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  1. Job hunting is still going rough. I had no idea how many people were hunting for the same bloody bank jobs I was. So that in itself is quite frustrating, I guess is the more polite term for it. 

  2. ᏔᎻᎬᎡᎬ ͲᎻᎬᎡᎬ ᏆՏ ᎠᎬՏᏆᎡᎬ, ᎬᏙᏆᏞ ᏆՏ ᎪᏞᏔᎪᎽՏ ᎪᎡϴႮΝᎠ ͲᎻᎬ ᏟϴᎡΝᎬᎡ, ᎡᎬᎪᎠᎽ Ͳϴ ͲᏔᏆՏͲ ᏆͲ ᏆΝͲϴ ͲᎻᎬ ᏔϴᎡՏͲ ᏙᎬᎡՏᏆϴΝ ϴҒ ᏆͲՏᎬᏞҒ. Three days ago… AHHHHHHH!!! Guards rushed to the scene, breaking down the door, only to find they were too late. “What in the blazes happened here?” It was so terribly dark that they couldn't see who had made the noise at first, but as they brought their torches closer, they could see the true horror illuminated by the orange light. While the rest of the house was untouched, the bed sheets of the meager bed were thrown about wildly, and a chaotic mess laid about the bed proper, with pillows strewn about. From various angles one could see an arm or a leg sticking outwards from the tangled pile of fabric, but staring straight at them with lifeless eyes was the victim herself, frozen in a state of lethal fear. “How the hell does someone get scared to death?” Asked the guard, looking in shock at the terrifying Visage that seemed to follow him wherever he went, but surely couldn't. “Whatever did this, we have to try and figure it out before it hits again. Get the mortician, I’ll secure the area and flag down any other guards that pass by. Nobody needs to see this.” Grateful that he didn't have to stay with the body, the other guard left, making it only one living occupant currently inside the house. “Dying like that...I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy.” Now… Even with the passage of time, there was not much progress to be made in cracking the case of Amelia Silverheart’s death. Word had begun to spread throughout the islands and beyond of this peculiar tale, a woman dying of fright in the middle of the night. Such a spectacle used to he reserved for the frightening tales told to children to keep them behaved, yet now it has become all too real in this the grand capital of Ursa Madeum. What is one to do but reach out for outside help in order to bring about a conclusion to this horrifying crime? Since the mortician had finished their work, the crime scene itself had already been cleaned up, with the body of the fair servant woman still held in custody until it was time to commit her to the earth. In that time, the job of discovering the truth was up to a man named Maximilian Bridgeport, a man who had just risen to the rank of investigator, and in that time was stuck with this impossible quest. After going through the evidence, what little of it they had, he had concluded it was more than just a mystery, it was an enigma wrapped up in a riddle and swallowed up by a damned quandary. Unless he figures out something soon then he'll lose this job as soon as he acquired it. Sitting at his desk, he wondered the best means of which to contact the necessary help to solve this crime. People needed incentive, which usually meant money, and that could mean quite a bit of nasty elements could show up to collect on it. Unfortunately he didn't have much choice, and so would simply roll the dice and hope for the best. On the bright side he could at least not have to keep worrying about it for a while, seeing as how it had become more and more difficult to sleep after witnessing such a gruesome death. Getting up to his typewriter, he began to write the missive that would be handed out and pinned to various community boards throughout the kingdom. It had to be concise, passionate and to the point, he figured. After several attempts, he finally found the right message to send. Removing the paper from the device he began to read it, smiling as he did so out of satisfaction. Ꭺ ᎷႮᎡᎠᎬᎡ ᎻᎪՏ ᏴᎬᎬΝ ᏟϴᎷᎷᏆͲͲᎬᎠ ᏆΝ ϴႮᎡ ᏟᏆͲᎽ ϴҒ ᎪΝᎠᎬᏞႮՏᏆᎪ. ͲᎻᎬ ᏟႮᏞᏢᎡᏆͲ ᎻᎪՏ ᏴᎡႮͲᎪᏞᏞᎽ ᎷႮᎡᎠᎬᎡᎬᎠ Ꭺ ᏟᏆͲᏆᏃᎬΝ, ᎪΝᎠ ᏔᎬ ᎡᎬϘႮᏆᎡᎬ ᎽϴႮᎡ ᎻᎬᏞᏢ Ͳϴ ᎪᏢᏢᎡᎬᎻᎬΝᎠ ͲᎻᎬᎷ ᏆΝ ͲᎻᎬ ΝᎪᎷᎬ ϴҒ ᎫႮՏͲᏆᏟᎬ. ᎪΝᎽ ᏆΝҒϴᎡᎷᎪͲᏆϴΝ ͲᎻᎪͲ ᏴᎡᏆΝᏀՏ ͲᎻᎬ ᏢᎬᎡᏢᎬͲᎡᎪͲϴᎡ Ͳϴ ᎫႮՏͲᏆᏟᎬ ᏔᏆᏞᏞ ᏴᎬ ᎡᎬᏔᎪᎡᎠᎬᎠ ᏔᏆͲᎻ ϴΝᎬ ᎻႮΝᎠᎡᎬᎠ ᏀϴᏞᎠ ᏟϴᏆΝՏ, Ͳϴ ᏴᎬ ᏢᎪᏆᎠ ᏆᎷᎷᎬᎠᏆᎪͲᎬᏞᎽ ႮᏢϴΝ ᏟϴᎷᏢᏞᎬͲᏆϴΝ. ᏢᏞᎬᎪՏᎬ ᏆΝϘႮᏆᎡᎬ ᏔᏆͲᎻ ᏆΝᏙᎬՏͲᏆᏀᎪͲϴᎡ ᎷᎪХᏆᎷᏆᏞᏆᎪΝ ᏴᎡᏆᎠᏀᎬᏢϴᎡͲ ᎪͲ ͲᎻᎬ ᏔᎬՏͲ ᎪΝᎠᎬᏞႮՏᏆᎪΝ ᏀႮᎪᎡᎠ ᏢϴՏͲ ҒϴᎡ ҒႮᎡͲᎻᎬᎡ ᎠᎬͲᎪᏆᏞՏ. ҒϴᎡ ͲᎻᎬ ՏᎪᏦᎬ ϴҒ ͲᎻᎬ ՏᎬᏟႮᎡᏆͲᎽ ϴҒ ϴႮᎡ ᏢᎬϴᏢᏞᎬ, ᏢᏞᎬᎪՏᎬ ᏟϴᎷᎬ ҒϴᎡͲᎻ ᎻᎪՏͲᎬ ᎪΝᎠ ᏀϴϴᎠ ᏞႮᏟᏦ Ͳϴ ᎽϴႮ ᎪᏞᏞ Nodding solemnly, Maximilian handed it in to his people, ordering the documents be placed all over the islands. Hopefully, they would find the help they needed to put this mystery to rest.
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    [Alethea] One Bad Day...

    Alethea, the city of progress, the city of hardships. Every day presents a new challenge for the citizens of this reborn city, ranging from the mundane to the life threatening. For the most part, things stayed peaceful, but for today, things would take a turn for the unpleasant. Rock-Mar had difficulties controlling his temper at times, his life was filled with trials and tribulations, sometimes, he felt, even more so than others of his kind had to deal with. He practiced his meditations, listened to the words of his elders and tried his best to apply the lessons he learned to his daily life. Even with all of that, however, his heart was still filled with anger and frustration. It was as if the entire world was against him no matter what he tried to do. Today his anger came from a local bank that had refused him a loan so he could upgrade his farm equipment. He knew it was because of his race, those damned quill lizards didn't care for anyone but themselves, and they were willing to leave him in a dead end situation that he couldn't make any better. Without magitech equipment he wouldn't be able to expand his farm, meaning he couldn't get anymore silver from the paltry harvest he got every year. It was an infuriating situation, made all the worse with the constant reminder of how much wealth other races have when they flaunt it in front of his face. Those who got too close received a harsh brush by, with many cursing at him in various tongues. One smaller human girl got a direct push after ending up in front of him. “Out of my way, human.” He grunted, his green robes an unflattering contrast to his brown fur. Today was not his day, and he wasn't going to take any nonsense from anyone, including petulant little humans. @Song Sprite
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    [Alethea] One Bad Day...

    "Not more tricks." She promised, pulling up her own shirt, revealing the leather bra beneath before tossing it aside with her belt. "All I want is you, so very much so." Lifting her partner up, she placed her onto the counter, spreading her legs before pushing back skirt and looking at her with hunger. "Does this seem like a trick?" (Time skip imminent)
  5. Setting: The island of Corinth, Andelusia City, Near the Beginning of Spring, two days after the death of Amelia Silverheart. Genre: Mystery, Horror Objective: To investigate the strange killing of Amelia Silverheart and discover the culprit of the crime. Danger Level: (Medium) Something had scared the victim so terribly that their heart gave out from fright. If the perpetrator is still in the area, then whoever is looking into the death may themselves be in danger. Reward: A monetary reward of a modest sum as well as political favor of small proportions for anyone who has any information that leads to solving the peculiar case of the death of Amelia Silverheart. Preferred Story Arc: The preferred Story Arc for this particular thread is for the various writers involved to be part of the investigation regarding the death of Amelia Silverheart. During this time, three people of interest are named that may have more information about the death or even responsibility for it. From a descending order there is Elsera Elludoria, elven diplomat from the Terran Empire of Odin Haze, come to Ursa Madeum to establish an embassy within the city. Then there is the medicine woman name Olga Earthblood, a witch who had recently moved from the wilds into the city to sell special herbs and potions to those looking to enhance their lives through magic. Finally there is the old knight Sir Darrell Bodinger, a veteran of the war for Ursa Madeum, who spends his days drinking at the local taverns. Through deductive reasoning and searching for clues, the writers will figure out which of the three people are in fact responsible for the death of Amelia Silverheart. Once that is done, they will be rewarded and sent on their way, all the while the true killer is revealed, and the mystery is truly solved to the audience instead of the characters themselves. What roles am I looking for?: Characters more suited to interaction than combat, preferrably. This is going to be more of a whodunit instead of a fight, so I'm definitely looking for those who chose charisma as their main Stat. Expectations: Good communication, cooperation and civility amongst the writers who are willing to join. It certainly won't be a very slow thread but I also don't want people bugging each other for posts, either. Aiming for at the very least two pages Created Opportunities: With the killer gone, the people of Andelusia can feel safe again, but there are still questions left unanswered. The greatest and most perplexing of all being, how does the gnarled old tree near the palace fit into the mystery itself?
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    There's Something Strange Going on in Andelusia

    All right folks here it is. Left it open ended for you guys to put in your own personal touch in regards to how you join in on this quest of ours. If you have any questions let me know and I'll be happy to answer them.
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    Now it's a Corpse Party (OOC)

    @Gloxie @Rin @Fennis Ursai Since my friend wanted to join in I thought it would be good to have this thread for everyone to talk and to coordinate without having to worry about messages bombarding us.
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    Now it's a Corpse Party (OOC)

    I'm cool with continuing it. I'll get started on the next post soon.
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    Now it's a Corpse Party (OOC)

    Sorry about that. Kinda got away from me. If you want we can continue
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    General chat thread

    Jokes on you it was a complete success. Now to go onwards to beautifying my posts from now on!
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    General chat thread

    ƭεรƭเɳɠ, ƭεรƭเɳɠ
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    [Alethea] One Bad Day...

    When she grabbed onto her shirt, Olandra felt a fire begin to spark within her chest. Through her direction, the two went into said kitchen, where she could feel her vulnerability bare itself so openly and absolutely. She wanted to say she was sorry, but her pride refused it. Instead, she took the younger girl into her arms and dominated Esma's mouth with her own. It was a long embrace, sweetened by the passion shared between their lips, the smell of alcohol shared between them. Whether it was right or wrong didn't matter at that moment, all that did matter was the here and now, Olandra thought, undoing the clasp upon her belt with one hand.
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    [Alethea] One Bad Day...

    As soon as the door opened, she had caught sight of the little gypsy girl as she came in for a drink. Olandra knew many places where she could drink without catching sight of Esma again, and yet she came here anyway, where she knew the teenager would eventually end up. Now she was at the bar, ordering a drink, sliding a coin towards the bar man- "Pretty girl like you shouldn't be buying her own drinks. Allow me." Her ears twitched at that, and part of her felt as if she were actually...angry. Why? There was no reason for her to feel angry that she had found some pathetic little man to be a companion for the night. Olandra thought for a moment though that the girl preferred well...girls, but it wasn't out of the ordinary for someone her age to not know what they wanted. Such thoughts made the elf wonder what she really wanted, though honestly she couldn't answer that honestly herself. She didn't realize how long she had been staring at them, until Esma turned her head in the elf's direction. Those eyes, so hollow and lifeless, they unnerved her deeply. Before she even knew it, she was walking over to them, grabbing the man's hand as it searched the inner regions of her thigh and twisted it painfully. "Get out." She commanded simply. "What the hell is wrong with you?!" He asked. "I don't like your face." Her own expression was enough to send the man running, with Olandra taking his seat. "Bar man, I want a room." "Uh...we don't have rooms, but uh...I got a kitchen that's empty right now." She threw him a satchel of coins, then looked to Esma, unsure of what she was even going to say, but the words came out regardless. "I want to take you in that kitchen, and make you writhe until sun up. Do you want it, or do I have to trick you this time, too?" Her face was flushed, heart beating out of control, all of the walls she had up to protect herself from these situations were crumbling in mere seconds. Whether it was genuine desire for her or some twisted sense of ownership over this lonely wanderer she had manipulated but saved twice so far, she didn't know, and she didn't care. Passion came in like an unstoppable force of nature, and for now had a tight grip on the reins of her actions.
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    There's Oil in these Jungles!

    Progress required sacrifice, and in sacrifice, something of worth is lost. For every action taken, one sacrifices time to perform another action, and so it was that House Uldwar chose to secure their own fortunes in exchange for other possible actions. Whether or not it was a successful investment can only be confirmed in time... Sir Gerald Ultin began organizing the group which would be heading out into the jungle to search for prospective oil fields. Such missions were best left for other folk, but they were short handed, and someone had to try to keep everyone safe on this expedition. With so much at stake, Lord Uldwar felt that only his champion knight could be trusted to make sure the operation when smoothly. If he succeeded, he would achieve honor and glory, but with failure came the promise of disappointment and reprimand. Suffice to say it was important for him to succeed in this task. "Sir!" One of the footsoldiers said, beckoning the knight closer to him. "Our scouts have reported movement in the jungle sir. We think there's something dangerous in there." "It's the jungle, there's always something dangerous in there. Make sure the men are aware and that we are ready for a possible ambush. Surely once they see how large our group is they'll think twice about trying to attack us." Most of the creatures inside the wild were frightened of humans, unwilling to attack a group of two dozen or so. More bold cretins like bandits or goblins would likely be more willing to attack the group. Clouds were gathering, threatening to strike out at the pitiful mortals on the ground with unsettling omens as their heralds. Mystery shrouded just what they would become, if they would become anything at all, but still he felt disheartened to an extent. It was no matter, he thought to himself as he mounted his horse, they would make it through this storm, with the oil they've claimed for House Uldwar. "Where are the newcomers?" He asked, looking for those who had answered the call for aid and arrived to lend their help. Their assistance was vital if they intended on getting this done as quickly as possible, if at all. At the gates of Port Mars, the group was nearly ready to proceed into the unknown. @Aleksei @Maethir
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    [Alethea] One Bad Day...

    There was no denying the truth in her words. She had used her in a terrible, wretched way that was beyond recuse. "There was no other choice. Blood Crow only goes after beautiful maidens, and you just happened to be the only one in the city not repulsed by me." Going over to the corpse, she removed an amulet that was hidden within his feathers around the neck. "Go on then and hate me, it's what I deserve. I won't deny what I did was ugly, but I am an ugly person, so it is only appropriate." Turning back to her, she took out a small pack and threw it to her. "Your clothes, plus your cut of the bounty. Forget about me, Esma, your life will be better that way." Blinking away her own tears, she began to walk back to the inn, wanting to rest and drink away her troubles.
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    [Alethea] One Bad Day...

    The laughter, the crying, it was too much for her. She could not kill her like this, not when she was just...breaking down in front of her. Cursing in her native tongue, she put the dagger back in its sheath, getting up so that Esma could rise again. Olandra was many things, but she didn't feel she could cross this kind of line, to be that kind of killer. "You do not deserve death, not by my hand, at least."
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    [Alethea] One Bad Day...

    "What was that?" She asked, hesitating for a moment as the foreign words tumbled out of her mouth. It was easy to kill those who angered her, there was never any confusion when two people were locked in utter rage. Once the dust had settled, it was even easier to let go, to move forward as the only living person in the exchange. Esma though...was crying, but why? "What did you say?"
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    [Alethea] One Bad Day...

    Her smile soon turned to a hateful frown as she was sent back by the force of the punch. "Ungrateful little tramp!" She responded with a mean back hand to her face, bringing her to the ground. Pouncing on her, Olandra drew her dagger and put it to her throat. "I should have let that minotaur end your miserable little life!" Their faces were just inches apart, and she had half a mind to open up her throat like a pig. "Tell me why I shouldn't do it, tell me!"
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    [Alethea] One Bad Day...

    Their struggle was short lived as the Blood Crow brought out a burlap sack to stuff the gypsy girl into. Just as he had tightened the drawstrings of the sack, there came a shrill cry as the arakkoan was tackled to the ground. A new struggle ensued, this time between elf and bird man, the price of failure being death for either sside. Weapons were brandished, steel kissing steel, with both fighters duking it out for the life of a small Gypsy woman. Finally there was the shrill cry of pain, a body hitting the ground. In those next moments, the bag opened, and in was Olandra's mischievous smile. "Twice in one day, very nice."
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    There's Something Strange Going on in Andelusia

    All righty then with the last profile in I shall get started on the first post for the thread. Let's get ready to get spooky!
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    [Alethea] One Bad Day...

    The crow's song continued, like thunder after lightning. In just a few moments the sound had stopped, the air was thick with tension and a dreadful quiet had fallen over the area. All anyone could hear was the sound of their own breath. Just above Esma came a scurrying sound of feathers and talons, a blur shifted past the gap between the buildings Esma was hiding in. Seconds ticked by at a glacial pace, slowed by the maddening atmosphere of danger. Just in that moment, that pinnacle of supernatural fright, it happened. Squawk! He came from behind, dashing from the shadows in a black cloak, eyes burning red as sharp talons grabbed for her. "Spirits will enjoy feasting on your flesh!" Squawk! An imposing, hunched figure, a disturbing cross of man and bird, covered in obsidian feathers and standing upon two legs. He desired the approval of otherworldly entities, and would gain it from Esma's gruesome death if need be.
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    [Alethea] One Bad Day...

    "You'll get them when we're done. It's my little insurance policy in case you decide to run off. Now let's get going, we don't want to keep Blood Talon waiting." Through her direction, they made it past the upper floor of the inn and back onto the streets. It was dark, without many people wandering the alleys and roads. A chill was going through the air, and before Esma knew it, she was alone, at least no other person could be seen with her. Olandra was carefully out of sight, watching her bait and wondering how long it would take before the arakkoan tried to take it. Blood Talon had built himself a reputation for snatching up girls on the streets after dark, using them for horrible rituals that didn't leave much of them left to be buried. Hopefully the dark elf would get him before he spirited the gypsy girl to her doom. The sound of a crow making its call could be heard, distant at first, but growing by the minute. He was coming, coming for the girl.
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    [Alethea] One Bad Day...

    Inspecting the teenager closely, Olandra felt she was perfect for what she needed. "Whatever for? I'm going to need my clothes if I'm going to catch my bounty. You on the other hand though." In a split second she brandished her weapon, the tip of the blade pointed directly at her. "You don't need much clothing to be effective bait. Now get up and go to the window. Open it up and put on the cloak beside you, we're going on a walk."
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    [Alethea] One Bad Day...

    They entered the inn, a small place that Olandra used in between jobs, and began to go to the door which lead to her room. "Right this way, little one." After going into the room, she locked the door behind them then looked to her with hunger and desire. "So here we are then. You, me, one little bed, my my...whatever shall we do with ourselves?" Walking over to her, she looked down to her, finger tips trailing up and down the sides of her clothing. "I can show you so much, little girl, I can expand your world." She smiled, pushing her onto the bed. "Of course there's the problem of all these silly clothes stopping us."
  25. Yes they became werewolves after recovering an ancient item from a former knight of the order of the Dogs of War, which was a sword that caused the wielder to become a werewolf.
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