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  1. New guy in the party

    Welcome to Valucre! It's nice to meet you Cerrex, I hope you have a great time on the site ^_^ No need to worry about being inexperienced, as mentioned above, we have tons of tools to help you get started, and if you ever need help feel free to PM me, or post your question on the help board. One more time, welcome to the site. I look forward to seeing you around!
  2. Two Realms As One

    Answering questions in order ^_^ 1. Yes 2. That's the gist of it 3. We not talking about the Moonwoods. This RP is set in a town on the edge of the Coconino Marsh We'd be happy to have you aboard
  3. The factions are coming OOC

    @supernal The IC thread is up: A Wyld World I will have an OOC thread up soon as well. Thank you for your patience.
  4. Two Realms As One

    Okay everybody, after a bit too long (sorry about that) the IC thread is up. An OOC thread will be up soon as well, but in the meantime, I would like to re-confirm that everyone is still interested. If you are, please post here or like this message. Additionally, this thread is still open to others if they are interested. Sorry for the wait everyone, let's get it started.
  5. A Wyld World

    An otherworldly wind brushed gently across Arun's shoulders, sending the Changeling shivering. Forlornly, the young man stared into the gaping maw of the portal resting just meters away from him. The brutal tear in reality yawned like some horrible mouth. To say Arun looked on it with mixed feelings would be an understatement like no other. Pride, fear, apprehension, and excitement all flowed through him in equal terms, swimming and colliding within the depths of his mind. After a few moments of staring, he broke his gaze away from the affront to this reality that he and his siblings had created. He turned his attention instead to the parcels he was tasked with bringing through that festering wound. Two small bags sat at his feet. One smelled of rot and decay, and the other of nothing at all. He knew the contents of each, but didn't want to think on either. In fact, he didn't want to be thinking about any of this. He turned his gaze again, this time towards the village, from which he had walked here earlier this morning. Hopefully his companions would arrive soon and they could get on with it. Arun had been chosen from among the Changelings as the champion that would bear a piece of the Wyrm and a piece of the Weaver back into the Fae realm. He would not be going alone, however. His companions were varied, and he'd yet to meet some of them. Some would be working for coin, other's for more obscure purposes, and perhaps one or two of them might even believe in the cause. As he waited, Arun's mind turned to what his companions might think of him. He knew that in some ways, he resembled his Fae lords, wiry and ethereal, thin to the point of breaking, graceful and flowing. Yet for all that, he also knew the touch of this world was on him. It showed on his slightly mottled complexion, the scars and bruises, the other imperfections that made him more, mortal. He looked again to his parcels. And this is what they would be introducing into the Fae realm. Mortality and structure. He knew it was necessary, everyone did, but that didn't stop the lot of them from shuddering at the thought. Arun sat brooding a little while longer before he heard the first hint of footsteps on the path, his Fae hearing revealing them at a range that would be impossible for a human. With a sigh, the Changeling stood up, and carefully schooled his expression into a smile. The small forest clearing that housed the portal to the Fae realm wasn't too far from the village, but it was easy to miss the turn-off from the path that would lead deeper into the forest. That in mind, Arun walked to the entrance of the clearing, waiting next to the path for the first signs of his companions. Whenever anyone would arrive, he would direct them into the clearing, until they were all assembled in front of the portal. He stared at the varied people, and decided to be the first to speak. "My name is Arun, the leader of this expedition. I'm sure you all know this already, but we're traveling into the Fae realm and dropping of these," he hefted his two small bags for emphasis, "at a certain location within. He looked around to make sure everyone understood. "It's going to be dangerous in there, and we can't really know what to expect. The Fae realm is almost pure Wyld, which means it's shaped by whatever consciousness' it touches. The piece of the Weaver we have hear," he lifted the odorless bag again," should keep things slightly stable, but take nothing for granted, and be careful what you think. Now, before we go in, we should all introduce ourselves and our specialties. Once again, my name is Arun, and I'm a Changeling. I'm skilled in several Fae magics, and my ancestry means I can never be lost, not even in there," he pointed at the portal. "Don't ask how it works, I couldn't tell you, I just literally cannot be lost." His introduction complete, Arun nodded at the person standing next to him. "I believe you're up next?"
  6. King's Feast Chatter [Participants & Gamblers Only]

    Real life comes first. Take whatever time you need.
  7. How do you lose your self?

    A plan of action was put into place, but it didn't sit well with Mara. She turned back to tending to the children as Yates worked, intent on checking the efficacy of her attempt to use the Mother's power to clear the disease before the settled on this course of action. "Mother, Help Me That I Might Relieve These Weary Souls." The prayer was heartfelt, and rang through the small cabin, though the sounds of Yates' efforts outside drowned the prayer from mortal ears. Still, someone was listening, because Mara's hands lit up faintly, glowing with an ethereal power. Mara put one palm each on the children's foreheads, and the small forms shuddered slightly as she did so. The reaction was a good sign, it meant that she was doing something. If she were more talented, more skilled, she might have been able to dispel the illness instantly. Untrained as she was, the best she could do was reinforce the children's own ability to fight off the disease. Some time passed like that, Yates and Mara working on their respective tasks, before eventually her fellow apprentice returned. He outlined his plans to Mara and the family, and after resting for a bit, stood up to go. Mara broke off from what she was doing, something swelling in her chest. "Wait, she called out to Yates." The man did so, and Mara unhooked her mace from it's place on her hip. She placed a hand on the weapon's flanged head, and spoke another prayer. "Mother, My Comrade Goes Forth Alone to Face the Darkness In Your Name. Let Some of Me Travel With Him, That He Might Not Stand Without Aid." This time, when Mara's hand glowed, it was with the intensity an open flame. The pulsing light flowed from her limb and into the weapon, leaving the metal head and most of the haft gleaming faintly. That done, Mara took the small metal chain from around her neck and unclasped it. The necklace was plain, a simple metal chain with a slightly burnt carving affixed to it. The symbol of Gaia, the world tree, filled with a light of it's own as it sat in her palm. Gingerly, she clasped the chain to a small metal ring at the base of the mace's shaft. Finally, her offering was complete. She looked up at Yates, and handed him the weapon. "It's goin' ta be dangerous goin' alone, please take this." The apprentice looked drained, but she took a long shuddering breath to finish her explanation. "It shouldn't burden yah down too much, and yah don't really need ta know how ta use it. If ever you think that thing is goin' ta catch up ta yah, drop this in it's path. It might slow it down." The woman looked uncertain for a moment, but she wiped the expression from her face and replaced it with as much confidence as she could muster. "Yah ask'd me before if I thought this was a test and I told yah no. I think I was wrong. The Mothah is watchin' us. Let us stand strong." She looked back to the two children, and then to Yates. "I'll finish here as fast as I can. We'll make a race of it. Do yah lead it away and escape first, or do I heal these two and find you?" There was false bravado in her voice, and a bit of forced cheer, but it was the best she could offer the man, and she was determined to give it to him. After saying his piece, Yates left the cabin, and the five inhabitants lapsed into silence. The two farmers did their best to take their children's fever down while Mara sat over them, one palm on each of their foreheads. There was no talking between them, just urgent silence, and the soft glow of the Mother's light.
  8. Housecall [Joran City]

    The crowd was annoying for traveling swiftly, but good for losing oneself in. Cecil traveled through the market square at a reasonable pace, determined to make it out the other end to drop any pursuit he had before he went back to the mechanic's district. A few minutes had him through the crowded square and into some less busy thoroughfares. These he traveled down quickly, and he was only a few minutes away from the next district when he noticed yet another individual following him. They were making no bones about being subtle, seemingly more interested in tracking him then keeping him from noticing them. In a way, this pursuer was even more surprising than the previous. Lydia was hot on his tail, having somehow tracked him down. She'd noticed him by sight by now, the pirate captain slowed down to allow the odd woman to catch up. While he waited, he wondered just how she had found him. Maybe she'd just camped out the entrances to the mechanic's district? There were only so many ways he could get there from the tavern he'd left behind. Maybe it'd been luck? Random chance? Providence? He gave the mechanic a once over, and slowed to a stop on a street corner so they could talk. The only way to find out would be to ask, but before he could do that, he had some other questions. The shady spot he picked preserved them slightly from the sun's incessant rays, but the heat was still oppressive, and the old captain wiped the sweat off of his forehead with a similarly damp hand. "I'm impressed that you found me, but I thought we already parted ways. Don't tell me you're still interested in the job after all that?" In reference to that, Cecil pointed back towards the commotion the pair had left behind, though it seemed unlikely that Lydia had forgotten it.
  9. Housesitting

    A plan was hatched, and Leo crept back down the stairs to get more info. He came back up again, whispering urgently to his companions. "No trip wires that I can see. I think they've been cut and removed. Come down the stairs with me, quietly. The thief is looking for people coming in, not out. I'll make up some illusions of me and Luna and we'll see if we can catch him by surprise." Leo lead the way down the stair, Luna taking the rear. Sure enough, the thief was looking out into the corridor. By their posture, Leo could tell that the person was rather bored, but they dutifully kept their gaze scanning the hallway. It was a short bit of work to spawn two doppelgangers at the end of the hallway and have them come up out of the floor like there were coming up the stairs. The thief spotted the erstwhile pair almost instantly, shouting "Hey!" and taking off down the corridor. The illusion of the twins came running at the man, brandishing fake weapons. Leo knew that the illusions would hold up to exactly zero scrutiny, as soon as they were struck they'd collapse. As the three figures grew closer to meeting, Leo whispered to Tobias, "Now's the time to go."
  10. Marshland Breakout

    The response he received surprised Cecil. Talia as well. The pair stared in silence at the halfling woman for one beat, and then two, before finally Cecil spoke up. "Um, really? Well, we'd be happy to have you aboard, but I'd be remiss if I didn't make sure you knew what you were getting yourself into. Things aren't always safe, as you can see." Still, Wisp gave an assurance that she could handle herself in a fight, and Cecil had seen the woman's powers demonstrated first hand. He looked thoughtful, before finally responding again. "Alright, welcome aboard Ms. Wisp." He extended a hand, and once they'd sealed the deal, he lead the rest of the way to the ship. Well, actually the deer lead the way, but Cecil like to think that he was guiding. Eventually, they reached a large clearing. made even larger now by providence of several flattened trees crushed under the Aria's weight bulk. The squat freighter-turned pirate vessel was perhaps the least elegant vessel Cecil had ever seen and he loved her dearly for it. The ramp to the lower cargo bay lowered and a familiar group of people came running out to greet them. Cecil smiled as Talia was lifted out off of her steed and carried into the ship while he in turn made a round of introductions. The now-larger group walked onto the ship, and a few minutes later, the Aria was taking off again, new and former crew members aboard.
  11. The factions are coming OOC

    Sorry for the late response, getting set up has taken me longer than I thought. I'll hopefully have my thread up by Friday's end.
  12. How do you lose your self?

    The answer, when it came, put an end to the conversation, Yates seeming to accede to her viewpoint. A thrill of triumph went through Mara, which she promptly quashed with a feeling of displeasure. This was no argument to be won, in fact there was no winning involved! By her own admission her point was but one of semantics, and in all likelihood Yates was backing off so they could focus on topics more relevant to their current predicament. Internally she shook her head at herself, upset with that ugly bit of unbecoming conceit. They walked in silence a little while longer, but before too long her nose caught on to a familiar scent. It evoked the image of dried wood, crackling away in a hearth, and sure enough, there path took them into view of a small farmhouse. Yates relayed his thoughts, and Mara nodded in agreement, following in his wake through the woods. It wasn't a long walk, and before too long they were approaching the building. She pulled up her scarf once again as they approached the door, and stood behind Yates as he knocked urgently on the wooden door. A quick conversation ensued, the speaker from inside seeming to speak without coming to the door. The house was small, a cabin really, and while it was possible to hold a conversation without coming to the door, it did seem odd. Still, they were welcomed in, and Yates pushed through the entrance way when prompted. The blast of warm, saccharine air hit the two priests-in-training like a damp cloth, and Mara was glad for her scarf, since it covered her unconscious grimace. She couldn't see well past Yates, the man was actually rather tall, but she didn't need to see to know what was going on, especially after the farmer's soulful request. Grimly, Mara pushed her way past her fellow apprentice, whispering to the man as she went, "Take the man aside and tell him why were here." She trusted the talking to Yates, but sick children were her domain. She walked briskly, bearing down on the bed with determined steps. The mother, presumably, sat on a stool next to the bed, wringing out a damp cloth into a bucket. The scent of herbs and poultices emanated from the discolored water in the wooden contraption, and from the lengths of cloth covering the children's skin. Mara stepped to the woman's side, and the mother finally looked up, startling away a bit from Mara's scarf-covered face. "Foxglove and ginger?" the apprentice asked curtly. The woman's expression was confused for a moment, before she looked down at the cloth in her hands and then back up, nodding. "Yes. We don't know what's wrong with them. The fever keeps raging and raging no matter what we do." The woman's expression was stricken, and her eyes were red from lack of sleep and stress. Mara felt for the woman, but she needed more information. "How long have they had it? And what other symptoms?" The woman's eyes were pained, but she answered the questions dutifully. "They've both had a cough for a few days now, but they didn't get the fever until just last night. We haven't been able to keep any food in them since then, either comes up or out right away, and they have a nasty rash as well." Mara's expression softened a bit, and she nodded in thanks. "I understand. would you let me take over for a bit?" She pointed over towards the woman's husband and Yates. "My fellow priest bears important news you need to hear. Go, please. I'll see what I can do for them." The woman looked uncertain, and Mara offered her a smile. The farmer's wife wouldn't be able to see her mouth, but Mara new the expression carried up to her eyes. "Trust me, I have a lot of experience with children." The woman wavered for one more moment, than two, and then stood up, walking over to her husband and putting a hand on his shoulder. Mara turned her attention to the two small forms in the bed. Both were conscious, but neither was in any condition to notice anything going on around them. The pair, a boy and a girl, were around the same age. She put them somewhere between seven and ten, and both lay in the bed with their eyes alternating between opening briefly and then squeezing shut tightly. She could see the rash on both of them, appearing in random places on their body, seemingly without rhyme or reason. Mara took the bucket and set about refreshing the poultices as she inspected the children. She tried to get them to talk, but they were completely out of it, either mumbling incoherently, or failing to respond at all. Their skin was pallid, unnaturally so, but also an angry red, anywhere near the rash. Mara had a nasty suspicion, but she had a few tests to do first. After refreshing another cloth, the priestess-in-training stood up and pulled a pouch from her bag. She made a quick round of the bed, scattering some its the contents onto the floor. Preserved rose petals fluttered to the ground in a circle around the bed. That done, Mara returned to the children's side. The boy had his eyes shut more often, so she went to him, kneeling by the bed and holding up a petal from her bag. She needed no prayer for this extension of the Mother's will, and the petal lit up dimly without a word. The boy immediately shied away from the source of light, squeezing his eyes shut, mumbling incoherently, and putting his hands up to ward off the illumination. With a sigh, Mara replaced the petal into her bag, where it still shown softly and would for another hour. She stood up, and turned around. The apprentice almost jumped out of her skin when she realized that the farmer and his wife were right behind her. She'd been a bit engrossed, and had missed them coming up so close. The woman had a fearful look on her face, and she whispered out, "I knew it." Mara's expression warped into one of confusion, but before she could get a question out the farmer was hurrying to shush his wife. "Now quiet about that nonsense, they're just sick Meredith." However the woman, Meredith apparently, was not to be quieted. "I knew it and I told you Wernst, I told you. They're possessed aren't they?" Her expression was stricken. "I should have listened when they told me their necks hurt, I should have known something had latched onto them. Oh Mother, why? What do we do?" And there was the neck pain. Mara was going to ask, but Meredith, brought it up before she had the chance. Speaking of whom, the poor woman seemed fit for a breakdown, muttering "I knew it" over and over. Wernst was trying to calm her, repeating to her that she was being ridiculous, a ploy Mara knew would never work, and the apprentice was forced to raise her voice to make sure she was heard over the small din. "They're not possessed, calm down." "They're not?" The question was asked by at least two voices. Meredith looked over at Wernst accusingly, who pointedly looked away to the side of the room. "No they're not." Mara responded. "That's what the rose petals are for, and besides I've seen this before. It is a natural illness." That, however, was the end of the good news. Mara's expression was grim as she spoke. "However it's still very dangerous. I'm not going to lie to you, things are bad." The priestess-in-training took a deep breath, and then launched into her explanation. "This illness goes three ways." Mara held up three fingers to emphasize her point. She ticked one down as she gave the worst option. "One. They might die in the next few hours." The two parents widened their eyes, and made to speak, but Mara cut them off, speaking over any protestations. "Two! They recover in a few days and are as right as rain. Or three, they stay very sick for weeks, maybe months, and maybe they come out of it, or maybe they slip away." She spoke with mechanical precision, her voice rigid and cold. It might have sounded heartless, but actually it was just a result of Mara carefully controlling her voice to avoid slipping into her accent. The farmers needed to know exactly what was going on, and she couldn't afford to speak in a way they couldn't understand. The farmers looked stricken, but Wernst managed to hazard a question. "So which will happen." Mara sighed. "I wish I could tell you, but there's just no way to know. Whichever one does occur, will in all likelihood happen to both." Mara looked down at her hands, and an oppressive silence hung in the air for a few moments before Mara broke it again. "I maybe, maybe can help. I cannot promise anything, but if they were going to get better anyway, I can hasten the process, and if they weren't, I might be able to bring them to a place where they have a chance." Wernst and Meredith's expressions turned hopeful, but Mara still had a bitter tilt to her eyes. "But either way, it's going to take time, and I don't know how much of that we have. If we move them, they lose almost any chance they have, but I'm sure Yates told you what's coming. It might be that none of us have have any chance if we stay." The priestess was upset, and her face dark. She looked up at Yates, a pained look in her eyes. "Do you have any way of driving that thing off, or keeping it at bay, or..." She trailed off for a moment, before she sucked up her breath and asked the question. "Or of leading it off?"
  13. New...

    Hey there Ellipsis, welcome to Valucre! It looks as if you've already been given some starting advice, but that doesn't mean I'm totally without things to offer. If you ever find yourself confused and can't find the answer, feel free to message me, or post your problem on the help board. There's also a ton of useful resources for getting started under the "get help" tab found at the top of the page (as long as you're using a computer. I'm not sure where it's at on mobile). Once again, welcome to the site! I hope you enjoy your time here ^_^
  14. Hey, no problem, I totally get it. Not to mention I am anything but blameless in this situation. We'll put the thread on ice for now and when everyone has more time we will come back to it.
  15. King's Feast Chatter [Participants & Gamblers Only]

    @Syncopy I think he rolled a 4 and used 2 preps to reduce it down to 2. From the post, it looks like he's writing 6-4=2, but actually the first number is just an indicator that he was using a d6 (if I'm somehow the one misinterpreting this I apologize, but I went back and checked his roll in the dice-rolling thread [It's right before Cipher's] and it was a 4). Also, I literally asked this question a little over a week ago: and you replied: So hopefully you can excuse me for being a bit confused. For one final time, just getting this completely clear, are we allowed to, say, use 2 preps to reduce a 4 to a 2, or use 3 preps to reduce a 5 to a 2, or are we only ever allowed to use 1 prep per combat for modifying our rolls to the required amount. Sorry for the big long post but I want to get this completely clarified for the rest of the fight. Also @Chappu I think convention has us linking to our dice roll posts in our King's Feast posts. Just something I noticed when I went back to check your roll. Would be helpful in situations like this to make sure we all know exactly what's going on.