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  1. 6 points
    Gr8ves!

    Gr8vesYard aRT. scream.

    idk what showcase means but here i showcase art. You can totally tell what i put my time and effort into and what i just yeet out LOL. I'll start from the worst and build up to better stuff. Wait i lied I couldn't upload in order so.... https://imgur.com/a/gx4yQlI if this link doesn't show you like a bunch of trash lemme know.... also this is the closest i could find on my people art bcause, I'm on the wrong computer. lizard lady weird elf lady these are some of my recent art styles --- D OG S BIG FLUFFI DOG smol fuffy dog Pink Horse Prettydress t r e e s <-- i actually sold this wow th e end.
  2. 3 points
    Hello! My name is skylar and this is confusing the frick out of me but nice to meet everyone.
  3. 3 points
    "The Star of Death... thus being a mere tool of taking lifes, its true use was to destroy all of our hopes." The Star, consuming the hate, regrets and dread, expanded, slowly, until it became one of their own. Its gravity would pull roofs, severed arms, heads and weapons. Nothing would stop its deathly rise, but the next thing no one would have expected. And then, there was an explosion. An explosion of all the hate that a human could feel. Tens, maybe hundreds of people died today in the village, but it wasn't enough for the Dark Lord. His insatiable hunger for blood, scorn and selfishness has caused him to destroy the monastery on the top of the mountain. Memories of his past, after he got his powers, came back. Flashing memories, which would hurt The Dreamer, reminded him of his miserable life, that one would deserve, for the powers they had. But one image stood, imprinted in his mind. The image of an eldritch monstrosity, with its teeth, clearly visible, as its stenching breath could be sensed from meters away. He lost control of his body, shocked by this sudden, morbid appearance of the unknown monster, before regaining consciousness. The rocky debris was falling on the ground, in a rain of deadly boulders, who would destroy anyone unlucky enough to be in their way. Dreamer cast a few shields, putting them in front of him or wherever, trying to smash the boulders with them or rather deflect them. Some rocks would cause the shields to disappear, tiring the creator of phantasms, but he wouldn't have any choice. He had. To keep. Moving. Not only for himself, but also for the man who would dance in the town square, the man who tried battling the Star of Death and Sorrow but failed. He had to protect him, thus his efforts had to be rewarded. The rush wasn't a long one, though he had a few close calls which he was not entirely proud of, but he managed to reach the place. "Dancer! Your efforts have been seen and you shall be protected!" He shouted at the glowing man, as he was sliding under a fence, which resulted in being a few meters from him. He closed off the distance, as he was casting now a small dome of shields, meant to not break after the consecutive efforts of the rain of rocks to smash the two heroes. It was a huge effort for the man with the silver hair, as the shields became true, one by one, forming the desired dome. It was made at the right time, as a medium sized boulder broke to bits due to the contact with it. The debris kept going, as his stamina was fading. He had to hold on to it, otherwise both of them would be dead. "If you can help, I'd advise you to do it! I can't hold this for much longer!"
  4. 3 points
    Dredge

    The VCF extends their services

    Yup it’s I’m my wrap sheet that Supes linked https://www.valucre.com/topic/43266-dangerous-criminals-of-terrenus-2019-q4/?do=findComment&comment=780987
  5. 3 points
    You can compare that village fight to the first Avengers movie 👀
  6. 2 points
    Metty

    A Disccusion About Anti-Magic

    I've been discussing this with multiple people about how anti-magic works on the world of Valucre. I view this way personally: Arashi, my main character can't absorb mana and uses her powers kinetic/spiritually. That would technically mean she can't be harmed by anti-magic due to not having the ability to harness mana which anti-magic works on to negate in the first place.
  7. 2 points
    Tyler

    War IS The Answer!

    Cordoza listened as the kid rambled his ideas, dismissing the prospect of directly turning the Norkotians against the Tin Man due to the risk of addition civilian deaths within city, something Cordoza herself was very conscious of. And she was also conscious of the fact that it was her own fault that so many civilians were kept in harms way, as she had been to one to block their exit rather than allow them to leave and be ferried away to refugee camps. It was ironic, in her effort to spite Tynes by keeping her people here, hoping to hamstring his efforts and make him look bad if his men killed them, she had inadvertently sabotaged her own options now that the so-called "ace" was in play. But she was not going to admit this in front of the kid, and it would help neither of them anyway. It was more important to consider what could be done now, as opposed to what could have been done. "The only thing with near-enough magic power to do what your are suggesting is the vessel," she said to him, referring to the suggested EMP blast, "Magic power is weakened on the plateau, and most of our wizards or magitech is limited in scope because of that. That means that either way, we have to recover the vessel." She stood up, having previously been crouched. "But I have no idea how we would channel its power to accomplish either goal. It's been sealed away for centuries and nobody has been permitted to access it. I have no idea how it can be harnessed... or even if it can be destroyed." She rubbed her face, swearing she could feel age-lines there that were no present previously, she wracked her brain for other possible options. There was another, one she might be more inclined-toward than this kid, but one she knew would at least prevent the Norks or mercs from getting it. It would be a violation of an ancient oath taken in secret by every mayor since the early days of Forsthaven, but what good was an oath at this juncture? "There is another option," she stated finally, "We could smuggle it out of the city and take it to the Terran Empire. Despite what people say about them, I believe they still have the best interests of Terrenus in mind, and I believe they will be most able to secure the vessel away. If the Tin Man or the Norkotians are fool enough to go after it once it is in Terran hands... they'll do us all a favor and be signing their own death warrants." Needless to say, however; there was still one major issue with that plan. "The issue would be getting it out of the city without tipping anyone off... and the city is surrounded..." * * * Keffler smiled faintly and shook his head at Clive's suggest that he quit smoking. The prospect wasn't even on the young officer's radar right now, and fresh off of the brush with death that every war was, he had no interest in giving up the one thing he had accessible to calm his frayed nerves. He had been about to say "suit yourself" when Krieger arrived, putting the conversation on hold until the colonel left as abruptly as he came. "Hell, I dunno! They just hired every gun-carrying bum in the area, far as I know. You want specifics? You shoulda asked the colonel when he was in here then! If you hurry, you might catch him before he leaves the building," Keffler shrugged Clive off, not wanting to get involved in the politics of who hired who, "While you're at it, you can ask him about your pay, since you were so eager to get it." Were Clive to take Keffler's advice, he'd find that Krieger had very quickly descended to the lower levels of the city hall, seemingly not interested in the building itself at the moment. Once outside, the cowboy would spot Krieger approaching another group of Norkotian officers, with whom he opened a conversation. By the time Clive reached that position, he caught only the last few words being said. "If they believe that we think she's dead, they may make a mistake somewhere along the way." "Very good, sir," Krieger had been speaking to a younger man, though the younger fellow looked like he was in charge given the difference in his uniform and how closely he was surrounded and guarded by his officers and staff. However, before Clive could approach the gathering, he was stopped by a Norkotian soldier in a black (rather than grey) uniform and with a helmet that contained a visor. "Hold it there, mercenary! Where do you think you're going?" the soldier snapped. One of his comrades in a similar uniform also stepped toward them, his submachinegun trained on Clive. However, the commotion had drawn the attention of Krieger and the officers, the former of whom was just turning to leave anyway, which caused his gaze to sweep across Clive in the process. "Do you have something to report, mercenary?" Krieger barked, recognizing Clive from upstairs and wondering why he had followed him down here. @zackrobbman
  8. 2 points
    Meraxa

    What do we know? [Elendaron]

    Okay, having got in a read in, I will know this isn't a conventional thread - I'm the one supposed to GM here. I'll let it slide on this occasion because I can make something of these guys turning up, but yeah
  9. 2 points
    supernal

    The VCF extends their services

    @Sanonymous gotta check the links! I said “most wanted”, not “yeah he’s pretty good with puppies”!!!!! Hahah exclamation marks!!!
  10. 2 points
    Metty

    The VCF extends their services

    He did it in style too.
  11. 2 points
    Dredge

    The VCF extends their services

    Did that already...
  12. 2 points
    supernal

    The VCF extends their services

    I think there’s something about a burning village or temple BUT at the moment there’s no real communication out of the site so you’d need a real solid reason to be like hi If you don’t scrub how do you get the blood off your hands ... HAW
  13. 2 points
    supernal

    Pereat Mundus OOC

    If we head into the weekend absent a post from our gracious host (and no shade because I know we *just* got out of the previous holiday stretch), I motion that the guests mingle among themselves for a round or two to keep the thread moving and to give appropriate breathing room
  14. 2 points
    Welcome to Valucre! The New Member's Guide should help with the confusion, but if you have any other questions you can pop into the Outreach AMA (as the title says you can ask them anything) or shoot questions in the chatbox, since the community in general is pretty helpful. What kind of rp/genres do you like?
  15. 2 points
    zackrobbman

    War IS The Answer!

    Zack was very grateful to know that Cordoza was willing to cooperate. He’d half expected her to refuse his help, meaning that he’d have to knock her unconscious and guess his way through the city until he got to where he needed to be. Where did he need to be? He wasn’t entirely sure. In fact, he’d changed the answer to that question over a dozen times during the span of time that passed as Cordoza led him to a fancy restaurant with several private suites at the back. One of them was the mayoral suite, which she chose as their hideout. While she tried to stop the bleeding from his wounds, he milled her words around in his head. Getting her out of the city was his plan at first, but there was still the issue of getting the Tin Man out of the city so he couldn't search for it on his own. So then he started thinking about ways he could get the Norkotian's to turn on him, but realized how difficult it’d be to do that without spurning a second war that would likely get more people killed. It’d be easy to incite either side against the other, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to sleep at night if he did. Even if he did it to prevent an even bigger death toll later on. Had his mother still been alive, he imagined she’d probably smack him upside the head for even entertaining the idea for the time he did. But maybe that wouldn't have to be the case. Why pit a man against a lion when there's hyenas about? Zack's eyes widened and a small smile formed on his face. "I got it." said Zack, bobbing a finger to no one in particular. "I know how we can get rid of him." Zack frantically reached into one of his pockets to pull out the crumpled map he'd "borrowed" from PJ. He got to his feet and quickly walked over to the nearest table before spreading the map out on it and beckoning Cordoza over. After smoothing it out the best he could, he pointed to the commerce sector in the lower city. "This is where he landed his air carriers. There's a bunch of them and I bet they're not even that heavily guarded. And," he pointed up. "There's actually another band of mercenaries called the Air Jockeys flying around outside the city and they're also looking for the ace. If they're still out there, I bet I could trick the Tin Man into thinking they took it. I know that he knows they're out there, so it's just a matter of getting him put two and two together. Once he does, he'll likely get his whole fleet together to take them down. While he's doing that, we-..." Zack stopped, his excitement visibly waning as his eyes fell to the floor. "Wait..." he said, placing a finger to his chin in deep thought and shaking his head. "That won't work. He'll probably just tell the Norkotians to send their air support. And the same will likely happen if I try to take one of his carriers up to the jockeys to make it look like we're taking the ace to them. Hell, we probably can't even use one of carriers to fly out of here unless we were to somehow jam both his and the Nork's radios. Not even sure how we'd be able to do that without the proper equipment or a massive EMP or something." Zack sighed and sat back down on a nearby chair, drumming his fingers on the table. "Nope. That is far too long of a shot for me." he leaned forward and massaged his nose anxiously. "So...I only got two other options left then. One, you somehow generate a massive, magical, EMP that would render their communications and the Tin Man's tech inoperable so we can get airborne, or..." Zack paused and took his hands away from his face before looking back at her. "We destroy the ace." *** "Shore'." Clive said as he tipped his hat to Keffler. He stared at the pack of cigarettes the lieutenant pulled out and thought back to the times he used to smoke. He was young and felt invincible back then, like death wasn't allowed to touch him. He smoked hard and long among his ill-reputed peers to keep up that mindset, the drugs often calming him. He only decided to quit when he tried to settle down with a woman that he thought was a keeper. And she was. Of secrets. And sharp blades she hid in her skirt. "You should quit those, son." said Clive, nodding to the cigarettes. "Trust me. The less hand-holds ya got in life, the better." Before the young lieutenant could respond, another man walked into the room. Keffler gave his superior an uneasy but quick response, clearly unnerved. The Colonel narrowed his cold, blue eyes at Clive afterwards, clearly distrusting of his ilk. Clive raised an eyebrow, his pitch black eyes helping to cement the poker face he always made when he felt uneasy in front of another man. Or woman. Clive felt a slight uneasiness around Krieger. The man seemed different when in comparison to the other Norkotians. He had a coldness about him, as if he harbored no warmth or feeling for his fellow man, let alone the enemy or Mercenaries like himself. He could tell that Krieger didn’t think too much of him, and he hoped that wouldn’t be a problem in the long run when it came to getting paid. When Krieger addressed him, Clive wasn’t sure what to say. Why was he asking him? Was he supposed to know something about Cordoza’s bombing stint? Or did he think he had something to do with it? Clive thought of just telling him that he didn’t know what he was talking about, but decided to remain silent. Whether it be the law or just common circumstance, he’d learned that the silence was a suitable defense against an accusation. Or perhaps the uneasiness he’d been feeling was just fear and he couldn’t summon the courage to talk. He doubted anybody in the immediate vicinity was a better shot than him, but all Krieger or any of the other soldiers would have to do his radio him out as a target and that would be it. He’d have no chance of survival. At least not without a hell of a plan, which he wasn’t the best at when in a bad spot. After inspecting a bit of debris, Krieger left the room without a word. He was clearly suspicious, but what had happened to the mayor was not Clive's concern really. Foul play or not, she was probably dead and there wouldn’t be much work to do. He was walking up to the lieutenant to ask him what was left to do when he noticed something outside of the gaping hole in the building. The office was pretty high up, so he had a full view of the courtyard where all the fighting had taken place. There were bodies, limbs, and fires every which way he looked, but it wasn’t the death and desrtuction that caught his eye. Some of the bodies were clad in black, not appearing to be Norkotian or native to the city. Furrowing his eyebrows in confusion, he squinted and looked around the area some more. He saw some more soldiers in black, alive, laughing, and looting the bodies of the fallen as the Norkotians moved passed them. “Oh, hell no…” breathed Clive in an undertone when he saw the red T’s emblazoned on their uniforms. He turned to the Lieutenant and nudged him with his finger, giving the Norkotian soldier a incredulous look. “Did ya’ll…hire the Tin Man!?” asked Clive in a pensive tone as he pointed a window outside. “Cause them SHO’NUFF look like his men!” Clive had heard stories about the Tin Man. Bad stories. Some of the worst tragedies he’d heard about had something to do with the Tin Man in one way or another. One thing he knew particular was that he only hired the worst of the worst to do his dirty work. Trigger happy, genocidal, maniacs that didn't care what was going on as long as they got paid. Clive had killed many of them in the past, often being too late to stop them from carrying out what they’d been paid to do. Burning non-combatants alive. Stringing a father, mother, son, and daughter up by their entrails in the middle of a small town that refused to relocate. Blowing up a dam and drowning an entire city. Kidnapping, flaying, and slowly skinning a prominent man’s twelve year old daughter on camera to get him to fess up the whereabouts of political targets. Having a peace diplomat murdered to incite a war. Crimes against humanity. The Tin Man was a very bad man. A bottomless evil Clive shuddered to stare at, let alone get near. His hand twitched above his gun, a part of him wanting to bead the heartless mercenarie's men right from where he stood, but doing so would incite the Norkotians against him. Or worse. The Tin Man himself. He knew he wouldn’t live forever and would likely die violently or of alcohol poisoning, but the thought of the Tin Man taking him was not a way he wanted to go. He just needed to get his pay, and get out of there.
  16. 2 points
    SteamWarden

    Who's Blood Is This? [Private]

    "Damn rain. Makes tracking much more difficult." The masked voice crackled slightly as the figure stood back up. The rain added more weight onto T.E.M., having multiple layers of clothing being soaked and hefty weapons on them. A glance to the left, then to the right. Nothing in sight except for the many things nature sports. "Time to keep moving." Heading forward and following the vague trail of where the targets T.E.M. heard laughter in the distance. "Laughter?" Quietly detaching the scope on the rifle, they peered ahead through it and saw a man on horseback and a group of people. "Outfits are what I'm looking for..." Metal, metal, metal, metal... All sported various outfits that looked similar to what was described to them to look for in the area. With a smirk they headed closer and silently, being masked by the rain and thunder. After getting closer to the group of people T.E.M. looked up at the man on the horse and held a gloved finger over their mouth, signaling to be quiet. As they stood still, the horse man might just seem they're waiting for someone to do something but in reality T.E.M. was analyzing the thunder and when was the optimal time to fire a shot. '3.' Slowly aimed the rifle at one of the men of the large group. '2.' Carefully and quietly loaded a bullet, pulling the lever back. '1.' And the shot went through the air being masked by the sound of thunder, dropping one of the men in the back. Then... T.E.M. vanished.
  17. 2 points
    Dauner Light

    Golden Reaper [CLOSED]

    The place was starting to get heated up and combat seemed the only way to go about this seeing as the mage had no intention of just handing the scroll case over to the group of hot headed skeletons. Dauner wouldn't have accepted that arrangement anyway. It's not every day he got to fight a creature like these and he was determined to see what they were made of. But before he got to fight however, he had to attend to the injured man. His interest conflicted with the right thing to do but one of them managed to stand clear. He wanted to fight first, then attend to the man later. His conflict was however resolved by a familiar voice speaking from behind him. "Always where the trouble is most intense as always. Old habits die hard i guess". A young boy about the same age as Dauner and slightly shorter made his way to the front of the crowd and over to Dauner. He noticed Dauner's wide grin upon seeing him as he pointed to the injured man. "I get it. You're impatient to go run wild. I'll take care of the guy" Gozen said walking over to the man. "Thanks Gozen, you're the best" Dauner said showing a thumbs up. "Don't forget to leave some for me" Gozen said helping the man up as he supported him all the way back into town in search of a clinic or hospital. Dauner was now free to cut bones as much as he wanted. He drew his swords just at about the same time Jo began her rampage. She seemed to be taking more battle damage than the opponents she was fighting as they simply just reattached the broken pieces from their bodies. In addition, more skeletons began emerging from the ruins. As they charged towards Arthur, the crowd began to disperse in a panic. Arthur loaded an attack at which point Dauner noticed a spike in the amount of aura around him. The next attack unleashed was a real pain in the ear as he cover his ears with his hands. After this, it was his turn to go crazy. He launched into the enemy lines swaying his swords wildly leaving traces of electric charges in the air as he did. The bones which the other guy had claimed to be tough were being cut clean like pieces of paper. These cuts were being made at points that could not be put together again. His sword met theirs in a frenzy display leaving sparks where they clashed and sending freshly cut bones flying. Dauner realized that the strength of the enemy didn't lie in personal strength but in numbers as no matter how many he incapacitated, more just seemed to be oozing out of the ruins. It reached a point where the skeletons change their attack methods and began spewing hot flames from their heads. Dauner realized this in time as the aura around the head of one of the skeletons rose to a higher value than the others. This rise was accompanied by the flames which melted the ground where he stood. He saw from the amount of ground melted that the flames were just about as hot as fresh magma which was still below his heat resistance. This made him conclude that he could still take these flames head on without much of an effect. The normal reasoning would be to still stay away from them to be on the safe side but Dauner was not one to use such things as normal reasoning or common sense. He just did what reached out to him and it seemed to have worked just fine for him till now, that is if you ignore the number of times it almost got him killed which is a lot.
  18. 1 point
    Dolor Aeternum

    For Your Own Good

    Luz eyed Arashi but seemed unfazed by the sudden outburst of the draconic girl. The director simply analyzed her flurry of questions which were delivered with the intent to possibly get a rise out of her but she held enough restraint that she just pivoted to face Arashi, her silver eyes blazing toward the girl. Arashi would likely notice that Luz was actively keeping herself calm, the temptation of retaliating with anger very present but there was a practiced calm that won out in the end. “If you took the time to actually listen to what I was saying, you would have heard that confinement is not my first option to deal with your problem. You are currently my responsibility, where your adoptive father has left you in our care and my Light has tasked me to find a solution that doesn’t involve imprisonment. I will not stand here and attempt to coddle you into submission and have you bend to my every whim but I know you will have trouble finding anyone else better equipped to solve this issue that I know you have had trouble dealing with for years.” Luz openly sighed just to let out some of the pent up energy that Arashi’s insulting words had inspired but her voice remained surprisingly calm. “So since I am now stuck with you for at least a while longer, tell me why you believe you have so much trouble controlling yourself? Your answer may or may not help me speed up getting you away from my home so you can travel wherever you desire.”
  19. 1 point
    For the speed that Volentia had, Dauner was faster still, and his sword had already extended beyond the range of her shield when she tried to push him away. Dauner’s aim was true, and the sword pierced deeply through the unplated portion at her elbow, causing her to cry out in pain. Dauner then proceeded to sweep her leg out from under her. Instinctually, she braced herself to fall in a safe position, letting her gambeson absorb most of the impact. Her shield came up to block Dauner’s left sword, causing it to glance off to the side instead of plunging straight into the ground. Trained to ignore the effects of pain, Volentia gritted her teeth and brought her sword up against Dauner’s, but his strength, coupled with her injury, easily knocked the weapon out of her hand. His sword came up to her throat, a definite sign that he had won the bout. “I yield,” Volentia called out, wincing. Clearly, she needed more training, to increase her speed, and to strengthen her strategies for countering attacks. When Dauner removed his blade from her throat, she pushed herself to her feet and clasped her left hand over her bleeding wound. She raised her eyebrows at Dauner’s words. “It was a good fight. But you would do well to treat males and females as equal on the battlefield. You can bet that next time, I will be better than now.” She grinned as Dauner did, sincerely looking forward to a day they would cross swords again.
  20. 1 point
    Meraxa

    What do we know? [Elendaron]

    Like I said, I'll work around it
  21. 1 point
    I should have a post up tonight or tomorrow. Sorry about the wait.
  22. 1 point
    TheElementHunter

    The Heavy Hand (Outpost 4?)

    Ivan sits for a few moments, gazing at the other patrons in the tavern. The haphazard, rowdy spirit that usually filled these types of establishments was not present in this one. Everyone seemed to keep there noses close to there heads, except when waving over the blonde waitress that glided across the space. He raises his own hand, mimicking the others, ordering a pitcher of milk and some bacon. "Milk sir?" She cocks an eyebrow, a hint of a smirk on her face. Ivan rolls his eyes. "Yes, is there a problem with that?" She shakes her head before heading behind the bar. She whispers to the bartender, his chest huffing out in a deep bellied laugh before heading to the back. Whatever. Ivan didn't care about what other people thought. He hated alcohol, the sting, the roaring fire in his belly, and how he couldn't think after. And he definitely needed a clear mind for what they were about to do. Vito and Caden walk in before the bacon arrives. He sets down his milk, shaking their hands and motioning for them to sit. He didn't know the two very well, but he liked them and appreciated their work. It wasn't everyday that two criminal undergrounds took a total newbie under their wing. They'd even been a little sympathetic when he told them some of his reason for wanting to tag along on this particular mission to Behods. "I believe you are correct," Ivan moves his cup out of the way as the blonde returns, placing a steaming platter of bacon in front of them. "But politics is going to be the best way. They're not going to let strangers into their dark deeds without an... incentive." He eats a sliver, chewing slowly. "We need dirt on one of them, something that'll bring their empire crumbling down if known by their people. We use that as leverage and how can they say no?" They'd see Ivan's eye glow a deep purple, nearly black, as the stone in his staff and his spell book latched inside his cloak glow.
  23. 1 point
    TheElementHunter

    Heavy hand OOC

    Omg thank you! I didn't even get a notification that you had posted. I'm so sorry. @supernal
  24. 1 point
    Sanonymous

    What do we know? [Elendeath]

    SM-2309-500 "[Redacted] expedition" Mission Log: Day [1] Hearing the men talk, indeed he too was curious. The circumstances of her death were all but enticing, and the clues lead a twisting road down a dark forest where some may never leave. What he knew though, was that they couldn't stay. The risks were too high. Going off by logic, a child could deduce that whoever killed Valencia, will want to kill them too for the possession of the box. "Gentlemen, these questions may be answered in due time. Whoever killed the young lady, is willing to kill for that box. The box we happen to hold. I suggest we find a safer place to discuss." He said. Without missing a beat, as his sentence finished, the sound of cars stopping outside the alleyway and men dropping off by the dozen could be heard within earshot. "Rumors got 'em dead here right this alleyway boss" "Cut off the exits, I want them cornered like sitting ducks." Faint words could barely be made out, as men rushed and ran to encircle the investigators. "Make it fast, Mr Ferris," he spoke with urgency, his hand reaching for his coat pocket, finger around the trigger, waiting for the clatter of the Chicago typewriters. Mentioned: @Meraxa @Die Shize @Thotification
  25. 1 point
    Metty

    The VCF extends their services

    He started playing music on the beachfront. It was amazing.
  26. 1 point
    Sanonymous

    The VCF extends their services

    Word? 👀
  27. 1 point
    supernal

    Heavy hand OOC

    A friendly reminder as we head into the weekend @TheElementHunter
  28. 1 point
    Also @ticklefarte post reminder
  29. 1 point
    Zashiii

    A Crowning Achievement [Artifact]

    "There is," Linda Linda replied. "We call it 'graduating.'" Then she shook her head at Shane. "No need to be alarmed, dear. Although I am more than capable of forcing you to do my bidding, I am a kind and gentle person." "Absurd as it might, I greatly value individuality." She tapped her temple. "Right now, millennia of information is stored within that brain of yours. It might be too much at the start but you'll get used to it after a while." "Even when everything there is available at your leisure, I would still advise you to take precaution. Learn the stuff you think aligns most with who you are and practice with it. I can only help you with the theories but no one can cheat mastery of a subject in a day. Even the prodigies within the organization still practice daily." "What I want to see the most out of you is your growth. Mediocrity is something I greatly frown upon and I expect you to be a better person once you leave the cartel." "Now be a dear and check if we have found that bloody pirate lord."
  30. 1 point
    Noah thought for a moment. "Curiosity. Inspiration. Perhaps even elation at the thought of something new to study and understand." Once again his gaze turned to the dragon, and this time he seemed unable to take his eyes off her. She was as old as him, possibly even as wise. Being with her fulfilled a desire that he had not previously known he had. Something he did not understand caused him to speak up. "I feel the same way when I look at you." The words were spoken with no trace of self-consciousness or irony. Only the blunt honesty he always had.
  31. 1 point
    Ataraxy

    Super popular things you haven't done

    I find this hilariously ironic considering the genre of Terrenus lol seems like something you woulda been into I've never seen a Fast and Furious movie other than Tokyo Drift. I don't really get what's so fun about watching people drive cars really fast in really improbable ways.
  32. 1 point
    Fierach

    War IS The Answer!

    @zackrobbman The archer leaned back into her alcove. It wasn’t the best outcome. One of them was sharper than the other and had managed to avoid a crippling hit, but a 50 percent reduction in volume of fire was better than nothing. “One distracted, in the open. Better now then never!” she voxed. “Split!” came the response. The Seekers did. Two of them on the ground leapt to their feet and hauled off in different directions, making sure that any gunfire that might’ve been able to take them down would have to be done in two motions to get both of them, while the archer leaned out of her window again to provide more covering fire. One of the heavy soldiers was wounded, attempting to pick up his weapon again, but he foolishly stood out in the open still. The world slowed for the female Seeker as she brought her breathing under control and took careful aim. She had only two armor-piercing arrows left, each shot would have to count. She planned to put this one straight through the man’s faceplate. And she let loose.
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    Welcome 😆 enjoy your stay here
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    SteamWarden

    Who's Blood Is This? [Private]

    Watching as two of the outlaws chased after the man they seemed to be hassling T.E.M. cursed under their breath. With a quick flick of their left hand the rifle switched from long range to short range. Listening to the men shout and figure out what happened, some raced off while some stayed to check on their friend. Quietly inching forward T.E.M. unloaded three shots, all hitting something but not all into their designated target. Two shots rended flesh of man and horse while the third embedded into the mud. "Damn." The cloaking magic wore off and revealed T.E.M. standing in between the rest of the outlaws and stared them down while they stared T.E.M. down. A silent stand off while they all figured their plan. "I'm going to leave now." With a raised left hand a puff of thick smoke filled the air and horses crying in pain followed by heavy splashes of mud and footsteps quickly hitting the mud running off. On foot T.E.M. ran towards the direction the original chase was heading. "Find the mystery person, get help, maybe kill them later." Thunderous shot from ground level and T.E.M. quickly realized they were also using firearms. "New plan, get the fucking new person now." While the mud splashed onto T.E.M., a bullet grazed their leg and loud grunt came out of from their mouth followed by a shout. "I'M GOING TO SHOOT YOU ASSHOLES!"
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    Gr8ves!

    Who's Blood Is This? [Private]

    Tension spread throughout him when two men on horseback split from the group and approached the river, he watched with a raised chin knowing very well that this was no offering of assistance as the red-bearded man in a navy cloak tried to convince him. X’yros declined their help, but was cut off mid-sentence when the shire began to pace rapidly in place, a beginning sign of being spooked. He only glanced to his side and saw a dark, unknown person lifting a finger to his lips. With a disgruntled grunt he held his strong animal back and steady. The two began to cross the river when another shock of lightning peeled across the sky, followed by a clack of thunder from both sky, and ground. The shire nearly reared, only getting a few inches off the ground and he barely caught the sight of a man being knocked off his horse in the back of the group. Someone shouted in the back who had just glimpsed his comrade fall, and they all turned their animals around. “He fired!” They immediately pinned the man upon the shire with the blame, and X felt his stomach drop. Already halfway across, the pair in the river began to whip their horses and push them to rapidly clamber out. X’yros looked to his side and found that the mysterious person was now gone. He spun his black mare around and gave her a firm heel, she didn’t need much help- she barreled past the two men crossing and tore into the mud past the group and up the river. X’yros turned his head over his shoulder to see one of the riders behind him in the distance, but the second one was missing. “Agh!” He let out a disgruntled howl as searing pain ripped through his shoulder, almost knocking him from his saddle. Looking down between his heavy fur and his shirt, his eyes saw the blood. X’yros returned his focus to turning his horse into the corner, sliding a bit, with the man still behind him and gaining distance on his black mare. Something zipped by his ear and a buckle of thunder ripped from the ground. The man on the horse caught up, and it looked like he was ready to fight. At this point, so was X’yros. He growled and pulled the shire away when the man tried to jump onto his leg, only to slip and fall into the grass- X’yros stopped his shire when she stepped down on top of his pursuer.
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    The Fire Heart

    Richard Watson

    [General Information] First name: Richard Surname: Watson Nicknames: Agent Watt, A-2015 Race: Human Marital Status: Single Gender: Male Age: 28 Role: - Electromancer in the VCF; Special Agent of Omega-01 [Physical Evaluation] Voice: Deep baritone, though relaxed and slightly serious Eyes: Opal Blue Complexion: White Height: 183cm Weight: 78Kg Build: Slim, slightly athletic Hair: Dark, short hair. Spiky, due to electricity [Mental Evaluation] Demeanor: Quite a strong-willed person, his confidence proves his elemental strenght in battle. Outside of any danger, he is a calm person, cracking jokes with his lightning powers. Likes: [REDACTED] Dislikes: [REDACTED] [WEAPONS AND GADGETS] · A scepter, which allows him to channel his power, using it as an auxiliary device. Though, he manages just fine without it · A standard-issue VCF revolver · A blue, runic coat [STRENGTHS] A charismatic person, who wants to protect the innocent of Genesaris Incredible electric affinity and knowledge of it in the physics field A smart and gifted magic user [Rating] Foundation rating system applies from a scale of 1-10, 3 being physically identical to an average human. Strength- ** Agility- ***** Endurance- *** Intelligence- ******* Charisma- *** Competency- **** Magical Affinity- ******* [SKILLS] · Really high electric magic affinity · PHD in electricty and electromagnetism · Average shooting skills [FAMILY] [Redacted]
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    As Leon began to go deeper into the village it was then that he noticed the black star. His eyes lifted toward the air, and his eyes locked onto the Black Hole sun. The Electic eye had already began to eclipse the city gave the horrid feeling of dead and emptiness. He suddenly stopped his eyes locked onto the eclipse his hand shaking violently. The Flames that suddenly shrouded the town, The screams of the villagers and the sense of dread. It all felt too familiar to the alien. The visions of his own past crossing his mind violent at almost a mile a minute. He repeatedly clenched and unclenched his fist as he attempted to gang some sense of his sanity. No he couldn’t let this get to him, not yet. This was nowhere near as catastrophic. Not personally anyway. Suddenly, an explosion. His was knocked out of his shellshock when the explosion hit, It was good that he finally took notice, as a chuck of debris from the mountain itself was closing into him. He had to react quick, he reached into the back of his back, and ripped out the guitar that was in it. It was safe to call it a guitar, in the strangest sense of the word. The body was clearly just an axe, which seemed to glow blue violently as the Guitarist swung it in a vertical slice. The whirling vibration that came from the blade of the guitar made slicing through the flying rock easy. Which luckily split in time for Leon himself to avoid it. It was then that he had enough, whoever was causing this had already split his nerves past the time. He had only managed to stay afront and see what was saw that a nearby mage. "Are you allright?" @Araborn Kirom
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    Voldemort

    Golden Reaper [CLOSED]

    Really? Arthur sighed at his insane luck. He managed to acquire the scroll case, and at a discount that only he knew about. However, before he knew it, the living dead were attacking Dawic and not just as a generality. They wanted the scroll case in his hand and would rip through the entire town to get it. Of course, the brash mutant would never allow such devastation. He would meet the skeletons in battle if he had to (and it seemed like he did have to), but doing so would put him in a precarious position indeed if his deception at the auction was uncovered. The scroll case grew hotter in his hand, the arcane resonance of the object's aura growing brighter under his ensorcelled gaze. As it did, the skeletons began their advance on the crowd but towards the mage in specific, chanting their demand angrily. "THE SEAL! THE SEAL! THE SEAL!" "Fuck off!" yelled Arthur, gathering his magical energies as the fighting commenced in earnest when the woman from earlier leaped into the fray. She was strong, he quickly realized while her swiping claws began rending the skeletons apart, but also knew that she was becoming overwhelmed. "I bought this! It's mine!" "Move aside," the black mage called out to Jo in an unnaturally booming voice, the energies of his aura whirling around his form and coalescing into a white and black flame. The smoldering sounds of the flames were like dark, alien whispers which reached the ears of everyone in the vicinity in a haunting display. Arthur began to speak in the Tongue of Pandemonium, tapping into the Practice of Fraying as lines of sizzling smoke rose from his mouth as he chanted his incantation. If Jo obliged and turned away, Arthur opened his mouth wide and delivered a blood-curdling roar. The kind of growl one only heard within their worst nightmares. A powerful wind blew out of the mutant's gaping maw, swirling into a vicious cone-shaped torrent that smashed into a group of the skeletons. The arcane breeze knocked the undead creatures to the ground with shattering force, even blowing out their magical flames for a time. While some of the skeletons didn't stand back up, the other half stood back to their feet, bursting back into flames as they brandished their weapons. @Mickey Flash @Cheezeegriff @Dauner Light @Dresdnd
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    Dauner hadn't expected a golem to stop his advance towards Dredge. The giant hand that stopped him as he flew towards his target in Gozen's fire fist was an even less expected thing as well as the 2 ladies who seemed to be guarding Dredge from harm who were an even lesser expected thing. He sure had expected to meet strong and tough opponents but... ladies? He didn't want to, in any way, fight against ladies. That was not his style. After hitting the hand, Dauner fell on his back coughing from the dust cloud that had risen because of the collision. He jumped to his feet and repelled the dust with an aura blast from his swords. To his greatest surprise, the hand that had stopped him had suffered little damage. He could understand if something like this could resist the strength behind Gozen's fire fist but how did it not melt from the concentrated heat? This golem looked like it was going to be trouble and Dauner was running out of time. The fireball of doom was still looming over the village and he had to get to Dredge before it dropped. It was at about this time that Dauner witnessed the fireball fly towards the monastery up on the mountain blasting it to ashes and sending a lot of debris their way. Dauner was able to cut all the rock debris the aimed for him while jumping backwards towards Gozen. Gozen too smashed the rocks that headed his way. Dauner was both conflicted and excited. None of the monks up on the mountain could have survived that. Their deaths rung out to Dauner's mind but were ultimately blocked away by the excitement that was building up in him. He smirked as he looked past the golem that stood before him to Dredge. He hadn't witnessed this much power from anyone in ages. Somehow, it reminded him of his adoptive father, Rei. The power being displayed made him look forward to a fight with Dredge ever so eagerly. But for now he had to contend with the interference. At this point, Dauner didn't see Dredge as an enemy but merely as a fun opponent against whom to kill the bore. He turned to Gozen who in turned smiled at him. "I know what you're going to say. I handle the ladies while you take down the golem and fight the boss man behind right?". Dauner grinned widely at Gozen not concealing the excitement. "Exactly." He then turned to the golem swords in hand and ready to slice it to pieces. "My fight's not with you" he said pointing at it despite the fact that it probably couldn't communicate or even act on it's own. "Step aside and i wont have to cut you down" he finished still holding a silly grin on his face.
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    Zashiii

    (ARTIFACT) A Master of Space and Self

    The loud roar of the ride's engine can be heard even from afar. If the members of the Order were to ever turn to see who it was, they would find their newest recruit riding a big black bike over what seemed like open air. As ridiculous as it seemed the woman riding the bike paid no heed to such trivialities, she was more concerned catching up to the others. Earlier when they entered this realm, she was the last one to arrive and immediately got lost. Why and how that happened was beyond any sane person but it was a good thing that the woman managed to track the Eredas' trail. Filled with hope and relief, she rushed towards her newfound friends. It was at the end of her search that she saw her friends and their dangerous circumstance. She leapt off her bike as soon as she closed the distance between her and the knight commander. In mid-air, her body shone for a brief moment before a beam of magical light shot out of her chest and into the golem. When her feet reached the ground, she broke into a roll and raised a soot-stained arm to gesture a thumbs-up for the Knight Master. "Knight Apprentice Shishi, reporting for duty!"
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    Araborn watched as the dead began to rise and charge towards them, he blocked out there words, these that charged them are not people, they are puppets he told himself, and so it's time to cut the strings, Araborn let out a wave of arcing energy that tore through the strings severing many then continuing and severing more, Araborn was frozen when the Star started to come down, it was all he could do not to crumple with fear, that's when he heard the voice, and the star launched blowing a hole in the mountain, as the explosion sent him to the ground he finally got control of his muscles and stood up as the pieces started to rain down, he took a deep breath and with a tell released a charge once again, but this was much more powerful, he waved his staff and bolts of lightning shot out arcing from Boulder to Boulder blasting them to smaller less dangerous pieces, he stumbled a bit and leaned heavily on his staff almost completely drained
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    Rabbit

    [Skarr Clan] Mouths to Feed OOC

    I'll be getting a post up tomorrow.
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    supernal

    The VCF extends their services

    Makes sense! I have someone in mind that is more crime lord than petty criminal. In fact they're one of the "most wanted" right now so something for the VCF to consider. I think they're both in Gen too: https://www.valucre.com/topic/43266-dangerous-criminals-of-terrenus-2019-q4/?do=findComment&comment=780987 That person came to mind because they're fun to write with and fairly active. With that out of the way I'm going to think some more to see if this can be fully leveraged into more opportunities to connect with other players
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    supernal

    The Heavy Hand (Outpost 4?)

    Caden was nearby. Across the street, in fact, keeping vigil on the tavern from a short distance. On this occasion he wore a dark brown duster, one the blended him in flawlessly against the darkling ambiance of a rapidly setting sun. He watched Vito in an unguarded moment, and with a little more effort peered through the windows of the tavern into its belly, watching Ivan as well. After a few minutes he was as satisfied as he could be that everything and everyone was what they should be – aside from his underworld worries, Caden now had to concern himself with thoughts of body-snatching parasites. He tapped Vito on the shoulder on his way past the marauder, into the tavern, through the crowd, and to Ivan's booth. He slid into the cushioned seat, removing his trilby hat and letting it rest in his lap, then brought one hand to rest on the table and let the other remain out of sight by his hip. Vito was right to keep his thoughts unuttered. Caden was less fool and more foolhardy, less senseless and more reckless, but was exactly the kind of man to sacrifice his hand if it meant he could punch someone's contempt for him off their face; as Vito cut him a wide berth Caden instead channeled these energies into tripling their business holdings and expanding their trade route. This man had thin white scars on his knuckles, visible by the booth's candlelight, and scars on his arms and face, chipped or missing teeth, puffy ears from relentless pugilism; this guise of a bruiser hid well the honed, predatory instincts of the shark swimming between his ears. "Youse guys finished your laps alright, right? This ain't a party town, they don't hide anything about that. I think we skip past the consumer just like me and V did in Norkotia but here there ain't no underbelly to vampire tap and get our dues. Me, I think we're gonna have to find out what the druids get up to in that temple, and see if there's a space we can fill. What all youse think?"
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    The Alexandrian

    The First Feast of Blades

    There is a good chance that the Order of Force Majeure's hangar does not border its banquet hall. The intervening space, stone and steel corridors strung with rich tapestries and realistic portraits, if the interior design of the Dawn Komturie matches its austere exterior, is likely significant, comprising briefing rooms, debriefing rooms, ready rooms, and other facilities of great use in the OFM's line of work. No doubt these areas are off-limits, cordoned off and guarded by stern veterans and helpful initiates alike. There are certain choke points, one would imagine, that would supplement the defenders' advantage were the hangars captured by enemy forces and used to land hostile infantry in the upper levels of the Dawn Komturie. While Ilyana might correctly guess that Caeceila is aware of Ilyana's approach, given that the crew of the airship assigned to her for the purposes of this mission issues regular progress reports to senior staff, there isn't a trace of the bellicose heiress or her motley entourage until Ilyana, Xartia, and/or Isabella draw near the last of these choke points: an elegantly sparse passageway "just a stone's throw" from the banquet hall. A lightly-armed band of catgirls has assembled in this chamber, listening intently for the rhythmic pitter patter of heels, boots, and other footwear on polished stone. Triggered by their approach, a haunting melody spills into this chamber and the passageway beyond. The piece opens with strange, quiet notes, which the regal interlopers might strain to hear, building gradually on themselves as various instruments add unique chords to the composition. At last, a voice, a voice all too familiar to Ilyana, echoes through the darkness, welcoming Ilyana to the Predator's Keep. There, Cameila Sorina, an ad'awwrable, effervescent catgirl refugee, stands, singing for Ilyana. She's a talented songstress, much like Nines, and the spell she weaves, neither arcane nor eldritch in nature, might yet be powerful enough to wake strong emotions in both Isabella and Ilyana on account of their tragic histories. Her performance is spectacular, brimming with passion and theatrics. Cammy attempts to draw Ilyana's gaze to her sparkling pink eyes. Her striking silver hair and well-groomed tail tied up with multicolored ribbons sway hypnotically from side-to-side as she rocks back and forth to the gentle beat of her song. Tonight, the tiny, fair kawaii-kitty is dressed in one-of-a-kind silvery evening gown, commissioned from Evienne Dali, that terminates just over an inch from the ground. As with any article Evienne Dali has touched, Cameila's gown is of the highest quality, delicate, hand stitched embroidery shimmering as if caught in a moonbeam though there is naught in this room but artificial light. Cammy steps toward Ilyana if Ilyana appears to appreciate her performance, the wondrous patterns of her dress shifting, conjuring up dazzling constellations in the air around her as she moves. Though she refrains from turning her back on the group, a window in the back of her dress prominently displays her full-back tattoo of a white tiger mid-pounce in ink that, oddly, glows with wonderful light. Sharp teeth flash through luscious fuchsia lips as she smiles warmly at Ilyana. This ambush was intended solely for Ilyana, yet Cammy isn't bothered in the least by Isabella or Xartia's presence. Okay, that's not entirely true; Xartia is a tad too close to Ilyana for Cammy's liking. It bothers her, though she tries to hide it, that Ilyana didn't ask her to feast, even though neither of them were supposed to be in the area; Cammy was nearing Ponkapoag Lake when she received word that Ilyana had set a course for Predator's Keep and diverted from her objective to reinforce Caeceila's position (hence the rune-etched wands the catgirls strapped to their thighs and the necklace of crystals Cammy wore as a type of arcane foci). Caeceila, however, is not in this area. Her opinion of the Allied Nations of Terrenus is not fit to discuss in polite company, and she is positive that her presence at the banquet would likely end in a brawl. Immediately after her performance concludes, Cammy enthusiastically waves at Isabella and somewhat less enthusiastically waves at Xartia unless one or both of them left before she was finished with her set. Hiya! Are you Ilyana's friends?
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    supernal

    Mobile suit gundam wing 1995 [anime]

    The geopolitics are definitely interesting. There’s multi-party opposition and that blonde guy with the mask, I like his tactics. I can see how this might have inspired something like Code Geass. I even get The Expanse vibes from it with the earth vs colonies
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    jaistlyn

    Super popular things you haven't done

    Lol when I was living in the student apartments, we heard screams from one of the rooms. We went to knock on the door to make sure the person wasn’t getting murdered or dying. Then he opened the door and said he was reacting to super bowl -.-
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    Csl

    Super popular things you haven't done

    Star Wars. I watched ep 4 but that's it. :')
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    I've never taken a selfie. Come to think of it, I don't think I've ever texted anyone either.
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