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    1. Introductions

      Post here to introduce yourself to the Valucre roleplay community. Returns can post here too.

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    2. Water Cooler

      Advertise your roleplay here or browse the advertisements other members have posted. Off-site advertisements are not allowed.

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  2. Tellus Mater

    1. T.M. Roleplay Information

      Information about the roleplay setting Tellus Mater, including the lands of Renovatio, Alterion, and Elendaron

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    2. Renovatio

      Renovatio is a collection of floating landmasses created in the First Cycle of Creation by their abstract cosmic God-King, AV. Combining many unique cultures, Renovatio offers a diverse and exciting experience for all players.

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    3. Alterion

      The birthplace of combat Alchemy, Alterion occupies southern Tellus Mater and hosts three city states constantly in political turmoil. In this blend of dark science fantasy and horror, nothing is out of the cards and no one is safe.

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  3. Terrenus

    1. Terrenus Roleplay Information

      The birthplace of magitech and home to savage wilds and cities of monsters, Terrenus marries elements of fantasy and science fiction. It is ruled by Odin Haze, king to the people and Saint of Gaianism. Use this board to find information on artifacts, quests, bounties, and more.

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    2. Cities of Terrenus

      Use this board to roleplay in any one of the major cities of Terrenus, from the trade center of Casper to the technological wonder of Hell's Gate. Big cities are tags you can apply to threads, and smaller properties are pinned threads that you can add as a text tag in your thread title.

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    3. Wilds of Terrenus

      Explore the savage wilds of Terrenus, including magical forests, frozen tundras, high mountains, plains and islands. Use this board to roleplay in any of the landmark areas of the nation.

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  4. Genesaris

    1. Genesaris Roleplay Information

      The origin of airships supports anything from science fantasy to steampunk to medieval roleplay, the land of Genesaris is diverse in race and religion, awaiting your exploration. Indulge in the lore – from the national flag to nationwide events – of the largest continent of Valucre.

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    2. Landmarks of Genesaris

      Welcome to the land of arcane sorcery and fascinating magitech. From the wilds of the snowy mountains to the burning fire of the desert storms, behold the beauty and danger of a world unlike any other. Fight the monsters of nightmares or be the first to discover ruins of an ancient past.

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    3. Kingdoms of Genesaris

      Take an airship or use any means at your disposal to travel to the sprawling cityscapes of Genesaris, from the perpetual darkness of Saint Desolatus to the great Carmine Empire. Visit the capitals of each land, or create and discover mysterious new villages and towns unlisted on the map.

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    4. Orisia Isle

      A beautiful, tropical island nation, Orisia is commonly referred to as the Island of Summer. An embodiment of peace, equality, and balance, this small country off the eastern coast of Genesaris prides itself on diversity and cherishes its many inhabitants.

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  5. Other

    1. Alternative

      Any type or genre of RP that does not fit within the Valucre canon can go here. Must still abide by Code of Conduct. 

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    • Alden_of_Azeranoth  »  desolate

      Still running away. I liked ya a lot. But a coward is not a student of mine. Godspeed kiddo.
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    • King  »  Dolor Aeternum

      I need to speak with you about Ceyana, good sir. Get in touch with me on Discord when you have a moment.
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      Gimme some Yh'mi artifacts pls *Holds out hands*
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    • Ataraxy  »  Tyrant King

      Hey there! Cool name Tyrant King! Did you know that there's actually a lore figure in Ursa Madeum that shares the same moniker?
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    • -Lilium-

      Annnd just like that, I am back in business thanks to our awesome power company for placing us back on the grid this morning. They were out there earlier this morning replacing the torn down lines on our street.
      I ask again for patience,  because with power and internet coming back on I have quite a bit of classwork and essays I need to finish, a ton of laundry to wash, and a luxurious shower to take once the water heater is able to heat up.
      I will be with you Wednesday morning. Thank you guys for your kindness and support! I appreciate ya!
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  • Recent Roleplay

    • “I’m Howl...” Howl hesitated, not necessarily itching to spill the sordid details of his predicament. However, the man was lending him a hand and even if payment was involved the Renovatian deserved to know what he was getting mixed up in. As the pair moved in a brisk walk throughout the city, Howl spilled the relevant bits of his story.    “The Blackfire Raiders...” He said, the name leaving a foul taste upon his tongue. “They’re a Rebel insurgency group in Izral, Alterion. Used to be allied with the Masons but now they fight against them. I had a job, track down this amulet for them. Some mystical doo dad or whatever. Well, I found it and as soon as I picked the damn thing up...boom, it binds to me and I become number fucking one on the Blackfire Raider’s most wanted list. Which pretty much puts a target on my back for the entire Rebellion...and the Masons.”   At Cali’s insistence the pace increased to a full sprint. Surprisingly enough, Howl wasn’t in the least bit winded, finding his spindly legs surprisingly spry and the talons protruding from his boots ideal for propelling him forward.    “It’s your show, friend. I’m just along for the ride.”    Spying the airfields in the distance, Howl took in his surroundings with remarkable ease. While his new form was certainly not without its flaws, the benefits were many. “You pretty familiar with Terrenus? I haven’t been since I was a kid.”   @Hurttoto
    • "Your enthusiasm is greatly appreciated." Delaney briefly excused herself to guide Stenly away, but her voice still carried far as she jokingly chastised the man for his description of the Free Marches women and their attributes. Truthfully, it tickled her to know that the old man still had the mannerisms of a young man looking for his first skirt. Wild and free he may appear now, she knows from experience if a woman had him by the ear he'd be the sappiest creature ever to bless this earth. Of course, the reason for her little lecture was due to Stenly's daughter; it is possible that someone will pass the news to her that her father has been colorful in public.  The two give each other another round of laughter and a quick hug before the salty man slithers on through the crowd. Del hopes she has saved him a lashing, but she has a feeling she's a tad too late to protect him from his daughter's wrath. No matter the outcome of such things, she will be entertained to hear the stories later on.  "Now," she said clapping her hands together, "let's get you situated, yes?" The woman waved him close, wanting to make sure he doesn't end up getting his pockets picked again. For a few seconds or two they would wander together in silence, she guided him through the small crowds, entering and exiting little pockets of conversation that would later benefit her. It didn't take them long to finally part away from the market crowds; they'd be welcomed by the lush scenery of angry mountains speckled with hopeful hills.  "Eluvian is the island there," she pointed, "and connecting it and the mainland is Crossroads." The bridge was busy with people going here and there with a business of their own on their mind. "The entrance to our land is the Emerald Graves; all of that makes up the Free Marches." Del was happy to explain, showing some spark of pride towards her lavish home. It's not been a place she's lived in all her life, but it certainly has felt that way these some years.  "We could use a little help with a variety of things, like building the soup kitchen. We are currently getting ready to lift the walls, but someone got injured, and the project's been stalled." The woman was thoughtful as she looked him over, "You appear to be made of strong bones and have a quick mind, I think you'll survive. Is there any kind of work you wish to avoid or?"  
    • The din and chaos that this event had caused forced several Orisians to attempt to blockade themselves in their homes as if their humble shelters stood a chance against the forces of creatures they had never encountered before. Orbiters rammed against the structures they flew toward, battering each building with a barrage that would eventually allow one of them to enter and that was all that was needed for them to feed. As Arashi attempted to hide her presence from the one she wished to protect, she would see all of the death around her happen in an instant, a swarm of orbiters carrying crying Orisians along with them while the taller, slender renders impaled anyone who thought themselves clever enough to escape as others suffered gruesome fates. The speed with which this all happened might be a surprise to her or perhaps it was just another day in the life of an eternal sufferer. Whatever the case may be, an opportunity soon found itself thrust between her and her attempt to shadow Dr. Marigold Ravenspire.   A small child stumbled into view and fell face first just feet before Arashi, yelling in pain as she twisted her ankle. The sound and the vibration caught the attention of a Render nearby which clicked a few times as its head snapped in the little girl’s direction before yelling out viciously and leaping in to the air with its bladed arms to swipe at whatever the source of that sound it heard was. The little girl needed a savior, but was the passionate draconic thief apt to the task? @Metty
    • "Will hating you bring Soleil back?" The question was asked with grating harshness accompanying it. He was not the first to ask her such an absurd question and the more it's proposed, the more annoyed she becomes.  "How about Emery and her child? Will me hating you day in and day out bring back the ones I've lost?" Elves live for too many years beyond what is normal; they have more than enough time to do what they wish, to act how they want, and be whatever they want to be. She doesn't want to live the next whatever hundred years simmering over the death of her loved ones, not when there is so much more to living than slowly dying. This was not the sort of conversation she wanted to have over a bountiful breakfast, yet here they are, and suddenly she felt less inclined to continue the meal because of it. All she has wanted to do since that damned night of fire and hell was move on, not to ever forget but to accept what's now part of who she is, that's part of her life that's bereft of certain warmth. It's tiring being mad about something you can't change and it's just as heartbreaking having to relive those moments.  "I forgive you because it's the right thing to do, Gerald. If you can't forgive yourself, then I will happily do so for you." She shrugged her shoulders, not sure what more to give him to better punctate her answer. There would be no long speeches or fancy words to press the matter. "Milorian has accepted you into our home because he believes it's a necessary evil. He does not agree with your Lord, but he will not punish others because of such." Milo and Austere are the two brothers who know that they have to change to accommodate the world growing around them. It has been a whole year since the Tyrant King was disposed of and since then every house has been trying to grasp some former glory. Together they've held together what little was left of House Mythal and are making the best out of a horrible situation. Milorian has accepted enemies into his realm, hoping to show the people of the Free Marches that it's time to relinquish the past for a brighter future.  "What do you want out of this, Gerald? What kind of person would you like to become?"  
    • It was the 25th of September, just over two weeks since the Joseph Tynes was hospitalized from his wounds. Despite most of his staff urging him to take time to recover, the chairman instead spent most of those days meeting with members of his administration and the council. During this time he remained reclusive, not appearing in public and instead remaining isolated in the capitol building. But then, the day before, it was announced the chairman would make his first public appearance since the assassination attempt. This appearance was to be an address to the nation, and it generated considerable excitement amidst the riots and anarchy that had been growing in the streets. So it was on that cool, rainy day in late September that Joseph Tynes took the podium in the council chambers. In their seats were all the members of the council, while packed into the audience seating were reporters, lesser politicians, businessmen and a host of citizens. Even in the halls beyond the chamber itself, many more stood in place to hear the chairman’s speech filter out the doors and into the halls. Cameras and microphones were set-up so the event could be broadcast across the plain, as no doubt many people at home also wanted to hear what the chairman had to say. Tynes emerged with his right arm in a cast supported by his left shoulder, but otherwise dressed the part of a Norkotian politician. Despite the fact that someone had tried to murder him, and the fact that his country had plummeted into chaos while he was hospitalized, the chairman seemed upbeat, almost possessing a suppressed giddiness as he took to the stand. “Good evening…” he began, “It’s an honor once again to be able to address you all tonight.” But the formalities and necessities that dominated the first portion of his speech didn’t interest him much, so he was quick to move through that section of the speech. Though he was grateful to the support from his doctors, family, and advisors, he was not here to thank them. He was here to announce something he had dreamed of doing for years, but which he did not think would be possible for still some time. The assassin, in his failure to kill Joseph Tynes, had given the man just the opportunity he needed to bring his dreams into fruition.
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