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  1. It had been approximately a week since their arrival to the largest continent this world had to offer, Genesaris. This was the perfect breeding ground for his life goal. In the heart of the land mass itself, the aspiring Emperor would plant the seed of his will. Once properly incubated, he hoped that it would not only flourish and provide them with a home. Yet eventually he hoped to acquire the continent, and beyond it's reach the world. One day, the entire Material Plane would rest at his mercy, bowing to his will. And when nothing was left, Koji would bask in the aftermath with his Empress. He would live in eternity with her in his arms, satisfied at their success of restoring chaos to the realms. For now though, it would all begin with focus on the task at hand. The insertion of the seed into the incubator. By now his motley crew had succeeded in securing a perimeter a fit for their Capitol's city limits. Their current population was not an impressive one in comparison to great nations already established, but for a starting point their turn out was great. Donovan has been busy since the wedding at Blaurg mountain, spreading the word of their arrival across the lands. Surely he had received word of their location in Genesaris. By now, it was likely even known to the neighbors nearest them of their arrival. Not to mention the witnesses in the north that watched them enter the continent and travel the water channels straight to the heart. The presence of Humans, Demons (Spirits), and Undead alike came together to account for what would be an amassed presence of a few hundred easy. Patrols were set up around the area to ensure that construction could begin and proceed as anticipated, without any outside interference to disturb them. The Undead having virtually limitless stamina, albeit coupled with a certain lack of strength, were best suited in squads capable of moving goods to and fro as needed. They were the ideal general laborers, led by minimal stronger, more sentient Undead such as Vampires kept these squads together and productive in addition to their received prime directive from Koji himself. What a wonderful gift it was to be a Shadow Dragon, equipped with a tongue by birthright that was capable of compelling the Undead to his whim with speech alone, much like how they could do humans. The human's sense of engineering coupled with the strength and stamina of demon and yokai, they would orchestrate coordination of supplies dispersal and actually be the ones to physically lay the ground work, the foundations for their Capital. Koji would reserve the right for his respective wives, Empress and Concubine alike, to remain within their tent's leisure. Though they were welcome to provide assistance with building if they so pleased. As far as Koji was concerned, without him, none of this was possible. All of this was his work, alas he need not do the petty tasks such as construction directly. His commands being issued would be the majority of his direct work in this part of the building process. "shafaer nomeno nakit wharacic wer dian di vi z'ar fossk...the dian di sia legacy! " Though most that heard him would fail to comprehend his native tongue, that last word held enough emphasis to get the point across. His joy was boundless as he saw so many bodies fast at work, and all for him. The best part was that these people had flocked to him of their own free will, meaning that they would be some of the most loyal subjects he could hope to have as time went on. Life in his nation could be called hard, strict, or even extreme by some. However, it couldn't be as bad as others thought if he had people coming from every direction to be a part of. Weak minded mortals loved the fallacy order presented. Though Koji believed it was high time that a Messiah such as himself had appeared to the Material Plane. Someone that would be so direct in their aim that it was their name, Datsuzoku. By showing those they effected with the darkness, they too would show them not to fear that darkness. How to embrace it. He would expose order for it's fraud, as the main proprietor of the grey evils of man. Though the man was obviously corrupt and evil in alignment, his faux lawful nature would be his saving grace as he pulled off the greatest swindling that at least this world would ever see.
  2. "The virus outbreak took a great toll on the world, sending it into a state of panic. Everyone running through the cities trying to find the closest way out of town, but no one could leave. We were all infected "they " said. We needed to stay for medical attention, guess what...nothing ever happened to us. Days going by, people turning into brainless murderers. My life was never going to be normal again, I still remember the day when my eye got infected. The oozing of puss coming from it, the terrible burning sensation it caused, I tried to ask "them" for help. All they gave me was some ointment to make my eye rott away. Someone, please help me.....I need it so badly." my hand started to cramp up after writing down in my small notebook I kept since everything happened. "Shit...." my voice was so dead I almost sounded like someone knowing they were going to die in two hours or less. The cramping got worse as I tried to move my hand to get some blood flowing back through my veins, my brother was out in the city searching for supplies for the two of us. The government already bailed out on us and the city so there was really no point in them trying to supply the remaining survivors. "I'm back!" a tall brunette walked into through the opening in the wall since the door was completely gone. "O-Oh Hey Devin..." I responded quietly. Devin smiled at me the same old grin he had since we were kids playing in our backyard on the swingset dad had set up. "Bea you alright?" he mumbled with a concerned look in his eyes setting down a small medical kit, some cans of food, and two heavy duty rolls of duck tape. Devin...the poor guy thought duck tape could fix everything if it could I would probably have my eye and be in London sipping tea with the Queen of England. I looked up slightly from the notebook and nodded quickly flashing a quick smile trying to make everything seem alright. "Yes I'm fine...just call me Beatrice okay?" I mumbled annoyed of his stupid nickname. Devin bit his lip slightly before sighing and stopping hearing the chitter chatter heading towards us. My eyes widened hearing it as well, it had been forever since anything like this happened. He covered his mouth with his finger pulling out his pistol and loading it getting ready to shoot if anything happened to us. My heart rate picked up as I lowered my hand on my dagger preparing to launch, "shhh" Devin got low preparing to shoot. (Hey guys! hopefully you guys think this is alright..sorry if its cringy I'm new to the site! )
  3. Wisegem School of Magical Arts

    "Hello there! my name is Trevor Wisegem! Welcome to my school for the young, old, large, and small! Here you can learn how to channel your inner magic into something amazing! Not only will you learn to use magic, you'll also learn to fight! Because even mages should know how to fight without magic. Now, since I don't exactly have a whole lot of funds for this school, I can only accept about five students at the moment. But never the less! You will enjoy your time here. I was taught once by a great mage, who had a very large school, and I want to carry on his tradition. So! What do you say? Come on in! I mean come on, who doesn't want to summon a freaking fireball, or move objects with their mind?" He gestured to the building behind him, which looked to be liked a dojo, but more suitable for magic explosions and such. The building had plenty of beautiful plants and scenery around, which made anyone who looked at it feel calm.
  4. Sweat and Blood Roman had heard rumors about the training grounds which were finally displayed in front of him after a long travel. If Roman was to face the odds of fate itself, he would have to learn to handle his own. It was nice to rely on others but he knew for sure that there would be times where he would need to stand his own grounds. He approached the place with a long and thin dagger as his only weapon. He held no specific attachment to said weapon as it was more of a ritualistic tool for him but figured that it was better to enter such a place with at least something. He was told that there were few places better than here to learn the basic of fighting. He knew that there was no way that anyone here could help him with his special abilities, but martial prowess on its own had a massive appeal. Looking around to all the buildings, he had no idea where to start. He roamed around, noticing just how well thought out everything was. It was clearly a place made for learning and efficiency, not fancy displays or to impress. The very place itself was speaking strongly of the values that were apparently taught here. He nodded to himself. Even before meeting a single person, the atmosphere of the place told him her made the right decision.
  5. Tavern of Legend: Season 2

    Read Before Posting Tavern of Legend OOC Thread When you're ready to leave the TOL and explore Valucre, check out these transition suggestions The Tavern of Legend is a jumping off point for new members, a sort of sandbox where new members can play with other new members while getting used to the site. This is especially useful for those new to online role-playing in general. Only those registered on the site for 90 days or less, or Mentors, can post in the ToL. This 90 day limit is designed to provide a time for new members to get acclimated while also giving them a gentle nudge towards role-playing in the rest of the forum. We strongly encourage participating in Tavern quests and activities as a starting point, but this isn't required and a member can leave the ToL at any time. The getting started guide can assist you as you go forward. The water cooler is a good place to check out when you're ready. You don't have to read the whole thread. Given the amount of new members that get funneled into the ToL on a regular basis, members aren't expected to read dozens or hundreds of pages. You read this post to get an understanding of the tavern, the last few posts to get a handle on what other members are doing, then you're free to introduce your character in whatever fashion you deem fit. The Tavern of Legend is an RP forum that is quasi-canon; nothing here is canonized as 'world of Valucre' lore, but its internal canon is consistent. Note that the tavern also "heals itself", so that things like holes in the wall and accidental fires won't affect the overall aesthetic. What you do in the ToL can be referenced later on in other RP threads within the world of Valucre. Any quests you complete for the Tavern that take place in canon lands can be canonized as well. At this time, the “staffing” has not been as hands on as it was previously (we got busy =/) but in time, we hope to make this a more regular part of the experience. While you are here, you can take on RP quests with less rigorous requirements than that typically found through the canon boards, get some help with learning T1, work on increasing the length of your posts (we have a 120 word minimum in canon boards) and get into the swing of how we do things on Valucre. This is also a place to meet up with other new people who might feel shy and want someone to make friends with early on. This board will be watched regularly, to ensure that people are in fact leaving posts that have content - we do not ask for much (just 20 words!), but we want worded posts (no emoticons) and no OOC stuff. That goes in the OOC section. Posts that fail to meet this requirement will be removed. Repeated infractions will lead to losing access to the thread itself. The Tavern They say the road to the tavern was once a nondescript journey, traveling through nothingness until you happened upon a quiet little hamlet out in the middle of nowhere. Farmers would wave, children following a short distance behind, curious as to your origins and intent. Only, things have changed now. You travel through lands scarred by fires and death, through an atmosphere of despair laden with only the slightest traces of hope. Burned down buildings are as common a sight as are the rats and vultures still searching for morsels. At this time, people still bury their dead- and there is many, while others hurry to get back within the cover of what remains of their home. Eventually, your journey leads you down a dimly lit path, finding that night has come upon you faster than you first expected. You come to a location said to be the corner of all existence, the point between the world of Valucre and all other possibilities. There sits a quaint structure, small and unassuming. It is only one story, hardly more than a shack, and certainly nothing like what was promised by those claiming to have once stayed within its walls. The paint is peeling, the sign is careworn and faded. Perhaps you feel cheated, having come all this way just to find some hole in the wall that gives only a welcome home to drunks too far into their cups to notice the difference. Still, there is an inviting smell coming from inside, a welcome change from the smell of death you left behind. Perhaps you should enter then, and stay for a drink or two. Even if this tavern is not what was promised, a drink and a hot meal would do you some good. But alas, the Tavern is all that is promised, and more. It reaches high, higher than you could have even imagined, the ceiling reaching hundreds of feet above. Layers upon layers of rafters fill in the gaps, where some patrons sit, served by a young man who traverses them with ease. Down below, the sprawling layout reveals a tavern with more than a dozen corners (each with its own table), despite the improbability. At the center of establishment is a large stage, where bands of bards play and leave- their lineup and styles as random as anything could be. Along what could be called the back, a long bar stretches out, ending at a doorway leading to the kitchens. Also in the back are stairs leading up to an upstairs that cannot be seen from here, and a door that leads down to the storage basement. Staff The staff is varied. Some are transient, coming and going within a few days, and others are permanent fixtures of the tavern's setting. Some are from the world of Valucre, and others are wanderers from further off. The only constants in this ever-shifting tapestry are the core staff members who manage the tavern itself, each serving their own special function. Attractions Recurring Wait Staff Young Attractive Barmaid: Early 20’s, Green eyes and chestnut hair, with a noticeably large bust. Her name is Gwen. Young exhausted Barmaid: Just out of her teens, always looks worn out and haggard. Smaller frame on top, but generous hips below. Her name is Beatrice. Young scrawny barmaid: New on the job, looks nervous and eager to please. Often speaks in a rehearsed manner, quite rapidly. Tiny, but looks healthy otherwise. Average looking. Her name is Clair. Young man with dark skin and bare feet: The Rafters server, as nimble and acrobatic as an ape in the jungles, he was hired for his abilities to assist those patrons with difficult logistical seating placements. His name is Tova. Man in his mid-twenties, blond, frequently scruffy. Rather friendly, a bit boisterous at times. He gets along well with anyone, and is known for flirting with the prettier customers who don’t come in with obvious attachment. His name is Fjorn (pronounced Fee-orn). One vacancy. Polite, middle aged man: Dark hair, normal build, a hint of silver at the temples. Polite and efficient. Named Clarence. (Died during last event) Young woman, late teens or early twenties. Caramel colored skin, dark hair, light violet eyes. Silky voice, foreign accent. Died during last event.
  6. The date was 1690AY, 7 August. The place was Athentha itself, the largest island out of the five. The day was Tuesday and the time 12:00P.M. It was the first day of the war. However it seemed the day of the this was was coming. That the past would not be saved nor help the present affairs of the people of the island. Such plans made by the princess had people wondering what would happen to their lives, the land and her as well. Though for the years were not kind to the people. Many were slaughtered, turned into demons robbed of their free will and even became monsters like her. And the land was worried who would win in the end. Heroes had come and tried to fight the beast. But everyone had fallen to her spells and traps. It was something about her that made them betray their beliefs. And no one could ever figure that part out. What was it that drew many to the half breed in the first place? That was something the people of the land wanted to know, especially with the elders wanting her dead. And that didn't go well either. For the elders of Allia and Talia were dead. Murdered by the beast of legend. Now the three remaining elders that had been leading the people like blind sheep and feeding them lines if such falsification, had gained fat from the power they ate. Corruption the minds of the masses to believe she was the enemy. That she was the problem of the land. Without her around, the land would see false peace and change. If they ever got that far. Now the knights gathered together. Zodiac, Pluto, Neptune, Dragoon, the Yellow Leaf Brigade and Calypso came together to fight the girl. Their meeting place would be in Varuna for that was the safest place they could strageistize and find a way to get rid of her once and for all. However without the shaman Kogal, Rin wouldn't die. She would be sealed away for two decades to return after that with no memory. The elders had done to her before and she didn't like it. However the numbers of these knights were small and meager having lost many to the blight and problems of the land. And of course Rin. Another part of the lands legend was about the weather. They said that Heaven cried because of the sins not corrected or fixed. That meant all the rain that came to the land was because of this. Though most of the time it was snowing or had little sun. But in this plan of war, Rin was going to tear everyone asunder for what they did to her. And Heaven as well. The air was chilled as Rin walked down the path towards Varuna. She would give the knights a surprise they would never forget. Her bare feet marring the ground with the magi that ran open within her. She would show them all the monster they had created.
  7. Eliza took a drag of her electronic cigarette and blew the smoke out in the shape of rings. She followed the sunset from a rooftop, legs dangling from the edge. A scaly hand followed the shape of her left horn, while she was lost in thought. It was almost time. For a moment longer, everything was bathed in a delicate, pink light, and for a few heartbeats it seemed as though her red skin was glowing. Then the last beams of sunlight disappeared in the horizon. She took one last drag. The smoke hung in the air; that and a light smell of strawberries was the only sign that she had been there. She grabbed a hold of the edge and slid down the wall of the house. Her long nails, almost claws, grabbed a ledge. She hung there for a moment longer before making the jump all the way down. She crunched down a bit, but kept her balance when her feet hit the ground. She corrected the binoculars that hung from a string around her neck and walked down the narrow street. The almost six feet tall woman ignored the looks she received, the whispers she heard from the door frames and alleys as she passed. She had grown so accustomed to being an outsider that it barely bothered her anymore. Four, five, six... She counted the number of alleys she passed, then suddenly turned down the seventh, leading to a larger street. She looked left, then right, momentarily disoriented. She unzipped her waist bag and found a small, round object that had the appearance of an old compass. However, when she pressed a button in the back of it, it lit up. She whispered the name of a tavern. With a little beep, the device's color turned red. The needle pointed east, and she followed the directions with a sigh of relief. She couldn't be late - the gang-leader had been clear about as much.
  8. Corner Cafe

    NB//( this is a semi lit role play. no OOC. ONLY OC /IC!. you can just hop right in into character. sentences can be as long as you like..real life ! Please keep this alive.) (ᑎᗷ: ᔕTᗩᖴᖴ ᑎEEᗪEᗪ) ⚜⚜⚜⚜⚜⚜⚜⚜⚜⚜⚜⚜⚜⚜⚜⚜⚜⚜⚜⚜⚜⚜⚜ ・゚゚*゚:.。..。.:*✼:✿🌹✿✼:*゚:.。..。.:*・゚゚ On the charming seaside Town of Casper stands a run down Cafe. This Cafe has been passed from one generation to the next. Years later and now a new owner takes over, giving the place a new look... The small apartment stands small amongst the Palm trees that lean over tall in comparison , making the small building smaller than it already is. White shutters on each window pane, making it seem vintage like, worn out even. Rose bushes growing here and there giving off a vibe of elegance, whilst subtle wafts of the rose's aroma scatter around the morning fresh air hard to miss when near by. Just outside the small Cafe stands a tall black board, advertising '' BUY ONE SLICE OF CAKE & GET A FREE COFFEE!.'' the sign read. What a good bargain! Upon entering the Cafe a fine aroma hits the nose's of fellow adventurers and citizens of Terrence. A new fresh batch of coffee beans has bean grounded! Brown stools standing, reaching just above the counter tops. Guests who chose this spot had a full view of what went on behind the scenes. Draped curtains hung loosely along the curtain rails giving the whole cafe a relaxed and warm feel. Small chandeliers hung from the ceiling above, all in different shapes and sizes. Sofas here and there arranged loosely around the cafe, for those who want to just relax. Brown furnished wooden tables and chairs set out in the center of the room, enough space to move around, especially in the rush hour time. OᐯEᖇ ᒪOOKIᑎG TᕼE ᔕEᗩᔕIᗪE TOᗯᑎ Oᖴ ᑕᗩᔕᑭEᖇ. ᑕᗩᔕᑭEᖇ Iᔕ KᑎOᗯᑎ ᖴOᖇ ITᔕ ᖇOᑌGᕼ TEᖇᖇᗩIᑎ ᗩᑎᗪ ᗷEᗩᑌTY. ᗪEᒪEᑕTᗩᗷᒪEᔕ ᗩᑎᗪ TᖇEᗩTᔕ ᖴOᖇ ᔕTᗩᖇᐯIᑎG ᑫᑌEᔕT ᔕEEKEᖇᔕ ᗩᑎᗪ ᗩᗪᐯEᑎTᑌᖇEᖇᔕ! We do hope you enjoy our company~
  9. A Passage to a New World

    Click. The sound of a .44 revolver's hammer being pulled back pierced the silence in the air. Inside of an old building that hadn't been occupied for years, the boss and underboss of the Woodruff Crime Family found a secure location for the execution of traitors to their organization. Kneeling before Alexander Woodruff, head of the Woodruff Crime Family, was a low-level street pusher in the ice city. Mainly the distribution of crystal-rocks, a poor mans drug which induces an intense euphoria followed by a deep trance of alternate reality. The drug is commonly unknown to many due to it's rare production prerequisites, needing a near freezing temperature to be synthesized correctly. "Please, I'll do anything," the man cried out, his hands bound behind his back and a blindfold obstructing his vision. Alexander Woodruff chuckled. "Anything," Woodruff let out a laugh, but it quickly faded, "Anything would have been acceptable before you lost one hundred thousand dollars worth of Athenthian gold. My one hundred thousand dollars." Bang! Alexander Woodruff pulled the trigger on his revolver, the electric metal ball entered the skull of the man being held captive and released a pulse of blue electricity, frying the wiring in his brain. Alexander Woodruff was dressed in a black three-piece suit, with a black shirt on underneath, along with a black tie. He opened his jacket and concealed his revolver in the holster that swung below his arm. "Diamond, clean this shit up. We need to find a way to move our product to Genesaris. The only way we'll be able to expand, conquer, and dominate is by moving our product to other lands." Diamond nodded and pulled out a small device, spoke something into it, followed by three men bursting through the door with black stone shell, pump-action shotguns. They carried themselves in an important manner, immediately putting on blue hazard masks before they started cleaning up the brain smeared on the floor. -- Six Hours Later -- Alexander Woodruff sat on a bar stool somewhere North of their previous location. Beside him sat a duffel bag presumably filled with the one hundred thousand dollars worth of Athenthan gold. He raised his glass filled with a golden colored liquid to his mouth and took two consecutive sips. The word had been put out that the Woodruff's needed a safe passage to Genesaris, along with a viable method to transport their illicit drugs, dirty money, and stolen firearms from land to land. The price he offered to pay was hardly anything near a waste of time. Hell, he even offered potential membership to the soul that would help. More than 75% of the family had been assimilated by a former rival gang. All he needed to do was wait for someone to reach out to him. That's all he could do.
  10. A Mother's love (Open)

    It had been nearly a week, and still no word, and with Aremis banished from Vdara and Anastasia missing, it was almost too much for Malaysia to bare. Each moment was agony, and every day just seemed to drag on. Aremis and Alukai were constantly out checking on leads, and the Imperial Goddess wished and prayed that they would not return empty handed; but it appeared her wishes were going unanswered. The Queen did her best to not fall into despair for she knew that her husband was doing their best to bring their daughter home. Also despite everything that was going on, they still had a country to run. The word of that the Princess had gone missing had caused a certain chaos, but Vdara was still booming with life and business. Merchants still had to make a living and the city didn’t sleep. Malaysia quietly stepped into the throne room, dressed in an elegant gown of royal blue and golds, with her deep black her hair pulled back in rows of delicate curls that tumbled down her back. Her guards had come to her telling her that there were a trio waiting for her with news of the Princess, which seemed to be a common occurrence. Everybody had appeared to see or hear anything in regards to the whereabouts of Anastasia. Slowly she climbed the sun kissed steps and found a seat in her throne. Her fingers traced the material of her chair, looking to her side wishing Ayden was sitting there. Truthfully she had to snap out of it; this was one of most difficult challenges of her life. She missed her children, her husband, her brothers, and a part of her even wished her mother was here. Yes Kalicity was a vengeful killer and merciless, but occasionally she did have a soft side. She was beyond protective of those she cared for, and she would bring cities to their knees in order to protect her family. Closing her eyes for a brief moment, Malaysia then opened them before gesturing to a nearby NightReaver. “Bring them in.” The guard did as she commanded and in walked three individuals, all hidden in cloaks. Malaysia’s eyes widened a bit about the one in the front as she slowly pulled away her cloak, revealing herself to the Queen. She had long platinum hair and deep piercing blue hues. The two men behind her did not reveal themselves to Malaysia, but she was fixated on her. She had seen the woman before. With a bow the woman spoke aloud, “Queen Malaysia, it is good to see you. My heart goes out to you during this hard time. I have heard of your daughter’s abduction and have come to offer my aid.” She hesitated for a moment, there was something interesting about this woman. She set Malaysia’s senses off, she recalled seeing her at her wedding briefly accompanied by the charming Marquis Zantara, and provided a gift, a beautiful tiara made of white gold and pearls during their first dance.“I do have a memory of you, but if you please remind me of who you are.” “Kalicity, my lady, of Weland Gorge, but most call me Kali. Unfortunately the Marquis was not able to make it, he has taken a leave of absence. I have not seen him for many months.” Malaysia hesitated. She was not aware that the woman’s name was Kalicity, along with the slash over her left eye was a signature look for the late Dark Goddess, it was so coincidental! Perhaps she was just another woman with the same name, perhaps named after her mother after hearing all of the tales. Kalicity, after all, was famous. “Kalicity, of course, how could I forget such a name? That was my mother’s name, beautiful, like you. I'm sorry to hear about the Marquis, he was such a charming individual. Know that both of you will always be welcome in my halls.” Kalicity squinted for a moment then looked down, "Thank you my Queen, I will pass that along whenever I see him. Also, it is strange, another girl mistook me for her mother as well. Her name was Gabriela, the devil said she was Queen of the Orisia but would soon be his Queen of Patia. Brilliant golden eyes, fair complexion, although Roen said they changed her hair to blonde? I was invited to go to their gala that they were going to be hosting in a few weeks celebrating their union. From my readings, I believe she is your sister." It was off track as they came together to speak of Ana, but then there was a woman here saying she saw Gabriela. Apparently her little sister was supposedly dead, or at least that is what they were all lead to believe. But Malaysia knew the truth as she recalled staring at that grave and the closed casket. "Well, that is news. My sister is supposed to be dead, but I always suspected otherwise. I will have to look into this," She paused, “My guards tell me that you have information regarding my daughter’s capture?” With the subject change, Kalicity calmed adjusted. "Possibly, my Queen. I had heard some tales while on the road that perhaps you’d like to hear?” “Anything would be helpful. There are desperate times, and the clock is ticking.” @Ayden
  11. Sakura Onsen Sento The Sakura Sento was a beautifully built building of bamboo and stone, a building kept to the ancient look of those others that had come before it. Outside was a beautifully marbled jade path that led to the massive sliding doors that opened up to a jade marbled counter where two women of asian descent sat waiting to greet their customers. The inside walls were decorated soft pinks of the sakura tree, and dark maghoney browns. Vases of cherry blossoms and lilies decorated small tables that were placed throughout the many halls that led to each individual bathrooms. Pull strings in each room would be used to order the salts and flowers that would soak in the hot onsen waters, while the attendants laid out the finest of bathrobes and towels for each guest. The layout and decor was of the best taste, even little gold could be spotted in the very fine lines of the flowers themselves on the walls. Eternity had finally found something she wanted to give to everyone, and it was the seduction of the hot springs mixed with the temptations of the salts and flower petals with oils. There would be attendants for each customer’s taste, men and women who aimed to please those who would so graciously give up their coin for such luxuries. The men and women would dress in black and soft pink robes, their hair would be neatly braided or up in buns. Each would be pleasing to the eye, many of them having been taught how to maintain their appearance when working for Lady Sithis. It was finally opening day of the grand hot spring bath house, the attendants were ready for what would be brought throughout the day. Customers of every status would begin to pour in through the doors, each paying for their bath room. The rooms would range from many sizes depending on what would be paid up front, and others of lower born would share a community bath at a more affordable rate. While the attendants of the bath house ran back and forth prepping each room to the specifications of each customer, life in the Sakura came to life.
  12. It was another beautiful dawn upon the Bandit Camp of the Nar Oestean Jungle. Fires still burned from the night before as the camp was busy, bustling with life to begin a day. A day of business as they did on any day. The life of a Bandit was a busy and tiresome one. This was why most failed to hold the constitution and fortitude necessary to essentially be a land pirate. Imagine being a pirate, without having the time to relax and rest while the ship was at sea. That was a Bandit's life. Always roaming, always working. Ever vigilant for the next big score, and always searching for more unsavory types that weren't afraid to do business with them. Within the largest cabin towards the center of the back of the camp, closest to the border that would project one into the dark lands of the east, a man had awoken to the sounds of bird's song, and the warm caress of the suns rays upon his face. As he became aware of his surroundings and recalled the night before, it became apparent that he had come to bed last night with company. Two human women and a rather attractive female orc were present, in which case he pried lingering limbs from his body prior to climbing out of the comfort of his bed. Swiftly equipping himself with his lack luster and worn attire of khaki style pants that would tuck into the tops of his boots, a rather unique leather vest that could never hope to close in the front and barely reached through the top third of his rib cage and even accented with a fur lined hood, and last but not least, his rather attractive looking bracers that protected the backs of the hands as well as one's wrists. The bracers being chased and laced with bracelets and bands that would adorn the forearms mostly. Stepping out before the front of his cabin, he would come to place his hands on his hips and smile as he looked around. His unkempt hair naturally fell as it would, his almond shaped brown eyes absorbing the scene around him before he would pick a direction to start in. He had been hard at work, gathering unsavory types like himself in order to establish his dominance in the criminal world. After years of hard work to convince the public, this man had finally got people talking about him. Lykaios "Lykos" Rapp, The Bandit King has been found in Elendaron, dominating Nar Oeste's trade routes as his own. His presence was becoming the norm. Traveling merchants often got to choose between coin and their own product. For the right price, Lykos could write off the offering as a border tax, allowing him to instruct the Bandits under his banner to allow safe passage as well as keeping outsider rivals off their lawn so to speak. Though if the price was not right, then the wolves showed their hunger, taking what they pleased and either maiming or outright wasting those that opposed them. This was the law of the land now, this was his law. Finally he would begin to walk once more, his arms naturally falling and swaying at his sides with each step. He walked in a round about way to the back side of the cabin, where he had provided a respectable site for his best friend and pet to get a safe and reasonable good nights rest. There stood his elephant, Negus, in all his glory. He wasn't surprised to see the mammal undisturbed, for her would easily spell death to anyone that trifled upon him or his proclaimed belongings. With a snicker and a shaking of his head, he would approach his steed, easily going to work feeding him prior to walking him down to the lake for a drink. They had a long day ahead of them. Lykos had received word of more potential members appearing in Oasis city, where they would supposedly wait for the Bandit King's return. While Lykos would remain weary, he would not hesitate to make the trip. Even if it was something like an ambush, he was certain that he would yet felt to be made the fool. "Eat well my friend, you'll need your strength for the journey ahead. Not only is it a long journey, but you simply never know what we might find along the way."
  13. The Pendulum: Potions and Pleasantries "Turn back the clock on pain and poor health." Toward the edge of town, settled at the end of a row of homes and other shops lies The Pendulum. Looking like a standard Predator's Keep building, the only thing that sets it apart is the lingering smells of potions brewing and a short line of people sitting on the outside of the building on scavenged wooden chairs. There was a set time on the door, hours that the owner of the establishment preferred to keep. The sign reads: 6AM to 6PM All Week Other Emergencies Ring Backdoor Bell Fortune Telling BY APPOINTMENT ONLY How strange a place that does healing and other health benefits (much like a clinic) had set hours. The owner preferred it this way considering her own schedule. Upon entering, there was a single wooden counter top painted with a dark stain. All around the entry way were small thin shelves containing example bottles of what was provided...which seemed to be in the hundreds. Tinctures for bad knees, crows feet, warts...the list went on in alphabetical order along the walls of the tiny bottles. As your gaze wanders around, there was yet another sign that read off a list of other services. Massages, Chiropractic Care and Advanced Healing. Below the largest sign however, was a small, ornately painted sign. Fortune Telling--Appointments Only You have to wonder why a seemingly above average healing clinic was offering Fortune Telling services. Maybe it was for the superstitious? After all, the only cure for the wary is to dismiss their woes right? The doorbell rings and an older man enters, coming up to a small metal bell and giving it a small ring. From around the back, there was the sound of shuffling papers and tiny feet. Instead of a grown person, a child approached the counter and stepped up onto a platform that was hidden behind the counter so they could stand. It was a human child, a small girl with straight brown hair and a seemingly mature dress adorning her. The attire of a Mage's apprentice. Considering what was in the shop, it would be no surprise that people would send their children to apprentice under the mysterious fortune teller. "Ah, Mr. Wishers...Right on time. She'll see you shortly once her other client is finished."The child spoke eloquently. Heads turned as shoes started to meet wood and the heavy sigh of a young man came down the stairs holding his head with his hand around a small object. The child went to the bottom of the stairs to greet them and lead them out the door before they could change their mind. The small child would return to the older man, waving for him to come behind the counter and up to a small flight of stairs that lead up to the mysterious second floor. It could only be assumed that this was where they performed the fortune telling but it seemed like that it was enough to wear even a healthy young man out. Or maybe that was the massage parlor? Who knew. Not even you yet. The child would return to counter to write down a time on a ledger next to the name of 'Allen Wishers', closing the book and putting it under the counter. The bell would ring again and another customer would come, complaining of pain somewhere and the small child would go about the business of retreating a slightly larger bottle as well as a small pamphlet to go with it with instructions. "Just remember to read it."The child informed elderly woman in front of her. "Don't drink it, just mix it into your bath. That will help with your back pain." The child received the payment, pocketing it into a pouch around her lithe waist that jingled with more coins inside, giving her the right change in return. "Have a nice day."She could chime, flashing a customer service smile and watching the old woman walk out the door with tincture in hand. This was the daily routine. The selling of tinctures, the keeping of appointments...one had to wonder if the cures along the walls and the mysterious owner had any real merit. When the old man returned from upstairs, the child would do the same and lead him out to the door. There was a second set of foot steps descending the stairs, sounding more like heels than flat work shoes. An elf with white hair descended from upstairs, clad in black and wearing an exhausted smile on her face. The child would frown, approaching the woman. "You've exhausted yourself again with all of these appointments." "Shush...I know Pound Cake. They have me working harder than usual. I do have quotas to meet."She spoke, yawning and rubbing the back of her neck. "It's Priscilla." "When you are with me, it's Pound Cake. Just like your siblings Red Velvet, Devil's Food and German Chocolate in other areas are. Easier to remember. So many apprentices, so little time to remember names."The elf shrugged. Her attention turns to you who have been standing there, watching the whole exchange of coin and conversation. "Well now...Welcome to The Pendulum...How can I help you?"
  14. A Powdered Bear

    A journey to the Cold Mountains is a somewhat perilous one indeed. Especially for this old man that marches his way up the mountains, making footholds in the snow as he walks so that the winds do not make light work out of all of his progress. It is important to Edward to reach a place near the summit. As the winds whip and howl against the hazardous stone surroundings, Edward coughs constantly. Each cough is covered by his gloved hand, though this doesn't hide the fact that embers similar to those that come off of the tip of a flame flee from the inner depths of his chest. If the man were to be seen, he would almost appear to be a bear walking along on its hind legs due to the massive pelt that protects him from the cold and his massive amount of hair, including facial. His journey does not end when he reaches the place that he seeks on the summit, it only begins. He carries a small satchel on his belt, opposite the scabbard of his shortsword, that only seems to carry a large book. Edward is on somewhat of a self-finding journey, one where he may find himself and help others to find the Gods. As he continues towards this journey, he witnesses many of the signs that he needs to along the way. From the base of this mountain range, he has witnessed four out of the five that he has experienced in life. The first and second experience happened near the base of the mountain. It was odd because it seemed that they happened simultaneously, just like the experiences from his past and the darker side of it. He fished a river before crossing it, though got no fish. A small family of beavers owns that river and apparently all of the fish in it. At the moment he realized this, a small rabbit from the bank snickered at him and darted up the mountain. This is where his journey began. The third happened not too long after, though it was quite a way up the mountain. He had followed that taunting rabbit a long way until the third, the teeth of the wolf, crushed the poor soul's skull. The circle of life. So he instead he followed the wolf, stalked it as he watched it stalk the rest of his appetite. A sharp snarl and a vicious bark to the fourth is what ended the time of the third and what it had to show to Edward. The bear, the fourth experience mauled the wolf for his angst against such a superior beast of the wild. And he enjoyed himself. The bear picked the small wolf clean and proceeded to sleep soundly through the cold night. Edward decided to do the same and slept too good. The next day, he awoke midday and the fourth was gone. So he walked, through the night to get where he is on this bright morning, almost three quarters of the way up the mountain.
  15. A Genesis, here and now...

    The trip from his kingdom to these lands was an expansive one. It took time. Time worked in his favor because he needed it to think. Gather his thoughts and let the levity of what it was he aspired to do truly set in. What was that??? Expand. Bring those to whom could use his guidance and direction under a banner that sought to prosper. Sought to uplift and beautify lands that may have gotten ugly in times passing. Give hope to those who were hopeless. Give warriors a flag and a purpose. Give soldiers something to fight for and a country to protect. To make better that to which was bad and he was taking it all upon himself to do so. He was willing to risk himself, life and limb to see his vision come to fruition. There are those who are content with occupying a corner. Having a niche. Carving out a slither of existence and being fine with that. BULL was never so selfish as to keep a good thing all to himself and let it be stated here and now---his rule was a GREAT thing. MANY and ALL would be blessed to have it. Exist within it. Be moved and motivated by it. His only concern was presentation. Rather then come with some large occupying force, he instead comes as a LARGE man capable of Alot of force. Make sense?? Aye, indeed it does. He was indeed large---standing now from his seated position within the air-ship to a lofty 12' in height. Every bit of his 4.4 tons of performance immensity and impeccable musculature beneath a regal armor, promenading down the metal walk way that lead to the cargo bay doors of the behemoth moving through the air. His trusted pilot made him aware that they were over Arcadian Air Space and that sector 5 could be reached from here. He didn't respond. Only idled there for a moment before the hydraulics parted the steel construct before him and the light of the skies at over 40,000' kissed his skin and put detail to features once hidden in a low light ambiance, draped slightly beneath the hues of the red PNR light that had came on just a few hours ago. The absolutely ridiculous amount of Cape draped over those broad shoulders began to flail wildly in the building winds within the vessels cargo bay. All the while one of the airmen approached the king at his flank, and asked a sensible question. "SIR!!! DO YOU REQUIRE A PARACHUTE?????" The king would have looked glared at the airmen. Spite beyond spite. If that look could burn then this man would be a pile of ash. You'd think that the man had asked the king to sleep with his mother, considering the look he was giving him now. Annoyed, but not deterred Bull would precede forward before diving out of the rear cargo bay of the vessel and beginning the descent downward. at 40,000, and 4.4 tons it went without saying that BULL picked up speed very quickly. He was like a massive comet, speeding along at terminal velocity eagerly to the ground awaiting him below. His face was stern. His eyes seemed unaffected by the winds whipping wildly around them. The mass of cloak flailed wildly behind him on his way down. Should there have been anyone who looked up to the skies that day they'd look upward and see the descent and the cone forming just before him. An air wedge created when one was knocking on the door of the speed sound. Yet at the speed of bad assery he approached the ground and just when one may have thought he intended to dive head first into oblivion, his feet flipped over and down toward the ground, going up right. And then it occurred...the touch down. WABOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! His very landing was akin to that of a Nuclear Bomb going off. Not in terms of radiation fall out, but in comparison to sheer magnitude, sound and concussive displacement he came damn close. The crater left in his wake, if filled with water could arguably serve as the largest man made lake in the area. The tremors of his actions could be felt nearly a hundred miles away. The dust cloud in his awake blanketed the area with a thickness that made one seeing their hand in front of their face a nigh impossible feat, and the concussive shockwave that rolled over these lands moved with the ferocity of a category 5 storm. All in all, he had arrived, and the King had walked to the top of his entry land mark and took in all this place had to offer. Mere moments passed. Silence had finally retaken hold of the area when the Titan reached the top of the crater he left in his wake to view the building that served as his Comrades old Headquarters---left as a token to The king who was a member. Entry would soon bring him to a main area where the flick of a switch would reveal the interior of this domain in it's entirety....he had finally arrived. PROTEUS RAUZ....THE BULL.
  16. Twisted love

    (Sequel to : ) Power drew from vanity,controlled by hands of evil Should it go wild,will make everything scather Balance will be distrupted with the sealing pieces It will bring chaos,And only death and demise The sky will fall, The ground and waters will be diseased Just as the arcane knowledge many praise. Fire will go cold, ice will go warm. The living will be dead,and the dead will live once more. For the light will go back,the stars stop shining. the sun is dead cold,the moon is black too. The world is dark. This prophecy couldn't let her sleep, when her dream had its sweetest state, the scene with the phoenix muthering the words of the poem were striking up in her subconcious, jerking the girl out of her slumber and putting her into an unpleasant state. The case had been solved, Libald was put in prison for 20 years.Rachel could still feel anger when she thought about the man, being a light mage and commiting terrible crimes for selfish purposes is a federal offense."Well, I hope at least the hoes in the prison will like his dress...", she thought. Rachel was happy to see that Tresh recovered, when she was invited to the party, she saw it with her own two eyes: the phoenix had done a wonderful job,except when he gave the prophecy, the pyromancer thought she could do well without SLEEPLESS NIGHTS.The party was thrown by... somebody named Kevinar Reyese, "Isn't he the same guy Libald talked about when he threw a tantrum?", she asked herself in her mind.Anyway, she was surpised that Castellus himself decided that he deserved a party too, "Fun fact:This old man knows to party better than all my classmates combined." She chose not to drink, though, the nightmares had already made sleeping hard for her, in the morning she's possibly more tired than the momment she went to sleep, drinking would only make it worse.Rachel didn't hesitate to eat... and shoot fireworks into the sky. She had to ask herself, though. "What now?",Rachel doubted she could make it back to Earth soon, so it was a 1 million gold question what she would do next, she grasped a better concept of how things work here, but it wasn't enough, not even close enough, Rachel couldn't even find Elliot, or get a clue about his whereabouts.All without his memories, the light mage was exposed to all the odds of this foul world, more precisely, was exposed for his father's pursuit to kill all the guardians of the medalions, needed to unlock the forbbiden knowledge of Earth. Great summary, right? Too bad Rachel had been introverted and kept that to herself, and she wouldn't change her mind about this anytime soon. Well, after all, They didn't know where Elliot is, neither did Rachel, her only clue, as much as it hated the fact, was the prophecy let by the phoenix, which obviously hadn't made much sense for the 16 year-old. But still... what should Rachel do? Her only idea was to remain where she was, the girl really hated to admit it, but she wouldn't be able to stand her ground against her father, not a bit. She needed to become more powerful. "Anyways, Rachel, back to pretending-you're-a-fully-functional-being-but-you-know-well-you-are-actually-a-menthal-hot-mess." She was at the party, the wierdest thing happened to her : a woman, possibly in her 30's, approached her. She had brown hair and red eyes, she wore a traditional pyromancer dress, her staff always with her.She must have been a really big figure, otherwhise, why would she dress that fancy?"I guess over-dressing is a thing around here...", Rachel thought.The woman approached Rachel, it was a bit awkward.Her steps were silent, and it was almost like she wanted Rachel. "I pressume you must be Rachel Amber..", the woman said, loudly enough so everybody near her could hear it.Rachle nodded, feeling so awkward, who was that witch and from where had she known her name?She couldn't remind telling it to anyone other than the people ,she was 100% sure those people didn't tell the woman anything about her. "I just couldn't resist the temptation of coming and meeting you, I've been told you pulled off a phoenix to break the bond between the reckless light mage and poor Tresh, remarkable,nontheless.", the woman said, sitting down near Rachel.The witch looked her in the eyes, what did she want?Possibly she wanted Rachel to teach it to her.... which she was unable to because the phoenix should want to come to you, not the other way around. Rachel stood next to her motionlessly, starring at her, "Who the hell told you that?", she thought. "News travel fast, dear,I for one, heard it from Castellus himself.And, assuming you don't have any OTHER businesses to attend, I would like you to attend my class instead . I teach Fire magic at the academy, and I think you could just fit in the many vacant positions I have in my... let's says honors class. Of course, you'd be getting your own dorm, and you could also attend other classes, too, if you wanted." Castellus was waving in the distance, possibly way too "stoned" by the party to do anything else than that. Truth is, the woman was really persuasive, but she didn't come off as evil, possibly she was just a really ambitious teacher, sick of some unpleasant details about her class.Rachel was stunned, she came off as a female Gandalf for summoning a phoenix. She thought it through. "That feels like something useful. I accept. What's your name,though?", she asked with a smile on her face, maybe that was the solution she had to find for now. She was looking around the campus, finally finding the fire school.It looked to be really crowded... It was almost like everybody wanted to be a fire mage, it was strange, yet really exciting.The teacher's name was Alan Nightshade,"Wierd name for a pyromancer, perhaps she's married.". She was wondering where she would be meeting familiar faces.
  17. In Awe of the Sanctum

    "Lord Eremus has been recorded as to be the one who defeated the Old Kings, who brought prosperity during the Nine Towers, and to recite and utter the names of the first rulers and barons. I personally think it is a crock of shit. Lord Eremus was nothing but a deadbeat poet who sung victories of delusions he dreamed of. Graggelroot induced minds tend to waiver towards uncertainty, so it could have been something he truly believed... I doubt it, though. It doesn't make sense for that to be the case. He gave away both his daughters. One a tramp, another a prideful little thing..." "--Auriana!" "Huh!?" Auriana's head snapped up from the pew. The rustle of the movement made her hands freeze, the pen falling to the floor with a loud clack that seemed to reverberate every wall within the Cathedral. "I do not tolerate those who doze off during my sermons, young lady. What would Baroness Kaera think of your wayward mind?" The Bishop at the far end of the Cathedral was Halidom Trents, Esquire Bishop of the Ministry of Light. Auriana truly doubted this man's faith, and reckoned Halidom was just another diddler, but she kept quiet about it. The long gaunted Bishop continued. "You are quite lucky your parents are not alive to see this shameful display." Auriana would be embarrassed, but this was almost a monthly occurrence. The failure to sleep before the morning mass generally resulted in her pausing, dozing, or writing d--Shoot, her pen! While the Bishop gave a huff and went back to his teachings; she would reach about, fumbling upon the cool marble to finger her way to the metallic scribing item. A gentle curl and aha, she reclaimed and was sitting back up. She froze. Everybody was looking at her. All eyes were focused, well, if you could call them eyes. Their faces were black, masked by some charcoal substance that was brittle, peeling at the slight disturbance of noise or air. Auriana closed her eyes, whispering to herself. She prayed to the Light of the North, the Light of the South, and the Darkness to her Zenith. Opening her amber gaze brought everything to normal. Hoods of white, black and blue were bowed forward with the Bishop prancing upon the altar platform, voicing his love for Eremus. Mass finally let out with a bellowed cheer. Kids shoving past her with adults chasing their little ones. Auriana carried her journal with care, scooting off to the edge to sit and wait at a nearby bench. Watching the adults with their kids, the parents looked exhausted but genuinely happy to be relieved of that awful man's captive speech, but she supposed it had everything to do with the world they were raising their little one in. The pain was pretty swift when it hit her, and she watched them longingly. The silent hunger to have her parent returned to her was a need, a desire that she ached for. "Didn't get any sleep again last night, huh?" A soft voice said, though Auriana could always pinpoint it. Roland came to sit beside her, his darker complexion an almost contrast to her own. "What did you see?" "The same thing. A thing... some apostle like beast eating dad, while pinning mom down," she said, almost without a flinch. A sigh later found its way to the surface. "Saw the faceless ones once more in the mass hall." Roland swung an arm around her shoulders, bringing her to his chest. She leaned into him, taking up what heat she could. "How can you even handle it? Let alone for eight years." Auriana shook her head. "Sometimes it isn't bad. My memory could always be exaggerating what I have saw. That is what the therapist says at least. 'There is no such thing as apostles, Auri.' or 'The Justicars handle the bad monsters. There is nothing to ever be afraid of. Plus, we have the best security in all of Terrenus!' Seems like bullshit to me. But how can I doubt them? I have no evidence or proof. I know what I saw, but I was just nine. It isn't like I was not already terrified of a branch. "Plus, the reports said there were no bodies found. Just a sign of a struggle. The headline is rather tasty if you look at it. 'Left alone to fend for herself, child of nine'. It doesn't even mention what I said, or that my parents are gone. Just that I am here." She felt exhausted, almost empty. The sun was reaching the highest point in the sky, and the trek back to the dormitory was going to be a long one. They sat together for the longest time, and she wished it would have stayed that way. Whenever she was around, or near Roland, the visions often never came. The first time she met him was during one of her frights in the schoolyard. All of the kids had morphed into beings of void-like structure. No longer were they little people, but amorphic blobs of energy that crawled to her. The whispering so incessant that it made her cry and cry. That was until Roland, or Rolly as he had not exactly grown into his weight at that age, showed up and boasted about being High Lord of the Playground. Of course, years down the road she realized he was talking to Elijah and Tatorj, but he brought her back to her senses. He was someone she just could not lose.
  18. 1678AY, 6 May Yral, Lyonesse The Ruins of the Solstice Temple Sunday, 10:00A.M God, Elders we're not kind to Lyonesse. Rin had destroyed the one thing that gave them safety, an advantage. The Solstice Temple. She had in one single swoop come and destroy their only line of defense against Athentha and it's demons. And the imprisoned souls of the ones locked in the Solstice Temple, well they were dead. Rin didn't want these demons to compete with her. Yral, in her defense, knew it was time to bring forth it's people to rebuild a new temple, with a new name. However, Rin was not the only danger in the lands. You see, things were not always good in the land. The hero of Lyonesse, Sayndar Lammecoil, knew he couldn't keep all forms of evil out of the land even though he tried his damn hardest. But something about a mysterious being coming to the land in the days before only named Serphus didn't make him feel any better. He knew the legends well, the names involved with the tales. Serphus offered to build them a new temple. One better than before. Yet no one knew who this being was. It could appear as whatever it wanted. What ever you wanted it to be. And it held something dangerous within it's own hidden secrets. Grant Lyon, who was still on his death bed, had agreed strangely to this man's request. He allowed at all and any cost for a new temple to go up. They needed something to defend themselves from Athentha. They were eternal rivals after all. Two Days Later... The days after the agreement of a new temple was allowed, building had gone up. Serphus with it's charm and wit, was able to sweet talk a crew into starting immediately. Probably promised it something beyond being offered. And so construction was beginning. However, the building of the temple would be different from the last. Oh, they would use brick and mortar, but Serphus added two components that would change the land as we knew it. The Sunburst Justice ore and the Black Heart Mirror ore. Serphus smiled to itself as it watched the crew build the temple slowly. People in the city began to talk about the stranger. Starting rumors of unimaginable belief. Whispers and gossip spread among the people and Sayndar was wary. He had to make sure the land was safe, even from the strangers. He wondered how Serphus was able to sweet talk his way into building the new temple. And he wondered what it would be named. Sayndar walked to Lyon's Chambers as he would have a talk with the ailing leader. He eyed the line of people wanting to speak with the leader. He sighed. So many complaints he overheard. Lyonesse would not go down the same road Athentha went if he could help it. But who was this Serphus and what did it want in the land of Lyonesse. Sayndar would find out.
  19. •TABLE of CONTENTS • RS | Riva's Wand RS | Riva's Staff RS | Riva's Axe RS | Riva's Greatsword (owned, paradigm 'Grievous') RS | Riva's Dagger RS | Riva's Short Sword Decay Blades (owned, Syncopy 'Roku') Fenrisulfr [ sought by Chappu, 10/2017 ] Jormungandr [ sought by Alexei, 10/2017 ] Sanctus & Malus [ sought by Selefere, 08/2016 ] [RS | Riva's Battle Set] If a player has two pieces of the set (or more), each weapon from there on out gains +1 to Preps held as the strength of the Crystal is increased by proximity. If a player has three pieces of the set (or more), each weapon gains an additional +1 to attacks. If a player has four pieces of the set (or more), the player may then create a SLOT ABILITY for each weapon—these are 'taught' abilities that can be used on command without draining the player's talent pool, mana, or fatiguing the player. Lastly, if you are reading this and you are disinterested because the +1's to various things like 'attacks' don't appeal to your style of combat (T1 over Dice NPC), then you may take the liberty to modify the present status to reflect something more T1. e.g. Instead of additional +1 to attacks, you gain a rush of energy which allows you to strike more ferociously. It's the same thing, worded without the notion of dice. You get the idea. Same goes for any other sets or items you will find here. The Dice System is not mandatory or forced.
  20. Nanatsu no Taizai's, Philosophical Objective "There is no clamorous roar from Thunder, without a vicious strike of Lightning. No pouring Rains, without a foundation of burdensome Clouds. Without Evil, there is no rivalry of Goodness. Yet, there is a thin equator that divides these, two opposing forces. In the Gray area we stand to maintain, such Order and Balance. Live by the Code, Die by the Sword." Nanatsu no Taizai Code "Be ruthless, be Merciless. Look death in the face and show no Fear, not even to thy Buddha. Embrace it, for you have gave the Mind, Body and Spirit a Honorable death." ----------- - This will be our first act, the setting takes place in the middle of a lush Evergreen forest at just about Noon. The story takes place almost 20 years before the Rise of the Datzusoku Empire. Six out of the Seven have been recruited. In order to prove that they will serve without question; in a test of strength and talent, each will be put against one another in a short melee, spar (4-5 post-limit at least, one post-per-day, 3 duels in-total). Those who do not wish to comply will be forced to death or even worse, Seppuku. Everyone could still use their character's Innate abilities, seeing as they're physical traits of the individual's Race. I can't do nothing about that, just don't go overboard. We are still mild powers here as by site rules. * Remember everybody, that this is Chanbara, Adventure, Fantasy-themed and I can't stress the concept in any simpler terms. Various types of Magic is allowed such as manipulation over the elements, necromancy, whatever you can think of but this isn't any birth place for Wizards, Mages, Spellcasters, Warlocks etc. You get the idea. We are Swordsmen/Swordstresses ideally from a variety of races/backgrounds with the acception, any type of Sword is allowed. I don't want to read about more magic and spells being cast, than your character using Melee because I'm going to tell you, your in the wrong place for that type of styling or setting. We all come from different backgrounds so it is fine. I don't want to come off as rude or seem to embarrass any one because I'm not that type of guy x.x This is a reason we're in the Alternative-section and honestly, I wanted to keep this idea to myself before actually, submitting it to the public. You're not that good at roleplay-based fighting, or never tried to explain using a Sword in words? Good, that's fine. We all eventually get better with practice. I want this to be a learning experience for everyone, but more importantly, I want to make sure we're all having fun playing Our parts as well. We're a team and I'm not the best of writers myself. We could all learn :) --------- "We are not sworn under Blood and Oath as Brothers and Sisters, for even Ichizoku (family) stab each other with disloyal Hearts. We are Seven; for you chosen are now Nanatsu no Taizai of this, New World. I give you my life in exchange, for your Blades in battle." The Shugyosha held a proud wide-grin from under the brim of his Straw-hat or Kasa. Breathtaking stoic White orbs reflected a stiff hardened gaze from the Apex predator staring at the gathered Warriors. He would observe those before him in poised demeanor his body expressing said dominance; their characters, to body language, from ulterior motives, to the way they perceived the Hanyo in retrospect and ultimately his blind sight. His Canine senses slightly flaring a nostril that wouldn't be noticed, sniffing for the faintest signs of weakness, timidness, or even deeper than that and in to the core of their very Essence and hearts. These were supposed to be Seven Deadly Sins, a sacred Force not to be reckon with. He would step the foot on his right, slowly, dragging sandaled Zori with him and his almost 6", solid 200lb frame across the compact ground in to the center most-section of the group. The flourishing aroma of Sakura on his person permeating the air with an almost girlie sweetish scent. His hands crossed over and tucked warm-fully in the intricacies of his Crimson Silk Yukata. His faithful and ancient Tenbatsu, had not been secured to the Senpai's white sash or Obi on this occasion. Think twice, if one thought he couldn't summon it at Will. Any Sin amongst the band that could source out energies or pick up the amounts of Yoki generating from the Daiookami would also realize the translucent White flame topping over and encasing him in what was known as, the formidable Spirit Aura. "First, prove yourself to me your allegiance and discipline. I have arranged for each of you to contest one other's skills and strength in a duel. Despite the spreading rumors of my undenying favoritism, each of your names were in fact, paired and scribed before our meeting today." The youthful near Two-hundred year old Bushi still held young and ageless features as he halts in the middle of a suitable piece of land that appears roughly 20x20 feet long, just an even rectangular surface of ground wide-enough to commence only one duel at a time. He pulls out a roll of parchment from the sleeve of his elegant Robe with a paled and feminine left. Though he is visibly Blind, fascinating enough, he seems to read the scroll pridefully in the following. "We must be solid in foundation, if we wish to hold any significance in this New World. Wrath is first, to commence against Greed. Then, it's Lust and Envy. Last, we have Gluttony and Sloth. Remember. Live by the Code, Die by the Sword." It is then, he retreats from the Arena as a spectator to allow the first Combatants to step in to the rectangle and introduce themselves. He rerolled the scroll in hand and slipped it back into the confinements of his Summer robe only to pull a bright red Fuji apple out with the same hand. He would pit the fighters against each other even before they get to knew one another's name, in the unknowing their was fear created Kouman was still a genius! Falling to the sitting Lotus, he snaps his fangs into it's crunchy crispness as the nectar rolls down his throat with taste he could never forget, back home in the Yokai Realm. How strange it was that a Wolf indulged in the fruits of Mother Nature. "Commence!" The Legendary Swordslayer exclaimed as he spat away the skin from the Apple in his maw and let the games begin. @Al Sa-her @Misty @kyuri @ezkiel777 @Robbie Rotten @VulcanTheDrunken
  21. Long was it, for a tropical island to take shape in a world of magic and monsters. Longer still, Baaj remained unknown, even to the ships that flew overhead. Natives lived as tribes, separated on grounds of gods and traditions. There were hundreds of smaller tribes on the small little mass of land surrounding the volcano at first. Over time, diplomacy and advancement lessened the number until tribes started gaining reputations. The Paoa, the Owaiiki, the Kamalani and the Maoa being the most prominent names in their history, they had discussed unification as a distant consideration beyond the occasional counsel their leaders had held in the years before the Scarlet Rule, but the idea had been enforced by their arrival. All in all, the leaders were placid, even to the dissatisfaction of some of their kin, when their arrival had come with the demand of such unity. Being mostly elderly and wise enough to see past the issue of an invasive force assuming control, those leaders had consented to it, seeing it as an ultimate victory, despite the upset that came with it. The introduction of foreign economy and conflict might not have been as welcome if they were not so quick to resign, and perhaps those who opposed the Scarlet Rule might have had more hope in reclaiming their solitude with their leadership, but such was not the case. The argument about their warrior-regent's reception of a foreign dignitary landing on the beach in the night not long ago had seen infinite faces to a coin, and he'd heard double that number of complaints during his tasks outside his manor on the mountainside in the time leading up to Malligard Luxon, his second advisor's selection of a Prince and Princess for Baaj Island, and who better than the children of leaders of the two greatest tribes the island had seen? Though he had taken his time, the man's intellect shone forth once more. Finally, he might see peace in his tasks. At least for a time... He wasn't sure what measures would need to be taken if this act was unsuccessful and the people remained unsatisfied. But nonetheless, Malligard and all his plump glory stood to Soris's left, and on his right, Thorald Fauri, his first advisor, held a stately manner that even a regent such as he might come to envy. There were others, as Soris spoke, who sat behind him. Members of his government that only some small groups had truly heard the right rumors to know the names and titles to: Ferrin, Praucia, Fallan, Maximus, and Pan. The only natives who could be sure were the two standing behind the curtains, waiting for their introduction. Kealohilani and Poema, those who were to be named as Prince and Princess of the island beneath the Rule. They had been briefed about them as those that they would be reporting to, though Thorald was the one intended to receive and distribute their reports excluding emergency. The temple of the Baajan priests of Kue'asari had been turned into a gorgeous hall, completely adorned in gold-woven fabrics and vibrant silvers and dark greens and reds, amounting to one of the most lavish things Soris might have ever seen. The pillars hardly seemed to be visual obstructions, more as works of art wrapped in works of art. More to look at than one might have seen otherwise. Which was fortunate, he had considered opening the golden beach to the public for the event, but a light yet warm rain and an early dusk outside would have spoiled the scene which, instead, was lit with bright braziers and comprised of brilliant construction. It had all come together according to some measure of fortune or fate that he was quick to discount as coincidence. There were more important things at hand. Soris's speech had been lengthy. Definitely the sort where one might question whether the intention was to make the audience of the Golden Coronation wait, swishing their wine in their glasses, for the festivities to begin. It culminated in the recital, spoken loud and clear over the crowd despite lack of a technological implement to assist his volume: "Thus have you been gathered. Not quite so grand as the Red Queen herself might have seen, of course, in celebration of a final declaration in the vein of summation, so that we might see an end to what strife has laden our journey from this uneasy malaise, to an era of prosperity. We hope to see a new demeanor held among our citizens. Happiness and comfort. We are here to protect, and much as we serve the Scarlet Rule, I want you to know that me and mine," He said with a gesture to the officials arrayed about him, "Are here to serve you. And so, without further ado, we come to the conclusion we've been leading up to. There are two of yours here today, who I mean to seat as two of mine. We shall bring the meaning of being a Baajan and the meaning of being a citizen of the Scarlet Rule closer together, and soon, you will come to learn that those two definitions are synonymous." His smile was fake, but so very well practiced. Only officials who had made similar speeches might have marked it as such. Otherwise, he just looked prideful in all that he had accomplished as regent. And speaking of practice, about half of it had gone into the pronunciation of their names. "Poema Kamalani shall now be titled Princess of Baaj Island! And so shall her successors, favoring females of her blood, inherit her title so long as Baaj's banners are Red. And like do we see the new title of Kealohilani Paoa, Prince of Baaj Island, whose title shall be inherited by his successors, favoring males of his blood, until the Scarlet is the color of the beaches, and not the flags!" He finished, gloriously as intended, with his hands in the air, inciting a sense of triumph which coaxed more supportive woos from the crowd than expected, amounting in a supportive cacophony. That was a good sign toward the fortune of their decision. "Thank you, all of you, for coming here today and partaking in the grandeur of this event! Let it be known that the Rule is strong, and it shall serve as a foundation for Baajan prosperity long as at least I, Soris Talra, can hold a sword." He finished his speech with an image in his mind of glorious vanity, defending the name of Red's kingdom even after she had died, holding Baaj island as a last bastion in her memory. He turned around at the podium, and the Prince and Princess recognized their queue to step out from behind the curtain, parading waves and recognition from the back of the stage to its end, and into the crowd to signal the beginning of the night's revelry. Soris held a glass of golden liquid in the air and said his last words as his officials filed out into the open space to make way for the band and its handlers assembling behind him. "Have a good night, everyone!" And he downed the glass before making way, and finding his stubborn path to the long table of great catered delights, inviting those who chose to beg his audience to accompany him.
  22. Its gonna be a good scrap!

    (Somewhere thirty miles off the coast of the South Ocean) Peaceful silence was broken by the screaming friction of atmosphere and asteroid. Hurtling towards the earth at incredible speeds, its landing caused a tremendous noise to shatter the serenity that once filled this place. Dirt, trees and animals all were either obliterated or thrown high into the air in the wake of the space rock making contact with the planet. Resting at around three hundred feet in radius, the object from the void lay dormant, with peace slowly returning. Deep within the pock marked stone, something began to stir, and there was noise coming from the inside. Such a great clatter it was, that the beasts pf the forest kept well away from it. Without warning, an opening is created in the rock as a square sized chunk of asteroid is violently ejected from the surface. Inside is what looks to be a complex system of living quarters fashioned from several different space faring vessels. "A'right boyz, time to see dis new world we just buggered up all violent like." A massive, muscled green arm shot out from the opening, pulling up the body of the deadly warboss Gremkar. With his second arm pulling him out the rest of the way, Gremkar took a look at the world of Valucre before him. "Ha! I bet dese humies got lots o'loot for me to plunda." He wore a collection of ramshackle armor, bits and pieces of steel plating painted in his colors, piss yellow and blood red, along with the skulls of his victims, dangling off his attire with twine and string. Painted on his bulging chest was the symbol of his tribe, an orc fist breaking through a wall. "Get out here you gits! I ain't got all day to wait around for ya!" Soon more orks began to exit the asteroid, more and more and more until a startling realization began to set in. This wasn't simply a normal raiding party. This was an invasion force. "Get started on making my new fortress, then we can get working on finding some humies to kill." With a snaggletoothed grin the twelve foot tall greenskin began walking into the forest, dual choppas in hand as his boyz began dismantling their ship in order to construct the fortress. "I sure could go for a fight..."

    first there was nothing Then there was something, that something was THE WORLD The world was just stars and rock flying around in space, the world thought it was interesting so it did nothing However after a few Eons the world got bored of all of the fire, rocks and matter so it decided to make 3 new elements: water, air and life so it made a planet with anything on it like a medieval kingdom next to a futuristic city and a dark and gloomy castle on a prehistoric mountain right next to a modern day suburbia. The world wanted to know what the people it just added will do once they meet each other, the world was interested. This is all of their stories
  24. Alistair and The Street Rats

    "You're foken pullin' ma knob...go on then. Pull it out." Alistair stared intently at his opponent, it was a cold icy stare that only the coldest of hearts could deliver in such games of chance. "If ya bluffin' I swear on d'almighty I'll gut ya where ya stand. Go on then." He prodded...finally...the young kid threw his cards on top of the crates Alistair and his new passing friends sat. Local "street rats" as they were deemed. The three burst into laughter as Alistair broke off some bread, tossing it to the kids. He'd reach for his pocket knife and start cutting some cured meat as well for the lads. "Foken knew it. I'm tellin' ya lads. When I was yo'r age I was pullin' coin from blokes twice my size. Y'gotta get bet-uh at playin' yo'r 'and yea? I ain't talkin' 'bout the ones 'ere neeva. I'm talkin' dis 'ere..." He'd pinch the one kid's cheek who was caught with a lousy hand. "People are suckas for cute n' cuddly types." He hand out some pieces of meat, munching with the youngsters as he then proceeded to instruct them on cards, bluffing, and everything else to sustain some coin. Though Alistair lived a fairly normal life, working in his family's farm he did so stirring up trouble and earning extra coin by doing some simple card gritting with elitists who felt they knew better. Nothing more satisfying than making a fool realize they're a fool. The kids huddled closer as he was showing simple slights of hand and cards they should aim to have at the top when they are cut. A good chuckle was had, he had spent little time getting acquainted with some of the local fair. While the grandeur of his introduction prior was all well and good, he was more in his element with the humble sort. A good time was had, until a rather tall, lanky man with hair dull and strung out, stuck together with sweat and grime approached. "Alright back to work you little bastards!" Alistair, who had been smiling just a moment a go peered over his cards to the man, motioning with the kids to stay where they were before stepping down from the crate. "These yo'r kids that it?" He asked. "I offer them protection so yea, their mine." "An' you talk to 'em like that? They're 'avin a good time, laughin'. Let 'em 'ave a laugh." "Believe me, they are looking for more than a talking if they don't move their sorry asses." "You hit 'em that's it?" "If you don't get out of my face swear to Christ I'll kick the ever living shit out of you, and they'll get it worse thanks to you. So think about it. Also who are you again? Talking to me like I don't know what the fuck I'm doing?" "Now mate...no need to get all fussy like that. Come-come let's 'ave a proper word you an' I and I'm sure we can work fings out." Before the irate man could retaliate Alistair snatched his collar and headbutt him twice in the nose. The man crumpled to his knees. "No need fo'r names, but know dis 'ere is my 'ome now. Y'foke with 'ese kids, lay a finger on 'em I'll scewer yo'r balls an' roast 'em for d'pigs." With that Alistair held his wrist close to the man's eyes and triggered his retractable punch blade. "Off wit ya. Gotta finish teachin' 'ese kids a proper skill." As he climbed the crate once more he saw one of the kids wearing his hat but quickly taking it off. "None of that now. Keep it." He'd prop the hat on the kid's head before they resumed their meal and lesson. The once lanky man slithered away, trail of blood from his broken nose the only sign of his passing through.
  25. Van sits, his left ankle rests atop his right knee, and gazes down at the watch on his wrist. The minute hand ticks, sliding beneath the white sleeve of his dress shirt, now obscured from his view. The peacekeeper’s eyes wander, moving past the platinum and to the podium center stage. The large lights above, which center on the podium, are designed to obstruct his vision. However, he can still see them. Filing in with surprising amounts of order are hundreds of students, who snake through the stairwells and lanes until they finally take their seats. A few minutes pass, and the shuffling of feet is replaced with murmurs and whispers. Finally, one of the teachers steps up to the podium. Her hand touches a glyph that both dims the seating lights as well as broadcasts her voice. “Welcome students and faculty alike. Today we are pleased to have Peacekeeper number 11, Van Edmund here today. For those of you don’t know, Mr. Edmund is the Peacekeeper of Hell’s Gate. A devout Gaianist, a master Earthbender, and a native of Iselyr. He actually immigrated here as a teenager and served as a town guard and Enforcer, before finally enlisting in the Terran Military and applying for the Peacekeeper Program. Among his many accomplishments, he has been a regular in many tournaments, to include those in countries such as Orisia. He of course is best be known for his successful coordination of defense and counter attack against several unnatural’s that laid siege to Hell’s Gate, as well as his apprehension of terrorist that attacked the Temple of Gaia in Ignatz.” Picking up a glass of water she pauses and takes a sip. Her lips purse into a smile as she glances over toward Van. “Mr. Edmund has agreed to talk to us today about the theological principles of Gaianism as they apply to Earthbending. Two subjects he is well versed in.” She takes a step back, her hand sweeping out toward him. “Please join me in welcoming Mr. Van Edmund.” At the final mention of his name Van stands up. His right hand waves through the air as he walks to center stage and takes the podium, a chorus of applauders greeting him. “Thank you for having me.” His voice booms throughout the room. There is a pause as he looks over the audience, whom hide behind a wall of black. However, as a faint red glow appears in his pupil, his vision clears. The filter lifts the darkness and he can see each of them clear as day. His hands smooth his black tie and grey dress jacket as he shuffles around a bit and gets comfortable. “As mentioned, I am Van Edmund, Peacekeeper of Hell’s Gate. However, as riveting as that might be, today I’d like to discuss the relationship between Gaianism and Earthbending.” He pauses, turning from the audience and waves to the side of the stage. In response two men begin to drag out carts. One has a clump of clay, one a rose, another a dead frog, and the final a subdued mimic. As they begin to line the carts up on either side of the podium, Van looks back to the audience. “While I’m talking, I ask that if anyone has any comments or questions, that they please raise their hand. I have no issues with answering them during the time allotted. “