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    Charli Foxtrot

    The Sissoneth

    Summary: The Sissoneth are a species of highly intelligent snake people, possibly in the same family as nagas. Since no one has done a taxonomic survey as yet, it is unknown whether they are a subspecies of Naga, a relative, or a result if parallel evolution. Types: There are three recognized types of Sissoneth, which form the basis of their caste system. These types are Royal Sissoneth, Highborn Sissoneth, and Lowborn Sissoneth. Description: All Sissoneth in their natural form are female human from the waist up, complete with secondary sex characteristics, usually of a slightly exaggerated nature. Royals have six functional arms. Highborns have four, and Lowborns only two. From the waist down, they have the bodies and tails of thick-bodied, constrictor type snakes. The patterns and colors of the scales are highly variable, just about anything is possible. Due to their strict tradition of eugenics, there are no ugly Sissoneth. Lowborn Sissoneth can shapeshift into humaniod form, with legs, and are indistinguishable from a member of their father's race in this form. In their true form, they retain facial characteristics of their paternal genetics, such as pointed ears. See Reproduction, below. All Sissoneth are cold-blooded. Displays of emotion and facial expression are conscious choices always, as a way to conserve energy. Typically, Sissoneth will appear with a flat affect which can be mistaken for boredom or disinterest. All Sissoneth in their true form have venomous fangs. The potency of the venom increases with higher caste. --Hair: All natural human colors are possible, and also electric blue and violet. --Eyes: All natural human colors are possible, and also electric blue, violet, and yellow. Red is possible, but rare, and only occurs in Royal Sissoneth. --Length: Sissoneth range from 10' to 15' long, and half of that length is usually carried upright. The human portion of their bodies is always perfectly proportioned according to typical human standards, so the additional size is always in the snake part. Royals and Highborns tend towards the upper end of the range, and Lowborns rarely exceed 11'. --Weight: Densely laden with muscle in their snake half, adult Sissoneth weigh between 200 and 300 pounds. --Gender Demographics: All Sissoneth are female in appearance, but Royals and Highborns are technically hermaphroditic. --Lifespan: Lowborn Sissoneth typically live between 250-350 years. Highborn, 600-700 years. Royal, 1100-1200 years. Habitat: The Sissoneth live in an advanced society hidden in the tunnels deep beneath the surface, near hot springs and other geothermal activity. They often contest with the Kharn for territory. Diet: Royal and Highborn Sissoneth are true carnivores, deriving no nutrition from vegetable or plant matter of any kind. They can eat such things without harm, but it will not do them any good. Lowborn Sissoneth have more versatile stomachs, and can eat just about anything, including carrion, but fresh or cooked meat is still preferred, as it gives the most energy per meal. Bloodwine, beloved of humane vampires everywhere, can be consumed by the Sissoneth to some marginal benefit, but it's closer akin to junk food for them. In their cities, nutritional needs of the people are met by ranching subterranean creatures, primarily different varieties of giant bats and giant centipedes. They also send hunting parties to the surface, and are not picky about what they return with. Some Royals even keep stables of intelligent surface dwellers much as we keep cows or pigs, and their meat, while controversial, is considered a delicacy. Nectar: All Sissoneth can choose to produce a thick, sticky, translucent fluid from a gland just below the tip of the tail, called Nectar. Nectar is a potent psychoactive drug which, when absorbed through the skin, greatly amplifies transmission of both pleasure and pain signals to the brain in that area, for up to five minutes per application. If ingested, it creates a powerful feeling of lust, which cannot quite be sated by any form of sexual activity during its duration, which can be from 30 minutes to 3 hours, depending on the tolerance of the user. It is also described as tasting like honey, and is highly physically addictive. Withdrawal symptoms include tremors, nausea, dizziness, and suppressed sexual desire. Eventually, repeated exposure can cause the user to become aroused only with the aid of Nectar. In humanoid form, Lowborn can chose to secrete Nectar from their fingertips. Nectar is a highly valued commodity on the black market, used by brothels and sold as a street drug. Lowborn Sissoneth are routinely captured and enslaved to produce Nectar for sale. Reproduction: There are two means of reproduction available to the Sissoneth. In Royals and Highborns, the tips of their tails serve as ovipositors, injecting unfertilized eggs into each other through a cloaca located at the very base of the tail, approximately where human genitals would be. This cloaca is covered by hardened scales that only open when the Sissoneth is sufficiently aroused, and snap closed violently if she becomes frightened or angry. It is not possible to rape a Sissoneth in her true form through this orifice. This method produces Royal Sissoneth when Royals are mating, Highborns when Highborn are mating, and a 50/50 chance of either if one of each is involved. Only one Sissoneth in a pairing will become pregnant, and none know why this is. Since the ovipositor is under conscious control of the Sissoneth, mating does not necessarily result in a pregnancy all the time. All Sissoneth posses these structures, but Lowborn do not have the internal testes that allow them to fertilize an injected egg, and the eggs they inject are not able to be fertilized by the structures inside a Sissoneth of a higher caste. Sissoneth can also inject their eggs into humanoid females. These eggs will supplant the female's natural eggs, and remain dormant until fertilized by sexual activity with a humanoid male. This process produces Lowborns. This is the only reproduction method available to Lowborns. It is supposed that a Sissoneth could mate directly with a humanoid male, but this had never been confirmed. No verified instances of such a coupling exist in record. Hierarchy: The Sissoneth are structured into a strict caste system. Royals just what their name suggests, they are the highest nobility. They occupy all of the executive and judicial positions. Highborn occupy the highest levels of commercial enterprise, and also all legislative positions, and the House of Laws is the center of their world. Lowborn are, obviously, the lowest caste. They occupy the laborer positions. Clerks, messengers, construction, and small-time independent merchants. Lowborn cannot own real property or operate a business with greater than a certain annual profit. Lowborn are further divided into two sub-castes: Surface Lowborn (or “walkers”) that live in the surface world and carry out the Sissoneth agenda under sunlight, and City Lowborn, who live in the cities underground. It’s difficult to say which is higher on the power structure, and it may be that the distinction is made purely among the Lowborn themselves, since both types seem to look down on each other equally. Politics: The political system is as complex as feudal Japan and as cutthroat as Machiavelli’s Italy. Outsiders have very little hope of understanding the subtle and seemingly capricious motivations behind the maneuvers each Royal family performs to hinder or aid each other. Alliances and hostilities seem to shift on the steam, and it’s impossible to tell whether or not the Sissoneth are capable of holding grudges. That said, their incredibly long life spans mean that long-term planning is the order of the day, ten, twenty, or a hundred steps out from the present, so who knows if being helpful now is a setup for a coup a century down the road? As best as can be determined, there are twelve official houses, and every Sissoneth regardless of caste belongs to one of the twelve. A thirteeth “house”, the house of outcasts, exists; it is populated by those who have been disowned by their families for some reason or another, primarily criminal. They have no power or standing, and an outcast Royal is lower than a housed Lowborn in the official hierarchy. Of the twelve houses, four are considered Prime. This is an unofficial designation, as the law on paper treats all houses as equal. These four, however, wield much more clout than the rest and its members occupy the highest leadership positions. Technology: Magi-tech is almost nonexistent. All such technology that does exist is stolen from the surface. Their own technology is all steam-based, thanks to the geothermal activity in the areas they live. Magic: Magic is not unknown to the Sissoneth, but is not practiced or studied extensively. Some of the Surface Lowborn have taken up the craft, but due to the suppressive effect that the depths of Valucre has on such energies, even they are limited when they report back to their superiors. Royal and Highborn Sissoneth, however, do practice various types of psychic powers. They aren’t born with psychic talent, it must be learned the hard way, so no individual Sissoneth has a full range of psychic abilities. Most specialize in mind-reading and anti-mind-reading, to give themselves an edge in the political arena, but telekensis, spirit-mediumship, and divination are also not uncommon. Religion: The Sissoneth worship and enigmatic snake goddess named Sissona, who is believed to be their creator and guide. Little else is known about their religious practices, except they are heavily expansionistic. Goals: The Sissoneth believe that they at one time ruled both the surface and sub-surface realms, but were driven out by the newer races in a rebellion. Their ultimate goal is to return to power in both realms. They use Lowborn as spies, saboteurs, and terrorists, to blend in to the local populace and use any means at their disposal to cause fear and instability among surface governments. It’s not random, but it appears to be due to the long view of the Sissoneth leadership. Surface Lowborn are also constantly on the lookout for surface females who would pass the strict eugenics standards to breed other Lowborn, and use their charm, Nectar, and occasionally the truth to convince these women to participate. Lowborn Children: Lowborn at birth are completely indistinguishable, by any means, from a normal surface baby of the father’s race, which could raise a few eyebrows if the parents were expecting a half-elf or other mixed-race child. They behave just as normal children, except they rarely cry or laugh, and as they age may be seen as cold or aloof. They are also warm-blooded during this time. Once puberty sets in, the snake-like characteristics begin to manifest. Cold-bloodedness begins to develop, and the child may occasionally find herself randomly displaying parts of her true form. If she has no guidance, she will likely be confused, frightened, and ultimately cast out of her community. Typically, however, all Lowborn children are followed carefully by other Lowborn spies, who usually insinuate themselves into the child’s life disguised as a teacher, nanny, or other caregiver so they are in a trusted position to provide guidance at the right time. Conversely, sometimes the potential humanoid mother, especially if she is a willing participant in the process, will be escorted to one of the undersurface cities, where she will be treated with honor and deference during her pregnancy so that the child can be educated from birth among her people. That’s not to say that they are perfect. Every so often, record-keeping fails and a child falls through the cracks...
  2. 2 points
    Charli Foxtrot

    Feedback Request

    Hi everyone, I have a quick favor to ask anyone who has the time. By request, I compiled my notes on a race I created and posted it into User Lore. I'm not sure, however, if I have correctly translated my notes from something I can understand and my girlfriend can muddle through into something that's readable and accessible to everyone else. Could I have a few people read over it, and let me know if it's well organized, if there's any information missing or if there are any questions that are left unanswered? Thank ya'll so much!
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    I know, right? That's ok. I'll share my 8-ball.
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    Rin. Her mentor. She missed Lady Rin so much but here she was, having come along to greet the group via her red gaze. To so many, she had been known as the one who carried out Rin's requests with a high success rate and with deadly precision yet when her mentor wasn't here, Zahana often fond herself bored and would often spend her time staring down tourists, her gaze being quite predatory, as if she looked forward to hunting each and every one of them down systematically and murdering them in front of one another. But as long as Rin didn't tell her to...she would not do a single thing to harm them, may it be directly or indirectly. Even though she was an immortal being, she did fear the much stronger demon who was her teacher, failing her was something Zahana wouldn't dare consider if she had the choice to do so to begin with, even though she didn't have said choice.
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    Valucre T1 Tournament Lounge

    Let's not get ahead of ourselves by speaking to me directly. We don't want the other peasants thinking that's socially acceptable. I work on a pretty high standard of social elitism, and I'd like to maintain that. We're in public, for Odin's sake!
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    Way out here.

    -Day 3- (Before Present Day) -Keeping the mind sharp- It had been two and a half days since they brought him here; His hostility and unwillingness to comply to local authorities had landed him in a much more secure location. A prison of sorts; more than likely a for profit detention center meant for those whose countries did not wish to deal with. He was stilled injured from his initial capture; The men that had gotten a hold of him didn't like the look of the Nelrosis scars on his skin. They of course beat the difference out of him; Perhaps turning him black in blue would have proven their point. The surroundings smelled of putrid body odor and the collective waste piled together by the toxic mix of people and beasts in this place. He sat alone on the floor of an empty cell with his legs crossed, staring at a puddle in the doorway. The sounds around him were easy to pick out and filtered into his mind; Screaming of other prisoners being abused and beaten, The squeaks of Nelrosis rats of which he felt more attached to than the people he shared this prison block with. However out of all these sounds echoing off of the walls left and right in this impenetrable fortress of a prison, One particular sound stood out. *Drip* The small splash of water could be heard on a steady repeat at least every 7 seconds; landing square in the center of the puddle he had been staring at. *Drip* Zenaku took a deep breath and closed his eyes a moment, placing his arms tightly at his sides with forward pointed out as if he were receiving a gifted blade. This motion was ended quickly as he took a breath in and moved to cover his side in a sudden flinch of pain. "For ever bruise on my body, I will carve flesh off their bones to match my bruises in exact patterns to the originals." -Day 9- (Before Present Day) -Practice makes perfect- *Drip* The sound continued in the same interval as it always had, As if it was being regulated by some outside force that had an OCD knack of water drops. *Drip* Zenaku sat once more staring at this puddle; Examining the ripples in the water and listening to each drop hit, Counting the seconds between each drop. Over and over again he did this until the pattern was lodged in his brain, Until he could see the water dripping in his mind and time his imagination perfect with the sound. Placing one of his hands at his sides as if drawing from the sheath of an imaginary sword. He waited and closed his eyes, Imagining each drop falling in real time poising himself to strike. Finally the time came to test this patience he had been drilling into himself, He could imagine the drop of water falling now saw it's glistening beauty clearly as he quickly brought his hand forward from its imaginary sheathed position. Ending the building insanity with one swift blow, The side of his hand hit the drop of water perfectly and flung the moisture to the side rather than in the puddle. He did this repeatedly Striking every droplet of water dead center; He kept his mind trained and his motions fluid with this exercise. They gave him very little to truly keep himself in shape in this place; this forced him to do what he can to train his mind and his body. After all, He was never given a date of which he would be released. -Day 22- (Before Present Day) -A rat named Nelly- *Drip* Zenaku sighed as he lay sprawled out on the floor of the cell; Laying in who knows what in order to make his body feel even slightly comfortable against the cold hard floors. He however was not alone on the floor at least; A squeak could be heard and a small weight on his chest as he leaned his chin to look down. The most fearless rat he'd ever seen, Also the creepiest by far; The Nelrosis had not done this creature any favors. He however couldn't help but wonder as to maybe that was why it showed so little fear to him, It saw him as a big overgrown Nelrosis rat. "Hello there little guy." *Drip* Zenaku spoke as he sat up and watched the rat bound from his chest, then to his knee and finally the floor just in front of him. *Drip* It was an energetic little creature; Surprising considering it was still what the Cell Block considered day time. Usually the rats didn't choose to roam freely until later in the night. *Drip* "Lets call you Nelly" *Drip* Not the most original name; Nor did he know for sure which gender the rat was, So it was a safe choice nonetheless. He let a small smirk come across his before before loud screaming could be heard once again from somewhere in the Cell Block, This screaming of course; Scared Nelly back into a hole in the wall that Zenaku assumed she had emerged from in the first place. "For fucks sake; It's every night with this, Just give it a break!" He yelled from his cell in a deep and angry tone; It was hard to get any sleep at all when 50% of the time you were too busy listening to yelling and screaming from the rest of the block. Let alone the other 50% of keeping one eye open to make sure no one picked a fight or worse with you. -Present Day 56- (All Up To Speed) -Blurred lines- *Drip* A slowly repetitive banging sound could be heard from Zenakus cell, He was punshing the walls. Hardening the nerves in his hands and trying to keep his body as fit as possible with the rations they were given by the prison. It had been almost 2 months entirely now and he had avoided conflict for as long as could bemanaged; Most speak threats and told him what they'd do but never fell through with it. It was the ones that actually had the balls to work by their words that he found himself readying for now. A small squeak could be heard and small pressure pulling at his left pant leg as the small Nelrosis plagued rat once again climbed it's way onto Zenaku.*Drip* He however had just accepted it as normal behavior and living at this point. Giant cursed rat your only pal in prison? To any normal person, That would sound like he had lost his mind. However in this special set of circumstances, He held it as a higher standard for sanity than anything else. *Drip* "Almost time for them to take me to the fake garden bullshit."
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    Kuo's eyes flicked over to the loud one who had flung open the door, before returning back to the room, where it seemed like discussions had finally started. His eyes roved over each of the people in the room, judging combat strength as he passed over them. The demon concerned him, but he was host to a demon himself and therefore didn't much care for the demon, though the lack of any realization by Killidia concerned him greatly. As the mission report processed in his mind, Kuo leaned forwards onto one arm. "So, if I am understanding this situation correctly, you want us to assassinate or capture this captain with no traces from either us or him with about zero intelligence on his patterns, routine, or bodyguard defense? If you have some I would love to hear it, but I'll handle this job. If any of you others would care to come along..." Kuo said menacingly, his eyes roving round the room. "Don't slow me down." He then proceeded to the door, leaning against it, waiting to hear the reactions of everyone else.
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    Way out here.

    Something's wrong ... something's been wrong for awhile now, but she has been unable to put her finger on what exactly. Besides the obvious lack of Baruch and Atticus, the difference held an extreme feeling of loss, almost as if the two aforementioned never existed. Was she suspended in some pocket of time she's never visited before? Was someone on the outside world probing her mind while she plays victim? How long has she been kept captive? The woman attempts to flex her fingers, knowing no relief will come to her aching digits struggling for air against the solid restraints she cannot see. The only freedom she feels currently is the craning of her neck from right to left, while her eyes remain shut (she assumes as she can see nothing). Could this wrong be shutting down her abilities bit by bit? The possibility was not in the realm of extremes, it has happened before, and she guesses it was bound to happen again. It would make sense as she has reached out to Baruch and has received absolutely nothing in response, causing the bud of fear and loss to blossom in her heart. What happened? Where am I? It's silly to ask such questions, for even in the prison of her mind someone is listening intently, and whenever she throws a question to the air a shock of extreme pain is forced in her veins. She feels her body struggle against the shock, her lungs try feebly to find air, and her throat releases a scream she is unsure it even belongs to her. This horrible torture was not to get her to speak, but to keep her quiet, to confuse her mind so she can't reach out to the two constant stars so suddenly out of her reach. It is her duty to make sure Baruch and Atticus remain feeble in the world of Valucre, yet it is becoming increasingly clear she had failed. The restrains around her ankles tighten, along with those around her wrists, as a warning that she best keep silent. The taste of blood keeps her senses tingling with life, warning her that she is closer to a death she is not ready for. The only person allowed to snuff her out is Baruch, the person behind her current torture will not be blessed with the opportunity to dispose of her - she will not bend to these threats. And to show her defiance she again throws another line out into the darkness of her mind, hoping that Baruch will at least feel her calling to him. The shock to her system causes a mild seizure; everything is doused in a fire she can't put out. Good, she thinks to herself between twitches. The more they press her body to succumb to the pain, the more her will returns to keep her line to Baruch alive. Eventually he will feel her, and eventually she will get her answers.
  9. 1 point
    Jesus Negro

    Way out here.

    [ Zatvor Raj ⇆ Heaven's Prison ] ▰▱▰ This construct is one of many that orbits Haven and was designed to imprison the uncanny and extraordinary criminals plaguing Valucre. As it stands now, Zatvor Raj is a temporary holding, high tiered facility where allies under the Earth and Sky Alliance may place their prisoners of war, war criminals and such until their permanent homes elsewhere, have been decided. Renovatio follows no planetary code established by Valucre that prevents the acts of torture and murder of prisoners. ▰▱▰
  10. 1 point

    A Universal Benefit

    The Faceless Knight sat upon a low stone wall, reviewing a lengthy formal address which had been delivered to him in the form of a scroll. It was not a matter which had required the attention of any superiors, and he agreed as he read it over. It contained a notice regarding a band of bugbears whose tolling had kept the Southern gates of Casper closed for some few months, save for those who were willing to pay the toll. They didn't threaten the town, and those with minimal urgency could travel around the bridge they guarded, but they caused trouble for travelers regardless. Rage simmered somewhere lost in the heart of The Faceless Knight at their offense against the law of the land, but he knew they held no true sway in real matters. If they were truly a concern, the guards would've risked the men to deal with them, but they had found it less cumbersome to let them have their land outside the walls. What it did propose was a chance to test some who he'd been informed could work well with the Order if they could be convinced of the value in doing so. It all made sense to him, but he did find himself disappointed. Perhaps they would find a more appropriate taskman for the position he was standing today, but for the time being, he was the one whose duty it was to see it through. He rolled the scroll up once more and tied a rough knot in no short time, as the gauntlets he wore hindered the task. He then adjusted where his blade sat in its scabbard, assured the peace ties, and replaced it at his waist so he could stand and pace. He had been informed that it would be made done that the three persons of interest would find him on that day out in front of The Stately Hero tavern. How, he had not asked, but he had waited since morn, and--he eyed the sky. There were still some hours of daylight left, but none had shown in the time he'd waited thus far, which was the better part of the day, from what he judged. He sighed and took again to the exercises which he'd busied himself with previously. He picked up the stick he'd found and went through the postas of his style, practicing his pacing, positioning of his weapon, and consistency of speed. After that, he changed to footwork, went through stretches, and even reviewed finger routines to maintain his dexterity there as well, all of which he did in the interest of passing the time, and during none of which did he spare interest for any looks he was given. Soon, they would come, he assured himself, and he could get on with the more challenging aspects of his occupation once he was finished with the task at hand. @DonValence@TsunBun@Feign
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    Knight Seeking Order

    There may yet be a better place for this, since I know my eyes to play tricks. My cause is thus; to seek a land to facilitate knights of meritous pedigree, who earn their place by what they do, not by what womb they were brought into the world; a castle as headquarters to an Order of Priest-Knights; a home to hold men that are cruel in combat and meek in court. Be thou a member with experience wisened to know where best I ought offer my sword or my pen, instill me with knowledge to accomplish my task. Or else join me! For truth and justice prevail over all the weak and wicked ways of life.
  12. 1 point
    Charli Foxtrot


    Hey, folks. I'm going to go ahead and call a kind of AFV for the moment. My new meds are not only causing some persistent slow-thinking grogginess, but also are playing hell with my attention span. That's making keeping up with posting difficult. I've posted in Illumad, and will be posting in Biazo Isle and Taen Empire in the next day or so. Those are the three threads I'm going to try hard to keep up with, the rest I may have to put on hold or drop out of. I say "the rest" because my brain isn't in high gear and I can't easily remember where I'm supposed to be posting. I've got a doctor's appt next week to evaluate my dose and probably tweak it, so we'll see what happens after that. That ya'll for your patience. @Fae @Ataraxy @supernal @moonbay @pandahat
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    [Halcyon] Run, Run, Run

    Lemoine was thinking about how many times in her life she's been this scared to death. There was the one time when Merida decided to become a Zodiac Knight, and all Lemoine could think about was how such a lifestyle would only lead to her only death. Of course when the news came to her that Merida had passed and her daughter, Lemoine's niece had disappeared. Absolutely when all the weight of Renovatio's success fell on her own shoulders while everyone else ran to find Primera, the one and only heir to Renovatio's throne. And then now, as they run through the hordes of beasts and undead determined to take them down. Each and every event had their own rating on the fear scale, and every one of them are etched on her heart, and will be until the day she dies. Before all this she had lived a rather complacent life, and would of stayed that way if all would of stayed on course. Selfishly she took advantage of her life so pleasant and plain. Now she clings desperately to Dominic while prompting him forward, while trying to keep together and not think of the possibility of failure. The fear invading her veins, flowing freely about her body, keeps her determined. The Lemoine of yesterday's lost has been replaced by another who shares the same name, yet she is unclear if they are the same person. She felt the pillars react to her presence (though it could have been hopeful thinking) and in a blink they are transported inside. The air in her lungs is squeezed out; her nerves are set aflame; her thoughts are jumbled; and darkness replaces the light and freight of their flight forward. It had been easy transporting them inside - strangely enough. Except, when ease is concerned, there are consequences to their blessing. A weakness hugs her body from the forced concentration on Dominic, and the abruptness of their transportation. Little droplets of blood fall from her nose, and her ears feel as if she's pressed them against the ocean floor to hear the constant movement of heavy waves. She had been thrown from Dominic's shoulders, and with that realization underneath the fuzziness of her confused mind, she tries to keep her eyes closed. Instantly she can tell that he is not in the same room as her, and that fear from earlier freezes her. Inside, silence and abandonment. A feeling of loss and sadness permeates the stale air. Clearly left to fail, chairs are scattered about with desks decorated with scribbled notes and forgotten memos. Here and there one can see that inside was not left alone by the beasts outside; speckles of blood stain the floor and walls, and there is a scent of death peppering the air. Something besides Lemoine and Dominic is inside the building, and it was just aware of them as they are to it. And it's unkind, strong, and not at all pleased that it has been disturbed.
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    Lost In Translation

    The glow certainly caught her off guard enough to cause her to pause and look at the creature in pain. If it really wanted to hurt her, it would of done so by now. Like any frantic beast under the influence of pain, they will attack and do what they can to protect themselves from hungry predators. It's completely obvious that she could easily fall underneath a swipe of his hand, and there would be nothing she could do about it. Why couldn't life just give her a good set of cards for once? She's been studying, doing her best to stay on track, proving herself to the people around her and to herself that she can be the best, or one of the best. It's hard as all hell to be the best when life likes to just throw wrenches in all her plans. And this problem? She isn't even thinking about what she's going to do afterwards. All she knows for sure is that something will be done, because she can't just leave him out here. 'Damn, damn, damn, damn it!' Working half assed in the dark was not helping him any. They needed to get to her place where there's enough light to see, and maybe she has something to get the bullet out. Anywhere besides the middle of the damn park is better; she needed to get him somewhere safe before they're discovered. At the idea of other people being in the park, Seyge cautiously looks around, a frown painting her features taught with panic and worry. 'I'm sorry.' He had said something, and again she was lost in the syllables. Figuring out a language is not that difficult, but when you're working under such pressure. she's lucky she can think. Once they're somewhere safe, she will have to figure out a way to speak to him. With no other choice, she draws in a deep breath and forces her nerves to settle so that she may do what is possibly the most difficult change she has ever done in her entire life. It's likely not the safest thing to do considering that he's injured and obviously in a sour mood; this could spark another bout of abrupt anger and fear. What if he ends up hurting her? Frowning against her cryptic thinking, her body begins to slowly shift into the more feminine representation of him. One intake of air, her chest expands; another, and her face grows forward. She takes her time so that she can make sure she gets as close to his appearance as possible, and so in case if he decides to freak out, she can stop and make a ready escape of her own. She's seen herself shift many times and can understand that it can be frightening, so she tries to consider the feelings of others and goes slow. Hopefully he'll appreciate her kindness and stay calm.
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    Travis smiled as Nicala took his coat and shirt. He was glad to see she wasn't too proud to reject his help. He turned around and waited. After about a minute he turned to see she had but on his clothes in the way he had described. "That was a pretty nifty trick," Travis thought to himself. Ema come over with a plant; apparently some sort of healing item. Travis raised his eyebrows, impressed. It seemed like Ema had a lot more to her than she had shown. He wished he could have seen more of her potential and helped it grow. But that would be up to her now. As Travis reached out his hand to her, he saw hesitation in her eyes. Internally, he worried that all the progress he had made as her friend would be pointless. But she took his hand and he helped her up. He smiled proudly at her. Ivas then came over to help Travis support her. He suggested taking her to an inn. 'I agree,' Travis said preparing to move. Travis smiled again at Ivas's praise. 'It was no problem,' Travis said kindly. But before he began to move, he noticed that though Ema had supposedly finished her business, she walked rather slowly down the road where they had all came. Travis then shifted his arm and tightened his grip on Nicala; not to cause pain, but so that he could support her by himself. He then lightly nudged Ivas off. 'You know, I think I can help Nicala myself,' Travis said. 'Perhaps... there's something else you can take care of.' Travis's eyes moved to Ema's figure, to make sure Ivas got what he was hinting at. He began to make the slow steps down the left road from the music shop, when he turned back around. 'Ivas,' Travis said, his tone suddenly serious. 'We are kindred spirits, you and I. You already have all the makings of a hero, and I know you shall only become greater with time.' Travis hit the bottom of his right fist against his left heart. He would have done the other, but this was a more Valucreian way to do it. 'May your blood flow throughout the course of time.' Travis's hand went back to his side. He began to turn and spoke one last time: 'And make sure to watch that excellent sword of yours.' With that he turned and began to move slowly down the street. 'Now lets get you some rest,' Travis said to Nicala. People might have wondered why Travis was so willing to go all out for strangers. In truth, he had found that items only got you so far. It was the invisible bonds that you made with people. That's what mattered. These people had become friends to him. And what kind of friend would he be if he left now? Also, he was gonna need his jacket back.
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    A New and Unknown Land [OOC]

    Okay, sorry Noctus, but next post a bug is gonna drag that armor clad body into the deep fog. I ain't gonna spend this whole thread unable to fight, due to hands being full. RIP Noctus 2k16. Maybe he'll get thrown out of the miasma, who knows.
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    Press Play

    Fluorescent green eyes tracked his movement and the lines of his body as Feydan first leaned forward to tuck away the sleeping kitten, then followed him upward as he stood. Unconsciously she cocked her head as he spoke, listening with intent as he explained away his actions in an offhanded fashion. He was not so much giving an excuse, but expounding upon his own reasoning. She blinked at the unexpected revelation and then a slow, but genuine smile curled her lips. For once Kestra understood what thoughts flashed behind those silver eyes and it was an opinion that she could appreciate, because there could never be a more trustworthy companion than an animal. People were fickle and self-serving creatures that held only a modicum of loyalty at any given time, something they were apparently in agreement on. Think nothing of it, she almost said, but then stopped. Kes didn't want to insult him by refusing his thanks, which was something she doubted he handed out on a whim, so instead she quietly said, "You're welcome." Movement a short distance away drew her gaze and she was keen to observe the gathered crowd, the rake of their eyes and judgement palpable. It said vast amounts for how backwater this village truly was, because in Mageside City it was hardly a rare occurrence to witness feats of spellcraft far outstripping her unwieldy healing attempt. Kestra started to turn away from the gawkers when the woman pressed in amongst them caught her attention. It was easy enough to catch the whispered insult, clearly flung at Dan, and for some reason Kes felt a flush of hot anger. She narrowed her eyes into a baleful glare and wasn't above letting a spark of arcane energy flash as she leveled it at the woman, who flinched and began to scuttle away. A surge of dark satisfaction soothed her vexation, it was only then did she catch Dan's words. Juice? Mmm, it sounded just the remedy for her piqued condition. As her hand folded around his she blinked at the now dried blood still streaked on tan skin, when had she forgotten about that? Once they reached their destination she would need to clean it off, it was an admission of weakness she could not abide. Despite her exertion the young arcanist rose from the bench with the same poise she normally possessed, pausing only to flick dark strands over her shoulder. A little spellwork would never exhaust a Ferathis, at least not to where anyone else could see it. One last cursory glance was spared to the grey cat, but she restrained the need to scoop it up and take it back to the shop. Oren disliked just about all small creatures and used the excuse that he was allergic to pet dander, a fact that she knew to be false, but it wasn't worth the argument that would ensue. The little thing would just have to persevere on it's own.. it wasn't like she could take it back to the Magic Academy with her anyway. Suddenly the hair on the back of her neck prickled and stood on end, then a shiver crawled it's way down her spine. She could feel eyes on her, but not the one's of the crowd or those milling about the festival. No, the gaze she felt was intense and mocking. Her eyes flicked furtively about the dark corners and alleyways, even onto the roof tops, but she beheld no laughing face watching them. The sensation was unsettling and she turned to meet Dan's eyes, her expression guarded when she could see that he had noticed it too. Either their watcher was extremely stealthy or they were quite adept with magic of their own, both options made her wary. Her fingers tightened around his hand and this time she began to lead the way, tugging him after her in her haste to be rid of the unsettling sensation. Once they had joined the flow of the crowd and he fell into step Kestra relinquished the lead, instead drawing close so she wouldn't have to shout over the crowd to be heard. "Are you often spied on? Because I doubt whoever is watching us is out for me, I haven't been home in nearly a year." There was no accusatory tone in her voice, only curiosity. It didn't take long for the narrow lane to broaden before opening up into a square featuring a circular fountain and a smattering of large shade trees. Here the cacophony of the festival reached a crescendo, as it was the central avenue for the stage featuring a bard and his merry band, a few performers juggling or spitting fire up into the sky, and the condensing of vendors. The stalls became larger and were featuring items of increasing wealth, these were the merchants that had traveled from neighboring cities to visit and sell their wares. By now the sun was beginning to creep downward and lanterns were being strung up in preparation for the coming hours of dusk, it would only be a scant few hours before the nightlife began to stir. As they passed an odd sight caught Kestra's attention, her head swiveling around before she gave a tug at her companion's sleeve to alert him. Beneath the shade of a tree was a wizened man bearing deep-seated lines of age weathering his face; he probably was well into his fifties, which was elderly when considering the normal lifespan of men in this era. He was settled on a bench with his cane propped on the trunk of the tree, the twisted deformity of one leg stretched before him. Absently she wondered how the leg had come to be mangled, by accident or from birth? Settled on his lap was a portly woman, the swell of her breast and voluptuous figure the evidence of either multiple children or a life lacking menial labor. They were a couple at odds with each other, but their presence posed a question for Kes. Would she rather bed someone of large girth or a cripple? Her wicked gaze swept back to her companion and she shot a vicious grin at him. "Which one would you take to bed?" She purred. "I would take the large one, personally.. what good would a cripple be to me?" Kestra added innocently enough, pretending that she couldn't feel the crippled man's lascivious eyes watching her pass by. With Feydan's guidance it was a simple enough pursuit to find a tall glass of peach juice with tantalizing droplets of condensation sliding down the smooth surface. Kes eagerly slapped down the coins on the vendor's counter and wrapped her hands around the cool exterior of her treat before taking a greedy gulp. It was heavenly! The heat of the day only seemed to intensify the sweet and tart beverage and a few stray drops dribbled down her chin, when she came up for air she licked her lips in appreciation. Almost beaming with pleasure she rubbed the moisture from her chin and neck, feeling rejuvenated by bounds and leaps. Maybe venturing out of the shop hadn't been such a bad idea after all, if only for this hard earned pleasure.
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    Valucre T1 Tournament Lounge

    When people are like, "Hey Cody." And I'm like, "Who the fuck are you and why do you think you can use my name?" The nerve of people! Back in my day, people knew better than to make eye contact. The nerve of these children. (I wonder if there are people who really think like that?)
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    What are you playing? (Video games)

    That game stole so many of my hours. I'm waiting another few months before I jump back into it for the DLC. I want to replay completely. Can't wait for CD Projekt's take on cyberpunk. — Was spending a lot of free time in WoW: Legion, but now that I'm ahead of all my friends, I'm focusing more on my backlog; I'll probably jump back into Pillars of Eternity to finish that off.
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    Valucre T1 Tournament Lounge

    In my experience, clean victories (esp. those where people don't just stop posting when they are losing for example) tend to be the minority percentage
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    Yidda had mixed feelings about cities, especially after the clock incident, on one hand, DOGS, but on the other hand, swords. Yidda hated swords, they were the worst invention ever, right after pots (what dummy thought metal and food went good together?!) it was as if swords were invented just to gross her out, Yidda cringed just thinking about them. but Yidda was willing to try out this city since it looked like it would have a high Dog to sword ratio and she had heard from some travelers that there was this thing called smuggling there. Yidda didn't fully know what it meant, she and her friends could gather it was like trading but special and on a need to know basis, which made Yidda very interested very fast, also it honestly sounded adorable, and so Yidda set out to find out just what the activity called "Smuggling" really was. This mighty quest began with a 3 hour walk and then the city, when Yidda got to the city she saw this big gate and an even bigger wall, Yidda approved of the wall, not so much the gate, also armored guards, Yidda was not a big fan of armored guards. So Yidda took the sewer instead. Honestly next to dogs and parks and birds, city sewers were by far the best development of urban technology. it was like a fusion between a river and a cave, on top of that they always had the nicest animals, in fact, just a minute ago she had met this super nice alligator who gave her an apple which she was enjoying greatly as she walked along the sewer side, making sure to share with all of her friends that were feeling a bit peckish, not just the bird ones mind you. Actually, Yidda had yet to meet some sewer rats yet, usually their all over the place but here they just sort of weren't. 'oh wait here comes one now' Yidda thought, watching as a rat walked along towards her on two legs continuously looking back and seeming just irate and holding his back in one of his paws. it was also large, like a fourteen year old girl hugable size large, 'what a specific size' Yidda thought and then shrugged. she then swallowed the last bite of the apple before tossing it into the water and saying "Hi there Mr. Rat, I'm Yidda, and these are my friends, nice to meet you! :D" Yidda than waved and so did most of her friends who had poked their heads out. "oh god, not another one" the rat said, lifting his head up to see yet another weird young hairless girl. "You here for the job?" "A job, I don't know what you-" one of Yidda's birds whispered in her ear. "He's talking about smuggling, just say yes and we're in Yidda!" Yidda's face beamed more than usual. "I mean yes, of course I am totally here for "the job", *wink *wink, where should I go for it?" "second passage on the right first door on the left you can't miss it" the rat pointed back to where he had come from. "wow thanks!... I mean, wow thanks. I will go right to that place right now" Yidda stood up completely straight and marched in the direcitons she had been told, as her animal friends scurried around excited, anxious, but all suprisingly energetic, except for the cat, she was still judging the rat's hairstyle. The Rat just kept walking, tired and still with a full work day ahead of him. Yidda followed the simple directions, was right in front of the door, opened it, and proclaimed joyfully. "Hello, my name is Yidda and these are my friends we're here for the job!"
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    Way out here.

    Atticus sat at an odd angle, so as to accommodate his tall frame in the small room. It was nice as cells went, really. The former Bravada, and current lollard/heretic had "vacationed" in worse, yet less secure prisons. He like Baruch used meditation to stave off starvation and dehydration by slowing his metabolism. He might have been mistaken for dead if not for the advanced servailance. His stay was uneventful to say the least. No King of C-block to annoy him. He was rather fond of this predicament, it allowed him to find his balance and structure his thoughts. This could only temper his patience and his willpower. The guards thought to break him. The would find the effort to be akin to climbing the highest Renovatian mountain with no gear. It would be amusing, if in the effort to break him, they would break instead. He smiled a chilling shark-like smile. His thoughts once more stilled.
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    Knight Seeking Order

    I'd be remiss were I not to hark again on the fact that you would not be the first, and I hope nary the last, to strike out their own small group and grow that group in size and prestige through their written word and action. Our world is expansive and storied enough to allow near any (but not strictly every) permutation of imagination that one could conceive! As has been mentioned already, Yh'mi would be a good place for paladins, though the fact that you've been personally approached by member Inkinhart should not be ignored; a foot in the door I daresay. I can also say that the zodiac knights of Renovatio (Jesus Negro would be the contact for Renovatio) sound up your alley as well and in Renovatio there is Kadia (Alexei for that one) who have knightly orders though I know not of their religions inclinations, Further in Terrenus (myself, if interested!) there is a Gaian faith that could use more people to spread the light against the darkness. I hope you are not paralyzed by the wealth of options available to you mine good sir and if nothing else I say sample about and see what lights the fire in thou heart. /welcome to Valucre also I like this thread
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    It's been almost 4 years since I signed up for this forum and honestly it's been one of the most life changing almost-4-years of my life. I know this may seem sudden, especially since my "return" a couple of months ago, but it's that time. I will still wrap up some things and be in contact with people through off-site means, but this is my goodbye. But first, some words of special thanks in the form of a very, very bad poem: Firstly, thanks to HimJL, Yhmi, and Gohrick Trisona for being my very first partners in writing, and to Totalitarian, princeben07, Black Magic, and susitsu for being in my first created thread, Silent Night, most frightening! (I told you it was bad, okay.) To Acies ab Vesania! Ever the knowledgeable, for being a voice of reason, and to supernal for showing faith in my work by helping me start a monster nation. Thanks to Arcanist for being a co-conspirator in funny times, (and we do still have many, funny times) and to Off Topic for being a tour de force, with animation and rhyme. Thanks to Malum for drinking wine out of a jug--that I don't think I'll ever forget-- as well as everyone else in those unval chats and to blood soaked earth, too for being a nerd, and having me push my brain past the absurd. Then there's Syncopy who's always been of support, and Vintage's NightWalker children of dubious rapport, like vasanti and Sorano and various other sorts who traipse through the nights with blood on their shirts. More thanks to King for being one of the best co-brains in the land, as well as Noko and with their villainous plans, and to Paroxysm for his stories about blueberry pies, and Song Sprite with hope and stars in her eyes. Thanks to the friends I've made through Nich'e who wrote its world with me: From Kiva and the Big Gay Cockatoo to The Ceron and Scaevitas, too to Devil, Helrica, Japhetic, and Shamash you've all made this journey one hell of a blast. (And Lucky, to you, I give a special thanks for inspiring a love that no other can match.) Oh Gryfyn Industries! Oh comrades in trade! Thank you for all your work this day, But Elisbeth Winkly must part ways. Keep on with the customers, don't scare them away! (And should your name be missing, do not fret. You, too, on me, have made an impact, in being here with all the rest-- this "poem" is simply far too long, I will not forget.) And here we are at the end of this a dragged far too long reminisce Like many others that have come and gone, so, too, will I but with one last song: