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  1. 7 points
    Adawnia

    Hello new friends

    Hello :) my name is Dawn and I came across this site from TopRPSites. Ive been in the roleplay community since I was 12. I started with forum rp, went to gaming rp, and am looking to get back into forum rp. I'm excited to get started and create a great character that I hope y'all enjoy. Oki that's all have a good day :)
  2. 6 points
    Aleksei

    Ursa Madeum Noble Houses OOC

    Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaybe they do. Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaybe they don't. You're not part of my house, so you don't get to sit at the special table with special conversations ;x ❤️
  3. 5 points
    vielle

    Ursa Madeum Noble Houses OOC

    y'all be nice to me and allow me my top spots on my birth month, okay, i'm trying to make a point here 😂 kidding~ but no seriously Just for the record, I really don't ask them to do any of those for me; they just shower me with love and affection via react storms and it inspires me to write better and faster ahhhhhhhhh ❤️ i truly stan the most supportive writer buddies ever 😍
  4. 4 points
    Csl

    Singlance House Party

    "'Sup," said Thurgood, all polite and not-rude, contrary to Aveline's description of him. Contraction. What's up. Informal. Nice. "'Sup," Pallas and Lenore repeated, delighted at the experience of this novel new word. Aveline's comment on their existence earned a shrug and a grin from Pallas "Well, you know how it goes—" "—Mom has her secrets," Lenore continued, his grin a touch more sheepish. "Though," he added, "For the record, we are Titus' sons too. We just take after mom more." "A lot more," Pallas said. So then. The party was filling up nicely. There was Thurgood, and there was the man who'd fixed their truck in Nu Martyr, and there was the heterochromic man with a staggering amount of alcohol, and there was the woman in the skimpy red dress, and then there were the Sheathes (who's those two with them? More girls?) And then there was Lady Varda sitting quietly in a couch in a corner, clearly overwhelmed by the presence of all these un-noble strangers, talking to a dark-furred fox. Rozharon's sons exchanged a look of silent agreement. They separated: Pallas heading to the kitchen where most of the guests were gathering, Lenore making a beeline for Lady Varda and the fox. "Greetings again, Lady Hildebrand," Lenore said, smiling. "Are you all right? Do you mind if I join you?" She looked like a fish out of water, poor thing (A plant out of soil? No, that doesn't work.) Lenore revisited the memory of her Rozharon had, their first encounter. White flowers and candor. Wouldn't be a bad queen. Rozharon's underlying reasons for the preference, were immediately obvious to him: Varda would be an excellent puppet monarch. Varda was sweet. Varda was kind. Varda was genuine. Varda had already forged alliances with all but two of the noble houses since rising to the head of her family. Varda would choose the pen over the sword, diplomacy over combat, her duties over herself. The woman had a quiet charm that could halt wars. With an empress of a hundred worlds guiding her naivete... Lenore swallowed, pushing the thought away, He was mortal, like his brother, like his father. Yet in the rare times he caught a glimpse of the true workings of his mother's mind... unnerving only began to describe it. The young man turned his attention to the fox. Golden eyes glittering with interest, he took in the creature's hands, the carrier, and the box under its neck. "Hello," he said, "I don't believe we've been introduced. I'm Lenore Paralios." Pallas sauntered over to the table heaped with food. Mom would be proud, he thought smugly, pretending to dither over the choices of food. This crowd was an interesting crowd, and already, he begun to pick apart their mannerisms, the not-so-subtle reactions of the Singlance siblings to each arrival, the topics alluded to in each line of dialogue. First was the metal man. In that, he was a man with metal all over his clothes - a mix of fashion and functionality? - the one who'd arrived before them (in the other automobile) and who had participated in the Battle of Nu Martyr. (Renovatian, perhaps. Profession: related to mechanics? Engineering?) Then there was the man with the tank. The Tank Man (Pallas, these names are terrible. Shut up, Len.) Weird-eyes. Mr. Wilder. Aveline didn't like him. Thurgood seemed closer to him, though the liquor didn't seem to be an entirely welcome gift. The girl with him was smiling widely (too wide), and had already downed two drinks since they'd arrived. Then there were the Sheathes. Pallas took much delight in seeing Thurgood and Aveline's expressions when they stepped through the door. He didn't know the two strange women with them. That needed to change before they left. It would remain to be seen if they interacted with Varda, supposedly their liege, or if they were here for another reason entirely. Pallas wrapped his fingers in a thin spatial distortion (to keep any grease off his hands, of course) and piled one of each type of food on a plate. Grabbing two cups full of soda, he headed to Lenore, his hands full. I'll make a plan of who to talk with after I eat. As he set off on his quest, Lenore's gaze settled on another boy who'd just entered the building. His mind drew a blank. Who's this?
  5. 4 points
    Ataraxy

    Ursa Madeum Noble Houses OOC

    I've gone over a lot of what people are talking already. When I have time I might just make a FAQ so I can link people there. I'm getting tired of rereplying the same stuff. 1. UM people use daily magic. It's abundant and efficient and useful. Saying they have magic but don't use it is like saying you have a bike but choose to walk the 5 miles to work and be late everyday. The Taen Loci protects UM from the influence of foreign loci which has reduced Terrenus to room busting max. UM stands tall and proud just a smidge above building busting max like old Terrenus. I'd argue the people of UM use magic more than mainland Terrenus because there's more of it. I'm sure I've said this in the AMA at least twice. 2. If players choose to have their nobles not use magic, that's neither my concern nor my issue. They're personal choice about the actions and details of their characters are 100% their choice. The lore is what it is. If people read it incorrectly or chose to disregard portions, that's not on me and I refuse to retcon lore because of it. That'd be like me trying to fit facts to a hypothesis rather than vice versa. Nonsense. I'm 3. Until I step down at the end of June and pass it down to Jill, who I'm sure will make a great primary BL, the fact that UM's setting is medieval fantasy is not up for debate. It's not a historical setting. I've never once said that. I have said it's a high medieval fantasy setting before though. I serious don't see where people are getting this lack of magic thing from. I honestly don't know how much more clear on this I could have been. Like you're literally being ruled by an archangel who uses divine magic and a interdimensional angelic thing that destroys worlds. In the war where I took over UM, Taen fought Damien's forces in a massive magic blowout. Like, I just don't understand. Literally nothing I've done or said suggests low magic Maybe I'll go to the lore page and add in big block letter PEOPLE USE EVERYDAY MAGIC. WE HAVE LOTS OF MAGICS HERE. BUILDING BUSTING MAGIC MAX FOR STRONG PEOPLE IN STORYLINE THREADS. I bet some still won't see it. Whatever. When I'm gone Jill can rework it however she'd like. But I'm not gone just yet lol 4. If you want animosity between muggles and magic folk, canonize a thread on it. There should be a good reason beyond omg he used magic to kill us. Magic is also what saved them from Damien. Think they would've been freed with nice words and hugs? I understand where this is coming from, however, but this storyline is being fulfilled in Everrun. Death by magic. Hate magic. Turns to science. Bans magic. Done and done. I have no interest in repeating that same storyline in UM short of a great plot that's fundamentally different. 5. Idk when I agreed to our Loci being an eco-guardian but I've been saying yes to lots of Jill ideas lately since she's gonna be throned soon, so I trust her saying I approved. 6. Science is not needed. It's not needed but it can exist. There is a place for it, just look at Singlance and the Hyperion house which I'm totally blanking on lol they use science all the time. It's a choice. A less efficient choice, but one that's available all the same. I realize this may have sounded a bit peeved, but I just woke from a nap and honestly I am getting frustrated with having to repeat this stuff on a bimonthly basis. It just blows my mind you know, that people see my posts in the AMA, react to them, but I guess don't actually read them. Idk you guys are all awesome and I love that you're invested enough to argue details, but arguing the same thing over and over again just from a different angle isnt useful. It just makes me feel bad for having to say no more often than I'd like because it's about the same stuff.
  6. 4 points
  7. 4 points
    Ataraxy

    Ursa Madeum Noble Houses OOC

    Oh and guys, when you want to canonize a thread don't forget to PM me the link and let me know you want it canonized in that PM, preferably the as the title. Just putting CANON THREAD or something works. It's helpful, especially for rn since I obviously am not caught up with the most recent posts. So if you haven't PM'd me your thread you'd like canonized, I'm not going to go searching through all the thread since idek which im looking for. Planning to get through all my PMs today, so yeah. gg
  8. 3 points
    Jotnotes

    The Brittle King's Tragedy OOC

    I guess literally nobody felt like responding to Vielle, eh? That's fine, I'll pick at random. @Garion give 'em an answer so we can move on.
  9. 3 points
    Tyler

    Ursa Madeum Noble Houses OOC

    I was more just adding on to your port rather than retorting. That bit about Senaria and guns was more of a speculation, since I guess I would figure, again just figure, that they wouldn't feel the need for them if they were more of a high-magic house. But they're not actually a House anymore I don't think, just a diplomatic house or something? I don't know if that change that was talked about was made or not. I'm sure Notmuch won't like me cutting into his market. XD Buuuuut, it would be rude not to accept the invitation. 😏
  10. 3 points
    supernal

    Ursa Madeum Noble Houses OOC

    "I just kind of ignored the idea of most of the people using magic because I really hadn't seen it happen much IC" = Out of sight out of mind (fair enough), to which my response, in paraphrase, is "I use it but we haven't had much occassion for you to see that" To which your response is "actually if I look at all the houses I don't see much magic" Which I mean hey, I agree with your list and your overall statistic but it's most definitely a non sequitur to what I said and doesn't contradict it in any way. I'm not talking about the other houses I'm talking about mine and saying it isn't surprising because we haven't interacted with those elements. Just saying to your just saying Also the presence of guns or of other conventional technology doesn't really move the needle on whether there is low or high levels of magic imo
  11. 3 points
    Tyler

    Ursa Madeum Noble Houses OOC

    Even the houses that have magic have not used it in any of the threads I've been in or read. Haha. Like, I assume Mythal has magic, because Elves, but I don't think I recall them using it in any of the threads of theirs that I've read... And actually, if you take the major houses specifically: Singlance = No magic Uldwar = Low magic Hildebrand = Low magic Mythal = Unsure? I don't know, because I don't remember it being said in their house information, nor do I recall them every using it. Dali = High magic Senaria = I also don't know, but they were buying guns, so maybe low magic too? Then the only minor houses that have mattered so far are Tankred and Karradeen (I know there are several others, but I haven't seen them make much of a mark yet). Karradeen = Low magic Tankred =Again, unsure, since I don't remember if they were magitech inventors, or if their stuff was more mundane steampunk type stuff. Either way, at least half the houses don't use it much, and that includes the ones I've interacted with the most. lol
  12. 3 points
    supernal

    Ursa Madeum Noble Houses OOC

    If it makes you feel better, so are most people. The human memory is notoriously unreliable and self-edits Also I use it lots! But our houses haven't interacted a great deal . . . so you get ONE pass
  13. 3 points
    danzilla3

    H&V Episode 1: A City Abandoned

    Apex saw the cloud of blue gas burst from the oddly dressed mans body just a few moments before he would have jumped to the building where blue vapor now hung. Quickly calculating his next move, he jumped to land on the floor below roof level. With a word, he activated his suits sonar imaging function, and was able to see the fleeing trio once more. He continued to follow them, plowing through drywall and brick with equal ease as he gave chase from below. Eventually the two masks and their rescuee had grappled their way into a building below. From the way the Beast was talking to the other one, it seemed that this course of action had not been planned. The building was outside his casual jumping range, so he backed up halfway before taking off in a sprint. As he took off there was a flash of light, and a roar of sound, a flashbang; though he had been far enough away to not be affected. When he landed four armed men, but the trio was gone. Irritation welled up within him as one of the thugs began to regain his senses and began to walk toward him, waving his gun as he did. Apex responded by extending a blade from his forearm and running it through the mans chest. His buddies stood, mouths agape in horror before he fired the spike from his wrist; and the projectile left the corpse to pin the thug behind him to the wall. Now he advanced on the remaining two, and as one leveled his rifle at him, Apex casually grabbed the barrel and pointed it towards the man next to him; resulting in him taking the bullet. Before the last man could react, Apex wrenched the weapon out of its owners grip and smashed his skull open; splintering the weapon in the process. Now that the distraction had been handled, he turned his attention back to tracking his prey. They hadn't been gone long. He would pick up their trail soon enough. @vielle @Wade @SweetCyanide
  14. 3 points
    notmuch_23

    Ursa Madeum Noble Houses OOC

    Neither Thurgoid nor Aveline are able to use magic. Their hidden abilities are supernatural, but not strictly magical. That should explain some things about their affinity for mundane technology.
  15. 3 points
    Dredge

    Singlance House Party

    @danzilla3 She wasn’t Miss Blonde tonight. She couldn’t be. Whenever she wore the mask there was trouble. There was that unwavering sense of pride and anger that took over when Miss Blonde was in charge. Rather than making trouble for Jack’s friends and associates, she was just Patricia tonight. Jack’s girlfriend who ran a small bar in the back allies of Last Chance. Nothing more and nothing less. Besides, it wasn’t proper form to have a interdimensionally wanted criminal attend a house warming party. She wore a simple silk red dress that tightly hugged her slender frame and was a little more than revealing for the average person. Walking into the building with him, she was sure to smile and nod at anyone who gave them a passing hello. When Jack confronted his friend and said his hello’s and delivered the gifts that they had brought, Patricia remained silent and let the two be friendly with one another before Thurgood left to go check on some BBQ. ”He seems nice.” Patricia said as she grabbed the nearest bottle of something dark and brown. Pouring herself and Jack a drink, she let out a sigh. In all honesty she didn’t want to be here. Another party felt painful to her. Here she was drinking, surrounded by people who were smoking and joking, yet she was still separated from her family. It felt undeserved, and those emotions were subtly conveyed on her face despite trying to keep up the energy to smile and pretend that she was having fun. ”Here you go darling. Whiskey neat.” Handing her love a drink, she quickly made short work of her own. With a deep swig, she finished off her drink and began to pour another. ”One crazy party right?” She said with that false sense of joy that came off as almost perfect. Years of undercover work, infiltration operations, and training had allowed her to put up the front. Though she was unsure how effective it would be on Jack.
  16. 3 points
    notmuch_23

    Singlance House Party

    "Of course," Nadia replies as she trots off to get Varda a glass of water, which Nadia thinks is a rather good choice. the filtration system is top-notch, and leave enough natural minerals to give a pleasant taste, but takes out the larger particulate and kills all the microbes. Nadia opens the pantry with a lower handle (which every door here has, to retrieve her carrying device: a tray with cup holders and weights on the sides and a small suspension that allows Vivian or Nadia to carry their own plates and drinks without spilling them, and carries it over to the sink. "Oh, you need something?" Aveline asks. "Yeah, two glasses of water. Lady Hildebrand onts one, and I need to balance my carrier," Nadia replies, then I'll see if I can strike up a conversation with those two angels." "Their names are Pallas and Lenore, don't ask me which one's Pallas or Lenore though," Aveline says as she fetches two identical glasses from the table to fill with treated water from the tap and place on either side of Nadia's carrier. Nadia then ducks to get her back under the suspension, then lifts up. The weigts and suspension keep both glasses stable as she trots back over to Varda. Nadia ducks again to get the side weights to touch the carpet before backing out and handing both glasses to Varda, sitting in order to do so. "I got two to balance my carrier. If there's anything else we can do for you Lady Hildebrand, don't be afraid to ask." Nadia then turns to see Vivian's head poking up from the stairs.
  17. 3 points
    Ataraxy

    Ursa Madeum Noble Houses OOC

    Huh, actually I just went through the AMA and I guess I never mentioned it there as no one ever asked it in that thread. I'll just plop a post down there for future reference with links to my responses in this thread.
  18. 3 points
    attackers: samael, ephah, rami | city of apolypse Power is intoxicating. It’s why she’s a Paragon at all, really. Feeling every movement, every minute tremble and quiver of limbs and joints and veins pushing blood faster through its innards, Ephah raises her hands as she impedes the mobility of the two creatures in her grasp. The woman with her gun curses as she is unable to pull the trigger of her weapon; the dragon shifts to the edge of the building and falls like a stone to the ground, a lifeless statue at the mercy of her puppet strings. Perhaps they’re beginning to realize just what exactly is happening to their bodies, but it is no matter: she has them exactly where she wants them. Rami, to her chagrin, shatters that veneer of stoic impenetrability by laughing loud and clear, mirth twinkling in his eyes, infinitely amused by the proceedings. Trust him to leave her all the work and opt to be a spectator in this scenario. And then: it all happens rather quickly. "IT IS I! The CURSOR! Bane of adventurers, heroes, villains and all other manner of important folk!" Before she has time to react, to force her way into this newcomer’s marrow and cease this madness, the world shifts, unravels before her very eyes in an unsteady blanket of shimmering seas, restless waves threatening the stable foundations of reality that hold together. The ground begins to bubble like a wretched bog puddle, which shouldn’t be possible but suddenly is. Ephah takes a horrified step back. Oh gods. Rami is not having the time of his life, recently. There is something very wrong in his body. He can feel it. The damned sorcerer or whoever that peculiar man is had all blasted them with—something. Something strange. Something arcane. Hell, why didn’t Samael just bring them with him? Beside him, Ephah cries out, the unshakeable turned shakeable, the stoic shattered on the altar of unpredictability. Rami turns towards her, wanting to help with whatever has suddenly made her lose her composure, and that’s when he feels it: his limbs are growing, as if air is being steadily pumped straight into his veins, slowly filling him up like a balloon. “Ah,” he yells, like a particularly shrill baby bird falling out of its nest, but also not quite like aforementioned baby bird in that he feels the sensation of slowly being lifted off the ground, “help me, Ephah, somebody, please!” @Tyler @Metty @Thotification
  19. 3 points
    notmuch_23

    Singlance House Party

    "Oh yeah, Port sun," Aveline replies, "just wish I could remember your name. Fuck, we meant to talk to ya again, but somehow gett'n a gallon of syrup in Port Sun is harder than gett'n a kilo of cocaine or heroin. Of course I wanna talk later, after the inrush of guests dies down. Meanwhile, enjoy the party." Thurgood steps out of the pit with three full racks of pork ribs and his black apron on (for cooked product). The ribs get set on a black cutting board, and he pulls a clean cleaver out of the knife drawer to cut them into thirds before transferring them to a serving platter and onto the kitchen island. "Dig in: got more in the smoker, along with ham and some cuts we're gonna pull the meat from, sauses on the stove," he says before heading back to the pit to get them. Aveline notices Varda sit down in one of the duct-taped chairs, likely overwhelmed by so many guests in a short amount of time, and then Nadia trotting over to her. Varda may be a little startled at seeing a six-limbed fox, but what hapens next will likely surprise her more: Nadia sits, uses the hands on her front limbs to turn a knob on the box under her neck, and after a sweeping test pattern, a voice sounds out of the box's speaker. It's feminine and alto in pitch. "Well you must be Lady Hildebrand. I'm Nadia. Is there anything I might be able to get you, like a drink, or some snacks, or-" Nadia smells the ribs that Thurgood just brought out "some of those ribs?" There is also a wooden table with matching wooden chairs between the kitchen and living room, and tray tables for the living room.
  20. 2 points
    notmuch_23

    Singlance House Party

    Flashback Nadia is still a kit, in another training exercise that has become routine. In this one, she's sniffing a line of standard inmate shoes for contraband she was still trying to learn the specific scents of. At each shoe, she tries sticking her nose in to get a good whiff, but her angelic trainer keeps yanking her leash and proceeding at a pace Nadia thought was too fast. In one particular shoe, she thinks she smells contraband and tries to sit down, her signal of a positive identification, but the trainer yanks the leash again, then the trainer's boot slams her ribs hard. Not fast enough. end flashback Nadia can't help the psychosomatic response as she physically feels the collar chafing her neck and the sharp pain in her ribs. Nadia wants to just bolt again, down to the safety of the armory so badly, just to get away from the pain, but she takes a deep breath, making the rib kick feel worse. "Nadia, he's not the one that kicked you; now introduce yourself to Lenore," she thinks. "I'm Nadia," she finally modulates to the converter, "would you like the other glass of water?" Vivian looks on, honestly thinking that Nadia's bravado downstairs was all just hot air, but Nadia is engaging in conversation with an angel, at least for now. Thurgood's jaw just drops when he sees the spellcaster pistol. Now he understands how Aveline felt when Rhoslyn Vernal gave her a special Mosin-Nagant 28-30. This is truly Too Awesome To Use, if he could even use it in the first place. "I-I don't know what to say John," Thurgood manages to stammer out, "it's beautiful..." This really makes Thurgood accutely aware of how little he knows John Wilder. It's not that he doesn't care about John, but more about how little John has opened himself up. Could Lake Wilder even come close to matching this level of awesome? What about a vacation house on Lake Wilder? No: Thurgood will need to learn more about John Wilder, what makes him tick, and what the leader of the Wild Hearts would treasure and cherish. It may not even be an item: it could be an experience, or something else intagible. It needs to have as much thought, if not more so, than this spellcaster pistol.
  21. 2 points
    Ink Fox

    Ink's Book of Friends

    XILDARA CORVENTUS Nickname: "Xilly", "Dara", "Xi" Age: 23 Race: demi-gorgon Gender: female Sexuality: heterosexual Marital Status: single Birthplace: Wilds of Terrenus Alignment: chaotic good Physical and Appearance Weight: 135 lbs Height: 5'5" Physique: Voluptuous Eyes: Stone Grey Hair: Silver Complexion: Fair Voice: Ellie Goulding Unique traits: transforms at night into full blood gorgon Typical Attire: prefers light weight materials, typically wears a loose tunic and roams bare footed Psychological Information Demeanor: Xildara is quiet and cautious. She isn't used to large groups of people and upon first meeting her she is extremely reserved and shy. Beyond Xildara's cautious exterior is a thirst for growth. Though she may be small of stature, she's quite ready to take on any challenge and is happy to help anyone in any way she can. She feels a strong sense of gratitude to the people of Coth and can often be found doing odd jobs around the village. Strengths: Determined, Helpful, Altruistic, Kind, Gentle Weaknesses: Slow to Trust, Secretive, Lack of Confidence Quirks: hardly travels outside at night, the cold makes her sleepy, sharp memory Likes: reptiles, serpents, warm days, the sound of rain, large hands, chivalry, Dislikes: arrogance, oppression, fire, confined spaces, hunters, her scarred feet Skills & Deficiencies Mundane: + Skill – Sewing + Skill – Hardworker + Skill – Quick Learner + Skill – Fishing + Skill -- Survivalist - Deficiency – Illiterate - Deficiency – Sheltered - Deficiency -- Skittish - Deficiency – Cooking Combat: + Advantage/Skill – Pain Tolerance + Advantage/Skill – Fiend's Presence - Deficiency – Untrained - Deficiency – Primal Instincts Abilities Gorgon's Gaze / Gorgon Physiology Capabilities -- Petrification; turns victims to stone. Degree of severity depends on Gorgons or victims emotional state. If gorgon is enraged, petrification can become permanent, this may also happen if the victim is in a state of terror --hence the saying 'petrified by fear'. Gorgon Venom / Transmutation Capabilities -- delivered through bite from the primary mouth or cranial serpents. Causes severe fever and slow petrification beginning from location of bite. Petrification via venom is, most often then naught, permanent. Gorgon's Tears / Healing Capabilities -- known uses include the reversal of petrification. Further uses unknown. Passive | Heightened Sensitivity – can hear farther, see sharper, and is more hardy than your basic humanoid. Weaknesses: causes sensitivity to heat and cold. --freezing weather can cause fatigue. History Xildara's life began in a cave high up in the mountains of the wilds of Terrenus. Her father, once a hunter, discovered her mother one day. To his surprise she was not hostile, and began returning to the mountains to visit her everyday. Eventually the two formed a forbidden romance that resulted in Xildara. She was kept in hiding since the moment of her birth out of fear of monster hunters. The family would frequently move around to keep other hunters off their trail. Unfortunately this became harder as Xildara matured and became more curious about the world. One day her curiosity would take her too close to a village, thus drawing the attention of hunters. They followed her, discovered her mother's den, and quickly dispatched the mature gorgon. Using her head to petrify her husband who returned later in the day with food for his wife and child. Xildara did not escape, and the only thing that saved her life was her ability to produce precious crystalline tears that could be sold for a profit. She was bound, and chained, her hair was severed over and over again to avoid the danger of being bitten during their collection of her tears. When she would not cry any more, the hunters began torturing her, --first physically harming her to draw tears form her eyes. When physical harm no longer elicited the reaction they wanted, the torture became psychological as her puberty set in and she became more womanly. Eventually, a kind sorceress discovered the hunters' keep along with their captive gorgon, and brought it upon herself to release Xildara from her bonds. Their meeting was short lived though, as they became separated during a confrontation with the angry hunters. From then on, Xildara roamed alone. Stealing what she could to survive and always staying out of the public eye. She continued to move from place to place, always fearful of being discovered. Xildara has been roaming on her own for about six years now, and has become weary of always traveling alone, but due to her fear, is hesitant with settling anywhere. Chapters [Set In Stone] - Enter the gorgon; Constans stumbles upon an unexpected visitor in his study.
  22. 2 points
    jaistlyn

    Outreach Team AMA

    Well... it is a fantasy forum sword and sorcery XD I have several non-magic player characters myself — but they are non-combat too. I personally prefer magic for combat because I know next to nothing about physical fights and weapons and guns and stuff, so I can play around with non-real-world rules with magical pizazz stuff without it sounding stiff and boring.
  23. 2 points
    supernal

    Outreach Team AMA

    Just keep doing what you're doing with Norkotia!
  24. 2 points
    jaistlyn

    Outreach Team AMA

    Funnily, with an anti-magic setting like that, the natural thing to do would be to play a magic-user there 😶
  25. 2 points
    jaistlyn

    Outreach Team AMA

    Off the top of my head, Stonehaven is high tech, low magic. I guess arguably so is Antigone, but it’s more like they actively hate magic rather than not being able to use it.
  26. 2 points
    LikelyMissFortune

    Dali Estate [hub]

    So much had changed since Reverie. It was evident in the way that Evienne held her shoulders, and the twitch of Merida's hands. The sight of her cousin eased her heart as much as it was struck with panic. Merida was too thin, her hair too short, her movements slow and pained, but there wasn't much she could do but to be wipe her tears-- gently. And bubble with near hysteric laughter at her attempts at making Evie feel better. Were she not the older one, and Merida the younger? She would've liked to sit like so forever, time for her luxuriate in Merida's lap, forgiveness assured as a lamb would forgive an errant shepherd. Silly lamb, she wanted to wail. But, a sense of normalcy, of poise, of shoulders held back-- of her chin held up must be established. Even if Merida couldn't see, to stop the tremors in her voice and assert a degree of gaudy, careless lady Evienne had been. To at least seem it, even as she was learning to not be so. Still, the reversal that felt about as odd as Leizhen's absence. But, there was tea cooling in a pot and questions to be answered. It was a hopeless charade, to pretend that one had not spend a week being tortured at Sea. All due to that damned carelessness. One was dead. The other barely clung to life. "You didn't need to pour me tea, darling. Look at you, you're shaking, shall I help?" She was more nervous, suspicious of her surroundings, as though it all were a fantasy that was too loud- too real and shiny to be reality. It was a feeling Evienne could sympathize with. "Moonie's not back yet. She felt as responsible as I do for your disappearance, she even wrote me a letter when she left-- I didn't come back to the manor after labyrinth you see, I had to make sure they would never hurt you again, Lamb. Oh, Moonie's still at see and she shall not be happy with me when she comes back." Evienne didn't add sugar to her tea, nor did she add cream. She didn't blow on it, but she sipped and sighed in the bitter- scalding liquid, the perfect temperature. "If Moonie were here, you would've seen her earlier. I'm sorry for that... I had somethings to see to. What has Aunt Francine told you, Mer? I shall try to fill in the blanks, it's the least I could do to help." @Witches Brew
  27. 2 points
    Csl

    Ursa Madeum Noble Houses OOC

    Feel free to drop into Taen though. The place could use petroleum guns to fight the hivemind insect-like aliens and the things from That One Mountain From Yh'mi that plague it.
  28. 2 points
    LikelyMissFortune

    Blood In, Blood Out

    The Lady Goldcourt was cold and glacial despite all she had done to try and dissuade them of the fact, the posing, the sunlight. She didn't bother to hide her ire frigid as her eyes, and if looks could kill, then D'artagnan would be as dead as Leizhen. But, if that was indeed the case, the first to die would've be Quinton- and then the guard would have shot her dead before his body could hit the ground. There was no point in wishing either dead, not now. That would result in a massacre and even more blood would be shed needlessly. There had been enough already. Which, in turn meant that the abject horror, was as useless as her fury. There was no need for the he nails embedded in her skin so slowly, she released the hold on her flesh as shame reclaimed her passions. And suddenly, the world was far too grey-- too colorless for her liking. His eyes, his suit- everything was as stark as the truth presented before her, and she burned with the shame. The fault lay with her. It was she who had been too stupid to see clearly. But she sat still, eyes closed, wishing futilely for color- garish color to come rushing back. It simply would not. There was no point in wishing, all there was left to do was to accept it for what it was. "Do you know how to immunize yourself from poisons, Mr. Swan?" She dabbed at the mess of her neck, absentmindedly. A mild frown marring her face, as though she had found a hair in her tea. "You take a little dose of poison everyday. Organic ones, of course, metallic-- metaphysical ones don't quite work like that. But you can slowly build up an immunity against organic ones... "If you don't mind the shakes, the headaches, the fevers." Her mouth was stubborn in its curl, dry and humorless. "Leizhen had been rather inelegant in her actions, she could've achieved what she wanted without having to resort to taking my life, and perhaps she deserved this. An inelegant end to an inelegant solution." Blood and skin caked beneath her finger nails, broken and garish. Evienne couldn't help but shiver at the sight. Disgusting. "Still, she was like a sister. "I don't plan on being as graceless. My Father shall be dealt with, but he's an old man who'd be as delighted in me out maneuvering him as he'd be in damning me. There shall be no blood, not with him- he is my Father not like one." The attempt at humor was half hearted, her voice breaking at the attempt. After a while, she had gotten used to the toxins, craved it even as much as she knew it to be destructive. Too much would kill her, too little leave her in terrible condition. Quitting would be far more difficult than starting, and Evienne was left with no other choice. Not a feasible one, at least. "I do apologize, for my outburst." All there was left to do was to accept reality, stark as it was. There would be no more distractions.
  29. 2 points
    supernal

    Looking for a fight?

    You should add the roleplay link to the first post and the inverse to make it easy to switch between the two
  30. 2 points
    Tyler

    Ursa Madeum Noble Houses OOC

    Hmm... right then. I do remember a lot of those conversations, but I'm both very bad at retaining information unless I write it down myself, and also putting two-and-two together. So that's my bad. I guess I just kind of ignored the idea of most of the people using magic because I really hadn't seen it happen much IC. But anywho, since the rest of UM are apparently magic-using heathens, guess I'll just sell my shit to Karradeen and Hildebrand (and Uldwar, if they'll still have it), then call it day. 🤣
  31. 2 points
    SweetCyanide

    Singlance House Party

    the GOLDEN CROW. ▶ A soft feeling of concern paints him quite.. well, concerned. He'd looked like a dog, confused and curious, tilting his head as he pouted—standing there like he'd been dozing off for the past thirty minutes. He looked funny. Pluto had not yet attended any social gathering ever since his return to the Hildebrand family. Social events such as these were never really his forte. He preferred to dust off paintings rather than attend the Reverie Ball, where even Iyalon had participated. And—actually, speaking of Izora—he's not even here! Not with Lady Varda. Surely he has no right to meddle with his lady's actions on what she can and can't do—but—ever since that day, he'd certainly become more on edge towards the safety of the Hildebrands. He can't really leave Varda all alone after all that, can he? So that is why he is here. Standing by the Singlance Manor. He'd heard stories, and many rumors. So many rumors. Rumors he couldn't possibly trust; the gossip around this noble family is a bit one-sided, and he couldn't really take such gossip coming from cruel servants (such as himself) and the laughter from a crow's beak. But. It would be such a breath of air to know that they were lying. It would be foolish for him to believe them, really. He's never met the Singlance family, as he'd stayed inside the halls of Ravenel Manor, existing purely to serve, fight, and... er, clean. Pouting again, he took note of his strange position and looked to the side. A group of.... what was it? Ah. Automobiles. As he'd already been informed, traveled and researched around Terrenus—and perhaps even Genesaris—he's already gotten used to the strange technology outside the boundaries of Ursa Madeum. Still, the sight caught him a bit off-guard. It was truly strange to see them here. He blinked, taking it in for too long. The Singlances are certainly, already advanced, they were. He shifted his eyes, silver and black; damaged and filled with black. He set off, still curious, reluctant, maybe. But before he went to find Lady Varda, all alone in a boat, the seneschal flinched. A voice: his, sings with profane mockery, and he does nothing but scowl. Nervous, are we? He shut his eyes and shook his head. He pushed back his grey locks and proceeded to ignore such an annoying voice. He only wanted to keep Varda safe, as if Iyalon's will (and maybe a smudge of his protectiveness) had been unconsciously projected into his mind. So without further ado, he started going down to the party and finally showed his face; a pretty handsome face for a servant like him, dressed in a black coat marked with golden emblems and gloved hands dug into their gilded pockets. He reminded himself to smile, and to somewhat (hopefully) give off a good first impression.
  32. 2 points
    Csl

    Perched, and sat, and nothing more

    The twins looked at her with a trace of horrified fascination. Burned alive? That explains a lot. "You must be quite strong-willed," Pallas said admiringly. Still not as cool as fighting the sun though. Lenore chuckled at Holly's explanation on the airships. "Those are great lengths to go to avoid horses. Are you sure you're not scared of them or something?" Neither he nor Pallas had met a horse (yet), but it was an experience both looked forward to. They seemed equal parts frightful and delightful. "Oh," Pallas said as the airship drifted into view. "Huh. A literal air ship." "Hot air balloon," said Lenore. "Dirigible," said Pallas. "You designed this by yourself?" Lenore said. He whistled. "Alright. I'm impressed." I'd love to ask her more on how it operates, steering, navigation... hm. Magic's involved in some form, clearly. A woman dropped from the airship. The twins eyed the new arrival. "Good day." Vinny. Vintovka. Genesarii? What strange names this house has. Are they all women? Coincidence, or perhaps a strange matriarchal society? Pallas climbed the ladder, hoisting himself up with ease. Lenore took a moment to walk around the airship, staring up to admire it from all sides. Then, he shrugged off his jacket, tucking it under one arm. A pair of dark wings unfurled from his back, and with a mighty flap, he leaped high, landing on the deck of the vehicle. A moment later, the wings flickered and disappeared. Lenore shrugged the jacket over his shoulders again. He and Pallas peered over the edge of the ship. "Lovely view."
  33. 2 points
    Narcissa

    [Veelos] As the Crow Flies

    “... but they will love you still, Rou Ji.” While Zenahriel's eyes were on her, Rou paid him a handsome smile, perhaps even graced him with a relieved laugh. He gave her a reprieve from his attention quickly --a mercy she'd found herself being more unconsciously thankful for-- as it disappeared the moment he turned his back. The dip of her head cast her face in the obscuring shadow of her hair, where no such smiles lingered. She hadn't the heart to correct him. Clutching a hand close to her chest, it grasped at her skin, as if trying to will itself of the coil that bound itself around her blackened heart. Even in so short a time, Zenahriel had become fond of the woman beneath... though the Carmine Dominion's people would not be nearly so patient. And while Rou had taken an uncharacteristic position in their care by coming to Orisia in such an obscure mission, Rou had never been the type to serve anyone's interests beyond her own. And her interests would not have Zenahriel's faith in her waver, for the moment. With a deep inhale, she resumed an air of normalcy, a hand placed on her shifted hip that caught more than one pair of eyes from gawking onlookers. Little did her new feathered companion know, Rou did, in fact, come bearing gifts of her own, but it was no stretch of the imagination that they might be a bit poorly received. Knowledge, while a wealthy boon, often wasn't the sweetest to stomach. "Perhaps you're right," Rou agreed, stepping forward and rummaging through a few of the trinkets, herself. Her lips rumpled and eyebrows twitched this way and that, as she considered only a few items, gravitating to one rather quickly. Selection in mind, she waved to the attention of the shopkeep, depositing a few Carmine imperial crowns in her weathered hand, and nodding in gratitude. She'd turned rather swiftly to Zenahriel, though had been careful not to interrupt him, not wanting to sour the sweet moment of leisure that seemed like it might have been as few and far between for him as it had for her. With a half-smile, she held out her hand. "I think it would be better received from you," she confided in him as she opened her palm, displaying a small rattle. It was sculpted out of mother-of-pearl that shone like the moon on it's bulbous end, the light crafting bright hues of blue, pink, yellow, and purple as it turned, a small chime from within the hollow. It was smooth, buffed to perfection for such a small thing, no care spared for the young hands it was intended for-- and especially small mouths. "I can already imagine the look of distrust on her face. Give this to her for me, would you? For the..." she paused, her face twisting a little, "... for the babe." Rou had rarely come across as awkward, and it came as an uncommon color when she spoke of children; they certainly were far from her forte. "Children like this sort of thing, yes?" she asked, with a dubious wrinkle of her nose, holding the rattle on end by two fingers before depositing it in Zenahriel's hand. She remembered the child who'd come to inspect Zenahriel's great wings but a moment ago, who'd run away with squeals that mixed anxiety with palpable delight. She didn't like children, much... though she doubted they liked her much, either. "Come, I'd like to see as much of the market as possible, before Fowler hunts us down." ------------------------------------------------ On the edge of town, the sun had just begun to sink beneath the distant peaks of Hodenaufer, north over the shimmering auburn waters of Lake Atitlan. Fowler had assumed a small half the crew with horses and carriages, each baring heavy saddles, toting emblems and banners aplenty at the threshold of the Ellwood Forest. Rou usually liked the fame that came with pageantry, but not at the cost of her time, the anxiety already causing her hair to stand uncomfortably on the back of her neck. In this particular case, the grandeur felt like it was more than a little falsely advertised, for the emblems symbolized Rafael, and it was not Rafael who had come to see the Black Queen. Privately, she wondered if Irene already knew, wondered if she would be denied audience, as well. Zenahriel's presence was essential. "A carr'age 'as been prepared fer ye, milady," Fowler gruffed at her in his grizzled tone, sounding wearier than he looked from arranging the entourage. Always the stalwart captain, he never let his tire betray him. Rou pointed, seeming a bit confused at the two wagons and carriage. Though she wasn't keen to press his buttons, it could hardly be handled delicately. "Pray tell me, Captain, then why are we so burdened?" The wagons were laden with trunks, strapped down tight, with gargantuan Clydesdale horses towing them. They were each strapped with bulky cloth muzzles around their snouts, covering mouth and nostrils. Fowler stretched briefly, hearing an audible click from his spine, and a groan to follow. "Passin' thra Ellwood i'still dangerous, but 'tis the only way t' the Capital from this route. Inhalin' th' spores still 'as devastatin' effects, but they can stick t' clothes-- an' the horses as well. We may all hafta re-outfit erselves 'n Versilla, should we hit a rough bloom." Taking a mask from one of his lieutenants, he wrapped a gauzy cloth layered over his face, careful to cover all of his beard so that none would seep past. "B'tween changes o' clothes --more'un if we 'ave reason t' stay longer'un milady expects-- protect've weapons, an' His Majesty's boun'y for the Queen, we're full up." Rou's face instantly soured, sneering with no little amount of disgust. "Of course he did," she muttered, not-so-softly under her breath. Rou shot a look to Zenahriel, though she hadn't expected him to be sympathetic. "Ye'd best cover up, th' both of yas, and get in'th carr'age. Leave th' trek t'us, we'll have ye there by nightfall." "I've had quite my fill of confined carriages, Fowler. That box of a stateroom was enough-- no offense." She could tell Fowler was grimacing beneath his mask, though he shrugged anyway. "Two of this pomp and pageantry can ride in the carriage; there won't be much to parade for in the Forest of Ellwood." Taking a mask for herself, and passing another to Zenahriel, before wrapping it firmly around her head. With a muffled order to one of the soldiers, he rushed off to the wagon to rummage through it, before bringing a few effects back to his lady. Sliding a leather strap over her head, the soldier helped to fasten a few buckles around her bicep, affixing a layered leather pauldron from shoulder to elbow. Taking initiative herself for the latter, she looped the end of a long leather belt through a ring, a tightly-bound frog holding the sheath of a sword behind her hip. In a moment's quiet, her head drifted towards the ominous forest, the wind softly lifted her hair, still sporting two of Zenahriel's black feathers. Resolved, and with a quick nod to Zenahriel, she tread up near the lead. She wouldn't say as much, though the look in her eyes was one that knew intimately the terrors that still could dwell within Ellwood-- and she trusted no eyes other than her own. One of the Clydesdales had to shoulder Zenahriel, for his great wings were too massive for a smaller horse, though Rou was content on a grey Umbral thoroughbred, swinging one leg over the flank and planting her rump heavily in the saddle. Fowler spurred his horse gently to canter up into the lead, allowing the two An'She to follow second. The creaking of wagon wheels and clomping hooves stirred in a subtle rumble behind. And thus, the party descended into the quiet, dusky briar...
  34. 2 points
    notmuch_23

    Summarized results from RP Survey

    Most of the time, it takes me less than 30 minutes to write a post, but occasionally, I need to do some research. Sometimes it's more than an hour of research for one post, or posts i want to do. I spent a couple hours learning how to use a theodolite so I can accurately write about Thurgood and Aveline using one.
  35. 2 points
    vielle

    Singlance House Party

    She takes a few moments to gaze around the room, taking in the strange sights one moment at a time, between one breath and the next, when the faint sound of pitter-patter feet draws her attention. The creature that approaches her is altogether strange, almost unbelievable to her inexperienced gaze, but once the confusion and apprehension over this unknown variable passes, Varda rather thinks the six-limbed fox is a beautiful thing. She pointedly does not gasp when it suddenly speaks after fiddling with the device under its throat, however, because really, she is quite obviously out of her depth here. Appearances must be kept, despite her feeling like a boat cast adrift and lost on the high seas. "Well you must be Lady Hildebrand. I'm Nadia. Is there anything I might be able to get you, like a drink, or some snacks, or-some of those ribs?" Taking a deep breath to steady herself and stamp down on her astonishment, Varda manages to smile politely at the fox, inclining her head in greeting. “Greetings, Nadia. I, um,” she pauses, suddenly unsure as to what she’d like to have, “would like a glass of water, please. I’d prefer to wait until everyone else is ready to feast upon those ribs before partaking in some myself.”
  36. 2 points
    Ataraxy

    Ursa Madeum Noble Houses OOC

    Just a quick search of times where I've mentioned this, one memorable time was in a back and forth about it with @supernal and @Tyler. Lots was discussed on that day of January 6th. Please reread. Here's another time I mentioned it all the way back in September Here in August I don't quite say "everyday" magic, but I felt like what I said was fairly clear on my position concerning magic usage in UM Another time I mention how the Taen loci counteracts the mainland loci in keeping powerlevels to buulding busting An example of where I mention transportation vehicles such as airships/ flying machines which are run by magic as a way to show how science is not required where magic can be used. A time that I mention how much cheaper it is to just use magic over technology in UM I found all this by typing in "magic" into the search bar. If I really wanted to, I'm sure I could find other places where I mention it throughout the site in other OOC threads like Reverie. The posts I'm linking date back to August, which is more or less when we started getting UM really up and running. Many of these, especially the first one I linked which is an entire discussion, involved a lot of people. So I think "oh i missed it, oops" is more like "i don't like that so i'm going to forget i heard it." Which is understandable but not something I'm willing to let fly.
  37. 2 points
    Fierach

    The Harrowing | Kadia Event

    All along the lines, there were acts of valor. On one flank, a Greatsword Mortis had to hold by himself as the Guardians ordered fell back to support the Inquisitor as she healed. The heavy machine gun in his hands roared, scything down the hounds of Chaos like a farmer upon his autumn harvest. Elsewhere, the halbardiers worked in concert, using teamwork and the lengths of their weapons to take down numerous beastmen before they could come to grips. One soldier found himself yanked out of formation however, a dying monster's grasp pulling him out through his own grip on his weapon. The Guardian went sprawling, and looked up to see two hulking figures loom over him, ready to smash him to a pulp with brute strength. They never got the chance. With a single thunderous discharge, their upper bodies were snatched away in a storm of blood and steel, a Greatsword lumbering up in a deceptively casual gait, reloading a titanic, smoking, four-barreled shotgun with one hand, and hauled the wayward Guardian back into line with the other. The Force Majeure forces were not swamped, not yet. Their weapons and the firepower of the Imperator Bellum struck great ragged holes in the first wave, vast as it was, but that was about to change. "I see it!" James snarled in reply, to the communication from Lena, ducking under one beastman's blow and gutting it in half with his nodachi. The blade alight with the power of his flames and his fury, Amaterasu flashed again and again as the Daemonslayer clove through the oncoming brutes. Neither their musculature nor their armor threatened him in the slightest, each swing cutting through both as though only air were there. James redirected communications back to the ship. "Helm! New target! Priority Alpha" The gunners upon the frigate retrained their weapons and opened fire upon the daemon engine, for even whilst grounded the airship was as a fortress. It was for naught however, as the fire burst across what seemed to be an dome of energy shielding the Tower of Skulls from harm. Whatever arcane, shimmering protections lay upon the daemonic war machine warded it from the fury of the Imperator Bellum's salvoes as it drew ever closer, and lined up its first shot. Aboard the frigate, the bridge crew was in a frenzy. When Captain Daekian Clavis saw what was happening, he snapped to an ensign immediately. "Raise the shields!" he roared. "We don't have enough power to maintain the shields and the energy cannons!" the subordinate voiced, but Daekian overruled his objections, "If we don't raise the shields we're dead! Do it now!" Outside, those in close proximity could feel their hair raise as the airship's shields powered up with a warbling hum. A belch of fire erupted from the barrel of the Tower of Skulls as it fired an infernal projectile that hurtled across the battlefield with the power of a thousand damned souls behind it and slammed straight into the frigate's void shielding, and all on the Force Majeure vessel felt the impact rattle their bones. Flaming pieces of shrapnel rained down, catching one Guardian on fire. The return fire of the vessel redirected itself back onto the beastmen army, but the damage was done. Without the brilliant lance flashes of its energy weaponry, they rushed the position being held by the Custode Militant in greater numbers. James grit his teeth. They would just have to die in greater droves then! His keen eyes detected a figure leading the way ahead of the daemon engine. A beastman of greater size then the rest, over ten feet of bronzed muscle, with horns and a bullish face, wielding a eight-tailed flail in one hand and a horn in the other, bellowing exultations to the horde. There was a crimson aura about the creature, more than visible thanks to an artificer machine on its back. The aura seemed to swell with the blood-thirst of the horde, which was fueled by the monstrous leader's war cries, and this in turn fed the shimmering shield of the Tower of Skulls, a cycle of death. "Out of my way" the Daemonslayer snarled. As a throng of bestial bodies loped toward him, the flames upon his blade burned ever brighter. James channeled his formidable aura through it, and swept it forth, unleashing a devastating wave of sacred fire that charred the earth and reduced anything caught in its path into scorched ruin. A brief respite was earned as he then sought out the monk. Getting his attention, the Daemonslayer pointed out the leader of the beastmen as updates chattered in from the officers aboard the Imperator Bellum. "I do! We need to slay that creature! That machine on its back, its drawing upon the horde and shielding the Tower! Take it down and the frigate can rip that thing apart!"
  38. 2 points
    Tyler

    Ursa Madeum Noble Houses OOC

    One more thing... the whole idea of the magic loci actively fighting against technology and civilization in favor of preserving nature plays in very interestingly with the Norkotia philosophy that nature is more or less the enemy that needs to be conquered. It could make for an interesting propaganda effort if enough information about this becomes known to them...
  39. 2 points
    Csl

    Ursa Madeum Noble Houses OOC

    Yeah this is how I understand it too. I've discussed and got approved the Taen-loci-kills-advanced-civilizations concept with Ataraxy but the "magic is hella stronger than tech in UM" is relatively new to me... so here's an attempt at clearing that up. 1. Magic exists naturally in Ursa Madeum, same as it does in Terrenus. However, its wasn't normally used for utility or everyday life. An example is Damien sacrificing thousands of lives to create a blood barrier, and the existence of non-human races like elves and shifters prior to Damien. 2. When the Veluriyam Empire took over UM, the Taen Loci followed them and began integrating itself into the islands. This introduced wildlight magic (biomancy, life-magic, degrades things that hurts the environment) and worldrift magic (space-time anomalies, portals, gravity shifts) Yes, UM has enough magic in its arcanosphere to overpower tech when it's used. But as of now I doubt either Taen magic or traditional magic is in heavy use in Ursa Madeum. I'd actually think there could be prejudice against magic, seeing as the heaviest use of it in recent times was a literal massacre that was used to fuel the creation of a barrier that cut UM off from the outside world. But Luis Uldwar turns his dad into a tree, and Evienne uses a (presumably) magic love potion. One of the Hildebrands have healing powers, something they consider strange and almost unheard of. Talking magical blades that control elements are a thing. The Suujali used magic to smuggle things and people in and out the blood barrier back in the past. Tl;dr: decent magic levels exists in UM but they're just not being utilized to the level of mainland Terranus. The Taen Loci is there to yeet away any tech developments that threaten to tip the balance between the natural world and civilization too much towards civilization. I think that works to tie together any inconsistencies for now.
  40. 2 points
    Aleksei

    Ursa Madeum Noble Houses OOC

    You all suck with your fast posting, zooming this to three extra pages since my last response My college student brain can only handle so much reading in one day! I am available for a meeting between peeps. It will more than likely be sporadic posting, but I'd like to be involved in one way or another.
  41. 2 points
    HollowCipher

    Looking for a fight?

    Aye. Behold the Christmas Cannon.
  42. 2 points
    Defenders - Landonia. “My men and I can provide firepower or can aid in any rescue mission.” Was Nathan’s reply. “Our specialty lies in shock troop tactics: Overwhelming the enemy with rapid assault and movement. Individually, we each wield unique powers. My apprentice, Max can use heat and flame. Gale has power over all water; the Morn twins are psychic and I can generate and command lightning.” He paused a moment to let his words sink in. No doubt the Lord was used to commanding armies as opposed to individual fighters. Therein might lie their best option to get right into the fighting. “I have a plan. With your leave, Lord, my men and I will drive a wedge through the horde’s flanks. If we can lure the thralls away from the bridge, a detachment of your forces might be able to break through their lines in the center and reach the citizens. Failing that, we might at least still buy time that more defense be prepared.” No doubt the Landonians were wary of strangers in their city, despite their Lord’s courtesy. The loss of a few fighters might not bother them too much, but if successful, it would go a long way to show what unity could accomplish in a time of crisis.
  43. 2 points
    I just took a backup. Our recovery point is as of 5 minutes ago from this post I'm making a change tonight which will adjust our server specs so that our charge will be a lot less than it will be otherwise, in the event I can't get us to a cheaper server before the charge applies, and am not sure if it will cause a disruption
  44. 2 points
    supernal

    Ursa Madeum Noble Houses OOC

    Someone get the peanut butter FOR ALL. THIS. JELLY.
  45. 2 points
    Tyler

    Ursa Madeum Noble Houses OOC

    *Can be seen in the distance wrestling Ataraxy and Jaistlyn for third place*
  46. 2 points
    supernal

    Ursa Madeum Noble Houses OOC

    You calling me un-precious is the definition of personal
  47. 2 points
    supernal

    Hello new friends

    You’ll find fantasy all around the site. My main recommendations for a low tech fantasy style location are Ursa Madeum - @Csl @Ataraxy COTH - @Vansin Orisia - @King Welcome aboard!
  48. 2 points
    SteamWarden

    Singlance House Party

    Lithist had taken in all the house had to offer with its appearance. Probably a bit too long as others had arrive before he got the chance to answer to Aveline. "I'd say you should. I fixed that trailer of yours. What was the damage cause? Something to do with a hydra?" He paused and looked at Aveline and then at the other people, who all clearly looked of nobility. "Well I'm out of place here." Even if he was dressed up he still looked out of place with all the gears on his outfit. "I figured when I heard of you having a party, I'd stop by and talk to you about the offer you guys had for me. Seems we never got the chance to discuss it." He motioned to the guests with a gloved hand. "However if you'd prefer I could come back at a later time."
  49. 2 points
    notmuch_23

    Singlance House Party

    Oh, John Wilder showed up after all. Aveline isn't too pleased at the criminal boss' attendance, and doesn't even try to hide her annoyance. Thurgood though, is quite happy. "Oh, well you didn't need to bring anything Mr. Wilder, but I think the pantry would be the best place for now," Thurgood says as he opens the door to the walk-in pantry. "John's known me for how long? And still gets me booze as a gift. Does he forget that we don't drink? I guess I can serve it here, or Aveline can cook with it. I wonder how it would taste in a barbecue sauce..." Thurgood thinks, not wanting to offend John by rejecting a gift from the man he wants to name his hydro dam's reservoir after. Then trouble steps through the door. Both Thurgood and Aveline audibly sigh as they see Middy, or Linda Linda as she's now called, along with Holly Sheathe and a couple other people they don't know. "I bet that barbecue is dobe by now," Thurgood says as he steps through tge swinging door to the pit. Poor Nadia: she finds the courage to face Pallas and Lenore, only to trot in on this impending drama.
  50. 2 points
    "That must be quite the story" Holly frowned. It was indeed quite the story and she would be more than happy to share it with these two. "I would gladly tell you two the story although I do have to mention that it won't be a pretty one. Not because she was proud or anything but she found it prudent that the Empress knows what happens within her noble's lands. On second thought, so too must the Hildebrands but Holly knew that her liege is too busy in their own affairs to even cast one brief glance on their vassal's land. Not that there's anything wrong there but Holly is still sulking that she's been ignored for a very long time. "Interesting sword. You get a lot of robbers around here? There's still bandits roving around, though they tend to steer clear of the capital." "Yes. The oathblade Sunscar." Holly replied as she unsheathed the sword for the twins to see. "This little thing almost killed my land with that unexpected drought. Almost killed me too but thankfully I did manage to pacify this unruly thing." Chuckling, Holly sheathed the sword back to its scabbard. "We're unaware of any arrangement you have with Hildebrand on protecting your fields. But if you have any concerns for the Empress you can raise them with us while we're here. We're not a stand-in for Hildebrand, though- Empress Rozharon maintains that Veluriyam not interfere in the dealings between the nobility and their vassals." "And I am thankful for that," Holly replied with relief in her voice. "The Empress sending her precious sons to visit a lowly vassal like me is already quite the reward." Once more Holly briefly bowed before the twins, this time in gratitude. "Fly?" Holly blinked at the question. "Yes. The farms are a bit too big to traverse on foot alone. Which is why I sent for one of my airship for us to ride on and perhaps enjoy the view of the farms from up above." She paused to show both sons a kind and gentle smile. "With your consents, of course."
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