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  1. AngryCacti

    Favorite dragon?

    When I was a wee cactus, I absolutely fell in love with the Eragon books and their dragons.
  2. Honestly, I thought some of y’all were intimidating too... right up until i realized we’re all nerds that roleplay on the internet for fun. 😝
  3. Ainsworth’s breath caught as Enid grabbed his arm. His attention snapped to her face, eyes wide. Still reeling from the initial burst of pain, Ains tensed, expecting the worst. He unconsciously hunched forward, but to his surprise the feeling of touch was almost imperceptible. He dropped his head as she turned his arm. The motion felt weird and the pressure of Enid’s grip, though gentle, was sharp against the background of numb static that flared as she twisted the limb. “That’s reassuring,” he muttered. He gently moved his arm away from Enid’s examination and held it closer to his chest. He was still hunched in the chair, though not doubled over. His shoulders rose and fell with each breath. The candlelight cast long shadows over his face and made it difficult to tell what he was thinking. He looked up. “Really?” He asked. “Any guesses about what this is?” Ainsworth had no clue. Toxins were never an area of interest for him and the combination of alcohol, worry, fatigue, and the unknown substance made it difficult to identify symptoms of any normal poisons. Despite this, the mage had faith in Enid. There wasn’t an alternative. He shook his head and a thin smile appeared on his face. “How do you know so much about all this stuff?” The question was mostly rhetorical. Still, Ainsworth was curious. If he got out of this, he’d love to know where Enid learned her craft.
  4. Alken nodded. “He’s a tough kid.” Though she didn’t say anything else, her posture relaxed. After the two days they’d been through, Samuel deserved some sleep. She listened quietly to the rest of the story. It seemed crazy-- like a half-baked science fiction novel or the ruminations of a conspiracy theorist. Alken remembered the bombs. She remembered seeing the news on the old, grainy tube television at the front of the workshop. She remembered the moment of stillness where everyone in the building watched the first city fall. She remembered the tornado sirens shocking everyone back to reality. The shop had a basement where they kept the boiler and extra materials. Somehow, everyone managed to fit inside. It didn’t do any good. Alken remebered the bombs, but she didn’t remember hearing about a secret pre-Mesozoic society or a revolutionary gene editing breakthrough or a United Deffense Division. The government kept quiet, leaving a crumbling society to make its own theories on why the world was ending. Alken stared at the woman. “And if I want to leave?” She asked. “I assume you’ll stop me.” She thought for a second, then added before Sara walked out of the room, “Out of curiosity,” she began, “You have an interesting method of operation. Do you have anyone that can influence dreams? Just asking.” Something that Samuel said earlier was nagging at the back of her mind. Alken waited until Sara was gone before she left the room. The flickering lights and tight hallway were reminiscent of the government holding cells. Unlike the government facilities, the rooms had walls instead of two-way mirrors and tiny door windows. The government made their corridors look like a prison. This looked like a bunker. No matter what answer she got previous, Alken made note of her surroundings, picked a direction, and started walking. She wasn’t actively trying to escape yet, but she wanted to see how far she could get.
  5. Tana spat out another mouthful of dirty saliva onto the pavement and smiled with her lips pulled back. “I didn’t hear any complaints about my language from your mother when I sucked her off last night.” It wasn’t her proudest retort, but Tana was too tired for a clever response. A gust of wind sent an involuntary shiver up her spine. “I’m great,” she lied. “And may I say,” she added sarcastically, “you look absolutely fantastic.” She turned and pointed at the tall, whitewashed building at the end of the square. Vines were slowly creeping up the decorative pillars and a section of the third floor had crumbled long ago beneath the onslaught of the elements. Very few buildings still had power in the city, and this one was no exception. There were no lights behind the cracked windows. Tana smiled and looked back at the kobold. A rare earnestness broke through her usual oily demeanor as her features softened. “That’s the one,” she said brightly. “It’s out of the wind too and I’m sure there’s a fireplace inside! Maybe we’ll get lucky for once.” She laughed and began to walk. “Come on. It’s freezing out here.” She dropped her smile as soon as she was faced away from Reis. Her expression settled back into a slight frown. She didn’t have time to wait out another magical disaster. The less time they spent here, the better. She wasn’t entirely sure why Reis was still following her. He was just as injured- if not more so- than her. It was still unlikely he would win in a fight. Was he after her score? He didn’t even know what it was. Reis was either very brave or very stupid. Tana didn’t mind the company, but his ongoing presence set her on edge. Tana walked into the building without slowing. Her boots kicked up dust as she crossed the foyer into a parlor area. Sure enough, an unlit fireplace sat against the wall opposite a boarded-up window. It was empty, but the furniture was in such disrepair that one could scavenge some firewood. Tana put on a friendly smile again and tossed a flint starter to the other thief. “Get this place warmed up,” she said. “I’m just going to take a quick look around. Yell if you see another magic flood.” She waved and disappeared into the next room. It was easy to hear her loudly rummaging through various drawers and cabinets.
  6. Just have fun with it! 😄
  7. You’ve still got plenty of time to show off your skills, my dude. You can elaborate on personality and descriptions in rp + you can always edit the sheet if you want. (If it helps, I think I’ve edited my first character sheet a thousand times lmao)
  8. Hello to all the people I owe responses to and who checked here! Real life saw my hubris and punished me accordingly this past week. I’ll get replies rolled out over the next couple of days 🙂 thanks for your patience!

    1. TheElementHunter


      Looking forward to it!

  9. “Okay, nevermind!” I interject hurriedly as Katana starts talking crazy again. I catch Sophie’s look and return an exasperated expression of my own. “While the gesture is... noble... maybe we don’t need to test it right now.” I glance over my shoulder at the butcher’s shop across the square. “Alright, I’m getting sick of this place and I would very much like to go home, so let’s start looking for the Martyr, or Apathy, or some kind of answer. Unless anyone wants to visit the cathedral first, I vote we look in the butcher’s shop. Keep an eye out for anything weirder than usual.” I cross the courtyard to the storefront and slowly open the door, looking through the gap before walking inside. I start investigating the interior, looking for anything out of the ordinary.
  10. Potential future world domination. All highly theoretical of course. You have nothing to worry about. No one is planning world domination. Nope. Never. What a silly idea. On an unrelated note... how does Cactus Planet sound?
  11. We should just rename Valucre every time someone succeeds in world domination.
  12. Ah, I misunderstood! No worries, dear Supernal, I have rectified the situation and sought out the council of said friend. Because we are now in different classes, please accept her response via text.
  13. I’m not saying I agree with the statement, just that it was given to me by an unbiased third party. I think her general idea was that because a lot of fantasy takes place on earth or an unspecified world, the act of addressing the world as a planet, appeals more to sci-fi view because “planet” can be associated with an established galaxy/technology that is common in sci-fi. Personally, I think planet is an appropriate term to use, especially since Valucre isn’t flat and contains multiple continents and cultures.
  14. According to my friend who I asked the question to (out of context), yes, it is sci-fi. Why? New planet. Has a sci-fi vibe.
  15. Lol In the immortal words of Randy Bachman, “You ain’t seen nothin’ yet.”
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