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Welcome to Midnight Passions!
The Best in Dark Fantasy Role-Playing on the Web!
| Here at Midnight Passions you will meet others who are looking for dangerous adventure, those to collar
or those to serve.
Life on Midnight Isle is pleasure journey. But it can also be perilous. Vampires are at war with Demons
and the other races -- Humans and Elves -- are caught in-between
while fae try to remain hidden.
Were-creatures are exiled to the Island of the Damned where they plot their revenge
while anthromorphs live and love freely in jungle villages.
Deep below the island is the City of Wicked Pleasure, Vvrock'uvin, where each day is a fight for dominance within the wicked, matriarchal society of dark elves.
Exclusively for Adults
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Game Master Times
| | To help bring our growing community together, Game Masters will be in chat on the following days and times.
Tuesdays 2:30pm - 4:30pm. Eisheth (GM) at Passions Bordello, a pleasure house for all.
Wednesdays Midnight - 2am. Tempest & Rook in the Screaming Maiden, BDSM Club.
Thursdays 8-10 pm. Aldrik (GM) at his Chateau of Shadows, a vampire Retreat.
So join in the fun and meet others of Midnight Passions! Your role play partner is waiting for you!
** All times listed are Central Standard Time.
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New Members
Posted by: Sericea on Sunday, February 05, 2012 - 10:33 AM
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Welcome to Midnight Passions!
This week's new members are - Ayliea
Congratulations and welcome to Midnight Isle!
We look forward to meeting your characters in the chat!!
To see the previous week's listing of names,
click on the "New Members" icon.
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The Streets of Vvrock'uvin
Posted by: Thorne on Wednesday, June 08, 2011 - 01:34 AM
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The young drow runs, as far and as fast as his feet can take him. Sandals were lost long ago, along with any logical recognition of where he is running. It doesn’t matter, a left turn or right, each one is taken without thought. The well worn cobblestones are violent on feet without protection. As the putrid muck of city life squishes between his toes, it stings the open scrapes that the uneven rocks have sundered. His heart thunders, drowned out only by his breath, heavy and hard with each footfall forward.
Other drow lift their attention his way, their thoughts on his flight. He can read wonder in their eyes, about a potential reward for his capture, for only one with something to lose would run as far and as fast as he runs. But none approach, more than likely out of fear that whatever is chasing the young man could destroy their lives as well.
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Taming the Tiger
Posted by: Rook on Wednesday, March 30, 2011 - 10:53 AM
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Hard, cold whiskey. That is what tumbled around inside the silver flask before it slipped past the man’s lips then burned an agonizing path down his throat. Brooding. Metallic. Fiery in its frigid breath. Tempest, the owner of the popular Screaming Maiden’s Club, barely noticed the swallow because its essence mingled perfectly with his own. The dark wood chair beneath his ass was just functional enough to hold his large frame at an angle as he contemplated the body in his bed. One boot was propped up on the bedframe, the other firmly planted on the ground. His forearm balanced on the erect knee, that whiskey-filled flask dangled from his fingertips. What the fuck was he going to do with this new obsession?
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Training Begins
Posted by: Aldrik on Thursday, March 10, 2011 - 10:05 AM
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Aldrik sat in the elevated chair, watching the others of his kind enjoy themselves. Bodies writhed and convulsed across the crimson silks and plush pillows that covered the floor, low grunts and growls and other sounds of carnal desires being fulfilled echoing quietly through the room.
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Capturing the Tiger
Posted by: Rook on Friday, February 11, 2011 - 04:56 PM
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Night, of course. It was always night, or at least it felt that way. Rook was a pale figure on the midnight dark sands, a ghostly vision silhouetted against the moonlit waves. Puffs of fragrant smoke curled around his head as he paced. Time was quickly becoming an unwelcome whore. His boots were thick soled, black, well worn. Work boots, and they crushed the obsidian particles into powder with a piercing crunch as he stormed back toward the boat. The small dingy swayed in the waves, its rope held captive by a kinked palm tree.
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Vvrock'uvin
Posted by: Thorne on Monday, July 12, 2010 - 11:39 PM
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More information will come. I'm very excited about having Vvrock'uvin here.
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Island of the Damned
Posted by: Thorne on Monday, July 12, 2010 - 04:20 PM
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The mingling of beast and human blood in the same heart is an affront to the goddess, and those unfortunate enough to carry that curse are relegated to the Isle of the Damned. Only here are the furries, the anthropomorphs, and even the accursed were-creatures allowed to roam freely. Smaller than Midnight Isle but no less lush with flora, the Isle of the Damned has become a haven rather than a prison. Villages of like-minded furries speckle the island while the lycanthrope tribes tend to segregate themselves on the northern cliffs away from the furries with whom they share so little in common.
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Midnight Isle
Posted by: Thorne on Monday, July 12, 2010 - 03:09 PM
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Domain of the goddess Noelani and ruled by King Priest Lucas, this tropical island is a hub of carnal delight. Demons, vampires, and night elves prowl the 17 hour darkness, seeking to constantly sate their basest desires and appease the mysterious goddess who dwells within the bowels of Mount Sumfyal- the massive volcano that dominates the black sand beaches on the island’s northern shores.
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Xullrae
