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  1. The forests of Genesaris were hardly known for its peacefulness, but on this day only the soft scurrying of small animals permeated the woods. Leaves relinquished their grips on branches and drifted silently to the ground. Great beasts slumbered with hardly a snore. All was quiet. Then a mighty roar ripped through the wilderness. “HHHHRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!” screamed Hikage, releasing her intense fighting spirit and slicing her katana down. It crashed into the head of the bandit, causing blood to spray everywhere as he crumpled to the ground. Or rather, that’s would have happened if her foe was not imaginary. As it was, Hikage halted the momentum of blade at around head height, no easy feat, and imagined the rest. But imaginary or not, practice was essential. Her skill was like a sword, it needed whetting or it would dull. And dull blades cannot be used to defend anything. Not her master. Not her homestead. Not her honor. She pulled herself back into the starting position, the stance from which everything else flowed, prepared for anything. A new opponent stands in front of her now, another samurai, clad in the same type of ou-yoroi armor as her. The only difference is the family crest proudly displayed on his kabuto. He rushes forth with his own battle cry, lifting his katana skyward. And just a little too high and a little too slow. Instead of lifting her blade too, Hikage stepsided and turns her blade sideways and slashes across. His own momentum carries him into the strike, cutting deeply into his lower right side. A simple dou strike. It wouldn’t be enough to kill him on its own, so she spun around prepared the final blow. He had just enough time to turn his head before she thrust her katana into his throat. She snapped it back just as quickly and allowed his own heartbeat to pump his blood onto her armor. She could practically feel the wetness on her kabuto, dripping into her-. Wait. That was real. She quickly sheathed her weapon and wiped at the mystery liquid and glanced down at her hand. Apparently, even though her opponent never landed a hit, some passing bird did. Disgustedly, she flings the excrement away. She must find some water. It would be disgraceful to allow her armor to be tainted in such a way. Fortunately, it doesn’t take long to find water, there are many rivers snaking through the Wilds. Hikage kneeled at the waterline and gently removed her kabuto. There was nothing underneath, no flesh or bone to support the armor, only magic. To any passerby, it would appear that she was headless. Hikage kept a firm grip as she dunked the kabuto into the water. The only thing worse than having it be dirty would be to lose it. The wicked mask stared back up at her, judging, but she had no eyes to meet its gaze. So instead she looked at the space between the horns, the place where a crest would lie. The absence of one tears at her very being as she remembers why she’s here and not back in Oo’Xora. In the midst of her sorrow, Hikage was also glad that there was no one around to witness her, for it would shameful if someone saw her in such a state. @Dani
  2. 1, I'm new to rp and unfamiliar w/ T1
  3. Now that we have a basic premise, do you have any questions or other thoughts, or are we ready to start deciding when, where, and how this rp is happening? @Dani
  4. Yes, eventually. I'm sure she wouldn't come out of the gate with that goal in mind. We'll work up to it. They may get into a skirmish and Aviana impresses Hikage with her current skills. Then Hikage, seeing the need to improve on everything, offers an apprenticeship. Of course, that is a just a suggestion. Do you have some other first encounter in mind? @Dani
  5. It seems like you already found a partner, but is there room for one more? I'd like to nominate Mizzy and Grike for this expedition. I have a feeling they'd be good at the investigating thing. I have basic profiles in the signature and if you're interested I can slide some more detailed backstory your way to confirm it. @Ishtar
  6. If you're still looking for partners, may I suggest Hikage? She's a ronin looking to train or serve someone. Probably the former for Aviana. She's a kendo master and can also wield a naginata polearm. Got a lot to impart. If you're interested I can slide some backstory your way. For more basic details see the link in my signature. @Dani
  7. Guess what I just posted? You can find it under the "Wilds of Terrenus" section. I've labeled it semi-closed but you should have access. @Teivel Morteus
  8. The Wilds were hardly known for its peacefulness, but on this day only the soft scurrying of small animals permeated the woods. Leaves relinquished their grips on branches and drifted silently to the ground. Great beasts slumbered with hardly a snore. All was quiet. Until a mighty roar ripped through the Wilds. “HHHHRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!” screamed Hikage, releasing her intense fighting spirit and slicing her katana down. It crashed into the head of the bandit, causing blood to spray everywhere as he crumpled to the ground. Or rather, that’s would have happened if her foe was not imaginary. As it was, Hikage halted the momentum of blade at around head height, no easy feat, and imagined the rest. Imaginary or not, practice was essential. Her skill was like a sword, it needed whetting or it would dull. And dull blades cannot be used to defend anything. Not her master. Not her homestead. Not her honor. She pulled herself back into the starting position, the stance from which everything else flowed. A new opponent stands in front of her now, another samurai, clad in the same type of ou-yoroi armor as her. The only difference is a family crest proudly displayed on his kabuto He rushes forth with his own battle cry, lifting his katana skyward. And just a little too high and a little too slow. Instead of lifting her blade too, Hikage sidesteps the attack and turns her blade sideways and slashes across. His own momentum carries him into the strike, cutting deeply into his lower right side. It wouldn’t be enough to kill him on its own, so she spun around prepared the final blow. He had just enough time to turn his head before she thrust her katana into his throat. She snapped it back just as quickly and let his heartbeats pump his blood onto her armor. She could practically feel the wetness on her kabuto, dripping into her-. Wait. That was actually happening. She quickly sheathed her weapon and wiped at the mystery liquid, then glanced down at her hand. Apparently, even though her opponent never landed a hit, a passing bird did. She flings the excrement away with disgust. She has to find water somewhere. It would be disgraceful to allow her armor to be tainted in such a way. It doesn’t take long to find water, there are many rivers snaking through the Wilds. Hikage kneeled at the waterline and gently removed her kabuto. There was nothing underneath, no flesh or bone to support the armor, only magic. To any passerby, it would appear that she was headless. Hikage kept a firm grip as she dunked the kabuto into the water. The only thing worse than having it be dirty would be to lose it. Its mask stared back up at her, but she had no eyes to meet its gaze. So instead she looked at the space between the horns, the place where a crest would be. The absence of one tears at her very being. Perhaps if she had eyes, she would have cried then. In that moment Hikage was glad that there was no one around to witness this shameful display. @Teivel Morteus
  9. Behold! A very not serious list of prompts and questions designed to hopefully expand characterization. If you come up with a question that isn't here, feel free to contact me so I can add it to the list. Have fun! Which character would wear shoes around the house? Bonus: Which character only does it because someone told them not to? Which character would be fueled by spite? Which character would cry when they’re angry? Which character would accidently put salt in their coffee and then drink it anyway? Which character would always be stuck with doing chores? Bonus: Did they volunteer or were they "voluntold?" Which character would have to check their bag five or more times just to make sure everything they needed was really in there? Which character would throw the controller after getting mad at a video game? Which character would stutter if they talked to their crush? Which character would be able to talk their way out of any situation? Which character would get drunk after one drink? Which character would change spoons for every different food that needed a spoon, even in the same meal? Bonus: Which character would use the same spoon all day and just lick it clean each time? Which character would rather die than say “I love you” to someone? Which character would alway be down to fight? Which character would accidently say “You too” when a waiter tells them to have a nice meal? Which character would cheat at strip poker? Bonus: Do they keep their clothes on or strip faster? Which character would lie in the snow for so long that people start to think they’re dead? Which character would flirt with the police? Bonus: ...While being chased by the police? Which character would have a bottomless pit as a stomach? Which character would teach a child how to swear? Which character would complete their homework three weeks before it’s due? Bonus: Which character waits until the last five minutes to start? Which character would call every dog they saw a “pupper wupper” regardless of size, age, or demeanor? Which character would rickroll their best friend? Bonus: Which character would rickroll their worst enemy? Which character would be mistaken for a gang member but is actually warm and fuzzy? Bonus: Which character looks innocent, but would cut someone with no hesitation. Which character wouldn’t be able to read their own handwriting? Which character would wear booty shorts that say “Kinky” on them? Which character would agree to a dare no matter what? Which character would compose a theme song for themself? Bonus: Do they sing it when they’re alone? Do they sing it when they’re NOT alone? Which character would forget where they parked? Which character would dye their hair? Bonus: Why? Which character would laugh so hard they start crying? Which character would lick the cream from an Oreo and abandon the rest? Which character would be personally offended if someone didn’t like their favorite food? Which character would take pride in being stoic and then be startled by a leaf floating in front of their face? Which character would eat anything, even a freezer-burned bootheel? Which character would walk in a room and immediately forget why they entered? Which character would replace the songs in someone else’s phone with the Kidz Bop version of the songs? Which character would get into a “soup store” type of argument? Which character would sneak an entire fancy dinner into a movie theater? Which character would be so bad at cooking they would burn water? Which character would wear black even in the middle of summer? Bonus: Which one wears shorts and a tanktop even in the dead of winter? Which character would get angry and accidentally combine “Bite me!” and “Fuck you!” resulting in “Fuck me!”? Bonus: Who do they say this to and how do they react? Which character would use a one-handed weapon so that they could use the other hand for rude gestures? Which character would bullshit the answer to a question they don’t know the solution to on a quiz because they refuse to leave it blank? Which character would teach swears in their native language to their friends under the guise of them being useful phrases? Which character would never be able to work in retail? Bonus: Why? Which character would love group projects? Bonus: Which one hates group projects? Which character would have trouble pouring water out a boot with the instructions written on the heel? Which character would be the master of exact words? Which character would get rid of someone by asking them to fetch some elbow grease? Bonus: Which character would earnestly go looking for some? Which character would the saying “It is easier to ask for forgiveness than to ask for permission” no longer apply to? Which character would have a bucket list? Bonus: What’s on it?
  10. My college just started up again, so I'm really busy right now, but I'll make the post when I have the time. @Teivel Morteus
  11. I think the flow would be best if Hikage opened first. Additionally, does it matter where in the Wilds it takes place? Optimally, it'd be somewhere close to Midri's clan because she's fleeing from there, but the character sheet doesn't mention a specific location.
  12. I was thinking that maybe Midri could stumble across Hikage while practicing kendo or something similar. Hikage doesn't know a lot about magic or the arcane, but she has 50 years of blade work experience she can teach.
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    Mizzy scratches the back of her neck in thought, "Mmmm, I don't know anyone of extreme importance. Everyone just seems to be passing through here. In fact, all the other people I've greeted have already moved onto greener pastures or wherever else they went." "Oh! But I do have a friend here. His name's Grike. He's sitting just over there." Mizzy points a finger off in Grike's direction. "He's the tall guy in the mask. Mizzy waves at him and Grike gives a small wave back. Then he gives one to Waters. He sticks his hands into his pockets nervously once he's done. Mizzy turns back to Waters, "But don't be intimidated by him! Why, the reason he's not over here with me is because he's very shy. Like, really shy. Look at him. What a baby." "But anyway, now that you know Grike. Let's go back to small talk. What do you do for a living?" @RentedRed
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    Mizzy settles into a chair next to him, nonchalantly easing herself onto the shaped wood. "Well, to answer your first question. No, I don't need a drink," then sticking her tongue out almost child-like, "Alcohol tastes nasty anyway." Observing from their original table, Grike watches the conversation. It appears that she is going to engage in small talk first, before asking about profession and job hunting. Should he go over there as well? He is usually besides Mizzy, but he knows his appearance is intimidating and may cause concern on the stranger's part. But on the other hand, if he noticed Grike listening in on the conversation he would almost certainly get the wrong idea. As Grike mulls over the issue, Mizzy has not skipped a beat talking, "But moving on to your second question. I'm doing quite wonderfully actually, this tavern is so full of many colorful characters, it's lovely to met some of them." "Speaking of, I don't think I heard a name from you. Mine's Mizzy. What's yours?" @RentedRed
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    "Grike, we got a problem and we need a solution," interjects Mizzy into the silence that had settled between the two of them, "We still haven't found someone to do the job with! That's bad! I know you've been watching the scene! Have you seen anyone who might be suited for it? What do your special eyes see?" 'Special eyes?' Somewhat of an overstatement, considering that with so many numbers and all in one place, the qualities that make them 'special' have little use. However, she was right, he had been observing the bar around them. *Some new people have entered. Two are already talking to each other and a man has sat down to drink some water. I do not know anyone's business here* Grike explains with quick, sharp hand movements. Mizzy reaches up and pats Grike's shoulder, "Thanks buddy. Let's talk to the lonely guy. Where's he sitting?" She is out of the chair by the time she finishes her sentence. Grike has barely pointed towards the man before Mizzy shoots off, making a beeline for him. What was she going to do? Go up to him and say 'Hey, want to hunt down some bandits?' She was certainly blunt enough. Or, perhaps more likely, open up with a simple greeting and work her way to it? Mizzy walks up to the man and practically plants herself in front of him , standing straight and tall, like a proud oak tree. "How's it going stranger?" @RentedRed