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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

      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.”
  16. I shall bless the first page with this dancing ferret
  17. Alken started as door unlocked. Instinctually, she dropped her hands to her sides and turned to stand in front of the cot. The government research teams were more than capable of making people submit by force, so most subjects were smart enough to comply from the beggining. Everyone knew that the cells were a terrible place to start a fight in, anyways. However, instead of the usual chemsuit-wearing debrief team, a relatively normal woman walked through the door. Alken raised an eyebrow and relaxed her posture. She nodded as a confirmation of her name and crossed her arms, listening to Sara. ”You know, I’ve never heard of the UDD before,” Alken replied. She met the woman’s gaze and held it. “But it seems awfully convenient that we were pulled out just as things were starting to go to shit, doesn’t it? If you know who we are and where we were, you wouldn’t need to ask ‘Why.’ Give me some proof that this isn’t a trap before I answer anything. Or better yet, tell me what happened to Samuel.”
  18. I know it’s cheesy, but I hope each and every one of you have a happy new year! I look forward to seeing everything this wonderful community has to offer in 2020
  19. Alken yells as a force drags her off the dragon by her throat. Her grip broken, she hits the ground as the dragon thrashes above her. She struggles in vain as the world goes dark. The last thing she sees is the blinding light. — A baby cried. Its wails echoed through the walls of a dimly lit, long, grey hallway. The corridor had no end, but she walked anyways. The crying was always so close. If only she could walk a little faster, she could reach it. Her feet were metal and she fell through the floor, through a series of never-ending hallways, all exactly the same. She melted and reformed in a thousand ways and her flesh slowly dripped away. Still, she ran. — Alken awoke to grey walls. She sat up and the memory of the recent events quietly replaced her dream. The room she was in wasn’t much more than a metal box with a door and a few pieces of furniture illuminated by a florescent light in the ceiling. She was still in the same wet clothes as before. She assumed the door was locked without checking. The sudden rescue was uncharacteristic of the government’s experiments, but it was an unordinary test she was pulled from. Alken sighed and cllimbed to her feet. “Hello?” She called out, not expecting an answer. “Goddamn, scientists,” she muttered, absentmindedly rubbing at her throat, “you think it’d kill them to keep any consistency. Guess the normal choppers wouldn’t cut it.”
  20. Yes, my humor is garbage. No, I will not stop.
  21. Ainsworth tensed as Enid touched his cheek. He was warm to the touch and his pupils were dilated more than what would be normal under the current lighting. He held eye contact with her for a second before shifting his gaze away. He thought for a moment. “It was a clear liquid with little to no taste or smell,” he supplied. “It dissolved instantly... I think I drank it more than once. I’m not sure. I’d had a bit to drink before I noticed.” He admitted. “Whatever it is, though, it‘s strong. I was fine an hour ago. Guess it’s a lot easier to rob someone if they can’t fight back.” ——— The mage looked up as Enid returned to the room. “Thank you,” he said gratefully. He reached to take the bottle and raised an eyebrow at the smell. He looked dubiously between the bottle and Enid. If he wasn’t poisoned before, he certainty was about to be. At her instruction, he swallowed a mouthful of the medicinal concoction and shuddered as the taste registered. He steeled himself, took a deep breath, and drank two more sips like shots. He choked back a gag and placed the bottle on the table next to the cards. He nodded in response to Enid’s question. “I’ve been drugged before.” He leaned his head back and closed his eyes. The compress felt heavenly. Slowly, he began to relax as he talked. “It wasn’t like this, though. It was a couple of years ago and I can’t remember most of it. The needle went into the back of my neck. Our contact started running. And then I woke up a day later with a black eye. Apparently, I’d been awake and saying stupid shit the whole time.” He laughed quietly before a wave of nausea hit and he quieted with a low groan. For a moment, the rain was the only sound in the room. He turned his head to look at her, surprised. “I wouldn’t want to be more of a bother,” he started. “Besides, I’m hoping that-“ He was interrupted by a sudden, bright spark that soundlessly jumped between his fingers. He brought his hands up with a confused look. That was odd. It was the second time tonight. Alcohol didn’t usually have this effect. He turned back to Enid to continue his train of thought and pain flared through his arm. In an instant, a burning engulfed his left arm from the wrist to above the elbow. Ainsworth doubled over with a strangled cry of surprise. He fumbled at the cuff of his jacket and shoved the sleeve out of the way. The sensation subsided as quickly as it began, leaving behind a dull buzzing reminiscent of loosing circulation in a limb. His arm bore no mark, but from the wrist down, his skin was unnaturally pale. His fingers were tipped with blue and the veins in his hand were dark and prominent. When he tried to flex his hand, it resisted any quick motions and sent a sharp jolt up his arm. “Enid,” He said quietly, still staring at his hand, “something's wrong.”
  22. The sudden flood slammed into Tana like a ton of bricks. The water was freezing cold and the impact forced the air out of her lungs. In an instant, her feet were swept out from underneath her and Tana pitched forward. She flailed at the air and caught hold of Khada’s outstretched arm. Her gloved fingers dug into his scales. Most of Tana’s body was still submerged in the water and at the mercy of the current. The flood tugged at her and threatened to pull her under. The flood seemed to last for hours. In reality, it lasted for less than a minute. As quickly as it came, it disappeared. Tana’s grip loosened with the final surge of the flood. Her head slipped below the water’s surface and the current swept her down the street. She struck a curb and braced as the floodwaters drained throughout the city. The remaining water was no more than a foot at its deepest point. Tana lay still for a moment. Her body jerked as a fit of coughing forced an accidental mouthful of water out of her lungs. The thief rolled to her knees and spat onto the street. Her coughs gradually turned into a hacking laughter. “Gods, I hate this fucking place,” she said hoarsely. “Take some time off, they said. Best to keep a low profile for a while, they said. Terrenus is nice this time of year, they said.” Tana struggled upright and swayed on her feet. She was completely soaked. She pushed a strand of wet hair out of her face and narrowed her eyes. “Next time,” she grumbled, “I’m going to Orisa. Hamlin can pay me on company time and deal with it.” She glanced around for the other thief. “You still here?” She called. While she waited for an answer, Tana glanced at the building behind her. The flood had swept her close enough she could see the details of the facade. It looked promising. Though, if the amulet wasn’t inside, Tana wasn’t sure if she would continue the search. She was searching for a needle in a magical haystack. Adrenaline was the only thing keeping her standing at this point. At what point was this all a waste of energy?
  23. Alken dove out of the way of the falling dragon. Its massive body slammed into the ground, scattering earth and trees beneath the impact. She rolled to her knees and grabbed her makeshift club. In an instant, her skin was a dark, tungsten alloy. With the dragon on the ground, she could sacrifice speed for the extra weight and durability. Samuel was yelling. Alken couldn’t see exactly what was wrong, but the fact that he wasn’t standing anymore was enough to let her know that it was her turn. “I’m working on it!” She yells back. She springs forward. The club swings down on to the creature’s head. The shock reverberates up her arms as the tree branch shatters uselessly across the thick scale plating. The attack didn’t even leave a dent. “Son of a-“ Alken’s profanity filled stream of consciousness continues uninterrupted as her momentum carries her forwards and she grabs onto the side of dragon. There had to be a weak point somewhere and Alken was going to find it, come hell or high water.
  24. Rolling to hit the lightning dragon with a big stick
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