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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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      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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    • princeben07  »  Hurttoto

      Don';t THINK that I don't SEE you Otto!!!
       
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    • Pasion Pasiva

      Anyone feel like taking up a random and sort of unique role for a one time role play (with the potential of becoming a long term character in Orisian Politics)? It's for a thread that King and I are working on. PM for details!
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    • Alexei

      Relic Quest added to the list, nothing too impressive but it counts as part of the Harowing and you get a neat ship. Expect more to be added.
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    • Deus Ex Aizen

      Port Thea's Landing Page is coming along nicely. About 80% complete. I am off from school and work tomorrow so it'll be great to carve time out to finish the lore page and revamp Hyperion's Landing Page to match the aesthetic of ones I've done before (I like it better overall, anyway). Finishing up the meat of the Spirits and Spirits IC so that can go up as well. Probably going to spend the next week or two revamping the Aralim and the Enforcer organization pages as well. T.H.R.I.V.E. Quests to kick off Phase One of Operation Make Thraece Great Again is up in the Water Cooler, so check that out too and sign up to take on one of the three tasks at hand. For more questions, see danzilla3 for more details.
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    • Aleksei

      To everyone I'm writing with ❤️
      Robert has a possible fight on Nov. 3rd, so that means a few things: There is a 90% chance no posting will happen next week and very limited posting this week due to me getting all my homework for this week and next week done/prepped. The fights are about 2 hours away from where we live; we will be leaving Friday 2nd for the weigh-ins and then fights happen on the 3rd, so we won't be leaving till Sunday the 4th. 
      I know there are a few important threads I need to get to, which I will later this week (probably Friday). If anyone needs to reach out to me, hit me up on Discord =D I'll be hanging around!
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    • Oscar was beside himself with the situation going. As far as political snafus went, this one took the cake in both the damage it dealt and the absurdity of it all. "This...this is not how the night was supposed to go. Cassandra would never say such a thing she's just..." "He hates me...my son hates me..." Lady Uldwar was muttering under her breath, barely able to hold on as she started to cry. "I have always held faith in your judgment, Ingrid. You have saved my life, and my wife's. There must be something that we can do here, something to show our regret for these actions." Oscar was feeling desperate, out of his element, and scrambling for options. Things were bad, but there was always a chance that they could be fixed, given the right penance. "All my sons either hate me or are dead...I'm a wretched person...my whole world is falling apart..." Cassandra's psyche had always been fragile, held together with her vision of a family held together. Now her children were leaving her, for their own reasons, or by forces out of her control. They aren't even fully grown, and yet she feels as if they are being ripped away from her. 
    • IO8 couldn’t only ponder the purpose of the threatening warship that hovered over the island. It was confused they hadn’t made any announcement to any government as to where they’d be,and as to the nature of the project, a concentrated military effort to stop them should have been avoidable. However the biggest concern was the fact that no military weapons, personnel, or anything militaristic at all was present here and that should have been obvious.  It didn’t want a war, but if attacked it would report back as such, and it was more than willing g to fight back to avoid a shut down and destruction.    Anyway the event was intended for thinkers not a foreign Military, with only a day of the ads being put up it wondered what kind of place could mobilize so quickly? Also they must not have anything better to do. something came from the ship. It had been distracted and had failed to notice another vehicle approaching from its Flank. Luckily this one looked Civillian in nature. At this time what it could only call a meclanel landed with a seemingly human, or humanoid child inside. It waves back and watched the two carefully.   borh of them approached and one more loud than the other, but both esstially asked the same question. What was the project, and what was the device. It was at this moment it finally began its true thinking and calculations.   ” This Civil Project is a Zerenith-“ it pauses proceeding the language the two speak then deciding to change vernacular to help understanding. “ This is what I and my  Creators call A Zerenith.  I believe amongst your tongues it could better be called a Gate, a doorway, or a portal.  This is a prototype Hulican, Housing, for the Senstive equipment in order to get the device to function. It is intentions for mass fast transit between two geographical locations. I take it you two are here to help make this project a success ?”  It looks between the two of them patiently awaiting an answer. However makes no movements to leave or show hositsloty as it simply isn’t programmed to and the fact ther is nothing to offer.
    • His bride was beautiful, as beautiful as the day he first laid his eyes on her, a long time ago. Back then, Matahari had thought Nesoi an angel reincarnated. It was during his fourth year in the Rajput Brigade, when he had earned his invite to the Wind Court’s harvest feast by winning the qualifying fight among the Chauhan that determined who would be eligible to advance to the next level of training. Since then, he had relished every opportunity to visit the Wind Court. The more accomplished his skills, the higher the rank he achieved in the Brigade, and the more likely he was to be allowed around the company of nobles and royalty. Until now, finally, he won her hand. However, it was somewhat of a disappointment that he was to share her with four other men. Only slightly, though. An angel like her deserved five Agnivanshi bodyguards. Looking at the other three men who had arrived before him, they were little more than that - fighters doing their jobs. Matahari wanted to be much more; he would work to win her heart. The Agnivanshi had shed his armour for today, leaving only his sword sheathed and hanging at his side. After a working trip, his bride deserved to come home to warmth and indulgence, not cold steel, hard armour and the constant reminder of danger. Matahari wore a navy suit with a blue sash decorated with the traditional patterns of Kalopsia, his long golden hair braided down his back. On his hands he carried a small package bound with soft silk. It was with this that he walked up to Nesoi. “Welcome home, my love,” he smiled warmly, placing his hand atop hers. Compared to her soft skin, his was calloused and rough, an inevitable effect of his training that unfortunately could not be erased. His fingers encircled Nesoi’s slender wrist and brought it up to meet the package that he had brought. “A present for you.” He had asked her handmaidens for the name of her favourite dessert, and had personally gone down to the shop to make sure they did their best work for her, the result of which lay in her hands now.  
    • Ursa Madeum; An ever bustling island paradise filled with nature loving creatures and benevolent mobility. Or at least that was how Harun would have described it during his last visit those many years ago. It seemed to lack that kind bright and sweet atmosphere now. The bulk of the world had become a darker more dreary place.

      He had hitched a ride on a wayward airship that went down just off the coast of Ursa Madeum and now he found himself abandoned here. He hoped to make the best of his accidental visit to say the least. He remembered someone speaking of this place as of recent; He didn't remember who however. 

      "I didn't intend to be travelling this far without shelter. I wonder the odds of finding kind tidings here."

      He was still wet from pulling himself from the water onto the outer shores. He saw what looked like a nicely groomed kingdom before him. Harun didn't want to bet all his chips on finding comfort in the castle like structure. It was better that he took to the kindness to those in the town adjacent to it. He didn't know the changes that this land may have undergone since his last visit. Laws, wars, and crime all had likely changed from what he had once known.

      He was tired and the circles under his eyes showed that fact plenty; He seemed to step one after the other in an exhausted slump rather than a walk. He looked up to the stone masonry of what he could only assume was a castle; It was beautiful to be sure, He however had equal certainty that less than savory characters found it to be their home. 

      Although he had nothing specific against politics; Travelling parasite such as himself just had no place in a room full of politicians. He had seen too much of the real world for their plans and ideals to make any sense.

      He snickered for a moment at the thought of himself having some sort of power over a country; Those poor people, they'd be safe and well fed but their daily lives would be so bland.

      "I hope the town isn't as far away as it would seem."   He bore the same loose and open clothing that he always had; His hair scruffy and unkempt as per his natural charm. His darkened skin ever growing darker under the harsh light of the afternoon sun. He stopped walking for a moment to grab some of his hair and sort of twist it to drop the leftover salt water from it. He would certainly need to bathe soon. He smelled like a travelling garbage bag; Which did offended his heightened senses and didn't allow him to smell anything else around him. 

      "I think im going to rest a bit."

      He said with a deep breath in and out as he sat on the ground legs crossed and head lean forward with hair draping around his face. He just needed a moment to collect his thoughts.
    • "You'll cover ... me?" Feyd stared long and hard at the box and the ragtime skeleton with a curious and nervous gaze. He'd been looking around the area, watching phantoms come and go as though this place was the uneven clash of two dimensions, caught in a wink of time, but for how long...? The young man sighed, and bit the bullet since his companion did the crazy part of punching a skeleton the the power ball. He sighed again. What a weird life this has turned out to be -- not at all what he'd expected or sought just two weeks ago. But then again, two weeks ago they were seeking ends meet and barely surviving. Now they took as they wanted, and so far -- none could stop them. Placing his hands on the box, Feyd shot a glance to Quatre and snorted, "If I die -- I'm coming back to haunt you." And with that, he opened the chest and a brilliant, unending light shone from the well of its depths. He hesitated for a long moment and the skeleton prodded, "Reach in. Take your fate." - What is your fate, Feyd? -  It was the words of Rakaas echoing in his head that gripped him as he reached in with both hands. The light flashed red and drew the boy in roughly. He yelped. Face and hips against the open chest, Feyd gasped for something -- perhaps air would quench whatever pain or fear had gripped him in such a death hold, but he fought it. He felt the searing of his skin and cried out for only a moment, before snarling. It made him angry. "Oh my. This never happens. Usually. Well ... Often, I mean. Mimics are tricky." Gainz quipped. Feyd rammed a knee into the treasure box, pushing himself away and gripping at whatever had a hold of him. In a test of might, he prevailed out of rage and jerks his arms free, tipping the treasure chest onto it's scrambling face before it turned into nothing more than a box once more. In return, Feyd's jerked back arms revealed only ebony tendrils that snapped from either appendage as long, molten sable and plum whips that had welded themselves to his forearms and etched black serpents across his forearms. With two clenched fists, they retracted into his palms and he collapsed to his knees, staring at his hands that burned and ached. "P...please. Turn it off." Eyes welled with tears and teeth gritting and suddenly, he exhaled. And inhaled deeply, catching all the stuck breath that was in his lungs, as Rakaas turned off his pain receptors. - Well then ... you earned that, I suppose. We will need to be careful that this does not get infected... - Feyd looked to Quatre and spat, "Heh... your turn. Good luck with that."    . persona . feyd
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