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  1. 5 points

    -=Walking in a Winter Wonderland=-

    How many can make the claim of representing two separate nations? He doubted there were any aside from his own siblings. Corvinus’ seedline had acted as a bridge between the Houses Melisende and Cartyr. Two of the arguably greatest families. One producing a line of noble heroes and Kommandants, who had saved the entirety of Renovatio from falling. The next had produced the greatest Ucissore in history, and the woman whose hands helped in building the Kadian Empire. It was such a unique extended family, that even he was unsure of what to think about it all. This would be his first political engagement since his graduation into the Bravada. Naturally he had been schooled in the affairs of nobility, such was the case when your mother and father sat at the height if the most advanced nation to grace Valucre’s skies, or when your grandparent ruled a vast empire. Still his confidence in his learning did little to assuage the pressure that seemed to stifle his heartbeat. He was here, alone, representing two nations. Their reputations fell on his shoulders and would either be spoken of in respect or derision based on his success. It was quite a bit to take in, even though Asher had more than enough confidence. He took a deep breath outside of the great entrance of the DuGrace castle. Sure, he had a lot of weight on his shoulders, but he would not have been chosen to see this through if they doubted his capability. He used his free hand to straighten carmine locks, brushed back away from his face. He was a handsome man, though youth still clung to his features, it was hard to miss the sharp structure of Corvinus, and his height. Though he found he was not the only man of great stature in attendance to this celebration. He stepped into the great throne room, after showing he was unarmed, and realized he stuck out like a sore thumb. In a sea of white and pearl hues he was like a drop of blood on the snow. His red suit made him distinctly noticable, a mixture of deep crimson with black accents. Finely woven from fibers of primal alloy. His sister had chosen it for him, and he wondered if she had done so on purpose to make him stand out. He fought the heat rising in his cheeks, looking embarrassed now, there was no turning back. He continued his steps, confidence filling opal eyes that took in the impressive display of the snow and decorations. No expense was spared he thought, it was proof enough that the Orisian people adored their queen. It brought thoughts of the former ruler and his aunt Lemoine to mind. He hoped she was alright, it had been a long time since he had heard from her. He glanced down at the box held in the crook of his arm. A beautiful gift that matched season in which this coronation was taking place. Valsee wood from the Cold South, an intricate inlay of Kadian jewels and Renovatian primal alloy. On its face was three seals, the imperial seal of Kadia, then the seals of the houses Cartyr and Melisende. Just as he was a symbol of these nations’ unity so was this gift. Both nations recognized Gabriela’s right to rule, and in doing so extended a hand of friendship and well wishes. Politics were such a complicated matter, but it seemed he had no choice but to indulge in them. Besides he had always wanted to visit Orisia, where his grandmother and father had first met.
  2. 4 points
    Irene Gabriela DuGrace “There are a pair of dwarves that are anxious to talk to you,” said Marie. She looked up from her clipboard and arched an elegant brow at Gabriela. “Dwarves?” Gabriela repeated with a perplexed frown. “Yes,” replied Marie looking rather amused, “--and they seem particularly anxious to talk to you. I would get to them quickly if I were you. Also your fledgling, Vivian and her husband. They arrived earlier in the day and are being housed in the west wing. The green-eyed beauty seemed more than a little disappointed that you wouldn’t meet with her before the coronation.” “Yes, I imagine she would be. I’ll make it up to her,” Gabriela turned back to her vanity and finished putting on her pearl earrings. She didn’t wear makeup, there really was no need other than in instances when she wanted to appear more human and a little blush on the cheeks or rouge on the lips managed to make her appearance less unnatural. However, due to her pregnancy and the valiant attempts of a whole team of doctors, Gabriela was looking far more healthy than she had in the past. Keeping up with a strict diet was having astounding benefits. Her flesh, pale as always, was once more brightly lit from within, and the even the hairs that made up her dark brows and thick eyelashes seemed lustrous. There was color in her lips, a healthy and light pink that matched the splash of color on her cheeks. And her hair, usually quite glorious regardless of her state of health, was now utterly divine. Pregnancy and all of it’s nasty hormones had ended up with at least one upside. Her hair appeared thick, silken, and strong -- as if obsidian stone had been woven into impossibly thin strands and set loose from the top of her head down past the swell of her bottom. “Maybe she’ll agree to having tea with me sometime this week, that is if she doesn’t have plans to leave immediately after the celebration.” “I do believe she will be sticking around,” said Marie without much enthusiasm. “Beyond that, everyone you would expect is here, save for Raphael and his mate, Zenahriel. I can’t imagine our dear cousin will miss your big day, but he may not show up until later.” Gabriela had moved on to fix the sleeves of her dress upon her shoulders. She nearly stopped, but managed somehow to follow through with the pretense of not being concerned about what Raphael did. She didn’t want so much as to question why Raphael would be late for fear of giving away how much she had come to depend on him and his presence. That was hardly the sort of information she wanted Marie passing along to the Carmine Emperor. Marie waited, she took note of what she saw, and then moved on without skipping a beat. “Some other notable people you might be interested in...Corvin’s grandson has made an appearance. Some youth with a long list of unearned titles and an attitude to match, I am sure. He’s here representing both Kadia and the Cold South, so if he wants to dance -- you better dance with him.” “Grandson!?” Her golden eyes were fixed on Marie again, drinking in the sight of her unabashed amusement. The golden elder, as Gabriela had taken to calling her female cousin, was enjoying this too much. The oddities of the world seemed to fill her with pleasure, and telling Gabriela what to expect and how to react to it all was just icing on the cake for her. “How in the bloody hell does he have a grandson?” Gabriela asked hopelessly, her pretty face twisted up in a disapproving scowl. “And Corvin has the audacity of calling us unnatural,” she huffed and turned away once more, not really upset with the Kadian Emperor, but quite annoyed. There was absolutely nothing natural about that particular family… “Yes, well, you be nice to him. Beyond that, there’s a lovely young woman here -- Raveena, I believe. I figured you’d be quite interested in catching up with her. And finally, we are expecting some dignitaries from Port Caelum.” Gabriela had stopped listening at the mention of Raveena. She hadn’t thought much about the woman since her return to Orisia. Not out of a lack of concern -- once Raphael told her that Raveena had survived and was on the mend, she felt much better about it. But rather than linger on the events of that day, she tried her hardest to keep her mind from wandering -- wondering. She felt a sudden and ugly urge to open her journal, which sat on her vanity next to her hair brush, and stroke her fingers across the rough surface of that little piece of paper. She is here. She is here. She is here. Her fingers all but itched in a nervous sort of anxiety to feel the tattered edges of the parchment. “--Cousin Gabriela, are you ready?” She blinked at her reflection. She looked severe and haunted, with her eyes half-lidded and her mouth pressed into a serious line. Her hand sat on the vanity top with her fingers curled into a tight fist to hide the fact that she was trembling. “Yes, I am ready.” ~*~ The singing of the choir ended on a gentle upbeat note, and then a collection of men gathered on either side of the center aisle of the throne room, the plush black carpet had somehow been kept from being snowed on, although it was speckled in white here and there. Their presence on either side of the carpet, and for the length of it from the door to the throne, caused people to quickly move away and make room. In perfect unison the men, dressed in black, readied their golden trumpets, which once held up unfurled and revealed the banner of the DuGrace house -- a black flag upon which a dragon in gold was painted, with three crescent moons above its head, also in gold. They announced the queen’s arrival with a deep and colorful force that caused even the most mischievous child to stop what he or she was doing and turn their full attention to the royal doors. They had been open all along, but no one had been paying attention, so no one knew for how long the queen had been standing there -- watching them all. There was time enough to feel the bondage. Imaginary chains wrapped all around her body. She felt them thick and heavy on her wrists, her ankles, and around her neck. The billowing of her family’s crest painted upon those black flags that swayed to and fro on the trumpets of the men announcing her arrival made her envision herself as a dragon. Suddenly she wasn’t some petite beauty, a fragile creature of uncanny perfection -- pale of flesh, lovely of hue. No, she was an ugly thing, but vastly powerful. Her flesh was unpiercable, covered in diamond-strong scales of black, while her elegant neck transformed into a long and curving thing that channeled and delivered molten fire. And here she was, a slave to these creatures -- these pathetic and faithless creatures. Once upon a time she had loved Orisia and she had loved it’s people. She had called them her children, but that was long before she knew what it meant to truly be a mother. There would never be another being whom she loved as completely as the tiny creature that stirred in her womb at this very moment. He was the only one who would ever understand her, who would ever really know her. For he felt the same constraints because heard them echoing in the beating of his mother’s heart. This joyous occasion was the same spectacle she had seen almost a year ago when she had been forced to come and witness Lucis’ coronation. These gluttonous people who came into her home, drank her wine and ate her food. They celebrated without knowing an ounce of the sacrifice that went into any of it. They didn’t know, and couldn’t begin to fathom, what she had given up in order to take the throne once more and wear their crown yet again. But it was not for love of them this time, and perhaps that would make all the difference. She now saw them as spoiled and ungrateful children. They had quickly forgotten the world that they lived in just six years ago, and beyond that, the endless trials that she suffered in name of them in order to maintain the precious equilibrium she had managed to bring to all. They didn’t know, but they could have guessed -- they should have guessed. How anyone, much less a whole nation, could share in the ignorant belief that they were somehow owed a peaceful existence was beyond her. That they could exist without stopping to think about how their lives had ended up as they were seemed a foolish mistake. But she would take partial blame in all of this. She had coddled them. She had done everything to protect them from the realities of the world. But all of that ended tonight. If this was her cross to bear -- if she had to wear the Orisian crown in order to ensure the life of her child, then she would do so but she would do it in her own way. She would not be queen to a nation of belligerent and rotten children. Her dress was a hard thing to describe although the sight of it was surely astounding to most. It was beautiful, but in a strange way. It was not soft and flowing, it was not elegant in her usual way. The dress was silver toned and speckled with white-clear crystals. The strangest part was now near the hue of the dress was to her own skin tone. The dress was made of jagged patterns across her chest, with pointed off the shoulder straps. Everything about her dress seemed prickly and unapproachable. Anyone who wanted to lay hands on her would find themselves challenged by the task, as it seemed the whole thing was made up of slender pieces of sharpened metal and pointed glass. Someone, somewhere had once called her an Ice Queen. Tonight she took up the mantle with pride. The original dress had been fitted all the way down to the knees before spreading into a mermaid-type of skirt. Because of her swollen belly, she had the dress altered into an empire waist that did away with any constraints that might have caused her child discomfort. It meant there was more material, more metal plates, more pieces of sharp crystal and glass -- making lovely music as she began to move forward into the throne room. Like a wind chime, she walked in a soft melody of her own making with a loose skirt that fell over her rounded stomach and draped down and behind her, following in an impossibly long train. Her hair was woven into a braid, through it a silver chain of pearls and diamonds glittered as it swayed from side to side across her mostly exposed back. She walked without smiling across a carpet that was speckled with snow. As she drew near to each pair of trumpet players, who stood across from one another, she watched them fold down onto a knee, until at last she reached her throne. It was nearly white with snow. The four knights turned to her and also lowered themselves onto a knee, save for one, who moved forward at a respectable pace and offered thee queen a hand. She gladly took his offered hel and stepped onto the dais, and then, after turning back to the throne room finally saw fit to smile at all her guests. “Thank you so very much, all of you, for joining me on this very special day. Please, continue with the festivities.” A small hand, pale and perfect with glass like fingernails shifted into the air and wove royal authority. The singing immediately picked up again, the servants went back to floating their heavy trays to every person they saw empty of hand. She sat down very, very carefully, and set her hands upon her lap. It wasn’t exactly the most comfortable position -- sitting upright with perfect posture with a big, heavy belly sitting on your lap and a nearly full-term baby stretching it’s cramped limbs inside of you -- but she made it look easy nevertheless.
  3. 4 points
    Hey everyone, big news post, tl;dr a the end (but please read the whole thing. I know this is really long but I take a lot of time to write these out and I'd appreciate your attention to these info dumps >_<) First of all, we're gonna be moving on to event seven soon (come January) and with it comes some changes. No longer will threads be limited to members who join in right at the start, threads are now open to anyone on the crew at any time over the course of the thread's existence that feels that they have something substantive to add to the storyline. I'll still be coming up with and providing scenarios (though as before this duty is available to anyone who wants it on a case-by-case basis) and we'll be doing away with the month-long time limit as well. From now on, threads will run for as long as it takes to finish them. If you feel like a thread is running too slow for your tastes, than feel free to jump in and move the plot along! Obviously, with these changes there exists some potential for chaos, but I believe that we can all work together to create a cohesive storyline together. Additionally, with this change, all previous threads from months prior are re-opened to their original members to finish them out. Now, these threads will remain closed to except to their original inhabitants, and I apologize for that, but going forward we're all going to be able to work together on each new thread! Next up, we will be saying goodbye to several members who have unfortunately proven inactive, and effective immediately the positions of Enforcer, Engineer, and Gunner are all taking new applicants. Additionally, as usual, new positions are available for creating as long as you can explain to me why that position should exist on the Aria. You may notice that the position of first mate is now occupied by an NPC. This character, one Talia Arkinson, is an old friend and ally of Cecil's. She's a diminutive human woman with a reserved temperament and a penchant for careful consideration. Expect more details soon about the specifics of her character and appearance, but know that Talia is always available for use in threads involving Aria members as an NPC. Simply ask me about what role you need her to fill in your thread and explain to me what your plans are and then feel free to write with her in your thread. Next order of business, I'm looking to turn the Aria into an official club, so get hyped about that. However, to accomplish this, we need 60 canonized posts. We're about half way there, but I need finished threads to make this happen, about 30 more posts worth. These threads need to fulfill the requirements for canonization, which means they must have a summary post at their conclusion detailing their effects on the world at large, as well as notable consequences. The easiest way to generate these consequences is to create some kind of quest resulting from the thread, and submit it to the board leader for wherever the thread takes place. The other easiest way to impact canon is to go on quests or pursue artifacts, both avenues open to enterprising members of the crew. Finally, event seven itself! This storyline takes place in Cutpurse Cove, and as stated earlier, is open to everyone. The crew is on shore leave, and Cecil and some of the crew spent the evening partying and drinking. This is all well and good, but things got a little out of hand, and now the Captain and some of the crew have woken up in an alley with pounding hangovers and clouded memories. Last night was clearly pretty crazy, but the details remain hazy. Together, the crew will work to remember or figure out exactly what happened last night, and maybe how much trouble they got into. Writing in this thread will be a bit tricky, since it's a frame story featuring a group of characters in one moment remembering what happened in a previous instance. However, I believe that we're up to the challenge. Look for more details when I make the first post! So, tl;dr: Event seven coming. Open to everyone, as are all events from now on. Will run for as long as it takes to finish the thread. All previous main event threads are now open to finish between the members who were originally part of them, time restrictions waived Several crew members have been dropped for inactivity and we now have Enforcer, Gunner, and Engineer positions available! We are now introducing Talia Arkinson as the first mate. She's an NPC available generally to the crew for use in Aria-related threads. Look above for more info We are now trying to turn the Aria into a site official club, so let's get some canon threads out there! We need 60 posts and should be about halfway there Event seven details coming soon. Will take place in Cutpurse Cove after the crew wakes up from a night of partying and merry-making that's left everyone more than a little fuzzy and hungover. That's all for now folks. Thank you so much for reading this, I know it's long but take the breadth as an expression of my excitement and dedication to our project. I'm looking forward to working with you all in the future, and hope to get everyone involved together in threads from here on out. P.S. @Hidden_Hood if you're still around, I would recommend following this thread to make sure you stay updated about what's going on. I think I made sure everyone else is following as well, but if you're not, I would highly suggest that you do so.
  4. 3 points

    The Silk Road

    Excitement found itself pulsating through his body the moment he laid his sight upon her. The shards of primary colors that made up his iris slid in an out of his pupil seemingly randomly, her fluid frame bathed in an array of auras, and oh what an aura it was. Beauty like this was to be experienced, not just looked upon, and doing so ceased any effort for suppression. His mouth parted slightly, while his tongue slid across their surface. " ♫Oooh,♫ Kiyoko, the one that got away. " His voice emerging from a shadow cast by a nearby structure 20 yards ahead of her while simultaneously stepping out into the light. Foregoing his usual attire, his body was hidden underneath a large black coat. Thick ebon strands laid about his head in an unruly state, lips stretched out into a familiar smile. His aura could have been construed as ominous, but his physical demeanor revealed no such thing. His approach was calm, yet confident. Unstable, but confined. His presence was a conflict to the senses, yet charming to those that heeded his beckoning. He'd stop 15 yards from her, arms behind his back with his left hand clasped around his right wrist. " I've been looking for you for quite some time now, yes I have. " His voice carrying an eccentric eloquence, an apparent trademark of his. She was indeed perfection, like the other one, and this moment washed over him in equally spaced out waves of euphoria. His search was over, and his prize was mere yards away from him. His thoughts darted left and right. His mind cataloging her most specific details, taking her in as much as he could. Vibrations meant different things to different people, and although he held no opinion on the matter, there he stood excitedly searching for her frequency.
  5. 2 points
    thot patrol cziri

    hello there!!

    hi guys!! i'm a pastry chef that also loves to write to express my creativity!! nice to meet you guys!! cziri!!!!!!!!
  6. 2 points

    Happy Birthday to me.

    Happy Birthday to me.
  7. 2 points
    Ok, so, I got a really rough sketch-in for my character and got her enrolled in the Academy, but I've run out of time tonight! Nooooo! I will have a post up tomorrow, I promise!
  8. 2 points


    All along, man's greatest weapon has always been the source of creation. There was no need for all this arcane and machinery. We try our hardest to outsmart mother nature. But in the end, Gaia always triumphs. - Crow Basics Name: Drake Uldaran Sobriquet: Crow Age: 34 Alignment: Neutral Benign Gender: Male Race: Human Relationships Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual Relationship Status: Single Known Family Chris Uldaran | Father | Deceased India Shadowsong | Mother | Deceased Richard Uldaran | Brother | Deceased Appearance Height: 176cm Weight: 75kg Hair: Brown Eyes: Hazel There is no one thing that stands out about Crow. One could skim across his figure, notice the calluses on his fists, the roughness of his skin, the scar below his right eye, and remember none of it. There's so much to him, that there's nothing to him. His cheekbones are high and the structure of his face is sharp. Coupled with his muscular and toned body, he is quite the epitome of the human specimen. His eyes are sharp and angular, allowing him to perform a cold and unnerving "death stare". Personality One would struggle to get this man to open himself up. But for those few that have tried and the fewer that have succeeded, they would immediately have noticed his cynical behavior towards all that try to get close to him. He is an overly cautious man with a strong distaste for impracticality. He has a history of being dishonest when his dishonesty is justified, as well as a tendency to be insincere. However, he has a strong sense of righteousness and justice, although he never really involves others in his plans. Sometimes, his overconfidence gets the better of him, and he readily assumes that he’s correct most of the time. He has a tendency to regard his opinion as the morally superior one, due to his past of upholding justice at any cost. Equipment Cloak "Dissipati Peribunt" The cloak of vanishing is a fabric made from ultrafine L.R.I, allowing it to be almost completely transparent, apart from the swishing of the cloak that sometimes changes the refractive index of the objects behind it. When Crow covers his entire body with the cloak and stands completely still, he will become transparent along with the cloak, allowing him to blend in with his surroundings. However, the slightest movement given off will cause a ripple in the cloak. The refractive index change caused by the ripple is easily detectable by a sharp eye. Spear "Mortem" Mortem translates into death, which is often misinterpreted as bringing death to the enemy. Rather, it brings death to energy, whether it be magical, kinetic, or sound. Mortem's sharp purple tip is made from Auryl crystals. Upon wounding a magic user, the spear begins to sap the magical energy from the caster, converting it to heat energy which causes the spearhead to be able to inflict severe burns. The tip is mounted on a 6ft mokume-gane shaft, which is able to withstand high amounts of heat energy that comes from the tip, as well as being resilient against impact. Nth Claymore The Nth Claymore is forged from Nth, which can be inferred from the title. This causes the 4ft weapon to be very light and easy to swing, although that does compromise some of the crushing damage that can be caused by its momentum. Abilities Minor Regeneration Factor Given sufficient periods of recuperation, Crow is able to regrow entire lost limbs and recover from what should be a fatal injury. This is provided that he his primary organ (his heart) is still up and pumping. Even if he is to lose most of his body including his head, he is able to grow it back provided that his heart is still intact. However, without his heart, he cannot regenerate. Avian Telepathy His God-given gift and the source of his Sobriquet, Crow has an additional sensory organ that allows him to share the same communication channels that birds use to communicate. The one drawback to this is that most birds lack the intelligence to reply effectively, whilst most of the more intelligent birds like eagles and hawks are too defiant to cooperate. He has found that the most responsive birds are the crows, as they are intelligent and numerous enough to perform complicated tasks in exchange for the promise of food and water. Techniques Mortem "Iron Stance" Crow stabs the tip of his spear into the ground, gripping it tightly. This stance allows him to keep his footing through a torrent of non-physical knockback attacks. Summoning Whistle Crow calls forth one of his animal companions. Crow Avatar Crow calls upon a fraction of his flock, which begins to circle around him. The swirling creates an upward motion, sufficient to lift Crow off the ground. Once in the air, the flock continues to spiral around him, forming the avatar of a giant black bird. In this form, Crow is able to project beams of purple energy from the mouth of his avatar, using the tip of his spear to generate the mana to do so. The avatar is also extremely strong, able to tear buildings apart just by crashing into them. The crows appear to absorb shock much better when packed together closely. However, they are still animals and will fall victim to that of which a normal crow would. Animal Companions Horse "Red Rabbit" Red Rabbit is an Arazura racehorse that was freed from an illegal horse race betting den in Genesaris. It is 7 feet tall and weighs 2400 lbs. Its skin is reddish brown, hence where it gets half of its name. The name "rabbit" was given to it because if its incredible jump height of 3 meters, as well as its ability to leap across 10 meter wide rivers without touching the water. It has the stamina to run at a consistent pace of 80km/h for 3 days without stopping for food, water or rest. The Flock The Flock is a legion of crows, population currently almost 3000. Crow travels around with at most 300 of them at a time. They are able to perform many types of tasks, such as message delivery, giving of signals, and ravaging enemies.
  9. 2 points
    @Metty Blind, sightless wide eyes remain fixed in the general direction of 'forward' while their wielder uses his other senses, both physical and otherworldly, to scan the room before him. The person in question wears a lightweave kimono with red-and-white african prints, underneath which is a black round-neck shirt and white trousers. The wearer of these rather strange clothes is a rather effeminate young male, his snow white hair in a short bobcut, fangs peeking out of his currently-smiling lips. He normally wouldn't smile so widely, even with the festive period, but his long-lost half-sister next to him feeling excited to be here and even more excited to be surrounded by snow brings the rather uncharacteristically big smile to his lips. Shortly after their reunion, Arashi had invited him to this event, Adaba knows how far away from Terrenus, and wanting every chance to spend more time with her, he'd agreed. That was scarcely the only reason, though. Chioto Oum, the main ambassador of Ash'eh, had decided to stay behind and help Ash'eh with their own Harmattan Festival, with a promise to be there were he able and a plea to Renji to go in his stead. The corporate scout-for-hire was only too happy to accept. And speaking of the snow! The black young bloodkin is glad he's here to 'see' the snow, a phenomenon of nature scarcely seen in his home city's tropical weather, though his excitement is more subdued than his sister's, merely bending down to pick up a bit and feel the frosted flakes run between his fingers. "Fascinating, indeed." Every bit as fascinating as the myriad of races and species present in this party. The older of the two turns to his younger sister. "Arashi. I will be people-watching until de Queen arrives. Have fun, dear sister." Despite himself, though, he can't help but stand in place for a bit, smiling at the sight of his sister thoroughly enjoying the snow. The blind electrokinetic 20-year old finally turns away, making his way through the crowd like someone who wasn't born blind, his head facing one general direction while his other senses did the work of 'seeing' for him, granting him 360-degree vision within range. His request for some hot tea quickly obliged, Renji makes his way towards one of the festively-decorated columns, hoping to quietly watch the proceedings. @Deus Ex Aizen To be entirely accurate, Renji has another reason for choosing the particular column he chose to lean against while people-watching: he'd sensed a lady nearby, one whose tiredness and weariness was very clear to him. He of all people knows what it's like to feel so tired, in his own case due in no small part to his years-long battle with his inner evil self, a persona which had just recently been extinguished. Her weariness and need for rest, one he can relate with, is the reason why he's decided to go share her column, leaning on one of the adjacent sides, mug in hand. With his blindsight, he scarcely needs to face the hall to see, after all. "You stand like one with de weight of de world on her shoulders." He begins, by way of conversation. "Almost like you recently escaped death. I know de feeling." After taking a sip of tea, he offers her his hand. "They call me Renji, I am from Ash'eh, Terrenus. You?"
  10. 2 points

    Winter Wonderland

    I’ve returned. Posts pending.
  11. 2 points
    “I suppose Uncle thinks this should be a good chance at gaining some experience.” He said quietly, opal eyes scanned the paper in his hand. It dictated his orders to join the group seeking to hunt the Wyrm, and to protect Southern assets. This made sure that none of them were spies, and not to allow the creature to leave the region alive so as not to be used as a weapon. Pretty simple, thorough even, with other suggestions penned in. The rest was left to his discretion. A lot of trust, rare given the usually direct and heavy handed nature of Neronius. Either way someone representing the Cold South needed to take part, if only for political reasons. Normally a Legion would have been sent out, split into multiple hunting parties, and then flush the beast out into the open. Sadly that option was not on the table. The rise of beast attacks had been steady, and with the borders needing to be watched, there was little resources that could be spared. Regardless the threat could not be ignored. Using his authority in TESA, Nero had chosen his nephew to take on the multifaceted task. The name Melisende carried weight, and allowing Renovatio to also take part in it kept the military relationship fresh. It also helped that he was adamant in being chosen. Eager to prove himself a capable Bravada, and killing a Wyrm would be a nice achievement and stepping stone to Galaxy class. Something caught his notice, a distinct scent on the cold crisp air. The scent of burning wood, of smoke. A fire? His attention turned to the direction he was headed, where the call for would-be hunters to gather originated. Not good. The smell was much too strong to be chimney smoke, and there was the distinct tinge of burning flesh just beneath the surface. Not good at all. He ignited the letter, red-gold flames devouring the paper hungrily, and released it to fall. He grabbed the large, obviously two-handed blade that stood sheathed, leaning against the tree beside him. Whatever was going on, he was beginning to get the feeling that it might be related to the Wyrm. His gut instinct was usually right. Asher set off at a jog, his Renovatian magitek armor allowing him to plow through the snow with relative ease. He could see the smoke now, the orange glow of fire, the sputtering flash of embers as the flared and died during their ascension. It was no normal fire, the heat was too intense, felt even from this distance. It wasn't long before his suspicion was confirmed. IceStone tavern was aflame, the roof gone and the walls toppled inward, as if crushed. No fire caused that. He rushed forward after slamming the sheathed blade into the ground, the sounds of shouting and screams signaling that there were some survivors. At least some could be saved, though he had no doubt that many had already died in the initial attack. Immediately he made his way to what had been the entrance, barred now by the debris of a collapsed roof. Gauntleted hands heaved and pushed it out of the way, using his own natural strength, supplemented by his armor he made as short work of it as he could. “Hey! If anyone is still alive try to get to the door quickly, I can clear a path.” But for how long? Asher guessed he would soon find out. He seeded his senses into the flames, felt their deep hatred and need to consume. Its resistance. Whatever had created this fire was strong, and full of rage. At last he subjugated enough of the flames to split a path leading from the center of the tavern. “Hurry!” He shouted against the heat and roaring fire.
  12. 2 points

    Hai hai I'm a new guy

    Thanks, I'm every much enjoying the RP opportunities that I'm getting. @Prestississimo
  13. 2 points


    @Prestississimo, he already has! Literally after being on the site for only two hours, this guy's great!
  14. 2 points

    Hai hai I'm a new guy

    Hey there JaviD'Arcana, sorry for the lateness of this greeting, but welcome to the site! It looks like you've already jumped into things, and supernal's already lent a helping hand, so I can't offer much more than greetings, but I hope you'll accept them all the same. I hope you enjoy your time here on Valucre, and I look forward to seeing what you add to this amazing world we all share!
  15. 2 points
    Mickey Flash

    OOC Queen's Party

    No matter that I felt like writing. Been super busy, and watched as kids' desktops were set up. They got them for Christmas. Is it crazy that I have three desktop computers, and three laptops in my small two bedroom apartment atm? I'll try again tomorrow.
  16. 2 points
    All right! Time to dust off the old fingers and actually get around to being a productive member! (Having failed to do so for who knows how long, endless apologies.) Looking forward to making this a fully-fledged official club!
  17. 2 points

    Oh, hi. I missed you all.

    Oh, hi. I missed you all.
  18. 2 points
    Summary post for purposes of canonization (No necro I swear!) Long Summary: The Aria and her crew spend a tumultuous afternoon evading capture by Terran authorities after a failed raid on a shipping convoy. To escape the persistent military vessels, the captain, Cecil Duer orders the pilot, Duke, to fly the Aria into a growing storm-front. With the help of their lookout, Claire Revauld, the pilot brought them safely through the stormy skies into the eye of the storm. However, once there, the crew find that they are not alone. A great leviathan is prowling the eye of the storm, a massive serpent that owns the sky. The magnificent creature ignores them, at first, but the crew comes up with a daring plan. Using Claire's magic, they draw the serpent's attention, and then Duke pilots the ship out of the storm, right into the pursuing Terran military. The serpent engages the Terran ships, and the Aria uses the confusion to slip away, ready to loot and plunder another day. Short Summary: Pirate ship evades capture by Terran military by flying into a storm and awakening the ire of a magical beast inside the maelstrom. This leviathan pursued the pirate vessel out of the storm, and the villains used the creature to distract the vessels pursuing them, fleeing in a manner most cowardly while the brave Terran military engaged the massive creature in pitched battle. Notable Consequences: Unknown to the Aria's crew, the leviathan escaped the battle with the military, wounded, but still very much alive. In fact, this encounter has enraged the beast, and it has taken to preying on any airships and sea vessels that it finds in it's territory over the Southern Sea. The military is attempting to hunt it down, but it remains difficult to engage unless it thinks it can win the resultant conflict. As a result, traveling by sea or air in the Southern Sea is a risky proposition right now. Between heightened military presence and the omnipresent threat of the leviathan, traffic both official and unofficial is extremely dangerous. These perils have affected Casper harshly, making goods harder to acquire in the city as merchants remain apprehensive about using sea and air routes to make deliveries to the coastal port. Additionally, the Terran military has expressed interest in information pertaining to the Pirate Vessel known as the Aria. Anyone with details is encouraged to come forward. Opportunities: First and foremost, the leviathan has to go. It's terrorizing shipping and making in incredible nuisance of itself. This is no vermin, however. The leviathan is huge in size, five to six times longer than the average airship and almost as wide. It is known to posses a powerful freezing breath, and is thought to be able to generate sizable storms. Dealing with the beast would almost certainly be a Class A difficulty quest, not to be undertaken lightly. Additionally, goods in Casper are growing more expensive as time wears on, and while this is hard on the inhabitants, it does present an opportunity to any enterprising merchants looking to make a quick buck, or any traders willing to brave the dangers of the waters around the city to make a delivery.
  19. 2 points
    I forgot to mention this since people keep dealing with it in bad ways months later. So if you have a bunch of Photobucket hotlinked images, you probably are aware of their $399 extortion techniques at this point. I highly recommend not using free image hosts in general, it's just not a smart move if you want to preserve an image online. And if you're going to, more modern services like imgur are wiser to go with but still, don't use free image hosts. But, obviously a lot of old roleplay threads (and off-site lore content) will have these dead images on Photobucket. They make me sick. https://addons.mozilla.org/en-US/firefox/addon/photobucket-fixer/?src=api https://chrome.google.com/webstore/detail/photobucket-hotlink-fix/kegnjbncdcliihbemealioapbifiaedg/ https://addons.opera.com/en/extensions/details/photobucket-hotlink-fix/?display=en Firefox, Chrome, and Opera respectively. All of the above work as now and are legal with their ToS for now anyway. I was reminded of this when I watered a potato today. You're welcome I guess.
  20. 1 point
    Continued from Double Trouble Unfortunately Aremis had gotten little rest the night before. He attempted to sleep, but failed miserably as he tossed and turned over and over. All he could think about was the command that his father had given him the previous evening while in the court yard . In reality he would have accepted some type of punishment for the lack of protection he provided his sister in the time of need. Then he had the thought, what if this was his punishment? The Dragon King was sending his own son away until he was ready to challenge him. His stomach churned at the very thought, how could he fight his own father? It had taken ages for the Dragon King to gain all of his strength that he had now, there was no way that he could defeat him. He might as well say good bye to the Kingdom of Vdara while he was at it. With a sigh he sat at the edge of his bed, lacing up his boots and wrist guards. He was slowly getting ready for this venture and there was no backing out now. Two NightReavers were posted outside of his door waiting to guide him to the gate where he would meet his other companions on this trip to the spire. Raxiz, that was the name of the one he was supposed to challenge. And was he supposed to defeat this Raxiz? Kill him? Make him submit, in order to get his gift? Was this gift worth his life? He took a deep breath. Apparently his wit and smart mouth was not going to get him out of this, perhaps if he kept it shut in the first place and didn’t listen to his sister, then maybe he wouldn’t be in this at all. Slowly standing, he checked the rest of his armor. Looking towards the door, his mother had left him a sword and bow and arrow to take along the journey. He had already eaten the breakfast provided as well. It was time for the young Prince to grow up, and this was the first stepping stone to becoming who he was truly born to be.
  21. 1 point
    Pasion Pasiva

    -=Walking in a Winter Wonderland=-

    Vivian Alazar’s laughter broke the spell of her sour mood. Whatever this ridiculous circus ended up being or becoming, so long as she was there with him -- what did it matter? There were always moments when she was utterly overwhelmed by the realization that somehow they had beaten unimaginable odds and found a way to be happy together. In a world filled with so much turmoil, tragedy, and drama something as simple as a happy ending seemed like a total impossibility. She had only to look at her creator to know how blessed she was, and in short she still felt a heavy debt was owed to Gabriela for everything that had happened. Three centuries ago when she was no one and nothing she couldn’t have dreamed of happiness, but here she was -- hand in hand with a creature she would have never met if not for the Black Queen of Orisia. That woman deserved her happy ending, Vivian thought though the slight frown upon her face did little to express the deeply empathetic feelings she was suffering through. “But my love, some of us would love to see that part of you.” “I’d love to see your reaction to another man enjoying the visage of my bottom,” Vivian replied with a teasing smirk that stretched her thin lips into a sensual expression. They had been married for a little over a year now, but she still had the same appetites for him as always and the sight of his muscled legs bulging against his tailored trousers as he bent to gather the snow she had asked for made a certain hunger stirr in her soul. He was dressed in a perfectly fitted suit, and was the perfect embodiment of elegance and counterbalance to her more crude sexual appearance. “Although I might do just about anything to make you break a sweat, darling.” Her smirk melted into a grin as she kicked a little snow in his direction. “You don’t plan to throw this at our dear Queen, do you?” He kissed her cheek and she took the opportunity to steal the snowball. “Am I that transparent? Have I become so predictable…” she turned away from him and glanced toward the throne. “Of course I plan on hitting her with it. All the shit she’s put us through this past year alone surely justifies my desire to ruffle her feathers. No?”
  22. 1 point
    Soldat Tenaille


    Hello Val, I'm Berkant, a casual lurker turned member! I've been lurking and reading on and off for a few weeks, and have decided to finally take the plunge and take part after getting some much needed free time. I've been roleplaying for the better part of ten years but took a break about three years ago and am finally looking to get back into it. Not much else to say, looking forward to exploring Valucre for all it has with everyone!
  23. 1 point

    Gathering Materials [1/3]

    When they entered the mechanical space, all things seemed to make sense for the most part. Yet her eyes shifted to the metallic clank of a gun on the reactors metal. Ludovico was no human being this she was completely sure of. Yet that did not eliminate the factor that she was and what ever he was thinking made her curious. Yet the man Eleazar had a practical means to getting things done and in doing so, they were to be spared to live another day along with the bodies above. She had to admit that she was awfully curious about what Eleazar had thought of doing with the weapon in hand the massive reactor. A fickle grin crossed her lips before they stood upon the lift and the button was pressed. Noi only nodded as she allowed herself to relax as the entered a moderate world of darkness. Shifting like a cyclone the whole platform rounded the funnel of a center that was within the tower. Her eyes adjusted to the darkness as her scaled tail flicked back and forth with nervousness and anticipation. Eleazar's findings were noted as she remained still and relaxed looking down at their destination below. "I dare say... I wonder what it would be like to free fall this place. Could you reach terminal velocity..?" The question pushed her instincts to step off and just jump and see what happened yet the moment was short lived for the platform stopped soon enough due to construction. Walking over to the access terminal, tapping several of the buttons on the screen her eyes lowered and seemed to dim as she bypassed the blocking point allowing the elevator to continue. If there were eyes on the terminal then they would continue to look like custodians, she did not put in an elevator code to say one was off line. Even your cleaning crew wanted to admire the interior construction at hand. So thus she would give such an impression to the Director when he awoke to check all the access logs. Rubbing her chin lightly Noi turned to watch as their progress resumed zipping around the construction to avoid any beams and pillars. Of course construction was going on this place was always on the up and up for security and production. Their destination was close at hand, turning around to face the walls behind them doors soon became apparent they entered the lab rooms. "We may have to scout each room.. Or floor rather because I am not sure which room is what. If I access the eyes to pry it will wake the Director.. Snipets are sure to be auto adjusted and falsified if taken.." Looking over at Eleazar Noi gave him a side long glance before stopping them at the top section of the floors. "Do we go further down or would you like to start here?"
  24. 1 point

    For Joyeuse.

    "... and that's everything?" "Well, that's all he told me. You know what kind of guy he is, I'm sure you can take a stab in the dark at what he's going to end up doing." "And you're not going with him? Don't you have some ancestral obligation to fulfill here, or you've put all that behind you now?" "There's no money in it. I'm not a good man, definitely not a sacrosanct like you, just not... a good man. What would even be the point? To come home to the hatred of the people?" "Sometimes, Kalen, that's all there is... or ever was, for that matter. You plan on giving him the sword then?" "He'll have the three afterwards." "Then why not accompany them, keep an eye on him for me? Call it a favor." "You're fishing out favors from mortals now? Sorry, but that life died with my parents, I'll show him the sword but that's it." "There is always a way back, you know. You just have to be strong enough to take it." "... and when will you find your way and your strength, Alexander?" __________ Hands clasped behind the back fo his head, Christian put his back to grass and watched the universe have its way with the vastness of space. He wasn't one for sleep, but bared it no grudges, his unchecked mind wandered to places too dark for this world when the embrace of slumber came to him. A handful of nights spent at rest in his time being, always the same dream and also the same nightmare. When he finally stood, there was a man already at his back. "You're not supposed to be here. This cemetery is the final resting place of only the three royal families in Elrux." Christian turned with a distant look in his eye, a face full of longing. He dusted the regions of himself one would expect, "I'm sorry.", foot falls saw him pass the caretaker before he paused, "I appreciate how you've kept this place and that headstone... and so does my mother.", without another word he began walking again until distance engulfed him entirely.
  25. 1 point

    Code Help

    We do not use BBCode any more. IPS, the forum software that Valucre runs on, switched to CKEditor to provide a "what you see is what you get"/WYSIWYG editor. You can read more about it here: https://invisioncommunity.com/features/editing I'm not sure if they have more detailed documentation on how to use the editor or if you'd have to go to CKEditor's page to find out more detail but that's about the sum of my knowledge. Oh and that as a WYSIWYG editor that it'll preserve colors and font families from other editors, such as Google Docs or Word.