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  1. 6 points
    Splash!! Even as others arrived by Ghostship the lone Paragon child arrived by means of his own devices. Being one of the last to arrive obviously he had slept far too long when the departure was called by Lilith. THankful he knew where to find her even if he wasn't right next to her. Moments after the ships had made their cozy departure, the waves of the oceans began to swell and churn as if a storm were coming to swallow the beach. The moisture in the air increased as the weather itself slowly became cloudy and windy. The sand upon the beach whipped about forming into faint cyclones with no power to them. Waves receded before coming together in a large bowl shape over the surface; it was almost as if something were trying to break through to the current world itself. After a few heartbeats, the water exploded as a large Leviathan came from the water throwing someone into the sky. Water rained down as if a monsoon had just landed upon the shores. The dragon roared at Caim before curling in on itself and diving back into the ocean. Down Caim fell before flipping forward landing like a superhero. The sand beneath him erupted slightly upward as he held his Fangblade in the left hand. The right hand held a half-eaten sammich which he continued to eat silently. He was clad in the Black Cartel jacket he had first obtained when becoming a Paragon his only taxing request from Lilith. Grunts and slight moans left his small figure as he had foodgasms for days. From beneath the hood, his rainbow optics looked directly at Lilith before he spoke with his mouth full. "Sorre-- Munch munch I'm lat--Mmmpph ." A satisfied burp left the boys lips as he smiled at the group. "Who are we killing and how many? Is Samael here?! There Ankou the cheeky man." Laughing lightly Caim was ignorant to the fact that not only did he make it rain on all of them but he was also late on top of it. @vielle @Ataraxy
  2. 5 points
    It was dark. Cold. Claustrophobic. Without dying, without knowing whether this was still life or indeed had become death, he awaited the time he might shed these chains and this Terror; Sephys awaited the time he might shed Kasyrga for a powerful mantle anew. Immutable as he had always been, he dreamt he would be, and when the Terror left he was free. Sephys Isigdril, the Terror of Kasyrga of Shawnee and the veritable blue Valucre centuries ago, was free with the shedding of his mutated son. Poor Henry, now the true "Terror." Sephys took responsibility for the giant horned beast that now roamed Shawnee and had once terrorized a kingdom at his hand. It was, afterall, his son. Henry, once a great general of king Sephys, was experimented on for the purposes of becoming a great weapon of war. Instead, he had become a warped mountainous creature with no will to fight— no will to survive at all. Dredge's assaults on a harbor in Shawnee had awoken and risen the Terror, who was once chained to Sephys and his castle and plunged into the depths of the ocean. The Terror absconded into Shawnee, Sephys' chains broken, the terrible king came forth to wrought terror on Valucre once more... Only to find that it had changed entirely. Who roamed these lands now were men and beasts and all between with power ranging from infantile to immortal in degrees of awesomeness. So it was that Sephys decided he must collect all his great wares of war with which to wield warily with whorling... you get it. Now, Sephys roamed the countrysides in search of his various swords and shields and whores and what have you. Now, much to his dismay most of the whores had died after 297 years— what bitches!, the giant knight thought, trudging through swampy waters. Bugs didn't even register him as a source of blood— fish didn't even swim away from his glomping steel glompers in the swamp. There was a ship some ways off. There were always ships some ways off, thought the stircrazy tyrant fresh out of centuries-old hybernation. Ripples of marsh water 'V'ed away from him, rolling toward the discussing party. Sephys' utterly insane musings through the maw of his helmet would be at first more and more audible, then less and less audible as he trudged right past them. He was rotating his hands before him, looking at this gnarled stick protruding from the ground and that tuft of bushes that looked like it may conceal something from him. "Always ne'erdowells, never my damned polearm. It was right here, no over there. Is it this? No. This? Curse you to the chamber pots, Gaia!"
  3. 4 points
    @amenities omfg... rolled a 68 and a 5! 68. Gingerbread man: Character becomes made of bread, and rain will cause them to dissolve. However, character’s speed is doubled. This effect takes place for 5 turns, starting my next post.
  4. 4 points
    Taking a break + family event. Fully AFV until February 18.
  5. 3 points
    Ataraxy

    H&V Episode 1: A City Abandoned

    Time Skip 4 Days 8:00 PM, sun is about to completely set Situation: The streets of Downtown Palgard and the Slums are died red with the blood of the King Spiders, the Silver Serpents, and hundreds of bystanders who were just in the wrong place at the wrong time. Among the dead gangster corpses, local law enforcement and heroes spotted small black insects stuck to the back of their necks. The discovery was on the first day. The second day was when the villains discovered a specific use for the parasites: mind control. When one of the parasites are placed on the back of someone's neck where it connects to the head and allowed time (few seconds) to dig into the skin, it makes the person a mindless puppet. At first they weren't controlled, at least not by the villain who attached the parasite to the victim. On the third day, however, the Parasite-person (someone controlled by a parasite) began to respond to the Controller (person who forced the parasite on them). So now, the fourth day is ending and the gangs have chosen to force parasites on enemy gangs going beyond just the Spiders and Serpents, and also unfortunate civilians. The law enforcement, weakened from lack of resources and having their hands full with normal crimes, are unable to so much as dent this issue. This fourth night the King Spiders are planning to bomb Palgard General, a large hospital that is not only housing hundreds of Silver Serpents but are also attempting to devise a cure to the parasite's mind control. The Silver Serpents, on the other hand, have plans to eradicated the King Spiders and multiple attacks aimed at all the Spiders' main businesses and their headquarters. Both plans, though not necessarily known by everyone (especially the hospital one) are known by many heroes and villains who are rushing to save people, take advantage of the situation, or a variety of other desires. At the moment, on this nights, multiple shoot offs are happening in the Slums and are slowly creeping toward the Downtown. Many among them have parasites on their necks, some among them are simply controlled civilians. What will you do?
  6. 3 points
    Ankou nodded at Lilith's command and clasped his hands together as he prepared to open a portal to the marsh. Opening portals was not hard if he simply wanted to move to someplace within line of sight, or if he didn't care about the precise location of the landing zone. Creating a portal at a precise point however required immense mental focus, and meant that he had to constantly keep the location in his thoughts. The jade armband began to glow with brilliant light, text in an ancient script flaring to life as its power was called upon. Finally the lich reached out with his right arm, and what appeared to be a black hole the size of a fist appeared in front of the group. Opening his hand caused the portal to widen, until it was easily three meters across. "The portal should put you within five miles of the stone. Tread carefully." Once the vanguard had gone through, he closed the portal just in time to hear the swearing of a new arrival. When Lilith once again asked him to open a portal, he was able to do it instantly this time, having locked in on the location. Once she had pushed the strange man through the portal, he followed behind before closing the interdimensional rift.
  7. 3 points
    Lilith nodded toward Ankou with a quick jerk of her head, "Open it. Try to pinpoint the Marsh's center when you do." She might have an eternity to live and scour for the Soul Stone, but the quicker she was able to obtain it the better. Less challengers to get in her way. The occasional foe tended to prove as some form of entertainment, the Mistress people a prime example of that upon their first meeting, but when the opponents started to stack up against her the amusing aspect of it was swift to drain away and became a persistent annoyance. Much like the Terran Peacekeepers. "Khaki, Caim, Samael. The three of you will take the vanguard. Ankou and I be directly behind tracing the Soul Stone's location. Cerin, you will be helping us with the tracking since I'm interested in seeing if your necromantic abilities extend beyond pure summoning or rituals. Mercury will be at your side-" Lilith cast the little vampire a cold glare but Mercury just gave a little giggle, "quietly." It wasn't necessarily that Lilith doubted the new Paragon's abilities so much as she'd long learned the consequences of not assigning Mercury a specific task. And since the vampire had seemed to grow quite close to the young necromancer, it was another annoyance off her hands. "Venus was sent ahead so she should already have arrived at the Marsh, scouting." Once Ankou used the Mori armband to open up an entrance that would no doubt lead to another dimension and then bend into the Bloodstone Marsh, another nod from Lilith would then prompt the Paragons to walk through it. The Commander didn't particularly care about the order so long as none of them dawdled behind and wasted her time. The moment that the Paragons crossed through the portal and entered the Bloodstone Marsh, they would be immediately assaulted by a small horde of extremely aggressive Swamp Beasts. "Always ne'erdowells, never my damned polearm. It was right here, no over there. Is it this? No. This? Curse you to the chamber pots, Gaia!" [Sephys] Lilith, having not yet crossed the portals, had stayed behind for a moment. Her eyes long since wondering off to land on some new being clad in a deep black. His curse of Gaia indicating Terran origins, though the rambling hinted at an age she'd recently related to Ankou. Since she hadn't walked through the Portals yet, Lilith didn't have to turn around to know that Ankou had not crossed either. "Ankou, open up a second portal for it." Then she paused and released a surge of power that would no doubt crash roughly into the grumbling entity. When Ankou would not doubt open up the portal directly in front of the armored clad creatures, Lilith would blast it with another wave of power. Not enough to kill it but enough to leave it no option but to go tumbling through the portal. "Don't resist, Terran." She snarled the command. "Just fall." And then she herself jumped through the inter-dimensional portals and in the Bloodstone Marsh. Never knew when some extra fodder could come in handy.
  8. 3 points
    Tyler

    contemporary movement

    Dicken shouldered his weapon again, just in case the assassins doubled-back, but once they were gone, they stayed gone. Glancing to his left, where Diric stood, he gave the Vulk a disapproving glare. "You should not have allowed them to escape so easily." "On the contrary, they're freedom is only momentary." Diric replied in a matter-of-fact tone, "They will be found and punished for their transgressions, in due course. However, our concern must first be toward tending our injured and moving them to a safe location." "What makes you so certain you will find them again?" Dicken growled. "Because they made the most fatal of all mistakes that could be made by members of their profession." the Vulk answered, with a slight tilt of his head, "They allowed their faces to be seen." He turned toward Dicken. "And I do not forget a face." With that, he turned and quickly moved to help the men load Joseph into the back of the truck, urging Nai and Aspen to board the back as well and stay with him. The sergeant moved to Jasper and likewise urged him toward the truck, while Dicken continued to stay on alert in case of a follow-up attack. The other two guards and Diric then converged on Varda's location, finding her still with the arrow sticking out of her side. Seemingly a man of infinite knowledge, Diric's first action was to break the shaft in half, preventing it from catching or hanging on anything that would worsen the wound. The next several moments were spent creating a temporary bandage over the wound, in order to prevent further bloodless and hold back contamination. "Remain calm. Fear and anxiety offer no logical benefit in this circumstance." he told her, his bedside manner a unique one for certain, "However, if you require reassurance, I estimate there is approximately a seventy-eight point two-six percent chance of your complete recovery." He then looked up at one of the soldiers. "Guardsman, assist me in carrying Lady Hildebrand to the truck." As the two of them moved Varda into the back of the truck, the handless driver climbed into the front passenger side, while Diric climbed in the back with the wounded. Though it was a crowded fit back there, everyone managed to squeeze in, though Dicken and the guards mounted the armored car that finally arrived on the scene. The two vehicles then began the trek back to the estate...
  9. 3 points
    @Djinn&Juice rolled a 72 and a 6! 72. Angry dad: A man stands nearby, grimacing and shaking his head at your every decision. This curse affects Reginald for 6 turns, onset starting your current post! @Aleksei rolled a 9 and a 10! 9. Curse of Hilarity-Afflicted character is unable to stop laughing for the duration of the curse. This curse affects Riforte for 10 turns, get ta laughin'! @-Lilium- rolled a 64 and a 2! 64. Character is now uncontrollably angry. This curse affects you for 2 turns, starting the next post post you make!
  10. 3 points
    jaistlyn

    contemporary movement

    For a moment, Darah calculated the pros and cons of finishing the job by severing Jasper’s head from his body. Killing him would be easy enough. It was the getting away part that would be a challenge. The Norkotians had long-range projectile weapons, and though she wasn’t as susceptible to pain as the rest, repairing herself after the skirmish would be troublesome in a way that she didn’t want to deal with. Besides, Mister Brecht would be far from pleased. Lupin made a little joke that went mostly unacknowledged, but it confirmed that he was in favour of an escape. “Fair enough,” Darah replied to Diric’s proposition, and looked at Esben to make sure that he lowered his bow. She didn’t release Jasper immediately; that would give them a chance to go back on their word once he was clear. Instead, she hauled him along with her to the edge of the treelines, forcing him to move backwards slowly by the pressure of the strings cutting into his neck. Only once Esben headed into the forest, Darah shoved Jasper in the direction of Dicken, cutting off his line of sight to her. Diric looked like the better of the two who would more likely keep his word. With a brief swish of long hair, she, too, disappeared quickly among the trees. The doll lying on the ground jumped up and followed, though it would take a sharp eye to notice its small figure.
  11. 3 points
    vielle

    The Light, Extinguished

    andraste líadáin From what she has heard on her travels, Aligoria occasionally shrouds itself in a dark haze, a veil that separates the city from prying eyes on the nights when the moon disappears. This one trait had attracted her like a moth to a flame; privacy is an elusive thing to the khenra, and she is not one to let go of something so advantageous. Andraste steps into the False Ship, moves along the edges of the room to conceal herself further. It is all too easy, shifting her stance into the shadows cast along the walls, turning her body just so to hide behind a larger patron. She does not take off her hood as she shuffles across the tavern floor, eyes dancing to and fro in search of the employer that had contacted her through a dream weeks ago. It had been a chilling experience, not quite because of its invasive nature, but rather—dream sharing brings the thought of bad memories, is all. Amongst the crowd, a sudden flash of pink skin draws her attention, and her gaze flickers towards its owner: the pig seated on a chair as if having moved there on the basis of a superior mind of its own, the Warpgolem standing tall in the corner beside the animal. She watches as a few more individuals step up towards that corner booth, and it becomes all too clear: that is the direction she must go. Andraste pulls her coat tighter around her, hiding the scars she still bears from the battle in Shawnee, and moves quietly towards the group, paws whispering over the floor. “I believe this is the special group I’ve been looking for, am I correct?” The khenra steps into the light, just slightly beside the seated hooded woman with a glass of wine in her grasp. “I believe so,” she drawls in response to the woman making the query, casting her gaze upon the mismatched collection of individuals gathered about the corner table: the towering hunk of steel, the pale-haired Drow, the young girl, the peculiar little pig. Despite what is perhaps their employer’s best efforts, the group certainly isn’t one for blending in, not with the diversity they are displaying so openly. “But in case I am wrong,” Andraste inclines her head in the direction of the seated woman, lips curling in faint amusement, “then forgive me. I’ve been quite—excitable, in recent times.”
  12. 3 points
    eirene valakis Freshly washed, lavender and citrus perfuming her skin, Eirene changes into a airy gown of green and gold, Coth’s serpent fashioned into a clasp holding the fabric together across her shoulder blades. It is not quite the ritualistic garments of the priestesses, but one that denotes her status within the clergy; it is a dress that one wears when visited by the head of the Church. Mari and Rhea had returned just moments after she had sent them away, glowing brightly with childish pleasure and gaiety. As they had stepped forward to bathe her in oil and honey, they had regaled to her what had occurred: Mother Eleanor had called for Eirene to join the priestesses, and Mother Isabelle had guided them as they had presented their acquired knowledge in the presence of Father Constans. The two girls had accompanied her out of the bath and into the changing rooms, and from then on, she had sent them to serve the other worshippers of the temple. Voices drift from the doorway at the end of the hall, and Eirene catches the last words of Mother Isabelle, spoken in a tone that invites further explanation for something yet unclear. "We shall hear your request, the Fidei Lena will not stand by while innocents get hurt. How shall we help, Father?" Striding into the main hall in graceful and measured steps, she stops short at the sight laid before her: the Father of their faith, flanked by god’s priestesses, holy and anointed: a most blessed sight. It is beauty beyond mere measure framed in ethereal sunlight. Eirene has the sudden urge to raise a hand and shield her eyes, slightly overcome. “Blessed Father, Favored Sisters,” she greets the others, inclining her head and allowing her crimson locks to spill forth from her shoulders. “Forgive me for my delay, though I believe with the joyous shrieks that have echoed through our hallowed halls mere moments ago, I was not quite needed yet.” Her lips curl into a beatific smile, and she tilts her head as she observes the curl of Father Constans’ mouth; it is not quite as worried as she had assumed it to be, but perhaps they must hear him out before any sort of judgement can occur. “I’ve heard mention of a request you ask of us, Father. Do tell us more, and how we may help, as Mother Isabelle has said.”
  13. 3 points
    There were a million things in the back of Cain’s skull unworthy of existence on the planet Valucre. Human lives twisted too far in the wrong direction and then assimilated into himself, parents he’d killed before possessing kids and knowing exactly how it had felt. Love lost; love found. All of who he had once been, was it gone? Had he ever known his name? A form weathered by the cold steel of harsh experience and softened by months of drink gone suddenly awry led his Dead to Chister. Chister was the rainy village up to which the rainy path led, and Cain walked worldless with a feeling of vague nausea. The nausea wasn’t driven by his withdrawals— well, it was kind of— but mostly by the sensation that something was off. Not the cries of women and children both innocent echoing from the city in the rain; that was totally commonplace to Cain. What felt off was the fact that such darkness could permeate a place that claimed to hold The Lion’s Lantern. No, there was nothing holy at all about what they came up on. Scents of wet grass were soon muddled with the scent of iron, of blood. The sounds of rain bore a deeper undertone, until the deeper undertone became the rallying shouts of men and monsters. The wet sand path, grainy and giving beneath their feet but (hopefully) adjusted to at this point, streamed intermittently with rivulets of water. The rivulets now ran red. The grasses now parted. The cries now overcame the rain. Cain turned, red brows furrowed over yellow eyes. Despite the rain he appeared very dry, and palpable warmth emanated from him even from feet away. It hasn't stopped raining for a year, came his voice from beneath yellow eyes and a mask. The level of Unnatural activity in this city doesn’t make sense for the Lion’s Lantern being here. He lifted his black-gloved hand into the rain. Now that they were beneath the clouds of darkness, looking up, it was hard to perceive them. That was because, now, they were within the farthest reaches of the black obscenity extending from the mountaintop. Behind them, yawning above in the downpour, was the series of pointed buildings that was Chister. A terraced building stories taller than the others was visibly either a city hall, the dwelling place of the highest noble in Chister, or both. In the distance, though the rain veiled much of what happened too many meters off, could be seen running citizens and creeping figures of large and dark stature. Despite the constant sky’s wet issuance, despite the smoke drifting from their masks and lips, a stillness could be felt reaching into the city behind Cain. He pointed to the terraced building, half-turned between the city and them. We fight to the noblemen. Ask how this happened here. That might give us a clue where the Lantern is. The team went down an alleyway leading into the city. The exiting mouth of the alley went into a marketplace. On the other side of the square were a few more blocks, then the tall terraced house. Cain was running before them through the alleyway leading up to the marketplace when the walls on either sides of them bloomed into splintered chaos. Shards of wood splashed against Cain’s back as he was cut off from the others by two giant bruisers of unnaturals. Both were upwards of a dozen feet tall with horizontal stature to match. One of them had a six-sided gear protruding from its face, the hole in the middle the place through which one might guess its sense of sight to come from and a giant hammer for a right hand.The other had one giant putrid, yelllowish-brown eye and long clawed appendages. Both of them appeared once to have been village people, their mundane clothes torn at convenient angles to conceal their private parts. What Cain burst out onto was a disgusting sight indeed. Had the entire village been murdered? No, definitely not, he thought, counting the corpse parts. There had to be some left. Surrounding the mound of burning corpses was a crowd of demons. They hadn’t beaten the main assault by any stretch of the term. Beyond the marketplace, Cain could see a wall had been erected around the noblehouse. The eruption of walls like fabric in the wind had alerted the skeletal, horned menagerie to look back. Cain backed into the alleyway, turning so he faced the back of the centaurian monsters facing the other Dead. He ripped the mask from his face and roared. Fight to the manor! Approximately fifty-six rays of black shot from Cain’s back to impale various incoming targets even as he turned, a staff tipped with a devastating blue spear manifesting in his hand as he turned. Closer to the burning pile of corpses was a blackened figure in a hooded robe. From the hood extended deerlike antlers.
  14. 3 points
    1ionFang

    Lirrey Lines

    "Deal." Karuna chimed in, not entirely sure if Lunara was within earshot. She followed suit, looking back at the portal in blunt curiosity. were they suppose to go through that? Like, a victory to defeating the big bad boss? The thought was amusing, but it may very well be the case. Also what was up with Armor guy's response? Not that you particularly care or anything, but she most certainly heard a little emotion in his tone. As much as she would love to rub it in, she isn't too sure how he would react. And she's not exactly in a fighting mood right now. After a few flights of stairs, they were back out in a now, relatively safe Town square. Karuna forcibly smiled at a particular individual who greeted her, inquiring if she had gone to the harbor. She remembers slaying this one. She really isn't sure how she should feel about any of this to be honest. She murdered these people, do they even remember? What was gained from this? She convinced herself that it was a valuable lesson, albeit one tainted in blood... that at the end of the day, she has unfinished business, and nothing was going to stand in the way of that. Not even her own morality. She was not sure how far down the rabbit hole she would go, but when the torrent of guilt, anguish, and remorse settles, she will most likely, never be the same; as are most people who travel this far in the plains. Perhaps not now, too soon to really process, but eventually she would come to terms with her 'selfish' desires to survive at least until she can resolve her unquenchable thirst for revenge. But for now, those emotions will be kept to herself. For now, it didn't happen. Repression. yes, that always leads to healthy results. Good thinking. She shook her head, realizing she took pause for a bit longer than she should. She looks back up at Lunara who was assumed to be watching Karuna expectantly. "Sorry! Right. the spell. Um..." she ponders mumbling out loud. " Well...Fae beings usually have an affinity for magic, but seeing as you has this newfound Eldritch power, I'm not really sure what spell to give you that wouldn't blow up in our faces immediately... Then again, I almost blew you up so..." She paused for a moment her arms crossed in contemplation. "I guess it would only be fitting to teach you that spell then huh?" She takes a few steps out in the open, still within earshot, but enough for her spell to be cast. She turned to Lunara, removing her robe, leaving only a burgundy crop top to cover her upper body. She tosses it between her, and the party. "So the trick to this spell, is to focus on a particular location or object. The stronger the input of magic, and I'm assuming you understand how magic works since you can cast illusions, the larger the flame, but the more focused, the more deadly. Ensuring you properly pronounce the spell is important too. Mispronouncing can lead to...shenanigans... Keep your eyes focused, Know your intent. Do NOT take your eye off the target while pronouncing this spell I cannot stress this enough. a-nd..." She raises her hand towards her tossed robe. "Inferno!" Her voice echoed with the magic she imbued into the spell. the space the robe inhabited began to glow red before it combusted immediately into a torrent of flames. As if the air around it was the fuel to the controlled, yet deceptively wild flame, the flame did not relent, scorching the ground as the cape flopped wildly in the gusty fire. the flame immediately ceased the moment she lowered her hands. Though the area was scorched black, the robe remained without scorch, only sizzling along with the crackling earth around it. "Give it a try. Your arsenal could use some offensive magic, I think."
  15. 2 points
    Qro Miser_13

    Hello and good evening

    Hello all its lovely to meet you. I am looking to get my rp itch scratched. This site had a very user friendly set up and the community looks very friendly. I have an imagination that never shuts off which is a blessing and a curse. Other than that I am a boring person. I like video games, walking, hiking, exploring, long walks on the beach, writing, etc. I am curious about this board posting rping. I have always done live chats or chat room type rps so i am excited to try this new system. A side note I can not stand grammar nazis, I come to these web sites for the fantasy and escapism. I hate it when I get corrected all the time for what there I use or I misspelled one word in an rp. I hope I can make some friends and get immersed in the world which this web site has created. I will be on my best behavior here and hopefully I won't offend anyone. Well I'm really bad at these things. Have a good day!
  16. 2 points
    Hmmmh! ? I think one more round to get the assassins' last round to report, and then I can post last to sum it all up and canonize ? Lovely work, everybody! Angst for days~
  17. 2 points
    @eggsinabasket @Rin One more round to close our parts out as well? I think maybe it would be nice to 'report back', or maybe even with @amenities.
  18. 2 points
    supernal

    GIF association

  19. 2 points
    Tyler

    GIF association

    (Okay, like seriously, I did not know it was Valentine's Day until I saw your gif just now. @Sorano ?)
  20. 2 points
    As Esben turned to reply, he heard a strange noise in the distance. The elf bit his lip as already they didn't get that far and there were sounds of fighting. Well, this was getting off to a poor start. It made him miss the study even more. He decided to go and just fight among the creatures ripping apart the villagers. He pulled out the bow and a few ice tipped arrows as he fired a few into the hearts of the attackers. And all was going well at first. He chuckled softly as he watched the arrows fly into the un-natural creatures. He spoke but nothing could be understood for the moment and the elf had no idea what was going on. He sighed as he shook his head, his hand shaking in his hand as he laughed. Almost lifting the bow but he didn't. What was going on? He didn't know.
  21. 2 points
    So cruel... lol
  22. 2 points
    Rin

    contemporary movement

    Esben stood there for a moment as he watched Darah and Lupin move into the trees. A botched assassination it seemed. How many non targets dead? Targets dead? The elf sighed as he lowered the bow. He didn't want to take them all on by himself, that would be stupid. Though possibly in the future come and disease them with his ore. He laughed to himself moving towards the trees, making his escape like the others, strolling at a pace until he too disappeared. Only his laugh remaining in the forest as he was gone.
  23. 2 points
    75 Curses everyone! We just need 25 more!! 1. Character can't stop crying for the duration of this curse. 2. Character's gender is swapped for the duration of this curse. 3. Character falls into a highly sensual romance with the first object they see for the duration of this curse. 4. Character's head will be on backward. 5. Characters face will disappear. 6. Character will be transformed into a tree. 7. Curse of Tongues-Afflicted character speaks in multiple languages at once for the duration of the curse. 8. Curse of Dread-Afflicted character is overcome with a deep sensation of dread for the duration of the curse. 9. Curse of Hilarity-Afflicted character is unable to stop laughing for the duration of the curse. 10. Character draws friendly fire in combat situations for duration 11. Turn into a Teletype for duration https://www.valucre.com/lore.html/terrenus/teletype-r646/ 12. Character forgets the last 15 minutes every time their name/nickname is said for the duration of the curse. 13. Character switches alignment for duration of curse. (Ex: Good becomes evil, lawful becomes chaotic, neutral changes to something else, etc...) 14. character hallucinates a swarm of spiders crawling on their body. 15. Berserk - disregards friend or foe, sees every moving thing as something to be defeated 16. Personality change - suddenly have an opposite personality (this can actually turn a gloomy person.. happy??) 17. Nightmare - seeing things that are not there or distorting everything into much worse than it is 18. Curse of The Djinn: Must speak in ryhme for a duration, cannot formulate any words or conjectures that don't have a matching couplet or otherwise it will be left unsaid 19. Curse of The Soldier: Must follow all suggestions, conversation, and vernacular as though they are direct orders for the duration 20. Cursing of the Mad God: Bursts of laughter, gibberish, and lies will emanate from you whilst you are convinced you must eat your weapon. 21. Curse of the Beefly: Turns into a Beefly. Random color of Beefly. 22. Curse of the Cat: Turn into a fluffy non-talkative cat 23. The character is compelled to hug all the other characters they come across, even if the circumstances would deem it inappropriate or awkward. 24. The character perceives traps everywhere they go where none exist. 25. The character must compulsively juggle items any time they come across two or more of the same object within easy reach. 26. Character will be transformed into a frog. (because seriously, it's the most cliche transformation out there) 26a. And require a kiss from royalty in order to break the curse before its duration 27. Character will be transformed into a horse. 28. Character will transform into whatever they fear the most! 28a. And overcome their fear because they got to walk a mile in the shoes of that thing? Maybe roll for 1 = overcome, 2 = over-empathize, and 3 = completely replace with new fear 29. Character's body will be changed into a geometric shape. (such as a sphere, cube, pyramid, etc.; no extremities and only able to wiggle for movement) 30. Character will blow up like a balloon and float away. (think Aunt Marge in Harry Potter 3) 31. Fragmentation curse. (could alternately be called a "Mr. Potatohead curse"; character's body falls into pieces that can individually function, but are no longer connected to one-another) 32. Body swap with another character. 33. The next item the character grabs is stuck to their body forever; they can never get rid of it until the curse wears off. 34. The character becomes incapable of visually seeing or perceiving living creatures. 35. When the character is travelling, a spectral servant follows them, clapping two halves of a coconut together to imitate the noise of a horse ? 36. The Fregoli delusion is a rare disorder in which a person holds a delusional belief that different people are in fact a single person who changes appearance or is in disguise. 37. Capgras delusion is a psychiatric disorder in which a person holds a delusion that a friend, spouse, parent, or other close family member (or pet) has been replaced by an identical impostor. 38. I can't remember the name of this one to look it up but basically no.2 in reverse, where the sufferer believes that a stranger is a close friend 39. All animals in the vicinity attack the character on sight. You become public enemy #1 to the local wildlife. 40. The character’s shadow detaches, Peter Pan style, to cause general chaos for the party until it is re-attached. 41. Character de-ages to their child self. Up to the player if they retain their adult memories. 42. Any time the character wishes to leave a building or location, a local bear appears behind them and the character must Exit, pursued by a bear. 43. Angry Cacti Curse: Character transforms into a cactus. 44. A swarm of bees is conjured, following you and stinging you until X amount of turns. 45. You are now able to see the future, but every vision is totally wrong. 46. All cats in the vicinity start seeking you out and following you. 47. Your clothes transform into a princess dress - of the most inconvenient variety, even with a crown! 48. You turn invisible (good? bad?) 49. Inversion curse: left is right, up is down, you wish to move right but end up moving left. 50. Open Book curse: all thoughts are audibly heard by everyone either telepathically or by voice. 51. Bitter Taste: everything one consumes has a bitter taste to it. 52. Pigpen Curse: All items worn or carried by the afflicted attract a cloud of dirt, dust, and flies for the duration. 53. Who, Me? Curse: Afflicted develops a strong, distracting body odor, detectable at ranges of up to 50' (more or less depending on local wind conditions) that the afflicted cannot smell themselves. 54. Hayfever Curse: All plant life the afflicted is exposed to, including plant parts such as stems, roots, and pollen, cause the afflicted to experience excess nasal discharge, uncontrollable sneezing, and excessively watery eyes for the duration. 55. Fell Asleep On The Beach Curse: The afflicted develops a full-body 1st degree sunburn for the duration, regardless of how much of their skin was covered when the curse was activated. 56. What Did I Just Touch? Curse: The afflicted experiences a severe poison ivy contact rash on a part of the body to be determined by another D100 roll (1 - 40: Arms and Hands, 41 - 80: Legs and Feet, 81 - 90: Chest and Back, 91 - 97: Face, 98 - 00: Genitals and Anus) 57. Oh My God That's So Funny! Curse: The afflicted thinks everything that's said by any other person in earshot is incredibly funny, but every time they laugh, milk comes out of their nose. 58. Dance, Pardner! Curse: The bottoms of the afflicted's feet feel like they are bare and on asphalt under the noonday sun in July in south Texas, as long as they are touching the ground (flying character may be able to cheat this one) for the duration. 59. You Dirty Motherfucker. Curse: The afflicted's hands are undetectably coated in a thin layer of jalepeno juice for the duration, causing every eye rub or ball scratch to deposit the substance somewhere it really, really ought not to be. (This curse is named after what I said, out loud, to the jalepeno, after I took it out of the grocery bag, set it on the counter, and scratched my nose.) 60. Dear God, There's MORE? Curse: An inviolable ghostly figure appears and begins listing all of the things that are wrong with the afflicted; personality flaws, physical attractiveness, mental deficiencies, sexual disappointments, etc, each backed up with supporting evidence from the afflicted's past (as distant as necessary). The ghost will occasionally stop talking for a few seconds, long enough to make the afflicted think the curse is over, then will begin again 60. Contagious Curse: Everyone touched by the afflicted individual will be cursed as well (roll for new curse for each individual effected). The carrier will not feel any different and won't have a way of figuring out they are spreading curses until they've already done so and reasoned it out. 61. Curse of the Hydra: The two closest people to the afflicted individual will be absorbed into their body and will become a head attached to said body. The original afflicted will maintain control of the body movements, but each head will be able to move independently. Every person subsequently touched by the afflicted will also be absorbed. 62. Character is transformed into a cow. However, if they wish to go home, they are excused. 63. Vicinity around character becomes almost unbearably hot. 64. Character is now uncontrollably angry. 65. Character becomes melancholic and battles with desires to quit current objective. 66. Character becomes giddily excited. 67. Let’s go Clubbing: Character’s arms turn into fingerless clubs. 68. Gingerbread man: Character becomes made of bread, and rain will cause them to dissolve. However, character’s speed is doubled. 69. Character turns into a mangy dog. 70. Every time the character speaks a loud bell clangs nearby, nearly deafening all within earshot. 71. Angry mom: A woman in a bonnet and apron with a frying pan chases your character, throwing deftly accurate sandals after them. 72. Angry dad: A man stands nearby, grimacing and shaking his head at your every decision. 73: Disappointed parents: Two elderly figures appear, making suggestions to better your character’s lifestyle. They’re not mad at your character’s decisions, they’re just a little disappointed. 74: The wasp effect: Character becomes a wasp, drawn to every flower they see out of a sense of duty. 75. Character falls in love with the first person or object he/she sees. 76. Rumble Curse: Every turn you are affected by the Rumble Curse, you roll a new d100 to determine which curse affects you this turn. 78: Beeflies of all types spawn near and swarm your character. 79: The Rude Scyzophrenic: A second, persistent voice enters your character’s head. Your character can still say whatever they want, but immediately after your character speaks, the voice booms from your character’s lips denouncing whatever your character just said. 80: Quzzical: Every statement your character makes must be a question. 81: Your character is blind for the duration of this curse. 82: Your character now deigns down on others, suddenly under the impression that they are of kingly/queenly stature and those around them are but squires. 83: Drunk: Your character is inebriated heavily for the duration of this curse. 84: Left Losey: Your character cannot turn left for the duration of this curse. 85: Kro’Gorah Kurse: Your character must speak in rhyme for the duration of this course. 86: Burning man: Everything you touch turns to flames. 87: Dancin’ Man: Nobody can hear your character’s voice. Instead, they must communicate through interpretive dance. Everywhere your character goes, he/she must dance. 88: Headless Horseman: Your character’s head turns into a jack-o-lantern! Keep it on their shoulders or carry it around! 89: BARUMPUMPUMPUM: Every time your character speaks, all that comes out is a melodic “BARUMPUMPUMPUM!” 90: Your character is convinced everyone around them is just a figment of his or her imagination. 91: Your character thinks they are invisible, but they are not.
  24. 2 points
    Tyler

    What do you know? [closed]

    "Well, that's interesting." Erin thinks as she enters the chamber. Cautiously kicking one of the mounds of rocks, she finds that they are indeed just a bunch of black stones. Nothing to be concerned about, presumably. Thus, she moves across the large, oddly bare room, reaching the portcullis on the far side and peering through it. Due to the darkness, she determines she needs to stick her torch through in order for it to be seen. This reveals another hallway on the opposite side of the wooden gate. It seems as though this room was locked off from the hallway, for some unknown reason. Whatever logic went into creating these catacombs continued to elude Erin, as she retraced her hand and regarded the wooden gate for a moment. Testing its strength and weight, she determines it to be solid, too much so to be simply kicked in. Lifting it also proves futile, though maybe with Darya's help she could get it up. The biggest question or whether or not it is worth the bother. No longer worried about being sneaky, Erin retreated back to the workshop, walking over to Darya and stopping beside the work bench. As she speaks, also snatches whatever is left of the non-perishable food, then begins examining the tools. Maybe these could be useful for getting through the portcullis, or one of the other doors, if necessary. "So there's a wooden gate in there, just leads into another hallway. I figure we could probably lift it if we worked together, if it's worth it. Otherwise we could try working open these two doors right here. Anything interesting among the books?"
  25. 2 points
    supernal

    What do you know? [closed]

    Books which Darya finds in legible condition Thessli Shards: a rare tome written in illuminated script on silk pages and which concerns itself with the Thessli guild of Selemath. Arcane Tablets of Reyse: a set of scrolls contained in a leather case and sealed with a wax emblem of Mageside, Genesaris. It gives one an uncomfortable feeling to hold it. Orthogonal Apocrypha: stone tablets lashed together by hempen rope and concerns itself with the Gaian Three as expressed by geometric figures. Codex of Superlative Beasts and Their Pieces: a folio of parchment written with fiery runes that burn to touch but which do not compromise the parchment. The introduction indicates it is desired by an arch-fiend from Rosinder, and useful for works of vivomancy. Erin walks to the portcullis with the torch and peers through; hearing and seeing nothing of interest, she sticks the torch through a gap in the portcullis. Below is what she sees; a wall, and a hallway
  26. 2 points
    vielle

    What do you know ooc

    Oh yeah, definitely ? I was pushing the event as something funny, really, no worries ? also @supernal anything of interest amongst the bookshelves?
  27. 2 points
    Tyler

    What do you know ooc

    So, Erin walks up to the portcullis and peers through. Presuming there are no sounds or movement to indicate life beyond, she might stick the torch through the holes if she can fit it. @supernal Also @vielle I imagine Erin "tossed" the spear, not "threw" the spear. I kind of meant that to mean that she basically "pushed" it toward her, with the shaft facing at a 90 degree angle. I can't seem to find a gif to illustrate this point, but imagine if you were tossing a shotgun or a rifle to someone, you wouldn't be throwing it like a spear, you'd be holding the barrel and just kind of pushing it through the air toward the other person so they could grab the barrel. Though admittedly it is kind of funny to imagine Erin literally throwing it. But that's not what I was trying to convey lol
  28. 2 points
    supernal

    What do you know ooc

    LOL erin: /chucks spear darya: can you not?
  29. 2 points
    vielle

    What do you know? [closed]

    Finding some unspoiled food, Darya quietly pockets some to carry, just enough to keep her movements unimpeded by extra weight. Discovering the simple first aid kit brings a slight smile to her lips; it might not seem like much, but it’s better than having nothing. “Found some food, a first aid kit, and some tools here, for the workbench,” she reports to Erin, opening the kit and digging around for some bandages. “Maybe we could—” "Hey." Darya startles as the spear flies through the air, and she just barely manages to grab ahold of it. “Please don’t throw anything sharp directly at wounded people,” she chuckles weakly; had she not been able to catch it, she could’ve been skewered. Erin does not seem to care either way, she thinks amusedly. "You'll need that more than me. Also, let me know what all those books are about... I think it's weird as hell that someone would have a workshop down here of all places." “Sure thing.” Darya puts aside the spear and turns to scan through the books on the bookshelf, pulling some out to study their covers. The sound of boots scuffing across the floor shifts her focus for a moment, and she watches in slight trepidation as Erin disappears into the darkened hallway. She does not tell the other woman to be careful, as it rather goes without saying. Left momentarily on her own, Darya quickly patches up her wound as best she can with the use of the first aid kit, and when she eases herself off from her perch on the workbench to stand on her two feet, the piercing ache has lessened to a dull throb. Either way, it can help her move forward just a little further. Her attention returns to the bookshelf, systematically exploring the contents, the book spines, the covers for any sort of clue, or important knowledge, or hopefully a map.
  30. 2 points
    danzilla3

    Terrenus military chatter v.2

    Need/want help?
  31. 2 points
    Iomhar rubs his chin in thought when the knight explains the prior situation with the reformed bandits. It is quite a shock that they had changed their minds so thoroughly on the matter of their own moral compasses over the course of one battle, and even moreso that they had been inspired by a relative stranger they had been fighting with, a knight though he is. But no matter, it is ultimately a good thing, and so the tabaxi merely nods in reply to Cerik. "Well, by my reckoning, we're actually a bit ahead of schedule. We could leave now, if you'd like. Could also wait for the, ah, more sane ladies of the trio to arrive and then leave, like I was thinking of doing. Or, if you really want..." Iomhar watches with an amused grin as the knight points towards the screaming woman clinging to the griffin in the distance. It is all too dangerous, that wild grapple Sera is engaged with, but it seems she has the situation under control for now, with the giant beast screeching in pain and frustration. Mostly frustration, Iomhar guesses. "We could take the time to wait for her, and hope she's let out all her anger on that griffin before she gets back here. I mean, I doubt even a prolific gambler would bet on that one, and she'll catch up to us anyways unless that griffin manages to kill her off. But it is an option." “Like minds think alike, my friend!” The tabaxi gives the knight a thumbs up, tugs his mule closer towards him as he continues. “I believe we could simply—” A sudden cry of pain streaks through the clearing, and Iomhar turns his head just in time to see the body of the griffin enveloped in a brilliant electric light, sparking up like a clumped mass of lightning bolts. He cannot see Sera, but it is rather obvious that the show of power had come from her. “Bravo! Bravo!” He claps his paws together; the show of magical skill that so resembles his own power over electricity is a sight to behold. The griffin hangs in the air, suspended for a brief second, before it begins plummeting down to earth, a woman following its descent to the ground. “Well!” Iomhar turns to Cerik and shrugs, mouth slightly open in disbelief. “Perhaps we needn’t wait too long for her after all.”
  32. 2 points
    vielle

    Frostbitten

    ardís valkyrja Ardís does not speak for some time on their journey, but then again, no efforts to converse have been turned her way either, so it is all well and good. She does not particularly care for idle talk right this moment, with her mental reserves diverted towards ignoring the biting winds, the stinging cold. After a while, the winds soften into a murmur, and Ardís watches the work of the magestorm, the snowflakes floating down from the heavens and entangling in her ivory locks. The sight brings a slight ache to her chest, dulled from constant rumination— A howl pierces through the quiet, soon joined by an increasing multitude of answering cries, the promise of bloodcurdling violence audibly razor-sharp. The dwarf and the blonde woman just a few paces beyond her turn to gaze at their surroundings, and the declaration is punctuated by a startlingly loud yip. "I believe we're here." She watches the man with the arquebus prepare his weaponry as he suggests that they seek shelter, watches the dark-haired boy unveil his pitch-black shortsword as the wind howls around them, punctuating the distant growls in the grey. Ardís follows suit and pulls one of her swords from its sheath strapped to her torso, the angelic runes etched upon the cool gleam of the metal glinting as she raises it up, falling into a familiar combative stance. Without a moment to spare, she turns her focus to the whitewashed landscape for any peculiar moving shapes against the snow. "But, what if they already know we're here, and are tracking us? Would shelter not give them the perfect means to corner us?" “We must be prepared for a fight either way,” she murmurs almost absently, low enough for only those within the group to hear. Without waiting to see if anyone responds, Ardís untangles herself from the rope tied to her waist and surges forward to place herself as a vanguard at the head of the caravan. @Artificer @Fierach @HollowCipher
  33. 2 points
    carrionjackal

    TOL mentor

    Frequent but short posts. Someone who possibly lurks but isn't so very tied up with other IC endeavors ?
  34. 2 points
    No worries at all, just checking on folks
  35. 2 points
    SteamWarden

    TOL mentor

    *nervously raises my hand* I have interest as well. Not sure how many you may need since you have ODST and Vielle wishes too as well.
  36. 2 points
    Ataraxy

    Atarawr Art Store of Chibis

    I'm calling this an "Art Shop" but it's basically more like "I'll draw you stuff cause drawing is fun and if you wanna be nice and feed me I'll take some money" LOL Hiya party people! So some of you may have witnessed or still be witnessing as I learned to draw with pen and pencil. As of a few days ago, I bought myself a drawing tablet. A $500 Samsung Tab A 10.1 to be precise. And, uh, well that was like a months worth of food for when I'm in law school this summer... lmao... so I figured I'd start this up for whatever people are generous enough to give. For those of you who don't know me or been keeping up with my drawing, my name is Ataraxy and well, I'm learning to draw hahaha That's not to say I'm bad at drawing, I'm just no, uh, well I'm not a Micheal Angelo lmao I guess you'll see in the reference photos down below ? 1. Number One! The first thing you can ask me to draw for you is what I like to call a SuperChibi. Essentially you direct me to a character (please have a reference photo, drawing from words is a lot harder) and a Superhero of you're choosing. If I'm not confident with that hero or the costume is to difficult, I'll let you know! How much? Um, well, I'm not super sure but I'd like something around 6 dollars for 2. Price can be changed whenever I want but if you strike a deal with me for a certain price and I change the price, you get the price pre-change. Man of my word so if I say 6 bucks to you, that's what you pay. Pay is up for negotiation though. I know there are other poor, poor college students on here like myself so I'm also down for like, art trade or maybe even you gimme something IC. Grab me an artifact and I'd certainly draw you some fun lil' chibis lmao *Pay should be done through Paypal but I'm open to other venues for real life cash haha 2. DINOCHIBIS! Your character in a cool dinosaur suit. These are really fun to draw lmao Be warned that I usually use pose references/ templates cause I'm still learning how to draw proper anatomy and all that. Price is the same as a the Supercheebs 3. Another type of chibi. I'm up to try anything, but fair warning, if I've never done it before I can't guarantee normal quality. I'll certainly, as I always do, try my best. Like the others, price is negotiable and I'll really just take whatever you're able/ willing to give me lol though because these are harder i'mma say I'd prefer something closer to 5 dollars each for these. No examples of these yet lmao sorrrryyyyy
  37. 2 points
    AngryCacti

    [Silver Harbor] Iron Queen

    Tana listened impassively to Avarice’s speech, moving only to tip her hand in a casual salute when he referred to their agreement. The four goals he presented were a good foundation for a plan. Silence the guns, destroy the backup, retrieve the log book, and sink the ship. She appreciated the simplicity. Personally, she would have rather slit the throats of the crew while they were sleeping, but this approach worked too. She could tell he was being less than transparent with the group. It was subtle, but there was something in the way a few details never lined up or in the way he spoke that tipped her off. Tana didn’t care. In a meeting like this, it was expected that some truth would get left out. Besides, she herself had not been truthful with him. She made no reaction at the mention of smugglers except for a slow, lazy blink. This was not the first she had heard this information nor was it the first time she had heard of the Iron Queen. Any smuggler wishing to operate through the port did business with the Iron Queen’s captain at some time in their career. And thus the reason behind Tana’s involvement. It does not pay well to compete with the leading trust in the smuggling business. Tana’s boss had made her position on working beneath the Iron Queen crystal clear. The thief had paid little attention to the lecture- something about a “power vacuum“ and “good riddance”- so much of the politics fell on apathetic ears. She took what she needed to know to complete the job and moved on. Now, seeing the objectives of the group laid bare, Tana took interest at the mention of the log book. There was scant detail, but her employers had been emphatic about Tana’s retrieval and/or destruction of certain documents kept aboard the ship. The log book sounded like a good place to start. Of course, she would give the book to Avarice. Most of the book. Out of the corner of her eye, the thief caught a glimpse of the wine woman smiling at her. She had introduced herself a Tara. It was a tragically common name to fit the woman’s tragically common face. Her interest in Tana’s entrance had not gone unnoticed. While a glance and smile from a girl usually meant good things for Tana, the smug, knowing undertones of this grin caused her to rethink her earlier assessment of the alcoholic. Dangerous? Yes. Wise enough to keep to herself? Apparently not. She turned her head to meet Tara’s glance with eyes that remained sharp and cold. Tana didn’t much care if Tara knew too much, but if she was foolish enough to think that it would be funny or advantageous to use said knowledge to interfere with Tana’s goals... There would be problems. Problems that could be easily resolved with a sharp enough knife. The glance lasted only a fraction of a second before Tana schooled her countenance into a playful smirk and blew a silent kiss to Tara. The rest of the speech passed without incident. The dhampir took care of the Red Venom problem and Tana waited for Miss Pirate Mysterioso to finish stating the obvious. Tana slouched in her chair, running a finger along the grain line of the back. These people weren’t idiots. She might even deign to call some of them intelligent. “I have no objection to any plan so far,” she started in her usual drawl. “Now if- Tara, was it?- can actually stand on the claims she served us, then by all means, let her take out the defenses alone. However,” She paused and swept a glance across the meeting, “Two heads are better than one, especially pretty little heads like ours. We take out the cannons in twice the time and get an extra person on board in case anything drastic happens.” It was a courtesy suggestion. Agreed or not, Tana would be on board that ship. She preferred not to have to fight two parties. “If there’s someone else who’s good at not being seen, a third person would be beneficial as well.” She glanced at the other woman in the room. “If not, we’ll need a diversion at some point.”
  38. 2 points
    Hani

    Write with Me

    @Die Shize @zackrobbman Im really sorry for how long it’s taking me to reply. It’s been difficult to reply since my workload for school practically takes up all of my time. I Don’t think it’s fair for me to make you guys wait so long, and I haven’t been giving it my all into my posts because of the lack of time, so I think I’m going to have to drop. I really enjoy roleplaying with you guys. Your posts are amazing, and I wish I could do more to contribute to the story. Im really sorry.
  39. 2 points
    SteamWarden

    Heroes and Villains

    I feel like this would be great for an episode similar to how certain anime do things. Example? The entire Black Butler season of random ass stuff. Just an entire season of the heroes and villains doing weird things together.
  40. 2 points
    Die Shize

    [Chat] How was your day?

    Today I woke up. I drank coffee. Said no to the shower. I opened my door. It was morning. There were trees. I entered my car. It has a steering wheel. Someone is named Fred. I never met him. But someone is named Fred. Left work, had lunch, spotted clouds, turned around and thought about chicken it was the best day ever the end.
  41. 2 points
    amenities

    [Chat] How was your day?

    Today was pretty awesome. The weather in CO is really looking up (we hit the 60's F today, ha @ all you midwestern and notherners!), so I went on TWO—count em— TWO walks! As I was walking I was like damn I could be really productive today and try to take care of this dead brake light on my car during lunch. Remember, my day is still going well at this point. I eat my lunch really fast so I have like 40 minutes, then speed to the auto parts store (not TOO fast, chill). I don't take my jacket 'cause it's nice out, and google what bulb I need and I'm like k boom. Get there, pick out my bulb, am walking up to pay, and I FORGOT MY WALLET IN MY JACKET AT THE OFFICE! So I go back to the office after apologizing profusely, don't even wanna go back to the same auto parts store I just made a fool of myself in, and my time is dwindling. At this point, my day has begun taking a weird turn. Now I've told my coworker I'm going to go change my bulb so when I run back into the office out of breath to grab my wallet, he's like "wow that was fast" and I'm just like "No," and leave. I've got my wallet this time. I get to A DIFFERENT auto parts store (I have embarrassed myself out of the other one) and pick out my bulb. This genius gentleman at the counter looks at it and goes "Oh for your car I'm pretty sure you actually need this one!" And I'm like okay car guy, sure thing! He says "You might want to look though just to be sure before you open it" I'm like "Okay" while thinking (yeah right I don't have time) Get back to work, pop open the back casing for my tail light, and IT'S THE WRONG LIGHT. Long story short, I've resolved to just have a dead tail light for a few more weeks and my day is dumb now.
  42. 2 points
    Khepri was poised between the two, touch still light on Tobias and body tense. She was as possessive and protective as a lioness, torn between two loyalties. While their banter was relaxed, she was not, she likely wouldn't be until her Tobias was well again. "We need to rebuild." Khepri said, "If you long for battle you can help the women out at the guard posts, there is plenty of fighting out there. We do not actively seek fights and war, we merely defend the temple....though we are in need of Priestesses, and often bloodshed is needed to free them and bring them here to sanctuary. You can join that team if you wish." Carefully climbing over Tobias she stood and stretched for a moment, extending her hand to let Phillip sniff it and give his ears a scratch. "A much more personal mission of mine is to help Tobias." She said, "He is not well and I need to find a way to repair him...." Her worried eyes turned back and looked at him. He was in bad shape and she didn't know if he could even be repaired - the very thought filled her with dread. Not again, she didn't want to go through that again.
  43. 1 point
    Dreamer

    Sokui no Rei (Jigoku no Toshi)

    With quick haste, he was past her, tending to Noi who was about ready to lose her mental stability over the crowd inching toward her pregnant frame. Wordlessly she watched them for a moment, not wanting to interfere with her care. What came next seemed unorthodox of Koji. The emperor could have handed the young prince to any of the maids that usually tended to him. Yet here he was, seeing how well she would adapt again, this time with his own son. Daring if those around him should ask, Kimi hated her. The very thought of Katiya holding their son would have her clawing away at her grave. A dangerous game, she locked eyes with him and slowly smirked. "Of course." She reached for him, carefully transferring Akui to her arms. Though she didn't make any strange cooing sounds to get him to stop fussing. Instead for the first couple of moments she sway lightly. Ruby eyes lingered down to watch his rather curious gaze, it was something she hadn't seen before, truly marvelous colors mixing together. Both monsters, it seemed their bond was instant, though she wasn't about to let anyone know her inner thoughts. With exception of a small smile that curled on her glossed lips. Without so much as a gaze to the other servants she spoke, "Bring me a bottle." They didn't need any more than that before two rushed off to procure one for her. As they waited, she continued to sway lightly, walking every couple ones, as if it was a small dance without music or song. Their energy seemed calm against each other, which left Katiya bringing her attention to Koji and the new Shogun, Koharu, who had made a speech after her own. Dare she wander that way, instead she simply watched the exchange, perhaps she would meet Koharu at some point. For now her request was met and a servant presented a warm bottle. After testing it on the back of her hand to make sure they didn't try and burn him or should it smell off, she carefully fed the fussy prince. If they had waited any more then everyone would hear the cry of the future emperor.
  44. 1 point
    Ace

    TOL mentor

    Is this... like a clarification of what's needed in a mentor? ? Sorry I'm dumb.
  45. 1 point
    Sorano

    GIF association

  46. 1 point
    Die Shize

    [Chat] How was your day?

    I sense that I am about to pass your test like a victim of goja-moja juice passes urine. Black. No cream.
  47. 1 point
    amenities

    [Chat] How was your day?

    Compelling journey!!! Tell me, was there cream in your coffee?
  48. 1 point
    vielle

    Heroes and Villains

    I'm committed to this to the very end; I've still got some more stories to tell in the deep dark depths of Palgard! ❤️ A roleplay only goes on for so long as the members are interested in it and are willing to make things thrive even in the rough patches ?
  49. 1 point
    notmuch_23

    A (Temporary?) Trinity

    "Artificial irrigation," Thurgood says before taking a drink from his pop, "I was thinking if we could dam the Symarron, it would provide a store of water, a source of electricity to move it, and control any seasonal flooding. That alone should boost agricultural yields, but we could also monitor and correct soil chemistry naturally until I can start a petrochemical industry." "If I read correctly," Aveline says, again to Varda, "your house does a lot of work with agricultural and horticultural science. Maybe you could engineer crops that are resistant to disease, pests, and require less resources overall, with an eye towards making them easier to mechanically harvest." If Thurgood and Aveline can help House Hildebrand modernize their agriculture, it would be able to feed a growing population and introduce it to technology at the same time.
  50. 1 point
    THE PRETTY PARAGON As the first ghost ship touched the sandy shore, there came a second. This new ghost ship was quite similar to the first one but possibly different too. Within it was a pack of figures, all dressed in varying long coats. These figures are one and all soldiers, warriors supposedly devoted to the necromancer Lilith. For what reasons have this vile party appeared right here and right now? What reason do they have to infect such precious, pristine and virgin land with their vile and perverse presence? Whatever the reason is, one thing is clear, they are all on shore leave as one by one the passengers all jumped out either through the port or starboard side of the ship, their boots landing quite haphazardly against the sandy beach with nary a concern for whatever island life that may have stepped on. Within such a party was a little girl, her body hidden underneath that long hooded coat of hers. Her leap down was quite graceful, her landing rather succinct. One could say she was the epitome of childish beauty, of that edgy, forbidden allure that was supposedly reserved for those young in both mind, body and soul. Her tiny boots half sunk into the sandy beach as she joined her group in trudging towards the denizens of the other ship, towards the woman called Lilith, the woman the group called their "Commander." The girl had called herself the Pretty Paragon, one that fits the enchanting glamour of her youthful visage. Yes, she was pretty but so too was the price of her head. But she was not one to care for such trivialities. She had always directed her concern elsewhere, towards the whims and desires of her new master, her "Commander." Finally, her steps had led her to her final goal, in front of her esteemed Commander. She nodded then to acknowledge the presence of other beings but her eyes were fixated on that solitary figure of her Commander. So she spoke then, the words gushing out of her mouth with reckless abandon. "Commander, fancy meeting you here. Khakina, the Pretty Paragon, at your service."
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