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    Where the sea touches the sands and life is alright with me. A gentle breeze and a hammock, let the sun shine down on me.
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    Sleep is really good you know? Then there's cooking food along with more sleep you feel me?
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  1. The Great Beyond.. Because the world is bigger than we think.
  2. Main Location: Lands of Genesaris This might take a bit, I am making a sheet up for myself to fully utilize everything I can. Do be patient.~ The world as we know it will change.. Will you be ready?! — identification: Russo Yaritiz Snow • pronunciation: Ruu- Soo — epithet: Harbinger — lineage: Hume. • species: Human. — Father: Mason | Hume — Mother: Althea | Hume — Acquaintances: — birth: Summer Seasons — born: (location: refer to map) — age: 22 — zodiac: The Stars do not define me. • horoscope: Creative, Spontaneous, Lethal, Shapeless, Moving — height: 6' 5" — weight: 250 lbs • build: Lean, Husky, Toned, Athletic — hair: Black and cut short. — eye color: Black — blood type: AB+ • body art: None. — vocation: Warmonger Goal: Obtain all within thy path. — vocation: Mercenary Goal: Paid to get the job done hell or high water. — vocation: Militant Goal: To serve in the Ranks, Fight along side allies,
  3. Good idea
  4. Uh! I am willing to try my hand at being in all categories. I find myself with ample time to write. So I wouldn't mind throwing that weight into progressing stories for people. This would be my first time ever doing so. I also have this somewhat tedious habit of making characters on a whim because a concept has come to mind. I would like to offer up some of my characters inside of my cast box for NPC's of free use. Yeah uh! Lemme know.
  5. I am a bit lost. I am unsure where else to indulge. @Jesus Negro When you are back in a more stable place i look forward to continuing with more lore on Tellus Mater. 

    @Grizzly @Garion @paradigm @Alexei

    If you guys need someone to write with please let me know!! I haven't been in touch with you guys lately and I would like to get some work done with you. Please tell me when.

    @Ataraxy Good luck on your mid terms bromigo! Cheering for you mate, as I myself and indulging in Psychology at this late hour!

    Anywho!! Be safe everyone stay up and remember 1 year = 365 new opportunities Seize the Day!

    1. Grizzly


      Im always ready for some new threads~

    2. Chappu


      Yesss!! Let us banter!! @Grizzly

  6. [ Previous Article. ] "Why hello there my friends! It has been some time since we last sought out an adventure!! This time I am bringing you something of interests! For our chess friends and battle fanatics I bring to you a Game of War!!" The topic this time is based out of Genesaris! Within the various Kingdoms we have our two allied forces Skyforce and Nersheder! When I say a game, I do not mean something of fun factors, for our military personnel you understand what a War Game is. This is brutal training in a cooperative situation; it is akin to team building except that much more intense! Oh! My blood boils just thinking about such a topic and set of actions! But let me not speak to much! I bring to you; "War Games." War is not something to be taken lightly, and in response to such a fact the world relies upon its military to be ready at all costs. Thus in order to see things done, one much training rigorously in order to maintain balance and discipline. For Admiral Cornelia T. Adridge such a lifestyle comes as easy as breathing, but change and adaption is one thing that disrupts order. Upon the 'request' of the Skyforce counselor Elizabeth Thyria the Admiral was brought in for a training session with the Representative of Nersheder's military front. With their troops and conditions laid out in the meeting the skirmish begins! Lighting quick movements are made by Skyforce and their elite air ships and ground troops. Meanwhile the Nersheder stand on a more specialized formation of military, finding strength in working to the advantages of a not so cookie cutter outfit. Courageous and effective none the less! How will things turn out between the Skyforce and Nersheder's military front?! Who will win this show down and whose tactics will out play the other?! Stay tuned. "For now my friends, this concludes our time together.. Until next time, take care of yourself." Annalist, Eodoxous Banafield. [ For viewers pleasure! Please be sure to become more involved with every land and enjoy the read! Enjoy. ]
  7. Update. Can we all appreciate this dope banner @Csl made for the Daily Weekly threads?! This is fresh!! More Updates coming soon sorry schools been extremely busy.
  8. I was looking back through my first ever post on Val and you asked me to join Genesaris. XD I never did and I am sorry I am ready pull me in lets go on adventures. 

  9. Know your place you Cur. An Offering. Flames marinated with mangled bodies and dying screams as the young boy ran through the streets. 'Too slow! I'm too slow!!' His mind raced as his feet slipped through the blood and mud mixture beneath his feet. Fear gripped his very chest as another scream came from further ahead. Was his route of escape cut off?! How?! Who were these creatures!? These nightmares of darkness and phantasms of pure evil!!? The soft touch of a cold hand around the back of his neck brought child to the realization he was no longer safe. Urick could still remember how it felt to be picked up in the icy grip of Lord Areder and hurled into the throng of his minions. There, Urick had been feasted on and broken into submission in more ways than one. Turning over within the vast empty bed, black sheets covered his half nude figure from sight. Yet that did not mean he was safe in the least. Unlike the rest of the people, Urick had become a Blood Doll having proved himself rather useful in more ways that one of course. Lord Areder did not appreciate wasting talent therefore he made use of it after breaking them into slavery. Fear of his blood thirsty superior was ever present even during training. His neck throbbed roughly as if bitten. No.. It was not as if, he was being bitten by another being of the house hold. The icy cold grip around his wrist forcing him down into the sheets in submission. He made no noise even as the figure suckled from the nape of his neck. "Today is your lucky day Urick.. You will be a gift to the sister of Lord Areder as a gift. Rejoice youngin you will no longer deal with my kindness, but her kindness from this moment till the day your pass on." The voice was cruel and twisted as the figure soon released Urick's wrist allowing him to regain himself. The world was spinning he was light headed but that soon passed within a few breaths. Such was the pattern of his life. Rising from the black sheets the small trickle of blood could be felt upon his ebony skin. 'I will.. Find a way..' His mind slowly throbbed as a strong sense of dehydration struct his temples. Shifting slowly he rose up to his full height of 6'4" and stretched carefully. Muscles rippled in a healthy fashion as a single scar marked his chest. The scar upon closer inspection was a torture mark from his child like years. A single claw like tool had been stuck into his chest. Interlocking with his sternum and main rib section, this tool was designed to bring about a painful death if needed. No matter how many times he had tried to undo the device it had become infused with his bones. Taking another breath, it used to hurt to breath with this tool in his chest but now it didn't. Rotating his left shoulder lightly, Urick went to bathe washing his skin with oils and soaps to properly prepare and present himself. Usually Urick wore what ever he wanted but as of today that was no longer his choice for the time being. What Lady isabella wanted him to wear he would wear. The hot water baptized his skin with bliss, this was another privilege he truly appreciated, the ability to have hot water. Of course there were times where he was tortured with scolding hot water. His skin bore the signs with large tinted marks upon already black flesh. The scent was something he did not know how to describe. All he knew is that it would be appealing to the Lady Isabella as picked out by Lord Areder himself. Once he was clean the young man stepped out of the bathing closet and into his bedroom once more. Eyeing the closet he slowly turned to examine his room. Upon one corner sat a mirror on the other corner sat his scimitar and shield. Finally the last two sections was the bathroom and shower and the other was where his bed was. Beside his mirror was a small desk with a chair and lamp, upon the chair was a neat set of clothes for him to wear. Was that a clean white shirt? The Lady must have meant more to Lord Areder than just family, black was a cresting symbol for most events but white was a rarity. There were only a handful of moments that Urick could count that he was allowed to wear white. One of these moments was the subjugation of a renegade troupe he single handedly put to death with ease. Flash backs of his sword work made the hairs on his arms stand up straight. Fighting was something he truly enjoyed and yet at a time like this, he could only tremble in fear. This was his first encounter with a Lady Vampyre of high caliber. Reaching out his soft yet firm hands clutched the material and donned himself in its embrace. Long black pants that were lose but suitable for his muscled appearance. Black boots that easily tucked in the bottoms of his pants to be presentable. Upon the top section he wore a long sleeve white shirt made of sick, with a black vest trimmed in gold. Upon his hip was a brown belt with a holder for his scimitar on the right hand side. The shield on the other hand would be left in his room, adjusting the cuffs to his sleeves the lad smirked in the mirror. His neck had stopped bleeding and this pleased him deeply. Breakfast was something to behold!! Blood dolls were fed far better than the rest of the population. Dinning upon sweet juices and meat the male filled himself swiftly before cleaning his face and rushing to find his Lord. Upon arrival at the library the door was firmly locked into place. A single sign hung on the door reading do not disturb with a blooded hand print. 'Someone got into trouble... It seems as though I must greet the Lady Isabella myself.. I ought to do that swiftly.. I will be a painful night if I do not..' The sheer thoughts of what might happen put a pep in his step towards the front of the mansion. Quickly stepping past other maid servants, Urick slowed his breathing and heart rate. A trick he had become very accustomed to in the present of any Noble. To maintain a calmness of self was the way to keep out of suspicion. Clearing his throat slowly the large man made sure his low cut hair was in place before stepping outside to counter greet the Lady. "Greetings Lady Isabella.. I am Urick and I have been sent on behalf of my Lord Areder.. He is unfortunately busy at this time but will come to you by lunch time today. I am here to present myself as a gift form my Lord." Taking a low bow the man did not look up until told to. He was still and calm well trained what was expected of him. Urick refused to disappoint.
  10. Hoping all is well Boss Man! Sending good vibes your way! Safety and a safe return.

  11. I'm so sad, I just realized one my favorite artists was the same age as me and she was killed by a fan. I'm so torn on this it baffles me how quick life changes.. Christina Grimmie Rest in Peace March 12th 1994 to June 10th 2016.

  12. I will be the male blood doll
  13. 'Victory is upon us.. We declare War upon you!' Time and Tides Maximus held Titus's gaze for a second before replicating the action back to the man. He did not much care for ritual and regulation in anyway sense or form. He was a free man like Marik, such respects to the rest differed from person to person. "Unfortunately my visit is short.. I am merely checking in upon thy Campaign.." His voice rumbled into the floor before he approached with surprising speed. Even through he was walking his steps carried him far and fast as Sussano woke up and flowed in suit. Now standing and rib height to Dragoon it was unsure of who tamed who. They followed none the less, in silence Max listened to Titus's words about Jenn and her allies plan to reduce blood shed. To him the idea was sound for those who could make this process work. Yet in these odd's even with the said old magics and old gods he doubted its durability to challenge. There still were unspoken counter measures that people had not bothered to mention. Never the less Maximus kept to himself about such things, it would not due to tell them of certain relics and how they work. Upon entering the torture chamber Maximus moved himself off to the side as he watched the man work. A vial was brought forth, the truth serum.. Such a terrifying little chemical compound. It would be only a matter of time before the Tyrant King was found and killed. Mean While.. Mars and his troops soon marched into the empty barracks as they swiftly set up shop. The grounds and soil had been razed with magic to clean out the blood stench of vanished bodies. "It is at this point my troops.. We will reduce all casualties.. No death unless it can not be helped.." Narrowing his eyes lightly, Mars slowly drew out a long curved blade of wiccan fashion. Cutting his palm slowly the droplets struck the ground forming a small puddle. "Rise Seizo.. Report to the King.." With eyes closed Mars turned and walked away back to a chair he had set up outside. The rest of the troops searched over empty clothing and other items in the outposts. This place seemed fairly stocked with the basics of supplies along with lots of spell books he had never seen. Now was the time to learn some new tricks no? It did not take long for the Imp Seizo to take formation after the order was given. From the blood came a small flaming hand the size of a babies hand. Following through shot forth a flaming body of an winged imp. The creature bounced to and fro within the air before glancing at Mar's face. Imp's were creatures that were extremely hard to control, but this one seemed to know its place very well. Upon glancing in Mar's direction the simple quirk of the mans eye brow sent the imp rushing away. Vanishing into a poof of flames Seizo traveled like no other. There was no flare to be sent up no no.. As soon as Titus's had gotten his answer the imps flame teleportation took him right into the torture room. Flying over Jen's head the creature did a few circles before floating in front of Titus and the prisoner. "Mar's has successfully taken the outpost." Floating upside down the imp was sure to give the proper arm salute before looking over at Som. "Mar's says he will see you all at the city when given the orders.. Later." Within a split second the imp was gone vanished from sight back to the outpost with Mars and the rest of the troops.