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  1. 3 points
    AngryCacti

    Picrew - free character art maker

    Part 2 Hamlin Tompton Felon Malcom Ahiman Alken Rand
  2. 3 points
    Csl

    Picrew - free character art maker

    Tried the second picrew, made a pretty decent Roz & Cassandra!
  3. 3 points
    Phoebe

    The Gates of Disorder

    "W-What?" His words made no sense to her. How could they? She had lived and relived his death over and over again. She had considered necromancy to return his soul even briefly so that she could express her heart's greatest burdens, yet recoiled from such notions, knowing that it would corrupt what she had promised herself to keep untainted. His memory was the cornerstone of her mental fortress. And now he stood in front of her, no longer a memory, looking wild as she were and just as old, as if he had lived the battles which she had fought. It was impossible. But when (false) James whispered under his breath to Tenkai, she knew immediately that her world was about to invert itself, subverting everything she had ever understood about it. "I didn't know those existed." She spoke up, her quivering voice calmed in an instant as she came to terms with the existence of the man before her, the touch of his rough palm sending waves of nostalgia through her mind, only for him to relinquish that touch seconds later. It took her another full second as his words finally made sense in her head. "Hawk, Howard, Douglas," she vocalised loudly, gesturing for them to follow. She shook her head in bewilderment, her heart still reeling with feelings long suppressed and hardened, yet she felt them nonetheless. "Secure the Bastion. I don't want anyone intruding on. . . Whatever we are about to learn," she asserted. "I fear not all is as we have known it." Still wide eyed with shock, Addison moved robotically, gesturing for James and Tenkai to follow as she led the way down from the portal platform. @Fierach
  4. 3 points
    Fierach

    The Gates of Disorder

    James grasped their situation far faster and better than she did, being more learned of the paradoxes of the universe. He considered his next words carefully. "This one never died" he replied quietly. He wondered when their timelines diverged. Clearly one of the primary differences was that this Akimee had lost him, instead of the other way around. James turned to Tenkai, "This is an alternate reality" he informed the monk under his breath. Turning back to the knightess, he gently reached forth and pressed his right hand against hers. Yes, there was no doubt. He knew her touch and feel, an aura impossible to replicate. Even all the difference this alternate dimension had wrought upon Akimee Ayora, he still knew her, and yet everything was different all the same. To think that the Space Cornerstone was capable of this. Or did it come to pass precisely because he was the owner? "Lower your weapons" James called out loudly, his voice taking on the aura of command. He dropped his hand away first if she didn't. "Bring whom you trust. I have a tale for you, only for the most reliable ears".
  5. 2 points
    tekNique

    Interest Check - The Sun Rises

    This is an open thread in Nu Martyr that I've thrown a couple of posts in, but writing solo is so very lonely! The general rundown is this is my character Feodore, recently reawoken to a Renovation he does not recognize(he was last "awake" during the forming years of Renovatio, under the first King Cartyr); there is no overarching purpose outside of writing some story, encountering some other players, and seeing where that takes us.
  6. 2 points
    Zashiii

    Gaia's;Hand [closed. Gaia]

    "That's a big one," Prisoner 069 whimpered as he backed away from the wolf. "There..there..doggy. You're a good boy. Just stay right there." One can easily free a man from his physcial prison but not from the shackles of his mind. Once a coward, always a coward. He sidled towards Prisoner 003, ensuring that the other man stood between Shethid and that big wolf. When Marigold came out, Shethid's eyes lit up. Now that is a man he recognizes. "Hello there!" Shethid started, his eyes darting back to the big wolf every so often. "So it is the kind Doctor Marigold. How's Laughingstock doing nowadays?"
  7. 2 points
    saga juliet

    Moral Question 4: Fire!

    What's meaningful for you is not necessarily meaningful for others. In the same way that "applied trolley problems" are complete garbage as far as it applies in reality, you might apply a similar meaningless label to discussions of free will. In the end, humans have to act as if they have free will -- they literally are incapable of not doing so -- so the entire discussion is moot - not "meaningful" - when considered practically. Of course, if you want to talk practicals, the entire field of philosophy ought to be abolished outright, for all the ivory towers that they occupy that never see the detail on the ground. The counterpoint is that within the context of philosophy, these questions and these discussion - however useless they are when applied - are interesting from a theoretical standpoint. "Metaphysical calculus" is in fact the literal goal of this question, to put a situational value on human life. It's perfectly reasonable that it doesn't appeal to you, but it's not in and of itself worthless to other parties when all humans do to entertain themselves is think about stupid hypotheticals, when this entire site is built on the premise that people can amuse themselves writing about impossible hypotheticals that have no bearing or application in reality. In a single statement: I would be interested in the straightforward non-lateral answer to the hypothetical, and you're free to insult my intelligence or imply that I'm deficient in some quality for having that desire, but I'd hope you could entertain that different people have different interests than you. That being said, this question's been beaten to death since the invention of trolleys, and I've heard just about every unironic answer beneath the sun anyway. My kids, every time. Other people's deaths are nothing more than condolences, but me and my own are tragedies. Alt text: "I'm sorry about your organs, son, but those five starving kids in Asia!" EDIT: As an aside, a comment on that terrifically smarmy article you'd linked earlier: if I were the programmer writing the code for the self-driving car trolley problem, asked the question to the author and got answered with: "We should abolish existing power structures that give people the right to decide the lives of others," I don't know what I would do, my god - that's a real moral question there.
  8. 2 points
    I agree 100% with @The Alexandrian, and that would be 100% my thought process. .....after I tried and failed to save my kid. See, I know what I should do in this circumstance, then I know what I actually would do in this circumstance. I would only truly comprehend all the stuff that Alex laid down after everything was said and done and some firefighter was reading me the riot act on the ambulance ride. Here are my first thoughts, in order, when I read this question: 1) I'm not a quick thinker. All of the factors listed above would not enter my headspace until it was too late. 2) I don't just stand around and do nothing when there's something that needs to be done and I estimate it is even remotely in my means to do it. It's almost a compulsion. 3) I'm a helper. I spend my entire life trying to find ways to be useful to other people. In a twisted sense, my subconscious would look at this scenario as an early Christmas. 4) When it comes to assessing my own personal risk in a physical danger situation, 15 years of an abusive marriage have broken my "danger meter". Such a thing can only be pegged for so long before it blows a spring. 5) This is especially true with regard to fire; my trials and travails have gifted me with a (probably erroneous) belief that I have +2 fire resistance. My natural fear of fire is exactly nil. 6) Unlike @Praetorian, I wouldn't spare even a thought towards my hypothetical screaming wife; I'm so used to being the one that has to fix everything I probably wouldn't even notice she was there. She'd probably just be screaming about how all this is my fault anyway. 7) I would rather die than spend the rest of my life hearing from my hypothetical wife that I "left our child to burn to death". (If I still had any doubts after the first 6 thoughts, that one would be the one that got me moving.) Therefore, my immediate response would be to try to get into the house and save my kid. Assuming the fire hadn't reached the point that even entering the door would turn me into a crispy critter. If it looked like there was any possible way I could get in there and get the kid, I would make the attempt. "What about the neighbor's kids?" you ask. Sadly, I probably wouldn't even think of them. I could put down a lot of reasoning and justification for that, but it's all ad hoc.
  9. 2 points
    Praetorian

    Moral Question 4: Fire!

    I tell my wife to go put her big boy pants on and pick a house to go into. I'll go into the opposite house. If she's too scared, she never had any business being my wife. Also, regardless of outcome, I would then divorce her and take custody of the child. Any parent that abandons their child in a burning building shouldn't have kids.
  10. 1 point
    Dabi

    The Renovation Cosa Nostra

  11. 1 point
    Veloci-Rapture

    A Time To Build [Jiyū]

    There it was. W.D. added a point for himself on his mental chalkboard. This was not only 'a guy in charge', he was 'THE guy in charge'. Witchdrake was glad to see that the people at the top of this organization had some courage and were willing to step up to uncertain situations; at the same time, he was a little embarrassed at his assumption that they wouldn't. Now he'd gotten himself into a position where, by relative social standing, he was dramatically out of place. W.D. was getting ready to slink away and let his betters do the talking until the dragon addressed him directly. "Me? Oh. No. I'm not a leader of anything. I just lay block. I'm Witchdrake, but everyone just called me W.D." He looked at the bullhorn and realized that Igni was right; it was kind of dumb to come charging up the hill after a dragon with only a volume-enhancement device, his other skills notwithstanding. "I'm going to go with about half and half on that one, Ms. Igni. I'm about fifty percent stupid."
  12. 1 point
    King

    Patience is Power [Artifact Quest]

    “The old lord’s tomb is a reasonable assumption, but the journal, it was written by the protector.” Rune hasn’t forgotten that fact. “Whatever the relic is, if it isn’t with the lord, it’s with him. And he could be anywhere. I don’t want to split up, but—” Scraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaapeeeeeee. The sound of steel sparking and biting into stone echoes through the maze, growing louder as it permeates the seemingly endless corridors. But then it fades, returning to its origin. “Or, he could simply find us.” While he’s thankful the task is becoming easier, more streamlined, there’s a certain unspoken risk that comes with confrontation born of this manner. It takes a certain person to throw away their advantages in battle. This man or creature had the element of surprise, and yet, it’s chosen to announce its presence with little care as to the consequence. It is either extremely skilled and powerful, or arrogant. And few times in Rune’s contracts has it been the latter. “Follow me.” And he follows the sound, carefully, suspicious on the wide halls and countless graves lining the walls. The sound grows louder as they approach, and after what feels like the better half of an hour, they turn the corner and view that which has called to them. The creature, perhaps once a man, stands twice any of their height and is broadly set to match. Behind him, he drags a long war mace, its head a solid mass of sharp angles, a red jewel embedded at the end of its handle. His dense, stony armor is scuffed and faded, and from the depths of his helmet, two glowing red eyes star vigilantly at the path. “Who… goes there?”
  13. 1 point
    “I have no clue who you are,” Irene said, suppressing a laugh into a giggle with the back of her hand. “Like, no fucking clue.” Marcellus blinked, dumbfounded, and then blinked again as though a different woman would be standing before him when his eyes opened the second time. Had he been too hasty? Seeing her this close, the knight was never more certain that she and I were the same person, or at least had been at some point in time. They were identical in ways that would not have been possible otherwise, and despite her claims, he’d seen the way she looked at him. There was recognition in those eyes of hers, and fear, brief though both had been. They’d been masked by the bliss pumping through her veins, consuming all other feelings in a wildfire of unnatural happiness. “You do,” he said decidedly, grabbing her by the wrist. She struggled genuinely, though burst into laughter just seconds later. It was nearly impossible to take the scene seriously. “You know who I am, my queen, and you know what you have done. We are going to fix this, one way or another.” Irene laughed again, the sound full of mockery and condescension, and utterly unimpressed. “What are you talking about? I really don’t know who you are,” she insisted with a bit more struggle this time. “But if this is how you try and seduce people, your strategy needs work.” “I’m not trying to sed—” “A penis pump,” she said, bursting into laughter. “What?!” “Get a penis pump,” she suggested seriously. “I mean, haha, it’s obvious why you’re so aggressive.” Leaning in, she whispered: “Overcompensating.” Mortified to the point of paralysis that such foul words would even leave his queen’s lips, Marcellus stared in object horror, realizing her sickness was far worse than he could have ever imagined. It hadn’t only changed her flesh and bone as he’d hoped, but also immersed her thoughts in the crude, ineloquent mannerisms that belonged almost exclusively humanity. She’d become one of them mind, body, and soul. A penis pump? How terribly far she’d fallen, he thought as he turned and started through the crowd, pulling her along with his steps. Still she giggled and laughed, her struggle to free herself nonetheless persistent. Those around them likely paid no mind, for she was laughing and giggling the entire time, and slinging an onslaught of jokes – all of the crude and at his expense – as he led her on. Perhaps it would do her some good to be away from the crowd, the knight wondered. It seemed the corridor leading to the restrooms was all but abandoned, and upon further inspect, the women’s area appeared their best choice. The one woman that was present when they entered gave a strange, sly smirk that Marcellus could not understand before she walked out. Closing the door behind the woman, he locked it. —(temporary) scene exit for Irene and Marcellus
  14. 1 point
    Dabi

    The Renovation Cosa Nostra

    And i can see that Fedele and Gaultiero will get along just fine
  15. 1 point
    Ataraxy

    The Renovation Cosa Nostra

    Lol I can already start seeing some tension between Salvatore and Fedele
  16. 1 point
    I couldn't decide if the intent was for a common starting space or not. Went with yes. I figured whatever level of inaccuracy that assumption might have is insignificant and in the larger scheme of things won't change anything.
  17. 1 point
    Did you know that pressing x and y at the same time will short hop? I didn't learn that until today. I spent the last 3 days trying to do 100 short hops in a row by releasing the button fast enough. All it takes is hitting both jump buttons at the same time..... so many hours wasted. I'm going to go throw my game away now.
  18. 1 point
    King

    Genesaris News and Updates

    04/21/2020 Canon update. The Things We Do: Athena Romanov and Addison Nacht create a business deal and agree to a production contract where Addison pays Athena to produce a variety of military weapons and items.
  19. 1 point
    Shatter

    playing Dead.

    The comfort of her touch was a stable point in a dreary fantasy his dreams drew forth. The taste of blood on his lips evoked memories of a beautiful corpse held in his arms as he felt his heart die. Unconsciously, he held on a little tighter to her as nightmares ripped reality away and the blood dripped from his hands as he stood over a flower masked corpse. He knelt down, to press his head against her chest, and he realized her heart was still beating, even though slowly. He lifted his head, and in an instant, the mask was gone and there in his dreams, dressed in The Body Merchant's clothes was the corpse of a beautiful young woman with brown hair and red eyes, blood dripping from her mouth as her teeth malformed, becoming sharp and large. He realized, she was not dead, and the terror rose up in his throat. I have to do it again!? Without hesitating, he descended on this creature as shadows came from behind and impaled him in the legs, pinning him to the ground before he could do anything about the sudden distance that stood between the two of them. Pain and fear sought to overwhelm him, but somewhere around every ten seconds, he counted the beat of her heart again. He did not know why he could still hear it. The body stood, and the flower mask had been replaced as blood dripped down the bottom of it, the same way it did his own. Then suddenly, the nightmare began to blur and drift away, the shadows dragging him deep down into the darkness as a drug induced fever dream became a cold, hard feeling in his chest. The experience would have, could have been far more twisted, but as she employed her hemomancy to cure him of the delusions by filtering out her blood and curing him of his blood loss, they faded prematurely. It was, in a strange daze, that Amraphensbane came to ponder why these horrific visions did not run their full course. A thing to think of later, for he quickly became more aware of light shrouded in shadows, of his own mask and of her silhouette. He did not understand why, but he was pressed up against her, near and dear, so fondly holding her hand and breathing her in. Why- He jerked himself free of her in a horrified moment, silent and tense. He broke their intimate embrace and turned on her like he had escaped the vice of a constricting predator. He regarded her with a ready position at all times, knees bent and back hunched slightly as he readied himself at any moment to run from her as he maintained distance from her while sorting through his thoughts. He did not know why they were intertwined and tangled together at first, but he remembered the full course of events when they finished exchanging blows. He knew what he did, so daring and desperate for a thrill, and the absolute joy he experienced as he verged on death while lapping her blood off the inside of his mouth and savoring all the pain she gave him and the dizzying feeling of death knocking on his door. Even if she did not understand what she had responded to, he knew in the moment what he did. The moment he did not employ his full-force to rip her neck apart, he turned it into a play-bite, which she had responded to. What have I done, what have I done... The rays of light that broke down through the tree branches of the thick jungle they traversed became more scattered as she broke his thoughts about her with a warning. He had been far from attentive to the path, more naturally avoiding tripping and difficult terrain due to his upbringing, and instead focused on keeping a set distance from The Body Merchant, or the woman he had just named 'Boo' in absolutely joy-filled state. He wanted to turn into a wolf and flee into the woods for a month, but he was far too prideful a creature to demean himself by hiding from her. So, when she slipped through the foliage all the way out of his sight, he stepped a little too quickly to make for that break in their contact. In an instant, he found as he brushed apart the leaves to cautiously follow in her trail, she had placed him directly in front of a vine covered path, some browning and dying, others chopped down perhaps long ago. It was like having a very dangerous joke played upon you, and he admitted to himself he respected both that and her skill at quickly ruining any chance he had at keeping his eyes on her. Choosing to travel carefully after losing that much blood, he knelt down on the ground and got on all fours. All his bones began to break, and compact, mask and clothes being pulled inward, under a furry hide as where a man was moments before, was only a hulking, black wolf with red eyes that moved at a hugely faster trot through the underbrush around the path, and instead following her scent. He was better at tracking her scent and additionally, identifying various plants, insects, and animals nearby as he tried to catch up to her, only to again, come upon a break in the path where he could have fallen down a steep cliff-face twenty-feet down. It was like a game to her, and somehow, it made his heart bounce ever so slightly. The black hound growled to itself hatefully, judging its heart for daring react. His thoughts remained the same in this form, unchanged by the wolf shape, but to him, all forms were natural to be in. What was right to a wolf was right to the human and the werewolf. He crouched low on the cliff-face, scanning the area below for Boo. He felt repulsed he had given her that name, but it was all he had to call her. She did not correct him ever. The feelings this provoked, a distant sensation of pleasure as a result of his ownership of that name and the fact she was using it were yet another point of inner turmoil for him. He wanted to ignore it all and shove the thoughts away. He was here to work, not flirt. So he kept telling himself, but despite his lifestyle, he found his gaze caught in the view. He could see the ocean from here. In the same moment he had resigned briefly to enjoy the view, he heard rocks moving below and noticed his dear prey walking along a natural, stone path further down along the cliff-face from him, just above a deeper thicket of trees whose creeping branches reached out along her path, seeking to trip her up. He remained still and silent, not giving off anymore presence than he had as he studied her movements and took in her posture. Even the way someone walked could tell you about them, how tall they stood, how good their posture was, their walking speed. He drank in everything about her that he could learn, for he would not be denied a single thing in his hunt to understand just who she was to dare hold his unwavering attention. A wolfish frown spread across the shifted creature's face as a powerful wind blew across the humid lands of Amalia, breaking against the cliff-face where she stood just below the prowling Amraphensbane who hid above her. I have been bored for so very long, Boo. You are a dangerous distraction. No matter what he told himself, he could not keep himself from following her if she went to go, finally causing a few rocks to fall from his position and giving the black-wolf away to her.
  20. 1 point
    Sanonymous

    Dōmei (VCF-Jiyu relations)

    "I see. Most unfortunate indeed. Well, let's begin shall we?" He said as he stood up and opened his briefcase, it somehow opening multiple trays, holding much more volume within than should be capable. leveled trays extending a feet into the air, they each expanding into their own separate trays. If one were to look into the suitcase, there is a space the size of a sewer inside. Each tray held a case file. Each tray held a piece of paper, detailing a document of their involvement and advancements. "This is but a taste of what we do. We are known by many names, but nowadays, we go by the Valucrean Containment Foundation." Steven speaks, in his voice a touch more authoritative than stern than before. Picking up a piece of paper from one of the many trays, he continues to speak while reading from the document, "The VCF is a foundation that is tasked with the containment and if need be, concealment, and study of any mystical, physical, supernatural and/or anomalous objects, beings, artifacts, relics, weapons, creatures, fauna, flora, etc that may/ or will/ or has the potential to harm any living sentient being to a catastrophic degree, directly or indirectly.". "This suitcase is a piece of technology classified from the public, using understanding of some of the anomalies we discovered, we synthesized an artificial geometrical-spatial anomaly, allowing it's interior to be much larger than it's exterior. There are plenty more of this kind of "restricted" technology, and we're generous people; I hope you can see where I'm going with this." He spoke, as he sat back down. "I know this is rather alot, I'm sure you have much to ask, to which I am willing to answer. Please." He said, straightening his tie again. @Dabi
  21. 1 point
    Noko

    Salutations Friends.

    Hey, hey! Welcome back to another new old face - don't be scared, our teeth have worn down over time 😉
  22. 1 point
    Auspicious Link

    A Fool's Errand

    Eventually, Khada seemed to start to wake up at Tana's prodding, stretching as much as he could without injuring himself. His tail curled a little, and he rubbed his eyes a bit. His brain was still moving rather slow, though. . . It took him a minute or so to fully remember where he was, and who he was with. Even then, he had a few bumps along the way. The kobold slowly got up, stumbling over his own tail a couple times and crashing back down to the ground. When he finally got onto his two feet, the first thing he said was, "Ceren?" The kobold had been having a short dream about finding his sister, but it had been rather odd - she'd been running away. Maybe from him? He wasn't that scary. . . in fact, if you were scared of a kobold, you probably had issues. Khada snorted, before stumbling over his bag. "M-Maybe I'll ju. . ." A breeze floated in through one of the broken windows, chilling Khada. It wasn't much, but it was enough for his body to want to shut down again. Despite his urge to do so, though, Khada was stronger than that. Barely. He managed to stay somewhat awake. "Cheese and crackers," he murmured to himself. It wasn't even a curse - he could've really gone for some food right then. That, and a few other choice objects. . . Khada then remembered that Ceren. . . no, Tana. . . had asked him for something. His drill? That was an odd request. "I don'. . . jus' give mah drill ta random strangers," he said, putting a claw to his face. "You gotta work fer the drill. You gotta earn the drill. The drill demands respec'." Were they. . . talking about the same drill here? In any event, Khada seemed to understand what she said next. "M-Money? Oh, sure - why didn't ya say so?" Khada stood, attempting to hoist his bag up and failing. "You, uh. . . You got more muscles," he murmured. "And two arms. Where, to, captain?" The kobold snapped off a sloppy salute, before glancing around. "Place is a mess," he said to himself. "Should hire a cleaner."
  23. 1 point
    Tyler

    Mercenary mission - corporate espionage

    Naw, this sounds good to me.
  24. 1 point
    Tyler

    Mercenary mission - corporate espionage

    Yeah, sounds good. I suppose I should write the summary then? Is this still using the full and minor summary, or can it just be summary and opportunities? @supernal I dunno if the standards are different if its not a location canon.
  25. 1 point
    Seeing that her shots failed to hit anything, they would go home in on the nearest pirates. Natalya was not satisfied with just that so she shot another volley of magical bullets high into the sky, each programmed to home in on the fleeing Gorgon. The new type of bullets were given different flight paths each arcing a frosty trail in the sky like missiles. Bullets of ice, blessed by the seraphim Pisces. The new magical bullets travel at varying speed so that each one would reach the gorgon in succession. Upon impact, the ice bullets would shatter and deliver debilitating freezing effect on the gogrgon's body. Natalya eyes twinkled as her gaze was transfixed on the descending bullets. "So beautiful."
  26. 1 point
    Without waitng for Ankou's answer, the Mistress jumped off the airship. The rushing wind slapped against her face. Gravity pulling her even faster with each second. Time seemed to slow down but she knew what must be done. She must venture alone into the city. Her visions had shown her the location of the airship but there was something else that she had seen. Her mother's shadow. As soon as she was about to hit the ground, her eyes opened. Power flowed through her and gravity reversed in response to her will. Heeled boots gently tapped onto corrupted lands. Before her stood her destiny. A telerian tower and behind stood the airship. Aezer's Howl. It waits for its new master.
  27. 1 point
    She put the book back down and set the pen on top of the ink jar. It was a sunny day and the drapes were fluttering as the wind blew. The woman took some of her ribbons and tied them to the side letting the cool air flow in. For a moment, her mind drifted as she took deep breaths relaxing her spirit. Then something occurred to her, something she'd seen in her dreams that night. Her heart sank....Quick on her feet, Luca raced down the hall, past the guards, and rushed into her child's room. Worried eyes then soften as the plants surrounding her daughter's bed twisted and turned as Clara, her 2 year old child slept. A sigh of relief was let out as she leaned forward to stroke her hair lightly. Then with a light kiss on the forhead, and a new soft blanket covering her little pajamas, Luca then smiled and then walked out. Morning traffic lining the palace halls froze as everyone stared at the governess. Someone, daring enough, spoke out...."M'lady....Is everything alright.....?" "I-It's fine....off to work with you now, come on, get going...." The door slammed to her office as she plopped back down with her hands on her face shaking her head slowly. Muffled words were heard as she spoke to herself..."I just made a fool of myself....I'm such a mess today....I need to finish the papers and then head back over to the Bastion.....though I don't want to move....ohhh what have I done to myself....This is so disgraceful....." A screaming silence rang in her ears and a furious hand picked up the pen and grabbed the book once more. She tore it open and flipped through the pages looking at long paragraphs and then finally, again, a blank page. The tip of the pen swirled around as she started to date the entry.
  28. 1 point
    princeben07

    YO!!!!

    Hey my fellow Valucrians; Since we can't actually DO anything because of this Pandemic, I"M going to ask you ALL a QUESTION; WHo would you LOVE to RP with on this SITE? I'm going to list the tops and then YOU all GO!! This is NOT in ANY particular ORDER!!! Raze comes FIRST because that's my Sweetheart!! 1. Raze_Of_Storm 2. Roen 3. Lilium 4. Supernal 5> Desmond_Thesis 6. Firearach 7. Metty_Fly 8. Evan Dionex 9 . Raze_Of Storm 10 Neo_Dragon 11. Cody If I can't name the rest of you right now...I'm drunk already, lol If you've received an INBOX or personal MESSAGE from me, privately, I'm sorry that I cannot recall your Handle Name, but it's a PLEASURE!!! WRITE with me...I'd love to have a conversation with you. Im an ass and I PICK on myself a LOT, but that 's got nothing to do with YOU!! REAL TALK!!! I'm the Benny!!! Benny
  29. 1 point
    Akiris

    Moral Question 4: Fire!

    Running into a burning building in street clothes is more than just potentially lethal. Assessing whether you'd just add to the body count is a reality.
  30. 1 point
    Emm

    Smol Boi

    She glanced at the small pup in front of her, Syn watched its small eyes dart around, before she crouched down and placed her hands on her knees. She glanced up at Addison before giving a small nod “All of the creatures are so beautiful here, all so unique. It’s hard to pick one. You probably know me better than most people, so what animal would you say would suit me best?” Syn raised a brow as she spoke, her smile visible from the corner of her lips before her eyes became fixated on the small pup. A small hum escaped her lips as she drummed her fingers on her lap whilst she thought. @Phoebe
  31. 1 point
    Vaudevillian

    Moral Question 4: Fire!

    If I have a home of 7 next door, 2 of which leave their 5 kids at home unsupervised, and my wife is loud and incompetent as a mother, I probably don't live in a "quiet suburban neighborhood." Save the son, file for divorce, and be glad to be out of that neighborhood. That's what I'd do.
  32. 1 point
    Raptor

    Picrew - free character art maker

    And Alexandria! And Rin! There went my productivity for the day.
  33. 1 point
    Raptor

    Picrew - free character art maker

    Dhizzandra and Shanna! Thanks for sharing your glorious find, Csl!
  34. 1 point
    Raptor

    He's terrible at goodbyes...

    “The heck is an eggroll?” Shanna questions, albeit dubiously. She has never heard of such a thing, but she is eager to see it’s production. Afterall, half the joy of seeing other places was learning about their culture and food tended to be a big portion of that. She bounces around Proteus for a moment before settling as the various foods rolled out before them. She immediately snags a cola, knowing ot like those very much, and their availability in Genesaris is slim. “Whatcha gonna do now?” She asks after a moment of silence stretches between them as she loudly slurps the contents of the can as she awaits her food. She had decided on nachos, having found a penchant for junk food and fruits. Nachos with a plate of whatever else was laying around, the bottomless pit of a woman looked content to try and eat more than her stomachs worth of food as she stared at Proteus for a long moment. “Yeah….I have to get back home. I gotta catalogue and double check the grimoires, present my findings to Rafael, and by then I’m sure I’ll have other stuff to do. But I’ll come visit! I have my own airship now, so it’ll be easy!” She attempts to reassure him. Shanna finds it briefly amusing that she would seek to reassure him, when he has the knowledge of the universe at his fingertips. “Is it all you wanted, Bull?” She asks after a moment. “The artifact and becoming what you are? Was it all worth it?” He had chosen his allies well, for if Shanna had been any kind of selfish of power hungry, the artifact never would have met his hands.
  35. 1 point
    danzilla3

    Gaia's;Hand [closed. Gaia]

    After the most peaceful nights sleep he'd had in months, 003 found himself on horseback once more. Commager seemed to feel no need to tell them where they were going, and the ex-prisoner felt no need to ask. Eventually they began to draw close to buildings of some kind, at which time he noticed something flitting about the fog. He couldn't quite make out what the shapes were, but the horses didn't like it. Michael spoke to someone, and a few moments later a giant wolf appeared before the party. Though it seemed to address all of them, it kept its gaze fixed upon 003, eyes never wavering. For his part, the prisoner never turned away, never gave any indication that he was intimidated by the creature. After all, he too was a predator, and therefore knew how to behave around other like himself. Eventually the person they were apparently here to see made his way to speak with the Peacekeeper. The young man looked weak, and 003 could not understand what possible use he would be, but he kept watching.
  36. 1 point
    MaskedHero

    A Rumble Beneath Vdara IC

    "You keep talking of helping with others, but can I help you any mate? That wound looks less than good, and I've learnt a thing or so about at least patching gashes." The Half Demon patted his wrapped side cut from earlier and was carful to touch it softly. He looked back up with a warm smile and wide eyed gaze. @Venus Sprite
  37. 1 point
    A bit tired and not wanting to continue the journey covered in flesh and blood, Kyoku agreed to ShiShi's statement. "Yeah.. Let's take a break and clean ourselves up.." He said in a disgusted manner as he then tilted his head downwards, averting his eyes towards his flesh and blood covered clothes. His eyes showing utter disgust, like he was looking at trash as he then gagged at the unsightly mess. @Peter @Zashiii
  38. 1 point
    Aleksei

    [Nu Sicily] make one's bones

    "Tesoro!" Isadora's surprise and delight carried through the grotto, her excitement palpable as she stood from her seat and embraced her brother. Small compared to the monolithic being that is her brother (and the rest of the men who apparently drink their milk), Isadora looks like a fairy. Fragile in the eyes of their enemies, there have been some attempts on her life, but it is an understandable plight she has to deal with. Squeezing him with all her small might, the woman tipped her head back to stare at him with glowing red eyes. The opportunities to see one another have shrunk smaller and smaller these few months; it's almost like she is looking up at a brand new person, it has been so long since she's actually seen him. A blessing and curse this whole family business is, but whatever, she has her brother for a night, and that's really all she can ask for. "I honestly didn't think you would make it! I heard you and Alejandro had some issues with the clinic." Releasing him, she grabs his hands to examine his knuckles. He knows how much she hates him tending to his own wounds because he sucks ass doing it. The last time he got into a scuffle, he almost died from an infection; being too much of a man, he couldn't find the decency to actually care for himself. It looked like there was no need to take care of business tonight, his hands were free of wounds, and the rest of him looked put together. That must mean Alejandro is probably somewhere getting put back together. "It looks like we're going to have a full house - exciting, don't you think?" Examining the area, she catches the first familiar face, a face that made her wrinkle her nose some. Kieran was a hot piece, something most women would deem dark and handsome, but to Isadora, there was just too much of that in the man (@Ataraxy). She may be a bit too bright for him, something she's actually put some thought into but has never once provided the man with her evaluation. Maybe she would get the opportunity tonight? Next was Ricardo (@Dabi), another tall man that took control over the room with just his mere presence. It was an envious trait to have, and when he approached Kieran, the two made the grotto feel small. "Jacob ... chi è quello?" Oh no, no, this would not do. A guest with their guest? Someone she does not know? This is entirely inappropriate as it makes her look like a poor hostess, and the only way to rectify this is to provide the gentleman with the wonders of her company. A Salvatore Capo without a name attached to his fine face is suspicious, but to not have this new ranking member announced - super suspicious. "Where did he come from?" She didn't like this stranger; neutral ground be damned! Her curiosity was so fixed upon this man, she almost missed Nunzio's arrival (@Veloci-Rapture). He was someone she liked because he talked with his hands a bunch, and was never really delicate about it. A little fisticuffs never hurt anyone not deserving of it. Being as she is, Isadora hardly ever approaches the different faces of each family, though they do know of each other. She has probably slipped him a few admirable notes here and there, commenting on all his handy work. She can't really recall, not when she's too distracted by the intruder. "You think we should say hello?"
  39. 1 point
    Veloci-Rapture

    [Nu Sicily] make one's bones

    "Now compare the columns from both books and tell me what you and deduce from that." Nunzio squinted at the ledgers in front of him, frowning as he tallied up rows of numbers. "So we got in thirty thousand pounds of material, but they only sold twenty thousand before reordering. That means we should have another ten k on hand." The man in the shadows steepled his fingers and nodded. "What's the next step?" Nunzio paused for a moment, then rolled his chair over to the bookshelf. "We check the weekly inventories," he said, taking a battered binder from its home and opening it on the desk. He ran his finger down the rows and did more math in his head, his lips moving soundlessly as he processed the information. "But we's only got 9,800 pounds in the warehouse as of last week." "And?" "And... that means we're missin' two hundred pounds." Nunzio's brow furrowed. "Somebody's stealing from us." "How much have they stolen?" the shadowed man asked. Nunzio frowned at him. "Two hundred pounds," he repeated, annoyed. "Not quite. What's the next step?" Nunzio closed his eyes and took a deep breath, pushing down frustration, and thought hard for a second. "Expenses!" he said suddenly, rolling back over the the bookshelf and removing another binder. He pored over the pages. "Ok, so in the same time period, we gave out about thirty pounds of 'free samples'. So we're missing a hundred and seventy pounds." "Very good." "So I was right the first time. Someone's stealing from us." Nunzio narrowed his eyes at the shadowy figure. "What's it matter if it's two hundred pounds or a hundred and seventy pounds?" "We're looking for patterns, Nunzio. Is this more or less than last quarter's shrinkage?" Nunzio moved some binders out of the way to expose a deeper layer and frowned at the numbers for another minute or so. "Ok, so last quarter... we're looking at about... a hundred and fifty pounds missing. So it's more. But not by much." "Exactly. So what are the possibilities here?" "Theft," Nunzio said again, confused as to why the same question was being asked over and over. "Theft for profit, or theft for personal use?" Nunzio blinked, and ran his hands through his hair as he thought about the figures on the page. "We've got about fifteen guys in that warehouse, and another five drivers, so... that would be almost nine pounds per person per quarter. If they're pinching that much product for personal use, we need to get all them guys into some kinda program. Somebody's gotta be selling it freelance." "So what's our next step?" "We go lean on the warehouse supervisor." "Not quite, Nunzio. Think. If the supervisor was involved, wouldn't he be trying to fudge the numbers in the logs?" "Oh yeah. Yeah. I guess he would. He's playin' the books straight, so he probably doesn't know." Nunzio leaned back in his chair and rubbed his temples. "So who do we beat up then?" "Nobody, Nunzio. Think hard. What's the next step?" The big enforcer growled under his breath, but kept his temper down; this was important, and he had to learn it if he was going to have any future in the family. "We gotta find out who's stealing our shit. And if it's just one guy, or if it's a couple of guys. We can't ask anyone in the supply chain, 'cuz we could spook 'em if it got back to 'em we were poking around. So... we gotta get some eyes on the street. Talk to the panhandlers. They see everything, and nobody even notices they're there." "Good, Nunzio. Very good. Now let's assume I already know who the thief is. What then?" "We beat him up." Nunzio nodded, smiling proudly. "Not quite, Nunzio. While we can't abide theft, this is a tiny amount relative to our total product flow. If we go find this man and put his face in the concrete, we've stopped one guy from skimming point-zero-five percent of our profits. And if there's anyone else involved we don't know about, they'll know they've been caught, and that we're watching. They scatter into the shadows and start up somewhere else, and we'll be having this conversation about a different product in a different warehouse next quarter. It'll never end." Nunzio raised his hands in frustration. "So what then? We just let this guy steal from the family?" "No. We watch. We wait. Eventually, every scumbag who thinks they're getting one over us will get cocky. They'll get greedy. If we haven't noticed a hundred and fifty pounds, will we notice two hundred? Three hundred? Five? There will be a spike, probably soon, and that will be when we have the best chance of getting our hands on everyone as opposed to just the guy they like the least. We have to give them enough rope to hang themselves with." "Aw, fuck that!" Nunzio stood up, rubbing his head. "They get to hang themselves? Where's the fuckin' fun in that? I want to hang 'em!" The big man recovered himself and returned to his chair, slouching in defeat. "Ahh, I'm sorry. I know, I know, we gotta be smart about this. It's just makin' my head hurt." "It's ok, Two-by. Look, you worked hard tonight, you did a good job. Take a break and let this stuff simmer in your brain for a bit. Give it time to absorb. Didn't you get a party invitation? You should go. Enjoy yourself." "You sure, chief? We still got a lot of books to go over here." "I've been doing these books longer than you've been alive. I'll have this cleaned up before midnight. You're a good student. Go take a break." Nunzio didn't have to be told twice. He grabbed his coat from the hook by the door. "Thanks, chief. I'll see you again Monday." The Cristallo Grotto was packed by the time Two-by got there. His headache had diminished to a dull throb and his spirits were already lighter as he patiently waited for the doorman to verify his name from the list of attendees. "Wonderful, sir. We're glad you could join us. I just need to check your weapons." Nunzio nodded and pulled his revolver from its shoulder holster, unloading it before handing it over to the doorman. The bouncer inspected it, tagged it, and then favored Two-by with an expectant stare. "What?" Nunzio asked. "The note by your name on the list indicates you may have more weapons than just firearms?" "Oh." Two-by huffed and dug into his coat pockets, pulling out his brass knuckles and surrendering them. "You gonna take my belt too?" "That won't be necessary, sir. Have a good night." The doorman stepped aside, and Two-by finally entered the building, looking around for any familiar faces.
  40. 1 point
    Zigzag

    Valucre music thread

    Name a more iconic duo
  41. 1 point
    Sanonymous

    Salutations Friends.

    Greetings 😄 The quarantine has brought some old faces back into new Valucre, namely the one I recall vividly being @Noko, there are some hella old peeps in this site! Feels rather overwhelming for new players like me. Welcome back! I hope stay safe in these trying times 🙂
  42. 1 point
    Kyoku's lethal attack dealt great damaged to one of the boar's neck that it spurted and splattered blood and flesh back towards Kyoku. It might have been messy but the attack was beautifully executed leaving a trail of blood and gore and corrupted flesh still dripping off the recently opened large gaping hole on the boar's body. Nearly the same time as Kyoku's action, Irryn appears for a second blow and cementing the demise of the eldritch abomination. Weakened by the strikes, the boar's skull cracked and ultimately shattered after meeting Irryn's brute strength. The young man would greatly welcome the shower of cranial fluids and brain matter as a result of his actions. "Gooood," Shishi exclaimed as she picked herself up from the ground. It was a good thing that her two companions were quick to adapt to the changing situation. This means that they would have an easier time once they reached the gryphons. WIth the boar vanquished, she turned to the other two. "Anyone needing a break? We can rest here for a bit before moving forward." @Kyoku @Peter
  43. 1 point
    Ataraxy

    The Things we Do

    Summary: Athena Romanov of Aurelium Incorporated meets with Addison Nacht, a Master Knight, about mass producing basic items and weaponry such as firearms, ammunition, and other commonplace items. They come to an agreement about the price and Addison requests that Athena create a new type of grenade which produces a highly condensed explosion that is magnitudes more destructive than an ordinary grenade. Promising the production of Addison's requested items, including the grenade, the two shake hands. Addison leaves the blueprints with Athena. A contract is signed [of screen] by both parties, making the agreement binding. Transportation to be carried out by Aurelium Incorporated. Short Summary: Athena Romanov and Addison Nacht create a business deal and agree to a production contract where Addison pays Athena to produce a variety of military weapons and items. Consequences & Opportunities: A new weapon is about to enter the world of Valucre. Aurelium Incorporated has created a production based alliance with a Master Knight Athena Romanov, the much desired scientist, and her organization's location are now public for other parties to contact thanks to Addison tracking them down. @King
  44. 1 point
    The Telerian Airbase. Of course, just as the Mistress expected. If there's a ship one needed to find, it had to be somewhere there. Where else would one find a ship if not at the abandoned and ruined air base? Is the journey then better than the desired treasure? Shrugging off such wayward thoughts, the woman turned her attention to the ruins up ahead. Well, more like below. Ankou's portal had transported the whole airship just outside the city. Now they only needed to search the whole airbase for the ship. This might take sometime but her psychometry was rarely wrong. Aezer's Howl last destination was Teleria. It must be here.
  45. 1 point
    AngryCacti

    Fallng Down the Rabbit Hole

    The courtyard is the same as we exit the cathedral. It seems odd to be walking next to the Martyr, the very person we had been on a wild goose chase after. She was right under our noses this whole time. Maybe this nightmare was finally over. I see Sophie coming out of the clocktower and I wave excitedly. This was it! I smile as she makes her way over. She smiles back and my stomach drops. My eyes go wide with horror as she tries to talk around a coughing fit. I can see the blood on her teeth when she opens her mouth. She pours out the acid and I put two and two together. “Christ, Sophie!” I drop what I’m carrying and grab her shoulders. “You drank that? Oh my god, please tell me you didn’t drink that.” Feeling useless, I step back as the martyr comes over holding the cup from the statue.
  46. 1 point
    Slime Mother

    Fallng Down the Rabbit Hole

    Thee martyr...flinches. she collects the goblet from the statue of the devil woman and presses it into your hands. "Drink...it...it will help" The ornate goblet,inlaid with rubies and wolf like beasts carved into yhe side,has a few drops of a golden liquid inside.It smells so sweet and almost intoxicating. Like chocolate and honey and pomegranate.the
  47. 1 point
    Csl

    The Islands of Ursa Madeum

    The Kingdom of Ursa Madeum The Kingdom of Ursa Madeum is a monarch-led semi-technocratic republic. The Kingdom holds authority over the majority of the islands, with its seat of power in the city of Andelusia, Corinth. Decisions are made by a council composed of representatives with expertise in given areas of responsibility. Representatives are chosen by the Ursa Madeum noble houses. The monarch serves as the chairman of the council, mediate disputes, break ties in terms of gridlock, and act as figurehead of government and spokesperson for times of crisis. Due to the king's absence, the royal council rules the Kingdom by itself, unofficially led by Councillors Davidus and Lupercarl. The Nobility A notable aspect of Ursa Madeum’s kingdom are the Nobility - a class of prominent, influential families in Ursa Madeum who hold considerable land and authority and function as the Kingdom’s ruling class. Most of the Houses are old and deeply rooted in the kingdom's history. House Dali – Live by the sword, die by the pen. House Kholin – For honor. House Plovdiv – Unity Makes Strength. The Aristocracy While not nobility, there are also prominent families that hold significant social and economic power, usually in the form of land. These compose the Aristocracy, a social class directly below the Nobility. The heads of Aristocratic Families hold the title of Baron and Baroness. In some cases, a family of the Aristocracy will choose to pay homage to one of the Noble Houses, swearing loyalty to them and them alone. These are referred to as Vassals. House Tachelot – Sworn Word, Sworn Sword. House Austell – Bound Only By Stars House Dermont – Even in the darkest of nights, we shall remain ever vigilant House Sheathe – For the glorious Sheathe The Iron Wolves The Carmine Pact Noble and Aristocratic houses who are currently waging war against the Kingdom of Ursa Madeum. House Arcos – Blood and glory. House Myrmidon – Ants of the Unconquered Sun
  48. 1 point
    Raptor

    Patience is Power [Artifact Quest]

    It is with great effort that Sybil offers a jerky nod – her attentions briefly elsewhere as she paces the floor. She notes the lack of reaction from the father and daughter. Perhaps they have seen so much that they simply cannot be bothered by something as simple as the potential of undead, or perhaps it was simply a hazard of their day to day. Either way, her attentions turn back to Rune as they head across the snowy landscape and towards the tombs. The winter sun feels nice on her skin, and Sybil pauses long enough to embrace it for but a moment before scurrying back with her fellow hunters. Once inside the cool walls, she gives a grimace at the morbid sight of the rows of dead. Fortunately, most of them don’t seem disturbed by their approach, and Sybil manages to soothe her raw nerves by the fact that most of them appear to have been cremated. “Good plan.” She offers to Rune, though the truth of the matter is that she has no desire to wander the halls alone. “So, we’re looking for the big guys’ chamber, right?” She asks, narrowing her eyes as she tries to make sense of one of the names.
  49. 1 point
    vielle

    Patience is Power [Artifact Quest]

    The old man and his daughter watch as their companion ruminates over the papers they’ve handed over to him in their own search of the room and comes to a definitive conclusion. The crypts. We need to search the crypts. Out of the blue, Sybil bursts into a string of curses, cheeks pale as she paces the floor, stray pieces of parchment fluttering helplessly in her wake. Her questions pierce through the stale air like knives, and in the sudden flurry of motion before them, Koru turns his head to meet Sinjari’s gaze. The dead are no longer entities to be feared, for the man and his child. Koru supposes their presence is more of a comfort than anything else, much moreso than the companionship of the living. Their presence means protection, safety, stillness. Tranquility in death. And should the dead in fact pose any sort of danger, well—there is always his trusty quarterstaff, his daughter’s serrated blade, the twin pickaxes she carries. “It is all good, friend,” Koru smiles appeasingly at Sybil and nods his head as if in promise to offer support for whatever lies ahead. He then turns to Rune and waves a hand towards the man. “Lead on. We follow you.”
  50. 1 point
    Raptor

    Patience is Power [Artifact Quest]

    Sybil is quiet as Rune mutters and speaks. Her attention is short and thus all over the room. When he finally produces facts that they would be required to visit the crypts, however, she explodes with nervous energy. “Fuck!” A rather loud exclamation, her nervous energy flying into unmetered pacing as she goes back and forth through the room, feet kicking abandoned pages to the air or further across the ground. Sybil draws in several deep breaths. “Fuck! Why is it always the dead people?!” She murmurs this time, eyes wild with what one might consider fear. Freshly dead bodies do not bother the woman – the recently dehumed bring no feelings of unease or dissatisfaction but those that have been dead longer than a week have always bothered her. Perhaps it was something about the sunken eyeholes, or the shriveling of the skin. She had seen dead walk, and once was enough to leave her with some rather potent nightmares. “Ok, okokokokok, I’m good.” She pauses in her pacing, hands fluttering to her perfectly sculpted ponytail as she flattens any strays that might have taken residence and lets out a deep, soothing breath to calm the jitters in her stomach. “Ok, I’m good. Let’s go do this.”
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