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  1. 6 points
    Divi'ing my characters up as such: Zack: Scoot Jessie Grunt Wilhelm Knox Blondie Chief (the engineer sergeant) 4 engineers Veloci: Murray Shea Melanie Hudson Precht (the platoon lieutenant) 5 engineers Go forth my characters! Make Norkotia proud!* * - of the fact that you're no longer their problem
  2. 6 points
    Alright! @zackrobbman and @Veloci-Rapture, you can start new threads for your realms. You can give them any name you want, but include "Nightmare Descends 2:2A and 2:2B" respectively in your titles so it's easy for future reference! I imagine the fog will clear and the characters find that their surroundings have changed. I'll also start 2 new OOC threads for you guys to explain additional rules (if any.) I'll keep the mindmap links above updated every few days so it's easy for everyone to reference the status of each character. A reminder that a round generally lasts 2 weeks. If you haven't posted in 2 weeks, you will lose a turn. Note that your character is still subject to damage even if you are not around. Putting the groupings here for easy reading! zackrobbman's realm Leo Manville @Veloci-Rapture Sheryl @Fierach Khaki @Thotification Sera @Thotification Middy @Thotification Cynthia @vielle Noah @ChaosLord Frederick @EpicRome23 Gormaric @EpicRome23 Hensch Men @bfc Challara @notmuch_23 Vlad @P.N.See Norkotian squad @Tyler Ed @Akiris Lort Kingston @[AW] Grubs Nim'Ruin @SelenaNichole Veloci-rapture's realm Charlie @zackrobbman Iskandar @Roen Jack Murray @Tyler Ehlan @SelenaNichole Selena @SelenaNichole P.U.D. Celene @Dolor Aeternum Soryn @Dolor Aeternum Von Hensch @bfc Turret "Tim" @P.N.See Barristan & Junia @Fierach Surus war elephant @EpicRome23 Ilene Cantu @EpicRome23 Dan Palmer @HollowCipher Fidelitas @jaistlyn Aryssin @sorainvoked
  3. 5 points
    There were two troubling factions among the defenders. One was the Norkotian team - it was apparent that they had sent their most undisciplined soldiers to the field. It was doing nothing to bolster the image of Norkotia, and Fidelitas would be sure to report this to Chastity. Feedback should be sent to the Norkotian regent to inform him that it was not appreciated. The Order of the White Hand didn't exist to whip their soldiers into shape, and Yh'mi was not a training ground. The other was an individual, Charlie Smith. He seemed to treat this whole endeavour as a joke, hitting on all the females and almost burned the camp down once. A pity that he was actually a competent fighter and worker, or Fidelitas would have sent him back with the suppliers and the arms dealer returning back to Inns'th with the compensation owed him so far and a ban from rejoining them. As it was, fighters were still in short supply, and so the paladin had no choice but to tolerate him. The good news, however, was that the rest of the group were hard workers who put their physical and magical strengths to good use in the construction efforts. Selena was dedicated to the cause, Challara's immense strength quickened their work, and Fidelitas nodded in appreciation at Ed's shadowmancy. He had carried a whole Saevion to their camp on the first night by himself, enough to supply the whole group with fresh meat for a few days after. One of the mercenaries that had come as a group had a female who sat around and drank tea while her subordinates worked. Fidelitas thought it strange; there was no landscape to look at and no sunshine to enjoy, but as long as the group contributed as a whole, he had no issues with that. Even the Daily Weekly reporter had proved his prowess in combat. At least he wasn’t a weakling to be coddled. Some press was good, it was a step in encourage the rest of Terrenus to take notice in a region they had actively turned a blind eye to. Fidelitas watched Vlad walk to the reporter. He hoped that the auto-targeting turret brought in by Vlad would be useful, but Yh'mi had a way of corrupting machines, and installing four of them at once would be too risky. At best, they would all stop working and their investment would be lost, at worst the turrets would turn on them. That would be an unimaginable disaster. A cheer came from the tent near the war elephant that had been brought in. Fidelitas had confidence in the occupants of that tent. Among all those present, Gormaric was the warrior most experienced in going head-to-head against Yh'mi, and he was sure that his fellows would not be far behind in skill. There were newcomers with the second wave. The halfling medic with rippling muscles was an asset, as well as some others who had yet been proven. Among them was a beautiful woman; Hyacinth, he believed her name was, bringing the number of attractive women in the camp to at least five. He should really warn her about Charlie and the Norkotian scout who were sure to look her way soon. Most of the camp was winding down now, people heading into their tents, some already asleep. Fidelitas was taking the first watch. He climbed up to the highest point of the camp to get a better vantage. It was a foggy night, which lent to almost complete darkness except for a small radius of light around the camp. He moved towards the camp in order to rouse people to keep sigil; a limited visibility would subject them to surprise attacks. The fog rolled into the camp, getting thicker. This could not be a natural phenomenon. “Everybody up!” He shouted. “We may be under attack.”
  4. 4 points
    OBELUS

    What do they know?

    You move quickly, taking hold of the other girl's shoulders. Suddenly, Quetzalcoatl drops to the ground. She retches, shaking violently, then staggers to her feet. You feel a wet hand grip your throat. The scent of blood fills your lungs. You feel flesh on your lips enclosing your mouth, forcing your jaws open. Bitter, acidic liquid begins filling your throat as the hands hold you in place. You are dragged NORTHwards into the bushes, away from the group. SETSUKO disappears into the forest. You catch a glimpse of the attacker's form, outlined in blood.
  5. 4 points
    OBELUS

    What will you learn?

    ENCOUNTER: ??? OBTAINABLE ITEMS: 1 CHOOSE AN ACTION > FIGHT > FLEE > SAVE QUETZALCOATL
  6. 4 points
    OBELUS

    What do they know?

    >Who’s orbit man? "Centrifuge," Quetzalcoatl says, continuing to jog. After a pause, she stops and looks at you. "Oh, that's kinda his name. Officially." She makes quotation marks with her fingers. "I call 'im orbit man 'cause he has super cool stuff spinning around him." After a few minutes of inactivity, the girl stretches her arms up in the air. "You all good? It's time to go, I think." She moves forward towards the trees. A moment later she's hunched over like someone punched her in the gut. The girl falls to her knees, coughing violently as black liquid spurts out her mouth. Her serpents fade out of view. An ink-black handprint stains her face. Another appears on her shoulder, another still on her throat. Quetzalcoatl is yanked forward, chin forced upwards. More of the dark fluid spills out of her mouth as she struggles, pushing at the air. The entire encounter happens in complete silence. In all directions, there is nothing but neon-bright foliage as far as the eye can see. A dirt path winds NORTHwards.
  7. 3 points
    It's that time of year again! Port Caelum is hosting its annual Spring Festival to attract visitors from all over Valucre. Finally, spring is among us and the Regent of Port Caelum is hosting a flower viewing festival in celebration. Come walk the gardens of her estate, taste sweet delicacies inspired by the variety of blooms, and enjoy sweet wines and yokai sake. Political figures across each continent received personal invitations to attend the event. In addition, word was sent in mass to the citizens of Valucre that held no title to speak of. It is a casual event to include fireworks, tea ceremonies, and other localized events within the port. There will also be vendor stands outside the Lady’s estate where you can buy demonic trinkets and souvenirs. Join the festivities to celebrate the arrival of the new season. See the regent in person and the yokai in her care. Enjoy the atmosphere and treats that will be offered for free. Rules: - + This event will be hosted in one thread for the most part. Other threads can be created for the event, but please make sure to include [Hanami] after the title and tag me in the first post so I can follow along. - + Please adhere to posting order within your group. Also, be sure to communicate with other role players to make sure that you can join groups that are already interacting to find a good time to step in. - + As per usual, do not engage in violence without permission from other users. - + If you are planning to up-end my event, talk to me first. Depending on purpose and plot points, we may reach an agreement. Although keep in mind there will be several beings at this event that allied and will be hard to overcome if they ban together. Character deaths aren’t permitted without consent as well. - + Most importantly, have fun. The thread will be posted on Saturday, May 4th. Look forward to playing with all of you!
  8. 3 points
    OBELUS

    What will you learn?

    ENCOUNTER: LEAKER OBTAINABLE ITEMS: 1 INITIATIVE ORDER > @jaistlyn > @SweetCyanide > QUETZALCOATL > @Wade COMBAT 1. Post your desired action in the OOC thread and roll for outcome. 2. Post for your action in the IC thread according to initiative order. 3. Wait for OBELUS' response at the end of each round.
  9. 3 points
    OBELUS

    What do they know?

    Quetzalcoatl pulls herself up, coughing violently. She cups a hand over her mouth, then closes her fist. With a pull, one of her snakes comes slithering out, ink-black and glistening wet. The serpent falls. The black liquid in its body splashes onto the soil as the serpent phases through the ground. The girl wraps her arms around her, fingernails digging into the black handprints that still stain her skin. She is silent. She stares at the spot where Setsuko was taken, then closes her eyes. The distance between you and the forest constricts. The vista bulges outwards like the view from a fisheye lens. Trees curve away as something invisible tunnels into the forest, rolling up the path between you and the Leaker as if it were an old hallway carpet. Quetzalcoatl staggers a few steps forward, and the same force that brought you into the forest drags you along. She stops, sits down, and space rearranges itself. Suddenly, you are in a different, darker part of the forest. Setsuko lies unconscious some distance away from you. Above her, purple liquid drips around the unseen form of an emaciated leg. A dark-dipped hand lifts above the girl, a half-bloodied face turning towards you. The Leaker is 15 feet away from you.
  10. 3 points
    OBELUS

    What will you learn?

    > THROW SODA AT LEAKER While the Leaker is too quick to follow on foot, the splash of the soda manages to paints one of its legs purple before it disappears into the woods. The glass water takes the shape of a hunting knife.
  11. 3 points
    OBELUS

    What will you learn?

    > FOLLOW LEAKER You follow the splotches of black that stain the cobalt-cyan undergrowth. A trail of trampled shrubbery traces a path for you to follow. The trail peters out after a few feet.
  12. 3 points
    OBELUS

    What will you learn?

    ENCOUNTER: LEAKER OBTAINABLE ITEMS: 1 CHOOSE AN ACTION > FIGHT > FLEE
  13. 3 points
    vielle

    Let's Make A Deal [Stormlands]

    There’s something peculiarly beautiful about the Orchard. Not in the sense of its physical appearance, no—Iris cannot see the narrow canyon nor the giant caverns within it, cannot observe the glowing fungi that have made their home amongst the rock crevices and high stone walls, cannot distinguish the jagged blown wall from the great expanse of caves beyond it. She does not require sight to know that the Orchard is worlds away from the death and ruins of the outside, and the group has only been standing at the mouth of the caves. The air feels different, smells different here, quite unlike the harsh wastes of the Stormlands. They are far beyond the reach of the toxic raindrops down here, and already, Iris feels refreshed, cleansed anew. The poison already flowing through her veins doesn’t really count. “Are we to kill them?” She whispers quietly; whether it is directed to Ramsey standing beside her or merely to herself is not immediately made clear. It is not obvious, either, whether she means the Baron’s men or the golems mulling within the depths of the Orchard. Despite her inability to observe whatever living thing could be moving through the caverns down below, Iris had been there during the confrontation with the Baron and his men, and the subsequent transaction that had occurred. The crew of the Casimir had been offered a deal, and their Captain had accepted. She has very little choice but to follow along with what is required of them, lest she give her true intent away this early on. Iris needs to make her way into the heart of Freestone, and in order to do that, she’ll have to survive this mission, no matter the cost. “I’ll need my equipment,” she tells Ramsey; she will be of little use to everyone involved without her possessions returned to her safe and sound, “to help.”
  14. 3 points
    vielle

    What will you learn?

    ummmm > MOVE towards Queztalcoatl > GRAB ahold of her > PULL her backwards ????
  15. 3 points
    OBELUS

    What will you learn?

    > SAVE QUETZALCOATL Please specify your action.
  16. 3 points
    vielle

    What will you learn?

    W-what the heck was that? Can we have a Horrified react on Val please? 😭 > SAVE QUETZALCOATL !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
  17. 3 points
    jaistlyn

    What do they know?

    Alethea For a moment, I thought that the ground underneath me has tilted itself again. I stumble forward, finding myself in a strange forest. Quetzalcoatl apologizes, admitting that the unsettling sensation had been her doing. The forest itself is strange and unnatural. The bright colours shifting in and out dazzle my eyes. “Give me five minutes,” I say, passing a hand over tired eyes. I take out one of the bottles of soda from the bag, twist the cap off, and take a sip. Grape flavoured. It seems to be fine. I take a large gulp, then hold the bottle out. “Anyone wants some?” I turn to Quetzalcoatl. “Who’s orbit man?”
  18. 2 points
    jaistlyn

    OOC Nightmare realm 2A (zack's)

    Dungeon map: https://docs.google.com/drawings/d/1nlcjPTghpnjLEsbcNlxixSV4ljXk6P7_CqM3OzIZ26s/edit Main rules should still be referred to at the main ooc here: Updated character statuses for this realm: https://www.mindmeister.com/1256513557?t=XLpFybfaJI Characters Leo Manville @Veloci-Rapture Sheryl @Fierach Khaki @Thotification Sera @Thotification Middy @Thotification Cynthia @vielle Noah @ChaosLord Frederick @EpicRome23 Gormaric @EpicRome23 Hensch Men @bfc Challara @notmuch_23 Vlad @P.N.See Norkotian squad @Tyler Ed @Akiris Lort Kingston @[AW] Grubs Nim'Ruin @SelenaNichole
  19. 2 points
    Shouldn't you be writing?? @Twitterpated
  20. 2 points
    "She gon' be mad when she find out, confused too." I said this months ago, and finally my trap card has been activated! Don't worry, if he comes to the festival it'll be closer to it's end for convenience sake. This is going to be exciting.
  21. 2 points
    Poor Akako about to have some PTSD. Wait until she learns Koharu is a Shogun for the Datsuzoku. Maybe Koji should make an appearance.... 🤔 Perhaps an Emissary would be best? Idk. I'll think about it, Regardless, Xartia and Khaliq will be in attendance.
  22. 2 points
    vielle

    Flower Festival - Interest Check

    Lady Yanaihara Kōharu will be in attendance to greet the regent, my friend 🙏
  23. 2 points
    vielle

    NARCollections OOC

    @Hurttoto wanna look around and explore, buddy? If not, I'm up for taking a breather for one round and then pushing onwards to the next rooms after that 😄
  24. 2 points
    jaistlyn

    What do they know?

    Alethea Shock and fear stabs through me when Quetzalcoatl is attacked by an unseen entity. Setsuko is the fastest to react, but she herself is targeted next. I see a glimpse of stained hands and half a face; the attacker is human, or humanoid. The uncapped bottle of soda is still in my hand. In one quick motion, I fling the bottle and its dark liquid contents towards the person. It splashes over the shape of something solid near the ground, but in a flash, the person is gone, and Setsuko gone with him. Grigori gives chase, and I follow behind. With a single thought, the hammer turns into a hunting knife in my hand. We crash through bushes, but the attacker is nowhere to be seen. Behind us, Quetzalcoatl coughs. She's alive, I think with a small amount of relief. There is the sensation of falling again, and I plant my legs firmly on the ground. The girl is moving us away, I realize. I start to protest, to scream that we need to save Setsuko, but the movement stops abruptly. We are face-to-face with the attacker. His stained hands and leg gives away his position and form above the prone Setsuko. "Get away from her!" I yell. I rush at him, aiming to plunge the knife somewhere around his torso, allowing the glass-like knife to take the lead in movement. - Action: Attack (d6 = 4)
  25. 2 points
    It does indeed! So you wouldn't be able to target beings with too-aberrant or too-divergent biologies, such as an ooze or an elemental. That's by design, to limit the kind of hosts which can be hijacked. That said most populations have large humanoid demographics so there's plenty, in terms of role, which remains available to players even if the more out-there biologies aren't Those are all pretty good target types I don't know how to answer your last question there without giving you spoilers so . . . I just won't answer? I will say that the parasites are always in struggle, varying in intensity host to host and through time I'm sure, with that host for dominant control. This isn't usually how I see it in media which deal with these things (except animorphs) but I think it makes for more interesting writing, and consequently more interesting reading, in our particular medium so that's why I chose it that way. I know I have fun with it but feel free to diverge; point being that's one benefit that hijacking someone brain-dead or near-death would have over hijacking a healthier host And much appreciated on that note. Hope it was to your . . . liking
  26. 2 points
    Jotnotes

    The Brittle King's Tragedy OOC

  27. 2 points
    jaistlyn

    What will you learn?

    Attack it’s a hit I believe! Will post during lunch, in about 3 hours.
  28. 2 points
    jaistlyn

    What will you learn?

    >SPLASH the rest of the liquid in the soda bottle at the outline of the attacker. >TRANSFORM glass water into knife 🔪 >FIGHT initiative:
  29. 2 points
    HollowCipher

    Looking for a fight?

    Referring to her ass cheeks. Those would do nothing for him no matter how many times she turned them.
  30. 2 points
    SweetCyanide

    What will you learn?

    oh my god i rolled in the dice roll thread without thinking again i meant: >run towards setsuko's direction where she was dragged, NORTHwards into the bushes >if successful, examine surroundings
  31. 2 points
    Leo had never really thought about wilderness survival, a lifelong city dweller raised in a strict environment he didn't exactly spend much time playing in what little dirt there was. He did not know how to start a fire without tools, and had never once gone fishing - in truth he was woefully unprepared for any life on the road without modern amenities, though it certainly wouldn't be that hard to carry a lighter for fire. "I have no such skills." Leo said, feeling it better to be honest so he could be taught rather then hide behind any lies or ego. Unsure what questions to ask or how to tackle the problem Leo nodded along when his fellow student, a dark skinned elf with white tattoos asked about how to build shelter. It was a more intelligent question then he had been brewing, and when he set his mind to the idea himself he found few solutions he felt confident in without the necessary tools. Leo had never really planned to take an adventuring class, his life goals outside the realm of dungeon diver and bandit fighter; but he was finding it harder to deny the skills this class was proposing would be valuable even if he never had to use them.
  32. 2 points
    vielle

    What will you learn?

    UMMM.
  33. 2 points
    vielle

    Secret Weapon

    ascytale In all his travels, Ascytale has yet to encounter such a giant tree before. He has to tip his head all the way up just to take in the whole majestic breadth of it, hair falling over his eyes as his chin juts out into the air. Well, won’t you look at that. A sight for sore eyes, wouldn’t you say? The vision sparks a memory long since buried, deep in his psyche: the feeling of soft, weathered hands on a young smoothened forehead, the sound of clear rivers tinkling over warm stone, of laughter ringing over green fields. Now, now, that’s enough recollection, Stranger. Shaking himself out of the reverie, Ascytale looks towards Rev and tilts his head in curiousity. "Come on Ascytale. Let me introduce you to my home." His lips twitch at the way she is almost unheeding of his presence, upon seeing the Tree of Memory. “Lead the way, ma’am,” he tells her, quietly trailing after her as they move on closer towards the giant structure.
  34. 2 points
    "Oh fuck off," Arthur replied with an amused grin as he finally crouched near the amalgamation of Enid's body parts; his form was fully human at this point and totally nude at the same time. The mutant barely realized that fact until he found himself face to face with an incredibly nervous Henderson. "My apologies," the mage responded sheepishly, scratching the back of his head before waggling his fingers in the somatic gestures necessary for his next spell. His gear and clothing floated towards him and Arthur went about the process of donning all of his stuff. By the time he slung his haversack over his shoulder, Enid was mostly ready to walk on her own and Arthur offered his other arm as a support. With the four of them following along on the duchess' trail, the mutant moved cautiously, guiding Enid onward at a slow pace. "Duchess?!" the mage called out into the darkness, joining Darwin in his verbal search. Suddenly, a faint response could be heard and Darwin instantly burst into a full sprint, moving away from the rest of the party and into the darkness below. Arthur quickened his pace as Enid's ability to walk returned, following after their marine companion. Darwin's cry forced the mage into a spring of his own, skidding to a halt as they arrived before Darwin's corpse. "I don't think sarcasm is appropriate right now," said the mutant with an exasperated sigh, frowning as he surveyed the body of their fallen comrade. "I have a feeling this area is filled with traps." @Tyler @Lady Gilaen
  35. 2 points
    I'm so thankful for the school break. I can finally live again and write! PURE BLISS!
  36. 2 points
    ElvenSeeker

    There's only one way to learn

    Amused by their instructor's direct approach, Yineffe knelt in the grass, folding her legs meticulously. She peered into the dark water with some hesitation. A quick survey of her surroundings had her contemplating. She knew much of surviving in the raging desert. But this environment was very different, lush and cool by her standards. She could not say which foreign plants were edible nor what water source was fresh. In such sunny weather her eyesight was poor and amongst the clan she never had to hunt for herself. Opting for the quickest explanation she said, “I can start a small fire with my magic, but I have never fished.” “Tell me,” she continued, reaching into the water precariously. Several small fish darted away. “What materials would you used to build suitable shelter here?”
  37. 2 points
    In the time it took to envelop the encampment with defenses and a sturdy wall, Soryn had weaved in and out of establishments and posts, talking to several people about their current occupations as well as what they thought about this whole endeavor meant to give the Order an advantage against the dangers of Yh’mi. Some refused to talk to him, others laid the entirety of themselves bare for him to see as if he provided a release they very much needed after what Yh’mi has made them endure. He was no stranger to the myriad of emotions he witnessed during his interviews and it was this advantageous empathy that helped him gain so much success for the Daily Weekly. The Daily Weekly managed to send a technician out to fine tune the utility device that he had brought here using data that it had already gathered from the previous ordeal he had faced, strengthening its ability to maintain function even though Yh’mi aimed to distort anything that it attempted to record from what he had seen when he reviewed the hours of footage from before. It was fortunate that Celene was far more stable, powered biomechanically instead of with the magically infused technology of his hovering companion. Soryn emerged from whatever hiding spot he used to jot down notes and tailor interviewing approaches only to see Charlie once again playing with fire as he talked to some of the newer individuals that had arrived. Soryn didn’t really trust any of the Norkotians now given what had happened with the twistling attacks from before, ensuring that Celene and his device kept a close eye on them whenever possible. Turning toward the device, he was about to begin an introductory string of words to address his inevitable audience but soon heard Vlad address him. “Got any fresh news from the mainland?” “Nothing worth mentioning right now I believe. My focus has been learning more about where we are now. Anything else is a distraction right now…friend.” Soryn smiled briefly, noticing the new items Vlad had with him. He was glad that several people took this whole ordeal seriously and had made it a point to improve upon their equipment and skills before they came upon a new threat once again. Their failure before should not be repeated. “If you’ll excuse me…” Soryn started walking forward, eyeing Charlie getting blasted by Melanie’s flamethrower and shaking his head before he composed himself to begin. “Hello again fellow Terrans. Here we are within the encampment that has been diligently created over the last few days by the Order and those who have decided to commit to their cause. This is all intended to be a hub as well as an efficient defensive point against the dangers that lie to our south.” Soryn made sure that his device hovered high enough so that the viewers could see the barren landscape of Yh’mi as he spoke. The cameras now began to pan along as he continued, bringing everyone who had come here to aid into view at some point. “Many more souls have come to assist. Patian Legionnaires, Aligorian soldiers, several people from the houses within Ursa Madeum, along with many others have come together here to provide aid, supplies, and sword to the ambition of the White Hand’s knights. You’ve seen a sliver of the horrors Yh’mi houses and the resilience of those who have endured them but a few days or weeks is not enough to provide you with the truth I have promised to give you. There is more to come as I am sure there are more facets to this harrowing place that must be uncovered and I will guide you through them as long as I can. May the truth shine as brightly as the light of Gaia for us all. Stay tuned to the Daily Weekly stream for further updates.” Soryn offered a small wave before cutting off the feed and then placing himself in a position where he could see much of the camp around him, gauging those around him and analyzing his surroundings for anything that will only help him bolster his message. Brief Interaction: @P.N.See
  38. 1 point
    Akako Akari

    Flower Festival - Interest Check

    #triggered
  39. 1 point
    Hurttoto

    NARCollections OOC

    Yes Ill get to making the post in a couple of hours.
  40. 1 point
    Akako Akari

    Flower Festival - Interest Check

    I can't wait! @vielle
  41. 1 point
    Jotnotes

    NARCollections OOC

    This room is empty, for those curious, but you can use it as a resting space for the time being, if you so desire. If nobody wants to sit around and explore, we can push on quickly into the next rooms.
  42. 1 point
    But I already have reacts to those posts! Are you telling me to re-react to those posts!? What do you think I am? A re-reactionary!? Okay fine.
  43. 1 point
    mistersalami

    Salutations ^-^

    Nice to meet everyone! My name is Emily, and I'm 22. I love to watch movies/shows/anime, and I'm also big into reading. I perform Improv comedy, and have been for a few years now. I'm ridiculously socially-awkward, but I'm really easy-going once you get to know me. I've been playing Dungeons and Dragons and GURPS since I was 13 or 14, but this is the first time I've ever tried any sort of online roleplay. I was invited here by a super cool new friend of mine, and I'm really looking forward to getting started! Feel free to ask me any questions!
  44. 1 point
    amenities

    GIF association

  45. 1 point
    Mickey Flash

    Stay in Touch

    Michelee said nothing as Ragnar gave his little speech. The main reason was that she was made speechless. He just pointed out her weaknesses, like a well liked child that was pointing out someone different, someone who didn't belong, to his group of friends. There was no empathy, or understanding. Just a blunt statement that didn't help her overcome her issues in the slightest. It didn't hinder her either, since she would be the same no matter how much he pointed out her issues to her. He wasn't trying to be malicious that she could tell. It just bothered her that the first personal thing he decided to say to her was to point out that she had issues. She thought about how she met him while he was carrying a bloody ax, and how he was also covered in blood. He had no right to judge her. Then she remembered how she pointed out the blood on his neck, and winced. She hadn't been too empathetic with him either. She soon caught up with him, and decided she wouldn't be offended. He hadn't pointed out something she didn't already know. "I do a have a fear of being touched," she said dryly. "I know how much of a weakness it is. It doesn't mean that I won't heal someone. I do need to touch them to heal them, and I'm fine with that if it's required." She sighed. "There is a reason I am the way I am. It's kind of hard to explain unless you've gone through it. Suffice it to say that I was raised not to be touched." She could have let it go at that, but words sprang forth as if a dam had broken inside of her. "I am a feline shifter. Touching is almost a must. We draw comfort from touching. How many times do you see someone pat someone on the back? Hug? Hold hands? Touch someone's face? It is a constant thing with feline weres. Everyone around me were getting to be held and cuddled. Not me. Not since my gifts began to manifest at a very young age. I was held away from others. I couldn't make friends, because those my age were discouraged to be around me. I wasn't looked at as normal, but as special. When I was allowed to touch it was only to heal." She shook her head. "Think of a child feeling the pains of broken bones, cuts, burns. And think of that being my only source of touch. I began to dread it, though I craved it at the same time. It made things.... hard for me to handle. Now I have this strange fear. And it's not completely groundless. I could accidentally touch someone and get their pain." Her head came up as she looked ahead of her, not knowing if he was listening, forgetting that he was there. It was the first time she'd voiced aloud her problem to anyone else, or tried to explain it. "The pain stopped being such a bad thing after a while, if it meant I could have physical contact." She stared off into space, as if that was something even she hadn't admitted to herself. She shook her head as if coming out of a fog. "Anyway, I can touch someone. It's just not easy for me. And my heart races, and I can't breathe... I imagine it's like how a person feels before they are going into battle. Fearful." She turned to him now, her eyes a little curious. "Is that how you feel when going into battle?" She didn't know the look that was upon her face, an almost fearful hope. She was trying to open up a little. She was afraid she'd been too forthcoming.
  46. 1 point
    Infernal

    Alethea Faction [Zaross Hive]

    Faction Name: Zaross Hive Race: Antec Hierarchy: Zaross Hive works as a singular entity, overseen by an eternal being they call Zaross. Through a psychic link, each member of the hive communicates information to Zaross, making this enigmatic figure a knowledgeable creature amongst the leaders of the city. Heraldry: A green Z over a black field Population: An approximate guess is not possible at this point, but it is believed that the Hive consists of tens of thousands. Economy: Zaross Hive does not operate as others do, for they require no coin to make their society function. While they provide a vital service to the city by maintaining it's infrastructure, they require little food or water, mainly taking payment in the form of strict rations that the city's officials are happy to give in exchange for gold. Role in Alethea: In truth, even with all the concentrated effort of the Savior Raveena and the survivors of Raz-Nagore's evil reign, it would have taken years, along with crippling debt for many, had the Hive not arrived and made their offer. For a share of food and water, Zaross Hive would work to rebuild that which was broken, and so the deal was struck, and the insectoid creatures went to work. Using chitin forged tools of surprising strength and durability, the Antec people had rebuilt in months what would have taken years to accomplish. Though there are sometimes disputes between Zaross Hive and the other factions, none can say they have not carved their own space in Alethea, sharing the underground and other unknown nooks and crannies with the Skaven. Leader Profile: It is simply known as Zaross, for It is Many Things, and yet Nothing at all So much is unknown about the mind behind the Antec people. All that is known is that it is a powerful psychic, able to shield the Antec from any attempts at following the connection they share, thus revealing It's identity. What Zaross wants is unknown, but a fear lingers in the minds of those who wonder too long about it. Should Zaross decide to attack, will they be able to stop It? Every faction leader will say yes, but it is still unknown just how many of the insectoid Antecs lurk just beneath the streets of Alethea, possibly awaiting the day when the signal is given, and they go to war... Faction Artifact: None
  47. 1 point
    Sister versus sister, two forces of power and authority, facing off in the streets in a matter of politics. On one side, townsfolk in simple garb, the other, soldiers wrapped in steel and armed to the teeth. Tension was palpable, and it all came down to the two women in a standoff at their very streets. "Stand down, sister. There doesn't need to be any bloodshed." Mia said from behind her helmet. "The fact that you are here with your soldiers already tells me how out of touch you are with this. You don't have to be like our father, you can be so much more." It was then that Illyana caught something in Mia's eyes, and was not surprised by her response. "You don't get it, do you? I'm going to be even better than our father, better than all of them." Slowly she began to pull Fatesbane from its sheath. "Now, disperse or be dispatched."
  48. 1 point
    KittyvonCupcake

    Salutations ^-^

    Hi, Witchy's friend! You have a great person to help guide you into the wonderful world of Valucre, and I look forward to seeing the characters that you create.
  49. 1 point
    zackrobbman

    The Crescent Hammer // Fight Club

    Zack was taken aback at her sudden outburst, rearing back a little and hovering his hand over Charlie in case he needed to make a break for it. She didn't seem to know how to feel or what answer she was supposed to give him. She'd started with these tiny, impulsive laughs when she started to speak, but Zack didn't know if they were from stress or a demented sense of joy. Based on what she was saying, she wasn't even aware of what she had done. She'd said she'd blacked out, and Zack was getting the feeling that this wasn't the first time it had happened. Her breathing was getting frantic now, a look of genuine fear and confusion on her face. Zack held out his hands as if to motion for her to relax, but she seemed to barely hear him. She just kept going on about whether or not she'd killed people in the past, seemingly unsure of her memories. It obviously frustrated her to no end, a fact that became apparent when she slammed her fist down on a nearby table, cracking it and threatening to topple the whole table. Zack looked at her apprehensively, knowing where she was going with this. Had he not been been weary of making a reply that would just upset her more, he would've told her that she was probably right. He had killed people before and a lot of the ones he didn't kill were wishing he had. Still, he always avoiding killing whenever possible. If he could knock a guy out instead of killing him, he would. He'd never gone out of his way to straight up execute someone once they were clearly no longer a threat. Well...not that he could remember. She eventually seemed to calm down, her breathing beginning to slow and the crazed look in her eyes going away. "Y-yeah, sure." said Zack quickly, not wanting to stress the woman out and cause another black-out. His paranoid mind began making up explanations for why she didn't seem to have any friends or close family. Had she killed them all in a fit of adrenaline? Was he about to follow in their foot-steps. Zack watched with a sense of relief as she ascended the stairs at the back of the room. He sat there, stock still with Charlie snoring on the floor next to him. He didn't relax until he heard the sound of running water on the floor above. "What...the hell." he exhaled, looking down at the floor. "I wanna ride da' pony." He peered over to Charlie, who was clearly having a vivid dream he'd deny ever having if he were to be confronted about it. He considered waking him up just to smack him upside the head for putting them through this, but Zack knew that the blame was mainly on himself. For some moronic reason, he'd let Charlie out into the city on his own despite the hot-head being a magnet for trouble, death, and pain. He made a mental note apologize to Arsinia. All of this was technically his fault. Well...a lot of it was Charlie's fault, but it was his fault for not expecting Charlie not to be himself. Now Arsinia's life was in danger and he may have even caused some mental problems to emerge that she might've been trying to keep down. He thought back to all the times he'd failed to protect the people he'd gotten involved with his life. He thought about the promises he'd made them, the effort he'd put forth, the pain he'd endured only to watch them die at the end. A voice at the back of his head was telling him that there was no point. This girl was going to die because of him and there was nothing he'd be able to do to stop it. Even if they made it through the fight club, who was to say that Thorn or any of the scumbags there would make good on their promises? What was the point of sticking around and trying to help? If she was going to die anyway, why not save himself the trouble and skedaddle? Zack gritted his teeth and balled his fists in anger. He hated people that did things like that. People that just gave up on doing the right thing and let evil have its way without even putting up a fight. They gave in just because the odds weren't in their favor. He loathed such spineless thinking, and he'd sooner become an evil magician than become anything like the people that had made his life a living hell. He was going to make this right even if it killed him. As usual. He busied himself with a book as he waited for Arsinia to return, thankful that Charlie hadn't stirred or woken up at any point. The last thing Arsinia needed right now was some perverted troublemaker trying to woo her or cop a feel. His eyes veered up from his book when he heard her descending the stairs. He saw Arsinia dressed with fresh new clothing, not a drop of blood on her. Her expression and manner also seemed to have mellowed out, the unstable look she'd had before no longer there. But that didn't mean he didn't have anything to worry about. Not being able to see something didn't mean it wasn't there. "Nah, nah," said Zack with a dismissive wave. "None of that would've even happened if I'd not been an idiot earlier and let Charlie leave for the city on his own. The faults on me. Also...neither of us died! So...all's well right?" Zack paused, staring at the floor as he contemplated what to say next and how to say it. She'd just calmed down and he didn't want to upset her again, but there a few things he needed to know in case it became a big deal later on. "But, uhh..." he began. He then closed his book and slipped it back into his bag before letting out a sigh and resting his hands on his knees. "Look, um...about what happened back there and...what you told me earlier. Has this...happened before? If you don't want to talk about it, that's fine. No big deal. But we're gonna be in a pretty bad place later on and I wanna make sure I know what I...we're getting into, y'know?" "That's okay baby." came Charlie's voice. Grimacing, Zack looked over to see charlie beginning to wake up. His voice was muffled because of his broken jaw, but the perversion within was practically palpable. "I can get into anything you got-" Zack clonked him upside the head before he could finish that sentence, immediately knocking Charlie back out and making him slump back to the ground. He was silent again, not even snoring this time. Zack cracked a small smile, happy to have an excuse for knocking his partner out cold. "Anyway," he resumed, looking back at Arsinia. "I wasn't really mad at you or anything. Just...a little freaked out. You kinda reminded me of this friend I got back home? She's a real nice person and all, but she also has issues with...uhhh..." his eyes darted from her to various objects in the room as if they'd offer some help on how he'd word it. But there was no point in dancing around the bush. "Well....murder. She got experimented on at this high-tech prison and the crazy professor guy put something in her head that uh...makes her want to kill people. She takes pills for it and everything, but she's still probably the most terrifying person I have ever met." Zack paused there for a bit, staring at Arsinia blankly before looking to his left and his right, as if making sure there weren't any girls with red eyes hiding in the shadows and running a finger over a blade. Zack swallowed. "But uh...yeah." he continued nervously. "You mentioned that you...don't remember some things?"
  50. 1 point
    vielle

    Nightmare Descends [Furthest Point 2:1]

    hyacinth vasilika Yh’mi is a dark and twisted place, far from the safe reaches and havens of sane civilization. Iris, she thinks, would have loved it here. Lounging in some dark corner, half-hidden amongst a group of barrels lurking behind a conspicuously large tent, Hyacinth hovers over her lap, focus narrowed towards paper and pen and the words she’s forming with them. She refuses to be distracted from the matter at hand, ignoring the hustle and bustle around her little bubble as she pens a letter to her sisters back home, on the outskirts of Last Chance. She’s not quite saying goodbye to them, not really, but she’s not assuring them of her ultimate survival, after this mission. It’s merely how their world works; they are fireflies in the night, lovely but ephemeral. No wonder their sister had—she had— Belladonna had abandoned them. Hyacinth had subsequently pleaded with the Crow to let her investigate the proceedings in Yh’mi, had declared she would be the best agent for the matter, with her considerably arcane skill set. The Witchsent would do well in Yh’mi, she had argued. Say what one will of her coping methods with grief and betrayal, but throwing oneself into scenarios of certain danger proves to be the ultimate distraction, in her case. Her writing hand stops, poised against that last stroke, and she rereads the letter with dark eyes. Tucking the parchment somewhere amongst her robes, Hyacinth turns her gaze to the horizon, that exhilarating promise of danger and darkness and all things deadly—and waits.
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