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A short tutorial on how to make simple HTML tables in the Valucre editor. I came from an html-enabled jcink forum before I came to val and I am here to spread a tiny bit of coding knowledge. Disclaimer: Am not professional coder. In any way. Note: I normally use Chrome for this, but I believe this also works in Firefox 1. Start a new post/thread OR edit an existing post. Leave one line of text in the editor. 2. Right click, then click "Inspect" OR hit Ctrl+shift+I 3. This window will pop up on the right side of the screen. Click the icon that looks like a box with a cursor on it (highlighted) 4. Click the line of text in the Valucre editor. You'll see the devtools jump to the <p>text</p> element. 5. Right-click the <p>text</p> element and click "Edit as HTML" 6. Edit the HTML. Or, paste one of the simple premade codes I've posted below! After you're done, press Ctrl+Enter and the Val editor will display the code you've inputted! After this simply click Save or Post and the post will retain the formatting you've given it via devtools. Yay! I'll add more tables later but here are a few super-simple ones. <div style="width:75%; margin:auto; border-top: 1px solid; border-bottom:1px solid;"> <p>This is a table with 75% width for skinny posts. It also has borders at the top and bottom.</p> </div> <div style="letter-spacing:2px; font-family:Georgia;"> <p>This table has a e s t h e t i c letter spacing</p> </div> <div style="background: pink; color:white; margin:auto; width:75%;"> <p>This table has a pink background and white text because reasons, I guess.</p> </div> Feel free to ask questions below and/or test tables!

ALTERION As I am sure you all have already seen, Alterion is going through some grueling renovations and the content is being refurbished and tidied up. If only to add some flare. Needless to say, I am about to wreck some...spit. Some time ago I placed a ‘Canon Collecting’ post to engage those RPers who worked on content in Alterion that requires notice by us (the board members) to which I only received one request/remembrance of canon. That’s why this is now here. With that in mind this thread is for gathering members who would like to own land in Alterion. Some areas already have lore, others do not… Please feel free to do with it as you'd like. Please make sure to read over the main lore page for Alterion to get an idea of its theme and content. (It will be changing soon into a more wild and natural region...) That way, when you start creating, you don’t have to hold back. Food for Thought...: The Hollow is going to be a destructive event used to tear Alterion down so that it can be used as a fresh foundation to build upon. Participate in the upcoming event to claim land and/or loot? Join in the rebuild of civilizations after the event? Sectors/Areas up for grabs (or if you just have an idea and need a place to bring it to life but don’t want to be in complete control of it, we’re always open to that) : Cosanastre: @Aleksei as Nadia Royce will become the new Ruler of Cosanastre and its people. Sector 1: Kageroth Province Sector 3: Opharion Province Sector 4: Vysroth Province Sector 5: Seroth Province Sector 6: Arysene Province Greater Arkadia: @Meraxa Arkadia Prime (Momar) MaGNUS Forest Izral Each of these areas can be renamed and have new lore attached to them. Facility-05 @Sanonymous Luka'reccia Kitashiobara Minaiki Kimpusen-ji Devla (formerly known as Devla Desert): @-Lilium- Devla Desert Vysroth Peak Daius Industry Conservatory Fantas-Menagerie HQ KetaKutan Archipelago Babel Corporation Subsidiary Port Tauranga Pijesak Peninsula Lands of Alterion Please take a look at the Bestiary both for Alterion and Fantas-Menagerie and feel free to incorporate any of the creatures there if you so wish. And always feel free to create your own and send them to me so I can add them to the master list as well! Create your own area in the free lands? MaGNUS Forest Kageroth Mountains What does this mean? You can read over the ones that already have lore and send me your own version should you choose to rewrite it. Keep it as it is and roll with it. Take the opportunity to write and build your own little megalopolis within Alterion. What do we need from you, should you choose to accept this offer? Write lore. Dedicate some(not necessarily every living moment) time to your sector to keep up with the changing world of Valucre and the lands of Nehalen that we now fall under. Pay attention to updates, the Alterion lore as a whole, as well as that of Kadia and Nehalen to make sure you know what’s going on around your area and how it may affect your lore. Be active in special events we(the board members) create, create your own events(submit for approval beforehand), engage with other sector members to make alliances/civil war/etc. And never be afraid to ask questions! If you are concerned, have questions, don’t understand something...just ask! Last but not least, we need your understanding. As you can see paradigm is currently away due to real life and I cannot always be around either. If you need some help, drop me a line in a Valucre PM and I will respond as quickly as I am able. What I will do for you: Review & read your content. Make approvals as quickly as possible and as necessary. Collaborate with you if you need a hand. Write with you if you need an extra body in a thread. Request tags for your area(s) from our overload supernal for you. Be there for you when you need me, within reason. What am I up to in Alterion and on Valucre? Upcoming: The Hollow [Event] Coming soon to the Alterion near you...(very soon) Daius Industries merger with Babel Corporation of Nehalen Grand Opening of Fantas-Menagerie Unveiling of the new Daius Industries Conservatory of Izral World Technology Summit that will be held in Nehalen Catered by Precious Pastries (of course) Currently: Organizing/Refurbishing/Adding Content & Flare to Alterion Prepping all the information for Upcoming Events Other RP stuff all over Valucre.

Necessity and a healthy dose of ambition are driving Akako, the current Regent of Port Caelum, to expand her territory. With the immediate threat that the Datsuzoku Empire presents, Akako is amassing power and allies to take down the potential threat. Beyond that, she seeks to spread her influence far beyond the Port City she currently governs. Since arriving in Valucre, the daiyokai had been satisfied to take a supporting role; however, everything has changed with long-standing allies failing her by either neglecting their duties to lead appropriately or by betraying her trust on a more personal level. It is finally time for the rumored Yokai Queen to solidify her status and rise to power befitting someone of her station. Upon joining Akako’s ranks, you will be exposed to a roleplay experience that is unlike any other offered in Valucre. What we offer is a unique prestige rank and influence tier system that will reflect upon in-character accomplishments, which will allow you to earn character and player privileges respectively. I am currently looking for a group of dedicated long-term players that are ready and eager to be involved in both PVP and PVE conflicts in the forms of espionage, diplomacy, war, and much more. Q&A Section: 1. What do you mean be "earn character and player privileges?" There are roles that I have already set, however, they are NPCs which can be controlled by people within the organization depending on what influential tier and prestige ranking you've acquired. Basically, it isn't the position that is of interest to you or any other RPer, but the authority to use a certain level of power within the empire as it expands. For instance, say a higher ranked RPer was writing with a lower ranked RPer, the higher ranked RPer would be able to exercise the most influence over the NPC's regardless of who owns the thread. So, when you first start you would be tier 0, so you have no control over any of the NPC's, but as you rise in ranks you basically have access to more. That being said, there is a cap on how many "cooks" there will be in the kitchen. And to get to the highest tier, there needs to be a substantial amount of work put in.The reason for that is the influence tier system is basically a symbol of trust in you (or another player). Basically, if I am going to let you drive my car, I need to trust that you're dedicated to my cause. 2. Can you explain a little more about the influential tier, and prestige ranking? Like how do you earn them, which one does what, and what exactly I would need to do to increase either? The influential tiers are the overall control you will have in a setting over NPC's, so this is for the player. The prestige ranking basically is how much sway you will have with Akako ICly with your OC. An OC with higher prestige will have an easier time asking her for something or making suggestions than someone that doesn't have that prestige. Prestige rankings can pretty much give an OC minor celebrity status which can be used in other ways aside from how they interact with Akako. So, someone with a high enough prestige ranking could theoretically get a guard to overlook them committing a minor crime or they might be able to eat at places for free. I know a lot of tabletop games and even video games include a Charisma stat. I would think of prestige as something akin to that. So influence tiers are for the player, while each OC has its own prestige rank. (Ex. A tier 5 player may have one OC with 30 prestige points and another OC with only 10.) So here is how the Tier system looks and the requirements per tier. Influential Tiers: Tier 0 - No special privileges Requirement: N/A Tier 1 - Minor control over basic NPCs and some guards. (Ex. If you're following Hanami, I am doing just that when we see some of those staffed by Akako coming and going from the estate and when they watch the interaction between Koji and Akako. You will notice that they do not directly interact with anyone at this point.) Requirement: 350 points, 10 prestige points Tier 2 - Control over basic NPCs and some guards. At this point, you can control them to interact with others aside from your character. That means, you can have them interact with other OC's at this point. Requirement: 700 points, 15 prestige points Tier 3 - Can control mid-level diplomats. Requirement: 1050 points, 30 prestige points Tier 4 - Basically control anyone within the town/city that is under Akako's influence. Requirement: 1400 points, 50 prestige points Tier 5 - Able to declare war and broker peace treaties. Requirement: 1750 points, 100 prestige points The point system comes in two parts, points earned by completing quests and earning “extra credit based on the amount of work and thought put into the quest. The second part is prestige points awarded by the class of quests completed. Obviously, the harder the quest, the more prestige points you can earn. Again, the point requirement to move up in tier includes the prestige points earned. (ex. 345 accumulated quest completion points + 15 prestige points = 360 points)

"I will show you how the mighty fall." ☾ The Grand Kommadant of Nehalen has begun the process of removing the mighty Gods of her land. The balance between these Gods of the people of Nehalen is being disrupted by the Kommadant's blasphemous actions. By erecting a nullifier in the form of an invisible veil, Primera begins the process of pushing these powerful beings back into their own world, sundering them from the land they have called home for eons. An action done to protect her people from the Gods who have all been disruptive before the nullifier had been put in place. The veil is simply the tipping point; it is believed this action to protect her people from the Gods is what has sent the Gods into a frenzy. Their powers are being siphoned from them the more they fight against the push, weakening them immensely, and their minds have begun to dwindle into psychosis. Once revered and fondly feared, the Gods are now looked upon as a disease in the eyes of the Grand Kommadant's followers who believe the time of Man has finally come. ☽ Welcome! I'm glad you all could drop on by to my little event I've got here. Things are pretty straight forward around these parts: Nehalen (formerly Renovatio) is going through some changes and this event will be the spark to said changes. I'm asking you all to affect my lore by joining the threads offered to kill a God and properly canonize them. The Gods are scattered across Nehalen and I will provide you those locations. Kill a God, become a hero (or villian)! Q&A: How many pages do the threads need to be? I am looking for at least two pages. Can always be more but can't be less! How many Gods can I kill? As many as you want but you can only go after one at a time. Can I do this alone? Absolutely! If you want to solo kill a God, I see no issue with that. Do I need to use a specific character? No. You can use whatever character you want but I do expect some sort of fairness from you all. Please keep to mild powers associated with the forum. Do I need to use a specific combat system? No. I am allowing everyone to go kill crazy with this but, again, I do expect some sort of fairness from you all. Please realize this isn't supposed to be easy; I expect damage not only to the area(s) you are fighting the Gods in but also damage to your character. Can I contain a God? Go right ahead! Contain it however you want, doing whatever you want, just keep in mind that it is a lesser, weaker version and it will be that way forever due to my character cutting said God's will off. Can I absorb the spirit/essence of the God? Of course! Do I need to use a storyteller? If you feel it is necessary, go right ahead! I don't know how to start? No worries! I will be creating prompts for all the Gods that need to be killed and you can follow that prompt however you wish. Just post in the thread and have fun. How long do I have once I start? I would appreciate 1 post per 3 days. This will keep the thread going with hopes it'll be finished at an appropriate time. If I see a thread has stalled for more than two weeks, I will assume that God is up for grabs again. If you need more time, reach out to me! I understand how life can be a bit hectic. I'm done, now what? Tag me in your summary for the thread with opportunities (example: killed the God, ended up destroying a city/village/town, how will this affect the area? Was something unleashed during this? etc.) for future role-players. I need some extra help! Never hesitate to reach out to me. I am constantly available on Discord, making it the quickest way to get answers. No Discord? That's okay, just send me a pm or tag me in the OOC for this event. How long is this event? Until all the Gods are killed off or just enough of them are killed. Gods & Their Threads: Titans Cialo ∾ Montis Maximus — Seraphim/Archon/Enigmas Enoch ∾ Liarae ∾ Sarandriel ∾ Ezekiel ┌────┬────┴┬───┴┐ Ynliss Nahum ∾ Vita ∾ Aestus ∾ Ventus ∾ Ophiuchus ┊iiiiiiiiiiiiiii┊iiiiiiiiiiiiiii┊iiiiiiiiiiiiiii┊ Baal ∾ E`na the Glorifier Libra, Sagittarius ↲ ┊ ┊iiiiiiiiiiiiiii┊ Aries, Gemini, Taurus ↲iiiiiiii iiiii ┊iiiiiiiiiiiiiii┊ Cancer, Leo, Virgo ↲ ┊ Aquarius, Pisces ↲ Rifornire - Cialo: THREAD » Claimed @Thotification » Completed - Montis Maximus: THREAD » Claimed @danzilla3 & @Zashiii » Completed - Vita: THREAD » Claimed @vielle » Completed - Saggitarus: THREAD » Claimed @Thotification » Completed - Aries: THREAD » Claimed @Rabbit » Completed - Gemini: THREAD » Claimed @Ataraxy & @Hydrangeas » Completed - Aquarius: THREAD » Claimed @SteamWarden & @Zashiii » Completed - Ynliss: THREAD » Claimed @Malintzin » Completed - Nahum: THREAD » Claimed » Completed - Aestus: THREAD » Claimed @King » Completed - Taurus: THREAD » Claimed @ticklefarte » Completed - Cancer: THREAD » Claimed @Twitterpated & @Aleksei » Completed - Leo: THREAD » Claimed @Rabbit » Completed - Virgo: THREAD » Claimed @-Lilium- & @Zashiii » Completed - Ventus: THREAD » Claimed @Twitterpated » Completed - Ophiuchus: THREAD » Claimed @Csl » Completed - Baal: THREAD » Claimed @Fierach » Completed - E'na: THREAD » Claimed @Ataraxy » Completed - Libra: THREAD » Claimed @vielle & @Zashiii » Completed - Pisces: THREAD » Claimed @danzilla3 & @Zashiii » Completed - Rifornire: THREAD » Claimed @Metty & @Zashiii » Completed Please let me know which God you would like to go after so I can put your name next to it to keep everything orderly. 

On Fears and the Heroes We Need: the Fall of Biazo and Michael Commager Biazo City, 22 AO / 590 WTA Have you seen it? The crumbling of the Terran way of life? The peace and quiet evaporating in your very hands? This reporter sees it, and the feeling is gutwrenching sometimes. The kingdom has lost many of its greatest assets, security at the forefront. It is hard to look at the kingdom's suffering and come up with anything good, but for us to get better that is what we must. Maybe by looking at that suffering closely enough will show us the way out. Any perspective must be explored. So to do that, we must start at the beginning, or at least in the early stages of this great chasm that still grows between our lands. We start here. With the fall of Biazo City. Four years ago the once, if only briefly stalwart kingdom of Terrenus, lost Biazo City. This reporter is sad for the loss of so many Biazans even to this day. But that isn't where this all started. No. To truly understand what happened to this beloved Terran land, we have to go back six years into the past. Back to 24 AO, or 592 WTA. Biazo City was a prosperous realm, as you can see, but one surrounded by wilds. When they weren't dealing with mutant fish invading their shores, its citizens were forced to cope with encroaching hordes of bloodthirsty unnaturals. Since it was a hotspot for their kind, an unnatural organization bent toward capitalizing on the existing attraction of their kind planted a seed of unnatural energy in Biazo City. Little by little, more and more, a trickle became a flowing river. One day, unnaturals swarmed the City wholesale. It was a slaughter. The city was leveled by covens of vampyr leading other unnaturals like rabid dogs into the homes of the innocent. All good seemed driven from Biazo, darkness pervading. Until the Terran military arrived. Until the Gaian clergy arrived. These two righteous forces converged on Biazo City, crashed down like the very Hammer of Gaia on the skulls of those who smote her realm. Vampyr and Unnaturals were both leveled by the light and destroyed with extreme prejudice by the combined forces of the indomitable Terran military and Gaia's noble clergy. At first. This reporter recalls following the event live with bated breath! It was truly a defining moment for the Terran kingdoms. Truly a devastating time to be a Terran. Citizens of the city were evacuating, but not fast enough. Despite the power of the Terrans, the numbers were visibly stacked against them. Despite the strategy of the military, and despite the dedication of the clergy, the people of Biazo were in need of something extraordinary to rescue them. They were in need of a true hero. They needed somebody like Michael Commager. Average people lock themselves into doing things one way, but this reporter remembers hearing the news of his arrival on the scene like a surprise entrance in an Izrali cage fight. It was the most punk thing ever to happen in the military! Even if the kid died, this reporter was ready to follow him through the whole Biazo story. Thing is, he didn't die. Not at all. He crushed his foes. Chasing the devils into their own nest, Michael Commager beat them down and saved dozens of Terran soldiers who are still alive to tell the tale today. He killed probably hundreds of those dirty scum. He must still be cleaning that undead blood from under his fingernails. He was a perfect instrument in guiding the Biazans to freedom. Archbishop Twizzen and the Gaian clergy created a seed that would grow a tree of holy energy. Lt. Commager's assistance allowed the clergy to place the seed, growing a massive tree of divine energy. It would be a good thing, offsetting the magnetism of evil creatures that already existed there. Unfortunately it rendered all of the City a chaotic ruin now refereed to as Bi''le'ah, but it is one that no longer draws in swarms of unnaturals. There was no saving Biazo, but its people had two options. Salvation, or likely death. Terrenus required a hero that day. All of them got Michael Commager, and they needed him! Michael was made Peacekeeper from the whole venture. Word is he's established a new colony on the northern coast of Biazo called Aspyn, and it's making a killing! Citizens from other cities who share fates like Biazo City are crowding there in hopes of a better tomorrow. Some are crowding there just to see the man responsible for saving so many people from the fated City. If I were a gambling man (I am some Saturdays), I would bet my chips on this man in almost any situation. That's all for now! More on Heroes We Need later. ~ Quill D. Penderghast

Good god. Every now and then I would come back here, read a bit, and then click off again. It's been a long time since I've posted here and even longer since I posted consistently. I'm sure everyone says that. Hell I remember saying that when I *was* posting regularly. There are strong memories of putting off threads, and generally procrastinating that still haunt me. When I wrote here last, genuinely wrote, I- there is no way to really articulate exactly how different I was then. Like let me explain as best I can. If you meander to my profile you'll see the last time I "Won the day," was sometime in 2014. That was around the time I was writing most. Following that, in my activity feed, you'll see content begin to taper over the next few years. I plow through 2015 and 2016 with a few neat ideas, coupled with two intro threads about things I have poor feelings about but even poorer memories of. Next in 2018 there's a short story I think? After that it's radio silence. I wanna break some of that down. So we know I wrote most in a period of two years between 2014-2015/2016ish. Six years ago, when I landed here in the summer at my father's house in Myrtle Beach- I was 15. There was some rule about posting under or over a certain age and I for the life of me don't remember what it was so I fudged my birthday, because being 16 definitely changed things drastically (lol). At this time I had just finished freshman, and was about to go back home from Myrtle to start my sophomore year. That year was a blur, like I imagine everyone else's was. It wasn't a nice year, but Valucre helped a lot. Got me through it, if I'm honest. 2015 and 2016 were the ass end of my sophomore year, and the beginning of (I am positive there is a donkey joke in here somewhere, I will edit this post to shoehorn it in) my junior year respectively. Times got a little better and then a little worse and blah blah they weren't remarkable years but they sure made a hell of an impact on me. After that it was as is written, Darthgamer went and Darthgamed somewhere else. So I started here as a 15 year old brat, and now, I'm posting again as a college junior. I can drink now. That's nice. That is a huge sum of time. So what's the take away? This site had an incredible impact on my formative years, and without it I probably would suck big dick at writing (maybe I still do? (that is a rhetorical question no one is allowed to answer)). They taught me lessons in procrastination my final exam grades would be proud of, and gave me the quintessential online forum board experience of the middle 2010's. It also taught me to put my money where my mouth is, in a forgiving community. To say I am shocked this community is still here is a bald faced lie, corona-virus seems to have been unanimously agreed upon as the great rebirth of the AIM/yahoomessenger born shitposts roleplay forum. Even without COVID this community is and was fantastic. I have no idea who here remembers me other than Supernal (who, as of yesterday, I learned to pronounce correctly). But that's not really the point. I'd like to write again. And I would doubly like to write here. So that's why I've decided to come back. I think I'm going to take it slow. Consolidate characters, visit daily, and attempt to just get something done. Eventually I'll post. Maybe I'll murder Sharps, maybe not. TLDR; small man beeg now. rest of post is one big shrug accompanied by a very vague 'idunnomanmaybe' EDIT: I am also back for those red notification dopamine hits

This caught a fair bit of people off guard despite the announcement. I plan to make an archive temporarily available in 2020 to allow people to grab / repost their sheets

Hello Friends!! You've read the subject line correctly!! Queen Aurora of Crystallo Stella will be opening up the mines for the pubilc! What does that mean you ask? Well once I get the official template out there will be special gems that can be mined that have certain abilities that are desirable, many of which can be used in an apothecary scenario. Which stems to the school that sits in Obsidian Isle a mining location, a great place to check out for secondary plots with the mining. As I was saying, I will be putting out an official listing of available gemstones and minerals that can be mined in the several locations in Crystallo Stella. Each of the the minerals and gemstones will be listed with a rarity, and the miners will pay a fee based on what they're able to get mined out. Granted I will be requiring participants who venture the mines to use a dice system to determine what are gemstones they have dug up. In this list that I will put out will have all attributes of the minerals listed among other things, so I hope that you keep an eye out for the opening of these amazing landmarks of interest in Crystallo Stella. As I finish the codex for this, I will post an update here! -Eternity

Taking a semi-AFV while I sort out my hectic schedule and mental state; will probably be back by the weekend or next week. Hoping for your patience and understanding in regards to my owed posts. Thank you all. 🙏

[Courtyard] I couldn't help but grin; it felt nice not to be the lone recovering kleptomaniac at this little party. The urge to show her a trick of my own when it came to making objects disappear was nearly overwhelming; the only way I restrained myself was by keeping my hands busy otherwise. I picked a wine glass off a passing servant's tray and gave my new friend a little toast with it before taking a long sip. And that was an easy task for the other hand to do instead of pilfer shiny treasure. I took Luca's arm in my own and wondered if my smile was at any point going to have a reason to leave my face tonight. At that moment, I strongly doubted it. "Your eyes make me almost not want to socialize with anyone else," I whispered, the corner of my mouth turning up slyly. Those shiny little orbs of wonder and joy, in that instant, were more enticing than any of the accoutrements of wealth that surrounded me. Just for an instant, though. Don't make the mistake of thinking I was going soft of anything. Still, though, I have to admit that I was pretty smitten by Luca. Normally my feelings towards other people ranged from boredom to envy with a brief stop over at possessiveness, but in Luca's case there was simply a desire to experience and amuse, to touch and protect. It was kind of a vulnerable feeling, but also freeing. The "freeing" part of the experience became evident as we crossed the courtyard towards the entrance to the great hall, from whence all the smells and sounds of a lively banquet emanated. Another woman, dressed like she'd fallen overboard from a fishing boat three or four times before finding her way to the party, approached us; under other circumstances, her kind of unearthly beauty would have compelled the bulk of my attention and created an awkward situation between me and my date. Under other circumstances I would have had to walk a thin line of keeping all my options open, and I would have found the challenge invigorating. Under these circumstances, however, the challenge was in realizing someone was coming up to us and wrenching my gaze from Luca's glowing face. The sound of this woman's voice caused some of my constituent parts to tingle. Not like that, you perv, keep your mind out of the gutter while I tell this story. I meant the tiny little individual hivemind critters that make up my ever-shifting form. A larger number than normal seemed to be at risk of falling under some kind of subtle mind-affecting magic. This stranger didn't know it, but she had a teensy cult of about a dozen individual single-celled organisms pining for her fjords. Not human, then; something that radiated a reasonably-powerful aura of attraction without obvious effort. A succubus maybe? I discarded the idea; succubi in human form are bound by their nature to wear clothes that make them look like they just came from a riotgrrl punk concert. It's hard-wired into their genes. That left a very narrow list of suspects, especially considering the sea-themed outfit. I was immediately concerned for Luca; I didn't know if she was susceptible to undercover magical manipulations of the subconscious. There wasn't a whole lot I could do about it, though; I'm solid jell-o in a dress, not a wizard. I felt the safest course was to keep everyone's focus on me rather than allowing the normal course of interaction in which these two women might grab each others' attentions. "Good evening!" I replied cheerfully, in a volume that was perhaps a touch louder than an inside voice. I kept my arm on Luca's and sipped my wine; I didn't offer my hand in greeting because I wasn't sure it'd want to come back to me. "Beautiful night, isn't it? Such a lovely party. I'm Ana, andthisisthebeautifulLuca." I squeezed her arm tighter as I rushed the last part, in an effort to keep as much of this stranger's power aimed at me as possible. "I'm going to make a wild guess here, and it may just be the wine, but you remind me of a Nereid I once knew! Have you by chance been to the ruins of Athlascias under the Sea of Regrets? Lovely country. Fine people. Shame what happened to those lobster-men though."

RATH LUX - "Isle Of Eternal Light" Description: Rath Lux is a small barony located in the north easternmost part of La Guardia, a floating island bathed in constant, unnatural light, whereast even the blackest of nights blind none. Despite this, the Isle is just as cold and unforgiving as its neighbouring lands, in some ways, even worse off. Perhaps the most striking effect of this habitual inhospitability is its general lack of population; the saner parts of which consists mainly of four hamlets and a singular large township. Any animals found here are either horribly lost or migrating to some other, less dangerous land, though there are those whom persistently subsist within the confines of this marbled fjord. MILLITARY - "As one would expect from backwards savages..." The villages and town of Rath Lux are little more than scuttled settlements, hurriedly constructed together behind tall walls which far supercede all but the most noble of buildings, of which there are not many. Apart from the rulling family's standing retinue of veteran soldiers, the people are protected largely by garrisoned millitia, travelling adventures and heroes. All in all, there are an approximately two hundred and upwards to a five hundreds worth of soldiers within the entire island, just enough to protect the main settlements from bandits, ravenous beasts and other horrible creatures that lurk within its undisturbed depths. The Isle is also host to a surprisingly large fleet of merchant ships, though they can't be exactly described as combat worthy vessels. GOVERNMENT - " .... 'least there was one... once..." Rath Lux is a barony ruled over by a singular noble family; the Mayne's. Its most recent ruler is a baroness by the name of Catherine Mayne, a woman of splendour and opulence, with good looks and ambitions to match. Easy on the eyes, but not so much on anything else, the baroness is a woman of desire and fulfilment, whom will stop at nothing to see her hungers sated. Heavy taxes, brutal punishments and tragic judgements have become the norm under her tyranicall rule. Many hoped that the return of her husband, a commoner knight that is only known by the moniker of Tyros for reasons unknown, would help usher in an end to her tyranny... and, in a way, that was exactly what happened, as since the Knights return from warfare, nobody has heard or seen the baroness. Rumors abound that her disappearance is connected to the tragic "accident" afflicting the pairs only son, Dray, which had left the young boy paralyzed through most of his body. To remedy the lack of overral guidance, the people of Rath Lux have begun to rely on wisemen, witches and shamans alike to guide them through these desperate times, alongside several prominent merchants.. INDUSTRY (and Economy) - "Strike the whitest spot at an angle, sonny. And uh, try not to inhale too deeply." Much, if not all of the productive efforts on the Isle come from its vast supply of a "metal-like substance" called Emberite alongside the great amounts of marble mined out as a byproduct. Emberite is a material which can be found encapsulated within the purest of white marble stones, which make up more than 70% of the Island itself. It a soft metal, on about the same level as copper, but it has two unique properties that make it extremely valuable to the right buyer: it becomes stronger as it absorbs heat, turning denser and tougher than even the highest quality steel, while also being completely safe to the touch. This, of course, makes forging it in the usual manner absolutely impossible, but aspiring fire mages and alchemists still find it to be well-suited for their needs, the fulfilment of which has become a rather profitable mercantile venture for more than a few of Rath's otherwise unfortunate inhabitants. This material is exceedingly dangerous to mine however, as releasing it from its marbled cage causes it to expell a kind of reddish gas that, if inhaled in high enough quantities, can act as a hemorrhagic aerosol, quite litterally causing the afflicted to bleed from the inside out. Naturally, some crazed individuals are attempting to reverse its effects, make it an item for healing, though they have yet to be successfull in their efforts. If not working with Emberite itself, one may normally be found making use of all the marble. Sculptors, musicians, artiste of all shapes and sizes have risen to prominence with the people of Rath Lux and it is not rare to find ancient statues hidden away in the wilds, the memories of past lives carved into the most beatific of forms. RELIGION - "Worship? I'd like to see ya pray while the Pale Bears maul yer family!... wait, yer suppose to pray before 'at happens?! I- why didn't anyone ever tell me!?!" The people of Rath Lux are not very spiritual in nature, as the Island has fostered a hardy and jaded people more concerned with the benefit of the whole than their own personal individuality. From youth, children are carefully drilled to act as a collective, bullying is severely punished, perhaps even with exile. All must do their part, everyone has a preset fate. If you do not like it, you can leave and face the wilds on your own at any given moment. However... this has recently begun to drastically change, as the people have begun to call out into these same outcasts, these same wildmen and women, these witches and shaman of the olden ways, with each and every last one of them teaching a different set of rules, while singing the exact same tune. Many cults are beginning to form and only time will tell as to which of these spiritual guides will reach for the top. One cult stands out from the rest, one which is most attuned to the brutality and savagery of the Island itself, almost like a reflection or a cancer, waiting, feeding; plotting to consume the entirety of its people. Whatever may be the case, the Red River has begun to stirr, to twist and to coil... POPULATION - "Ain't many of us here, never were. We like it that way. You should remember this as you walk our lands, outsider." As one may come to conlude via a simple look at the Islands map, most of its population is scattered. The four walled settlements hold only a maximum of a thousand people each, with only the Township of Heavenshire actually reaching and sustaining that number of people. No, the majority of Rath Lux's population is made up of raiders, bandits and would-be despoilers of lands. Its outer reaches are dotted with caves, many of which house entire "unnoficial" settlements, hidden treasure troves and Black Markets, making the Islands borders a fertile breeding ground for crime. That said, this mass of evil doers never focuses its attention on the Islands inhabitants unless they become desperate. One would think that the people of the Island are often recruited to the ranks of these criminals, but that is also not the case, due to the sheer hatred for individual pursuits that the people have fostered. The Islands current baroness, on the other hand, is more than willing to strike a good deal with the often unseen hands which guide the criminal world. NOTABLE LOCATIONS Port Reach - As its name may indicate, this port is the orginal landing zone for the Islands inhabitants and, as such, has grown to become its main trading hub and only legitimate connection to the mainland. Despite the wealth it brings to the people of Rath Lux, it has remained a largely depopulated landmark, with the majority of its bustling markets being filled with merchants coming from deeper inland, alonside the what few provisioners arrive to ply their trades from the mainland. That said, this place is the "capital" for the Islands leading mercantile figures, with many warehouses and market stalls dotting its marbled streets. Heavenshire - Much like its name would suggest, the township of Heavenshire is located in a spot of wonderous natural beauty, sourrounded on fjords on all sides, it is situated on a smaller Island within Rath Lux and is one of the main causes behind the Islands name, as it is constantly blasted from all sides by unnatural light. This is where the majority of the Islands artists and industrial sector lies, with a singular Emberite foundry containing nigh the entirety of the working class. This close-cut society has allowed its members to become quite skilled at metalworking, woodworking and mining, alongside all of the more artistic pursuits of individuals. (First picture is a good indication to what Heavenshire looks like.) The rest of the island's hubs are the main emberite mine; otherwise named the Bleeding Gulch which is situated to the north of Heavenshire, a farming and a hunting village, both of which are close to the city and may eventually be subsumed into it, should the people continue to prosper as they are right now. There are no notable landmarks otherwise officially known, due to the dangers presented by the Island itself as well as the inhabitants unwillingness to stray off the beaten path unless absolutely required. RECENT HISTORY Quest - "Herbs, forest, ADVENTURE!... ugh.": @Frederika decides to go on a quest of her own to "enrich" the flora of the island (for mostly her own benefit), despite knowing that what she calls the "Will Of The Island" will likely protest. Her first attempts are successfull as the island accepts a form of desert bamboo and seemingly ignores the dandelion flower seeds she had spread around, but refused and destroyed her more "exotic" plants, forcing her to only grow them from the comforts of her own home. Thread - https://www.valucre.com/topic/44643-rath-lux-quests-herbs-forest-adventure-ugh Quest - "Witts' Progenial Problem.": @Aliester Magna arrives on Rath Lux, seeking a paying job fit for an adventuring knight. He sets off to find the missing daughter of a tavernkeeper by the name of Witts, but runs into several magnitudes of trouble both along the way and on the way back, forcing the knight to improvise many times as the threads of fate lull him forwards... and back again. Thread - https://www.valucre.com/topic/44629-rath-lux-quests-witts-progenial-problem/

Hello hello! New to the forum scene and I'm excited to write and make new friends here! I'm 28 and started on Yahoo chat. I play video games (currently playing FFXIV), watch anime and some TV! I do graphic design on the side and speak a few languages. (English is my third language) Happy posting and can't wait to dive deeper into this community. ❤

Just something I've been wondering for a while When browsing lore of locations (cities, landmarks, nations, etc.) how much lore do you look for? How much detail do you need to be able to rp comfortably in the setting, or what details are enough for you to go by? Do you prefer detailed lore that outlines every notable aspect of a location -- down to breeding patterns of local wildlife, plumbing and waste disposal, etc. -- or is a general description of the location's appearance good? Do you prefer having all the details at hand, or do you want enough freedom to exercise your creativity? How much lore is enough?

V.C.F Recruitment Page Good day lady/gentlemen, this message has reached you because you are the best of the best, the top of the shelf, the crème de la crème of Valucrean society. Be it for your martial prowess, your vast intellect, your practical specificality or your resourcefulness on the field, we could not have asked for better men and women to protect the life of those weak and innocent around us. We are the Valucrean Containment Foundation. We revel in death to uphold life. We wage wars to maintain peace. We thrive in chaos so that the world remains orderly. We are the bastions that protect. Of course, our history streches far and wide, and our influence vast and powerful, but you may satisfy your curiosity in your own time. Today, you have been called. This is your opportunity to be one of the sentinels of civilization, the torch of society. We are inviting you to become a VCF operative. Consider it well, we await your arrival. -Overseer council [648]th wave of invitation. Good evening! Hopefully you are doing well. I've been here for give or take, half a year, but ever since I returned I really wanted to establish myself as a presence that can be felt in Valucre, to a point where at least if I went AFV, someone would ask "Oh hey where's that anonymous guy?" and of course my first stage of this plan is site-wide domination >:) So I decided I would love to connect and establish relationships with the lot of you Valucrean community, by way of this organization! I made this as a dead ringer of the SCP foundation, and of course thanks to the vortex at the center and implications of a multiverse far before that, it is connected somewhat to the VCF 😄 The VCF acts as a valucrean-wide organization that is essentially a "we do bad stuff for good things, end justify the means" kinda organization. A few weeks/months ago, two people established interest in being a part of the VCF, and I thought to myself that a Foundation without it's representatives is rather just dull and boring 😄 So thanks to Supernal's helpfulness, coupled with @Metty and @The Fire Heart's enthusiasm, I got a club made under the VCF banner and am inviting anyone interested to join. With plenty of jobs like Agents, Special agents, Researchers, etc", your characters can be virtually anything they want and more! Of course, I am all for creative writing and I absolutely HATE when people restrict a person's writing, so if there is a character under the VCF lore, they are free to do as they please 😄 A good example of this is @Metty's Arashi who has been on multiple RPs either representing the VCF, or doing her own gig 😄 Your character could very much be a VCF agent as a part time job! So, if you have a little bit of good in your heart and a whole lot of evil to project onto the bad guys, come join us! Be those new or old on the site, we accept all and discriminate none 🙂

Alright, the Grand Emperor felt like that was long enough. He listened to the crowd, to see if they were pumped up enough yet. "Kill them already!!!" "Make them bleed!!!" "Let's see some gore!!!" "Tear them apart!!!" "Entrails! Entrails! Entrails!!!" Yeah, they were pumped enough. "Alright! May the bloodshed begin!!!" After the go ahead was given, the announcer began to speak. "Aaaaalright everyone, let's hear it for our first combatants! Found roaming wild in the Underworld, half-starved and driven to a frenzy just moments before, you know em you love em, its the HEEELLHOUNDS!!!" After the introduction, the gates to the arena opened, and what appeared to be black Mastiffs stampeded out of them. And stampeded was the proper word, as these things were as big as grizzly bears. Their glowing red eyes sparked with near rabid fury, and they tore toward their chosen targets. They each picked one, except for a few. Three unlucky fighters ended p getting two to target them. Or rather, a few unlucky- oh whatever. The hounds closed the distance to the group with startling speed, and attacked viciously.

No, it's flat. Don't listen to this Rounder propaganda.

Was recommended this site by a friend and decided to give it a look. I think this place will really help with my writing, and as a bonus have some really fun times. My few years of role-play give me some experience in the art form. Just excuse my cynicism, and super sarcastic tone. I don't mean it in any bad way. It's just part of my nature

🧝‍♀️ Location: The Dining Room Kalmuli had adored seeing the wedding ceremony. In her faith, marriage wasn't really an option but the union of two people brought together two fates into one. She sat toward the middle, mingled in the crowd. The dress she wore was something she had held onto for special events, a green gown with beautiful silver embroidery and wore a small circlet of her own placed on her long white hair that was past her rear and inching closer to the back of her knees every day. A special request by someone she held close. She wasn't as high as a Queen nor an Empress, but the Baroness had her place in Drakiss and she was satisfied with that. The invitation had come as a surprise but perhaps there had been someone that she knew in this new part of Valucre. There was a round of applause at the crowning marriage of the King and Queen, Kalmuli rising with the others and clapping along with them. Then everyone was allowed to into the beautiful manor they called home. Kalmuli followed with the crowd as they filed away through the pews and went into the Manor itself. She walked through the front gates, admiring the architecture into the the garden area and pausing a moment as everyone filed out to look through the property itself. Having a moment to herself was nice and she walked through the garden and rubbed her stomach. Drakiss didn't have much greenery unless you went away from the shore and into the farmlands. Her manor house had no room for a garden but she had plans for a green space one day...someplace safe for what the future held for her soon. As she wandered past the garden, she passed through another doorway and into the Grand hall. Everyone was chatting, dancing and giggling among each other. Ursa Madeum had such a joy here. Everywhere had life and that was what she hoped her home. She smiled and strode around the room, watching them before exploring the halls again. The smell of food made her stomach dance and the life inside it agreed. She followed her nose and the sights of plates as people filed out with things to snack on. The Dining Room was filled with some of foods that were familiar and unfamiliar. She was offered a plate, which she took with a smile, and followed the crowd around as they formed a line to get something to eat. Once she had her plate full of all the things she wanted to try and went to find to find a spot to sit in the Dining hall, sitting off to the side with a tiny fork as she sampled a bit of green sauce and chicken together.

beautiful art by GUWEIZ "𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕝, 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕀 𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕥𝕣𝕦𝕝𝕪 𝕒𝕣𝕖. 𝕀 𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕖𝕔𝕖𝕡𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕌𝕥𝕠𝕡𝕚𝕒 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕒𝕜 𝕠𝕗." ( 𝒲𝐼𝒫) ~ ＧＥＮＥＲＡＬ ~ Age: 24 Years Old Race: Elven, but is aware of some human lineage. Place of Birth: A small village in the wilds of Fracture (No longer lives there) ~ ＰＨＹＳＩＣＡＬ ＣＨＡＲＡＣＴＥＲＩＳＴＩＣＳ ~ Height: 5'7'' Weight: 120 lbs Hair Color: Platinum blonde Hair style: Usually kept undone and messy; reaches halfway down her back Eye Color: Blue-grey Skin Tone: Pale, appears flushed when overwhelmed ~ ＳＫＩＬＬＳ ／ ＡＢＩＬＩＴＩＥＳ ~ Lumina possesses novice magical abilities in the form of light manipulation. She attributes her power to her heavily religious upbringing and seeks to develop it further. Her abilities, while lacking in offensive capabilities, protect and heal those around her. This can range from constructing a barrier to shield herself and others to using a warm, inviting glow to help soothe injuries. NOTABLE ABILITIES: ( WIP ) Tether : Lumina has the ability to create a tether with an ally that allows her to passively heal them as well as strengthen their endurance. Barrier of Light : Lumina creates a shield made from light material that can block several heavy attacks. Calming Glow : Lumina knows of an ancient prayer that allows her to heal injuries. She has a habit of messing up the words, which forces her to restart the incantation. Sovereign's Light : One of Lumina's few offensive abilities. Lumina gathers light energy in front of her before casting a large beam towards a location in front of her. Lumina only uses this ability in dire situations as it completely exhausts her.

I raise you one.

Prelude ”You want to do what’s right, don’t you Norman?” A cold and dark voice pierced the still air of a dusty and darkened room. Sitting at a lone wooden table in said dark room with one dull and dimly light lightbulb hanging overhead was a man of some years. Greying features accompanied by a stern but tired face showed the wear and tear of someone who had held a hard career filled with strife and pain. Upon his person he wore the olive green dress uniform of a guard or military personnel, much like the man it too was faded with the passage of time and hardship that came with it. Changing slowly but noticeably the stern look of a hardened professional shifted to a shape of slight fear and anxiety. He looked down at the wooden table for but a moment, and for the first time in his life, an honest man had blinked. It was all the serpent needed to sink its fangs in. ”You see. Your post, it’s simply overrun with villainy and crimes of unspeakable volumes. Murder, arson, assault, and every day it gets worse. You don’t want it to get worse do you Norman?” Words dripped laced with the false concern of one born of evil and hatred. Someone who only said the words necessary to get what they needed. ”N-No... I don’t want it to get worse...” The man known as Norman said with a shaky voice. ”No no no, of course you don’t want that Norman. You want to bring about a change. But you can’t do that by yourself can you?” The fangs sunk deeper into the man’s resolve as it began to crumble beneath their pressure. ”I want to change it... but the crime lords they have too much pow-“ A swift yet gentle coated in black iron and red inlay jutted out from the darkness and slowly placed the backside of it against Norman’s cheek. ”Shhhhh. You let me take care of them and I promise you a good change will come your way. One of great heft and depth.” Slowly the hand retreated back into the darkness and returned to drop a bulbous cloth sack onto the table. Hitting it with a hard clink of loose metal items, the bag spilled open to reveal golden coins that lay on the table and glimmered in Norman’s eyes. It was all but over now, the man had lost. ”And the best part Norman. You don’t even need to do anything. Just secure the gates after curfew, and don’t let your men have anyone go in or out. There’s a chest-load more of that for you and your men as well. Can you do that, Norman? Can you do that for me?” There was a silence after the voice spoke from the shadows. Norman looked at the gold. Thought of his honor, his duty, his post and charge. He then thought about the years of his life being abused, having his job mocked and spat upon by those he was meant to be above. He thought of his wife and his retirement. The house on the coast. College paid off for his grandkids. Something to leave his family besides a mediocre retirement fund upon his death. He thought of all this, and his decision was made. Taking the bag of gold he clutched it to his chest and spoke five words. ”Yes. I can do that.” An honest man died. Wicker Town Blues Wicker Town Entrance 2100 Hours Rain fell from the sky as horse whinnied and came to a stop. With a carriage in tow we got to see within its confines. Luxurious silk lined seats and golden tassels that hung from plush throw pillows. The entire carriage reeked of money and wealth, of people who had built that on acts of cruelty and violence. People that Dredge tended to enjoy, but had to be dealt with all the same. Sitting at the far left seat of the bench was a man known as Salvador “Money” Felix. One of the crime lords who happened to run a network of gangs here in Wicker Town. With him was his wife of fifteen years and their only son. They had been out celebrating Salvador’s won appeal about a parole violation. Not that it really mattered, but the family seemed to be in good spirits with smiles stretched across their bright and beautiful faces. ”I can’t believe they thought William would rat you out.” The woman laughed as she clutched to her husband’s side. ”Nah, William is solid. Couldn’t crack that guy with a hammer. Just like my little man over here.” The crime lord soon picked up his young son and cradled him up onto his lap. The boy smiled and laughed at his father’s grasp and held tight to him in return. ”I couldn’t go back to Reyer City and leave this tough guy right here.” Salvador chuckled as everything started to go somewhat quiet. ”Why are we stopped? That old git Norman knows I don’t like to be held up.” With frustration in her voice her husband opened the carriage door and looked out to where Norman was. Wicker Town was surrounded by walls and barbed wire fences, and the main entrance had a two part gate where people would be let in, searched, then advanced through the second gate. Salvador found himself and his family within the holding area between gates. Looking around he spotted Captain Norman in his uniform and rain coat looking towards him with cold and hollow eyes. The eyes of someone who knew what was about to happen but could do nothing. Ignoring those eyes, Salvador stepped out and seethed with anger. ”Norman you stupid idiot! I told you I don’t need to be held up! How about some of my boys go and visit your kids at their jobs again, huh! Would you like that you son of a bitch!” Salvador yelled at the Captain to no avail with his stone wall of a face. There was simply a pause between them. ”You’re right. Goodbye Mister Felix.” Norman gave the crime lord a gentle nod of the head before retreating into the shadow of the guardhouse. ”Everything okay, dear?!” His wife yelled from the carriage as she poked her head out into the rain. Salvador turned his body slightly to look back at her. ”Yeah babe, everything is fin-“ A gunshot interrupted the man. Pulling his hands up now covered in his own blood, he looked up from it to see standing there five people. One that stood near seven feet tall and shrouded with dark robes, and on either side of him plain clothed men and women with bandanas over their faces carrying automatic magitech rifles. His wife screamed and clutched their son close to her. ”What is it that they say in your profession? It’s not personal.” And with that the order was given. Brief shrieks of horror were quickly snuffed out by the sound of gunfire and thunder as rain poured down heavier upon Wicker Town. After a few extra double tap shots were fired for good measure, the men who had committed this act of violence had removed themselves from the scene and left only a bullet riddled carriage, a dead horse, and a slaughtered family to bleed onto the wet ground. ”Bravo One this is Overlord Actual, Target Blackbird neutralized. Proceed to targets Hippogriff, Bone Devil, and Drider.” Going out on a secure comms line, the operation had begun. Throughout Wicker Town various teams of plainclothes Legion commandos moved through the mud and rain of Wicker Town. Rows upon rows of slum and poverty stricken buildings lined the roads and alleyways of this town. Three targets remained had been designated to be taken care of, codenames Hippogriff, Bone Devil, and Drider. Leaders of the more powerful gangs here in this forsaken place. Once they were removed and a message sent, Dredge would have control of this town and it’s people. A beacon away from the Cold Mountains to conduct his affairs and see to it that the work needing to be done was handled. Where the man found himself now was on the outer layers of the town, in a place where only the worst of the worst were sent. The barbed wire fields. Chained to posts surrounded on all sides by the jagged pieces of twisted metal were the dammed. Those who had broke the rules of this place and were made example of. Walking up to one of the downtrodden, a Orc whose breathes were shallow and eyes weak. Dredge looked to the man from beneath his hood and spoke. ”Do you wish to be free?” The snake bared it’s fangs once again. The operation had begun, and Legion was ready to make their move to expand here in Genesaris. OOC

Ever since he was born it seemed death followed him everywhere he went, urging him to do its bidding. He'd refused many a time, and was paid by the incessant kiss of life. After Pandora had been unleashed upon the world he'd been forced into hiding. The beasts of prey and terror were much stronger than the death magic he wielded within himself. Within a week the small band of thirty he'd been surviving with had been shaved down to a mere seven, and that's if one counted the poor souls without leg or arm. That night, after staring into the eyes of an inky black Titan, he'd tried to take his own life, but couldn't. Each night after, under the sharp glittering of the skies, he tried and failed to leave this plane. He'd trail a hand over the leather of his spell book, feeling the lumps and scratches of old material mixed with the brine of tears that fell anew from his eyes. Years later he sits in a heap of rubble in an indiscriminate town in a forlorn city. He'd been flushed here by a mage storm that blew in from the seas, catching him and his companion off guard. His companion, a young dragon-born, wanted to stay in the high mountains, weather it out, but Ivan could feel the fury of the storm. It set deep in his bones, rattling his teeth with an ungodly fear; he wasn't going to stay. They parted ways, knowing full well that they'd never see each other again, and Ivan traveled here through the dead of night, following whatever path death designed to keep him alive. The home was normal enough, a standard brick and mortar with pastel flowers that faded into dirt streaks on the walls. The only thing that was out of place was the radio that wined every so often. This message will now be repeated... He listened to that message for the week he stayed in the structure, memorizing it by the time he got enough supplies to travel to site-909. The journey was dangerous, like all things in those days. If it wasn't a Titan then it was the Giants, if it wasn't the Giants it was the Gargantuan Birds swooping in with wingspans 50 feet and up. He hunted and killed, rose a dead person in order to ask for directions. The sight of the port city lightened Ivan's step, the first spark of real hope igniting in his chest. This is it, this might be my chance to get out of this hell hole. He stuck into the city, keeping a low profile as he juts from house to house. The low crashing of waves echoes in the distance as Ivan hops down a flight of stairs. The Titan lumbers in the Town Square, hunched over in a low slouch. Taking out his spell book, he mumbles a few arcane words and traces symbols in the air. After a quick dusting of white powder Ivan is invisible, sneaking past the Titan without a problem. He opens the trapdoor, gulping in a lungful of damp earthen air before descending. "Hello, I am Ivan."

Lunaris has always been a frontier town. As the first settlement built upon the discovery of the Taen subdimension, it has seen its share of adversity. From normal threats like bandits, to a city-sized hydra bursting from beneath her streets, the city and its people fought hard to get to where they are now. This has bred a spirit of self reliance among the populace, and until now there has been little more than a token city guard to keep order. But recently it has been made clear that more is needed. A devastating string of crimes taking place over the span of a day has highlighted the need for a rapid response force, as well as a formal law enforcement apparatus. Enter the Lunarian Protectorate. For our very first official Law Enforcement agency, we need recruits! All positions listed in the lore page are available, but right now what we most need is a Sheriff! Applicants should be tough, independent, with a history of combat or police experience. Apply now! @supernal May I have a banner pls?

The rapidly decreasing amount of life in the vicinity wasn't particularly concerning to Aya. She had smelled things that were more stomach churning than sensing death around her, and the place she grew up in was notoriously dangerous- to the point where walking around armed was encouraged. She had seen Scarab Sparrows swarming someone, Ruby Backed Gorillas rip men apart, a ship being completely destroyed by a sea monster with the only survivor shortly after being dragged to the depths. The only thing she thought of it was that Caeceila was going overboard, and needed to restrain herself. She didn't say it since the wyrman (Wyrm-Woman) was having a gay 'ol time in her slaughter spree, and Aya didn't want to find out whether or not she was in the midst of a blood-rage. Undoubtedly, it would be included in her report later, and any endangered species being killed would result in trouble for the Glassman family. If not trouble from the government, from certain pro-life organizations. Several of the others had commented on Aya's harsh judgement of herself. It was easy for them to say that she was useful. They all could fight, and Aya being able to heal was a safety net. If anyone other than Dauner knew she could also resurrect, the safety net would be even larger. "Thank you." Aya said while raising her cup of tea to her mouth. She took a sip and then said "But you should understand that my abilities aren't as simple as all of yours, no offense intended. I'm completely incapable of using magic. The power I wield isn't fueled by mana or any other form of energy produced by Valucre, and isn't useful for practical combat, interrogation, or disabling the Enrelle." she didn't sound sad at all. She let out a sigh "This staff is a religious artifact that connects me to the god I'm contracted with. It cannot be wielded by anyone else, and it being stolen would result in many unnecessary deaths- the blood of which falls on my hands. There are many stipulations associated with me being able to wield it and direct its power. One of those stipulations is that no part of my anatomy is to be removed, examined, altered, or tampered with by anyone- not even myself. The next is that my magic cannot work on certain individuals, of which the Enrelle are one. My earlier curse only worked because the Enrelle were separated from the Yuuja." a moment's pause was given before she then said "So, per the moment, my only practical use is healing and blessing. However, Mister Dauner has obtained an immunity to my blessings. He would need to personally request it from me, otherwise it would backfire." Aya knew that her explanation of her powers was extremely vague. She intentionally didn't specify why it was that the Enrelle had a resistance to her, why Dauner was immune unless he requested a blessing, or all the various clauses in her contract. She also didn't say what the staff being stolen and the death of potentially thousands had in common, nor would she specify them at the given time. Any questions for specificity would result in her saying "I am unable to answer that at the moment." and leaving the subject where it lay. During their bus ride to the border, Aya sat in the front of the bus for no particular reason. She felt uneasy, but couldn't tell why. She wasn't anxious about going to Doughton, and wasn't afraid of anyone around her. She wasn't worried that someone would try stealing her staff, and she wasn't concerned about anything relating to the mission at all... she was just... uneasy. Still, she remained stoic and showed no signs of feeling this way. When they got to the border, it was made known that the guards would have to search the boxes in the back. The driver tried to dissuade them, but it seemed to be going poorly. Aya got up from her seat and told the driver to open the door, letting her get out and come around to where the guards were. "Pardon me, Sir." she said in a soft, innocent, and very sweet tone with a smile that could give a healthy man diabetes. "My name is Aya, and I'm a priestess from the Shrine of Judgement. These are my identification papers." She reached into her left sleeve and pulled out a rolled up page that had a piece of cylindrical wood at the top to keep the paper from crumpling. "The items in the back are designated for providing aid to the city, but lose potency when exposed to sunlight. I understand you have an obligation to ensure the safety of any beyond this point, but opening those crates would result in me having to return home to acquire more, which would lengthen the amount of time this city and their guardsmen are without them." The guards looked at each other, then at Aya's documents that had a seal at the bottom from the guy in charge at the port, then at each other again. Not much was known about the Shrine of Judgement this far east, but the guards knew an official seal when they saw it. "Can you tell us exactly what the haul is?" one of them asked. "Disinfectant, sterilizing agents and healing solvents, Sir." Aya replied. The men both looked at each other again and handed Aya her identification back. "Alright. Have a nice day, ma'am." Aya bowed to them and said "The same to you both." before going back on the bus. The only reason it worked was because Aya used a logical argument, and appealed to the guardsmen's sense of urgency. The mentioning that some of the supplies were for injured guards reduced their desire to delay their aid, and Aya's natural cute charm, level tone, and innocent demeanor all aided in reducing their guard even further. In combat, Aya was mostly useless- in negotiation, she was the devil with a silver tongue. If anyone had accused Aya of lying, she would reply with "A saint is no more worthy to judge the sins of man than a noble is to judge the plight of the impoverished... But I did not lie. The Enrelle are an infection that Mister Argi is aiding to remove, I am a healer, and it is most difficult to be stealthy in broad daylight, especially when your hiding spot is revealed." At the entrance to the airship, a woman was waiting with arms crossed, sitting on a crate. Nigh perfect skin, straight, black hair, maroon eyes, a shrine maiden's garb- a one-to-one match for Aya's appearance. Myuil immediately flew away from Aya and over to her twin and landed on her lap. "Oh dear..." Aya said with a somewhat concerned expression. She approached her sister and asked "I trust you've been on your best behavior?" Her sister shot a glare at her and said "I trust you haven't gone and fucked yourself, yet?" despite the venomous words, her expression was just as neutral as Aya's. It was almost like that kind of thing was her standard greeting. "And what's with the rat pack? Can't sleep alone?" she was obviously referring to everyone in the group. "Don't tell me you went and charmed them all into-" "I do not use my power on the undeserving, no." "Humph. I would've. Well, the old hag-" *CRACK* Aya showed her absolute first display of violent intent and malice for the entire trip by whacking her sister on the head with the broad side of her staff. "I don't care how you address me, but you will not disrespect the Shrine Mother." Ira rubbed her head and looked at Aya with a sour expression and muttered "You're lucky my magic's sealed." to which Aya said "You're lucky I didn't remove it entirely when I sealed it. Now, why are you here, how did you arrive, and were you followed?" "The old-" Aya raised her staff for swatting number two and Ira paused "-The Shrine Mother..." Aya lowered her staff "...sent me to make sure you didn't draw too much attention to the shrine. I went through the main entrance with this, and I was followed but that guy's a frozen pile of ash, now." Aya took the false ID that Ira had, noting the name was 'Joanne Du' Arches' and looked extremely official. "Very well. You are not to leave my side." Aya turned to enter the ship with Ira following behind, and Myuil flying to lay on Aya's head. Ira's head was much too dangerous for him. By this point, it would be obvious that Ira was the Yin to Aya's yang, and the only thing so far that could make Aya irritated beyond her ability to hide it. It would also be evident that Ira wasn't the respectful type... or the gentle type... or all that approachable. Some time later, while Aya and Ira were in the mess getting some food, Aya was approached by someone who was slightly unsettling but far from alarming. She asked a peculiar question, inquiring as to whom Aya served. Aya said "I serve no one, and everyone." in a very calm tone. Ira immediately said "Yo, sis. I don't like this bitch. Lemme kill 'er." to which Aya said "You will do no such thing." almost immediately after. The being's attention had turned to Argi, which was just fine with Aya since she didn't have much business to do with her. She didn't like the energy it gave off, but her distaste for it wasn't so grand that it warranted sicking her destruction-happy twin sister on her. @danzilla3 @Dauner Light @Meraxa @The Alexandrian @Thotification @Vilhardt

Rozharon Paralios @EmpressOfficial • 2 hours Visited #Norkotia to finalize trading agreements (thanks @GrandExecutor!) Decided to try the local cuisine afterwards ?? REPLY GRUMBLE LIKE SHARE plz note this tweet is not canon, not even soft canon lololol. though roz has definitely visited norkotia at some point to try out a burger.

For all her paranoia whenever and wherever the Enrele crop up, Caeceila's tactical expertise and unwholesome obsession with warfare, particularly her weakness for gambits and ignoble trickery that would compel the Witch King himself to take pause, continue to serve her well. Caeceila set the conditions of this encounter. By her command, drow technicians, under the cover of night, restored power to the Wyrm's Bane several days prior. It was her design that messengers of dubious loyalty and professionalism leak the time and location of this meeting to enemy forces. Caeceila baited the Enrele and played her part convincingly, luring as many of them into her kill zone as her ranting, raving, and the salient threat she posed could attract. She arrived in a draconic form armed to the teeth with a suite of cutting-edge weaponry to coax them out of hiding. From the onset, she challenged Hivemind Daloth, directly, at times. Her performance was magnificent, if she did say so herself, and in the end, she had her "undesired" confrontation with Hivemind Daloth. How they would rue the day they declined to parlay with Caeceila Glasmann: not that Caeceila ever intended to grant them quarter! This sea monster, what everyone else referred to as a Yuuja, had crashed Caeceila's party. Of the creature's identity, Caeceila was utterly oblivious. Whatever this sea monster is, it is a terrifying foe worthy of her respect, to be sure, and it is more than a little worrisome, Caeceila would opine, that it is, in all likelihood, capable of surviving in the waters of Genesaris and Renovatio since that implies Hivemind Daloth is well on its way to establishing a global presence. No matter. This Enrele-aligned beastie and those that must be advancing from the coast to cut off the party's retreat are destined, at the very least, to get intimate with a meat grinder, and Caeceila must content herself with that for now! Caeceila had, seemingly, abandoned the party to their own devices. Shooting the monster and blasting it with energetic crystals would, it goes without saying, draw the beast's aggro away from Caeceila, who wasted no time in racing toward the generator room. Unbeknownst to Caeceila, the party had already inflicted massive damage on the sea monster, which will impress her somewhere down the line; she figured they would deal light damage and fall back to the beach. She entered the generator room, a bulkhead slamming shut behind her, and did her part. She pressed herself against a gene-locked panel on a large, cylindrical tube coursing with mesmerizing light. Before Caeceila learned of the Enrele threat from the Symposium Against Doom, she spearheaded an effort to smother the Legion of Doom at its inception. She worked hand-in-hand with the Terrenus Military and provided some measure of air support during the Legion of Doom's Raid on Last Chance, dismantling several Legion of Doom members and the beasts they deployed to cover their retreat. In this engagement, she witnessed how effective the Terrenus Military's anti-psionic grenades and pulses were against Legion of Doom psychers and later gained access, by leveraging her position as a well-respected Terrenus Military Contractor and the heiress to House Glasmann and Glasmann Cryonics, to this technology. She had stockpiled such weapons in Hell's Gate on the off-chance the Legion of Doom ever encroached on Hell's Gate, intending to cripple Dredge by bombarding him with anti-psionic shells launched by House Glasmann artillery units showcased in her recent open house. Several of the wrecks in this relatively desolate section of Casper's shantytown had been fitted with anti-psionic ordinance by sneaky drow technicians flying Nines's banner days before. As Caeceila manually triggered this ordinance, any psychic in the area, including the Enrele, actively relying on psychic powers, like telepathy, would experience debilitating pain followed by the inability to use psychic abilities for a total of ten minutes. These invisible pulses would temporarily alter the flow of ambient magical energies in the area, yet this phenomenon imposes no disadvantage on other types of magic. Caeceila, who was never optimistic when it came to the Enrele, had saturated the area with such weaponry because she expected a full-scale army to turn up to silence Argi's task force. She had, therefore, also taken the precaution of designating this room as her safe room. In the grand scheme of things, it wasn't that important except that it contained the generator, anti-psionic ordinance, the trigger for her trap, and a few of her all-time favorite toy: two overcharged wands of flesh-to-stone and a sonic cannon. As Caeceila's Silver Eyes slotted these wands into the turrets mounted on her sides and affixed the sonic cannon to the end of her tail, completing her absolutely ludicrous ensemble, music blasted from speakers tucked away in wrecks across the beach. As Caeceila listened to that cover of Die, Die My Darling she, Nines, Cameila, and Iolanda had recorded during a team bonding exercise, she couldn't help but smile warmly. Nines did well with this little surprise!

Note to everyone: I will be adjusting the Sanity table (released later) so that it’s easier to succeed, especially for Sanity 2 and down. We’re having trouble over at the Child’s Play thread to do anything at all. The current table still applies until the end of this round for both realms.

to be honest I'm procrastinating on the Taen cities lore article while listening to musical soundtracks but look, more art! A more cartoony style here. Turned out pretty good. Finished considerably quicker too! This is Yau Maksur, magitech prodigy, former Tia resident.

Csl's quest to catch up with her art backlog continues. Here's the matriarch of House C'zirqonia, also current owner of the Reality cornerstone whose design is absolutely not inspired by White Diamond The family's complete now! Here's a group photo

"Keep hauling up those supplies! I don't want anything delaying us from finishing this project." Mia stood at the edge of the caldara, watching the beginnings of her greatest project to date. This would not only bring House Uldwar to the top, but it would make Ursa Madeum as a whole even greater. Ever since she had found the missing materials her father had smuggled in to Port Mars, Mia knew what she had to do to further her father's legacy. By her direction, they would become one of the largest providers of Magitech fuel in Terrenus. The gold alone will be enough to get them into prominence, with enough clout to get the young girl closer to her goals of once again being the Matriarch of her House. A tremor shook the ground beneath them, surprising them, and causing some of the pack animals to stir uneasily. "What was that?" Someone asked. "Never mind it." Mia said, looking upwards at the cloudy sky, noticing the sun at midday position. "We need to get started before it gets dark. Keep moving!" Dressed in light traveling clothes, the heat at the top of Mt. Egon was near unbearable. Water was one of the main supplies they required, and thanks to both Port Mars and Qrill, whose powerful industrial strength allowed for the parts to be crafted in the assembly of this machine. With both Marrow and Fatesbane at her waist, she didn't feel worried about a lack of armor. Taking a long sip from her canteen, she watched as they began the construction process. Yet another tremor shook the ground, even more powerful than before. This one could not be ignored, and Mia began wondering just what might be causing it. "Something doesn't feel right..." A third tremor, causing a scare among the workers and animals. It couldn't possibly be an earthquake, but then what could it- KABOOM! Molten rock spewed from the center of the caldara, going high up in the sky, enough to where it would definitely effect the area around him. Men were screaming, animals were running for their lives, and Mia was treated with a sight she thought dearly impossible. "YOU DARE TRY TO STEAL MY MAGIC?! I WILL BURN THIS ENTIRE ISLAND FOR YOUR INSOLENCE!" It was a massive thing of fire and blackened rock, as large as a castle and burning with an intense fury. The heat was coming off him in waves, forcing Mia to step back, but she refused to give up her mission. What she didn't realize was that the spirit of the volcanos work was already beginning. Misral was burning.

It appears she and her siblings have arrived too early, when before, they have always been late to the party. Perhaps this is a good omen. The Lady Hildebrand steps up to the stage with measured footfalls, gazing about the opera house with awe and nostalgia in equal measure. She recalls coming here as a child, in the golden years of the Queendom’s full glory. All of that is dust now; there is no room left in her heart for mourning or remorse. It is time to usher in a new age for the islands she calls her home, and Varda will be ready with all the strength she bears, no matter how much her heart aches ragged in the cage of her ribs. Without further ado, the Lady takes her seat, examines the agenda laid out with a considering eye. She takes one look up at the balcony towards her siblings, then to the piano where the Empress is coaxing wondrous music from its keys, then finally to the first noble seated around the table. “Miss Aveline,” she greets the Singlance representative with a warm smile; she remembers the plans they’ve yet to fulfill in the shared future they’ve imagined for Ursa Madeum: plans to modernize agriculture for the betterment not only of their houses but of the common people, and everything else that comes after. “Your brother is not here?” @notmuch_23

It has been acceptable to utilize telekinesis to levitate boulders the size of people and throw them at one another, which - incidentally - is far in excess of the power of any handheld munition available in the present day barring Davy Crockett-esque shoulder-mounted nuclear devices. Earthbending characters have summoned staircases and emitted pulses which can demolish stone walls, which seem roughly on par with an RPG, without breaking a sweat. Ice mages can saturate a room with frozen fletchettes. Can an automatic shotgun hope to do the same? Power levels were never the issue; magic has and will outstrip realism in every metric you care to name. Except, of course, when it comes to taking hits - which is what @Veloci-Rapture seemed to concern himself with chiefly, and who I'll actually agree with for a change. It's also what @notmuch_23 alluded to in his own response: I disagree with this insofar as magic is literally more powerful, for all the reasons and examples I stated above. However, when it comes to conflict resolution (read: bickering) in RP fights, conventional weapons take the victory every time. When magic enters the arena, conventional logic goes out the window. Everyone and their mother becomes an anime character. Hit by a lightning bolt, they kneel down, smoking, and then get back up and fire lightning back. Hit by boulder telekinesis, they go flying, and impact on the ground utterly bruised. That's alright. That's what we (or some of us) are here for - anime bullshit, big, earth-shattering fights between sorcerors and heroes. With guns, however, you die. That's it. No character - and no player - has ever been shot in the head and had the balls to say, "My man grits through the pain and staggers to his feet". Yet being hit by a telekinese'd boulder is realistically more lethal. But it's all a moot point, anyway. There is no "problematic" in RP, except with the players themselves. If you're playing with people who'll pick at the finest details, who'll run the physics of water project at bullet speeds as you suggest, and who'll insist on having machine-guns so they can be a cut above all the peasant sword-wielders - you've already lost the game. Balance isn't an issue if it's not made an issue.

Dragons, gods, relic hunts and more dragons are very common things seen in fantasy settings and roleplay. By no means am I complaining about this, they're commonly used for the simple reason that they're fun! But what're some creatures and concepts that you'd like to see more often in RP threads and fantasy settings in general? And have you ever tried to start a thread with that concept, but never got enough interest?

My child has learned to pee for the first time. #proudmothermoments

The path is clear should you make it yours But only a true fool would pull open these doors You've learn to fight and you've learned to mend Now learn a new trick or meet thy end Pain and insanity is thy destined path To fall behind is to incur my wrath Such was the message that thundered through the obsidian cube of a room that our isekai'ed mishmash of companions found themselves in. Sadly, rather than the advertised cheat powers and animal eared girls the only feature in this room was an asymmetrically illustrated pair of double doors with no hinges in sight. The right door was a tapestry of horrific injuries so crowded that one could almost swear that there were layers beneath. That there were images of wounds left behind and forgotten from ages past buried beneath the most recent. The handle appears to have no moving parts as it simply seems to be a scaled up length of barbed wire festooned with additional spikes and garnished in now blackened old blood. The left door deviated from the right in that it displayed beings that mostly appeared to be states of insanity. Not all were human and context was missing entirely. In place of a handle the door had sprouted an amalgam of flesh that shone with a sickly sheen as it writhed. Truly such a door was not inviting, but as time passed a cracking sound could be heard as fractures began to appear in the floor and slowly began to spread. While this issue did not play out so quickly that the companions would not have time to consider their options, one thing was clear..... They would have to make a choice or it would be made for them. ~Round 1 Start~

The sight of the Twistlings, the creatures who had killed his first squad, was not something that did any favors for Jack's mental condition. In fact, it threatened to drive him over the deep end again, forcing Scoot and Chief to continue trying to hold him down, as he scratched and clawed for his revolver to try and do Gaia-knows-what. As the two men tried to slap some sense into Jack, Melanie stepped in front of them and raised her flamethrower. "Don't'cha worry boys, I got you covered while you have your therapy session! I know all about those, they can be intense," she winked at them, before bracing herself for the impending attack.

"And to get it out of the way, yes. We opened pandora's box, yes." [Brett] "So you unleashed the horrors upon the world that ended many lives. So much lost and gone, families dead, little survivors and even less amount of hope! I watched my entire crew die right before my eyes. One of my best friends was torn in half, my other friend was squashed by titan, there's nothing left of him by the way, and my daughter was literally eaten alive! You give me a reason why I should help you. Look, sorry for you blokes here to see that outburst but I have extreme emotions for what has happened during these years and now knowing they are the ones who caused this shite to happen but I'd be surprised that those of who have lost loved ones right in front of you and you not want to yell or something." [Blaze] "I have spoken to many dead during these years of being alone, you have done something unforgivable and deserve to be cut down where you stand. So yes, give us a reason to help, and me one to not take your souls." [Ivan] Teresa's jaw nearly dropped at the absolute emotional stupidity the man and woman next to her were allowing to spew from their mouths. It was truly amazing how not even the harshest of times increased awareness and observational abilities. Instead, however, Teresa just scoffed. Loudly. "Bunch of goddamned bleeding hearts, huh? We've all lost things important to us, get the fuck over it," she said with barely a look in their direction. "They're the VCF; everyone already knows the VCF caused the world to go to fuck. The os-01 message said as much and that shit's been around for years." Teresa whipped out her walkie and shook it in their direction as she mentioned the message, replaying the beginning. "Start priotizing the world over your own inconsequential emotions. And reason? Are you deaf or has this place turned your memory to mush? The only reason any of us bothered to carry our asses to this gaia-forsaken piece of shit city is because they've said there's a device here that can alter the timeline." She drew her sword and positioned herself between Dr. Brett and the two angry travelers looking ready to fight. "And if you continue to threaten the only people who can potentially fix this shitty world, I will fight to my very last breath to make sure both you die before you can get your blind revenge. Teresa's white-blood stained wings expanded, blocking all view of Brett from the other two, her eyes set hard as her killing intent encompassed the room with a heavy, suffocating pressure . No one would get in her way. Not since she'd finally found a potential solution. Everyone should have heard the same message and known that this was probably their last chance to fix the world. Why they would threaten their salvation was beyond Teresa. What was the point of revenge in the face of being able to make it so that none of it ever happened? But in the case that it failed and nothing changed, well, then and only then, would the doctors behind her pay with their blood. But only then.

HELA (This is actually all art of an older OC of mine by the name of Reina, which I decided to repurpose for Hela here)

These weren't mere run of the mill heroes he had added to the vast tapestry of tortured souls he had grown accustomed to. A curious interference severing some of his tethers and causing animated corpses to lose their leashes. A whistle from their abhorrent master causing the rest of the tethers to be released; the undead becoming far less sedated and clawing their wretched fingers against the solid shields of their defenders. His influence over them broken and only adding to their collecting defense. The unfortunate soul however, used up a great deal of might in mitigating his master's work. The wave of terror this unleashed might brought upon was nearly as potent as his displays at Last Chance. He could feel the disguise wane and crack as eyes of putrescent orange broke through the surface of his face as he tasted upon the monk's terrified chasms of immeasurable sorrow. The cataclysm of mountainous rocks cratering the grounds around them as ally and foe were crushed alike. A shadow visage slashing behind the 'necromancer' and splitting a boulder in twain; each chunk hurtling into the grounds on either side of his stride as he made his way toward courageous prey who dared take his loyalty for desperation. The blur of movement behind him vanishing amidst the continuing hoards. Pillars of magma snaking forth and consuming his unholy horde in terrible ashen agony. The form Kru'Gorah had taken beginning to creak and groan as bone broke through skin; the terror he was breathing in as such destruction laid waste to the monastery. The bandit shaking off this wave of over-stimulation and raised his blackening hands; his disguise was failing because his body's natural response to it's food source. If all he had to do was keep any evidence of his faction out of this then perhaps he could put some of that cunning he had learned from Dredge to work. The blackening hands reducing to bony fingers that produced a terrible visage. The head of a billowing dracolich firing from the flesh sloughed hands of the bandit and careening into the dirt; it's snout plowing a cascade of corpses and dirt into the volatile snakes of magma. Vito' eyes catching the uprooting of ground scouring the earth next to the caster; an attack launching from their side flank as the ground gave way to something that split into one of their shields and reeled back with unnatural strength. An attack from multiple sides as the bandit focused upon the dracolich advance from the front. A squadron of bandits attempting to take advantage of this opening despite the danger of the magma; The dragon freezing the corpses and earth into a frigid mass that wrught massive pyres of steam. Kru'gorah knew that he would have to keep his physicality in check otherwise he would be made out and fail his god king, but they could not credit evidence of his involvement based solely on the work of...his tail could they? The tail a wide spaded masterpiece of destruction with metallic, chitounous material making it's guillotine edge a deadly adversary. The tail continuing to hide underneath the bed of blood soaked earth as it flung forward again and rammed into another proud shield. "It is easy to fight for those already dead; To protect those still alive brings true dread" He cackled with a strained voice of choking restraint, a weak body such as this beginning to crack at the seems against his corruption. The bandit snapping his leg bones back and swinging a heavy kick into the dracolich's skull and smashed it against the wall of ice it was creating; shattering the ice into a razor hail that created a concussive wave around the snakes themselves. "Am I not what you train for? An ultimate terror smashing upon your door? what are YOU WAITING FOR?" @Rabbit

Just as the group began to return to reality, reality started to melt. Colors blended together, the entire world swirled, and the fabric of reality began to unravel. Great, another bad drug trip, right? The group would slowly regain their senses, and find that they were definitely not in Yh'mi anymore. Or Kansas. In fact, no one seemed to know where they were. Except maybe one person. The floor they were standing/sitting/laying on was hard dirt. The walls were enormous, easily 50 feet high. The outer walls, as they could see if they looked up, were over 8 times that size. The area they were now trapped in was equally gigantic, nearly large enough for them to fit a town inside of it. All of this was minuscule, however, to the deafening sound of the crowd. The group would see that this place was packed. And every single one of them was screaming and cheering and calling for blood. Some of them had very detailed descriptions of what they wanted to happen, none of them were pleasant. After a few minutes of the cacophonous noise, it all ceased at once. Someone stepped forward in what was clearly the important person's area. He had the best view, and was positioned to where everyone could see him. Upon closer inspection, it would appear to be someone who was maybe 16 or 17. A boy, clearly. Black hair, and golden eyes, his body covered in shimmering gold armor. The group would see a large scythe beside him, the blade dual colored black and bronze. When the boy spoke, he spoke in a layered voice. One being that of a teenage boy, the other being cold and chilling. "Welcome, welcome all! Here today, in the Titanic Coliseum, we have for your viewing pleasure, our unwilling victims!" He gestured to the group, and the crowd erupted again, eager to see these people be torn to pieces. It was abundantly clear that they were not on their side at ALL. "In just a moment, we will release our first combatants! But first, a moment to allow these dead men standing to make peace with their gods!" The crowd went silent, allowing for the group to have a moment to gather themselves. This would not last long, however. Alright, my dear little test subjects. Here's how this world works. You, (and myself) will be pitted against waves and hordes of opponents. The combat rules are normal; roll for your actions, ect. However, there is more. You, and I, will have various conditions that must be met in each wave. For each person. If these conditions are not met, you will receive a penalty. Penalties include, but are not limited to: Health damage. Sanity damage. Decreased number of actions. Disability rolls. Furthermore, remember, you are putting on a show. If your posts fail to entertain the crowd, or the Supreme Emperor, you will receive a penalty. Attempting to climb the walls, attack the crowd, or attack the Emperor is strictly forbidden. Any attempts to do so will result in every penalty being brought down upon you, and you being ganked by every enemy currently in the arena at the same time. Teamwork is allowed, and recommended, as after this point, there will be no relief rounds. No breaks. Not until it is finished. "Ooh, Hollow, thats so cruel" Yes. Yes it is. However, in this one round, where we have a moment to contemplate our impending, unavoidable death, any action you take will succeed regardless of sanity levels. So heal up. Good luck and, try to make your gruesome demise entertaining, will you?

hi! name's Garlic! This is really my first time on valucre but not my first time rping,, although I haven't rped in a long while so I'm rusty as hell! I like making up critters and taking badly timed naps. Nice to meet ya!

Where did I go wrong? Somewhere along the line, I grossly overestimated humanity's will to survive. A rabid glory hound from the Feast of Blades, an impetuous representative of the Terrenus Military who must have watered down his CO's coffee to score such an ill-fated assignment, with no backup, from the looks of it, an errant carouser who, perhaps, intended to crash the party three wrecks down, the sister of the infamous Mistress standing at the elbow of an apparition I wager is none other than Middy - you look smashing for a dead woman, by the by, a trigger-happy academic likely on Ventrix's payroll with somewhat laxer ethics than I was expecting, a silent magician, content to study this chaos as it unfolds rather than dive in uninformed, or worse - misinformed, a taciturn party of natives skulking in the shadows, and at the center of it all, a rustic who has yet to comprehend the futility of the campaign he wages. The candied cherry to top it all off is that our location has, quite obviously, been leaked to the public. I trust the Wyrm's Bane is secure as much as I trust you lot. Wyrm was not intimidated when Emile aimed his rifle at her. Similarly, she was not impressed by Dauner's machismo. Neither Eliza's passion nor Shishi and company's aloofness moved her. Argi's ignorance and naivete were of some consequence to her, yet she had been fortunate enough to intervene before he launched his little crusade and the crew he had assembled under his banner into the flames. Tommy's tardiness and apologetic overture impacted her least of all. Those who followed Argi, those who had not uttered a single word of protest or support, and Aya were the individuals who now preoccupied Wyrm's thoughts. Slowly, gently, Wyrm extended a clawed extremity and attempted to nudge Emile's weapon aside. His response to her theatrics had, to a great extent, excluded him from her scrutiny. With a twitch of his finger, he could blow a hole in Wyrm, and still, she didn't treat him as a legitimate threat. She didn't growl at him or take anything that could be construed as hostile action against him when she could have very easily mimicked his gesture with her upscale arsenal. If he turned his weapon on Eliza, Wyrm would again reach out and, with the same purposeful gentleness, encourage him to lower his weapon. She was certain they were both human. If we are introducing ourselves, I should inform you that I am Caeceila Glasmann, the gore-spattered heiress of Hell's Gate, and it is with great satisfaction that I appear to you today in a more honest form as the daughter of Lord Augustine Glasmann III and Lady Kore Glasmann VII. While Caeceila Glasmann has appeared in the news several times of late, which is no surprise given that she is one of the more bellicose nobles prancing around Terrenus, she doesn't expect her name to mean anything to this assortment of people. Silver Vision is still in development, and the operations of her private army have largely been restricted to areas adjoining the Glasmann Estate in Hell's Gate. Nevertheless, Caeceila brought three House Glasmann gunships and a squad of drow spooks to Casper with her this evening should anything go horribly wrong. With little more than a nod, the beast continues. If you truly hope to remove the Enrele from Dougton, I am honor-bound to support you, but I will not commit my men to a suicidal cause. Caeceila lumbers forward, helping herself to the space formerly occupied by the table, now a heap of splinters and wooden detritus heaped against the wall. In exchange for my assistance, and the possibility of a handsome reward should all go well, you will all submit to biological screening. Doc-bots will draw tissue and blood samples for testing purposes. These samples will be archived for other projects, when applicable. Furthermore, you will undergo full biological and metaphysical scanning administered by proprietary, Glasmann Cryonics virtual intelligence systems. You will relinquish all rights to specimens collected and the genetic code contained therein. If you are Enrele, you relinquish any judicial rights you may have under relevant Terrenus codes of law and will be summarily executed or contained for reasons I don't care to disclose. This was a non-negotiable agreement, an ultimatum some of the creatures within the dank chamber would never consent to. Caeceila was well-aware of this, yet she made a target of herself all the same. Then, it was time to enlighten Argi and gather input from those he had assembled. Know that, unlike Argi, I have been keenly interested in the Enrele for quite some time. Only Hivemind Aleth manifests as a tentacled blob attached to the torsos of victims. More advanced Enrele Hiveminds replace organs or organ systems and are, therefore, virtually indistinguishable from healthy subjects... Unless you have the proper tools for the job. Moreover, hiveminds are a distributed intelligence, meaning they can only be defeated by killing all members of the hivemind or attacking the collective consciousness directly. Does anyone have any ideas on how to conduct such warfare or otherwise disable the Enrele? For example, I'd like to hear how this Meryam-person might assist. I'm very interested on your opinions on the matter, especially you, Daloth. If you're willing to bargain for your pathetic existence, this is the only opportunity I'll ever provide.

Testing. . . Testing. . . 1, 2, 3, 4. . . . Greetings, fellow roleplayers/D&D fans/Um. . . (I dunno. You like Star Wars too? Fellow Jedi?) Anywho! Greetings, everybody! Auspicious Link (or just "Link") here, an aspiring writer ready to have some fun with this site! Y'see, over here in boring old Ohio, I don't really get to do much in the way of, erm, action. To combat this, I've been retreating to the roleplay world for around three/four years now. I know my stuff, rest assured! This site caught my eye a year back, but I was in a bit of a doozy then. It all seemed like too much for me to hop in and get started. However! I'm here now - and ready to do this thing! All I have to do is get a character sheet up. Soon. . . Soon! Then, it's all systems go. I just gotta get on that. Like, right now. I try to put more detail into those, so this might take a bit. In the meantime, feel free to reach out, new/veteran RPers alike! I'm eager to hear from you all. Maybe we could do a RP together, eh? (I gotta find that part of the site, advertising plots. I think I saw it earlier.) Check out my profile for more! (Y'know, like my Discord. Which I haven't inputted yet. Gah!)

OOC Location: Almost at the public library Mentions: N/A yet Interactions: N/A yet Your name is Rosalina Chandra (though your family and friends call you Rosie or Ro, for short), and today was a great day, which makes you optimistic about the rest of the day, too! The sun shone beautifully as you woke up this morning, and continues to shine on the big, beautiful, blue sky even well into the afternoon. It was a shame that you had to spend all morning and early afternoon at school, but you figure some freedom this weekend will more than make up for it! For now, however, you must head to the library and do some studying, since finals are coming up tomorrow and you need to be prepared! You're trying to be a good student, after all! (And lets face it, you're no genius, so you really need all the studying you can get!) In fact, you might invite your best friend, Cornelia Robinson (known to you as Corny for short), to your study session as well, as you recall earlier at school she told you she was available and might join you, and you can go ahead and get started studying while you wait for her. She's in your same class, so you both have the same test to study for, but you also know the two of you could get distracted and carried away, so that might not be the best idea... Then again, if you're planning on staying as late as you want there, it would be less scary walking home with her beside you... You might have to turn off your cellphone in the library, so you'll have to decide whether or not you want to invite Corny before you enter... >>INPUT COMMAND<<

With a grunt and sheer force of will, Leo dragged himself out of the nightmare visions caused by the banshee screams. He took in the situation; everyone was in a grim place, but none so grim as the one facing the Norkortian SQUAAAD. They were the only people capable of securing the path away from the horrible buzzsaw monster, yet they were surrounded by disgusting flaming corpses. A quick calculation ran through his mind as he determined how he could best aid his compatriots in their survival. The answer, of course, was to take his shirt off. Nothing else really occurred to him. "Friends!" he called out to the Norkortians, "Let the beauty of Gaia inspire you!" He struck a pose, intending to let his rippling muscles escape the bounds of his vest and bring hopefulness to the embattled soldiers. Sadly, his muscles had cooled off during his lengthy period of inaction, and he hadn't properly stretched again. What is this, you ask? Stretching? Does the mighty lion of the savanna take time to do stretches before it chases and pounces upon the tasty gazelle? Of course not. That's why the incidence of back and groin sprains in lions is so high. A hot, tearing sensation laced its way across Leo's shoulder. "OW! FUCK! Seriously??" he groaned. Alas, he didn't have time to dig out his ice pack. The SQUAAD was doomed if he couldn't pull through. Gritting his teeth against the pain, he tried again. He flexed like his life depended on it -- ignoring the searing agony in his deltoid -- and his vest shredded under the pressure of his expanding muscles. He posed, his face a stoic mask in spite of his injury, and he could see the light in the Squaaad's eyes as they beheld such an awe-inspiring spectacle and lifted their weapons with renewed vigor. They'd be fine.

The little one was quiet, a strange change to one so full of curiosity that nearly spills from her very being. She had wanted to see the whole goings on due to the hum about the ceremony. There was so much to be said about it, making the adults get all dressed up in celebration and the commoners itch with anticipation. There was absolutely no way she was going to allow her father just to enjoy this moment without her being there, not when she can learn so much about these parties adults fear and enjoy so much. Within the shadows, the little one lurked, weaving through the legs of bystanders and slipping by hovering forms with too much ease. Not a day of training, but already she was allowing the natural flow of the world around her to push and pull her. The intricacies of what she is have made the little one aware of how much of the worlds magic and life flows through her, but the understanding of such eludes her sweet mind. What matters, according to her mother, is how wide she smiles, how loud she laughs, and how proud she makes her father. Everything else will come in time, and with that in mind, there is no need to rush to become a more magnificent piece to the puzzle that's her family lineage. Beside him, the shadows shift to reveal the delicate form of Kaori who had a ready smile pasted on her face. Dressed appropriately for a child with high honors attached to her name, and not like a child who had rolled in mud hours before or stomped through flower gardens chasing frogs. Grabbing handfuls of the delicate fabric, the child climbed into her father's lap with as much grace as a toddler can ever muster. The flower charms attached to the pin in her hair swung back and forth, creating a small tune as she gets comfortable in her proclaimed seat. "Pèrtè!" The Renovatian word for Father slid past her lips with ease, and the proud achievement was exemplified by a small giggle followed by a kiss to her father's cheek. Celine had been teaching her both languages, but Kaori found the Renovatian lilt to be more fun in comparison to her father's language. He had yet to say anything about what he'd prefer her to say, what language would better her as his child and make him proud, so she followed her mother's advice under otherwise told. Happy, the toddler sat up to look over the edge of the balcony. The entire scene of wonderment was unfolding before her, yet the little one did not appear at all interested in any of it. Maybe living a rather luxurious life has dampened her excitement towards anything this grand, or perhaps her childish mind was far too occupied by something else. When she found what she was looking for, her honey-colored eyes became bright, and the excitement she had withheld was soon released. "Ozu! Ozu!" She waved her arms excitedly, thinking he'd see her wave at him with all her might.

@Praetorian Hue hue hue... I am glad you asked! There are roles that I have already set, however, they are NPCs which can be controlled by people within the organization depending on what influential tier and prestige ranking you've acquired. Basically, it isn't the position that is of interest to you or any other RPer, but the authority to use a certain level of power within the empire as it expands. For instance, say a higher ranked RPer was writing with a lower ranked RPer, the higher ranked RPer would be able to exercise the most influence over the NPC's regardless of who owns the thread. So, when you first start you would be tier 0, so you have no control over any of the NPC's, but as you rise in ranks you basically have access to more. That being said, there is a cap on how many "cooks" there will be in the kitchen. And to get to the highest tier, there needs to be a substantial amount of work put in.The reason for that is the influence tier system is basically a symbol of trust in you (or another player). Basically, if I am going to let you drive my car, I need to trust that you're dedicated to my cause. Hopefully that makes sense.

The elder fox lifted her chin, practically looking down her nose at the dragonkin as he reminded her of her greatest folly. It took every ounce of effort to fight the sneer that begged to be expressed, but she remained controlled—her face indifferent as she kept her lips sealed to listen to the child emperor. A child he was. Foolish to think that her daughter was the only culprit. Koji was just as much a villain as her daughter had been, if not more so, in the events of that day. He could be charged with capital murder—premeditated since the moment that Akako had punished them. He gave orders on how she was to take her own life. Akako remembered so vividly what he had done, and despite his best efforts, she would not be manipulated into fooling herself that he wasn't just as guilty as her progeny had been. No, he hadn't killed her with his own hands, but he might as well have. He ordered the killing blow—instructed her to mutilate herself until she was unrecognizable. Was he delusional, she wondered. Did he honestly forget that Kimi did little more than retrieving the orb? The power one could hold with that precious item; it was a terrifying thing. He silenced her inner musings by suggesting another offender. Golden eyes narrowed on the halfling as he spoke, his manipulation knowing no bounds. Akako didn't appreciate his presumptuous tone as he painted Red to be less than innocent. While the daiyokai never wanted to consider it, Koji was forcing her to now. Red was distracted by a particular Devil, even after their tryst when the kitsune had to wrap her in warmth and affection to soothe the emotional wounds that Roen left. That distraction was how her orb had been taken. The psion was sloppy; certainly not fit to rule. That much was abundantly clear. Koji planted the seeds of doubt and resentment in the daiyokai's mind; however, she merely frowned as he said he forgave her. It lit a fire in her—those offensive words. He should be on his knees, begging her for mercy after what he had done, yet he was posturing before her, her murderer. It was an insult of epic proportions, but Akako couldn't react now, not during her festival. For the sake of appearances, she needed to reign in the wrath that was simmering just beneath the surface. He was mad, perhaps more so than her daughter. It was abundantly clear that he was a threat to the empire, one that would need to be fixed sooner than later. War. The vixen didn't utter a word, instead, her lips parted and she sucked in a breath, the black vapor funneling back into her body as the barrier of yoki withdrew into her lithe form. Even with her eyes on Koji, Akako could feel the Emperor's presence within her estate which afforded her with the barest hint of relief, though her guard remained up. Allies that she trusted surrounded them, the yokai in her service were all vigilantly watching. Koji was grossly outnumbered and outmatched in this current setting, though for how much longer? Despite all of this, he was still a threat as was chaos which he was the embodiment of. "You have said your piece. You may take your leave." The demoness didn't wish for the dragonkin and his entourage to be in her presence any longer, much less the presence of her people given the miasma he seemed to seep. In addition, she had many guests that wished to speak to her and she sorely wanted this moment to end. She wanted to forget the fact that Red might have been the reason that she was killed in the first place. @Twitterpated @dvsn @Aleksei @Etched In Stone @Kalmuli @Dreamer @Voldemort @Damnatus @Tenkai Matsumoto @The Hummingbird @King