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  1. 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.
  2. 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. “
  3. 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.
  4. 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."
  5. 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..."
  6. 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.
  7. A Goblin's Weep

    The name was incredibly stupid. Forest goblins? They can live in many places besides a forest, thank you very much! That's exactly the nature of the forest goblin clan, the Spriamans. A clan of forest goblins with many shamans. They originally did settle in the cedars, due to its mystical nature in the spring, but the winter brought much disaster and bloodshed. Since then, these goblins have created a hideaway in the hidden valley, a haven that had taken days to discover. In it, they have built what is the likeness of a longhouse. This was decades ago, however. It was fall now, the season to start stockpiling goods into the hideaway. However, one goblin would not be doing that this season. A goblin previously named Bongib, but now renamed Moddle as a goblin insult, sat crying at the edge of the cedars. He was incredibly softhearted and a big baby, although his sneak and combat skills would be on-point. He had been forsaken not only by his family, but by his entire clan, as he had helped a human family escape the season before. It took a long time for the goblins in the clan to decide on punishment. The group assigned on the raid wanted life imprisonment for poor Moddle. His family even called for death! But due to the morals of the wise shamans, and the visions of future providence for Moddle, he decided the forsaken goblin to be better off exiled. So here he was, a small, 2"8' goblin crying amongst the cedars on a crisp, fall day. And all he had in his possession was a dagger with a handle of bone.
  8. Escape the Lab roleplay!

    You find yourself in a cell, when you notice that you see other people in different cells you ask what was going on. A girl who seemed to be like a computer glitch said that your are in a lab, captured. She said that some people in the lab were made, like her. Will you escape or be a lab rat forever? roles: scientist, captured test subject, made test subject, guard.
  9. The Khovfe Pub

    Please State when your Character Enters and Exits the Pub The Khovfe Pub RP Info Current Menu: Drinks Skeletal Ale w/ A Shot of Khovfe - A Pitcher of Ale with a Shot of something Drasx calls Khovfe Amalian Pale Ale Food Drasx Mystery Pie - A Meat Pie made from Meat Services A Stay at the Inn. Potions Pleasure Potion - Brings about a Euphoric Feeling (Non-addictive, but one can become reliant) Canon
  10. The Bloody Tide

    Looking to start a pirate-themed roleplay. It will be set in a fantasy world in a napolenic/18-19th century time period, which anyone participating with the roleplay can add to, such as mentioning towns, kingdoms, etc. There will be aspects of magic, but I want to keep it somewhat realistic, with cannons and muskets being the most advanced weaponry. I'm thinking of starting off as either castaways or crew members, whichever you choose. Anyways, leave a reply if you're interested. 2-3 people would be ideal.
  11. So Shines a Good Deed in a Weary World

    ~10:30 PM, local time~ ___________________________________________________________________________ The vigilante group known as The Watchers had never been to Tia before, but of the five of them, the one with the most experience for it would have been either Nathan or Arthur. The ones that the Watchers had sent however, were neither of them. Nor were they the ones most experienced in technological marvels. In fact, both men held such things with disdain and in the case of one of them, with some measure of fear. Those two were Arthur's brother, Elias Morn - and the Fairy Knight, Gale Hawk. They both trusted Nathan's judgment and they went about the city on their assignment without question - but the younger Morn twin couldn't help but wonder if their leader was flawed in his way of thinking. His reasoning was that both men were experienced working together - and that Elias was the best of them at reconciling differences. Furthermore, they both favored stealth and speed in their fighting styles as opposed to brute force. In his mind, this was a situation that required a scalpel, not a sledgehammer. All that made sense, of course, but neither he nor Gale were particularly fond of technology - and neither of them was fond of Vampires either. That was to say, Elias didn't mind them, but it didn't strike him as right for a creature to feed on human blood. The recent upheaval meant that tensions were high between the Vampire and Human populations. Sporadic violence and suckings became increasingly frequent, as did reprisals against those that had nothing to do with the attacks. This in turn led to further bloodshed and made the whole situation worse. Elias had done his best to keep the peace; several times he had intervened on behalf of the Vampires - stopping human attacks against the ones he knew were not responsible and occasionally beating the offenders unconscious before handing them over to the security forces. The number of Vampire to human attacks were less frequent, but he knew that sooner or later he might be called to intervene. For his part, Gale kept to himself - often going out at night, supposedly to gather intel. Several times, the next morning - he usually did so whilst covered in bruises. He didn't answer when questioned, but at a guess, and from the lack of bite marks - he had been busy as well. After the third night this week on patrol, Elias decided that a routine change was necessary - and suggested they head out for drinks. Surprisingly, Gale agreed on the condition that Elias foot the bill. They headed out from their (temporary) headquarters in a small hotel room and started walking the rest of the way to Jidoor Hall - the largest of the taverns & inns in the city. While on the way, Elias noted that tonight was particularly quiet. The streets seemed deserted. Even the usually noisy Steamgear Clan's HQ (an abandoned factory on the lower east ring) was deathly silent. That struck Elias as unusual, especially because he had frequently spent his patrols targeting their members - focusing on taking them out whenever he wasn't settling disputes. The gang was notorious for abducting tourists and citizens at night and was responsible for a series of violent muggings. Elias had broken up more than three of those in as many nights. Now, there was nothing. No trace of life anywhere. "Gale." He said, putting a hand on his companion's shoulder. "Do you hear anything?" "No, why?" The Fairy Knight replied. "Do you?" "No. That is why I'm suspicious." "Think this may be linked to the riots?" Gale asked, coming to a halt. "Normally, I've heard this is a city that never sleeps." "It's a strong possibility." Elias agreed. "Let's investigate." _____________________________________________________________________________ In another section of the city, the boxer, Jack Ortega* was likewise out on a late-night walk, for much the same reasons as the Watchers. Though he was ignorant to their current presence in the city, he was aware of them by reputation - as he frequently read the papers and had become a great fan of their exploits. Fighting demons and criminals alike - taking down those that the law wouldn't. It seemed they were doing the world a favor. In between fights, Jack prowled the streets like his hero, Arthur Morn, dispensing his own brand of justice. His skills which served him so well in the ring also played well into his efforts against the criminal underworld. Slightly shorter than the average Terrenian male, Jack was still extremely muscular - and frequently cited as being perhaps the strongest pound-for-pound boxer in Terrenus. He recently tried his hand in the growing sport of Mixed Martial Arts - specializing in grabs, holds and quick strikes. Jack wasn't normally the type to do vigilante work, but recent events had changed his mind. Using his Mixed Martial Arts training (and donning a biker's helmet), he went about the city at night, beating muggers and purse-snatchers to a pulp with his bare hands. Tonight proved to be somewhat boring, however - as he found nothing. No purse-snatchers, no muggers, not even a civic dispute. The whole city was quiet as a graveyard. Turning away from that morbid line of thinking, he rounded the corner of Riverside Park and the adjacent structures and kept going, making sure to keep his head low and his eyes open. ((*This is a general idea of what he looks like))
  12. It was a quiet night at Swally's. Bard sat by the window, gently strumming his lute as the salt sea breeze caressed his stubble-stained cheeks. He inhaled deeply, there was something so familiar and comforting in the sounds and smells of the sea. Just then a server approached. "Fill 'er up for ya love?" The server gestured to his nearly empty pint of ale. Bard tilted his head aside, and gave a deep squinty-eyed grin. "That has to be the most beautiful thing anyone has ever said to me...yes, another would be most appreciated." Just as the server turned to fill his pint he slid the coin of tips which hung at her side. Gingerly tossing in his hand the light feel spelled a not so active night for the young woman. Just then, Bard stood and stepped quickly to her, "Beg pardon, you dropped this. One would think better next time to keep coins closer to her person." Her thanks were met with a smile that, were it any more staged, he'd compliment it with a dance number. It wasn't a second guess or guilt which made him return the coin, it was simply too light to make any effort seem worth the swipe. Looking over the patrons, or lack there of, he would take up his seat at the window once more and strum his lute gently. This time, a tune began to form. Without request, a song was to be had. A hungry feeling, came o'er me stealing And the mice were squealing in my prison cell And the auld triangle, went jingle jangle All along the banks of the Royal Canal To begin the morning, a screw was bawling Get up you bowsie, and clean up your cell And the auld triangle, went jingle jangle All along the banks of the Royal Canal The lags were sleeping, humpy Gussy was creeping As I lay there weeping for my girl Sal And the auld triangle, went jingle jangle All along the banks of the Royal Canal Up in the female prison, there are seventy five women 'Tis among them I wish I did dwell Then the auld triangle, could go jingle jangle All along the banks of the Royal Canal All along the banks of the Royal Canal The last bit garnered some laughter as the pint made it's to his table. "So lads...another?" He asked his audience, small as it may be, it was an audience none the less. Their cheer would bring a grin as he strummed another tune. Such was this night of meeting the locals.
  13. The Trader George Chapman had taken special care in avoiding the labyrinth forest marked on his map. The Sci-Mage of Blairville had written that the place had such a strong course of ley lines within the area the forest an almost sentient nature. Many who had traversed the place had never made it out alive, and those who have, normally by mistake. Speaking of Blairville... the trader had two horses pulling his wooden cart. inside his cart were many things, but of the many things, a few in particular were some Blairville goods. He had "borrowed," some mana crystals, gold, and coal from the mines and they were stored now in wooden crates. With his supply of mana crystals restored, he had gotten back on track to the Hills of Noddendody. and the next pitstop was... "According to the map, a place called predator's keep..." The Travelling Trader had said under his breath. He spoke to himself in his normal, deep and guttural handsome-sounding voice. He looked ahead, at the looming walls bared with gates. Would the guard imposed there, if any, let him through?
  14. 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.
  15. [Ayyyy everybody. This is an Open call. First come, first served. I'm gonna say this right now; I would really prefer a character with physical weapons rather than magic. Or at least not ONLY magic attacks. Because to me, they suck. Otherwise; have at it! My character re-heals after he dies so go for the jugular.] Jack Ransom hadn't been in a proper fight in an age. He needed to get rid of some aggression, the sooner the better. He stepped onto the open field, eyes narrowed as he looked at his surroundings. He was in a grassy meadow, with thick tree-line surrounding in a rough circle. It was almost perfect. Jack would have preferred a Colosseum, but this would suffice. He wondered who would come - if any one was to come at all - and what their powers would be. Nothing would deter him though. He'd be able to fight to the death and live another day. But once he was killed, he would hand over the glory of victory to that person. That is, if he was the one to be killed. Of course, Jack wasn't planning on murder. He'd subdue, at the very most. His beast form would be more appropriate for that. The beast-man yawned, then took out his flintlock pistols and spun then on his index fingers. "No one's gonna come, huh?" He said loud enough for anyone in the vicinity to hear. "Guess I'll have to just claim victory..." He said, then shifted his eyes so they turned bright orange. He smirked as his teeth shifted. They became larger, and turned a dark grey along with his gums. He was intentionally changing slowly. Waiting for someone to come and see the competition they were up against.
  16. Proprietor & Blacksmith - Alma 'MoonHammer' Luminare Blacksmith Specialty: Alma Luminare is known for: Crafting magically enchanted items with both weight reduction and elemental magic through mastery of smithing. About MoonHammer Forge: • MoonHammer Forge is open to everyone in need of unique, customisable items and equipment, ranging from: personalised weapons, armour, shields, tunics, riding equipment (saddles etc), furniture and jewellry. Note: personal requests may be granted, just speak with Alma Luminare.• Depending on the level of item/s requested, Alma Luminare may present the customer with a quest of equal skill, in order to (a) acquire the necessary materials/gemstones/magical artifacts desired for an items creation and (b) test the skills/abilities of the requesting user, to ensure items of certain powers do not fall into the hands of those too weak to wield them.• Further testing via various means, may also be conducted by Alma Luminare in order to garner a better psychological understanding of a customer, to ensure these items of power do not fall into the wrong hands. • To the rear of MoonHammer Forge, is the Training Yard. This area may be used for the various means: Testing pre-requisite by Alma Luminare prior to receiving items of powers. Elemental Magical Combat training in solo/pairs/groups, by any member of the public. General social/drinking hang out spot for any member of the public (Note: Barrels of Ale available to all paying customers). WELCOME!
  17. BE ANYTHING ROLEPLAY

    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
  18. It was an excellent night. The moon was in its Waxing Gibbous phase, piercing the day with its red glow. How truly marvelous~ However. Sadly, some people in this glorious land were not so grateful for the lunar energies that bathed us all. No. Some were noisy, filthy, and dressed in pink. A true taboo of fashion and style. What you needed was a nice pair of gentleman's white gloves, a purple suit with fuchsia collar, dark green curled-tip dress shoes- and swagger! Yes, that was how to handle oneself, especially in foreign lands. Dressing like a prostitute with a blue scarf and yelling loudly to all poor passerby would simply not do. "Mooooooon~ I'll accept your invitation, squire of Gaia! MOOHOOHOOhoon!" Yes. By a stroke of great misfortune, the challenge had been heeded by he - Kenny Moonblade. He had been rather parched, at least by homunculi standards, and approached this quaint tavern for a quick sip of ale. Unfortunately, a cross-dressing loudmouthed boy opened the door and didn't bother to continue waltzing in! So the 6'7" moon-headed "man" was left to stand behind the ratlike "prince" during his speech some three feet while tapping his shoes impatiently on the cobblestone road beforehand. How audacious. Filthy mixed breeds were hardly better than humans at 'tall, and this one had a tail sticking out of their gaudy looking pants for the love of all that was lunar. Atrocious! Unfashionable! Distasteful! Dull! Gross! Filthy! Unclean! Disgusting! Boring! Stupid! Dumb! Idiotic! Dated! Passé! Antiquated! Behind the times! Good god, his tail. Not too unlike that of a pig, if you entwined their swirled pink bottom and smeared it with feces! No. He'd thrash this braggart post haste and possibly even get a free drink out of the deal for his patronage. Genius, Moonblade!
  19. 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.
  20. An Odd Encounter

    Benjamin was walking in the middle of Elendaron when he walked past a telephone pole. He noticed a wanted poster attached with some tape. It read, "Wanted: Mad Scientist. If interested call: 555-555-5555. Benjamin was looking for something to do anyway. He pulled up his phone, and dialed the number. The man on the phone had a very raspy voice. He said, "Did you call about the scientist?" Benjamin was slowly regretting what he was doing. Benjamin replied with a hesitant, "Yes." The man continued,"You need to meet me at the Chinese place downtown tomorrow. You also need to bring some friends along with you," Benjamin tried to reply but was interrupted by the man hanging up. Benjamin still decided to do this quest. It was just going to be a little bit harder than he expected. Benjamin walked around trying to find people to help him. He set up signs that had his phone number for people. This was going to be way harder than expected.
  21. Silence. Like the neverending sound ripped away from a voice that needed to speak. Silence that came made the fear all the more powerful as it came to be. It was here, standing in the rain did the first seed stand. Looking over the plans he had written in an old scratched up notebook. If he was to succeed in gaining Athentha to his own goals he needed to do something drastic. It seemed that he had called the seeds here. The dying organization he was trying to build would be destroyed in time. But as he looked over at Vanilla, he had an idea. People knew the legend of the beast and the organization of the blood red moon children. It was here that he formed a plan. He would need to sacrifice the second seed and combine her with the princess. Without another word, he looked at Vanilla again. He had kept her safe during all this time, and she was the only one he could stand. But his feelings for the half breed seemed to now run his brain, trying to self destruct everything he worked for. Taking a step as the rain continued to get heavier he would come here, to the princess's home city and lure her here. The first seed sat down on the bench now as he placed the notebook into his bag. Vanilla taking her seat beside him. It wasn't a secret she held a torch for the first seed. But she would never be able to be with him. Not the way the second seed wanted it. The two remained in silence. Garnet's eerie golden yellow eyes traced every figure that walked by. No elves, just demons. He smiled to himself, if he could harness the half breed then the land could become his, and he could make it good. Create something different from what Rin wanted to do at least. The elders are onto us aren't they? They have acquired knights and soldiers to keep tabs on us. Garnet, why are we the enemy? What did we do to deserve such hatred? We exist Vanilla. That is all. They think we are helping the monster to acquire her land back. And we are somewhat. Let them gather whoever they want. If my plan succeeds, it will be futile. You shouldn't worry yourself to death about these things. You should think of the future. Of course Vanilla didn't know she wouldn't see the future as she was now. That Garnet planned to fuse her with the half breed. He didn't care about the elders. They could do what they wanted and everything would work out in the end. Yet, in the end things wouldn't be the same. Athentha was on the brink of being destroyed. The war would come, but he would have a weapon at least. But he was wrong. Garnet was not prepared for what happened, he would never be. And so they sat there in the rain watching the people come and go. The inn wasn't open yet so they couldn't get a room to take a nap in. It would be open in an hour before the mid-afternoon sun would appear in the sky.
  22. Sissel Inkflank the Pegasus (Yes, passer-by. this is indeed a my little pony roleplay on Valucre.) had just landed at the top of his small tower near Everfree. Today, of all days, was the day he would pick a topic that would be rejected by his superiors. The male pony was a news reporter in Ponyville, and he liked honest reports a little more than his boss did. The topic that he chose today was reporting about a mystery long wondered in Ponyville; was the mint located in the Everfree Forest an official one, and was it illegal? A review with Government officials provided the short answer; no, it was perfectly legal. But his boss didn't like the report. He didn't think it would attract too much attention. Sissel's boss usually likes reports that Sissel does on racing teams, when they reveal huge scandals or the like. But Sissel didn't enjoy harming a pony's reputation. But it was the honest truth, right? He sighed. "And today is the day just before evaluation. I wonder what my paycheck is going to be this time?"
  23. Trevor Wisegem: The Beginning Of It All

    Trevor, as he had been walking around the land for a while, decided to take a break. He sat down under a tree and had been alone for a while, so he just started talking to himself. He often did this when left alone for too long. "Wow. I can't believe how far I've come in my life." he sighed. "From a simple, poor kid to a hero in some realms. And it all started with my family and home." Trevor chuckled. "It was so long ago since I was there that I don't even remember what it was called. I mean, I remember the place, it sucked. I also remember my family." He sighed. "Ah, my family. They were such great people. There was my mom and dad, older brother, and my baby sister. None of which deserved what they got. All because of the king..." He stopped for a minute thinking. "Was he king? I don't know, he was the ruler though. Anyway, he was a terribly evil ruler. Made everybody pay for things that shouldn't need to be paid for. He turned my family of poor individuals to peasants that fell far below the average peasant. He wouldn't let anyone leave town unless they were traders. Anyone who tried to leave was killed... I suggested that we try to escape. It was better than giving the ruler every little thing we had. We spent months planning, learning every possible way to escape and figuring out which way was the best way. We managed to make it across, but we didn't know about the second line of guards that was past the town's border. We ran as fast as we could... they got everyone except me. I looked back to see my family on their knees. Then I watched as the guards ran their swords through them... even my three year old sister. After that, one of the guards turned around and saw me. With tears flowing from my eyes I ran faster than I thought possible." Trevor's voice became a little bit choppy. He cleared his throat. "Months later I was just a scared, homeless, seven-year-old boy wandering the streets. I was hungry, and no one seemed to have any desire to help me. I ended up stealing food from others it got so bad. But one rainy day- after I just stole a woman's lunch- a tall, muscular man wearing fancy clothing with a hood approached me. I could only see his face. He had a large scar on his left cheek, green eyes, minor facial hair- more of a five-o-clock shadow- and had a rather chiseled face to be honest. He looked down at me and told me to get up. Once I did that, he told me to come with him, and I thought I was in trouble. He took me to a carriage, where he asked me question about myself. I told him my name, why I was alone. He asked about my magic, and being from a realm where magic hardly existed- like not at all- I was confused. I had only heard the word in stories. He looked at me, placed his large, strong hand on my shoulder and said to me, 'Trevor, you posses a unique ability. You are special.' I asked him what he meant and he told me not to worry just yet. I worriedly asked his name and where he was taking me. He said his name was Edgare Wisegem. Then he smiled and said that we were going to a place where my magic would be used, then he said that I needed to sleep. I looked at him confusingly, then he tapped my head and I was asleep." Trevor smiled to himself. "And that's where my life started." He sighed, then got up. "Guess I should keep going." And with that, he kept traveling, awaiting his next adventure.
  24. Proprietor & Blacksmith - Vulcan 'SteelHammer' Godric Blacksmith Specialty: Vulcan Godric is known for: Crafting the strongest of items through mastery of smithing. About SteelHammer Forge: • SteelHammer Forge is open to everyone in need of unique, customisable items and equipment, ranging from: personalised weapons, armour, shields, tunics, riding equipment (saddles etc), furniture and jewellry. Note: personal requests may be granted, just speak with Vulcan Godric. • Depending on the level of item/s requested, Vulcan Godric may present the customer with a quest of equal skill, in order to (a) acquire the necessary materials/gemstones/magical artifacts desired for an items creation and (b) test the skills/abilities of the requesting user, to ensure items of certain powers do not fall into the hands of those too weak to wield them. • Further testing via various means, may also be conducted by Vulcan Godric in order to garner a better psychological understanding of a customer, to ensure these items of power do not fall into the wrong hands. • To the rear of SteelHammer Forge, is the Training Yard. This area may be used for the various means: Testing pre-requisite by Vulcan Godric prior to receiving items of powers. Combat training in solo/pairs/groups, by any member of the public. General social/drinking hang out spot for any member of the public (Note: Barrels of Ale available to all paying customers). WELCOME!
  25. 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.
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