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  1. 7 points
    Pasion Pasiva

    Maze Undue [Anima Imperium]

    The sense of dread was palpable -- the air was so thick with it. Like a dense fog, she breathed in deeply and tasted it in the back of her throat. Dread, like heavy syrup, it felt like it was coating her throat, down to her lungs, where it was breathed in and where it pushed through paper-thin membranes and infected her blood. The sort of dread that sits heavy in the belly, so heavy it will sink you right to the bottom of a bottomless pit. She was halfway down and still she felt that urge to kick and stroke and try to swim up and break the surface. Air -- she needed air. Another strong contraction caught her off guard. She had been counting the seconds between them, but had lost her place when she felt him or rather, the abomination he was bringing upon these poor wretched people and this poor wretched land. Labor had started since last night, or at least that’s what she imagined it was. The pain had been bad, but had grown steadily worse throughout the day and as night fell and she sat up from her bed, a bed upon which she could find no comfortable position, she felt the unmistakable pressure in her hips. But there was only that -- pressure, pain, pressure, pain, on a continuous loop that she prayed would carry on for a little while longer. So long as there was no water. So long as there was no blood. Slowly she came to from the pain of her stretched out womb compressing in on itself, practicing for those terrible and wonderful moments that would see her child brought into the world. They had gotten to the point where she couldn’t think through them. Everything had to stop. She had to concentrate on the pain and the pressure. But as the contraction receded, like a high tide being drawn back into the depths of the sea, she was once again herself. Her fingers were somewhat aching from having clutched at the edge of her metal bed frame. She didn’t notice the little indentations she left behind, or the way her glass-like nails had chipped from how viciously she had dug them into the metal. No, there was no time to wonder at these things when she was only herself for a few minutes before another sweeping wave of pain came along and struck her deaf and dumb once more. She was up on her feet and near the door in a matter of seconds. Even heavily pregnant, and in active labor, she wasn’t anything that could be considered slow. She stood before the door, her bare feet curling and uncurling nervously against the cold floor as her trembling fingers began to trace the outline to her only way out. While Marigold had made no promises, in his heartbreak and mourning, she could have sworn that she saw glimpses of something akin to sympathy and compassion. He felt for her. He felt deeply about this entire situation. Broken man that he was, his heart remained intact just enough to advice his brilliant mind that this was all wrong. But would he act on it? Or rather, more importantly, could he? Her head tilted back, and her wide eyes looked to the ceiling, and then to the walls -- left and right -- she was a caged animal. She felt like a bleeding beast, bound to a stake in the middle of the forest and left to be devoured by the wolves. And they were coming, the wolves. She felt their presence, near and far, and it caused every one of her muscles and joints to stiffen so much that it caused her physical pain. She walked rigidly from the tension, she felt her hands turn to fists which she could not uncurl even though her palms were already weeping blood from the bite of her jagged nails. She had prepared for Roen, and she had prepared for Raphael -- hell, she had even prepared for the absolute worst case scenario, in which she was auctioned off not to those who at least pretended to love her, but to those who very openly despised her. She thought of falling into Ryzerus’ hands, who would surely wait for her baby to be born only to strangle it with it’s own umbilical cord and for no other reason than to watch the horror it would cause her. She even thought of the possibility of Rou getting wind of this. The woman despised her so… Another contraction pulled her away from her imagination. Pale lips parted, and formed a perfect O as she clutched her left side and fought the twisting agony of muscles, already stretched thin, being strummed by the urge to push. But it wasn’t time to push. Her water hadn’t even broken, and the contractions were still too far apart, and she couldn’t possibly give birth here -- alone. Fear mixed with her pain, and it caused such a frenzy to throb through her heart that her poor child felt the effects of it. He kicked and pushed, he struggled to regulate his own heartbeat when his mother’s blood pressure was beginning to rise. “Calm down, calm down…” she said to herself, and to the babe. “Calm down…” she breathed through a hair’s width opening along her trembling lips. “Calm down…” she prayed to a God that had never and would never exist in this world. Still, it did help -- she did calm down somewhat. Exhausted from the ordeal, she glanced at the door once more as the pain and pressure receded. Because the possibility of escape was greatly diminishing, she had to think about something else. Roen was here, and she wasn’t certain what to feel about that initially. Perhaps, she had felt a touch of relief -- maybe some semblance of solace. This was his child. Surely he was here to help, or at the very least, get her away from these people. Getting away from him was something she could worry about later. But then Raphael appeared -- oh yes -- his unabashed rage struck her as heavily as any strike from his own hand ever had. Something about him, something she felt through that unbreakable tethering, made her realize that the man was broken somehow. It was as if reason and logic were gone from him and all that was left was a storm of all that was violence and anger. It frightened her. What would an unmovable object do when met with an unstoppable force? Catastrophe. “I don’t want to be here,” she said aloud, a pathetic confession to the solid metal walls that enclosed her. There was no one to hear -- no one to feel a smidget of regret for what was about to happen. She was the one who would lose her life, she and her baby. Either man would rather see her dead than with someone else, of this she was certain. And suddenly, when death had once upon a time seemed like an acceptable option, she felt utter terror at the thought now. She wanted to live. She wanted to live and have her baby and see it grow. She had to make a deal. She had to make the deal, before anyone else did. She had to ask them to defend her, to protect her, to turn from kidnappers to knights. “Agony!” she yelled, “Agony -- I want to make a deal!” Is it too late? Heavily she leaned against the a wall, her eyes still fixed on the door. Her small hands gripped her stomach. It hurt so much. She couldn’t think through the pain, but she had to try -- “Agony!” her teeth were chattering as if she were cold, as if she were freezing.
  2. 7 points
    EpicRome23

    MWSfaHSwfPiHM

    Elson played his part in maintaining the unspoken illusion well, and his demeanor while Elilah spoke held no trace of familiarity with her, or indeed with the others he knew. All of them, that is, except for Sergeant Campos, who he had insisted on bringing along for, if nothing else, his skill as a marksman, at a caliber comparable to that of Cazarosta, at the least. He would make no secret of their association, although he dabbled in secret with the other hand. But sometimes, duplicity was a requirement, and Elson knew that full well. His gray eyes scanned over the assembled group for a moment, and he nodded ever so slightly. He didn't know what to make of the two strangers quite yet, of course, but all in all, he doubted he could ask for a better group to be undertaking this mission with. Anything daring to stand in their way, dragon or undead alike, would likely not live long to regret it. Well... "live" in the relative sense, at least in the latter regard. If anything, that was one of the most annoying aspects of undead, having to clarify such terms whenever one spoke of them. The nerve. As the others volunteered to go after either the airships or the dragons, he kept count of them in his head, waiting to decide until he knew the numbers for each. One for airships, though as a distraction and not going directly after them. One for... no words, but if his hand motions were any indication, one for dragons. Another for airships, though Elson could have predicted that one. Then, another for dragons. Not too much surprise there, again. Finally, there was another for airships. A fraction of time for calculation: 3 for airships, 2 for dragons. Counting Elilah, both groups were evenly distributed. He turned toward Campos, hand resting on his chin. Hunter had yet to make a decision, he could see, but with an odd number, the groups would end up unbalanced in any case. Not that that particularly mattered, of course, unless was one was perhaps a bit too obsessed or superstitious about such things. Elson, after a short time dedicated to pondering, strode forward two steps, his gaze turning toward Cazarosta as he gestured Campos forward. "Campos here, if nothing else, will do a damn good job of keeping you covered. It wouldn't be prudent to praise his marksmanship at the moment, I don't think, but I will simply state that it is excellent. As for myself, considering my skills... I believe I would be best suited for going after the airships." He moved into the fold, as it were, of the group heading toward the airships. As they had volunteered, those assembled had, at least seemingly, split into the groups they had declared themselves to be joining. So, while Elson went to the right, Campos went to the left. Whatever came next, they would be ready. That, at least, was guaranteed.
  3. 6 points
    Erotisch

    Looking for a Motivation

    Greetings! I am an old player here, who has been struggling to get back into the roleplaying world. I do live such an active life out side of Valucre that I sometimes don’t make it back everyday to see if it’s my turn to post. But I am slowly working back into that habit. I’m looking to start a new character here, but am having difficulty finding something I know how and enjoy playing. There has to be a sense of comfort when I play a character or I simply lose interest fast and move on, or in this case away. Things move so quickly here, keeping up is incredibly overwhelming once you fall behind. I would like to find someone who is not necessarily active every day, but involved. I’m basically looking for someone to help me get back into the game I enjoyed so much growing up. It’s going to take a bit of patience and understanding, but in the end – you would have another friend. I have one character here who is currently stuck in a limbo. She is my original OC I created over ten years ago, and has been the inspiring force I’d like to revive in the near future. My new inspiration doesn’t necessarily need to fit into her mold as an extension of her, but it is something I’m incredibly comfortable in doing as she’s pretty much an extension of who I am. If you’re up to a challenge, I would love to hear from you. A little bit about me, before you assume you can handle My name is Kayla. I’m generally the sweetest person there is. (But who isn’t right? It’s the internet.. everyone is sweet in some way.) It’s not like a school girl kind of sweet, but a more, walk-all-over me kind of sweet. I don’t pressure people into posting for me. But I do come to the assumption that you’ve lost interest and therefore I lose it as well. To avoid such disasters, I appreciate communication. Going to be gone for a week and half? A month? Enjoy your time! If you don’t tell me, my anxiety will tell me I did something wrong and therefore avoid you when you return. We could have the best, steamiest, most amazing roleplay going, but without communication I’ll get paranoid and think I’d done something wrong in that roleplay that simply turned you off of it. Won’t matter. My following posts will be half-hearted and not fair to you. When I say I’m incredibly busy, I do sincerely mean it. I am a paralegal for one of the most active law firms on the west coast (hint at time zone here). I some times get out of work at 5, but I don’t get to come home after that. I have sports, child, dog, shopping, dinner prep, every-other chore known to man, then I can sit down for a league game or a post. These priorities are number one. I’m telling you this now, so if there is a day I don’t log onto Valucre, you know why. On top of all of this, I’m also a future wife; someone who had promised to dedicate her free time to another soul. He does work late on the weekdays, so I have a little bit of freedom then, but we share the weekends off together. This time is usually carved out for family activities and home improvement. Should this be an issue and we’re going to be gone all-weekend, I will let you know beforehand, otherwise I’ll be able to get a post or two on the weekends. We tend to plan trips out of the city at the beginning of the week. You will be kept in the loop in some way or another. For now, to be perfectly honest, I’d like to roleplay in PM’s until I hash out what kind of character I want to play. There are a few things I can and cannot do though. So I feel these are important for you to know. One. I cannot fight. I know it’s a big thing for women to fight and the strong-female character yada, yada. I just cannot grasp the articulation of roleplay involving fighting. I have sat for HOURS reading fights and I just can’t get the picture in my head enough to help me form the words. So, I tend to avoid characters who have that ability. Two. I will only play females. I’ve tried playing a male once, and it turned into more of a confused male which made it uncomfortable for me. I just didn’t enjoy it as much as I thought I would. Three. Paragraphs. As you can tell, I like details and winded explanations. I will never go into so much detail as to type out every time my character blinks or breaths (Unless it’s an intense situation), but the more the detail, the more I have to work with. When I write, I like to write books. Story’s for other to enjoy. I’d love to get back into that. Four. Adult themed – I am not opposed to adult-themed roleplay. The character I have here stuck in limbo has been a slave for 10 years, because I enjoyed it. I’m not opposed to playing that role again, but am willing to break from that norm to better fit a new exciting roleplay. Five. Robots – I know they were a big thing here a while ago (probably years ago now), but I just can’t do it. Emotionless machines is not enjoyable to me, unless it’s an NPC I probably won’t be involved. To begin, I’d like ideas. Simple base ideas of what kind of characters are popular right now. (Vampires, angels, demons, mermaids), whatever. Like I said, I’ve fallen behind and it’s growing impossible for me to catch back up. Even the site has changed and I can’t find where I usually lurk. Once I find an idea that connects with me, I can hash out a character relatively fast. Then will come the first introductory post. So, if you’re looking to try out a new idea for a character, want to introduce someone to the world of Valucre but want to test the waters first. I’m here to help – because it’ll help me get back into what I enjoy doing. And that is writing. Thanks for reading – Kayla
  4. 5 points
    Akako Akari

    Hanami - Flower Festival [OPEN]

    Flower Festival - OPEN This city was bustling already as the sun broke over the horizon. There was no need for decorations as the port seemed to be cascaded in flower petals from various blooms. The daiyokai’s presence could easily be felt anywhere within the city. Her yoki thrummed gently, coaxing flowers to blossom prettily in the morning light with celestial magic. Lanterns were hung through Caelum in anticipation of nightfall because the festival would not end until warmed sake was sipped and the sun fell behind the horizon again. The streets were alive with vendors with various goods to sell that ranged from fruit to weaponry. Outside Lady Akari’s estate, there were yokai vendors with specialized items. Kitsune had toys for children that could either play music, perform some magical trick, or be manipulated with their yoki or chi. In addition, moth yokai had demonic silk and thread for sale, and next to them was a spider yokai with kimonos woven from that same thread. It was sturdier than the human stuff and self-repairing. There was also a vendor with demonic armor; however, the person manning that cart was human. Within the estate, servants moved about setting tables outside while the kitchen was in overdrive. Desserts made to look like art were being prepared for the day and left the estate smelling sweet with an obvious floral aroma. There seemed to be a parade of demons and humans alike that came into the large estate to set up for various things ranging from tea ceremonies to traditional arts. Dancers, singers, and storytellers were all making their way into the demoness’s home ready to perform for thousands of curious citizens. Beverages: Desserts: - Hibiscus tea - Jasmine tea - Variety plate (Strawberry pudding, hibiscus-infused mousse, vanilla cupcake) - Green tea - Oolong tea - Blossom mochi - Rose tea - Éclair - Peach wine - Plum wine - Cherry blossom mousse - Blackberry wine - Moscato - Raindrop cake - Chardonnay - Matcha mushipan - Sake (warm or cold) - Yokai sake (warm or cold) Activities: - Sword Dancing - Drum Dancing - The Art of Storytelling - Floating lanterns: This is a city-wide event that will start an hour after sun-down where everyone writes down what they wish for on their lantern then lite the wick and let it float into the sky.
  5. 5 points
    -Malice-

    OoC I: The Abbadon Triumvirate

    I think regardless of canonisation or not, King just wanted to ensure that everyone's on the same page, as far as limitations are concerned. This is especially important if certain parties come to blows, so should be clarified now before anything needs to be ret-conned/descends into OOC argument, which might derail an otherwise promising storyline. Perhaps a way around potential issues arising is for anyone interested in engaging in combat to post a link to a character sheet etc - that way there can be no discrepancies if things begin to escalate. Since I'm old school mine can always be found on my profile anyway, but this kind of thing might be prudent, given how some players have never met before etc.
  6. 5 points
    King

    OoC I: The Abbadon Triumvirate

    In this post, Jaistlyn said the base is in east Terrenus, "Somewhere in the red." While Firepenguin can confirm for clarity's sake, everyone should be aware of the limitations moving forward and ensure their posts reflect the lore of the specific board we're writing in.
  7. 5 points
    Tyler

    Maze Undue [Anima Imperium]

    Perhaps it was out of arrogance born of always being in control that Rodan Allagi had not thought to court dread and uncertainty about the consequences of the queen's kidnapping. Perhaps it was out of ignorance of Genesaris politics that he had not considered the terror that the likes of Rafael could bring down upon those currently under Dr. Marigold's roof. Or perhaps it was out of negligence that he failed to consider that he bore a significant portion of the responsibility for Gabriela's acquisition, even though Agony was the mastermind of the plan. Whatever the case, the Mutator had slept well that night. Fear was something he had felt from time-to-time, but seldom did he afford to beings he thought to be made from flesh and blood. Rafael was a Vampyre like Gabriela, hence he could be altered just as she. Roen looked to be merely a man with the tail of a devil, and though Rodan was aware that looks were often deceiving, he still suspected that even the Crimson King would not be immune to his powers. As for Malice, the Mutator foolishly no longer even considered him a factor in this matter, seeing as Agony had battled him and survived. For all Rodan Allagi knew, Malice had become a meal for the blob after their tussle back in Orisia. Indeed, it was Agony that Rodan feared the most, for he was of a stock that the Mutator's powers could do nothing to affect. For that reason, he was always sure to appease the primordial creature, not desiring his ire in the least. It was his own disproportionate fear of Agony that perhaps put Rodan at ease over the others, for a self-centered man like him often failed to understand the world outside of how it related to him. And to him, Agony was the most fearsome monster present this day, if only because he was the one monster the Mutator knew for certain that he was defenseless against. In any case, Rodan Allagi seemed well-rested and in fine spirits when he joined the meeting called by Marigold. The interruption by the daemonhost was rather unexpected, as Rodan had been confident their escape from Orisia had been thorough and undetected. His first thought had been that perhaps it was a bizarre, native creature, but Marigold's surprise over its arrival forced that thought away. First the doctor left, then Agony and Lunara departed separately, leaving Rodan behind with only Immie to keep him company. Curious about the goings-on, but only now getting a strange sense of concern over the situation, the Mutator rose to his feet and traversed the room. The remnants of the bone cage remained in the place they had been left the day before, no longer being of necessity now that the Black Queen was under Marigold's guard. It was over these violated remains of two Orisian guards that Rodan stopped. Placing a hand upon the cage, he began to take pieces from it and mold them as he had molded so many things before. The shrieking outside was growing tiresome, but also somewhat concerning. It wasn't quite creature, but yet it wasn't quite man. Whatever it was that had followed them here, it had begun to subtly affect the Mutator, just enough that he felt the need to fashion himself a sword from the material of the cage. As he was unable to make a blade of metal, he instead made it from bone, the hardest and densest bone he could conjure from his vast mental library of biological knowledge. The hilt and crossguard likewise were made from bony interiors, though he forged wooden exteriors for the sake of style and comfort. His weapon crafted, the Mutator tested the balance and handling, adjusting it rapidly to suit his own preferences. That task complete, he paused to listen to the sounds echoing withing the cold metal walls of the structure. The shrieks of the demon-thing were now being answered by other cries, ones sounding as if of pained and tormented souls. Rodan was not bothered by these in and of themselves, for he relished the anguish and terror he often caused his victims, and as such the pain of others meant little to him. No, it was the sense that the oppressed things were answering the cry of the wailer... and whatever that meant could not be good. The Mutator turned and looked to Immie, the lone individual still in the room with him. There was something subtly different about her demeanor today, even if physically she looked the same. But at the moment it was not a great concern of his, for his thoughts now were very slowly worming their way toward taking precautions to ensure his own self-preservation. "Forgive me if I forget, Miss Immie." he spoke up, his eyes returning to the organically-crafted sword in his hand, "But were you trained to make use of weapons?" He slide the blade into its sheath, then rested a hand on the now partially deconstructed cage of bone. His eyes remained locked on the lovely young woman who was here primarily because of his actions, while he waited patiently for her to respond. But patience would wear thin the longer they waited, for though he could not be sure, the things howling outside did not sound of this earth, and Rodan's gravest concern was that they had not bodies to kill...
  8. 5 points
    Aleksei

    Fury of the Gods

    She hates anything that has wings and teeth; there's something terrible about anything that has sharp teeth, and pair that with violently flapping wings - ugh, she shudders. Now let's not get anything turned around here, she never said she was scared of things that fly and have pointy teeth, she thinks they are unnecessary additions to creatures that do a fair enough job being obnoxious without flying and biting. They are troublesome, offensive, and need to burn or just drop off the face of the world. However it happens, she'll be pleased with their removal. The sooner, the better, she thinks quietly to herself. Gnawing on the end of her gloved thumb, she stared at the scene of slithering bodies attacking the pitiful airship. They told her to take the best ship they had on hand, but she declined and instead chose something worth wasting. There is no reason to destroy a perfectly functional airship, especially when they don't have the resources to cushion the loss. At the time it was entirely justified, and she felt pretty good making the perfection decision all on her own. The ship lurched off to the side, daring to barrel roll, but beneath the tactical hands of their pilot, it did not. Instead, the small crew moved with the attacks, all the while remaining stiff-necked and calm. Wren admired their admiration and determination to stay calm on the outside because there is no damned way any of them were feeling that way on the inside. Her own heart had lurched into her throat; her nerves were drawn taught, and her thumb was feeling the worst of it. In the company of familiars (kinda) she wore her emotions plainly on her unadorned face. "Now is good a time as any!" Their Captain yelled over the commotion, a strain on his words as he tried to keep the ship under control. With a heavy sigh, she stopped chewing on her thumb and looked at the two that'd be accompanying to the hell hole beneath them. She's a partial stranger to one of them, only knowing them by association, and the other person she hired to tag along. If the city below them is anything like the sky above it, they're in for one wild ride. It didn't take them long to know where they were at; the instant the ship came into view, a hoard of drakes and wyverns attacked and haven't stopped. She had understood the description of the city well enough, but seeing it in action made her feel a little uneasy and anxious to get this whole thing done and over with. Their goal was to get a ship and then leave as soon as they can - easier said than done, that's for sure. Knowing it's a huge risk just having a group of three total, Wren wasn't keen on taking more than that. Too many cooks in the kitchen; she wasn't willing to overwhelm herself with so many people. Her choices for the mission weren't made blindly; she believed that with their combined skills they'd make it in and out - not without a few scratches of course. "Well! I guess it's time," she withdrew a small crystal from inside her uniform jacket, "gather 'round." Blue eyes glittered with budding determination. They had to get the ship; it will be their only way out of the city unless they plan on walking out of there. The thief was born and given a particular set of skills, and today she will be tested. Wren crushed the crystal, and they became enveloped in a cloud of dust - they were gone. Transported from inside a failing ship down to a hellish world full of things that shouldn't be able to fly, but do.
  9. 4 points
    I am personally aware that whatever goes on here (if it were to be canonized) is contingent on the original thread that FirePenguin and jaistlyn are working to wrap up so that the faction itself becomes official. There are so many moving parts here but I definitely want to make sure that FirePenguin benefits from this whole ordeal and that his willingness to cooperate with us and share his area does not come back to bite him in the end. Now, my personal desire is to definitely get this canonized as I feel the impact of this for the Triumvirate will be large internally and externally. I do not want to disturb the integrity of the relationships between characters outside of the org either (like the intricate relationship between Raf, Roen, and Gabriela) Storylines with characters from Terrenus and Genesaris of this magnitude are few and far between so I am hopeful we can achieve something great here while staying true to the characters we spent so much time developing.
  10. 4 points
    Roen

    Maze Undue [Anima Imperium]

    “A token of duress it sends. Forbearing prey to cry for aid, for what the storm may portend is madness, death and horror made.” Hiding a trembling hand behind his back and raising the other, the Outsider laid the broad of an index finger across the philtrum of his upper lip, conveying to Marigold a vast wealth of body language concerning the need for quiet. Then, in silence after rhyme, he gestured to an ear with the expectation that the doctor might listen, and waited. At first, there was only screamlight; the wailing of the daemonhost above followed by a sympathetic flash of light. Running the cumulative risk of offending both the good doctor and the amorphous entity that followed with what amounted to cheap theatricality, Roen counted on their collective patience, head canted to catch more than just errant raindrops and ravenous wind. Finally, there was an answer to the screamlight; a reply. There came a howl from the forest, and it was not entirely natural, nor tangible. It was the disembodied anguish of a specter, called to manifest. Thence followed another howl, deeper than the last, and then another two just as different. They were the Dead and Damned, called to service through the thinning of the veil that separated the profane from the immaterial, and it was growing thinner the longer the daemonhost set its unfathomable will to the task set upon it. It was not exponential, but it was inexorable, and as time dragged on, more lost souls added their anguish to the cacophony of the forest, drawn to the beacon in the sky that wailed its fury. Combing his hair back with an expression that showed neither satisfaction nor pride, the Outsider favored Dr. Marigold and the amorphous entity that followed him the complement of his full attention. Leveling the weight of his scrutiny on one and setting the latter aside for future discourse, the Outsider spoke. “No flattery intended, good doctor. The storm is not for you.” A deep tenor with a rich timbre, he raised his voice to be heard over the wailings of wind and monster. Dipping his chin and inclining his head in brief greeting, Roen paid all due respect. “The storm is my doing, but I’m afraid Helianstranos must take the credit for the, as you said, wailing. One must wonder how he accomplishes it without vocal chords.” The fiend smiled at this briefly, as if sharing some private joke, but like all good things, it did not last. The smile, that was. It slipped from his overly sensual mouth as easily as it had come, and again he looked graven and stern, his deep-set eyes narrowed and vaguely hostile. Like two chips of bloody ice, they moved up and down Marigold’s shape like the hands of an unwanted lover, impersonal and intimate, before settling on his face at last. “Your shadow has the right of it, Dr. Merigold. But if he talks to me again without introducing himself, rest assured, I will be very unhappy. Unhappier, mind.” A pause; a beat of consideration concerning introductions, then a rueful purse of lips. “That was rude of me, I haven’t even bothered to introduce myself. My name is Roen, Dr. Marigold.” Raising a hand, the Outsider waved it with flippant disregard for propriety and pleasantries. “I’m sorry, I’ve been preoccupied. They say a devil knows his business, but they never say just how much of it there is, especially in these trying times.” Spitting out rainwater that tasted vaguely of copper and was tinted a mild pink, the Outsider approached Marigold and extended a hand, briefly patting the man on the shoulder before giving it a squeeze and jostle. That violence was not visited between them boded well for the future, so the Outsider donned his favorite mask, that of the gentleman sage. Urbane and witty, he seemed for all intents and purposes a mildly eccentric man, which was exactly what he meant to portray. The con of civility typically served him well, and he hoped it would again. “As I was saying,” the fiend demurred as he walked passed Dr. Marigold, giving the man plenty of time and room to brush passed and lead the way, “I’ve misplaced something very dear to me, an item of incalculable worth.” A thing of immeasurable grandioseness with an equal degree of animation, the Outsider gestured with his free hand a vague measurement that came up to his chest. “It is yae high, you see. Has a swollen stomach, possibly pregnant, possibly too well-fed. You'd know better, being a doctor and all. Constantly looks, well, like this.” He prompted Dr. Marigold to look at him, contorting his face in an approximation of a distraught expression complete with furrowed brows, a scrunched nose and pouty lips, all deeply exaggerated, of course. He relaxed after a time, his natural expression none too different, grim in its own repose. “But prettier, of course. A great deal prettier. Now, I’m fairly certain this item in question is here, somewhere within these walls.” He gestured towards the Anima Imperium, walking towards it still. “I don’t need to tell you that this puts us in a bit of a jam, doctor. I am very peculiar about my property, you see. Why, poor Helianstranos is scratching at the veil, you can just about smell the entropy in the air, because of how put out I am. Soon little nasties will start showing up, and between you and me, I’d rather be anywhere but here when that happens.” He sucked his teeth and spat again, grunting. “If you ask me,” Roen dropped his voice into a conspiratory whisper, “he’s going a little overboard. Does this rain taste like blood to you? It tastes like blood to me. I think it would be best if you took me inside, now. I think it would be better if you took me straight to my property, yes? Yes.” Nodding slowly which somehow conveyed greater emphacy, the Outsider turned his head and glanced over his shoulder, momentarily distracted. Peering through rain that grew steadily bolder in gradations of red and the scent of metal, he frowned. A dozen voices had since added their chorus to the howls of the Dead and Damned within the forest, returning each wail of screamlight from above, loud and throaty and anguished, roused from their rest. Roen sighed. “A rising tide, far from here, coming quick, coming near. A sight to make all mortals shake; a storm, a living world-quake.”
  11. 4 points
    Grizzly

    Fury of the Gods

    Howard 'Bezaliel' Lasoto When the strange crystal dust dispersed and they stood firm on the ground of the hellish city; Howard couldn't help but let out a dissapointed sigh. Why he said yes to the woman when she proposed such an idiotic and suicidal idea, He did not know. Howard stood firmly with great posture; A ciggarette hung between his lips. Lit and smoldering with a flick of smoke drifting from it's blazing tip. Both his hands sat in the pockets of his black slacks; He wore the outfit of a priest in every detail. He even had the white color protector around his neck and the bronze cross necklace hung down to the middle of his chest. He had circular rimmed glasses and a less than pleased look on his face. The scarf hung around his neck waved lightly in the pungent wind and caught a small amount of the ash falling from his ciggarette. Howard looked up to the ship they had just disembarked from; seeing it beaten and battered by the wyverns and such hat had pestered them through the last few miles of airspace. He then looked down to the ground below him. The stone was cracked and scorched; covered in who knows what and the smell of burned flesh and death hung in the air around them. "Lovely; We leave a perfectly decentish airship only to step in what is quite possibly second to hell itself. All in the hopes of finding a more decent airship. Am i the only one who sees the unholy irony in this?" Howard let out a grunt and tapped a piece of burnt stone with his shined formal shoes to just a few feet away from where they stood. Pulling his left hand from his pocket; He grabbed the ciggarette from his mouth and let out a deep, murky, smoke filled breath. He spun around for a moment to examine their surroundings to see whather or not they were in any immediate danger. So far he didn't see any large fire breathing lizards or staggering undead corpses. All in all it wasn't the worst landing he'd ever seen. His only real worry at this point was the fact that their mode of transportation out of this nightmare was an airship that they hoped was still in good condition. Considering their surroundings; Howard doubted anything left here for as long as this ship supposedly has been would even be left standing. If anything it was kindling for the bellowing chest of a dragon looking for ash to warm it's bed. "So... Do you know where you're going or are we gonna play peek-a-boo with death until we accidentally stumble upon a flying machine?"
  12. 3 points
    supernal

    OoC I: The Abbadon Triumvirate

    I won't be keeping up with this thread's ooc as much after today so if there are questions regarding the overall Terrenus lore, everyone feel free to hit up the Terrenus AMA Regarding Cutiefly's question above the magic rule applies to anything supernatural, and the mild powers rules apply to anything at all. So people shouldn't expect to be able to deploy a nuclear bomb because it isn't supernatural, or to exceed the power cap in Terrenus because someone classes an ability as being "psychic" rather than "magical"
  13. 3 points
    danzilla3

    Fury of the Gods

    Though most of the crew of the small airship seemed to greatly dislike the winged creatures that surrounded them; Issac Graham couldn't figure out for the life of him why. The creatures were simply fascinating; and he wished he had the time to capture one and study it. Alas, this outing was not for pleasure, but for business; and thus his employer called the shots. Not that he minded the idea of getting down to the surface. While the drakes and wyverns were a passing bit of curiosity, the wonders held by the city down below were endless! A legion of vampires guarding one of the most powerful airships on the continent was an adventure he would be hard pressed to pass up. Hell, for such an opportunity he would have worked for free; though he wouldn't be sharing that thought out loud... Eventually the boss called him and the priest over to stand with her as she crushed some kind of blue crystal that enveloped the group in blue dust. The next thing he knew they were standing in the ruins of the once proud city. As he looked out upon the death and carnage that had been wrought by Whispernight; he felt a pang of sympathy for all those who had lost their homes and lives to it. But he was unable to focus on this notion for long, as the method Wren had used to transport them here from the ship was fascinating! He would have to question her about another time. There were other matters to attend to. Such as his godly companions bad attitude about the whole situation. Really, such a boring way to look at thing; grumbling about the whole idea of finding the airship when they had flown in on a perfectly good one. Did he not understand that the two vessels were separated by many orders of magnitude? Comparing Godfury to their meager transport was like comparing a house cat to a proud lion. Yes, they were in the same family; but the difference between them was night and day! "Chin up my fine theologian! I'm sure our employer wouldn't have come here without a plan. Although I am partial to winging it myself!" A moment of silence passed as he stared at the priest before he loudly whispered, "I'm winking conspiratorially!"
  14. 3 points
    ... after I eat my dinner though.
  15. 2 points
    Ill be posting next since it is going to be important for the progression of the setting, and how everything will continue. I understand that some may not know what the imperium is exactly.
  16. 2 points
    Red the Ambivalent

    Unbroken Seals

    Without knowing Rafael very well prior to this meeting, Red found herself mildly intimidated by his gaze, especially when it seemed the expression was scolding in nature towards her misreading the conversation. Although brief the meeting had been so far, the psion had gathered enough cues from the man to catch the confusion, where she had expected him to call for her help from a militaristic perspective he was actually speaking of something she hadn't a clue about. Her lips parted to comment on staying where it was safe, not understanding what he was implying until he stepped closer and gently ran his thumbs along her shoulders. It was nearly instantaneous, the feeling of faintness that overwhelmed her. The both of us? Dread soon overtook her weak knees, phantom pain shooting along her flank as her mind grew distant much as his own had. Disbelief was the most prominent thing, above all else. "Pressing matters..." There was no joy in her eyes as one could expect from a woman whom had just come to the realization they were carrying a life within her belly, her eyes reflected the need for the safety that he was promising. In a way she had suspected something was off, but it had to be far too early for any of the obvious signs to appear. How Rafael knew was only a brief wonder, brief while she remembered who it was in her company and what he could be capable of in regards to detecting life such as this. Her own eyes blinked back to the present, her focus pulling from fear and mystery with a few quick nods. "Yes, I'll come seek refuge if any trouble comes. I understand." Shaken to the core it seemed, it took Red a moment to pull herself together, to recover her composure and put a small smile on her face. "Thank you, a thousand times thank you. It's just surprising, I've gone through quite a lot recently, so the thought it's still in there...I'm just trying to process this." There was plenty for her to think about, let alone go through her options with this sudden development. Most pressing though wasn't related to her safety, while Caelum was her responsibility, it had been far too long since she had stepped foot in Predators Keep. There was no sitting ruler there while she was away, and she could only wonder how the city was fairing with her absence. "I have to go back to Terrenus, as soon as I can be on my feet more extensively. I will be safe there for now." She was confident of her safety in the Capitol city of the Scarlet Empire, the largest part of her military was stationed within the city walls, and there seemed to be a quiet within Terrenus as of late. "With Lady Akako back, Caelum has two pair of hands to watch over it. Viceroy Pendragon and her are my closest friends, I trust them with it."
  17. 2 points
    Fierach

    OoC I: The Abbadon Triumvirate

    -sips coffee- I'll just be here. Trying to think about how to get MechaGodzilla over here, cause we could really use that sorta firepower.
  18. 2 points
    I appreciate that and this is really important to me as it is the first real contribution im making. To see so many amazing role players involved is outstanding and i can only hope to accommodate such expectation! There is a lot going on and i want everyone to be on the same page.
  19. 2 points
    Pasion Pasiva

    OoC I: The Abbadon Triumvirate

    Go away.
  20. 2 points
    supernal

    OoC I: The Abbadon Triumvirate

    You should talk to whoever is leading the faction. Firepenguin right? They can tell you where their faction is and then you'll know whether you're affected or not Unless you're in Shawnee, you'll be affected, if the intention is to canonize the thread that is. You can see the announcement for more details around that: https://www.valucre.com/topic/38742-canon-changes-to-magic-and-transportation/
  21. 2 points
    The festival is OPEN!
  22. 2 points
    supernal

    Valucre's new user experience

    A little while ago I posted a thread regarding barriers to entry to roleplay in general, and to Valucre in specific. From that thread, a few members (two amazing ones in particular) stepped forward to help really figure things out. It was an astounding effort where we analyzed data from the database to target a range of members with different levels of exposure to the site, hit them with a few basic questions, and then distilled what we could from their answers A lot of good stuff came out of that work, most notably the return of the outreach team and Valucre's new member guide - now the Get Started tab: You can probably guess the purpose of the guide off the name, but it's to provide a single comprehensive resource for new members that has been divided up by areas of interest so that they can jump to the parts that are relevant to them, and come back for the other parts later on. Guides have either been newly created or updated, and gussied up with tiles, icons, flowcharts and hopefully some decent content logic connecting all the pieces into a whole Whether you're new or old, we'd love it if you could take the time to go through the guide and let us know how it looks, how it functions, and whether you found the data useful A tremendous thank you to the people that helped make this happen: @~Harlow. for the initial idea a few years back, @jaistlyn for the UX experience and organization and data manipulation, and a mysterious 3rd benefactor for their HTML, formatting, and icon work; and to all three of them for all of the help and support and attention and effort otheriwse
  23. 2 points
    “If they figure this plan out, and they see through this guise… it will be me who pays the price. It will be me who dies… but… I never planned on living a long life… Where she went I cannot follow… but through the science and through the cold hard facts… I hope that she knows.” “Stop it,” she shook her head and lifted her hands with her palms extended outward. Distressed, she motioned again for him to stop -- to keep from saying more. He was a kindred spirit if ever there was one. She saw in the shattered remains of his broken pieces reflections of herself. She had been in his place not so long ago, and she knew that she could fall back at any moment. But they were so alike, and it seemed that it was up to her to remind him. So she went to him, wobbling on her skinny legs and tiny ankles that hardly seemed capable of holding up all the weight of her swollen belly. She stopped besides him, closer than she had ever gotten, and dropped down to one knee. Awkwardly balanced, she set a small hand on his shoulder -- the cold of her grip seeping quickly through the fabric of his lab coat and into his flesh. “You have a son, Dr. Merigold, a wonderful little boy who thinks he has lost his mother and does not know he ever had a father. I cannot begin to understand why Lilly kept his birth from you, perhaps she didn’t want to burden you and your important work, or perhaps the opportunity never presented itself…” She had to pause, she had to reflect on the fact that she had intended to do much the same. After some time, she imagined that she would never again cross paths with the father of her child, and slowly but surely, all desire to include him drained away. He didn’t deserve to be a part of the baby’s life, he didn’t even deserve to know that at long last he had kept his promise and impregnated her. He had bound them together more surely than any ring he could force on her finger. Gabriela felt her tightly clenched her jaw was -- it took a conscious effort to disengage it. “Don’t be so hopeless,” she insisted after a moment. It was an awkward sight, this very pregnant woman trying to kneel besides him in an attempt to offer comfort. The truth was she wanted to establish some sort of touch with him. With most humans, her proximity -- the beauty of her features -- it was a soothing experience. She was simply designed this way by years of evolution. Anyone would be hard pressed to find a vampyre that was not distinctly attractive, if not downright uncannily beautiful. Gabriela very much represented this. Her golden eyes were the sort of color that simply did not happen within the human species -- they were molten pools of copper and gold. And her skin was smooth alabaster, cool and calming to the touch. She knelt with him, her fingers squeezing and relaxing as she worked the tense muscle in his shoulder. “We can both get out of this, alive. We can both get away from these people. We don’t have to be victims to their circumstances.” He looked at her through his glasses, and she frowned at his expression. He was so full of heartbreak that she could hardly stand it. She also noticed that he was not a bad looking man. He was boyish in a way, with youthful features -- the sight of his trembling bottom lip as he wept really cemented the image in her mind. For some reason he seemed young and inexperienced, and she was angry at the others for having dragged him into all of this. There was a very strong urge to protect him, which was hilarious given the fact she couldn’t even take care of herself. “Very well, but before I can even begin to plan anything...I need to know why this is all happening. It could be invaluable information. Who would they be trying to sell you to? Back to your country? Wouldn’t that be a good thing? I need to know anything and everything that could help Gabriela…” Was this real, she wondered. She wasn’t a suspicious person by nature, but she had just been kidnapped and Marigold seemed like he was too good to be true. He was a literal god-send, and she wasn’t sure if she should trust fate or question it. “I don’t know,” she said at long last, sitting back on her leg, trying to balance her weight as she settled on the floor. “Orisia is a small country. We are wealthy enough, but I couldn’t imagine they would hope to get very much for me. I am well loved by some,” she said tentatively, her eyes cast down as if she were ashamed. “Powerful individuals who I think might try to help me -- they might be convinced to pay a steep price. And yes, while it would be a good thing if my own country could buy me back, I don’t believe that’s who Agony will be offering me to. Raphael is my cousin, the Emperor of the Carmine empire and…” she seemed so very reluctant to continue, but she did, “...and then there’s Roen, the Crimson King of Patia -- we were once close. He might...I don’t know...maybe…” She was embarrassed. Deeply embarrassed. She didn’t want to assume either of these men would do anything on her behalf, but she also couldn’t rule out the possibility if that’s the level of truth that Marigold required. “Agony asked me what I was willing to pay for myself -- he asked for an unlimited amount of any resource he wanted when he was upon Orisia. I couldn’t say yes. I can’t bind myself to such a uncertain contract.”
  24. 2 points
    The Hummingbird

    Of Gods and Men

    Keen, unblinking eyes watched the greeting with a small amount of consternation. For he did simply look; he heard too, all his powers focused on the pair exchanging their complimentary words and congratulations. He could hear the sincerity and proper tone engage in Rafael’s voice, just as he could hear the lifeless intonation in Corvinus’s own dead speech. To say that Zenahriel disliked the contrast would be a severe understatement. A rough sigh breathed from his lungs as Rafael’s silent voice entered his mind. It was no real surprise that Rafael knew of his presence, though in all honesty Zenahriel somewhat hoped he would be able to keep this luxurious distance that made guarding his King easy work. Nevertheless, his eyes closed for a moment in relish of the loving caress always woven into his mate’s words. Then he straightened. His wings spread, and blood rushed through them in an exhilarating feeling of power and strength returned. He leaped from the spire, and his wings spread wide to catch wind and air. Sunlight set flame to the violet streaks in each feather, alighting soft rainbows in the black and electrifying the darkest of blues. Mighty strokes led him to the port where Rafael invited Corvinus in to where he did not belong – not with that dead voice and detached stare. Still, Corvinus was a king, had united lands, and was Zenahriel was not one to spoil the efforts of Rafael in being polite and courteous as all royalty should strive to be. He landed to the side of Rafael, bowing his head to his mate with a smile before stepping forward to Corvinus. With a most gracious motion he bowed to the King, sinking to one knee. His wings molded against his form, making him seem smaller than he was. “God-Emperor Crovnus, most esteemed Lord of the imperial South… and his prince,” Zenahriel recited with perfected cordiality as he rose. “May I introduce myself as Zenahriel Zacharias, An’She of Umbra? Please allow me to lead you and my small lordling into more comfortable surroundings.”
  25. 2 points
    Ataraxy

    High Treason in Terrenus [Civil War]

    Of course 😘 Hahahahahaha well, if the covert operation fails and we go brute force, we might end up doing more than just destroying half a city >:)
  26. 2 points
    King

    Of Gods and Men

    If there was one person Rafael knew better than himself, better than his beloved cousin, it was the High Lord. There were few things that could persuade the protective, utterly devoted raven from his Lord’s side. It was not anger as one might immediately suspect, seeing the vampyre alone there at the skyport while Zenahriel remained secluded several spires out, perched atop shimmering white stone. Instead, true to his nature as a bird of prey, it was for a better vantage-- to strike swift and without hesitation, without mercy, ending any possible threat these foreigners might seek to bring to the Red City before it began. Such a glorious feat was well within the High Lord’s power, Rafael knew. He had witnessed firsthand the awesome power of the Genesarian ancient, been reborn in but a sliver of its image some years past. In the boundaries of this great land, there was little the triumvirate of High Lords could not accomplish – a fact the raven’s mate made excellent use of. “While the politicians might disagree, the people have spoken. They crave – need - a unified Genesaris,” Rafael replied, curt and dry. “A single fist with which to crush any that would dare stand against it. An expansion is hardly a difficult task when giving the masses that which they demand.” It was a sentiment the vampyre knew, if no one else, Corvinus understood the best. He had taken Shrine City and from its bedrock unfurled an empire, spanning the entirety of the continent’s underbelly and reaching deep into foreign lands, as well. “But, it would seem congratulations are due two-fold.” Sapphire eyes beheld the babe in the mighty emperor’s hands – a perfect blending of the two parents, unlike their previous children, so blatantly dominated by either Corvinus or Leoa. “I received word of your unification of the Swell and South,” he explained, impressed, to say the least. “And it would seem that Leoa has yet again delivered another mote of starlight into this dark, empty world. A boy, as well – a future king of Valucre.” The Elder stepped aside, welcoming the emperor and his child into the comfortable waiting area of the skysport. Are you going to remain perched there for the entirety of his visit, darling? Rafael’s thoughts weaved into the High Lord’s mind, lacing it with the warmth of his affection. His child is rather handsome. Won’t you come and introduce yourself and see the babe yourself? This shouldn’t be long .
  27. 2 points
    The journey to Misral Island from her Home Land was lengthy and exhausting. With her supplies and money dwindling to nothing, Audrey hastily signed up on a protection contract. The mission was to protect a small convoy of food, water, and supplies. Incidentally, Illyana Uldwar, the eldest daughter of House Uldwar, commisioned the mission. This was a great opportunity to put Audrey's skills to great use so she signed up. Audrey arrived when the sun peaked over the horizon. It illuminated the various caravans, filled with supplies, around her. She scanned the surroundings, looking for a blonde woman. "She should be here somewhere..." she swished her head side by side, doubling her search efforts. She spotted said lady chatting with a red-haired woman. The red-haired woman held a bow and quiver, "We have an archer. That's good to know." she relaxed her jittery soul. She heard countless stories of archers saving her sword ancestors' life at the last second. She felt deep respect and gratitude for those who saved her people. She herself wielded a short, enchanted saber. Although quick and effective in dueling, ranged attacks can easily overpower her guard. So knowing an archer was covering her back gave her relief. Audrey walked up to the pair, her left hand holding a sheathed sabre. She overheard the archer's ramble about how she commisioned her arrows in order to make it non-lethal. "That's right! I forgot... We can't harm anyone in this mission... What could I do?" she eyed her sheath. "Oh that's right. I can just use my sheath as a blunt weapon. Silly me." she stopped a foot away the pair. She faced both of them and deeply bowed, "Good morning Lady Uldwar and miss... Anouk Enouk?" she tilted her head in confusion, having trouble pronouncing an unfamiliar name. "I am Audrey of the Sword and I am ready for the mission." she thumped her fist against her chest. "Although this is my first time going as a bodyguard, I assure you that I can protect you and the convoy." she thought about her childhood days, protecting her little brothers against bullies and the like. "I know that I am younger and inexperienced so Miss Anouk. Please take care of me." she nodded towards the archer's direction with respect.
  28. 2 points
    Mickey Flash

    Maze Undue [Anima Imperium]

    Immie walked forward as if in a daze. After being poked and prodded by Dr. Marigold, she'd blacked out for some reason, and she couldn't recall what had transpired. She felt different, yet the same. It was as if the real Immie, the one that she was used to being, was a thin layer that covered her muscle, blood, and bones. She felt like she was the outer skin. There was something else on the inside. Something she'd ignored, forgotten, or desperately escaped from. This new part of her was closer to the surface than it'd ever been before. She could feel it, like a slimy hand slithering under her skin, pushing, poking, scratching to get out. It was all she could do to hold herself together. She wasn't paying much attention to where she was going. She was letting her feet guide her, and unbeknownst to her they guided her straight to where the other warm bodies resided. These creatures she had seen before as terrifying, she now only watched warily. They seemed more attractive than before, though she wasn't quite sure why. She was drawn to them. She shook herself as if to awaken from a bad dream. This was so unlike her. She couldn't concentrate, and could barely think. Having so little control of her mental facilities was her worst nightmare. She took a deep breath, and could see that there were a few from the original group that was still inside the facility. Some had gone outside, into the storm. She had never liked storms before, afraid of getting swept away by a force of nature. Now she was drawn to the sight, feeling her heart speed up with every strike of lightning. The screams had sounded like music. She knew that couldn't be right, because she'd usually be horrified by such screams. Her feet stuttered to a stop as she tried to get a hold of herself. She had to wonder what was happening to her. Something was off. Rodan was there, and she felt a comfort in seeing someone she knew. Was there a time she hadn't liked Rodan? It seemed like it. It seemed like she'd been disgusted by his ability to turn bodies into wooden carts. That seemed distant now, and not as important as it once was. She didn't question her new feelings. Not yet. To question them would mean she would have to look deeper, to find what was causing these changes inside of her. And she wasn't ready to do that. The black out she'd experienced before protected her from seeing what she didn't want to face yet. She stood there in the middle of the room, dressed in her old, raggedy clothes, and wondered if there was a way to acquire something a little more attractive to wear. In the middle of the chaotic weather, screaming, kidnapping of queens, killing of guards, strange doctors and wicked creatures, she was more concerned with her apparel than the situation she was facing. True fear crept inside of her the moment she realized this. She felt the sting of her fingernails dig into her palms as she made fists at her sides. The sting of pain seemed to clear her head a bit, and she could focus a little better. She bit the inside of her bottom lip for good measure, tasting the blood in her mouth. Her mind began to clear even more, as she watched the events unfurl before her.
  29. 2 points
    Mickey Flash

    More Important is the Journey

    Michelee could see the logic in the man's words, as loud and obnoxious as they were. She understood that she was wasting time, and if Arzada were human she would have rushed as fast as she could. But Arzada wasn't human. "If there is a doctor, I don't know where they might be. Besides, she's a vampire. What she needs right now is blood. Maybe you can offer some of yours to save her life?" Her mouth twitched in amusement, as a questioning look overcame her face. Would the man continue with his story about his need to help Azrada, or would he drop it and try to attack them? Michelee could have smacked her palm to her forehead. Brave Yonx, always being the hero. He was going to get himself killed. She didn't know if she was about to stop him, or if the man holding Arzada was about to drop the vampire and attack, or anything else for that matter. Because she felt a shift. A shift in her feet that could only mean one thing. The ship was tipping over. She had cat-like reflexes, but they were no match for gravity as she was thrust downward and into a gaping hole. The gaping hole was the doorway into a room that had been jarred open by the force of gravity. For a moment she was free falling, nothing to hold on to and only the air surrounding her. It was a freeing and terrifying feeling, all at the same time. Her heart felt as if it'd jumped into her throat, and even her inner tiger felt a moment of panic. Her landing wasn't soft, since she rammed into loose furniture that had been thrust together the same way she had. She knew that she wasn't the only one in the pile of furniture, because she could feel warm body parts and hear cursing in the air. Her body was almost numb, which wasn't a good sign since that meant that the pain would make an appearance after the shock wore off. When she tried to stand her left leg folded underneath her, and she looked down to see a serious gash. Blood dripped down, hitting furniture and other people's limbs alike. She would heal, and quickly, but not immediately. She was, after all, in her human form. The tiger from before was tugging on her sleeve, reminding Michelee that she needed to move and move fast. Situations like this didn't allow for time to sit and smell the flowers. She began to climb her way out of the room, making sure to favor her good leg. The mess she climbed up was loose and hard to climb. She had to though, because she had a feeling that if she didn't she was going to die.
  30. 2 points
  31. 2 points
    King

    Maze Undue [Anima Imperium]

    Then Rafael sat half-slumped, half-sunken in the Jurtuna’s less than comfortable co-pilot chair. That he’d been able even to doze off, let alone fall into so deep a slumber, in the stiff-backed seat was a testament to the exhaustion of shouldering such a worrisome burden. The servants of the palace could see it in his listlessness and disheveled attire; those of the Faith could feel it heavy on their minds, on their souls; and those few sired by the Elder’s fangs felt it quaking and rattling in their bones. There was no escaping it, and neither the promise of vengeance nor the sure slaughter of those that had conspired against them offered him a reprieve. Even in the cold darkness of his closed eyes, the severity of Gabriela’s predicament haunted him, giving the Elder no peace. Against the stone walls of his dream beat the winds and rains of memory, the nights he and Gabriela had spent in Veelos. He could still see the panic in her golden eyes, feel how she trembled in his arms, against his chest. It hadn’t been the attempt on her life that made her shake so terribly or Rafael’s fury that she might ignore the damning evidence against the culprit, for she feared neither. Instead, it was a secret-- always another secret, another hidden agenda --that had instilled the truest sense fear in the Black Queen. A fear, Rafael realized as he dreamed, that had taken root in his heart as well. The rains intensified, the thunder finding a rhythm-- thump, thump, thump. Rafael felt Gabriela’s swollen belly against the crescent of his aching palm, and in the waking world, his fingers twitched with longing. How could he have allowed himself to love something so dearly, the life she had sworn he had not even helped create? From what dark depths of his souls had this instinct arisen, fearless and uncompromisingly determined? Thump, thump, thump-- the thundered continued its drumming, and the Elder longed for nothing more than to feel the kick of that darling babe against his touch, the only other presence it had come to know. Thump, thump, thump! Stirred from his sleep by the cadence, Rafael’s gaze lazily found its way to Dante, the Jurtuna’s pilot. “What is it?” he asked, lethargy thick in his accented voice. “Why does your heart beat so?” Dante breathed slow, steadying his heart. “We’ve entered Terran airspace, my Lord.” Rafael couldn’t bring himself to glance beyond the window and take in this beautiful, foreign land. This was not the time for sightseeing. “There’s nothing to fear. I’ve made arrangements.” “But they—” “Despise us,” the Elder finished with an irritated groan, feeling pressure on both temples. “However, even the Terrans are not immune to diplomacy or respect. We aren’t here to invade their lands or vandalize their way of life, least of all to overstay our welcome. I’m here for my wife--" he bit back the word, soured and regretful. No, none of this would have happened if she had just given in; if she would have just let him protect her. “--Gabriela and her child. Nothing more.” Now Several miles from the where the Patian King had stood, from the grand Anima Imperium, itself, Rafael stood alone in the rising tempests of the coming storm. He wore a simple black ensemble, befitting both his mood and the times, which only darkened further and clung to his imposing figure as the rains strengthened around him. The emptiness of each droplet-- for he could no more sense Gaia, or her pantheon, in this land’s elements than any other non-believer --wetting his hair, coursing down his face, and pelting his broad shoulders made him long for the shores Orisia and the wholesome, soothing presence of La’Ruta. Soon, he told himself. Soon. The Elder scanned his surroundings, then the shrouded horizon, finding both sorely lacking. But when he closed his eyes and reached out with his other senses, he came across the phantoms of Gabriela’s presence-- the faintest trace of sweet orange blossoms, of sea salt, of La’Ruta, on the damp winds being swept down from the north. But it wasn’t enough. Needing more, Rafael reached out desperately toward these ghosts and echoes of his beloved, searching for something of permanence. Sapphire eyes opened as he felt the thrumming of that invisible cord, tied tight around his heart, long-since still. It was in the pursuit of this familiar warmth, and the unnatural shrieking cracking off in the distance, that Rafael happened by a tall, intimidating figure leaned, just so, against a tree. Waiting, expecting. More displeasure, and the Elder’s frown sank further along his face. There was no need to greet or acknowledge the orc-- he clearly wasn’t the brains of the operation, for theirs was a simple, brutish people better suited for labor, war, raping, and pillaging. The intricacies of diplomacy, bargaining, and extortion were lost on them. And so the Elder passed him by, clearly in view, without speaking. If all their territory was as well-monitored as the areas closest to the establishment, then those viewing would see him-- for again, Rafael made no attempt to hide himself or the briskness of his pace. They wished for him to deliver a message, and he would do so in the plainest of ways.
  32. 1 point
    Erotisch

    Looking for a Motivation

    Yes, of course within the confines of the Code of Conduct. My apologies for not clarifying this.
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    -Malice-

    Moths drawn to flame

    Terrible though a tyrant may be, there are some things which may not be taken by force alone. Malice had encountered many worlds, had rent kingdoms asunder and dethroned deities in his time as a warrior, but despite the distance which separated one dimension from the next, there remained one constant within the Multiverse, one ideal which empowered the planes and sent ripples across reality itself, free will was the strongest magic of all. That was why he had wormed his way betwixt life on Valucre and its ever after, that was how he had crept like a cancer through the heart of Orisian belief, to coax their minds toward his merciless waiting jaws, pandering to their perceptions of what a god would embody and express. A smile snaked across the being's black lips when Lilly's assent approached, relishing the turmoil she experienced, whilst outwardly he remained the very effigy of affection, a blazing seraphim, whose wings would usher her toward a new dawn, a golden age where the dead would be delivered from damnation, if they would but worship at the Warlord's feet. That was the propaganda his disciples would preach, at least, the Great deception which, he anticipated, would deliver unparalleled power unto him upon the planes themselves, as he quietly converted Orisian souls into fuel to feed his crusade. All galaxies shall burn, he reflected, as Lilly surrendered herself unto his indomitable will, and his immortal essence veritably swelled with fresh energy, potency enough to defy even Valucre's virtues, if only for a time. Summoning his strength from the vast reservoirs which, normally, were quelled but not extinguished by the realm's wards, the leviathan located the place where Lilly fell, tracking her unique spiritual imprint with little effort and then, as his arms out-stretched to enclose the woman in an embrace within the Silver Sea, something began to stir. Reconstituting her genetic structure, rather than salvaging the sick-stricken corpse itself, Malice's ministrations transcended a mere spell to raise the slain, employing techniques from another era, another age, to sculpt an identical shell from matter, and house her spirit within a body born from his baleful touch. This endeavour was not instant, though in the timeless tides of her current surroundings, Lilly might have perceived it so, for the Great Devourer twisted, rather than defied, the laws of nature, utilising Dark La'Ruta to perform a true resurrection, a sorcery so sophisticated that it would have taken mortal men generations to master. Light engulfed her consciousness, as the enchantment took hold, a radiance so bright that it was as if she suddenly stood before the sun itself until, with a sensation like being dragged by the navel, the illumination dimmed suddenly, became bearable once more, as Lilly found herself upon the boundaries of her house, and a breeze swept through the grass, bearing with it a whisper. Travel this land and tell all who will listen of my love child. Tell them of the Golden Dawn and the truth behind the war-like form I must guard you with in this material world. As the words faded, and Joshua came running through the fields to greet her, Lilly suddenly knew the symbol of her saviour, and the tenets which those she converted should adhere to.
  34. 1 point
    Fierach

    Souzou, Enraged

    "... roger that then, I'll find the regent." Mori responded, tapping into some new networks to try and track down and triangulate the VIP. "You guys... try not to get squished" she added. Minimizing the display on her omni-tool into a more compact form, the hacker quickly unpacked from amongst her gear a small box with an antenna sticking out of it, and patched most of the existing wiring that she was connected into it. It as a small broadcast beacon, specifically tuned to her omni-tool's network, and it was set to self-destruct within a few hours. Intending to relocate, this setup would allow Mori to stay connected to the vital Weland networks, and the self-destruct would effectively mask her presence after she was gone, preventing most efforts to find out who exactly had broken in at this junction. Her gear stowed, Mori made her way down the hill to the nearest road, all the while keeping an eye on the display, and directing a small screen in the corner of it. If all went well, Taipan would find herself a nice, freshly hijacked APC waiting for her at the road, which she would take to ride to meet her comrades in the city in style.
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    Raspberry LA

    Custom user title raffle

    I want in!
  36. 1 point
    Praetorian

    OoC I: The Abbadon Triumvirate

    The only area that receives a magic boon is the Shawnee glacier/Tundra area which no faction is allowed to occupy. So any area with a faction is within the canonical magic reduction zone. A certain level of emphasis does need to be put on the fact that a hard cap for magic will be expected if the thread is to be formally canonized. If there is no expectation for canonization, it is a concern strictly between your involved parties.
  37. 1 point
    Fierach

    The World of Bel'shir

    Kallisa acquiesced to the elder's request, and she was grateful that her new friend, if she could call the white-haired woman that, seemed to go along without much rancor. As she took Terra to the hidden cellars and alcoves within the village where most of the villagers hid for safety, she would explain in brief. The raiders belonged a mighty pirate warlord titled the Crimson King, for he ruled across a wide swathe of the oceans far to the west where the sun sets and the skies were to said to be eternally blood red and waters constantly boiling. He was said to have powers exceeding that of any mortal, a living embodiment of the so-called Ring of Fire at the center of the Grand Blue Ocean that spanned the entire world. Every few cycles, his minions came out to the various cities, villages, and ports of the Oceanic Rim to gather tribute, be it in magical artifacts, valuables, or slaves... and make examples of anybody who resisted. She couldn't understand why they had come again though, their last foray was scant months ago and they should've never come again for at least another year. If Terra wished to help guard and keep the softer folk of their village hidden, Kallisa would be grateful for the help... but what about her companions? Did Terra know what they were doing? It seemed like they had split up without a plan. --- The man Jinsoku hauled had fallen unconscious, and offered no resistance. He was clearly hurt and exhausted, covered in wounds and cuts from his escape. If it was Jinsoku's desire to haul him out of the village to safety back at the cave where they had stored their weaponry, they would have the time to do so, although if he wished to hide the man somewhere in one of the village's many rapidly-emptying huts and stalls, he would be able to do that as well, and likely be around to bear witness to the pirate vessel finally arriving and anchoring just off the coastal drop. If they stuck around in the village, they would be able to see a number of small boats set off from the larger ship, and make for the shore, each with at least eight men aboard, four boats in total. The party needed to communicate and decide what they wanted to do next.
  38. 1 point
    jaistlyn

    Valucre's new user experience

    Thank you to the new members who spent some time answering our questions too! And to supernal for always being on the ball for Valucre matters!
  39. 1 point
    Legend says she's still eating to this day.
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    Immie heard Lunara's comment and felt a mixture of irritation and excitement. Irritation because it seemed the fae had insight on secrets lying dormant inside Immie, but failed to reveal them to her. Of course she did say she thought Immie already knew, and to an extent she did... She knew she wasn't just a human. She knew she had abilities that humans didn't have. She just didn't know the details of it. She felt excited because it seemed that maybe the little fairy could tell her more, with the help of the ring she'd had as long as she could remember. She'd always thought the ring was a gift from her adopted mother, and didn't think it strange that she insisted she wear it all the time. She just thought her mother wanted her to value the gift she was given. She reached forward with her ringed hand, eager to show Lunara the object. Immie's hand froze. Her fingers had almost touched the hand of the other female. She slowly pulled away, disappointment on her face. Then she managed to look down and realized that she wasn't dressed, but standing in front of these strangers with no thought to being clothed. She grabbed her baggy shirt nearby and held it up to her body. The doctor told her to take off her ring, and she realized that doing so would make her feel just as naked as being unclothed. She did so anyway, wanting to find out as much as she could from this strange doctor. She was told to lay back down, but she had no intentions of doing so naked again. She pulled the shirt over the top of her while she was being scanned again. The doctor asked something about her possibly disrupting the scans, and her hands tightened on the cloth around her. But he seemed to be more concerned with magic than what she was wearing. She relaxed a small bit, and let him continue his examination. "It is?" she asked. She was a bit confused. How could whatever was hidden inside her be important to the doctor? Wasn't he just supposed to take blood samples, and lead them away? And why wasn't he analyzing Lunara? She looked over at the fae with confused eyes. She didn't understand what was going on, or why the doctor was so invested, but she wanted to know what was locked inside her too. "Can you find it? Tell me what it is? I need to know." Her hands clutched the shirt hanging over her frame, the bunched material now wrinkled in her fists as the stress of the moment got to her. She had been wanting to know what she was all her life.... this could be the moment she discovered the truth.
  41. 1 point
    Same here! Good to see you here Grizz. Haven't written with you since Skies of Fire xD
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  44. 1 point
    Aziella

    Custom user title raffle

    Throw mines in as well, been one title for waaay too long.
  45. 1 point
    Tyler

    Custom user title raffle

    I've always wondered how custom user titles come about... Oh yeah, throw my name in too.
  46. 1 point
    My decision is unrelated to the nature of the current rp, and you have nothing to apologize for. IRL, I'm pretty much stuck in limbo, and I'm constantly reminded of it. I feel pretty darn powerless and unmotivated. At this time, I'm basically dead weight wherever drama is involved. Truthfully, I don't expect to do any better with less consequential/lighter stuff right now, but I'm going to give it a go anyway. I do, however, intend to rp with y'all under different circumstances eventually.
  47. 1 point
    Her tears were something that his compromised mind couldn't handle. It felt as though he had betrayed Lilly's very memory by allowing this to happen to someone she revered so. He was at a crossroads that were pulling him in every direction conceivable. He wasn't ready for this. It had only been 1450 days, 11 months, 2 weeks, six days, 6 hours, 53 minutes, and 19 seconds...he couldn't stop counting each second that passed without her. "The Moral thing to do..." Marigold repeated. Morality? He didn't even know where his fell anymore. It was a sick joke being laughed at by the gods above for all he knew. "You sound just like her...it is so easy for you see the world with such optimism. That this situation could ever be so black and white" quieting as she spoke of men who had lost their lives trying to stop the entities he was working with. Murder always left a bad taste in his mouth, and while he had done some rather questionable things in his days...murder in cold blood had never been one of them. Her words silenced him, froze him in his place as she said that Lilly's memory should have no baring in this moment. What would he do if it didn't? A wash of nausea passing over him "Incapable of doing what is right..." He repeated again. Would he do things different if it weren't for his beloved' involvement in Gabriella's life? The thought of blood soaking this room, entrails scattered about like party favors, a corpse of the queen most pristine as still as it was eviscerated. A mad doctor soaked in gore...holding her child with a twisted face of pure insanity...is that what would have happened otherwise?...Marigold holding his head in his hands as such grim thoughts enraptured his mind. "Why should your political standing hold any sway over my moral grounding Gabriella? Hmm? Why don't you explain to me why you are here. How this all happened. I do my best to stay out of political affairs, but it appears that I have roped myself into one that I am...emotionally invested in. Do not question a man you know nothing about. you of all people should know that." He said with a sigh as he tried to recollect his thoughts "Lilly never even told me she had a son..." He muttered. The air growing quiet for several moments as they both sat in bated resignation, seeming unfazed by her immediate presence "Please ease your stresses as best as you can. It may not be the healthiest thing for the child" He said lightly, looking at her swollen stomach knowing that pregnancy put alot of stress onto the female form and psyche, keeping a check on her condition despite the insurmountable stress that had accumulated around the situation "If they figure this plan out, and they see through this guise...it will be me who pays the price. It will be me who dies...but..." Marigold through it all smiled passed the tears that continued to stream down his face. The thought of Lilly standing right here, right now. A testament to who he could be, and not what he has become. "I never planned on living a long life...Where she went I cannot follow...but through the science and through the cold hard facts...I hope that she knows" He said. Was it courageous to help the queen? Foolish? He almost felt a coward in his flipped world views, but at the end of the day...he just wanted to be the man she had so hoped for him to grow into, and that man couldn't say no to this situation. "Very well, but before I can even begin to plan anything...I need to know why this is all happening. It could be invaluable information. Who would they be trying to sell you to? Back to your country? Wouldn't that be a good thing?" He asked, rubbing his temples as the reality was setting in that not a day had gone by joining this organization and he was already planning on betraying them, just because one of his patients turned him into a better man. "I need to know anything and everything that could help Gabriella..."
  48. 1 point
    Alexei

    MWSfaHSwfPiHM

    Cazarosta stood amongst the group who had been brought together by the lovely woman whose eyes were shrouded by shadow. He knew her, as well as a few others within the group, yet he maintained the air of a man who had just met them for the first time. It was better this way, it would allow them to operate freely and with a certain amount of flexibility. It would also provide an advantage should those of unknown origin think to double cross the generous quest giver. In doing so they would find themselves storing down the barrels of Caster Guns, or dead before they could move. All in all it was an impressive plan, thought up by the ever impressive woman before them. The noble bastard was a handsome man, his features sharp and defined. He was dark of hair, so much so that the ebon strands had a bluish tint in the light. His hair was swept back in a relaxed style, showing a high forehead, his eyes were a pale yellow like that of a bird of prey. They held the noble and predatory gaze of the eagle, the king of the skies. He was a tall man, lean and broad of shoulder. He exuded a physical prowess that created an air of dependability, and to the opposite sex; one of desirability. His lips were curved in an easy smile, though it was not a wide one that revealed his teeth. He was dressed in the uniform of the Golden Hawk First of Foot. A black battle dress uniform that hugged his lean frame snugly, cuffed in the deep crimson red. It allowed him to cut an imposing figure, bringing thoughts to the minds of those around them at just how fearsome a full division would look. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing the muscled forearms of a man trained to handle the powerful kick of a rifle. His hands were covered by black gloves, runic formulae in red danced over the backs of his hands that reached from the tips of his fingers to the middle of his hands. They amplified the already considerable dexterity of his slender and long fingered hands, allowing him to reload far more expertly than even an elite marksman. His trousers were tucked into the fine and sturdy high leather boots, polished to a shine. Reaching from his ankles and up to his knees were a pair of greaves, forged of Salerian steel and they too were inscribed with runic formulae. They increased his celerity, agility, and balance; necessary things for one who was a marksman. It would allow him to move quickly from one position to the next, absolutely necessary for a soldier specialized for sniping key targets. After a shot he would have to move quickly, keeping the enemy from pinning him down in one spot. In a melee it allowed him to resist being knocked off balance from an enemy charge, and to also enhance his own charge with the time for bayonets came. These features were distinguishing true, but not as much as the magnificent weapon the man carried. The Caster Rifle, a new addition to the military of the Rising West, with greater range, accuracy, and power than the conventional Caster Gun; it was a weapon of truly great capabilities. The long barrel was an alloy of mana infused Salerian Steel and Mokume-gane, enhancing the power of the Caster Shells. The barrel glowed both inside and out with a highly complex spiral of runic fomulae. They danced and shifted along the barrel, a truly beautiful work of rune magic that he had developed over the years. Those on the outside of the barrel strengthened the metal, making it far more durable and less prone to wear and tear. Those within acted as a form of rifling that enhanced the speed and force of the rounds. It amplified it to such a degree that no creature would want to be hit at any range. To those who knew him, it was a testament to the true genius of the man. “I’ll volunteer to take care of the dragons. Caterina,” He said as he rocked the rifle that was held over his right shoulder, his hand gripping the stock; in a gesture to indicate that it was the name of his weapon. “is better suited for that sort of thing.” He flashed a handsome smile, revealing perfect white teeth. “I’ll need a spotter though, and some brave lads to keep me covered.” He said. Though he was confident in his abilities, he wanted to make sure that this went off as smoothly as possible. His job was not the most important, but it was, without a doubt; the most dangerous.
  49. 1 point
    Grimshar

    The Ties Left Behind

    Ted jumped in his seat when Aelyria slammed her hands down on the table, startled, the table jolting like it was possessed. His eyes completely missed the knife in her hand, the implied threat, his eyes instead immediately flicked to the orb, tracking it. It had jostled free of its position, and was now rolling across the tabletop towards the edge. A flash of heat ran up his neck, past his ears and into his scalp, tingling as it went. Fear, of the thought of what would happen should the orb roll off the edge of the table and shatter on the floor. He lunged for the orb, snatching it from the tabletop and cradling it in his hands, stroking it like a beloved pet. "Who the fuck do you think you are, walking in here with those portraits and throwing that name around?" He blinked up at the woman, was she taller than him? No, don't get sidetracked. Was it not obvious that he was a friend, or associate of Renkor's? He did say that Renkor had sent him... right? "Okay. Okay... Let's track back a bit. Start from the beginning. Who are you, how did you find us, and how do you know Renkor?" Ted turned questioningly to Forest, confused by the woman's sudden violent outburst, but he didn't seem overly worried about it. The man seemed to be more interested in the room around them, perhaps searching for an unknown threat, or just nervous. Either was possible, the telltale shaking of the table and gentle trembling of the floor boards under his own feet indicating that someone was bouncing their foot, perhaps out of fear. He turned his attention back to Aelyria, meeting her gaze and searching her eyes. The gentle dusting of red on the bridge of her nose and tops of her cheeks, the slightly creased brow, she was embarrassed by her outburst. An amused grin tugged at his lips, this was going to be fun. "Who am I? I am Thaddeus Bothwick the thirteenth, but most people just call me Ted. I'm a mercenary for hire, specializing in reconnaissance, destruction, and breaching operations." He gave a short seated bow. "As for how I found you? That was the easy part." He leaned against the table, exuding arrogance and mischief. "I paid a visit to one of your 'associates' back in Union City, convinced him to give me some info on where you were headed. He was rather reluctant at first, but I was able to convince him that he should give me what I wanted." He struggled not to giggle, his own joke too hilarious to himself, the implication that he had tortured someone to find them. When in reality he had simply used Renkor's deep pockets to bribe the man with an absurd amount of gold, true loyalty always lies with money. With a shrug, he relaxed back into his seat, the mischievous twinkle in his eyes remained. "As for how I know Renkor? We ran together back in Scales Village, must have been a decade ago now, back when I was still a greenhorn. He's saved my life more times than I can count, and kept me afloat during some hard times, though I imagine it was more for personal gain than any true attachment." He sat in silence for a few moments, mulling over old memories, the amusement fading from him slowly. "Either way, I am indebted to Renkor, and I aim to to settle that debt." He reached forward with one hand and plucked another piece of paper from the pile, sliding it towards Aelyria, as she seemed to be the most interested (demanding) of answers. "These are my instructions from Renkor, to find you two, and come to his aid. They're a contingency that neither of us thought we would ever need to use, but often our best laid plans go awry." Thaddeus, Enclosed are bank statements, personnel files, and storage locations, these assets are at your disposal. There are two profiles, one for Aelyria Tywen, and one for Forest. Please gather them to assist you. See you soon my friend. "I need the two of you to accompany me, Renkor has gone missing. I last heard from him six and a half months ago, he had been in a new land called Taen, in Terrenus. Renkor has allotted funds for us to use, more than enough to cover airfare, food, equipment, and incidentals. There's also a cache here in Mez, should you need to peruse a selection of gear before we depart. If you are reluctant to join me, I can offer you some very generous compensation for your time, hazard pay included." He eyed the two of them, his normally bubbly and oblivious facade having slipped away in the light of such a serious situation. The thought of Renkor locked in a dungeon or rotting somewhere enough to sober him.
  50. 1 point
    In response to his tapping, the Leper received a full force variation of a stare that was distinctively elven. If one has ever poked an unsuspecting cat, bottle that instinctive expression of arrogant indignation, sprinkle in a few no touchies, and distill over time. This look, however, lasted for less than three seconds before her eyes registered the protein bars. Chocolate flavored! How delightful. She reached back into the wooly depths of her cardigan and handed the pack of cigarettes to the bandaged man. “Perhaps I should warn you,” she added in a low voice with a wickedly sweet smirk before Stello began to speak. “These are mixed with dried headless horseradish. You won’t be able to feel your face for an hour or so.” Or one’s skull. Or, for that matter, the rest of one’s head. It was the closest to decapitation as one could get whilst still maintaining a connection to one’s central nervous system. Ioreth listened to Stello’s inquiry, not bothering to hide her glowing satisfaction that arose from acquiring both a snack and a potential business opportunity. “You said her name was Una? I can contact another associate back at Ashville to see if we have any records on her.” Once again, her mind turned towards her pockets, this time to a palm sized notebook and nib of a pencil residing in the left back pocket of her trousers. As she jotted down a message in flowing script concerning Stello’s sword, she let out a light laugh before continuing, “And yes, that is precisely what retrieval agents do. Although I do not often handle swords. If it isn’t a book, ‘tis a dusty trinket enchanted with a claustrophobic demon and buried in a family tomb.” After she finished writing, she folded the small sheet of paper into a compact note, closed her eyes, and released a steady exhalation of breath. Freezing blue flame consumed the paper with a POP before it vanished. “If Una is not in our records, they can cross check notable weapons during that era. My apologies, for it may take some time.” No trace of ash was left in her hand, yet Ioreth still dusted it off on her hip before she gestured at Stello’s own hands. “Martial arts or boxing?” Boxing was, in fact, the first reason that Ioreth had drifted into Hell’s Gate. The gastronomic tour was only second, although it was arguably more enjoyable. “A cousin of mine has been moonlighting under the name Boom Boom Rhavoni,” she drawled with a scoff. “Tomorrow night, I expect to be scraping him off of the floor after he faces Lysander Odinfield in one of those welterweight-heavyweight mashup events.”
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