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  1. Sorry, I was mostly limiting my reactions since you're a lot more familiar with the setting than I am atm. I'll try to press more forward as we go, but yeah if you wanted to send me some extra dialogue that could help
  2. Tharun took the little pot of curry gratefully, winding the noodles around a little wooden fork as they hustled through the town towards the docks. He took a moment to try and recall what, if anything he'd been taught about Bi'le'ah. It wasn't often something from outside the Arcology mattered much to the lower reaches of Absalom, but he was sure he'd been taught something about it. Something about magic going wild there? Ah! Yes, that was it! "It was the site of a battle, right? One that ended with the city being lost to chaotic magic. I remember hearing about the evacuation and recovery efforts a while ago." He paused to take another bite of his curry. "So that's where we're going? Just the two of us or are we meeting more along the way?
  3. Tharun took the man's hand with an awkward moment where he had been expecting it to be a handshake. Having to trot to keep up as the man took the lead towards the docks, Tharun fell in behind him. “Yeah- I mean, no, I don't know. I've never actually been on a boat before, but I don't usually get motion sickness.” Inwardly he winced a little; he sounded like some first-term student fumbling over his words to his own ears and half expected the elder man to scoff at him for it. It could hardly be his fault he'd grown up somewhere that didn't even have a view of the sea, let alone any actual boats or ships. “I'm Tharun, by the way... didn't catch your name?”
  4. I knew there was something I'd forgotten to do. Edited
  5. Simply a place to collect Character and/or relevant lore links that might come up during the 'Rookie Mistakes' thread being played by Sentaris and supernal Main Topic: Rookie Mistakes Characters: Tharun Plot/Lore: TBC
  6. (OOC Thread) Chesterfield, a town that until a few short weeks ago Tharun hadn't even heard of dispite being practically neighbors with his homeland. A city with a sky that wasn't just made of more city. A city of possibilities. In the time since he'd literally stumbled into the wider world Tharun had been at a loss at what to do now; as much as the wonders of that not-quite-a-place had been amazing to him, it hadn't felt right. He needed to get back to Valucre, back to helping people. Of course, to do really do that he'd need money. Elder Company, that name had been passed to him by the Tavernkeeper. Mercenaries, yes, but more focused on salvage than war. He could work with that. Probably. Chesterfield was just a portal away, so if he found himself in another bad situation he could probably just duck back out. With his few possessions gathered and confidence fortified with one last drink, Tharun journeyed to Chesterfield and sought out the Guildhouse. He wasn't sure if the recruiter's look at him were skeptical or amused. “Hi I'm here to-” He paused for a second, tripping on his own words “I was told your guild is looking to hire on for some kind of salvage run?”
  7. Warrant of Lawful Detainment/Execution: Office Issue: ABSALOM#415 Subject Details{ Name: Foundson, Tharun Age: 24 Standard Species/Subspecies: Human (Genealogy confirmation) Contract holder/Place of Residence: GolTEK/Golem Manufacturing Complex #3 Known NoK: None (Foundling) Previous known addresses: 'Lady Mara-Childrens' home', External hab zone 43-77 (Slums) } Physical descriptors { Height: 6'2”/1m88cm Weight: 82Kg Build: Strong Hair: 'Ginger'/short Eye colour: Blue Additional: Prominent birthmark on left side of nose, resembling oil/grease smear. Class/Subclass: 'Mender'/Brawler } [[Known Magical/Technical skills: Innate restorative and protective Magical skills, demonstrated understanding of Security combat equipment function and use. Registered medical alchemist (License revoked following warrant). Reason for Warrant: Dereliction of Contract (Multiple), Theft of Company Property (Multiple), Assault, Murder, Attempted Murder, Incitement to riot, Conspiracy to harm, Vandalism, Industrial Sabotage, Membership of anti-government anarchist cell. Subject escaped custody following Security forces action against elements hostile to the Peace of the City. Subject absconded with anti-riot equipment and unknown amount of potentially harmful magitechnology. To be treated as armed and extremely dangerous. ]] {{End File}} This wasn't how it was supposed to have gone down, not by a long shot. A few noisemakers to get the attention of the Uppers in their spires, some crashers to make them take notice of the little guys they normally treated as part of the machinery. They'd bring their requests (Nothing as grand as 'demands') and get some halfway decent treatment at last... after all, the Uppers needed them in their factories and workshops to keep the products moving on down the line. Right? Tharun had been a late-comer to the plans, and only ever on the outskirts of the meetings even then. As a licensed Med-Alchemist he could move more freely than the rest of the floor workers and in so doing see the horrors the machinery of the great Arcology inflicted on its labor force. He hadn't yet built up the emotional callouses the older Medics had, which was probably why he'd been so easily roped into 'The Core' as they called themselves. Just running messages at first, helping people organize, but later more directly with distributing flyers and tending to the injuries the Core protesters picked up from their dangerous dance with the patience of the Uppers. It changed, though, rapidly, dramatically, when 'They' arrived. They were charismatic, energetic speakers who started showing up at ralleys and meetings. They pulled at peoples heartstrings and riled the Core up into mobs. When pressed, They claimed to be from other sectors of the Arcology who'd managed to win rights and protections for the workers there with their messages, and so convincing were They, that few, even Tharun, questioned Them twice. It seemed the natural order of things when They started bringing in boxes of weapons and armour, older models but still servicable, and started having the Core train with them. Tharun had always been strong and agile, and combined with his magic and medical training he was relied on more and more by this more militant Core. Where others picked out hand-blasters and Firecore staves, however, Tharun practiced with Barrier bracers, the kind riot troops used to shield themselves and their comrades. They scoffed at his seeming pacifism, but it was his decision to make. Finally, They said the Core was ready to move to the next stage. The Core had come together for a mass protest, on Their guidance the Core would seize control of the local factory spire and demand sweeping change, at the end of a weapon if need be. Cells were organized and dispatched, the City authroities had no idea what was about to happen... so They said, at least. Looking back even to just a few days ago, it looked so obvious a trap. Heindsight's a bitch. At the allotted hour, Core mobilized. And City Security was waiting for them. Each cell, cut off and mercilessly cut down when they fought back. Of course they'd fought back, just as They had trained them. They themselves had vanished, slinking back to Their masters above. It had been a disaster. A well publicized and broadcast one, it seemed. Every one of the city's news feeds was covering the 'riot' of Spire 3, the ringleaders names and faces splashed in red warning logos proclaiming them enemies of the City, anarchists. Murderers. Tharan's name and face among them. He wasn't sure who had drawn first blood, the City or Core, but it quickly turned into a bloodbath with neither side backing down. But Core were outplayed and outmatched, hunted into their boltholes and safehouses and brought to 'justice'. He wasn't proud that he'd fled the fight but it had kept him alive so far, where other Medic-Alchemists and healers, wearing the badge of their calling for all to see had been cut down even as they tried to tend to the wounded. The city was making a statement, it seemed. For hours he'd been dodging security packs and other Core groups caught in running battles, though they seemed to be fewer now. In the industrial guts of the Arcology that had been his home for all his adult life he felt lost even in the places he recognized. How the hell was he going to get out of this mess? The furthest he'd been was the edge of the slums, he didn't even know the name of any towns or cities outside of Absalom, let alone where to start. But he couldn't stay here, not anymore. He froze at a noise from nearby. A scuffle and shout, followed quickly by a wet -thud-. He waited and listened, not daring to breathe in case whoever the victor of that short fight had reason to come to him. He shouldn't get involved, it would only end badly for everyone at this point. The Core was over, surely if they ever saw one another it would only spell their mutual doom. A wet, hacking cough from the fight. Someone at least was still alive in there, though not for long by the sound of it. He should go... for once in his life, he should put himself first and leave... The noise from the next room became a heaving, weighty sob. The sound of someone who thinks they're at the end. Damn his bleeding heart. Tharun edged cautiously around the corner to the source of the noise. Two figures lay at a small, otherwise unimportant junction between maintanance hallways, the signs of their fight and the blood they'd spilled from each other painting a grisly tale. Unmoving on the ground a man who could have been anyone, perhaps another from Core, perhaps just an unlucky worker. Given the fight they'd put up, he doubted the later. The other in the room was dressed in the bloody ruin of a City Security uniform, a man probably the same age as Tharun himself if not younger. He clutched at a gut wound futilely, a deathblow from his already fallen foe. What was he doing down here alone? Were there others nearby? Self preservation and the still-fresh image of Security forces raining fire on his friends and allies in Core told Tharun to leave. Leave and not look back. He stepped into the room. Already gathering his magic to hand, he knelt beside the wounded man. “It's alright, I'm a medic. I'm here to help.” -=- Minutes passed, or maybe hours. Tharun's gut ached like he had been the one to take the wounds of the man, and the edges of his mind fogged from the exertion, but the man would live. He probably wouldn't even remember what had happened, given how close to death he'd come, but he had been stable at least. Tharun's situation remained unchanged, though, and worse now it was hard for him to think ahead, to plan how he was going to get out of the city. Even his mind was starting to play tricks on him. He should still be within the confines of the Spire, and yet he was sure that wall over there looked like... a tree? He looked up. When had he gotten outside? There shouldn't be this many trees in the wastes, and he didn't even remember passing through the slums. Ahead a group of squat, out-of-place homes. Little more than shacks really and yet, something felt so very wrong about them. Pulled as though by some invisible cord he stumbled on. One building out of the group drew him in. Was that... music? And people laughing? He pushed open the door and stumbled through, nearly falling. A firm pair of hands caught him and hauled him to his feet. From somewhere nearby a warm, jovial voice called out over the din of people. Why were there so many people? HOW were there so many? “Ah! Another weary traveler come calling in the dead of night! Come, come!” Tharun's vision swam. The hands holding him up guided him to a place by a fire and another figure swept over, inspecting him. “My my, quite the sorry mess you are." The voice continued "Well, not to worry, we've got plenty to set you right, young man.” “W-where..?” Tharun managed to stammer, his eyes finally managing to focus o the wonderous, impossible sight around him. “Ah lad, you've stumbled into the finest establishment this side of anywhere!” “Welcome to the Tavern of Legends!”
  8. Adventurepunk. I like that 😄 It actually sounds like the kind of setting I was hoping for with my first forray into Valucre, and I'd like to take you up on that offer
  9. Hello! Good evening/morning/your time of preference My name is Sen, I'm a former games-design student who used to be quite active on forum based RP many, many years ago, and continue to be active in certain MMO based RP communities. I've been itching to dip back into forum based, more in-depth RP communities for a while now, and been lurking on here for a little bit looking around after the link crept to the top of my googling. I used to write quite prolifically and love settings like this one that straddle the line between classical fantasy and techno-fantasy. Unfortunatly I've badly out of practice due to a list of reasons but would very much like to see if I can find a place here with this community. See you soon?
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