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  1. 5 points
    Samael follows the Commander’s gaze as she scans the cliffsides, a portion of his focus firmly affixed on the towering creature in the middle of the dark crevice. As of now, the group is split between those on the swamp side of the pit and those at the forest side of the pit, and so perhaps the only course of action left is to— Lilith pushes him away from a Nightmare’s furious path, and he watches from the sidelines as she punches the monster and flings it into the crevice, Samael looks to the Commander and pointedly does not sigh. That glint in her eyes as she gazes into the pit speaks volumes of what she is about to do. "Shout or throw something up if you live." There is nothing else to it; Samael is thrown off the ledge, greedy fingers of darkness crawling up his diminutive form as he spirals down into the abyss, wordless in his descent without nary a scream of terror. For a few breathless moments, he is suspended in vertigo, weightless by air and weighted by gravity, and just as he’s wondering where the fatal drop ends and he goes splat on whatever hard surface he is to meet at the bottom of the cliff— —harsh and cold waves envelop him, sucking him down to the depths of a lightless sea. Not for the first time this day, Samael wonders if he is about to die.
  2. 5 points
    As soon as the first shambling hordes began to arrive, the Watchers drew their swords and went right into it, hacking, slashing and slicing through them with single blows. Though it need not be said they all were veteran fighters that had survived countless trials, this time, they moved perfectly in sync with each other. Far removed from the time when they battled individually, they organized and combined their attacks, one striking, the other defending. As per Nathan’s plan, they grouped together into a wedge formation. He and Max took point, blasting aside or incinerating corpses with lightning and fire respectively. The Morn twins took each flank, dispatching corpses with their spears. Gale brought up the rear with his water, which had been blessed beforehand, doing additional damage to the enemy. Geisers of steaming hot water erupted from the ground and pulverized rotting flesh. One step at a time, the Watchers cleared each street they came across. At any time they came across a larger cluster of the dead, they combined their attacks to devastating effect. To any watching them fight, it became clear these men wielded foreign magics. With a flash, Nathan conjured a lightning storm; clouds and electrical energy crackled about his fist and his sword. Any foe caught in it was vaporized. When combined with Gale and Max’s water and fire Magic’s, the three created a whirlwind; a torrent of scorching heat and steam that obliterated every enemy caught in its path. ((Meant for this to be longer, but I didn’t have the time))
  3. 4 points
    supernal

    Want to join a noble house?

    It's been over a month since the bump in the last thread of this nature I posted and am posting a new one to take advantage of the widget House Dali is my noble house in Ursa Madeum. I have a lot of plans for it, some already done, some in the process, and some still just aspirations. Everyone is pretty engaged so the answer is, get more people! You can learn more about Dali here: https://www.valucre.com/topic/40402-lost-house-of-dali/ Some previous accomplishments, to give you an idea of things you can do which benefit both your character and the overall House Arranged marriages and / or formal trade agreements between other noble houses or external entities Aided a noble house in investigating a suspicious death - the Wyrmalkers of House Dali are experts in intelligence Established Faux-ton fast travel posts between Dali estate, Casper, Biazo, and have now connected Andelusia and Misral via their estate connection and a connection in Qrill (a town in Misral) Established a vineyard in Biazo Established a museum and art gallery in Misral Trend-setted some fashion standards and social networking at high class events And the stuff that I'd like to do and need help with: Create a magical lie detector off schematics and a non-functional prototype made by House Tankred The vineyard is a business - make it more successful Gain an additional 5 square miles with another expansion thread - always open; one pass completed by token! Forge more alliances inside and outside of Ursa Madeum - WIP with token, supernal, and minuet! We have a lot of transmutation characters but could use more for the other guilds: Abjuration, Enchantment, Divination, Illusion - turquoise made a divination character! Replace Tansy Wyrmwalker - in this case the existing character would transfer to you as a player rather than making a new character Become a head of household / family sub-branch and lead yourself, your branch, and the Dali family tree to greater glory I'm specifically looking to grow the Dali house so your character would either be a Dali from blood or marriage, whether recent or long past. You would also pick one of the sub-families/branches to be a part of (Wyrmwalker for intelligence, Goldcourt for fashion, etc)
  4. 4 points
    ... .. . I couldn't help it. It just describes Lunara perfectly.
  5. 4 points
    Erin = Frustration I don't think I need to explain this one to anyone who has ever RPed with Erin. lol
  6. 4 points
    King

    Genesaris AMA.

    My apologies for the delayed response. I didn't even see this message. So, there's a lot up with that. The artifact system has undergone a slight change. All relics/artifacts are now linked per-player, which essentially means the relics themselves are now all on the same wavelength in terms of strength classification. Even though I haven't finished crafting the sub-legendary/sub-exotic relics, if you compare the power of the three lost swords to other s-class artifacts around the forum, they are incredibly powerful. They also retain this level of power across the board (meaning they're just as strong in Terrenus, Renovatio, or Genesaris). I feel that when set beside other "certified relics," as you put it, they're more than deserving of their limitation. It's clearly stated this is not the case with the cornerstones. The Cornerstones are only able to reach their full potential inside of Genesaris-- in which case I am the authority on that matter. Beyond that realm of interaction, a cornerstone's strength could very well be halved, or reduced even further (depending on the board leader's prerogative). That being said, the stones-- like all of the relics I've created --are subject to change. So, there's no need to panic. And, of course, there's no need for you to participate in a quest you don't want to. Hope that answers your question.
  7. 4 points
    SweetCyanide

    H&V Episode 1: A City Abandoned

    LADY WITH THE SNOW WHITE HAIR.. ______________________________________________________________________________ “But maybe we could grab drinks sometime?” For someone so tantalizingly seductive it was almost illegal, she was, and she is, incredibly dense. Her hand flinched. It wasn't that much of a reaction, but she saw the sweat forming on his brow from the corner of her eye. Why so serious? It's not like I'm gonna eat you alive, boy. "Hmm," Let's see; he was adorable, definitely way, way younger than she was, and he looked so pale she could mistake him for a ghost. Ah what the hell, she doesn't really have a reason to say no. All her friends were pretty uncomfortable around her anyway, judging by how her colleagues still profusely remember a—lot. And by god, do they remember a lot. That was like, ten years ago. Ten. High-school. So what if she pushed that dick-weed jock into the manhole? Ferdinand didn't care. Sure, he really hated the guy. Everyone hated that guy; but when are they gonna get over it? A snip came right above his ear, thinly slicing off the hair. "Sure, hon. How bout' we share numbers and I'll hit you up when I'm free?" She spun the scissors into her apron pocket and started blow-drying his hair, running fingers through his scalp. "I'm more of a wine kinda gal. Cliche', right?" Cliche, sure, but she just didn't want to admit she was a lightweight. A minute later of fussing over the hair and whipping out a super cool wax gel, "Perfect!" it was finally done. Roxy gave his reflection a big smile. She's outdone herself yet again. Like a shot through the heart, it'd slowly become more and more alarming the longer she stood there, the longer she'd stare at him a little too deep in his mirror's reflection, that Calvin looked ridiculously familiar—it almost felt uncanny. Like seeing a more boyish, somehow incredibly softer, way more younger, version of your one night— Oh. Failing to stop herself from laughing and successfully getting looks from all around, she ruffled his shiny blonde locks now that they've been conditioned and styled in a way she assumed that Mr. Calvin Church wouldn't mind. "You like it? I tried to do what ya asked; but with a little bit more oomph, y'know?" She squeezed his shoulders. Shot the mirror a another red piercing look. "Now that you're dolled up and ready to get all the ladies to jump on your high-horse like there's no tomorrow," Roxanne leaned closer to Calvin and gave him a devious grin, whispered in a husky voice. "gimme a tip for ripping me off'a my alone time and lying to my boy-pal." Cash slipped into her fingers rather easily. The devious grin on her face softened back into a playful smile. She pecked him on the head and joyfully, skipping away waving—and yelling 'bye-bye, Callie!' in a rather sing-song tease. How did she know? Calvin would never find out. The lady with the snow-white hair had her secrets, and she wasn't telling any. She dropped the apron on a hanger near the EMPLOYEES ONLY door and vanished once more. New buddy? Acquired. Barber skills? Goddamn perfect. Extra cash? I'm gonna— Get back to business. She shut the door behind her and ripped off her pants, falling onto the couch and shoving her entire arm into the folds just to yank out a little phone. Then started the magic. The bottom of her silvery-white locks moved upwards as if they'd began to defy gravity, twirling and curling, slithering and falling into place like obedient snakes that knew how to ball themselves up into a seamlessly perfect bun on her seamlessly perfect mop of hair. Strands of her slithering hair crawled onto the scratched glasses that laid there on the carpet; alien-like in all of it's movements as it placed and fixed the optics onto her face. Roxanne had felt absolutely natural. Like her hair was a third arm she used to scratch her ass. "Let's see," Her thumb navigated through the digital screen, switching on the TV and finding, who could've thought; Palgard General Hospital. Steve stood from where he curled up and stared alarmingly at the other, more bigger digital screen. His phone number had stayed written on her wrist. She was starting to think if she gave off the wrong impression.
  8. 3 points
    Just one emotion but you can define it broadly and use foreign words if they capture more subtleties And that's the run of it
  9. 3 points
    King

    Genesaris News and Updates

    03/13/2019 A relic update. There has been a slight change to the rules regarding the Genesaris Cornerstones. In an effort to avoid players circumventing a large portion of nature behind the stones' system, quest threads for the stones are no longer subject to meaningful interruption. Threads that go without posts for too long will be considered defunct and the stone in question will be made available for other players to obtain via questing.
  10. 3 points
    supernal

    I mean, really now

    "I'd prefer the suit." Eldwine nodded. A simple, declarative statement. No equivocation, no clever little word-traps. Already in the middle of pulling one of the wire-frame suits out for himself, Eldwine merely positioned himself out of the way so the others could grab their own equipment as needed. ". . . but will take the other suit . . ." A wrinkle. Eldwine spared Xavier and Erin a passing glance, and no more than that. A quick flick of the eyes which allowed him to survey, in the single instance which he allowed himself, their demeanor, as informed by their postures, the positions of their arms, the geometries of their faces as lit up and shadowed by the slow pulse of the VIP room's custom light show. Tensions, though far from a critical mass, were mounting. He didn't expect professionals to blow a payday over something comparatively trivial, but Eldwine had seen stranger things, and had been as or more petty himself on more than one occasion. Rather than intervene and attempt to defuse, Eldwine's response was to be quicker about fitting the suit on. His simple reasoning being that it would be much harder for either of them to turn on him and take his suit if he already had it secured. " . . . as our leader . . . he'll be taking one . . ." Eldwine looked up at Lycoris at nearly the same moment she motioned towards him, drawing a line from her hand to his person, asking them all to look his way. They would do so just as he fastened the final snap around his collar. "You know what? I guess I am." His question was a surprise – his statement homed in with a sense of finality, emblematic of a radical but effortless readjustment on Eldwine's part to the circumstances. He was so accustomed to deferring to higher ranked agents, to bowing the head to Lady Halisera, to merely being an arm to that greater Dali body, he sometimes forgot how authority flowed. But Lycoris reminded him that here, now, he was the fountainhead. "If it'll fit, give the suit to the guy with biceps the size of melons. I mean, really now."
  11. 3 points
    Infernal

    General chat thread

    Working on posts, thinking of doing a Sleepy Hollow-esque story in Ursa Madeum with my Oscar Tree.
  12. 3 points
    Wade

    H&V Episode 1: A City Abandoned

    My thoughts were on Roxanne later that night. I was still reeling from the fact that I’d gotten her number. What I’d done to deserve it, I never could’ve told you, but it didn’t matter so much as the fact that I’d gotten got her number. Bogwandi’s gonna freak. As I flopped onto the couch, a part of me suspected the digits were made-up. A girl like her probably got asked out all the time, so it made sense that she could’ve played me on the spot. But even then, I was in too good a mood to really consider the possibility. One second it was there, the next I was throwing in the metaphorical trash, replacing it with a celebratory bag of peanut N&N’s while I turned on the news. “-and we are breaking it now with a report of a recent explosion downtown. It happened sometime after 9:00 PM tonight, in an old office building across from Palgard General. It was followed shortly by gunfire as members of the King Spiders converged on the hospital, and police are responding as we speak-“ Click. I flew from the sofa and ran to my room, then dug out a small cardboard box from the air vent behind my bed. I dumped its contents on my dresser: a cobalt suit jacket, matching blue pants, knee-high socks, and a ridiculous white scarf. It looked like something straight out the colonial era, dashed with a hint of royal flair. My costume, in other words. It looked awful. Smiling, I reached under the bed a second time and pulled out another box. Inside was a butterfly knife, a tricorn hat, brown leather shoes, and a plain white mask; no lips, no nose, just eye slits and a black spandex hood. I threw those in a gym bag while I changed into everything else. The finishing touches were a silenced 9mm, which I’d bought off the black market, and a dark Kevlar vest, which I’d also bought off the black market. It should’ve been surprising how easy it was to purchase them when I did, but Palgard was Palgard. Anyone over the age of five could’ve bought an arsenal. So long as you had the money, the subtlety, and you knew the right people, the door would always be open to you. It was that easy. Once the suit was on, I threw track pants and a sports hoodie overtop. Nothing showed, not the scarf, nor the knee-high socks. I grabbed my keys and made my way down the stairwell until I reached the apartment’s underground parking lot. Waiting in the corner was an old Leon Crusader, polished to a shine and looking like the day it rolled off the factory lines. It had been a gift from my parents when I turned sixteen, and I’d been taking care of it ever since. A lot of the money I saved as a result of my scholarship had gone towards refurbishing it. “Okay,” I whispered, tossing the gym bag over to the passenger seat. I was already planning out the quickest route to the hospital as I thundered onto the street. “Nothing crazy tonight,” I reminded myself, turning on the radio. “Remember, you still feel awful-” I’M BURNING THROUGH THE SKYYY, YEEEEAAAAAH TWO HUNDRED DEGREES, THAT’S WHY THEY CALL ME MR. FAHREN-HEEEEEEIIIIIIIIIIT I’M TRAVELLING AT THE SPEED OF- I turned off the radio. Eddie Mercury got me way too pumped. I slowed down later when a roadblock flashed less than a kilometer away. Police were redirecting traffic away from downtown, making room for ambulances to come and go, alongside the occasional firetruck honking away at breakneck speeds. Behind them, roiling black smoke billowed into the night sky, and the familiar rattle of gunfire turned the air brittle and sharp. I turned on a side street before I had the chance to get caught up in the blockage. At some point, I found a parking spot in a neighbourhood area close to my old high school. There wasn’t anyone around but I found an alley just to be safe, where I had time to change and hide my bag in a dumpster, under several layers of garbage. “Mask on,” I recited, ready to pull the spandex over my head. Then I paused, turned the mask over, and looked at it for a good ten seconds. It’s missing something. I pulled out my butterfly knife, letting the ends snap in a quick flourish. I started dragging the blade across my palm, careful not to cut too deeply. A thin blue line appeared and began to weep dark rivulets, and I flicked my hand like a whip, spraying the mask with blood. Badass. The cut coagulated instantly; however, it didn’t fully heal. I could seal minor injuries at the cost of a few hundred calories, depending on the severity of the wound. Scarring was usually non-existent, which saved me a lot of trouble. I couldn’t imagine explaining to someone why I’d gone through an emo phase as a cover-up story. “Mask on,” I repeated, slipping the spandex over my head. One tricorn and two white gloves later, and I was ready to venture out into the chaos. Clang, clang, clang. Huff, huff, huff. “Oh wait, NO-“ That was me climbing ladders and jumping across rooftops. Eventually, I found a solid vantage point overlooking all of Palgard General. It was an absolute disaster down there. Good thing I had chosen the valiant struggle of parkour. I crouched low to the floor, holding on to my hat as a bullet pinged nearby, and scanned the streets for anything of interest - anything that didn’t involve walking directly into a firefight. My powers weren’t particularly flashy, and I had to be smart about how I used them. Death wasn’t the preferable end to my official debut as a hero. A blur of cyan and magenta suddenly caught my eye, bright and quick. I probably wouldn’t have seen it from the ground below, so that was another point in favour of parkour. Reflex rocketed my body into a mad dash as the neon glow disappeared around a corner, and I ran and ran and ran, arms pumping, legs swinging, until my chest burned like fire and sweat beaded my forehead. My efforts were rewarded when the neon flared back to life. I grinned underneath my mask. It ziplined to the rooftop ahead of me and took off with the ferocity of a handicapped wolf. Handicapped, because it appeared to be carrying something rather large on its shoulder. A white lab coat suggested it was a person, a doctor of sorts to be specific. What does the infamous Beast want with a doctor? I wondered. An explosion abruptly tore me from my thoughts. I glanced to the left in time to see debris raining from the sky- -before someone caught it with their hands. And they were flying. I paused. Everyone did, I think. It was like the whole world had stopped just to watch. Reluctantly, I switched my attention back to Beast, who was already getting away. It seemed a pity that I had to go chase her now and leave the action behind. “Curses,” I muttered, getting into character. I stayed on Beast’s tail for a good while. She was having a hard time shaking me off with that person weighing her down. I decided to take a risk, swerving on a detour my eyes picked up on the fly, and bolted faster than I’d thought possible. Somehow, I’d managed to cut her off. “HA HA!” I exclaimed, holding up a finger. My breaths came in ragged and insufficient. “Why if it isn’t the famous Beast and her new pet scientist! Or should I say the Beauty and the Beast? You are quite lovely, doctor.” I placed one hand on my hip and made a grand gesture to my chest with the other. An incredulous pause gave me the opportunity to prepare my most bombastic voice. “I am Blueblood, Scourge of Villainy, Duke of Biscuits, and Earl of Grey! Allow me to assist you, fellow hero! Let us join our strength!” I looked at Beast more closely. “Hmm. Forgive me, my lady. I believe I have made a mistake in calling the doctor the Beauty."
  13. 3 points
    Dolor Aeternum

    I mean really ooc

    Now it is up to our leader to hash this out.
  14. 3 points
    Dolor Aeternum

    I mean, really now

    Erin’s challenge to his claim took Xavier back to those moments in his childhood where the only way to resolve conflict was to pummel the challenger into submission. Such was the tried and true method of the Thoro’kan tribe. Within the depths of the orc’s being he could feel himself wishing to return to his roots and it didn’t help any that Obtenebra seemed to urge him to act, threatened by Erin’s growing proximity. Xavier glared at Erin in this moment and listened to her words, not angered at all by what was being said as he realized that his own words had caused his current predicament. He couldn’t simply back down. Not in front of Lycoris and definitely not in front of Eldwine. What motivated him even more was that he knew Blob Boss would chastise him if he did not meet this challenge at all so Erin would find the orc stepping even closer to her until she could hardly see anything other than the black bulk of his upper body before her. “What is fair…isn’t what is always right. I can defend this group better than you can…” Xavier stopped himself before he began to sound much like the rest of his brethren would, flaunting there ideas of superiority with abandon. A light sigh slipped out of his mouth before he stepped back a bit and eyed the halo before continuing. “If you want to be able to run away faster, though, then I will join her and take the halo.” His massive hand motioned to Lycoris before moving his hand toward one of the halo and staring at Eldwine. The man was their ‘leader’ and ultimately he would be the determining factor here. Whoever the man placed his trust in now would give Xavier the insight he needed to know how the rest of this job might go.
  15. 3 points
    vielle

    I mean really ooc

    i gotchu fam
  16. 3 points
    Dolor Aeternum

    I mean really ooc

    Hmm seems I misunderstood the dialogue from Eldwine somehow. Xavier technically wouldnt care either way but I like this turn so....post incoming!
  17. 3 points
    Tyler

    I mean, really now

    "Shit, she's right..." Erin thought as she turned and looked at Xavier, or rather, looked up at Xavier. She had to figure the hulking man was used to getting his way with people, and even if Erin was above average height for a woman, she still definitely felt like an insect when compared to the giant orc. Technically, the logical choice, and the more team-centric one at that, would be to let him take the other suit, as he was likely the most capable defender in the real world. But Erin was not about to surrender her physical escapability lightly. The last thing she wanted was to be left defenseless or impaired if some hostile entity decided to barge into their room here. "Seems we have a bit of a dispute, then." she stated, crossing her arms, "And I called the suit first, so you'll need to give me a good reason to surrender my claim to you." The moment Xavier actually turned to look at her though, she realized it probably wasn't the wisest idea to antagonize the big guy. "Though..." she quickly backtracked as the stern expression evaporated from her face, "The fair option would be to leave it up to random chance." Reaching into her pouch, she produced a copper coin and held it up so the man could see it. "Uhhh, heads or tails?" she asked with a nervous smile.
  18. 3 points
    supernal

    I mean really ooc

    Don't mind one bit! Look at us being all organic and spontaneous and shit
  19. 3 points
    There was one person who hadn't responded, hadn't moved, and hadn't done much of anything, really. That was a young woman, in her early 20s. She had light brown hair which leaked out of her loose hood like water dripping from a faucet. The ends of her hair were stained red with some mysterious substance, giving her hair the illusion that it was shifting from red at the very ends to light brown at the top. Her eyes were closed, and she wore a midnight black traveler's cloak that covered her body, leaving only her boots exposed. No one who did not possess mind reading could tell anything about the conversations within her head. Two distinct trains of thought were running simultaneously in her head as she bobbed her head back and forth, back and forth, as though asleep. Thus Syderia Ereina Iranai, the group's supposedly dedicated healer, prepared herself mentally to jump. Raya Erei Irai, the man in her head, continued annoying her until the command to jump came, as he normally did. They were already physically ready. They just needed a command to get up and run.
  20. 3 points
    Token

    Want to join a noble house?

    Id be interested in making a character for your house. Possible to pm and talk about specifics of it?
  21. 2 points
    DextrisESNo666

    Star Wars: Project Zeta

    Hello and greetings I’ve recently been accepted here and am in need of practicing for possible para rp. This will be my first time doing such a style.What I need is just a small amount of character info and a picture if you are able.Name:Age:Hight:Weight:Eyes:Race:Alliance:Force talents:The primary focus in the beginning will be to see to it that as certain someone gets off Kamino for each of our characters to survive. “Mayday.. mayday... A cloacked man rascally coughs up a little more blood and gasps. “mayday.. calling the Kamino system for.. for emergency medical..” he coughed a bit more. “support.. turning on auto pilot..." A bright red light flickers as he flips a few switches. Upon landing on the platform in the dark and stormy night blood from the wounded male rushes with the water and off the platform. Before passing out from wounds mixed with the damaged armor and the salty rain water he looks at Y/C and asks "and who.. are you?". The worrier collapses and is taken to emergency care by 2 clone troopers.I apologize if if this is really shallow I did come from a Facebook page.
  22. 2 points
    Infernal

    Taen and Ursa Madeum AMA

    That if one writes their wish upon a piece of paper, bleed on it a little, then drop it into the hole in the tree, the wish will come true, but on the next full moon, a spirit will visit you in the night to take your very soul, adding you to the collection of strange Moss which grows on the tree, a Moss that seems to grow eyes and teeth...
  23. 2 points
    So I just spoke with Die and they will come to a decision as to how they want to proceed in this thread. So I'll check in with Die on my Saturday Shift.
  24. 2 points
    Infernal

    Taen and Ursa Madeum AMA

    How do I make the Oscar Tree into a local superstition?
  25. 2 points
    Um, ok, I suppose I can make that happen just for you. Yew, Ewe, Queue, Rue, Flue, Shoe, Shrew, Stew, Zoo. Howzzat? ?
  26. 2 points
    supernal

    General chat thread

    Among other things, this!: https://www.valucre.com/topic/41903-a-gateway-to-infinity-world-change/ That would be super cool. It'd be super cool if the Oscar tree became a local superstition type thing
  27. 2 points
    Alexei

    Genesaris AMA.

    You 'member the relic audit? Pepperidge Farm 'members.
  28. 2 points
    HollowCipher

    Naughty.... Or Nice? (OOC)

    Hmmmhmhmhm. It would seem Hurttoto wants it to be a surprise. I'm on the fence about one of them though.... It was nearly impossible to trigger.... Maybe Hollow should be nice and allow a present to be opened early......
  29. 2 points
    Sanonymous

    Heroes and Villains

    I thought police officers were referred as the city's finest, like Detroit's finest or Gotham's finest? XD You did start making me use it though. ANd it's a shame you're leaving, till we meet again Tyler! ?
  30. 2 points
    supernal

    I mean really ooc

    Just in case it isn't clear - dibs on next post!
  31. 2 points
    Dolor Aeternum

    Bloodwatch Base OOC

    Ok I offered up a bit more info but just a tad more. As a rep of the Daily Weekly, Soryn needs to still be a bit cagey with the info he has. ?
  32. 2 points
    King

    Genesaris AMA.

    No. That isn't what the sword does, lol. Yes, if you have an item or device that lets you harness energy from things. There are plenty of airships that do it.
  33. 2 points
    Tyler

    I mean really ooc

    I did too, to be honest. For some reason, I thought he was taking one of the halos. Good thing we got Vielle around to set us straight. lol
  34. 2 points
    Tyler

    I mean really ooc

    There we go. Man, and to think I had retired Erin prior to the Elendaron thread. She might be my most fun character to write right now, just because I don't take her seriously!
  35. 2 points
    King

    Genesaris AMA.

    They're extremely volatile. There's a high chance that they would explode inside said character, killing them.
  36. 2 points
    elixir

    OBELUS General Discussion

    Maybe they can't keep up with our imposing brainpower. But, like I've been speculating, I believe these pages are just context clues rather than actual puzzles. You never know with ARGs, tbh.
  37. 2 points
    King

    Patience is Power [Artifact Quest]

    “W-who are you?” Rune doesn’t answer the boy. He’s bleeding bad from the deep gash on his thigh, spilling his lifeblood into the snow. The soft powder drinks it greedily, turning a deep shade of red. “Wha… what do you want?” The boy—and he is most certainly a boy, with no hair to his face and a young, thin frame that made slicing his artery easy work—is too delirious to scream, leaning in and out of consciousness. There are others around him, another group of five he’d put down before they even realized what was happening. It’s just a few minutes later than the boy lets his head sink into the snow, eyes open. Flecks of snow fall into his irises, giving the dark brows a cool, glazed sheen. Then they’re covering his face, his body, and in moments he’s hidden beneath of thin blanket of white. The moment stretches longer, and the bodies around him vanish, as well. These people have been here for so long they’ve started families, rearing children, breeding their own soldiers so they needn’t wait for reinforcements. It doesn’t bother Rune. All men must die – young, old, it doesn’t matter. He stalks his way down the heart of the ruins, slashing, stabbing, and breaking those that happen by him. He’s cleaning his blade on his sleeve when a baby’s cry catches his attention, bleating out into the wind from a hovel nearby. The work continues. Rune follows the sound to silence it.
  38. 2 points
    danzilla3

    From Nothing We Start; To Ash We End

    If asked, Iblis would admit to feeling a bit conflicted as he watched the city of Everrun and its people be destroyed by the Cult. He had put quite a bit of time and effort into them after all, and now it would all be reduced to ash; scattered to the winds and erased. Part of him was even angry with himself that he didn't live up to the trust and love that the people of this city had placed in him. But he had always known that he would have to let them down one day; unless he planned to play the patron deity to a city for the rest of his life. He also took some comfort in knowing that they were not dying in vain. Those that died this day would increase his power, and help him in his goal to push humanity towards its full potential. Upon hearing Lilith speaking to him, he zeroed in on her position, and landed in front of her. "Once you have payed the price, I will summon what you have asked for. Unfortunately, I cannot do so beforehand. But you needn't worry; as we have made a pact, and I am bound to fulfill it."
  39. 2 points
    vielle

    I mean, really now

    lycoris romanova "Who's getting the other suit and who's taking the halo?" Lycoris waits for a moment, letting the others speak their mind about the situation, and really, it’s all for the best: it rather seems like control suits are becoming the fashion everyone aspires to nowadays. Both the other woman and the hulking orc state their preference to use the suit, and Xavier even has the brazenness to throw her in the other direction in favor of using the halo. She is not overly concerned where she is positioned in this endeavor; her poison will be quite enough protection for herself, at the very least, and her compatriots seem rather able-bodied. She does not quite know them yet, so she’ll have to give them the benefit of the doubt. What to do with this impasse, however? “I don’t mind taking a halo.” Lycoris nods at Eldwine, then turns to the others, a slight edge of amusement embellishing the curve of her lower lip. “One of you, however, will have to concede to use the other halo, as our leader,” she gestures to Eldwine, “has already determined that he’ll be taking one of the suits.” Lycoris moves to sit at the sofa and takes a halo between her gloved fingers in wait of the group’s final verdict.
  40. 2 points
    I commissioned some custom, original artwork for the kitty... https://imgur.com/gallery/mGAPfDN
  41. 2 points
    Vansin

    The Pulchritudinous Priestesses of Coth

    "Eleanor..." Constans whispered as the woman, always so merciless on herself, pledged to run heedlessly into the precisely wrong direction for the sake of their God. "We can agree that the Brothers of Hedon aren't what you and I consider good men, but they are no longer the ones in possession of the virgin girls. We are Cothites, priestesses, and when given the choice we will always save the innocent before we punish the guilty. The Brothers of Hedon have left the virgins with this Warthog man, and it from his clutches that they must be retrieved." he explained. In many ways, these priestesses were still only just beginning to understand how to serve God and, like he himself had been at the start, they could occasionally be overwhelmed by the magnitude of their duty. Yet even still their enthusiasm inspired him. The woman whom god had sent him had the capacity to be the matrons of all of Coth one day; a body of wise and powerful servants of God and of his people. It was his responsibility to shepherd them into a full understanding of their role in Cothic life. "We will deal with the Hedons afterwards. They are cravens and diplomats, unlike the brutal knight Warthog." He looked down his arm at fervent Eleanor and her protective sister Isabelle. Their beauty turned to pain in his eyes. He, like Isabelle, would do everything in his power to shield them from all harm. They were his sisters, his daughters, his wives, his friends, his followers, his peers. They were his family. "My darling, know that they will all-- the brothers and the knight-- face the consequences of defying God's law on God's own soil. Whether by persuasion, politic, or fire. I promise you. But for now, you must focus on getting these virgins back from Warthog by word or deed." he said, and then looked up to Eirene. "That is the task I place upon you, my holy consorts. That, and one more: to survive under any circumstances. To come back to me, my loves; to come back to your home in this temple, in this town." He returned his gaze to Eleanor. "So if you have an idea, speak it. Together, we will discover the path God wishes for us to walk in saving these poor women. Say not that you will leave us and throw yourself at them alone, however. I would never permit it."
  42. 2 points
    Token

    Cataloging the Wilds [Quest]

    Arashi smiled wider than he had been, finding the younger girl's attitude enjoyable. She was seemingly full of life and that was a refreshing change of pace as opposed to the personalities he had crossed in his adventures. In addition, seeing her uncertainty promoted him to reach up and cup his chin with his hand. "Let's see, I'm... Well I'm not sure if I'm Arashi or Sinder." His yellow eyes traveled to their third companion, a certain amount of mirth twinkling in them as he hummed to himself softly. "Or maybe it's Arashi or Sinder that's late and I'm the one you think you're waiting on. Quite the dilemma. Well, I'm sure it'll solve itself sooner or later." He closed his eyes and lifted his arms with a shrug. After standing there a moment he cracked one eye to stare at Bela before chuckling, a sign that he was only joking as he crossed his arms over his chest. "I'm Arashi, it's nice to meet you Bela, Sinder. I hope that you're as excited for this, ah.... 'light field work' as I am." A piece of Arashi's curiosity made him want to ask Bela about the device she had used, but he determined that there would be a time and place for that and currently they had plenty of time. "I'm ready to move out on command." He added in an absent minded manner, realizing that his thoughts were wondering and that he didn't want to have his companions waiting as he got lost in them. With that his gaze left Bela and landed on the other female of the three person unit, a soft smile still present as he waited for Sinder to speak.
  43. 2 points
    supernal

    GIF association

  44. 2 points
    Ataraxy

    Lilith Brings War to Nu Martyr

    Also, if everyone could put what city they're in and whether you're attacker/ defender at the top of your post from now on, that would be awesome. Makes it easier for people to track who's in what city lol
  45. 2 points
    Sorano

    GIF association

  46. 2 points
    The sight of a young boy perched above while cleaning rifles distracted Soryn a bit as it was jarring and…well…odd. Soryn had almost forgotten that there were at least three children who had joined them in this expedition and while he was not ageist in any sense, he did question why the Order allowed them to take part. The weary reporter was no babysitter, however, and it was clear that they survived this last ordeal well enough to warrant their positions here. “Hmm.” That was all that was said under his breath in between gulps of this tasty soup. The floating device that he had been talking to earlier slowly made its way to capture the kid and then moved over to Fidelitas just as the knight removed his helm. Throughout the chaos, it was unclear how much Fidelitas actually contributed to their defenses. He made a mental note to witness how well the knight could hold his own when they encounter their next inevitable challenge. The silence that Vlad offered was more than enough for Soryn, Celeste, and his trusty floating utility device to pick up on several other things such as the shadowy figure that appeared before Selena and the troubled stance she held afterward. All of these things would likely be reviewed before he decided to tuck himself in for the night and would inform his future interactions with all involved. “What can you tell me about the Spires?” Vlad’s question caught him just after he had finished gulping down some water. Eyes shot over to Fidelitas soon after before motioned for Vlad to shift himself so that the knight could not make out what was being said lest he have superhuman hearing. “You need to be careful with questions like that around here.” Soryn would shift himself a bit closer and lean in so he didn’t have to project his voice too much. “I know only what little has been recorded and a whole litany of rumors but I will try to inform as best as I can.” A glint in his eyes denoted that Celeste was sifting through data and the minute of silence that followed was Soryn trying to make sense of what he could. “That area lies to the southwest and is home to a being called Lun’silth that has been rumored to be behind some of Yh’mi’s most horrible events in the past years. The spires and mists are rumored to have been catalyzed by some mysterious entity with even more mysterious motives. Knights such as the one over there will tell you to steer clear of them and try to actively prevent any expeditions there.” Soryn moved to take some water and take a large gulp before continuing. “All I know about the mists are that few have ever returned alive and those who have endured hardships that I am still trying to uncover more info on. There was a scientist named Buford Atwater that catalyzed a large scale phenomenon that saw spires and mists all across the continent before it was resolved by some brave souls. He somehow was gifted with the ability to create portals and use the mists to his advantage. Who or what equipped him with those abilities is still up to question apparently." Soryn caught himself then and seemed to decide to end his information transfer to Vlad then...at least for now. "Such impactful events are par for the course when it comes to Yh’mi. I personally believe there is just far too much mystery throughout that area and the unexplored to take the one-sided approaches that the Order has taken but if you plan on uncovering any of it then make sure you are adequately prepared. You’ve just seen what a whole group of us had to endure. I’d imagine you’d face much more harrowing circumstances alone.” Soryn’s face attempted to evince warning but that did not mean he thought Vlad incapable. Terrenus was full of people defying odds from all of his experience reporting for the Daily Weekly so he would never believe someone incapable without good reason. Of course, that did not make anyone impervious to the truth of their own abilities nor the bitter truth he now saw in Yh’mi. He who traverses Yh’mi courts death or travail. @P.N.See
  47. 2 points
    nonni

    Cataloging the Wilds [Quest]

    Bela waved and gave a cheery smile to both of the approaching persons. "Hi, I'm Bela. Nice to meet the two of you." She pulled a neatly folded paper similar to the ones held by Sinder and Arashi from a pocket on her pack. "You two must be... Arashi—" she pointed towards Sinder without looking up "— and... Sinder?" now raising her gaze to meet theirs. She looked back and forth between the two of them for a moment, then squinted slightly. Or maybe I've got that backwards... She gave a bit of a nervous laugh before scratching her head a bit in confusion. "I had heard there was also supposed to be a fourth member joining the expedition, but I'm not sure..." A high pitched beeping began to emanate from Bela's pack. She slung it down off her shoulders and unzipped a compartment near the top, reaching in and quickly pulling out a device with what appeared to be a lens and some kind of screen attached. The object looked bulky and somewhat dated, but the hard casing protecting the components inside was free of wear and scuffs, giving it an unused appearance. She used a dial and button interface on the side of the screen for a moment, squinting at the small text that appeared. "Well, they're not here yet and we're burning daylight, so to stay on schedule we'll have to see about meeting up with them when we get back for the day. Today is supposed to be light field work and getting to know the local topography, so we shouldn't be too far from this area in case we want to come back and see if they've showed up. Early bird gets the worm!" She tucked the device back into her bag just as quickly as it had come out, and zipped it back up before hoisting it back up again. It was really almost comically too large, considering "light field work" was what it was needed for. She took a moment to study the eyes of both her travelling companions, unusual colors not unlike her own. She resisted the urge to ask questions, just yet, but figured there would be plenty of time to get to know the fellow researchers once they were out in the field. "Are we ready to set out then?" She looked excitedly between the two of them, with a growing nagging feeling that she wasn't as sure of which was which as she thought she was.
  48. 2 points
    Connor stood on the palace balcony with one arm folded behind his back, verdant eyes watching the dark and unnatural cloud sweep its way across the sky--blotting out the sun like the ill omen it truly was. “Hahaha! A skull? Nice touch.” He said his voice holding amusement, despite that the PRIME and his little trinket were in danger. “All of this, over a petty crown to rule the masses, hm?” He mused aloud, he found it almost comical. Though he was not afraid to use his own trinkets, something like that crown spoke a lot about the leadership abilities of the PRIME and those who have come to take it from him. They lacked natural charisma. “The crescent moon, eh?” He said, meeting those eyes with his own. “I suppose what will be coming next is shock and awe, no?” As if to prove his words correct, black streaks of unnatural smoke descended upon Keto. “Shame that they landed there, they could have done more damage landing in the center. Suppose their confident enough to work their way here.” He thought for a moment, before chuckling in the face of their displays or necromantic energy, taking the lives of hundreds, if not thousands. “Ah yes, there she is. The shock and awe.” He said with a clap of his metal clad hands. He wore his full regalia the Odysséas Light Frame armor, striking a glinting silver figure, monochrome light chasing along the myriad of High Kadic text that was engraved into the metal. Two rings of great power occupied his index and middle fingers. Ring of the Alchemist, and Ring of the Saint Prince. His long black hair had been pulled back and high into a bun, his face free of the metal helm, so that he might taste the breeze against his skin. He finished off the glass of wine in his hand. Despite the death and despair already filling the city, he seemed largely unconcerned. Certainly they were the people of his ally, yet they were not his people. His interests here were political, to maintain the trust between Kadia and Renovatio. It could be said he was, by far; more pragmatic than even his father. “The Cult of Power, hm?” He asked aloud, tossing the glass from the balcony. “Whose power, I wonder. We should test these...Paragons. Lets see if it is their own or borrowed power.” His tone became amused, though his expression darkened shortly after. “All of this over some crown, politician for his people, feh.” He said, though it was true his was not overly concerned for the lives of Renovatians, he was disappointed in the PRIME called Ardon Dallas. He shook his head, it was best simply to focus on his job, making sure things didn’t get too out of hand. Well, at least he’d make the attempt, he wasn’t going to risk his life overmuch for something and someone replaceable. As he was about to turn away, he felt a powerful gaze from the epicenter of destruction in Keto. He shot his own gaze, full of amusement and perhaps even pity; out into Keto. Such a gaze, though holding no animosity; whispered of the primeval fear deep within the non-human and unnatural. For Anathema stood unconcerned in the face of such things. “The bait is ready, lets see which one of you lot nibble first, yes?’ He said, chuckling as he stepped back into the palace. “Let’s go see how the worm on the hook is doing. Perhaps cast a few nets about him, hm?” He stepped with grace and purpose, smoothing his amused expression into one of seriousness. Besides, if he didn’t at least make a show, his mother might be hurt that her own son would not at least make an effort.
  49. 2 points
    danzilla3

    Infinite Potential

    First things first, Ankou knew that a fight in near zero visibility was a fight that wasn’t going going to end well. Gathering energy to his ring, he let loose a blast of wind that broke through the cloud cover, and creating a temporary eye of the storm. In the newly created calm, he could see a dozen grey wolves cutting through the snow towards him and his comrades. Each animal was about the size of a small cow, and he could see thick collars of black iron on them. Malice burned in their eyes, and it was clear that these predators were not just hunting for food. Drawing closer to the group, the pack began to fan out, intending to flank from both sides and overwhelm them. Ankou gathered a jet black orb of necromantic energy before flinging it at the approaching predators. Upon impact, it expanded into a small dome of swirling death. When it dispersed a few moments later, the wolves all lay still in the snow.
  50. 2 points
    supernal

    Bloodwatch Base OOC

    She doesn’t want to be saved. She wants the fodder. For her cannon. Which are also knights? Cannon knights? BUT ALSO CANON FODDER
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