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  1. So i wasn't really able to keep up with the previous rp that i wanted to start, but things are less hectic right now and i just thought it would be a good idea to do a space western. I have some rough ideas for the lore: Humanity was able to fight off an alien invasion thousands of years ago, this actually turned out to be a sort of trial by this alien alliance simply known as The Throne to pick out warrior species to work for it. Since humanity wasted a ton of resources during the initial invasion, we're a bit too afraid to refuse the offer to join the alliance because of our need for resources. So humanity joins the alliance, and we're hired as mercenaries throughout the parts of the galaxy ruled by The Throne. Anyone interested?
  2. Quests Primary Artificer | Soap MacTavish If interested in participation of quests, please PM @Armada for approval before posting. Quests Sacred Moulding Pen | Rain, Rain, Go Away! | Reserved for @Demonicmuffin Class II | Sector II | Quest Rank D When Sector II was in control of Governor MacTavish, the illusion of possibility remained open because of the principle of Additive Alchemy, a discovery of the BBDC. However, all fairy tales are doomed for unhappy endings. Although Governor MacTavish no longer rules Sector III there remains untold amounts of artifacts and relics researched and developed in the BBDC lab – including the Sacred Moulding Pen. Enter Sector III and seek entrance into the floating fortress above, Olympus, and brave the halls. Watch out for the traps! Arachnid’s Eye | The Spinster | Reserved for @-Lilium- Class II | Arkadia Prime | Quest Rank B Ah, so you’re searching for the Arachnid’s Eye, are you? HAH! I hope you have Riva’s own luck tucked inside those pockets of yours and the spade to dig a grave – BECAUSE. YOU. WILL. NEED. IT. – The rumors through the grape vine will have you knee high in shit, wading your way through lies and deception until weary bones finally collapse without a glimpse of the ancient artifact. However, I will deal you a square deal pretty lil ‘un, because I enjoy your eyes. Radiant Mantle | My Brother's Keeper | Reserved for @Chappu Class II | Izral | Quest Rank A There were rumors of an ancient artifact residing inside the borders of Izral, a relic of the previous empire which once ruled all of Tellus Mater before the introduction of Riva. Rumors however are just whispers gently told in the evening before a fire. Across the ages, time’s whimsical steps and dancing feet aided in transforming the legend of Radiant’s Mantle into myth, causing disbelief in the masses before it became nothing but a rumor Father Time | Let's Start a RIOT! | Reserved for @danzilla3 Class II | Lands of Alterion | Quest Rank A A former mercenary crew and long time employees of MaGNUS Corp, the Blackfire Raiders, have turned to piracy in their time of crisis. Proving to be too much for the small village's militia and what few Poor Sons stationed there, the raiders have begun ransacking the city. A request for help has been made. RIOT, Alterion's elite super soldier force is currently overtaxed and always looking for new members to join their ranks. Clear the city of insurgents and confiscate any MaGNUS tech they may have. Screeching Monkey, Crouching Tiger | Let's Start a RIOT! | Reserved for @Mag A former mercenary crew and long time employees of MaGNUS Corp, the Blackfire Raiders, have turned to piracy in their time of crisis. Proving to be too much for the small village's militia and what few Poor Sons stationed there, the raiders have begun ransacking the city. A request for help has been made. RIOT, Alterion's elite super soldier force is currently overtaxed and always looking for new members to join their ranks. Clear the city of insurgents and confiscate any MaGNUS tech they may have. Alternate Reality | Catch a Tiger by it’s Scotch! | Class II | N/A | Quest Rank C The Alternate Reality. The Illusion Eye. However you name this bugger, this Class II artifact is priceless. In order to obtain a capsule of this swiggin’ ‘ol stuff you will need to challenge Soap MacTavish to match and either force him to admit defeat or land five blows. Black Jade | Drunken Dragons | TBD Class II | Mo Choi, Kadia | Quest Rank A A catalyst of the Physical Plane, Black Jade is more than some pretty trinket to be worn. Black Jade is part of the Planar Fraccion Conductor collection, a rare and ancient collection of the land WinMX, with incredible powers. However, in order to possess the Black Jade, the individual will need to travel into Mo Choi, Kadia undetected otherwise the God Emperor Corvinus will have you for breakfast. If this doesn’t discourage you from pursuing the Black Jade, then this will: You will need to find and kill a legendary beast. Good luck! Soul Harvest | I'm not your mother | TBD Class III |Lands of Alterion | Quest Rank A | Reference While the initial [DA] mission was deemed successful, members of Alpha Squad had dismissed the Final Boss’s chamber for hidden treasures. The diamond Soul Harvest remains on Alterion’s Skyline castle.
  3. A warm breeze snaked through the trees, rustling the leaves. It tussled the curly, knotted mass of deep red hair spread across the ground. Its owner was in a similarly disheveled state, her pants and baggy shirt covered in a mix of blood and dirt. Next to her lay a dog nearly as big as she, his shaggy grey coat flecked with mud. He was whining, his nose occasionally nudging the woman's cheek in an attempt to wake her. She groaned and scrunched up her bruised face before opening her green and gold flecked eyes to look up at the tree canopy with confusion. She turned her head stiffly to regard the dog next to her with surprise, he let out a bark and wagged his tail. "What the hell happened?" She groaned and attempted to sit up. Shooting pain shot up her side and her head spun, she quickly lay back down with a bigger groan. The dog continued to whine and nudged her shoulder with his nose. She reached out an arm and gently stroked his head, the dog was familiar with her, but she couldn't remember ever having a dog....in fact, she couldn't remember anything prior to her waking up. She sighed and tried to push herself up to sitting once again, gritting her teeth she pushed through the pain shooting up her side and the world spinning and managed to sit. She closed her eyes a moment and hoped the spinning would stop, it was making her queasy. When she felt the earth still, she bravely opened one eye and closed it quickly to prevent the dog's wet lick from going into her eye. He was sitting too, wagging his tail and panting, he attempted to lick her again and she pushed him away. "Agh!" She cried, trying to fend off the dog while her side agonized her, "enough! enough!" He sat back and looked at her expectantly. "I don't suppose you know how we got here do you?" She asked, "A better question would be where are we?" He continued to wag his tail and regard her happily, he barked causing her to flinch from the splitting pain in her head it caused. "Not so loud!" She scolded, "My head feels like it is going to fall right off my body..." She looked down at her blood soaked clothes and put a hand tentatively to her scalp where she felt a burning pain. When she pulled it back there was a red smear on it from blood. "I've got to get all this cleaned out..." She ground out, attempting to use a nearby tree to pull her to standing. The dog began to whine and lay back down. "I'm not going to lay back down." She said through gritted teeth. The world spun again and she clung to the tree, her stomach finally losing its battle, she vomited. The dog looked at her knowingly and she could swear it looked a little smug, as if to say "I told you so." "Yeah, yeah yeah." She glared back at it, waiting for the world to stop spinning. When it did she took a tentative step forward, when the world didn't spin and her stomach didn't empty, she took another one and then another. The dog stood and followed her, occasionally looking at her quizzically. "I need to see if there are any clues as to who I am, who you are or even how we got here." She told him, "Be helpful and start looking too!" He sniffed around while she slowly scanned the ground around her. "Nothing but dirt!" She said in frustration, the movement loosening up her stiff limbs. The dog sat and barked, he looked at her expectantly once again. She approached him and he nosed the ground, she bent stiffly and lifted a necklace from the ground. She ran her thumb over the dirt encrusted engraving on the back. It read "Zafira." "Who is Zafira?" She asked, "Is that me?" The dog barked and wagged his tail. "I'm going to take that as a yes for now..." She searched the ground for any other clues, "Now I have to figure out what you are called..." The dog stood and pranced in a circle, whining. Zafira ignored him and continued to search, she found a strange looking stringed instrument in the bushes. It looked to be once ornately painted and carved, it looked battered and well used now. She plucked a few strings for amusement and her fingers flew across the strings, producing a haunting melody before one of the strings broke with a very ugly sounding "thwang." "Well....it appears I know how to play music." She said furrowing her brow, "But how can I remember how to play music if I cant remember the name of the darn song?" The dog barked and wagged his tail happily. "You don't happen to know where a stream would be do you?" She asked the dog, fully expecting him not to answer. He leapt up and loped off into the woods. Zafira shouted angrily after him and began to stiffly walk in the direction he ran off to. He doubled back and walked next to her. "If we are to be companions I should figure out your name..." She mused, "Perhaps I will just make one up." The dog growled. "Fine, I will try to figure it out..." She tried to think through the splitting headache, but it was like trying to hold sand, it kept slipping away, "Its no use, my memory is gone...is it -" She looked around, "Tree?" She could have sworn the dog raised an eyebrow at her. "You are right that is a stupid name, I would never name something that..." She looked around again, "Sky?" He ignored her and continued to lead her towards water. "What about Cat?" She joked, he growled at her again, "It was just a joke - jeez - Good thing there is no one around, they would probably think I'm crazy talking to a dog." The sound of running water caught her attention and she momentarily gave up on her quest to remember the dog's name, she wasnt even sure if the name on the locket was her name. But she would borrow it for now.
  4. Tazarek was a crowded city, even by dwarven standards. Everyday there seemed to be more and more dwarves, migrating from all over the world. Many of them, an alarming amount actually, were orphans, their parents and families killed by bandits or monsters or some other hazard before they came here. This world is truly cruel for ripping apart so many families. Fortunately for them, Tazarek was always hungry for able bodies willing to risk life and limb for her advancement. From the drakkon menace in our tunnels, to the orcish hordes that roam topside. The world has no end of challenges for the dwarves of Tazarek to overcome. Even with all that would see us destroyed though, there seemed to be more dwarves in the halls than the day before. It was like they were just popping out of the ground or something. So it was decided that Tazarek would expand, and to do so meant a bloody offensive against their foes the Drakkons. At first they had been able to add another level or two to the city, but the growing population required even more space. While their brethren expanded underground, the land above was claimed in the name of the burgeoning kingdom. Fierce opposition from the orc natives meant more bloodshed, but Tazarek was ready to answer it with valor and firepower. Now there was a second city in the works, but still the population continued to rise in numbers. In order to avert disaster, it was decided that a colonial expedition was required. An airship was built, dubbed Thundermar's Blessing, and sent off to find a new land for its passengers to settle. It was a merchant class vessel, holding a thousand souls, with a small retinue of personal airships to help protect her. If it found new land, then the dwarves would immediately begin sending more and more people to help settle it. The hope of a nation raided upon the decks of this well built craft. Acting as captain was Commander Drenchbeard, an ambitious dwarf yet untested in his bid for glory. There was not yet an official navy of the dwarves, as all the airships Tazarek held were used more as a merchant fleet, since keeping Tazarek's coffers full was a challenged deepened with every new mouth that arrived. Many of the merchant class vessels were outfitted as airborne caravans, whereas Thundermar's Blessing was built for war. Metal plating gave an extra layer of protection to the hull should the shield generator fail. Eight runic canons were outfitted upon the ship, three on each side with one at the prow and back. Mithril lined canvas protected the balloon from any attempts to rupture them, the sides painted in the multicolored flag of the dwarves, the top black, the bottom white and six stripes of green, red, blue, purple, orange and yellow form diagonal stripes separating the opposing colors. They had been sailing the skies for days on end now, unsure is they were going the right direction. Navigation instruments told them they were close, but land was not within sight just yet. Rumor had it that this land, known as Alterion, was as dangerous as it was strange. It made no difference how large the challenge was to the dwarves, they would overcome it just like the rest of the challenges they had faced.
  5. Bull's got a new Hammer. Oh it's an awesome thing, he'd assure you. Not more then a sparse few days of having it in his possession and you couldn't count how many things he has smitten with it. Worse still, how many times he's threatened to SMITE someone with it, sometimes in a Norse accent for no apparent reason. Where it came from? Who knows, but ever since that time he was thrown through a dimensional rift and landed in Asgard---Meeting the great Thor himself. He's wanted one. That was a ways ago. Since returning to these realms, he hasn't quite recovered the entirety of his power (MP-Bull), and wouldn't fair nearly as well as he did against the Thunder god were he had to face that trial now. He will return to glory by walking the path set before him. Just as he found his NEW self during his imprisonment within the Pillar Realms, he will do so again, and this little project of completing his hammer for Maximum Whack-a-Fool Goodness was just the thing he needed. It took him a day to get here, he chose not to jump but rather trecked it out. Many climbs. Many elevations. A few falls, a couple of scuffles and he was staring at a vast, brilliant door which serves as the entrance to MINES OF SERN. So the information was legit, and it would be in this place that a sect of Mutant-Dark Elves, practitioners of Dark Magic, and perverted sciences. They had developed a new "Strain" of Mythril that was essential to his weapons progression. Only thing that stood in his way was that legend had it, that these "Elves" were tools. Bad businessmen and even WORSE as traders. Proteus Aspired for not having to use violence but sometimes, you have to shit what it was. Still, Wasn't anything wrong with giving things the old college try. The titan approached the door which had a large body of water at his rear. This caught Proteus' attention, briefly. It smelled--Odd. With his attention back at the door. As he was instructed by his source, he'd call out. "I am KING Proteus Rauz, i've come seeking to barter or purchase Mythril from you!...May I be granted Entrance!" There was a silence. Birds could be heard. Bugs of the sort as well. Quiet enough to hear a Rat Piss on cotton almost. Then before him, at the doors top. An eye opened and from it's center a beam of light which constructed a construct. The construct was a tall individual, lithe, every bit of 6'4" in height, a male, but his features were slightly twisted. Around his eyes were blackened as were the tips of his pointed ears. Slender fingers had claws at their tips. "We've heard of you King.....All the more reason why we will MOST CERTAINLY NOT be allowing you here. BRUTE!" Bull kissed his teeth some, and drew a heavy breath and at it's release interjected, "Times have changed...I, have changed. I assure you I am not here with ill intent.." And Bull was cut off "And we do not care! Now remove your FILTH from our domain, lest you be dealt with!! You've NOTHING of interest to us!" Insults. Proteus' arms crossed and his index finger tapped bicep furiously. He was struggling to keep his composure in the face of a total tool. He firmly rhetorted. "2-Million Gold. For a kings share of your new Mythril.".......He brandished a large travel bag, indeed filled with the quantified equal of 2 million gold in the form of massive bricks. There was that silence again. Those birds. Those bugs.. That cotton pissing rat again. The construct seemed to had been mulling it over. See Elves were alot like common man. They were creatures of habit, they could be swayed. They were businessmen and at the end of the day money talked. But the problem?...Again, they were like common man. They believed themselves to be cunning. They were trifling. Greedy. Uncaring. Beneath the water, a monster had been given incentive. It's massive tentacles spreading and churning beneath the water, which would have rippled and surged as it approached, and out of the water one of these LARGE appendages shot out of the water at pace and COILED around the Titans' waist, who was honestly--surprised! All that the king could see was the constructs twisted grin, "WE WILL TAKE YOUR GOLD, AND YOUR LIFE!....."
  6. As he crested the last hill, there it was. The Hidden Valley he had heard so much about, and after a harrowing time in The Cedars it was a welcome sight. Fel had set out on a long journey, and after spending a horrible but necessary time in Hell's Gate he had made it. Fel had grew up in dougton, a Dismal place preferring archaic forms of farming and manual labor to even the most basic forms of technology. Fel last saw that place almost 14 years ago. The one thing worthwhile it taught him was to live off the land, which would come in handy at The Hidden Valley. Although no horses and plows will be needed here. The time Fel spent in Hell's Gate, learned him many things. The most important thing? Hell is other people. Fel walked into a clearing of trees as the sun started to creep over the trees in it's downward decent. He was tired and this seemed to be a good a place as any to make camp for the night. The air in this place smelled odd, but it was home now and he was sure he would have time to explore every inch of it. Tonight though, the fire and the stars had his full attention. A blue sheen seemed to dance across the sky and the smell of flowers and spring seemed to mix with wood smoke. "Yes, I think i will like it here." Fel reached in his bag, and pulled out a small ragged volume, brown in color and worn all the way around. It was stories of his journeys, He wrote in this book almost every night. Some nights he would just read over some of his old adventures. Maybe tonight he would do just that. "Maybe I will start at the beginning tonight". Fel flipped to the first page, to a story titled "Leaving the Farm". "It makes good sense that a man can't get to his destination without knowing how he got to where he is". Fel threw another log on the fire and started to read. Page1: Leaving the Farm...
  7. Hey! I just got here and I really want to start roleplaying outside of the Tavern of Legends. Any suggestions on where I should start out? Plus I would like to start making some new friends on here so please introduce yourself to me because I'm too awkward to introduce myself to you ,:D Hasta la Pasta! -Sam
  8. Aleksei

    Good Ol' Days

    What a disgusting, revolting, colorful display. There it was, just sitting peacefully in the southwestern part of Cosanastre (the very first city founded, just for your information), glittering like a well polished crystal and singing it's siren's song: the Cathedral. Ah yes, today the bells tolled, beckoning different sorts of worshippers to its freely dusted halls and oiled pews. Today these worshippers find themselves praying to the gods of green and gold; the reverent prayers whispering through the the beating heart of the Cathedral. Serge bunting decorated the outside of the Cathedral turned gambling hall, enticing anyone and everyone to come inside and enjoy the raucous going on. Matching the exuberant decorations, guests were dressed in peacock colors; several of them, all on one body. The women wore reds, purples and greens. There were checks, stripes, brocades, appliques, and lush embroidery. The men matched the women, if anything, they were far more decorated than their counterparts. Clearly they are all extremely excited for The King’s Feast, an event that has recently been reinstated by the ever illustrious, gracious Ocelot Royce, the High Mason and ruler of Alterion. Inside, trestle table after trestle table bowed underneath the sheer weight of food stuffs. There was a roast boar stuffed with rabbits that were stuffed with partridges - sans trees, unfortunately. Pies of every type covered the white tablecloths. The free-flowing wine, ale, beer, and metheglin added to the already high spirits of the guests. One one table was a large white swan, baked and dressed and then reassembled so that it looked almost alive, every feather repositioned perfectly. It didn’t stick out though, because in the most centered table full of all sorts of seafaring creatures is a ginormous tank with a mermaid swimming inside. A Nymerian, to be more specific. Her dark hair was braided with beads and shells and crystals, akin to the black-blue sky sparkling with polished stars; her tail looked like the expanse of a early morning sky with oranges, reds, blues melting together; from waist up she wore nothing, representing the normal Nymerian wear, showing the lace-like tattoo beneath her breasts. The tattoo on her right arm shimmered with her panic, causing the shapes to appear as if they were moving with each swish of her tail as she swam from one end of the tank to the other. She was one of the many prizes offered for the day's events, and to win her you must be betting on either a group, individual, or a monster itself. All those betting will be put into a drawing to receive the Nymerian, no matter their losses or winnings. In the center of the grouping of tables was an open area. Here jesters danced and sang, people conversed, acrobats cavorted; the noise was tremendous, filling the Cathedral to the brim. And outside is absolutely no better! Anyone who can’t fit inside, found themselves a seat just about anywhere that was safe, mostly the rooftops and a few even made their homes in alleyways (out of harm's way of course). Because these sorts of events always bring out everyone's competitive streak, various household games like poker, go-fish, and whatever else kind of games gamblers contrive in the moment, are scattered around for anyone to join in. The heavier hitters were at their chosen tables with handhelds scattered around them; faces of the competitors and the monsters they're working against flicker across illuminated screens. All are welcome to place bets on either the monster hunters or the monsters, just to add some fun into the whole ordeal. Disgusting, colorful display of celebration and the day has only begun. How to bet: Easy! Everyone put your bets down in your posts and I'll keep track of everything. Anything that has monetary value (weapons, armor, jewelry, monsters of your own, etc.) you can use to bet, so have fun with this! Also reasonable, pleaasse. Once there is a list of items gathered from all people betting, I'll use a randomizer to select who gets what item to make it all fair. So Group A is for Participant AB but group B is against them and are for the monsters; Participant AB wins, so group Bs bets are given to Group A. Games: I don't care if you guys want to play a drunk, drug induced game of hide and seek, have fun! I will be introducing a version of Truth or Dare but with drinking, using a system where I think of a number 1-6, the participants pick a number, and the loser has to drink and then pick Truth or Dare. The dare obviously can't be hella disruptive but I want people to have fun with this and put their characters in awkward positions.
  9. Yral, a city built like a small island itself within the island, was home to a dying leader and an elder of power. The land knew war was coming and the figures behind the scenes decided to plan something dark for the land. Silent and cloaked, a woman walked the cobblestone streets, magi scathing the streets as she walked. Eyeing the citizens, she could see their downfall. The temple of Solstice had been destroyed. As her orb of an eye saw some of the citizens sitting there, eating some ore like substance she tilted her head. How did it get there? Lyonesse had been doing everything to not end up like Athentha. Not become a dark place that would change the people into creatures. The girl wondered if the stories her father told her were true. The nights he abused her, he told her that she was a legend made to serve a higher power, to bring forth a new era. Shaking her head, the black and teal curls bouncing on to her shoulders. Lyonesse was in danger. The girl knew it as did Lyon. As she walked and marred the streets with her magi, she wondered if he was here too. Someone that knew of the forbidden ore. The ore she could use to craft. The hero of Lyonesse would be here too. It would be nice to see him again and rip out his eye. Teach him a lesson. Stopping then, the girl muttered. Yral was a maze to her and anyone who lived here on a day to day basis. She sighed. Athentha and the Umbral Year were tied together and as she looked down at the black rose thorn crown she didn't know the path to walk. However, the people here looked at her. Their whispers caught her attention as they spoke of Lyon's death. This thought caught up in her throat. The leader couldn't be dead. Rheumial and Sayndar watched over him like a hawk. How did they allow their beloved leader to die? She blinked as whispers spoke more of someone else in the palace. Someone who looked like Lyon. It was time to investigate. As she walked towards the castle that housed the elder and Lyon, she wondered if Sayndar was even still alive. Those rumors spoke of him also falling to the ore substance. She didn't like the sound of this. Rain fell as she hurried among the cobblestone path. You could hear the slamming of hammer and brick in the distance, the tower being built of ore and brick. Something was wrong here. Something was terrible. She didn't like the feeling she got. It was here she was pushed to the ground. Two elven woman wearing armor of Lyonesse stood before her. Sent out by the leader of Lyonesse themselves. Body guards almost. The girl peered at them as they smirked a malicious smile. A sword pointed at her neck, she grabbed it as the black blood spilt against the ground. Tossing the blade aside, she wasn't prepared for the fist of the other elf to hit her jaw. Rubbing it she tilted her head. The first elf showing a paper for her arrest. Seeing she burnt Yral to the ground the first time she was here. And they didn't want a repeat of the incident. However the girl wouldn't go so quietly. She stood and delivered a blow to the first elf's torso. She slid back as the girl with one eye continued her attack. She then didn't see the other one come behind her and grabbed her arms restraining her then. Shackling her arms together, they began to usher her to the prison to be interrogated.
  10. The winds blew through the large oak trees outside of the small apartment window, the leaves slowly fell to the ground as the sun rose from the horizon slowly. It's rays basking a light across the city skyline. The baby blue curtains lined the window blocking most of the rays of the sun from creeping their way into the room onto the black blob lying on the bed. One single strand of light made its way through onto the "blobs" face. The blob was a male named Victor Blank, he had the eyes of a killer sometimes while other times he could have the gentlest eyes anyone had ever seen. Followed by his eyes his hair was the other outstanding thing about him, it a deep purple color all throughout. Of course, it was dyed. He groaned as his eyes met with the bright light which wasn't helping him much with waking up from his slumber. "Ugh." he muttered pulling himself up from the bed and scratching the back of his head to notice what time it was. "Shit! I'm late oh no no no no no no." he threw the blanket off him seeing his alarm didn't go off and it was around noonish. He proceeded to throw on clothes his tie half on and half off as he darted through the door trying to make himself look presentable almost tripping over his cat Nickilo. Before anything else could happen to ruin his day he was out of the apartment building onto the sidewalk making his way down the street to a small cafe bumping into people on the way. "Sorry! Excuse me! Pardon!" he called out running across the street almost being hit by a taxi driver. The bell of the cafe rung as the customers looked at him his appearance looking terrible and messy. He ran behind the counter into the back throwing on an apron and fixing the tie and his vest putting a smile on his face. God this day couldn't have started off in a way better way.
  11. Cosanastre, the Holy City--Riva's pride and joy. It has stood for a thousand years, seen the rise and fall of Kings. Today it just may see something remarkable. The streets had been cleared, notices had been posted, every creature on the Alterian continent had been collected, and the Daius R&D lab raided for some new ones. At long last the time arrived to start the Feast. Gamblers, seekers of fortune, Regents and nobility alike, took refuge in the Cathedral overlooking the massive sector. The Lessers and those souls not fortunate enough to compete in the hunt or the games watched from crystal screens across the nation. The streets of sector 0 were empty, as were the rooftops. The hunters were afforded full scope of the city in their battle against the beasts. Each Hunter was individually greeted by a representative of the High Mason and afforded a prayer, blessing and any last requests they may have before the bloodshed began. As dawn began to fall over the city, streetlamps and spotlights flared to life—birthing a city of lights that shined brighter in the dawn of the morning than the stars against the midnight sky. Members of the legendary Hunters association stalked the city prepared to keep the peace, if necessary, while the Poor Sons and Justices guarded the elite and more fiscally minded individuals. A bare speck on the vast backdrop of the blood red sky moved atop the cathedral. The High Mason, garbed in ceremonial robes of ebon and crimson raised his arms towards the heavens and the Crystal’s light filled the city, projecting not only his voice—but an image of its chosen vessel above the city for all of Cosanastre to see. “My children,” Ocelot’s voice intoned. “It is a most auspicious day, for today we celebrate the King’s Feast! That fateful day when our Savior Riva rose up and liberated Alterion from the clutches of a tyrannical despot. Today we Feast and today we hunt in honor, not only of her bravery and sacrifice, but those of her followers and most especially of those innocent viciously murdered by the mad Winter King. This is a day where we remember the dead. We wish them well in the afterlife, for we know they are safeguarded by the light of the Crystal—that eternal beacon in the vast darkness of Xaengri-La. This is a day where we give thanks. We acknowledge the blessings poured upon by the Crystal and we Feast to remember the first supper celebrated by the Masonress and her burgeoning church. This is a day where we celebrate joy. The joy of living, the thrill of the hunt. The promise of gifts, prizes and the merriment of food, drink and togetherness. This is a historic day, my children. Today you may die, and the Crystal will guard you through that bleak night. Today you will struggle, you will toil against beast, monster, Demon and machine. But, above all else, today you will meet your destiny. You will face the darkness and know that the light of the Crystal shines upon you. May the light of the Crystal always find you...and let the King’s Feast begin.” On cue, carriages and cages opened across the city, flooding the streets with a variety of aberrations and monstrosities. The various waiting areas where the hunters had been corralled opened up, providing them access to the now wild Sector. The King’s Feast has officially begun. Original Art Credit OOC Notes RP SPECS Type | adventure; horror; science fantasy Classification | collaborative; canon event Combat | PvE—NPC Dice System; PvP—Disallowed Dramatis Personae Status Type | Open Activity | Active; 1 post a day minimum Limit | 24 hrs; subject to change pending # of players* GM | paradigm; subject to change pending conversations SYNOPSIS The King's Feast has officially begun. This thread represents the Northern section of Sector 0. Remember that the Sector's of Cosanastre are so massive that they are Mega-Cities unto themselves and walled off from one another. Posting may now begin. Happy Hunting. ...there's blood on the horizon. layout credit | paradigm
  12. The missive distributed had catalyzed a portent that, while seemingly no different than several in Terrenus’ past, had come at a moment tailored to the fancies and deep needs of those that sought a foundation worthy enough to support them. Boldly distributed to the masses, this lack of discrimination provided the perfect veil to cover the meeting that would be held within the embrace of the Patian industrial sector on this day. Whoever managed to decipher the location of this meeting was worthy of attention, though this attention could easily become warped and unforgiving. The burgeoning arm of industry that the Outsider had managed to conjure provided ripe opportunity for advancement but an even greater opportunity for those who preyed on the greed that it freely coaxed. Such greed was enough to convince one of the entrepreneurs to host an ‘advancement meeting’ supported by the promise of ephemeral exclusivity for the span of two weeks from a branch of their choice. So this is where the three pronged weapon given the symbolic name of ‘The Abaddon Triumvirate’ decided to conduct this meeting for the time being. The promise of the attendance of at least one of the triumvirs should have been enough to establish the importance of this gathering. Would it be the charismatic black knight or the artistic sculptor that would make themselves visible immediately? Nay. The third appendage of this triumvirate would be the first to grace the attendees with its presence. The current manager of this meeting oozed into the limelight, an almost gelatinous black liquid slowly coalescing at the head of a long table. The liquid pooled for a few seconds on the floor before elevating itself to a level that was several feet high. The room was simplistic in nature and nothing like the haven that Ker had established for them. Some of the attendees were likely to be fledglings within this organization so they would need to earn the honor of entering into their home which would only be bestowed should they prove how much commitment they had to the ideals of this organization. The conference room that would host this meeting, while significantly large with a seating area and bar, was mundane enough to avoid tickling those who would simply wish to leech off of the ideals and efforts of others here. Those who were here needed to be fully committed or at least willing to execute fruitful actions that would edify and bring them closer to their goal. Crimson spheres slowly emerged from the mass of liquid to observe whoever was already present within the room. Time would be given for annoying pleasantries and fellowship as the meeting would not commence for another hour. Though this marketing campaign that Ker had orchestrated should attract potential members with enough intelligence to decipher the location of this meeting, Agony was far more concerned with making sure the ones who would operate under his leadership were worth his time. The rigor of what they had to accomplish to even be present in this meeting would be sufficient to weed out the worthless and those of ill intent. The others who had already established themselves within the group would be presented with an opportunity to finally meet other members of this budding organization. The days of sparse operations and communication have been discontinued. It was a bittersweet development in the eyes of Agony who abhorred communicating with most but was now realigned into a role that would inevitably mean more social interaction and much more complexity. Even worse now was the temporary absence of Ker and Rodan, leaving him the ‘honor’ of the open address. Undulating black would remain immobile at the head of the table with the occasional shift of those crimson orbs. Each individual orb would move of its own accord, sliding across the black liquid-like mass that did not decide to take any form whatsoever just yet. The amorphous triumvir was infamous for behaving outside of what some would consider the norm. The few that have managed to survive encounters with him were still deprived of the stability that came with having a face to associate with the name. With his left eye focusing on the door behind him and his right eye staring across the long table of this meeting area, he would wait for everyone to establish their position before having to endure what would come next.
  13. Zenith Rue, SubHub of Absolon, Athentha 1678AY, 3 April Thursday, 12:00A.M Yazu sat in the carriage as it rode to Absolon. He placed his hands in his lap as he shook his head once more. He didn't understand the decisions made by all those involved. Two elders were dead by the hands of the princess. And he knew that even though she had decided to come back to the title, that it wasn't the case. The elders wouldn't just let some crazed beast take the land. At least two of them didn't and now they died. Now, the matter at hand. The girl herself. Yazu figured that she decided it was time to not be pushed around anymore. And though he admired her changing her tune, it felt like someone made her choose. Not the elders as he wanted to try and work with the girl unlike the other elders. Since Athentha was both their home, he wanted legitimate peace among it. Placing his hand against his temple, as he knew that Miach had created her for one purpose. He hoped to God it was not what he was thinking. And he had heard the downfall with the shaman. That he was lost and Yazu hoped that wouldn't happen. In all truth he was a key to helping the girl. The knights were assembling at the capital and there they would form some plan. However, he also knew the downfall of Sol-Morwenna with the twin Esben children. Yazu knew this was a disaster. As the carriage continued down the road, the elder wondered what would happen now. Who would come out of this unscathed? Who would win? Yazu had no idea what would happen. The elder sighed. It was time to get serious about this. It was time to either fight or die.
  14. He had intentionally chose to take the long route here so that he could see the sights of these lands. Many a rumor and mystery later, he had arrived andwelcome was ill received. Birds immediately took flight, a mass of earth tones and beating wings fleeting the area as he pressed on through the thick wilderness north of the Keep. A part of him would have preferred to not have to use these means but the King's presence often invited challenge----Which was odd, considering how imposing the man looked, and his reputation for destruction preceded him wherever he went. It simply wasn't in his best interest for that "ill-effect" to follow him here, and so, treking through the wilderness seemed to make more since, and provide him with as much cover as possible. Covering him...wasn't an easy task. At 12' tall, in possession of a wonderfully sculpted physique with impressive dimensions, and dressed as a KING would be, it was fairly hard to go unnoticed. His foot-falls while not intentionally so, had force to them. He may very well be as big, if not bigger then most of species of wildlife present in these lands, and these creatures reacted to him all the same. He'd have reached a ridge, where the elevation changes and goes lower, having him presently on high ground and from where he stood he could see the walls of the keep off into the distance, marking the final stretch of his journey was at hand. "Next time im going to jump here...." IN the moments passing that it would take him to cross the divide between he and the front gates to the keep those guarding the front would notice tree's bending and swaying and occasionally one or two being knocked down, if anything not on purpose but due to the inconvenience of his sheer size and lacking of a practice at manuvering when walking. He was accustomed to walking through anything that got in his way, its only the understanding that these lands were prized by it's ruler that he was attempting to show the respect it deserved in NOT doing avoidable damage. What he couldnt control however was how aany of the guards may have received this approach but would understand them being on way side of cautious, especially when the massive figure emerged out into the open, brushing aside the even more massive expanse of cape draped over his shoulders. With both hands where hey can be seen the King spoke in a deep, bass voice that was easily heard and equally clear, "My apologies for the tree's, but I am here to see your Queen..." with a pause, and now having audience with these guards at the front the sheer difference in perspective size would become even more apparent as the king dwarfed and found himself looking down on the sentinels present. "Proteus Rauz. The King of Taurus....seeking Audience with "The Red Queen" as I am told she is called..."
  15. Morgaine Le Fey stands as one of the most prominent Sorceress' of all time. Her reputation precedes her, as an individual she has accomplishments that have established her as an individual to not only fear, but respect. However despite all of this she has met with failure, failures that have left lasting impressions of greater magnitude then her accomplishments. At least in her eyes. Her betrayal at the hands of Felix Faust had saw to her entrapment within the mirror realm for a the better part of a century and since her re-emergence she has been on a path of redemption ever since. Going so far as to expend herself and her great mystical talents to acquire great artifacts namely one of her most prized possessions, the likes of which she thumbs through this very moment. The Eternity Book. A powerful mystical artifact formerly owned by one of the most powerful practitioners of mysticism and sorcery of all time--Merlin. Prized by others for it's contents. Powerful spells the likes of which few could even imagine, few like Morgaine herself who, smiles wide at the content before her eyes beneath that golden mask. Within the confines of her chamber, a Dimly lit castle domain. She was surrounded by aged granite stones, high ceilings, wide walkways and maze like expansions of a domain constructed by mysticism, surrounded by it. Here in Arcania, a sub astral dimension where she had only recently found residency. IT suited her needs. Secluded, and not easily reached and nestled between the planes of existence where neither man or god, or demon or angel frequents. Beyond these walls was nothing more then a veil of darkness, and she and she alone dwelled and ruled here. A single finger encased within a gold armor traced along the aged parchment. Her eyes following the tip while her lips silently mumbled the incantations. She practiced them, over and over and had been since she obtained this artifact as she sought to master every single one within. She had goals and aspirations. However she had limitations. Her actions had consequences, and an artifact such as this one doesn't go unnoticed. Forces would be gathered to get the book back and she hadn't recovered all of her might during her time here. Some or most of the spells within the book were beyond the scope of controlling in her current form, and so it had long came to the under-standing that the would need "Help" to obtain her goals or at least help in the form of a distraction. She needed to strike those that would strike her..before they could manage to do so. She spoke it...slamming the book shut in frustration. "I need a champion...." She'd stand and crossed her hands in front of her. Walking up to a well of knowledge before strumming her fingers over the still waters. "In order to gather what I need to prepare for what comes, my would be opposition...they need to be neutralized. It's I who should make the first move, but who..." The well of knowledge, in response to her question would begin to mirror the images of mystical beings, the likes that she could control or employ, but unfortunately had ties that weren't favorable. "The justice league has many ally's, as there are many would be mystics of the light that would seek to thwart me....and I don't want to garner the attention of any with similar aspirations of mine but more power....like Trigon.." She exhaled and turned to the one being that did exist here with her, an abstract entity, bound to this place by her spell, nonetheless a trusted advisor the likes of which she had kept alive through these means. "I require a being powerful enough to combat the justice league on even grounds, yet still be managed by my spells. Few being exists within the normal domains, and those that do are either allies with my enemies or their weaknesses are common knowledge to my enemies. I must cast a wider net..." And so she returned to the book where her practiced incantations grew louder. Her hands became alight with mystic anima which pooled into a gathered anomoly just meters before her. AS her words grew louder and rang out, the anomoly before her grew in strength and prominence as she began the processs of a 1"Summoning"....
  16. 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.
  17. 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.
  18. "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.
  19. (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.
  20. 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.
  21. 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.
  22. 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."
  23. (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..."
  24. 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
  25. Artist: ned-rogers Note: open to members of the military only Purpose Inspired by Daniel Sage's Base #33, the purpose of this military base is to serve as a central meeting hub for members of the military that want to interact with other soldiers outside of missions. Examples of the kind of activity that make the best use of this hub are: Rest / idle time going into, or coming out of, an active mission Practicing skills and maneuvers relevant to your unit Making use of specialized tournament and training fields for those wishing to spar, practice combat, work in teams, and so on. Practicing coursework in the library or with members from other departments to shift from one branch of service to another or to collaborate on mission intelligence Layout Bali's Bistro: A 10 mile march away from the base is Bali's Bistro. If the food in the mess hall is too bland or not alcoholic enough, visit Bali's Bistro for food whose "not free" price tag reflects an uptick in quality and alcohol. Barracks: Where the soldiers go to sleep! Communications Depot: Where soldiers can send and receive communications in any media, ranging from paper letters to holo-array projections, and can range from plaintext public communications to encrypted private and secret communications - basically players can send messages to one another through here Library: Since the advent of the Crook and its connections to TSM, this base offers public access terminals to TSM stored data. A smaller number of military terminals can be used for encrypted communications and access to confidential data. Mess hall: An attached edifice where a soldier can go to get their three square meals a day and chat it up with other soldiers. Food served only at 8AM, at 12PM, and at 4PM. Potemkin village: A small dummy village has been setup nearby for saboteurs to destroy and engineers to rebuild. Training fields: Specialized rings and fields for those wishing to spar or practice combat in simulated environments, both one on one and in small teams. Security It's a military base. Not interested in making this a combat zone but yeah, it's got defenses
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