Cantr II Discussion Forum

I thought that this part of the game wasn't given enough attention on the forum, but the RP is really well played. A lot of it is private, discovered in notes when people die etc.. so I thought I would make a page so that we can share..

- your characters favourite love stories.. New and old..

- memories of those we have loved and lost..

- those characters that you just can't resist..

- praise for romantic gestures, marriage proposals and various other things!

One of mine is just coming to a crushing end, so will post when I do it justice. (And after 4 days!)

Stories (anonymously)

My first romantic encounter in Cantr was with my fifth character. This one guy in the location where she spawned started sweet talking to her and they quickly fell in love. They traveled to a nearby forest with two others and settled there. Later the couple went on a trip to lakeside and he died on the trip, even though he had made her a ring and was planning to propose. I heard from the player OOC that he had to quit Cantr because his girlfriend IRL didn't like him playing this sort of romantic encounters. The ironic thing is they ended up breaking up afterwards. I don't think he ever returned to Cantr, though.

One guy was sort of awkward with girls, so he posted a dating ad, and a girl contacted him about it. They went on his ship to see if they were physically compatible and it worked out well. They had a sort of a peculiar relationship, where for a long time she called him sir, and he really liked that. They were together for decades, and she looked after him after he fell ill from burying corpses. In the end when she wouldn't wake up, he stopped feeding her and let her pass. He couldn't find purpose in life afterwards and later returned to the same place where she was buried, and got someone to bury him by her side. There's a grave marker erected for them.

This was very brief but a traveler arrived in a mountain town, where a greedy employer had been exploiting a girl by promising to pay her and working her ass to the bone, yet never paying her. So the traveler plotted with her to murder the employer, and they did. Their relationship was short-lived, though, since she died pretty soon after. It was his first love, though.

One lured a girl onto his ship and molested her, but then he started feeling bad about it afterwards and started showing her some kindness. They ended up in a long-term relationship and he got her lots of pretty things. Eventually her sleeping sickness ended it. He still thinks about her sometimes, years afterwards.

The same guy as in the one above, picked up this other girl but wouldn't touch her against her wishes because he had changed. He waited patiently for her to fall for him, and in the middle he had a short relationship with an easier girl, but they were never really compatible. When the easy girl was sleeping for an extended period once, the first girl finally confessed to being in love with him. They had sex in the bath tub, the other girl waking up in the middle but finding it cute that they were bathing together. He tried to find a way to keep both of them, but the easy girl left him for someone more submissive, stealing some of his tools along the way. He continued his relationship with the first girl and they had some good times, but eventually she got the sleeping sickness and had a heart attack totally out of the blue.

No time for a story now... But I do want to say this...

It's sort of funny how few break-ups there are in Cantr... I've had quite a lot of chars in relationships, only one has been in breakups (two, even) and seeing just Seko's post, that almost seems like a Cantr-wide record...

Booooooooring.

Greek wrote:Booooooooring.

Single?

I really would post some things on here, but I find a lot of the romance on Cantr to be very superficial. It's everywhere. You spawn or arrive in a town, and you can be damned sure that at least 50% of the chatter will be flirting, secret lovey whispering, relationship drama, or happy-clappy romance. And a lot of it will sadly just be people looking for sex rp. :/ It's all very disheartening.

Now what I WOULD like to see. Dark romance. That's something different. For instance, someone falling in love with a 'bad' character, even with all the terrible things they do. Perhaps they'd try to make them a better person? Or perhaps darker, they'd try to follow the same path to please said partner. I'm sure it's happened before, but I haven't actually met any 'bad' characters so I wouldn't know.

Well, a victim of molestation falling for her captor and changing him for the better is a sort of a dark story.

Married the man whose town she spawned in, forty + years her senior. Travelled the world with him for at least forty more years. Met a foreign girl and became infatuated with her and suddenly realized there were holes inside her that she didn't even knew existed. Fell in love with that foreign girl and broke things off with her husband. Foreign girl unfortunately straight, so spent next decades in painful and confusing semi-requited relationship with that foreign girl. Reconciles with husband, who never actually left the picture. Foreign girl slowly goes insane over years of confusion and emotional stress, dying in her arms. Husband dies a week later.

Sounds fun. But I wonder what chances for that is if you randomly wonder in wilderness Would be fun to try to play cave man... hehe

I suppose this is my darkest, or most challenging maybe, and sorry for the length but I had to try and do it justice.. I also need to finish it later.. (4 day rule)

Torvald spawned on Rus island, it was a busy and confusing place for an English newspawn but he tried to make his own way and was swiftly jailed without much of an explanation. He had broken one of the laws that he couldn't read and quickly learnt that because of his native tongue, he was quickly made to feel like a burden. Though he tried to learn as much as he could and pick up the poetry of their language he still thought that he was simply tolerated. He decided to move on, eventually becoming fluent in some basics and found a port where he could simply work. He decided to get materials ready to rig a sloop, then head to the forest and build it and leave for English lands.. almost 8 years passed before he heard her voice.. probably only the second or third English voice that he had heard in his life.

Her name was Calla, like the flower, and her voice unlike anything he had heard before.. she was confident and in a similar situation to his own. They arranged to meet, though after a couple of years she still hadn't come and he began to lose hope.. He kept on working tirelessly, made all the rope and cloth he needed, he had his iron and steel ready, he could leave whenever he wanted... but he stayed on, why.. he wasn't sure. Then, one day, as the sleeping sickness was beginning to cloud his mind, he heard her voice.. it blew through his conscience like a spring breeze, causing everything to bloom. She had made friends and worked hard for an unrigged sloop of her own, it meant "Friendship" in Polish, he was immediately impressed. He gathered his thoughts and his life's work and they agreed to begin their journey together, his coming together with hers as if it was meant to be... they were travelling companions of the most compatible kind.

She was easy going, like himself, and together they were open, they shared, laughed, made light of any situation. He liked her instantly, his whole life had changed from a grey landscape to a dancing blue sea. They helped each other, planned, built and made the ship a comfortable home for them both. He couldn't help himself falling for her, he complimented her daily, made her realise her own beauty, and with it she seemed to flourish... They had touched, at times, maybe even a kiss in thanks, but never anything more. She was very reserved and he found it endearing... and irresistible.

They docked at Vlotryan, the biggest city the pair had ever seen, there were close to a hundred people going about their business. Calla's new found confidence gained her a lot of attention. Torvald received many visual threats as the Polish guys tussled for dominance, though he managed to keep his cool, aware he was in no position to join the fight or be pulled by the various lures presented to him. Calla was involved in a conversation with one of the few English speakers that lived in the city.. he was fine, he thought, but why did he feel like this? There was a new rage in his heart. Maybe he let it show, maybe she knew him too well, but she approached him to put his mind at ease. Apparently she had told that guy that he was "her boy", he was proud, he couldn't ask for anything more, he was filled with something he'd never felt before... and he gave an unending smile.

Life was good... they sailed together, stopped and worked on land when they needed to, made each other clothes, went swimming, took long holidays on secluded beaches, fished together, cooked together, played tricks on each other.. and their love grew stronger. They kissed, and their closeness grew, they teased, played and invented a game of dice to play with each other, getting them in all kinds of situations, it was fun, loving, light-hearted, though everything always ended before it went too far.. Calla was always reserved, almost afraid, and although he tried his best to reassure her, there always seemed to be some doubt in her mind. He was the first to tell her he loved her, but she always held back.. at first he didn't care, he knew what he felt from her was real, so why did the words matter?.. but as time went by the seed of doubt manifested into something that he couldn't avoid. Why couldn't she say she love him? What was wrong? His world was beginning to crumble from the inside and he thought that he was the destroyer...

Eventually they talked it through, and through tears she admitted that she was scared to love, scared to let him in, scared to give everything... he said he would wait for her, if it was time she needed, or they could just be companions forever, neither of them wanted to lose what they had. But now after all that had been said and done it became clear that companions could never be enough. He couldn't stop loving her, and life without reciprocal love eats away at the soul. She knew and felt it too, secretly she loved him, wanted him... but neither of them knew how far they would fall when they eventually let themselves... but one day, through pain and tears and then relief she admitted she how she felt for him, and for a short time their life became exquisite, they were happy, though too many doubts plagued their minds.

One morning, after a couple of sleepy days Calla stared out to sea, eventually taking her knife and running the blade over her hand to see how the pain compared, he woke with a start, lost, unsure of what was happening. Apparently it all had to end... now that she had admitted to herself she wanted him, she wanted him more than he could give, and the wanting was eating away at her, she admitted that his love was causing her pain, and cutting herself was a shorter and quicker pain that would end things a lot sooner... he was lost, confused, destroyed, hurt that he had done this, without even knowing how.

He dropped his shield and took their carving knife as he looked at her, if he was the cause, it was him that should go... He plunged it into his chest, feeling the serrated blade grind against his rib. He fell to his knees, looking up at her as they bled together. Her eyes filled, his also and they discussed their love, their impossible life together.. and their end. They agreed that they should die together... and gradually drifted off on the deck of their home for what they thought was the last time.
He awoke to find a note in his hand, her shield by his side though her axe gone.. it read:

"Torvald,

I love you. I have loved you with all my heart all the time. Even if I tried to resist the feeling, I had no real choice. You were my man, my everything, my life.

You made me feel alive for the first time. To feel the whole spectra of feelings in a human body. Happiness. Blissfullness. Joy. And also pain.
I love you forever. Even when I'm dead.

Yours forever,
Calla"

He stood, ashen, staring at the beach, his world had disappeared, there was nothing, he could feel nothing, he knew anything he felt would be the end of him. She had gone and left him everything, he had become the end of her... he couldn't live with that. His heart was screaming, he grabbed his own axe and jumped off the ship, holding his chest with a wince and headed off clumsily down the nearest path, searching for her. Eventually he thought he saw her, clutching her middle, hobbling down the path holding on to a heavy axe in one hand, he fell to his knees and yelled with all of the strength he had left.. "CCAAAALLLAAAAAAAA" his cry was hoarse and tailed off to a sob as his guilt filled him, she stopped and turned, unsure... "Why do you follow? This can only be more torture.." ..his emotions tumbled out, unsure himself, what did he want? How could it work? He submitted, helplessly, choking on his words.. "I don't know.. I didn't want.. It hurt so much I couldn't bear it. Anything you want.. anyone you want me to be.. I will be that person, if you can live with me.. and not be hurt.. I will..." his last words a whisper.. "I will..." Her hand fell, causing a few drops of blood to fall from her fingers, hitting the dirt, the axe wound gaping before she looks down and tries to hold it again to begin her slow return to him, they eventually meet in a laboured embrace, burying their tear soaked faces in the nooks of each other neck, he scoops her up into his arms,her bloody hands entwined around his neck as he slowly walks back to the beach, they return to find his own note for her, recalling the words he had said the one time she had asked him how she made him feel:

"Some days you make me see infinite stars, as if only you and I exist. Other days you send a shiver from the core of me to the extremities of my being, other days you make my heart pump so hard and fast that I feel like it could burst from my chest, and sometimes I feel like I could just melt into you and the world around me and stay forever where I am in that moment.

I will always love you, my Calla."

They climbed aboard and collapsed in each other arms, talking into the night until their exhaustion pulled them into a slumber. They awoke the next day, weak but re-energised, he stitched and cleaned her wound, they nursed each other back to health with drink and optimism, both promising to be the best they could be, no doubts, just caring, enjoyment, and love. They continued their journey, found another beach for a well needed break, getting back to being them, her doubts diminished, their love could flourish and the boundaries began to fall... they could finally be the couple they always wanted to be... She would turn 40 soon, and they had part joked but part lusted for this becoming the time that they became one. Though as there was a chance that it would be her spawnday as she slept, he would give her a gift before he left... and he did, everything he could give, wanting nothing in return, he left her breathless with her cheeks flushed as he turned and left with a wink, taking something of her with him on his trip..

He worked diligently as he always did, once he had all the wood they needed he slung it over his shoulder and began walking back along the path, smiling to himself and thinking about her, and the upcoming time that he had obviously thought about so many times before. He felt a little apprehensive, he laughed to himself, but why he didn't know... (The 4 day rule applies! I will finish it later..)

I had a Bonnie and Clyde type of romance once, in a previous account. It was very short-lived and fast-paced. My character had unfortunately spawned in a sleepy shithole village just outside of a major city, and another character of mine had just been exiled from that major city to that very same village. So I decided I had to escape right away to avoid my characters running into each other. But first I went into a few buildings, stole goods of very minor value, and went off into the unknown on some road to nowhere in particular.

I thought that might be the end of that, but a woman followed him. She must have been in her twenties or early thirties, I think. She shot him, and it became obvious that he would die long before he reached the end of the road the way the dispute was going. But I didn't have it in my heart to let a character die without first having a chance to be a person. So I tried something new for me. I played him as a bad boy with a soft heart, and did my best to have him talk his way out of it. To my surprise, it worked. He was able to flip the conversation around and get the woman to admit she was unhappy in the sleepy village and had nothing to return there for. They talked and became acquainted, then began to plan. She wanted to turn back to say goodbye, but in the end she never went back. By the time they got to the end of the road, they banded together.

Circumstances strangely have a way of determining what a character becomes. The region in those days was severely depopulated. They ran into ghost town after ghost town. They soon struck it rich with a very minor fortune, but it was enough to push them forward, hungry for more loot. They were now both armed with weapons and crowbars, and later, a minor ship. They set sail, and during that fateful voyage was when their romance first took off. I think this early passion was their downfall ultimately, as it gave them far too much confidence. They must have felt invincible.

They soon landed at a very empty town which to our surprise was settled by Spaniards. Only a few sleepers were in this city, but their presence was enough to tempt my character towards escalation of their crimes. After it became clear these people were not going to wake up, the thief partners became murderers too. The downfall came when one of the sleepers did in fact wake up, a very old woman, and a brief battle followed. To this day I'm quite sure that if luck had been in their favor in the slightest, and if they had been awake at the same times for long enough, the two of them could have easily gotten away. Instead, when it mattered the most, it seemed they were simply never awake together, so there was never a good chance to coordinate. In the end, my character was imprisoned and they were separated for the last time. He eventually died in that cell, never knowing the fate of his partner.

I feel like Ciara and Snadert put both of your dark love stories to shame. Could be biased, though. I'll elaborate on it later when I've got some more time on my hands.

I've never been good at romance, neither in-game nor in real life. Out of the two "love" stories I've ever been in IG, none of them were anything special or worth putting here.

My love stories are pretty boring too... most are just long term things or brief encounters.
Well, actually, I did have one newspawn girl.

Anna spawned in the mountains and was a sweet little thing. The town was fairly small and in need of food, so she offered to travel about two roads away to help retrieve some potatoes. Another young woman, Becky, offered to go as well, so off they were. Along the way Becky got it in her mind that she loved Anna, but Anna certainly did not see her that way, in fact, she found the idea confusing that two women would ever be romantic like Becky seemed to want.

Things back in town didn't seem to go much better. Another man showed up and seemed to have interest in young Anna, and for a while they worked together. Becky's feelings had not waned it seemed. This man, Chet, offered to help, maybe if he was in the same room watching, Anna could find it in her heart to accept Becky (see: ). After rejecting this idea, and Chet, and Becky, Anna turned away from them. Chet soon killed himself on his bike in front of the entire town in dramatic fashion, though of course spread over days and attacking everyone else while he did so. When this was over Anna quickly left, traveling around, getting into some inadvertent trouble here and there. It seemed the Cantr Universe had it in for the single sweet and girlish female character I have ever played.

She later returned to the mountain town and let herself starve when the person she had actually cared for there died.

The End.

A Cantr love story.

This is one thing I just cant do. At least to the point of cybersex. I admire a few couples in the game and the way they rp, but I just cant do anything physical. I can separate myself from my characters all I want but still cant do that for so many reasons but mainly because my gf would split my wig open lol.