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  2. OctoberSkys

    Fresh Start

    Oh, it's fine! I get it. I am just now getting back into things from being out.
  3. Ayden

    Missionary Positions (Quest)

    She had traveled a long way from home. Maribelle's grass green eyes shifted from one person to the next as she examined the others while introductions were made. The young woman who sat quietly at the table was a golden flower in bloom - in looks and skill. Though one could clearly see that her looks were rather natural for a human, upon further inspection they would find something amiss. They would notice that the woman in the room was a survivor. There would be no scars or obvious defections that would make this conclusion, but her body language or aura alone that suggested there was something off about her - something that suggested her life experiences were already far beyond most despite her young age. That was if they even noticed her compared to the oversized pointed hat and branch-like staff that rested beside her. Both objects unique in their own right, grandiose, and were family heirlooms that she cherished and was complimented by. When wearing the hat, it nearly added another three feet to her! White robes accented in dark blues covered her body as she came to stand before the rest of the group, her long blonde hair would fall to her shoulders. After much contemplation, her voice carried in a tone that wasn't phased by the dark elf's good vibes or the willing and ready bodies of those she surrounded herself with. "You may call me... Lucia Zight." It wasn't a complete lie, Maribelle convinced herself. Her middle name was Lucia, but Zight was her mother's maiden name that she decided to borrow. This journey here was one that required her to forge her own path to get out of the shadow that haunted her. This wasn't a journey with some Prince, surrounded by dragons, healing the injured from a wraith's necrotic touch, no. A deep breath released as she reminded herself of all these things and what she left behind. "My gift..." She felt it was best to show as a hollow hand laid flat against the wooden table before her. Magic leaked effortlessly from her finger tips as they pressed into the wood, turning the brown wood into a greenish tint that was quickly followed by a moss that spread to a size that was slightly larger than her small hand pressed against it. She would sit back down, allowing any others the chance to introduce themselves or for the interviews to start. A smile would never cross her beautiful face as she waited, her magic leaving its mark on the table to remain.
  4. Zashiii

    Repair of the Walls (Interest Check)

    I have this professional stonemason guy who's always stoned, if you're interested. He can help with making the wall and can help fight by stoning the enemies to death. Still working on his char sheet though.
  5. danzilla3

    AFV

    Stay safe boss.
  6. carrionjackal

    Fresh Start

    I'd like to sign up for a rain check! We never got to finish our previous thread. I'm overwhelmed with work and writing at present, and cannot in good faith take on another. I would love to have time for all the things!
  7. OctoberSkys

    Fresh Start

    Okay! I am open to any ideas you may have!
  8. KittyvonCupcake

    Whose Line? Bi-weekly RP Challenge!

    I have a mini flashback! Award me no bonus points, for it is only a short reference to my Bad Guy getting Booted from a Bar.
  9. When your laptop screen Comes in and your son who already broke the one actually on the laptop tries to break the new one. 

  10. KittyvonCupcake

    The Black Book (B|E Quest)

    The encroaching promise of a storm was first registered as an instinctual twinge; scar tissue mapped over old wounds and the fault lines that ran along once fractured bones stirred with a split second ache as pressure in the atmosphere began to alter itself. A highly sensitive nose could detect an oncoming metallic trail that signaled the gathering of restless black clouds in the night sky. Silently, they drifted over the market and, at their glacial pace, began to darken the stars by the fistful. They did not darken the mood of the last living Herrington mage. Striding through the crowds of the black market, he was the animated portrait of brash contentment. Suspended in the aerial perspective of his mind’s eye, he regarded himself as a laughing deity of the sun, a golden haired man radiant in a sharply tailored mourning suit. From the angle in which he envisioned his persona, he failed to note that his jacket was rumpled, his black tie was askew in his crooked collar, and his brogues were losing their shine. There were only three things that were meticulous about his appearance: his pair of drakeskin leather gloves and the silver watch on his wrist, with hands that ticked over crystal engraved with a ram’s head. These items belonged to his half brother. They now, by the nature of hereditary law, belonged to him. Although they fit the younger Herrington as they did the elder, there was something about them that seemed to begrudge contact with his skin. While logic dictated that these were objects were perfectly mundane, Albert could not help the occasional bout of apprehension that whispered that a fragment of a spirit loyal to his dead brother dwelled within them. At the moment, however, this sensation was powerless against This was what life owed him, Albert had decided, and it was only right that he had taken certain measures to receive it. “It was only right!” he had exclaimed moments before he was forcefully evicted from the Golden Fox. Agitation and excitement placed a wildness at the edges of his bloodshot eyes. He wanted to throw a glass tumbler against the wall, if only to see it shatter, but the barkeep and a patron threw him out into the street, with the sincerest of hopes to see him shatter. A slender woman in a cloak helped to his feet, a difficult task as he could detect approximately six pairs of hazy pairs of brogues connected to six pairs of legs and he was uncertain as to which pair of brogues and which pair of legs were attached to him. “Brother,” he wheezed to no one in particular. “My cup is empty.” Once his spine made a dedicated attempt to remaining in an upwards position and one of the pairs of feet was forced to follow, a vial was pressed towards his lips. He drank the bitter extract of zabi, and the world became clear once more. Nieve had stood before him then, as he recalled watching her stained black fingers fluttering about like nervous birds at the edges of her hood. The memory of her voice was inconsequential, as Albert Herrington already knew what she wished to say. She would go to the market while he would wait at its nexus, she would find Jhaeros Xhal, and Herrington could ensure that Xhal could no longer speak. It was only right. But Nieve did not send her message. Though the substance coursing through his veins fine tuned his senses and blasted through any natural boundaries that normally limited access to his innate reserves of magical energy, it did not grant him the power of Sight. There was no way for him to see Thomas Herrington’s former pupil find her frantic attempt at freedom thwarted by the hands of an elf, or to witness his target’s interactions with a man in search of his tome, or to even have the slightest suspicion that a priest and dreamer were about to reach through the layers of the metaphysical realm so that they could find his tome. His tome, the one he earned. Thomas never did appreciate his talent, and neither did their father, but was he not the one that first summoned a barghest alongside Thom and set him down the pathway to binding a Black Hound? Truth be told, Albert was merely in the room while Thomas ushered the menacing spirit of the barghest into the physical world, but it mattered little. The only one that could have corrected Albert’s muddled memory no longer possessed the capabilities to do so. Beneath his gloves, Albert’s obsidian hands ached when his mind shifted from its zabi induced loop of validations and justifications and vindications to the subject of Nieve. His upper lip twitched, he sidestepped the reaching hand of a beggar, and he pushed through a tight cluster of Gaian clergymen all while his heart thundered in his chest. Treachery, Nieve, Nieve, Treachery, By Ash and by Moon, I Invoke thee, By Fang and by Claw, I Form thee, By Blood and by Spirit, I Bind thee---and so on, on repeat, until the sound of heavy paws fell in step with the slap of his shoes against the packed earth path. By Ash and by Moon “Wai--wait, Haru, did you say Xhal?” The rhythm of Ioreth’s voice was disrupted by a perceptible spike of concern. It was not, however, for her employees, but for an old acquaintance from her mercantile past. Before she fell susceptible to more stuttering, her calm was regained with a quick exhale and she continued with, “Well, Jhaeros should be more than capable of looking after himself. Zabi is a draechd, a drug. It makes a mage more powerful, but it can…” Her impromptu lecture trailed off as she struggled to recall what the holocast reports on Blairville’s Safeguard riots had shared. “I believe it has a detrimental effect on the user’s mental state. And someone is working on a new binding?” Her tongue clicked against the roof of her mouth with irritation. “Eil fio. Once we have the book in our grasp, the Hound will no longer pose a threat. If you see the summoner, could you find a way to disrupt their concentration? It would help with lowering the defenses around the tome. Otherwise, I fear that Constans and the oneiromancer may have some difficulties.” I Invoke thee Albert Herrington had considered it to be a stroke of genius when he succeeded in transferring the Black Book into the depths of a dream, with the aid of bookseller’s lost soul and Amare Woolf’s stolen consciousness, but his inclination towards self congratulatory behavior had dissipated entirely. The Hound was reluctant to manifest: it became a contest of will to force the black dog to come by his side. Thomas Herrington dubbed the creature Frey, but it refused to answer to this binding name when Albert’s will called it. When it was a free spirit, the Hound was known as a Temple Grim: a guardian of sanctified land, a harbinger of unexpected death, and a protector of trapped souls. Pride from Thomas and pain from Albert distorted it into the ghostly hellhound that resisted the pull into the marketplace. By Fang and by Claw But it was under a bind, and it must listen if one proves their strength. Massive paws solidified, followed by its long legs and muscular frame. A maw snapped at the air and hellfire burned in its eyes. Though not yet whole, anyone that heard rumors of the murder from days past recoiled with fear from the man in the suit and his familiar. I Form thee With the path now clear from throngs of bodies gathered around merchants’ wares, Albert Herrington continued forwards. At his side, the Hound flickered in and out of focus, as though it were projected onto a screen with a faulty machine. Even at this stage, it still made an attempt to resist the clear message of its order. It was useless. There was something it hungered for: two somethings. A student and a swordsman. The Hound pressed its nose against the path and prowled on. By Blood and by Spirit The Hound’s world was that of shadows: Anything living past by as columns of black carbon, shifting and wavering against a sea of cold red structures and dull red-black sky. There were only two pinpoints of light that were highly visible in realm of darkness. It paused and it listened to the nearest light release a guttural laugh. “Love and blows to the head don’t pay for therapists. Consider what I said,” it said, before its voice lowered into flat line. “Or leave.” I Bind thee Thunder crashed and the Hound charged with jaws open wide. OOC: Take full creative liberty with fighting the Hound, but I would suggest that the battle with it last for two rounds of responses so that everyone has an opportunity to react. Albert Herrington is standing near the Lamia's stall, just for an already established point of reference.
  11. Scout22

    Fresh Start

    I’d love to plot something with you! I’m okay with a more casual rp, like you said every three days or so. I’m fine with either a group or 1x1 too!
  12. jaistlyn

    Repair of the Walls (Interest Check)

    I like your way of thinking!
  13. Old Man Jean

    Repair of the Walls (Interest Check)

    He'd probably risk the flight; he enjoys gambling and it sounds like a challenge. Of course, if it comes back to bite him that is part of the fun!
  14. jaistlyn

    Repair of the Walls (Interest Check)

    Transporting materials sounds awesome, but beware - the skies of Yh’mi are treacherous, and causes random disappearances and crashes of aircrafts. Like a Bermuda Triangle of sorts if you will. Of course, you can also stop a safe distance away and switch to ground transport. Or, if you want the thrill of it, you could totally have your character crash! (This is not sarcastic, it could be legit exciting)
  15. Even with those WIP sections I want to see more of Gaim!

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  17. OctoberSkys

    Fresh Start

    Honestly, I am open to any idea really I just have been in a lot of multi and everyone kinda just stops replying so I'm looking g for one on one.... I haven't had the best luck with more then 3 people in a group!
  18. Old Man Jean

    Repair of the Walls (Interest Check)

    This is out of left field and unlikely, but it might be fun. How would you feel about air support? Gaim Alam is a freelance raptor pilot who flies an antique plane and can provide air support, either against flying enemies or close ground support. Hell, he could even transport materials. I'm aware how uhhh, weird this character is but hey, might as well try!
  19. BiggieSmalls

    Devising a Pantheon - Hera

    Biggie's Canonization Process Karilius Oelin has begun the expansion of his Prometheus Initiative organization, by inviting individuals whom may be gifted administrator positions to personal interviews. This was the first of many interviews, for the position of the Hera(magical medicine and expansion of medical treatments) Administrator, Issac Graham, who accepted the position after a discussion with Karilius regarding the optimistic mage's morals and goals for the future, as well as Karilius' stated reason for the Prometheus Initiative's existence in the first place. It has also introduced Karilius' organization of businesses within the group, in order to empower individual businesses through magical means. Another introduction is Karilius' Leatherbound Book, a small booklet that contains a number of his musings regarding how to successfully create a magical economy and how to maintain its functionality, including plans and ploys by him to expand his organization, such as plans to rennovate and recreate the Safeguard Acts while bettering their public perceptions and the recreation of the Lightning Rail. There are more plans, but this booklet contains all of the major instances of the organization. In this thread specifically, Issac and Karilius discussed with each other where the organization will be going, and what they will be doing in the future, as well as appointing Issac to the head of the Hera division. Itemized List: 1. The Prometheus Initiative has begun expanding and creating leadership positions, which will be used in order to change the functionality of the setting at large through the beginning of magic industrial revolution, led by Issac Graham. 2. Karilius Oelin has been stated to be a capable businessman with many different business partners, as well as a person of interest within Blairville proper. 3. Karilius Oelin and the Promethean Banking and Security have become successful organizations, which increases the general security level of the people within, and increases the difficulty in breaking into people's homes. 4. Issac Graham begins to make plans as an industry hero in order to revolutionize the industry that he had to run from to protect Aether(Return to a position of industry) NEW EVENTS: -See: Missionary Position Thread -Medical Research Threads(Research to improve, Research gone wrong, Research that is taught to others to improve the quality of life in Terrenus) -The Leatherbound Booklet might be a target of later thieves trying to sabotage the Prometheus Initiative's Pantheon Plan Subdivisions. It contains a great amount of information on how best to organize magical groups and will likely become a potential target for people who disagree with his group. -Promethean Banking and Security's success has made the bank itself a potential target for criminals who are interested in scoring big. -Karilius has accepted that his revolution cannot be bloodless. He turns to improve the combat capabilities of the Prometheus Initiative(see: Devising a Pantheon - Hades). This will give more combat-centric characters an opportunity to participate through militant action in the PI.
  20. supernal

    The factions are coming OOC

    And just like that we're 75% there, with only the red region needing to complete their faction threads
  21. Dolor Aeternum

    Custom title raffle 6

    I am in....
  22. supernal

    The factions are coming OOC

    No harm, no foul. After this phase is over I'll reach out and see what we might be able to make of that thread as is - I much prefer to salvage efforts than let them go to waste but we'll see how you feel about it and your availability at the time. Thanks for update / confirmation
  23. Grubbistch

    Repair of the Walls (Interest Check)

    This one will guard the wall as it is being repaired.
  24. BiggieSmalls

    Missionary Positions (Quest)

    Karilius Oelin cconsidered himself reasonable. He considered himself very positive in terms of demeanor, but reasonable in his everyday activities. And thus, when, less than a week ago, one of his administrators had threatened to blow up his rented out office building with an alchemized bomb, the business mage had quickly proceeded to give his first administrator of the subdivisions of the Pantheon Plan a quick and easy way out. A painless one, he'd hoped, in the form of several Invisible Servants assisting his administrator to sign everything at peak speeds. Now freed, the young businessmancer had been invited to the first major meeting of the subdivision, the interview process for magic clinics. Stepping into the room, albeit admittedly late, the snowy-haired, sun-eyed mage gave a small, polite smile, and a bow of his head to the group that'd been gathered. His voice was calm, quiet, and a bit higher pitched than the man who commanded no small number of sub-businesses within Blairville. It was almost too restrained and meek, to fit. "Hello, everyone. Sorry for being late, other instances held me up." He made no move to stand next to Issac, instead standing off to the side of the room, and folding his arms across his chest, the pale, white skin of his hands a beautiful contrast to his navy blue robes, and his cane pressing into his side. "My name is Karilius Oelin, though you all may call me Karilius or Mr. Oelin. No real preference, there." The young man chuckled before continuing. "Though I am the head of the Prometheus Initiative, my desire is to allow Mr. Graham full reign and leadership of the Hera subdivision of the Prometheus Initiative. I trust in his judgement, and primarily came to support him and offer my insight regarding the deployment of you all, the best and brightest medics, doctors, and medical researchers that Terrenus has to offer, throughout the regions. It's a pleasure to meet all of you, I hope we can get along fantastically!" The first person he noticed was a woman who seemed as positive as he was, if not three times as energetic and four times as bubbly. His lips loosened, relaxing into a small smile towards the red-eyed girl, whom, according to the dossier, claimed to be capable in traditional medical practices and surgical techniques. He would have to bestow upon her some measure of magical knowledge through the use of the eventual Apollo schooling institutions in order to instruct her in some minor techniques. Beyond that, a customized set of telekinetically-capable tools would offer her some advancement in her practices, and would only be a mild replication of his spell, Arthur's Grasp, condensed into a set of tools. She was a bubbly, peppy type, and seeing someone like that, wrapped up in heavy cloaks and traveler's clothing, ready to move, was delightful to him. It would be better for Issac to see someone like that as one of his first applicants. With the second person, Karilius had noticed a pattern here. He wasn't sure whether Issac would point it out, but a number of these people seemed to be completely magically illiterate. They wanted to help others, which was the only real prerequisite he considered important for the development of the organization, but Karilius slowly felt an increased need for the development of magical items to support this infrastructure, as well as the engagement of instructing the members to become magically literate. Still, Karilius tried not to show off his concerns, instead keeping his pleasant, casual-business smile, while waiting for the next person to introduce themselves.
  25. The site has had the same ranks, tied to the same post counts, for many, many years now. I figure that it's time for a refresh, so if you have some cool alternate names to propose for the stock tiers below, post them here for consideration As a note, just now I also reduced the post count needed to get to the final three tiers to make them more accessible
  26. supernal

    Custom title raffle 6

    It's a competitive market out here
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