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  1. Fed up was mildly putting how she felt. Akako felt like she had been reasonably patient, more than willing to help, and supportive of the Scarlet Queen. It was abundantly clear that Red Yusuke was more concerned about her personal affairs than the well-being of her failing empire and the people under its care. It would be a lie for Akako to so much as suggest that this wasn't somewhat personal. Koji's words from last week's hanami festival still lingered in the kitsune's mind. Red had neglected what she'd sworn to protect, and so the vixen had found herself at the whim of her now deceased daughter and the child emperor. This hadn't been the first time that Red had taken the daiyokai's benevolence and love for granted. Akako's pride was severely wounded, but she still kept her wits about her upon making this particular decision. The meeting had was announced, anyone currently in Port Caelum was free to attend. The powers that be had already given her permission, so this was just a formality. Unlike Red, Akako valued the input of the civilians under her custody. They would be directly affected by any shift in power, so they had a right to know what was going to be done and voice their concerns before it was made official. They hosted this particular meeting at The Capitol building, which was a modern structure that housed an auditorium which this meeting would be held and televised using the latest magitech. Two sets of double doors were open with two pairs of guards under Akako's employ standing on each side of the entrances. They merely observed people as they trickled into the auditorium. The interior design was black and gray monochrome with seating areas on either side of two aisles which lead down towards an empty stage. The room could seat 396 individuals, and due to the limited occupancy, Akako had contracted magitech technicians to record and broadcast the meeting. For residents unable to attend, they could watch from home live or later. The sun was sitting on the horizon as time seemed to crawl to the scheduled time for the meeting to start. Beyond the curtain, the daiyokai sat at a small desk set up for her and breezed through document after document rather than waiting idly. To her side, Aiyoku stood, her lilac colored eyes glazed over as she tried not to fall asleep standing. Screeeech! Aiyoku flinched at the noise, and she refocused on the daiyokai that was currently standing up. "How many in attendance?" came Akako's voice, curt and sharp as it typically was. The familiar turned and peeked around the curtain and saw that they were nearly at full capacity before looking to the Regent. "It will probably be over capacity, Akako-sama." "Good." Aiyoku watched Akako for a moment wondering why the kitsune had chosen to hide her preferred appearance and opted for the human one. While Akako was still ethereal and regal with her long ebony locks pulled back into a slick ponytail, the serpent familiar found that Akako was much more daunting with her nine-tails and more fox-like characteristics. Even so, Aiyoku knew that Akako didn't do anything without reason. There was always a purpose, a plan. It was likely that reason that the demoness had survived several millennia. A few minutes before the hour struck, Akako stepped out from behind the curtain clad in cream-colored slacks and a black silk blouse, her black leather stiletto heels clicking on the wooden stage as she approached the podium set for her. When she looked out into the crowd, she didn't smile with her lips, though there was a glint in her amber gaze that spoke of confidence and determination.
  2. THE MADAME LINDA LINDA What was it that always led her to come back to this broken land? Was it the wrongness then? Is it seeking respite? Perhaps a cure to what ails it? She never found any reason but one thing she was always sure of was that the place calls for her. The Whispernight calls for her. This time around, Kaurilia was her destination. In her search for catching one of the famed magestorms, she had found it prudent to start with the traces of the last recorded storm. Whispernight. Her only problem is the undead dragon that plagues this land. Its breath is mostly lethal, not to mention its size and bulky strength alone can easily crush a woman such as Linda. She's not one to shy away from a fight though and not even a dragon can stop her from attaining her goal.
  3. "It's good to have you back as our Grand Master, Sir Gerald." "Do not mention it, Sir Gamesly. I only wish things could be this way under better circumstabces." A somber tone was spread amongst the camp as they traveled to the village known as Carrot Hill. It was not a social call however, but an attempt to find the truth towards something that was very troubling to them. Rumors had been spreading, there was someone using the dark arts to disturb the natural balance of things and raising the dead from their final rest. Such a thing could not be tolerated by the paladins from the southern islands, and so it was their duty to find this perpetrator of Gaia’s eternal will and bring them to justice. It was a serious issue, but the problem was more complicated to solve. Whoever was performing these profane rituals was a mystery, as well as the people they worked for. In order to gather the information they needed, they had to go somewhere rumored to have been visited by this strange group. "Could a group truly be so evil if they do something like free an entire village of people?" Sir Lucario asked, uncertain of the morality of such a mission. "Perhaps they have good reason for such a thing?" "Or they could be earning their trust just to use them for a nefarious purpose, like killing them to create even more of the unnatural." Gamesly countered, and Lucario was quiet after that. "Scribe Jacobs, make certain to record that we do not have all the facts, but when we do, we shall act accordingly." "Yes, sir knight." "Let it never be said the Dogs of War are a prejudiced bunch." Gerald said, chuckling as they continued on their way to Carrot Hill. The group itself was large, but what they were searching for was by and far larger than they could ever imagine.
  4. "You want me to go where?" "We want you to go to the Full Deck and do a full and thorough investigation of the vessel. The military sucks at its job." "So lemme get this straight. You're going to pay me to gamble and fuck whores?" "Look Richard, I'm not telling you to go gamble and fuck whores. I'm just saying, go do a thorough investigation, explore every option, leave no stone unturned. If you end up gambling and sleeping with some guys and gals in the process of your investigation, so be it." Richard's head cants to the left as he looks at the F.I.S.T. director, about an inch and half of messy dirty blonde hair flops to the side. "Look, that last job was carried out by that cat who is a peacekeeper now. I don't know what you think I'll find." Richard is met with a dismissive shrug from the director. "Nothing good comes from Last Chance. Nothing good comes from gambling or prostitutes. It isn't a question of if they are dirty, the question is how dirty. Can we clean it up with a dustpan or do we need bleach? I don't know why you're arguing with me. If you don't find anything what's the worst that happens? You got paid to have a good time." Rolling his head back, Richard leans back into his chair to stare at the ceiling fan. Reaching into the inner breast pocket of his coat, he pulls out a cigarette from a silver cigarette case and a matte black lighter. Placing one in his mouth and using the other to light it, he takes a few puffs before finally looking back at the director. "You're right. I shouldn't be bitchin' about a good time." Pocketing the lighter as he stands, he walks a few feet past the director before coming to a stop. "You bought me a ticket, yeah?" "No. Buy your own, we will reimburse you for it later after you file a claim." The director responds, while turning to face the agent. Before Richard has a chance to protest the director ushers him out of the door of the F.I.S.T. regional field office. "Stay out of trouble, Richard." Approaching the dock a few hours later, Richard negotiates the throngs of people lining up to board the Full Deck. His trek ends at the ticket booth where a handful of tin pieces and a marked silver piece are traded. "Thanks doll." The comments made in parting. The depthless apertures of his eyes dilate, causing the bleak voids to overtake the brown irises allowing him to fully ingest his surroundings. There is a bachelorette party, a few businessmen, a lot of geriatrics, and about a half dozen other people that he can't place into any specific group. The spread doesn't surprise him and is by all accounts unremarkable. But, truth be told, a good front should be indistinguishable from a legitimate business. Crossing the brow onto the main deck he immediately parts from the herd, and works his way to the aft of the vessel. Upon reaching the stern he leans into the bulwark and peers into Casper proper. The city is haloed by noon light, but just past its limits the obvious signs of a stormfront can be seen. "Well, it'll either be gorgeous sailing or a vomit storm." His own comment gets his brain firing as he suddenly realizes he's never been on a vessel before. Shit, do I get seasick? Guess there is only one way to find out. As the last passenger boards, the gangway is raised and the Full Deck's propellers begin to churn up water. Within seconds the vessel begins to push off from the docks and then turns southeast to head out into the bay. Taking just a moment to appreciate the grandeur of the casino ship, Richard eventually pushes off from the railing to head into the gambling hall. It's time to finally earn his pay.
  5. Legacy of Requiem - The New Leaguers Prologue On this Earth, many things have happened, to the World's first Superhero, called Captain Shad, to an Arrogant Billionaire Assassin turned a Hero Bruce Morgan and to a Mighty Being called Magnus and his extraterrestrial homeworld, which was far away from Earth. One could say that this one has experienced quite enough, to the discovery of the Cosmic Twelve Beings called the Vestals and the Mad Vestal called Darkseid with his Kaethrani as an army and that other life forms exist on different planets. It would seem that Earth was no longer alone in the Universe so from that discovery, everything changed... These powered individuals would form a group called, the Destiny League. Which was once an idea to see if the world could bring powerful individuals into a team, so that they could fight the dangerous battles, that the humans never could. It was indeed a success but these Heroes did not know that they would cause other powerful beings to take an interest on the planet Earth, for Darkseid, the true enemy of Life, wanted to wipe out the entire Universe off of its life. He almost succeeded, for the half human and half vestal called Scar, the apparently chosen champion of the Vestals would stop him, which would only cause for the life in the universe to be only half wiped out. As the three long years would pass, the heroes would grief over their total failure and the ones that they have lost. But they were not without hope, because of Bruce's intellect they would discover the ability to travel through back in time, to collect the powerful Crystals, which was a device which gave the Vestals incredible power, they would collect them and come back in the present to undo what Darkseid did. But Darkseid was no fool, for he discovered the attempt to undo what he has done, because of Scar using the Crystals undoing what Darkseid did, they would then have the longest battle in history. The battle was indeed a long one and hard fought one at that, but the heroes would win, because Scar sacrificed himself and used the Crystals and kill Darkseid and unfortunately because not even Scar could use the unlimited and limitless power twice, which created the Universe, only Darkseid could have but that extracted a very heavy toll. Scar would die a noble death, his sacrifice would not be in vain, the same would go for the rest of the other fallen heroes....this was the story of Infinity Requiem but now a new one beginnings... Rules -No killing/seriously maiming other characters without player consent. -No metagaming or godmoding. -No auto-hitting; no auto-dodging, keep it real to some extent. -Please keep characters balanced, and avoid creating any Mary Sues. You can have a strong/powerful character, but they still need limits, flaws, and weaknesses. -While Players are not limited at how many characters one can have. I prefer if you have two-three characters and can play them well, instead of having five of them and are not fully fleshed out, so please keep in mind Quality over Quantity. -Please try to keep your character sheets up-to-date over the course of the game. While the Character Sheets on here are not a must, I prefer if you at least did a quick one so that I can get the feeling to see what the character is, what can it do and so on. It can be also very detailed but it doesn't need to, just tell the important stuff if you don't want to take your time. -While Superheroes are needed in this setting, I don't force you to make them be paragons of virtue and morality, but some good hero characters are needed for this story as well, so please keep the balance between Villains and Heroes, I don't want to see that there are too many Villains and no Heroes to combat them or wise versa. You can play as Hero, Anti-Hero, Villain, Anti-Villain and other affiliations. -OOC discussion will be kept civil and respectful, both in the RP and in the PM. I will not tolerate name-calling, insults, harassment, or anything else of the kind. -While it does not have to be totally PG-13, please keep it clean, no explicit content and excessive Adult themes, while your characters can swear, don't make it too excessive, keep it balanced and please keep it clean. If you want to have a romance, again doesn't need to follow the PG-13 Rule but it does not have to be explicit content like we are in a Pornographic Setting, so keep it to some extent clean and viewer friendly. -Please refrain from making OOC-only posts in the RP. -Other standard Valucre Rules. -Failure to abide by these rules can result in your removal from Legacy of Requiem - The New Leaguers. Information Now there are some things, I want to mention before we can get started. This RP tells a story, while you are free to roam around and create some side plots which can also be significant to the plot which drives this story. You can't just do whatever you want, kill my characters or something like that. You are free to roam around, but you wouldn't get to destroy planets or something on a planetary level, you must first talk with me to see if I agree with you and to see if it does fit in my story...which I can already say it won't happen, this Earth will not live another big fight which could possibly end the universe, because the world now needs to grow accustomed with the new heroes, which is you, the player so till then, there wouldn't be that kind of scale of battle, for the time being. Also, there are some races in my universe, for example, the Cosmic Beings which are the Vestals and live in a different reality called Vestalia, but sadly you won't get to play them because they are freaking powerful, you can interact with them but battling against them won't bring you anywhere because they are powerful and basically they have plot armor, and there will never be another Mad Vestal, Darkseid was the only one and now he is dead, thankfully. The Kaethrani, are energy beings with control over energy manipulation, so it means that they are killable but it is really hard to do so and they have no home planet they roam the galaxy and when they grow tired they go in their pocket dimension which is a place for them to rest. So I don't recommend doing one of them if so maybe a downgraded version of the real thing because these dudes can destroy solar systems if they want to. And they are basically viewed as evil monsters so yeah not good to get things started. There are also Devine Beings, which are practically what the Asgardians are, that's what Magnus is. The differences are that they can have wings, interact with humans, live on planet earth and do not have a shady past. I don't have anything on you doing a Devine Being character, also known: Angel, Angelic Being. But I'd like if you would talk with me first to come to an agreement and see where this might lead because there is this Homeworld called Zuerus, which is a huge planet, it's earth 15 times the size so yeah. And there is this king called Allbeing Omen who is the father of Magnus. There are also meta-humans, of course, you can play them since they are not that powerful but I do recommend to keep them balanced and not too op. There is also a bit of John Wick/Assassin's Creed references around here, but I am not looking for that, for if I would have, I wouldn't call this a Superhero RP, but if you want to play as one, let me firstly know and we'll see what we can figure out. So you have a lot of room to experiment with, create any character you want, except for the Vestals and Kaethrani, because come on, no one likes battling against powerful beings which can take supernovas any day of the week. So you are free to experiment just let me know what kind of character that is, send me the link of the character sheet, again it does not need to be overly detailed but the most important stuff must be there so I know what characters you are playing and so that the other players will know too. Also, I have my share bit of characters, so I'll be sure to do my character sheets so that you may get the idea who they are, what have they done, what can they do, personal stuff about them and so on. And if you have any questions about the Homeworld called Zuerus and anything really, ask me in the OOC Thread and I'll gladly to respond to you. Also, the story takes place in America, and some heroes may live in different cities but their DL Tower would be located in New York. If you want to sign up your characters with a link to your sheets, here it is the link where you can tag me and post them so that I may take a look at them: The Story It is the year 2040, for the past decade the world has changed, technology has evolved beyond our expectations but the Cities still remain normal, there are no over the top cities, it mainly remained the same over the years but technology has improved significantly, it surely did not stay the same after the Cataclysm which wiped out half of the Universe's life because of Darkseid, but because of his death alongside Earth's Greatest Protector Scar, everything returned to normal. At least, so it would seem because some of the heroes have fallen in battle and died and others have retired and now the people of Earth are still trying to recover after the past three years since they won the battle against Darkseid, the World was not in chaos but it was in dire need of new heroes, to protect them and save them when need be. The Fallen Leaguers are: Scar, Bambu, Voltex, and Logan. The Retired Leaguers are: Shad, Reyes, Jade, Katrina, Falcon, Mike, Vience, James and John. The Remaining Leaguers: are: Bruce, Magnus, Spider-Man, Jack, Nathan, and Doctor Mercy Earth has lost some of its protectors, be it retired or by death. But fear not, because Bruce now the leader of the Destiny League and the others would guide you the player through this story. They will be there for you and serve as a mentor figure, it was time for the New Leaguers to appear to take the place of the old ones so that they one day could rest on a grateful planet, but the real question is, are you ready to take that kind of responsibility? what are you prepared to do? will you be a Villain? Hero? something in between? one which only fights for himself? it was time to figure those questions out...
  6. TheBluSlayer Ω

    Ares

    Ares is a kingdom of Valucre.
  7. With each step Ashton drifts further into a fog of scattered iridescent light. The chill of the moist night air leaves his damp skin riddled with bumps as he fights the urge to shiver. Although lost in every conceivable way, he feels an odd sort of contentment about the situation. In fact, if asked, he might even say that he could die happily here. Swirls of faintly glowing mist, imbued with defused greens, blues, and reds, dance around his limbs as he negotiates the streets and sidewalk. Although, at a glance, it might appear that he is moving with purpose, it isn’t truth. Rather, the redhead’s path is aimless, his destination unknown, and his true purpose is lost to all, to include himself. And although this city is very much alive, even at the peak of night, and the streets and walkways are so laden with people and vehicles that there is scarcely an inch to spare, Ashton has never felt more at peace. The organized chaos is calm, the city and its people are a well oiled and efficient machine, and although he doesn’t belong to their system, his presence doesn’t disrupt it. Midway through an intersection, Ashton disappears from the crowd. A second later he’s at the top of a two-floor diner just beneath a holographic neon sign. Vermillion irides gleam against the aphotic sky, like two molten orbs superimposed against an oil bath, as he watches the rhythmic flashes an airship’s lights lazily pass overhead.
  8. On Far Away Shores They drifted for a while. Between space. Between time and existence itself. Within that vast expanse of nothing and everything where Great Old Ones slept for aeons and universes were birthed from the smallest and most nanoscopic events. They drifted through that void for what the mortal mind could not truly perceive, for there was no time, there was no sense of self, no sense of what was and was not. Only the inky black rift where they did not belong, and within those final moments within the primordial cauldron of creation. A bright flash of light expanded outwards and once again consumed those few either forever blessed or cursed to of gazed upon that which made and unmade the multiverse of worlds and lives that for the briefest moment was creation experiencing itself one life at a time. Light soon gave way to sound and the first to be heard would be the snap and shock of lungs filling with air. The waves of the ocean gently ebbed and flowed onto our travelers to return their slowly awaking senses back to them. Scents of salt and the warm touch of the white sands under the morning sun aided in breathing life into them. What they had experienced in Sigil, the blood and fire had almost seemed insignificant to a few of them. But for others, gazing into the abyss came second to what drove them forward in life. It came second to her. Black leather glove covered hands sluggishly gripped the white sands, the fine grains slipped between her fingers. Gradually the pain and soreness of her body flooded back to her brain and a slow groan exited her lips when the warm ocean waters pushed against her small frame. Within a few minutes she began to stand, a futile effort at first. Falling to the ground on more than one occasion, her wobbly legs found their strength and there she stood. Miss Blonde. Her eyes opened and what she saw was the fruit of her labors come to pass. Her men lay scattered across a beautiful beach. Some in worse shapes than others. What caught her eye afterwards was the Air Ship the Cardinal marooned on it’s side, damage heavy to its outer layers and more than likely unable to fly anymore. Most likely this beach and the ocean it lay partially in would be it’s final resting place. A cool tropical breeze whistled past them and the palm trees rustled with each gentle gust. It was a familiar sound, one that she had heard a million times before. With one final look forward, she was once again brought to her knees. Not because of the exhaustion that set deep into her bones. She fell due to sight of it. A mansion that had been left to rot unattended to be beaten by tropical storms months without any care or upkeep. But it wasn’t any abandoned seaside manner. It was a home. It was her home. Normally with a sharp wit and a silver tongue. Words had failed Miss Blonde. She wanted to scream, to cry, to celebrate, to weep and jump for joy. But rather a soft exhale of air left her lungs as she stared it for a short length of time. Blonde needed to compartmentalize those emotions right now. She was here to do a job, she was here to save her children from the enemies she had made in her rise to infamy in this galaxy. So her mind got to work, and the first thing was that Wynona was going to be very very pissed. Perhaps to the point of violence. Blonde knew the woman was smart enough to realize that she was probably Wynona’s only ticket back to Sigil, but after what they had just experienced you couldn’t be too safe. Therefore she armed herself with the weapon at her side. The next bit of business was triage. Evaluate who could keep going and who needed medical attention immediately. Checking her watch, they had little more than fourteen hours until the spell linking their bodies back to Valucre faded and they would either be stuck here forever or have to find another way back that could take years. But Blonde was not cruel, she would not keep pushing these people after what had just happened. Approaching a downed man from her team of operators, she filled his body with a bit of healing energy that caused him to perk up. Slowly he came around and she put a hand gently on his shoulder. ”White, it’s ok. We’re home now, but I need you to get the others on their feet. Any one who is wounded get them to the backyard and call the medical droids to examine them. Everyone else bring them up to the house and tell them they have two hours to sleep, eat, and rest. I’ll go see if the MREs and rations are still good. When you find Jack tell him to meet me inside. I’m sure he’ll be up in a few moments.” Giving the man a hug afterwards, she once again rose up and stumbled her way towards her home. There was work to be done and before they moved forward with this operation. They needed to focus on troop welfare. Two hours wasn’t a long time, but it was what they had given the circumstances they were in. They had arrived, and now the real battle would begin. @danzilla3 @The North Wind @vielle @Djinn&Juice @Trigger2Red @Turquoisie @Fierach @Thotification @notmuch_23 @SteamWarden @Metty
  9. The lands of Genesaris looked the same from where Zio stood aboard the ship, the Pathfinder. Its hull was made with reinforced wood and metal and it was armed to the tooth with cannons and a large sail. Atop was an unmarked flag. The skies were orange, it was dawn and Genesaris´ beautiful sun shone with a brilliant orange light, illuminating the waters and the approaching coast. The winds were fair and the sail was long, but gentle. Fortunately, the storms had avoided the Pathfinder´s course, but Zio knew that his luck would run out soon. So, as they approached the shores of Izabal, he heaved a heavy sigh of relief. His silver hair blew gently and his blue and silver armor shimmered in the dawning sun. His bow, an ornately designed Steel Bow, hung across his back, adorned with his similarly designed quiver and arrows. He made his way to the front of the ship, where the captain eagerly steered her along. His steps drew closer as he approached the similarly dressed captain. Zio: Captain, how close are we? He asked, sternly looking across the oceans of the Orisia Isles. Captain: Heh, with me at the helm, we will be there by high noon. If I may ask, what´s the rush? Zio crossed his arms and simply responded. Zio: Unfinished business and I also have to meet some old friends of mine. The captain abruptly stopped speaking and tended to the ship. Zio went back and made his way to the crow´s nest, he needed some time along to ponder his thoughts. He hadn´t been in Izabal since the era of Kayden Arghest who long since died in one of their last tragic battles. Bandits, dragons, knights, the city had been through hell, but Zio didn´t come for too much excitement, just a meeting or two and he would be sailing back to the Faraway Kingdom of Nol, or so he thought.
  10. To the Southwestern border they visited the City of Martial Town, had it been up for grabs or not was uncertain. However, the relatively close proximity of it being near the Glen sparked enough interest for Him of Crows to take a glance at the Cyberpunk City and evaluate it as he thought fit. While the town was a diverse one in many black marketed trades, usage of illegal technologies and not to forget the rumored Way Gate something Choisel could have gained in favor against His opposition. This city once thrived or so rumor had it. Even with it’s military they could not stop the high rates of crime, conflict or strife. Poverty and unemployment was something perhaps the Kronos could overturn, manipulate, and alter. So, His visit though to much of his preparation had been short in notice he did not travel with the entire Coven this time around as he had in Tia the Copper City, no. There would have been too many prowling eyes, lurking in the shadows. His objective required little to no attention, the streets were hot already. Yet, that did not worry the Patriarch of the Glen, it would have only thwarted His timely fashion of things. A few days had passed since their arrival. Slowly, Leinhart and Tatia infected it’s streets with Choisel vitality. Outbreaks only took twenty-four hours to change their victims no matter the race Elven, Dwarven, Orcish, and the most favorable of all the Humans. From an abandoned apartment building on the outskirts of the Core they operated attacking those off all social castes. Leinhart discriminated nobody the rich, the poor, the old, the young. However, their activities were carefully planned atleast for now taking captured hostages back to the chambers of the rundown three-story apartment building, some of which were killed there. Carcasses strewn across the suite they resided temporarily. So far, maybe twenty citizens had been turned and another fifteen were killed out of thirst from their feeding. Mind you, it had been nearly five decades since the Pureblood fed directly into the flesh of the living and he could not resist any more temptations. Drinking blood bags was sufficient, yet as an evolving lich, eating away at the souls of His victims went a lot more beneficiary. Ingesting the knowledge of His fallen foes, in which those from Martial Town provided Him the necessary information of it’s layout and surrounding areas. It was in that alone Leinhart had obtained an understanding of the land, that and what little given from the local vampyre in the region of the Glen whom also were familiar with the Cyberpunk City. It was also true that once the infection had spread even if it was only in a single victim .... the virus was contagious. In essence, all that was needed was a single person to infect another, then another, and that person infecting another ..... this was, a chain reaction. A highly effective route of maintaining a low profile with his Countess Tatia. Feasting directly from the Blood did however, put Him of Crows into a state of feral mind he could never return from. The true monstrosity of his undeath has unfold and he was back, like he never left. “My love, Tatia. Tonight we shall visit the Purple Penguin nightclub. It is a less policed area of the city, as so our informants have told. We shall mingle with the people there, lure them in of course with enchantment as we have ..... only to continue to spread our vitality amongst them as we have these streets. Dress yourself, accordingly, alluring as ever if you must my beautiful Countess.” While He was rather less elegantly dressed in these parts Leinhart still clothed himself in a scarlet tailcoat with matching slacks - he assumed the role of a successful business entrepreneur for identity. Safe to say, he played the position well. His long, wavy cascades of ash black hair fell to his hips and his eyes did not revert to their Goldenrod color - but remained icy blue behind the shade of his dark Armani tints. Standing in the doorway of the lightless living room, he glanced towards Tatia once again and delivered a tender kiss upon her forehead with thinned lips. A free hand went slapping towards her soft ass as he pulled her close taking in her immaculate beauty as if this was the last time they’d spend together. It was true, He seemed to make little time for Her yet, unintentionally. Yet this was also true, that tonight was going to be worth wild should he make it up to Her. @Eternity
  11. Located within the crossroads leading out of Casper toward Hells Gate, the road taking the unlikeliest of travelers across the path of this quiet establishment. Tucked upon the edge of the Moonwood, the glowing lights from the four story building would call to you, beckoning you closer. You're tired, your muscles ache and your belly growls with hunger. You find yourself moving closer as your curiosity grows stronger. What will you find as you approach the edge of the darkened woods. The dark wood stained building slowly comes into view now, a set of massive double doors stand before you as you ascend its stone stairs. A wrap around deck on the outside of the main floor would allow one a glimpse through the windows inside before entering its warm glow. The floors a soft brown wood, the hardwood finish giving off a warm glow from the hanging chandeliers. Along the walls rested a series of booths, with dark brown tables and crimson leather seats. A series of smaller tables lined the center edges of the room with a small dance floor in its center. The largest of chandeliers coming to rest above the center of the room, its crystal reflecting the light of the candles dim glow from above, dancing across the finish. As you enter, the smell of roast beef and potatoes becomes so heavily apparent that you can almost make out the seasonings across your tongue. Your mouth may begin to water as you suddenly feel the need to quench your thirst. As you approach the bar, met with crimson leather covered bar stools. You'll stand face to face with a glass wall, its mirror finished back adorned with a variety of different beverages ranging in color, proof and size. To the left of you is a set of black saloon style doors, leading to the kitchens where the cooks were no doubt busy prepping that evenings main meal. You are greeted with a beautiful looking blue haired creature, the bartender and waitress of this tavern a likely npc, for she will greet you with a smile, introducing herself to you as she hands you a page with the establishments menu. Placing a coaster before you, be it at a table or the bar, she would say her name is Kyla, a quiet girl with cat like ears and a sleek orange tabby tail. Having made sure you were comfortable, she would disappear to get your request, so you choose to make one. She will go on to explain to you how the establishment has been around for hundreds of years, how its protected by an unseen magick that prevents its walls from being destroyed. With lilac purple eyes and a soft hand, she would point toward the photo of a man. His portrait resting on the wall, framed in an intricately carved wooden frame. This man has silvery hair, his eyes a deep crimson red as a black dress shirt adorned his pale broad chest. The name plate at the bottom reading "Uriel" the only indication of its founder. She will explain to you how there are rooms upstairs, free of charge so you choose to rest your head. And with a nod of her head toward the back door she would smile. Explaining how long ago there had been an abandoned train yard tucked within the woods, hidden from a dying age that had once been used to host many a great battles. Its iron gates stretching some fifteen feet high, covered with ivy. If you decide to stay, she will hand you a key-chain with a single skeleton key and a room number, pointing to the stairs to the right of the room. She will leave you to your devices then, moving off to preform some mundane task around the establishment Welcome to the Crimson Blood, a wayward home for the misfits and murderers. A revitalization of a previous time.
  12. Syncopy

    Unforeseen

    The tang of metal and the scent of molten flesh upon the air was just the beginning of the raid on every human sense imaginable. The overwhelming heat that radiated from the flames, driving back what was left of the Emperor's men now stood on the precipice of defeat. Bodies mangled and shredded against toppled rocks, the stink of their bubbling flesh clogged the nostrils and had those with weaker constitutions, spilling their stomach contents to the ground, in the midst of sword deflections from something they could not fathom. The reek of decay that the smog bore -- the ghastly apparitions that emerged only to swing long, jagged blades of ebony, fed the mind death and fear -- a haunting, demonizing mindset that left mortals immobilized and useless. Blades knocked from hands and bodies cleaved in twain, the fog of war advanced until little remained. The emperor's men were being slaughtered like cattle in the butcher's pits, as he stepped back further. "All is lost, Father. You must retreat." A young man's voice crossed the threshold, as a winding iridescent whip lashed out and into the darkness. "Ignium." He whispered and the coil of text, scrawled across an outstretched limb seized the end of the whip in the midst of the battle and exploded with an ivory inferno that decimated a radial section of the mist. It's abhorrent screams recoiled from the light of the mage and hissed violently. The smoke dare not billow within the man's reach -- and yet how was it to know the extent of the power it dealt with. Avitus turned to face his father once more, "Please, My King. You Must!" "And where will run? This demon -- it spawned from the heavens and descended upon us like the fated rain of the gods ... we are not long for this word, my General." The man's ivory hair clung to his neck and face, splattered with blood and sticky with sweat from the onslaught. He moved back into the room behind the throne, followed by his son and a half-dozen guards left with shields -- though as they exited, the fog advanced once more. "Then what are we to do, Father?" "You..." The king's emerald eyes sparkled with a sadness that only a Father who knew the end was near and his son may perish in this unfortunate battle, "... you must live, my Son." "I will not leave you, my King!" The fog poured into the room, having consumed what was left of the guards blocking the path and a fiery crown of death lingered in the midst of the mist that leeched across the ivory marble floor. The young man quickly put himself between the death and the king, and his body radiated with a pulsing light, so bright that the demon's hand and weapons lifted to cover what might have been a face, in attempts to shield itself. Avitus' mind quaked, diis exaudi ... "Integumentum." His voice was a whisper, but the barrier that was unleashed from his body consumed every inch of the walls within the room, cascading and crushing any part of the demon between the barrier and a wall. With a plume of ash, the screams and bellows could be heard outside of the ivory room, and weapons thumped against the exterior with little to no avail. In the midst of turning, Avitus felt the strange wyrdflow from his father and turned to see a void within the man's palms and the king whispered, "I thank you for protecting me... and now it is my turn to protect you." "Father! No---" The orb expanded, consuming the youth, and with it's snap -- out went the light. The king knelt and smiled softly, "Long live the king..."
  13. Genesaris. He never thought he would be returning to the continent again. A wild and prosperous land full of beasts and magestorms, living was a daily challenge for the denizens who called Genesaris home. Soap MacTavish had called Shrine City his place of belonging once, a land shrouded in darkness from the lack of technology and geographic location, until the crowning of the Emperor brought in necessary resources and raised the era to one of enlightenment. Although proud of Shrine Cities progress, Soap would not be returning home anytime soon. Nah. Instead the Artificer headed toward the Carmine Dominion in search of work and somewhere to call home. A funny word, home. The definition in the dictionary describes the word as somewhere a person belonged, where they can relax and feel comfortable. He exhaled, transforming it into the rough shape of laughter while his hand raked through his orange hair. "Fucking unbelievable. A place to belong. I have never found such a place before in all my years of searching, and I doubt I will find it here."
  14. On the terrace of a rather posh cafe, Yineffe passed her gaze over the displays below. Mageside City was lively, people everywhere. Academy students mostly, fresh-faced youth hustling about, carrying tomes and hawk feathers, cracked spice and crystals. She took a deep breath, shifting herself carefully. The bazaar was below, loud, lining the alley with hooting stall-keepers. The drinks were a draw. The cafe served her favorite mint flavored tea, but she was really there to watch the local painter practice. He was a fascinating creature. She had been in the city for a time and she had seen him labor over his creations like the world beyond him did not exist. Wearing an navy smock, sat at his easel, his brow crinkled in concentration. He painted beautifully exotic tradesmen and street performers. His face was clean shaven and his light-colored hair was clipped. He was middle aged, Yineffe surmised, the sweeping brush stokes of his work suggesting seasoned confidence. Artisans were highly thought of in her clan, creativity a rare and desired gift... “Handsome, don’t you agree?” Yineffe whipped her head up, catching the eye of the older woman who stood near her table. “Sorry?” “My husband,” the woman pointed, pulling out the other chair. “The painter?” Yineffe felt her face twist in embarrassment. The newcomer was dress in a tight grey pant suit. She was a much older woman, plump, with dark eyes and thin wrinkled lips. On a short leash she ushered two dogs around. Both stood on stick-thin legs and had hair gathered at each joint in odd little puffs. Yineffe frowned, clearly a vanity breed. “I’ve seen you poking around the public portion of the academy library.” The other woman spoke, sitting elegantly across from Yineffe with a pleased sigh. “You’re trying to study magic, aren’t you?" Yineffe glared over the rim of her cup and arched a brow. “Who are you?” “Leanna Bontavia, dear.” She spoke her name like Yineffe should know it. “I’m an administrator for the academy. I have been for years...” With scarre few words, a waiter delivered a white cup and saucer to their table. Bontavia took the teacup in hand and flipped her greying hair with pride. “I can get you some free training with a professor or two. If you agree to aid me.” Yineffe nearly choked on her tea. “Aid you how?” Bontavia wet her lips, thinking. “My nephew and I had an arrangement,” she explained. “I front the money for his startup company, a distillery, and he sends me 60% of the profits.” Her eyes flashed in anger. “I was receiving the money right along, until a few weeks ago. He just vanished. No one can find him.” “I have a sneaky suspicion,” she continued, “that he didn’t start a business at all and that he was sending small portions of my own money back to me instead, and pocketing the rest!” She patted one of the hounds heads at her side. “I want someone to track him down and return my money.” Yineffe paused, looking down to the bottom of her cup through her clear tea. “I do not know you. Why ask me?” “I’ve asked several people thus far, you are the first stranger. I think my nephew is paying off my friends and family in exchange for their silence on the matter.” Eyes narrowed, Yineffe considered the offer. Finding a well connected man in this city could be complicated, more so if he had any magical skill. She knew the very basic layout of the city, enough to survive, but little beyond that. Seeming to sense her hesitation, Bontavia reassured, “it shouldn’t be very difficult to find him. He stands out. Just convince him to return the money and my academy resources are at your disposal.” “Alright...” Yineffe agreed, although hesitant. “Great!” The other woman grinned. She took a pad of paper from her purse and scribbled a few notes on it. “That is his name and addressed of his supposed business." She said, handing off the note. "I suggest you start there.” Somewhat bewildered, Yineffe stood, shuffling on her coat. Bontavia stood as well and offered her hand. Yineffe tentatively shook it. “Good luck, dear...”
  15. Caspian Mountain Ranges - Final Fantasy Character - Vito Summon - Floki Background Ambience (If you so choose) - Link Quest - The Ouread Cargo Raid The Ouread was a well known mountain range, it's crescent landscape scattered with caves and other yet to be discovered mysteries. The day was gloomy, the sky letting out a gentle rainfall. The sound of the rain echoed throughout the mountain range, complimenting the beautiful scenery. In between the two mountain ranges was a small lake, providing water to whatever life manages to survive the harsh landscape. A strong wind rippled it's surface and blew debris around, sending a shiver down his spine. He sat at one of the many peaks, waiting. Despite what surrounded Vito, he wasn't here for the scenery. A raid was about to take place. 'They should've already made their way through here an hour ago, typical lazy smugglers' He pat his mount of the back, even Floki was growing bored. The vessel was an airship that traveled through the mountain ranges, the course of which Vito had been monitoring for a while. The airship was used to transport cargo between Blairville and Norkotia, the contents of which are questionable. Vito had learned from members of the gypsies market that the contents included illegal narcotics, and potentially may also include smuggled criminals. While these maybe rumors, the suspicious flight path seemed to reinforce these accusations. No legitimate business practice would use such a dangerous method of transport, unless it had something to hide. The plan was simple. Board the ship, kill the crew, steal the ship and sell its contents. A simple mission which boasted the possession of a new vessel and potentially the acquiring of illegal goods, something that would sell well on the black market. "Where are you guys? I grow impatient, bring me the goods." The raider whispered to himself, clenching his fist in anticipation. Suddenly, a small vessel appeared around the corner. A wooden bow peering into sight. A small chant was just audible over the winds, three crew member stood on the top deck singing and drinking. A lovely sight to most, but an easy target for Vito. He brought his mount out of sight, ensuring the ship would not be able to see him. He lay waiting for the ship to come into sight, ready to pounce on his prey from above.
  16. 'Something happened in the mountains,' he said, voice echoing across the halls of dreams. Across from him, he watched the elf nod, her eyes dulled with sorrow and worry. Instinctively he reached forth, his eager hand crossing the space between them like a falling star streaking the heavens. Here he can't feel the lush curve of her cheek or the warmth of her soft skin, but his mind conjured the sensations, and it was the next best thing. 'I don't know what yet. They shouldn't be so ... active." She leaned into the welcoming palm, finding home within the callouses freckling his palm. Within these halls, they work the magic to help bring life to memories, like the warmth of his touch and curve of her cheek. They are real, yet they are not - it's a difficult thing to paint. For them, it did not matter, not when there is so much to be said in just a matter of hours. It is too easy to get caught up within the winding maze of their dreams and memories; the temptation to stay can be an alluring song most can't fight. 'They will figure it out, Harshal,' she said with conviction that made him think she was telling the truth. 'We have our mission; we can't abandon our post.' And when she turned her face, she placed a familiar kiss on the palm of his hand. It made his skin crawl, causing the song of dreams to beat louder and louder in his ears. The day they parted ways she had done the very same, and now it was replaying before him, causing him to suck in a deep breath that did nothing to quell his nerves. Elves of his homeland kissed their closest friends palm as a farewell to one another; a representation of companionship that would stretch for years to come as they are now bound together. And she had linked him to her, their friendship forever safely harbored in the palm of their united hands. He missed the smell of spices and smoke wafting through his room; he yearned for the voice of his mother's singing while she baked. The sweet familiarities of a mundane life made him eager to return to the tall mountains of his home, abandoning this mission. 'No, you don't.' 'No, I don't,' he replied, forgetting that it's easy to hear someone's thoughts if you're not too careful. 'Don't wait so long to speak with me, okay? I worry.' 'I promise.' That promise pushed him back into the world of the living, his brief moment of hesitance making the reunion of soul and body a rough one. Startled awake, the large knight rolled roughly to his hands and knees, the biting morning air causing him to shiver. He has visited the halls every night since he and Shanti departed, hoping that he would meet her there but time stretched into months, and he began to give up hope. They both are connected to the heart of their homeland, so it wasn't much of a surprise to see her there in the halls with the same feeling of dread as himself. The mountains of the Flame Court are alive for reasons unknown, creating a danger that is just as mysterious. Blinking away his dream, red eyes focused up to the sky, noting the mix of colors of early morning spread above them. The journey hadn't been a terrible one, almost pleasant if he's to be entirely honest. He turned his attention to Jal who slept close by (their bedrolls next to one another) and heaved a sigh of relief - he was the pleasantness. The knight had almost fallen to the temptation of staying inside his dream, and it was worrisome; seeing Jal made it clear that he had truly returned to the real world with only a slight touch of the halls tainting his mind. "Creator give me strength," he growled, hauling himself to his feet. Harshal began the morning routine quickly, wanting to feel the chill of the morning, smell the sweetness of the world around him. This has become a habit during their journey: Harshal began breakfast of eggs and bread, wait for Jal to wake up, eat, and talk around the fire before setting out. They've had their fair share of interruptions with beasts and bandits, escaping each moment with only minor blunders. The decision to go to Temple City was made after one particular little struggle that left them with only half of their supplies intact, and he knows he can handle a few more weeks with just the minimum, but he was not willing to push such struggles on his friend. After breakfast, he would don his armor, for now, he wears simple travelers wear that made it much more comfortable with sifting about their small camp. While separating the rest of their food in equal measure, he kept his eyes on their surroundings, noting the sandy hills and minor vegetation. It was quiet, and it raked his already raw nerves.
  17. You and a group of people are tasked to acquire an extremely powerful artifact from somewhere, but as to where you will be going is still unknown. During the beefing, you were told that this mission was tasked to you by your superiors as a test run of a new technology that has been created. This technology was from a project that had been going on for a few months in the dark. You and group members are the first people outside of the lab to know about this project. It was code name "Project Tempo" and its goal was to utilize a new found temporal space called "W". This space has a few proportions that the scientist have only started to harness. They said that small tests on mice have shown positive results, but prolong exposure in "W" can have adverse effects on the physical body. Following this was a short clip on how the terminological equipment works. In the video, there were 4 distinct electronica l devices in the shape of wrist bands. it almost looks as if it were made of cloth. The first one was strapped to a rat over its wast. Connected to the band was a wire with a button. what the button was pressed quickly the rat became a pail semi translucent blue. same for the 2nt band but rather them blue its red, and the 3rd with Silver and finaly the 4th with a soft Green. "As for what you will be capable of in said "Temporal Space" is what we will be testing" The director of the mission beefing mentioned, "Now any questions."
  18. Decadence in measure cannot oft be maintained; temptation, whilst adamantly resisted, is a cruel and cunning mistress whose lips whisper bittersweet truths. Who are you to deny this birthright? Vacant words tantalize the recesses of her thoughts and weigh the edges of a pale smile. The path she gleaned free of travelers allowed monsters to pervade the sanctity of her solitude. The voice so unceremoniously brash held no gender, though she heard it in both her father's and mother's colorful intonations; he ever the melancholy whisper and she the flicker of black rage. Raw emotion seeded in her heart and bore fruit, and the nectar therein coursed through her veins with each thrum of her pulse: uncontrollable rage tempered by icy calm. Her existence was an enigma-- to be born of both creation and destruction, of order and chaos. With the rustle of nearby foliage, her attention tore from those invasive thoughts and she was bequeathed a momentary reprieve. Who are you to squander this power that we have bestowed? The relief of absence was fleeting, for then returns the whispers carried by the warm breeze. Eyes of toxic green, wreathed in a halo of long, luxurious lashes, redirect their attention to the task at hand: she was looking for them-- both of them. Not long ago she felt a heaviness plague the land that has long since dissipated... but was still sensed. Soft fingertips caress the bulky leaves of a nearby plant, thumb taking care to gently caress the struggling bud shrouded by its fuller brothers and sisters; with an audible sigh, the foliage blossomed at her touch, stretching itself full and surpassing even the hardiest bloom. "So this is where you've escaped to Xintylin, Colvin... a land bereft of me." [Enter: Tziporah Arenios]
  19. (Hello, may I join the roleplay please?)
  20. “What do you suppose it means to be alive?” The words carry across the room with no destination in mind and drift past countless other people caught in their own conversations. Old wives’ tales would have him believe that conversing with himself is unhealthy, a practice whose practitioners are mentally unfit. He, of course, knows better. Anecdotally, he knows that conversing with himself helps him think and forces him to better weigh out the situation. Beyond that, though, he’s aware of the fact that in many fields people talk to inanimate objects in order to help them problem solve. People don’t need someone to listen to their problems, they need to hear their own problems… they need to admit that they have a problem. And so he sits in a café, conversing with no one between sips of coffee. “If all we feel are electrons repelling one another, and nothing truly touches, then my entire perception of touch is false. Likewise, my eyes only observe two-dimensions but my brain fabricates a three-dimensional image, I’m not actually seeing. So, what is real?” The cup is brought to his lips once more, only for him to realize it is empty. “That’s…. poetic.” He stares blankly at the empty husk, something barren and devoid of substance. A kindred item that parallels his feelings. Setting the cup on the table, he slouches down and then plops his head onto his forearm. Canting his head to the left aligns his face so that smalt irides encircle the ceramic flask that he longingly wishes to refill. “I’m unhappy.” Although in truth there is no difference between talking to no one and talking to a cup, it does make him feel a little less lonely. “Being alive, the fact that perception and reality are all fabricated. These are trivial things. Regardless of what the truth is, it changes nothing… and I know that. But it is a lot easier to worry about something that I can’t actually do anything about than to admit that I’m miserable. It’s easier to distract myself than deal with my problems.” “Problems like an empty cup?” Pulled from his musing, he glances up at the server, who looms… no she isn’t looming. Looming is ominous, she is anything but. Although there are hints of dark circles, partially concealed by makeup, beneath her eye, her eyes are bright and friendly. The upward pull of the corner of her lips and the arches of her eyebrow give the impression of a perfectly pleasant person. Although the pitch of her voice is elevated, it is within the range of what might be taken for friendly or maybe interest. His eyes slip from her face and back to the table. “Not interest, amusement.” “Pardon?” “Your eyes aren’t dilated and your cheeks don’t show any indication of flushing. You’re amused because I’m practically laying on the table. I suppose I do look a bit ridiculous right now.” “Well, just a little. Customers usually don’t lay on the table unless they’re drunk.” “I’m not.” “You’re not?” “I’m not drunk.” “Well Mister Not Drunk, can I get you anything else. Maybe a pillow and blanket?” “There is no situation to defuse, you don’t need to joke. I’m not embarrassed. Although, I could use another cup coffee, please and thank you.” She remains still, long enough for three or four blinks, before finally heading back toward the counter “What in the name of Gaia just happened?”
  21. A small side story began by @ianthine and myself, Anyone is welcomed to pop in It had been atleast two nights since her fateful meeting with the priest. It was an uneasy feeling to the demi-gorgon having lingered so long in one place. She was used to constantly moving, --always escaping from imagined hunters she anticipated could be after her any day now. --but things were different now, --felt different now. Things had changed inside of her and thoughts of a deity that could watch over and protect her soothed her anxiousness. Still her wandering feet, scarred with miles of dirt road, had taken her to the outstretches of the farmland just at the base of the hill. Her mind and body were at odds, muscle memory compelling her down the long stretch of dirt road. --but she wasn't leaving... she just needed to stretch her legs, didn't she? It was a lie she was telling herself. A sore feeling panged in her chest. She was a coward-- Halting in her mindless walking, her grey eyes caught a speckling of blue in the lush green fields that flanked the road. She crouched near the edge, looking at the tiny cornflower colored buds. Five healthy green sepals held eye fetching blue petals aloft, --bright yellow nestled at the center of each flower like a precious jewel. Slender fingers outstretched to graze the soft foliage. It was simple things in nature that made her feel at home. The rural town she had been staying in was loud with life. People going about their days, hustling and bustling. Xildara felt out of place here, and not only for her startling appearance that overcame her at night. Daytime held some respite for the woman, luckily her features remained humanistic during the day, but there was still an odd animalistic air about her that seemed to draw attention. A soft chiming caught on the breeze drew her attention from the tiny flora. Xildara glanced down the road, intrigued by the soft tingle of metal upon metal. --what she saw made the woman blink in disbelief. Familiar bronzed features and long burgundy hair that fell in dark waves shivered memories to the forefront of Xildara's mind. "Teha...?" The name fell from her lips in a whisper. Down the road, coming towards her sauntered a figure she had seen once before in her life; when things had become their darkest. Golden eyes punctuated a stern yet stunningly beautiful face, which was supported by a strong and graceful frame. Her eyes held the same luster as the golden trinkets decorating the woman's wrists, neck, ears and bottom lip. The woman regarded Xildara with cold eyes and nodded her head in Xildara's direction politely but continued on without an ounce of recognition in her features. Xildara's eyes welled up, hurt at first, but she suddenly realized why Mateja had acted as a stranger. Mateja had never seen Xildara in her human form. --of course she wouldn't recognize her at first glance. Mateja seemed to be headed for the village of Coth, leaving Xildara with an uneasy decision. Staring back at the long lonely road and then towards Mateja's slowly shrinking form; Xildara decided this was a sign and turned to follow after the woman. She wasn't sure what she'd say to Mateja, or even if she should tell the nomadic woman the truth, but Xildara knew she had to meet her again, in some way--
  22. Modern Illusion: Unusual World
  23. The forest was quiet, the wind soft against the trees causing only the most subtle of stir and wave of branches. Sitting in a large clearing Rabbit let the cool air fill his lungs in one deep breath, the winter air was only just turning into spring and the harsh chill of frigid air still lingered heavy in the Moonwood alongside the blossoming of the forest's rebirth. Rabbit's ears rotated on top of his head in response to the soft sounds of his long time home, but in those sounds was also a painful silence - the Dryads were gone. They had already taken the gate to the spirit realm, choosing what the fairies before them had chosen; to abandon the mortal realm and all it's growing changes. Rabbit could not follow them and though he had struggled with it, he knew today was the last day he could delay; today would be the last day he remained in the Moonwood, the only place he had ever known. Standing up quickly Rabbit's garish attire stood out like a sore thumb in the subtle green and browns, the patterns and colors blending into a bizarre but fitting appearance for the unusual creature that Rabbit was. His 'name' told the story of what he was in many ways, standing five foot nine inches Rabbit was a bipedal white hare, his large pointed ears making his height appear even larger and adding to a sense of unease he exuded to those who weren't used to seeing him. In ways he felt wrong, but in others he was very inviting - to peer at Rabbit was like peering at nature itself, beautiful but also dreadful. Turning on his 'heels' Rabbit stalked toward a game path he knew lead beyond the borders of his home, his twin swords dangling at his side filling the forest with the soft jingle of loose metal in motion. As he went creatures big and small offered their goodbyes, the normally elusive denizens of the Moonwood saying a silent farewell to their constant protector - they too felt the melancholy of his departure and the loss of the Dryads, and while the animals lacked the means to truly express it they felt compelled to see Rabbit one last time. Deer stood beside wolf, hunger and territorial disputes left aside for the loss of their Knight. "The Moonwood won't fall without me, I am but one." Rabbit reminded them as he walked, his somber expression not hiding his regret for leaving them unguarded. A part of him, the largest, considered simply staying in his home and fighting to protect it as he always did; but he knew he could not. His mothers would never forgive him for remaining when told to leave, and he had a feeling the Moonwood would function fine without him as it always had before his birth. As quickly as the woodland creatures had arrived they also vanished, returning to their constant struggle against the Moonwood itself and each other in turn. With each soft step he grew closer to the edge of the Moonwood, his mind focusing with clarity in turn. The world was vast, and the Moonwood would be just one place he would remember fondly in his lifetime - a lesson his mothers hoped to pass to him, to experience what the world had to offer and decide for himself if it was a place he wanted to be. The trees cleared all at once, and Rabbit for the first time viewed the wide plains and sights of Terrenus and felt the weight of the journey on his shoulders. A whole new world lay just beyond, and the excitement had Rabbit's nose twitching with anticipation and excitement! Adventure awaited! Location: Western Edge, Moonwood, Terrenus Destination: ??? OOC: (This is an Open RP, feel free to take part and bring your own stories!)
  24. ~*~ Ten miles outside of the boundaries of Tia ~*~ Kyra looked worse for wear as she walked into her tent only to find several people sitting with in the tent waiting for her. It looked like the whole Nichole Family were sitting in chairs and watching. Each of them looked rather tired as if they have not slept in days, which was partially true. Kyra recounted how they took a stand outside the gates of their school. They opened up the school and took a stand against the darkness that was plaguing the city of Tia. However it was overwhelming and more powerful than Kyra could ever imagine. On top of that, a deadly virus/infection was weaponized which caused the deaths of countless Tian brethren. Perhaps it was the goddesses watching over Kyra, but she knew it was time to leave, and thus the school fled through the underground tunnels of the school. They accepted as many refugees as they could before they sealed the entrance doors. The group composed of students and refugees fled for what seemed like hours, running at a quick pace. Behind them they heard hard thuds and shifting of the earth. Not knowing what it was, the adrenaline kicked in and the fleeing party ran faster fearing death. Once they reached the open air, the refugees did not stop, for Eleria, Daughter of Selena sprouted her wings and flew forward, becoming a beacon in which the group could follow through the darkness. It wasn’t until another ten miles that they finally stopped in order to catch their breath. Ironically as the massive group of people traveled it seemed as more people who were fleeing the city began to intertwine with the traveling party and nearly doubling their size. Kyra set up several medical stations and began running magical tests in order to clear new applicants to their groups. Those who were infected where frozen by magic and reinforced by protective spells until they can find a cure. The problem however was no longer the virus, but the logistics of the situation. Kyra did not have a way to feed this many people. Sure they had supplies that several hundred people carried, but it could not feed tens of thousands of refugees. They needed help. Kyra had ordered several dozen of search parties to travel out into the night to hunt wildlife for food and forage as much as they can. The students began utilizing their magic and created homemade shelters for people to sleep in to provide some protection from the outside weather. However their magic was limited and soon they grew tired as well. Something had to be done. “Kyra. If we don’t decide our next course of action, many people will die. We cannot allow this to happen. If what the reports say are true, it is possible that we are the last of Tian culture as we speak.” Natalie did not make eye contact as she leaned back into her chair and closed her eyes. Kyra could tell that Natalie, for a powerful as she was, clearly was spent. Her mana levels were extremely low and even her reserves were becoming scarce. “I understand that cousin. The people need to rest, and while they are doing so, we need to come to a decision. Where do we go? Who will take us in?” Kyra looked around and waited for some suggestions. “How about Last Chance? Sure it is a town of dangers but a town none the less.” Eleria said softly as her tired eyes focused on the task at hand. “We cannot go there.” A familiar voice spoke as a Drow entered the tent. Nim’Ruin was a mage of considerable talents, and was the only male to be recognized by the family. He however held an annoying personality but Selena found him to be as loyal as Drow can be. “The Black Witch is within Last Chance. With as tired as you all look, perhaps it isn’t the best thing to have to contend against her magick when we aren’t one hundred percent.” Nim’Ruin spoke in a rather direct tone. Eleria countered as she smiled at Nim’Ruin. “No one has seen the Black Witch in years. We cannot head to Hel’s Gate either for Shekinah is there hiding. Even if these women are family, I rather deal with the Black Witch over that Lich.” “Be respectful to your elders Eleria.” Nim’Ruin said softly as he waved his hand. A map of Terrenus laid upon the table. “Last Chance and Hell’s Gate are off the table. We cannot subject these people to the ways of Last Chance and we won’t be able to protect them against the powers lying dormant there. Yh’Mi is also off the table. The Matron is there as we speak, and there is some interference with her magic. She is weaker there, and thus the rest of us will be extremely weakened as well. I say we start looking to the west. There is Casper, Ignatz, Dougton, and Weland.” “All of those places are heavily guarded and we have no idea if they will even take our numbers? True, they are all Terrens but as we travel I am confident we will pick up more people. We need somewhere far from the center of politics and somewhere where it is safe. Perhaps Baizo Isle?” Kyra said curiously as she touched the top left portion of the map. “A town called Aspyn seems to be the further port from where Tia is.” Nim’Ruin nodded slightly. “Aspyn from what I heard is a newer city. That however is a long way to travel We will lose many people.” “We will lose many people with us standing idly by. We will announce our intent and those who wish to travel with us can stay. Those who wish to go to other cities are free to leave. I however think that people will opt to stay then to venture the wilderness alone. We can stop by Dougton on the way and rest, and then head to Weland and then proceed north. We can send emissaries ahead and inform them of the fate of Tia and ask for aid while we are passing through. Until then, Cam’Mia can travel to Biazo Isle with Nim’Ruin to inquire about if they will accept us.” Kyra turned around to look at everyone but it was Nim’Ruin who spoke up again. “Shall we offer them our school?” He said softly as he met eyes with Kyra. “If they will have all of us, then yes, we will offer to relocate our school and knowledge there. We cannot betray the trust of the people who are with us. We have to find them a home. Thousands of families depend on it.” Kyra said in finality as Nim’Ruin merely smiled. “I suppose our Matron was wise to leave you in charge Kyra. You are sometimes the best of us.” He said quickly as he bowed and stepped out of the tent with Cam’Mia following right behind him. “This is going to be dangerous and long.” Natalie said in passing as she stood up, stretching out. “We cannot leave these people to die.” Kyra said as she stared towards the tent’s exit. “No…No we can’t. Get some rest Kyra. You will need it tomorrow. I’ll head out to secure the perimeter. Hopefully the hunters come back soon. “Natalie breathed deeply as she left the tent, leaving Kyra behind to her own thoughts. Kyra, the woman in charge of the Nichole School of Magic sat by her cot and nearly placed her hands over her face. In all of her years alive, she had never felt so much burden upon her shoulders. She had been to wars upon wars but never was she in charge. She could help but wonder what will happen if she failed? What would happen to her students? Almost all of them held massive potential and if she led them to their deaths, it would be horrific. Kyra definitely needed help and soon. @amenities Summary of Past Events: The Nichole School of Magic fled Tia via underground tunnels after helping thousands of fleeing citizens. They are looking for a home.
  25. NARRATIVE - THE DRAGON AND ITS SHIP It was not the first undead dragon to make its way to Kaurilia nor will it be the last. The dead city perhaps has something that attracts these excessively large winged reptiles, these needlessly large winged reptiles even go so far as to make the city their humble home. What can this elegant yet necrotic scaled beast of death and destruction want with such a lifeless city? Perhaps no one can tell. However, that is not the point of this story. Going back a few hundred years, there was a ship. Not just any ship but the rumored Godhand. It was a thing of beauty but not even the most beautiful and majestic ship can be immune to the curses of Whispernight. And so, one fateful stormy night, as one such grandiose airship happen to pass upon the rumored dead city of Kaurilia when one of the rumored undead dragons seemed to have developed a fancy for such a glorious object. What can a winged reptile get from a flying airship? Not very much but that did not stop the scaly flying monstrosity from charging at the poor thing. Perhaps this was the last time the airship was seen, at least from Genisarian eyes. It plummeted down to a nearby mountainous region, one that was close to the dead city of Kaurilia. It laid there on that unknown ground, forever lost, forever forgotten. The ship is still in good shape all thanks to its incredibly durable build but with no one to pilot it, it is now just a waste of space and with that undead dragon guarding it, will it every take flight once again?
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