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    Read Before Posting Tavern of Legend OOC Thread When you're ready to leave the TOL and explore Valucre, check out these transition suggestions The Tavern of Legend is a jumping off point for new members, a sort of sandbox where new members can play with other new members while getting used to the site. This is especially useful for those new to online role-playing in general. Only those registered on the site for 90 days or less, or Mentors, can post in the ToL. This 90 day limit is designed to provide a time for new members to get acclimated while also giving them a gentle nudge towards role-playing in the rest of the forum. We strongly encourage participating in Tavern quests and activities as a starting point, but this isn't required and a member can leave the ToL at any time. The getting started guide can assist you as you go forward. The water cooler is a good place to check out when you're ready. You don't have to read the whole thread. Given the amount of new members that get funneled into the ToL on a regular basis, members aren't expected to read dozens or hundreds of pages. You read this post to get an understanding of the tavern, the last few posts to get a handle on what other members are doing, then you're free to introduce your character in whatever fashion you deem fit. The Tavern of Legend is an RP forum that is quasi-canon; nothing here is canonized as 'world of Valucre' lore, but its internal canon is consistent. Note that the tavern also "heals itself", so that things like holes in the wall and accidental fires won't affect the overall aesthetic. What you do in the ToL can be referenced later on in other RP threads within the world of Valucre. Any quests you complete for the Tavern that take place in canon lands can be canonized as well. At this time, the “staffing” has not been as hands on as it was previously (we got busy =/) but in time, we hope to make this a more regular part of the experience. While you are here, you can take on RP quests with less rigorous requirements than that typically found through the canon boards, get some help with learning T1, work on increasing the length of your posts (we have a 120 word minimum in canon boards) and get into the swing of how we do things on Valucre. This is also a place to meet up with other new people who might feel shy and want someone to make friends with early on. This board will be watched regularly, to ensure that people are in fact leaving posts that have content - we do not ask for much (just 20 words!), but we want worded posts (no emoticons) and no OOC stuff. That goes in the OOC section. Posts that fail to meet this requirement will be removed. Repeated infractions will lead to losing access to the thread itself. The Tavern They say the road to the tavern was once a nondescript journey, traveling through nothingness until you happened upon a quiet little hamlet out in the middle of nowhere. Farmers would wave, children following a short distance behind, curious as to your origins and intent. Only, things have changed now. You travel through lands scarred by fires and death, through an atmosphere of despair laden with only the slightest traces of hope. Burned down buildings are as common a sight as are the rats and vultures still searching for morsels. At this time, people still bury their dead- and there is many, while others hurry to get back within the cover of what remains of their home. Eventually, your journey leads you down a dimly lit path, finding that night has come upon you faster than you first expected. You come to a location said to be the corner of all existence, the point between the world of Valucre and all other possibilities. There sits a quaint structure, small and unassuming. It is only one story, hardly more than a shack, and certainly nothing like what was promised by those claiming to have once stayed within its walls. The paint is peeling, the sign is careworn and faded. Perhaps you feel cheated, having come all this way just to find some hole in the wall that gives only a welcome home to drunks too far into their cups to notice the difference. Still, there is an inviting smell coming from inside, a welcome change from the smell of death you left behind. Perhaps you should enter then, and stay for a drink or two. Even if this tavern is not what was promised, a drink and a hot meal would do you some good. But alas, the Tavern is all that is promised, and more. It reaches high, higher than you could have even imagined, the ceiling reaching hundreds of feet above. Layers upon layers of rafters fill in the gaps, where some patrons sit, served by a young man who traverses them with ease. Down below, the sprawling layout reveals a tavern with more than a dozen corners (each with its own table), despite the improbability. At the center of establishment is a large stage, where bands of bards play and leave- their lineup and styles as random as anything could be. Along what could be called the back, a long bar stretches out, ending at a doorway leading to the kitchens. Also in the back are stairs leading up to an upstairs that cannot be seen from here, and a door that leads down to the storage basement. Staff The staff is varied. Some are transient, coming and going within a few days, and others are permanent fixtures of the tavern's setting. Some are from the world of Valucre, and others are wanderers from further off. The only constants in this ever-shifting tapestry are the core staff members who manage the tavern itself, each serving their own special function. Attractions Recurring Wait Staff Young Attractive Barmaid: Early 20’s, Green eyes and chestnut hair, with a noticeably large bust. Her name is Gwen. Young exhausted Barmaid: Just out of her teens, always looks worn out and haggard. Smaller frame on top, but generous hips below. Her name is Beatrice. Young scrawny barmaid: New on the job, looks nervous and eager to please. Often speaks in a rehearsed manner, quite rapidly. Tiny, but looks healthy otherwise. Average looking. Her name is Clair. Young man with dark skin and bare feet: The Rafters server, as nimble and acrobatic as an ape in the jungles, he was hired for his abilities to assist those patrons with difficult logistical seating placements. His name is Tova. Man in his mid-twenties, blond, frequently scruffy. Rather friendly, a bit boisterous at times. He gets along well with anyone, and is known for flirting with the prettier customers who don’t come in with obvious attachment. His name is Fjorn (pronounced Fee-orn). One vacancy. Polite, middle aged man: Dark hair, normal build, a hint of silver at the temples. Polite and efficient. Named Clarence. (Died during last event) Young woman, late teens or early twenties. Caramel colored skin, dark hair, light violet eyes. Silky voice, foreign accent. Died during last event.
  2. "Come one, come all! Seek fame and glory in the first annual Creature Cup!" A man called, holding brochures. "Reward awaits you!" In the city of Serapis a blend of magical creatures, machines and humans walked on the sidewalk past the man. He wasn't the only advertiser here. All over the country there were posters, billboards and announcers advertising the tournament. If you read the brochures the colourfully dressed advertisers gave you, you'd see a map with the arena marked. The Arena was a coliseum sitting in the centre of Serapis- impossibly large (due to some magical tinkering) and housing vast amounts of spectators. If you decided to sign up, you would walk to the Arena, entering the main doors. By the door, you can see a sign saying PLEASE LEAVE LARGE ANIMALS/CREATURES OUTDOORS OWNER WILL BE RESPONSIBLE FOR ANY DEATHS/INJURIES CAUSED BY SAID ANIMAL Here you would see a sitting area with marble pillars, snow-white walls, and numerous works of art lining them. In the centre of the room are many couches and cushioned chairs, with various men and women waiting around. At the opposite end of the room you would find a large doorway, locked. Next to this doorway is a counter, white like the rest of the room, and behind this counter are two women and two men, dressed in pristine suits and ties. When you walk up to one, that person will stop clacking on their keyboard and look up. "May I help you?" Once you tell them your request, your clerk will swiftly pull out a contract and a pen, let you sign it, then take it back. "Take a seat, please. We will come to you when we are ready."
  3. Ivas didn't really know what was going on. Apparently everyone in the city was being summoned into taverns to listen to some sort of emergency meeting or something. That worked fine for him, since he'd already been sitting in this tavern anyways when it happened. All he knew was that a few guards nearly broke the door down in their haste before showing a veritable flood of people inside, so many that it was nearly standing room only. The guards had taken up residence behind the bar, talking in hushed tones while the large crowd that had been summoned chattered away nervously, mostly trying to figure out what was happening. Ivas had only here to Isore as a stepping stone on the way to Eneraith City, much farther to the north--when word reached the other continents that true dragons had returned to Elendaron, he knew that he just had to see for himself! Eneraith City was the closest major settlement to the Eneraith Mountains which the dragons were said to have flown down from. "Whatever this is, it better not keep me from traveling!" he complained to himself. Two of the guards appeared to be going over some kind of register while doing a head count of the crowd, occasionally looking pointedly at certain individuals and marking something down on their parchment. "Hey, what're they doin'?" Ivas asked the nearest random guy, standing up and tapping him on the shoulder. "Probably confirming who's a magic user in this group. They checked you at the gate, right?" "Oh, yeah! Jeez, this place sure is weird about magic!" The man shrugged. "Heard a hatred of it runs in the Exarch's family. Maybe a wizard cheated 'em one time or something. I ain't a mage, so it don't affect me none." "Yeah, me neither. It would be really annoying to have to go on that list they keep!" When he'd first arrived at Isore's gates, the guards there had done some kind of test on him to see if he had actively used any magic in the past few weeks. The test came up weak enough that they let him without issue, but a few people ahead of him in the line had been declared "active mages" and had been led into a back room to undergo some sort of briefing or something. Ivas was lucky that all of his magic was in his sword, not him, and the only magic that got into his body was like the little connections used to talk to Edge, or whatever. The guards had said a lot of fancy sounding magical babbling stuff like that, Ivas didn't really understand it. He didn't really understand magic to begin with, other than Edge's magic, that was. All he knew was that it blew stuff up and that was wicked cool! He supposed it made sense that a government would be worried about having human bombs walking around in its city, though. The boy decided it was high time he figured out what was going on here. Drawing Edge from its sheathe, he softened the blade until it resembled a river of slithering quicksilver rather than a solid sword, then sent that mass of liquefied steel out in a small stream along the floor, weaving it around and in between the other people in the crowd. Once it got up close to the bar, he could hear some of what the guards were saying through it. "--hear what happened to the knights from that patrol? Only two of them survived, he said. Their armor was all ripped up like it was paper. Captain still don't know if they'll last the night." "What? But--only magic could do something like that. Did our archers not give cover?" "It wasn't magic, they said. They said it was men on little dragons the size of horses, like those ones they got in Seinaru Forven. Wyverns, I think he called 'em? He said their weapons just tore straight through the armor like it wasn't even there." "Really? That can't be--not our armor! What kind of weapon could do that?" "I don't know. Hope it's just crazy talk....." That was certainly an interesting conversation, Ivas thought! Before he could catch any more of it, though, the apparent leader of the guards nodded to the rest, and then clapped his hands to call the room to attention. Silence descended immediately as Edge's blade snaked back into its proper form and shape. The guards went on to explain that a large army was approaching from the west, and that many travelers or outlying farmers were already dead or missing. They had reports that the host's soldiers frequently killed anyone who wasn't theirs on sight, and if they didn't, they took them prisoner. They were making a beeline for Isore, and it had been determined that their goal was likely the conquest of the city. The crowd erupted into sounds of panic at this, but the guard did his best to quiet people down and maintain order, talking over the din. "This is an outrage! Who would attack Isore unprovoked like this?! What banner did they fly?" a man near the front of the crowd asked. "A black drake rampant on a red background. Do you know it?" "That's no house of Nar Oeste, is it? A drake--is it an army from Eneraith? But it can't be!" "No, Eneraith's colors are completely different. We don't know the origin of this army. As best we can tell, it came out of the area around Vosh. But it doesn't look anything like their army." "Vosh..... could it have passed through there after coming out of the desert?" another person chimed in. "Where in the desert would an army of this size assemble? There's nothing out there but Oasis City, and that place is just a barren pit of scoundrels and monsters. It doesn't matter where it came from; what matters is that by nightfall, we'll be under siege. By morning we'll know if they plan to take us by storm or not. If we're lucky, they'll try to take us by patience, and help will arrive from Hodra. If we're not lucky....." The guard's voice trailed off. "So? What are we all supposed to do?" a young woman asked him, which seemed to snap him back to attention. "Yes! We're preparing emergency housing near the palace. These men will show you all the way. You need to get whatever you can carry from your homes and be in the palace district by nightfall. That's the only way we can give the civilians any real protection. If you want to stay in your home and try your luck, you're free to do so, but I wouldn't recommend it. Also....." His eyes narrowed slightly and he swept them slowly over the crowd, as if he were searching for a particular person. ".....Any who are able, the guard calls on you to assist in the city's defense. You'll be rewarded to the extent that we are able. No one will be forced to fight, but if this foreign force keeps up its brutal ways, you may simply be slaughtered if the city falls. So please, you're not just fighting for Isore, but your own lives as well. All who will take up this call: Raise your weapons!" "Ooooo, me, me, pick me!" Ivas said, nearly jumping at these words. There was no way he could keep traveling to see the dragons if the city was attacked--definitely had to drive these guys away, he thought! @EpicRome23 @Mag @NuclearCommando @Wade @V1L3 VILLAIN @Maltior @Metty @B2BBear
  4. The halls of Tazarek were buzzing with activity, a mixture of bodies both tall and short sharing space as Tazarek's first official Magitechnological Expo began. Emmasaries had been sent far and wide through the lands of Terrenus, the Dwarven people taking a chance to open their gates to the world around them, an act of great significance to the typically isolative people. Tazarek's Representatives had taken great care to not only provide a warm and inviting environment to the foreign folk coming through but also to keep all involved safe, a bolstering of security on all fronts looking to deter any threats to the Expo and its attendees. Stretching from the great gates keeping Tazarek separate from the outside world and into the halls proper, one could see a line of presenters, many coming straight from the Dwarves own land, an array of outsiders also being allowed access from beyond Tazarek's borders to show off their wares. Further in, closer to the city itself, a checkpoint consisting of Tazarek's finest Hobs was set-up, Dwarven soldiers within the ranks of the Army, providing support within the stronghold proper. With the purchase of a temporary pass, those from outside the stronghold would find themselves able to travel into Tazarek's city, a small entourage of guards escorting folks inside and about while the hustle and bustle of the expo moved forward.
  5. Nestled at the base of the Drydth Cascades a castle had slowly formed over the span of years, people would come and go being paid to work towards the construction of this massive establishment. Many lost to the heat and brutal temperatures, and the occasional beast attack the castle could be seen by those who would venture towards the Drydth Cascades. Landscaped gardens grew the most exotic flowers known to the area, ponds; streams and carefully placed ruins of the family castle were built into the environment giving a peaceful place to rest. Occasionally the garden would house rarely seen beasts of Elendaron, although they wouldn’t really pose to much of a risk to the lord of the castle. Whispers of the new arrival of the nobleman would start to spread through the lands, also with the tales of the man being a demon of sorts. Although his history would be unknown to this new land, it gave him the opportunity to start a new life. Since the death of his parents he was left to continue the lineage of the Sithis family, although his sister would be lost to him for a time. With the hopes that there was a new established home, Raven hoped Eternity would return to him. Thousands of years have been pressed into this man’s life, and now it was time for him to take up the banner that belonged to his family and become known to the ruling families either as an ally or an enemy which only time and experience could tell what would become of his status among the Noble lines. - Found deep in the new castle Raven could be found at a large table filled with candle filled candelabras, papers sitting in front of him with writing from top to bottom. The smell of ink would linger in the air, as a feathered pen was gently held in his right hand. Leaning forward he would blow lightly over the fresh inked markings on the letters, scooping them up into his hand he would start to thumb through each and every one of them. Looking over his right should a man dressed in common servant clothes would step out of the shadows cast by the candle light. ”Sir?” Holding the papers out, he would gesture to the man to take them from him. “Edward, please take these and send them out to all of the noble families.” Setting down the feathered pen near the ink well, he would close it carefully not to spill the black liquid over the fresh finish of the table. Edward would hold tightly on to the papers, looking down at them then to his lord. “Invitations?” Pushing up from the table that he had sat at for hours, he would turn his red gaze to the well-dressed servant. “Yes Edward, we are to have a grand dinner to announce myself to the nobles of this land. I must find some way to show them my support, or what have you. “A faint smile would appear over his face that seemed emotionless to Edward. “It is time that I take my place among my fellow nobles, as my father would have urged me years ago if he were alive to do so. I can no longer deny my purpose, I must find a new lady or lord of the land to serve.” Nodding in agreement with Raven, Edward would turn away from his lord and make way to the small desk near the entrance of the room to slide the invitations into envelopes and seal them with the wax seal that contained the form of a wild flame. Leaving the invitations in Edwards hands Raven would leave the room to make his way towards the main hall of the castle, looking up to see the flags of the Sithis family hang high upon the walls between the windows that climbed the walls high in the stone. The Sithis Nobles will live again, we will be prosperous.
  6. Elendaron's Skyport was, like all Skyports, noticably busy. Even in the torrential downpour that blotted the skies and earth alike. Inside, however, the passengers and travelers were cozy, dry, and most importantly, headed elsewhere. People of all kinds milled about here, in garb ranging from the bright, fashionable colors of the Alterion sectors, to the polished steel of Genesarian heroes. Men and women from Terrenus dined in peace, chatting about this and that while just outside of the food court, a small troupe of vagabonds asked for change from passerby. Here and there, the distinctive khaki-colored uniforms of the Skyport wandered to and fro, either on break or en route to their respective positions. One distinctly colored figure didn't move at all, however. A pretty young woman with sharp facial features, dazzling blue eyes and a head of neatly trimmed blonde hair waited idly in one place. Pinned to her navy-blue uniform was a simple tag that read simply 'Cid', and next to that was a well-polished badge, labeling her as a Game and Fishing Officer. Next to Cid stood an easel, sporting only a small whiteboard with the phrase "Kaantus Contract" on the front. At the moment, Cid watched the crowds passively, a small smile on her face as she patiently awaited her company. This wasn't her first time in this scenario, after all, and she quietly pondered just who would be arriving to help her in this latest, and possibly fatal, hunt.
  7. This was Elenwen's world. Not metaphorically for once! Absolute blackness was the only thing she could see; this deprivation of her visual sensory input was accompanied by a matching deprivation of her hearing. That was just how things went when one had a thick sack tied tightly onto their head plus a blindfold and a gag on top of that. Elenwen even had some herbs stuffed up her nose so she couldn't identify her surroundings by smell. Had to be extra super duper sure that she didn't know where they were taking her! Well, technically she did know that. Slaver's Enclave, of course! But she wasn't supposed to know where exactly that was, just that that was where she would end up. Weird that they were so careful to make sure the slaves didn't see where they were being taken, if they were never going to get out anyways..... but Elenwen knew better than anyone that sooner or later, someone always escapes. She taught those stupid Gaianists that not too long ago when they thought she was their slave! But no, Elenwen didn't want to be the slave of some horrible holy priest person, so she decided to trade that out for the real deal, for being a real and proper slave. The foremost of the five brutish men escorting her yanked on her leash as she started to fall behind, causing her to trip over the chains binding her ankles together and stumble forward awkwardly, barely able to keep her feet beneath her. Behind her, another of the men slapped her across the back of the head, while a third took a pass at her bottom as she shuffled past him. Elenwen dutifully gave out a muffled cry of shock, happy to play the part for her depraved captors. It was the least she could do after the wonderful new clothes they dressed her in--a sort of leather suit that seemed custom-fit to show the maximum possible amount of leg and cleavage while somehow still covering most of the rest of everything else, save of course for an also-bared midsection. She'd overheard the men sniggering to themselves about how they took off some naive female adventurer who thought it was actually supposed to be functional armor, and now they dressed up potential sex slaves in it to fetishize them to customers. Elenwen had to really struggle not to let out a giggle herself when she heard that one. She might be crazy, but even she knew the difference between a breastplate and a "breast" plate! --- @Rin @Eagle-77 feel free to begin the thread however you like; still in transit to the enclave, or with elenwen's group arriving, with your char as part of her escort or in any other role that you like. obviously, she has allowed herself to be "captured" as the first stage of the infiltration mission, which she may or may not immediately forget about and discard the first time someone so much as gently nudges her with a whip
  8. Wind blew over grass tall enough to touch a man's hat, causing it to whip and sway in gentle, rolling waves. The "sky" was mostly blue, partly cloudy and one could see the floating spire of Evankhell's Hell overhead with relative ease. It was eerily quiet besides the wind until the speaker's kicked on. Numerous little cubes floated in the air, as a voice barked out at the broad landscape. "Mic test, mic test! One, Two, Three!!" A males voice, it was bright and cheery, as it boomed out into the wilderness. "Hello everyone! All the Regular's who have made it to the tower! We sincerely welcome all of you to the 2nd floor, EVANKHELL's FLOOR!!" It echoed across the vast sea of grass, the sound of the announcer's voice everywhere at once, thanks to the floating cubes which spread out to do their part. "This is also called the Floor of Tests! Here we carry out the final test to see whether you are qualfied—" The speaker paused for dramatic effect; "To go up the tower...." It almost sounded menacing. "The first test is simple, I'll explain the rules only once, so listen carefully. There are 700 regulars here. Quite a big crop this year, you are to take that number..." Suddenly that menacing tone from before, returned and with fervor, "And narrow it down to 200. By any means necessary. The test finishes when that number hits 200. Good luck, you'll need it." There was a short pause this time, before the voice roared. "BEGIN!" The test was on. Out there in that wide open yonder were seven hundred individuals from every conceivable walk of life, all with their own reasons for wanting to climb The Tower. Money, Fame, Power, Revenge, anything and everything lay in wait, at the top. And everyone was vying for it. But the tower is harsh, and their mettle will be tested in every way imaginable. Only the worthy will survive. This, was the purpose of Evankhell's floor. This was a culling.
  9. As a man that know politics well he at least had a skill he could use and what timing! The city was in turmoil he easily took the industrial district by merely walking in and causing chaos and by a vote he was in. Oh and Cameron? After what he's done he simply "disappeared" what he's done that was convince the entire sector that Cameron had not believed in the crystal. And he had "proof" he showed that "Cameron" was actually working for a anti crystal group and using mind influence made him "suspicious" after a quick investigation that had actually proved that he had been against the crystal the whole time and with that he ran and was never seen again..... And now hurttoto RPMT is leading the factories "ahh it feels good but this is just a start soon just soon" he said as he walked into a lab in the R&B building"time to create!"he used various objects and combined them with some white liquid some of it turned brown and died but the rest grew stronger he called it THE BRAIN."I would need some help with this soon enough." He said as he got to work on something. Days later he had created "helper bots" and they became a big hit in sector 4 They were very useful since their applications were infinite the fact that they looked and acted like human made them adaptable to the way people acted in sector 4. but now was a time to spread the word and multiply the influence . He sent a message to certain people that would soon respond.......later "ahh Yolo you are one of the first people that have responded back to my message" he said (still editing)
  10. Three. That was how many White had recruited to start off his little project..... perhaps it was fewer than he would've liked, but what was that old saying? Three's a crowd? Something along those lines. For this particular endeavor, he required outsiders, true outsiders. As reliable and efficient as his underlings in Sector 3 were, it would be impossible for them to venture into the other sectors without being immediately sniffed out for what they were, servants of the Medical Sector. The people of Cosanastre knew the other peoples of Cosanastre. That was why White had brought together three individuals whom they wouldn't know, three people who could start afresh here..... and by extension, give him the benefit of true anonymity, his hand in the whole affair kept out of sight. If any of these people decided, for some strange reason, to try and reveal the truth, it would not matter. They were strangers, with no reputation and no power. Their word meant nothing. He had perfect plausible deniability in place. Besides, they'd have to be suicidal to betray him. They had everything to lose, and nothing to gain. Even as insane as the prospect seemed, White had still taken the possibility into consideration and prepared accordingly, of course. He hadn't gotten to where he was by leaving things to chance. The red eye set into the wall of this private meeting room in Cosanastre General represented White's presence here. His physical body, though now re-constructed, was far away from here; there was no need for his new business partners to see it, not yet. They would have to earn some measure of trust before meetings could be arranged in person. The regent knew they would understand. They would not have accepted this opportunity in the first place if they didn't know how these things were done. "Welcome to my humble abode, gentlemen. I trust your stay in Sector 3 has been pleasant?" White left the answer to that question unsaid. Depending on their tastes, the men would certainly have found much to indulge themselves in here; he had made VIP access vouchers available to each of them prior to this meeting, which gave them free and unlimited access to the Medical Sector's various services, including cutting-edge recreational pharmaceuticals, high-quality therapeutic massages, and..... "massages," among other various pleasures of the flesh, such as fine dining. When it came to criminal dealings, it was common courtesy for the employer to at least offer his potential employees a taste of the benefits that they stood to gain from their service. It was a show of good faith. Before becoming what he was now, White had worked for decades as a professional assassin, steadily climbing the rungs of the illicit ladder until his opportunity for true success finally came. He was more than familiar with the ways that these wheels turned, and all the right ways to grease them. "Now, to business. I trust you've reviewed the briefings you were given on the BANTER program, and why your participation is essential to its success. Our venture begins in Lessertown. Sector 8 is the hub of Cosanastre's criminal element; it is almost pointless to engage in dealings of our nature, without first running them through one of the major gangs there. They have influence throughout the city, and they protect their turf fiercely. That's why we're going to infiltrate their home first. Once we have control of a syndicate from Sector 8, we can begin branching out our business from there. You'll have nothing more than your own skills and your stockpiles of BANTER with which to do this, but I have faith in your ability to make do and then some. This product is far too good for the gangs to refuse--you'll have an easy in so long as they're reliant on you for their supplies of the drug. Taking control from that point will be the real challenge. "How you go about seizing said control, again, I leave up to you. I'll be in constant communication should you need information or advice, but I cannot join you in the flesh, or rather, in person. Obviously, the regent of Sector 3 cannot simply go traipsing about the slums to no apparent purpose. This is an ideal time to make this move, as Lessertown's own regent, a rather vile little girl by the name of Kim Osa, has not been seen nor heard from in quite some time. Rumors of her untimely demise have already begun to fly, but you must resist any temptation to investigate. Remember, the objective is to establish influence without raising suspicion. You should not even go near the regent's compound unless it becomes necessary, and by no means are you to contradict or challenge her authority. This can only work if you aren't perceived as a major threat to the established order. "Do this successfully, and many rewards await to be reaped. Surely you've already seen during your time here, what our scientists can do with the human form..... how it can be perfected, then enhanced far beyond its inherent limitations, with our cybernetic technology. It's not unusual for successful kingpins to spend their ill-gotten wealth modifying their bodies here, so once you've become such kingpins yourselves, I can bestow you with top-of-the-line mods in exchange for your continued service. Your VIP vouchers will also, of course, be renewed permanently upon your success. Well..... questions? Ah, also, take these." As the computerized voice finished speaking, a small slot opened up in the wall underneath the red eye, holding three tiny earpieces which White would use to keep in touch with his operatives. @Trexasle@Abraham Büzer@danzilla3
  11. Wind blew over grass tall enough to touch a man's hat, causing it to whip and sway in gentle, rolling waves. The "sky" was mostly blue, partly cloudy and one could see the floating spire of Evankhell's Hell overhead with relative ease. It was eerily quiet besides the wind until the speaker's kicked on. Numerous little cubes floated in the air, as a voice barked out at the broad landscape. "Mic test, mic test! One, Two, Three!!" A males voice, it was bright and cheery, as it boomed out into the wilderness. "Hello everyone! All the Regular's who have made it to the tower! We sincerely welcome all of you to the 2nd floor, EVANKHELL's FLOOR!!" It echoed across the vast sea of grass, the sound of the announcer's voice everywhere at once, thanks to the floating cubes which spread out to do their part. "This is also called the Floor of Tests! Here we carry out the final test to see whether you are qualfied—" The speaker paused for dramatic effect; "To go up the tower...." It almost sounded menacing. "The first test is simple, I'll explain the rules only once, so listen carefully. There are 700 regulars here. Quite a big crop this year, you are to take that number..."Suddenly that menacing tone from before, returned and with fervor, "And narrow it down to 200. By any means necessary. The test finishes when that number hits 200. Good luck, you'll need it." There was a short pause this time, before the voice roared. "BEGIN!" The test was on. Out there in that wide open yonder were seven hundred individuals from every conceivable walk of life, all with their own reasons for wanting to climb The Tower. Money, Fame, Power, Revenge, anything and everything lay in wait, at the top. And everyone was vying for it. But the tower is harsh, and their mettle will be tested in every way imaginable. Only the worthy will survive. This, was the purpose of Evankhell's floor. This was a culling.
  12. In a world unlike that of earth, where there is still a tangible element of the supernatural which hangs in the air, lies a city by the name of Valoria. Long ago it was ruled by a different kind of people who lived in peace and tranquility until a nearby military-driven nation, controlled by a power-hungry and greedy king, shattered that peace and took it for themselves. They used the land for it's resources, claiming the best of it for the high-born and noble among them and left the original inhabitants to live in the working class and poverty that arose from the hierarchy-system the new government imposed. The council put in place by the king to rule over the city consisted of the military men who had helped him seize his ocean-side metropolis and was lead by a man with the name General Aquus. He was given a wife as reward for his valiant efforts in winning over the control of Valoria and soon they bore a daughter within a year of taking over the place they now called home. The council believes that the times of war are well behind them after the twentieth year since their victory has passed, but the people they conquered have not forgotten the devastation and anguish they have experienced since they were overrun with such brute force. The General's daughter has grown, kept safe and secure within her four walls and ivory towers but just like the people, she grows restless. Whisperings of an uprising are spreading...it is not a matter of if the rebellion will come, but when. ************************************************************************ This is a slight spin-off from a book I read a while ago, but you by all means do not need to read the book to participate. For now I am looking for a 1x1 RP in which someone plays a spy for the rebellion who works in the General's home and befriends the daughter (whom I shall be rping) in order to gain her trust and get information for the rebellion. Preferably I would like someone around the age of nineteen/twenty who is more or less literate with some experience in rping. I'm open to characters which aren't human. Message me for queries or if you are interested. Thanks for reading!
  13. You are walking through Ursa Madeum until you notice a strange animal like sound from far away followed by a sound of struggling. You run over there to see what's going on. Once you arrive there however you notice a boy around sixteen laying on the ground blood trickling from the side of his head. The light reflected from his milky white skin. His soft looking jet black hair almost cover his half closed gray eyes. Eyes that looked almost like diamonds in his face. He wore an old looking black hoodie, over a gray t-shirt, dark blue ripped jeans, and old sneakers. He also wore a pair of black earrings on each ear. The most outstanding part of his appearance thought was the wings on his back. One wing was silver and the other was black. (Note: do whatever you please just remember to have fun, I really have no plan for this thread just wanna role play and see where this goes)
  14. "Of course. You need not serve the gods in the way that I do, in order to serve alongside us in a common cause. You shall have recompense aplenty, of that I assure you," Nieve responded to the Eyeless, serene as ever and seeming not to have noticed his question about creatures around the building. Martin, Nieve's attendant, was another story. He picked up speaking where she left off, as though they had somehow rehearsed this conversation beforehand. "There's no telling what might lurk here now that the Illuminati have seen us. Their influence..... its influence..... there's no hiding from it," Martin explained, stepping forward from his formerly relaxed post on the wall and cracking his gloved knuckles together. "I will work to purify this place with what strength I have left. I believe I can manage to create a haven for us, at least in this building, if nowhere else. But it will take..... time. I am weary," Nieve said. "We'll need to protect the high priestess while she works. You up for it?" Martin asked. "We don't have to destroy anything permanently here, just defend. It shouldn't be as bad as it was down in the canals. Up here..... there's still people, other memes to oppose it. Things aren't fully corrupted yet, like they were down there." Ivas drew Edge and stepped forward as well. "Whatever they've got..... I'm ready," he said grimly. The boy looked to the Eyeless with an expression of gratitude. Even though he said nothing, it was clear how grateful he was that the mercenary had chosen to stay and fight. This was a foe unlike any that he had faced before, so he would be grateful for every little of aid that he could get. Ivas's ordinary bravado and cheer was absent. He wasn't downtrodden and depressed about their situation anymore, not now that he had a clear enemy, but he wasn't full of his usual brimming confidence either. His sister's life was on the line, if not his whole family, hell, the whole community that raised him. This wasn't just a random adventure to him. It was deadly serious, possibly the first truly serious struggle he'd ever been a part of, since leaving Dougton all those years ago at least. --- From the outside, the inn looks relatively unassuming, aside from the strange way that it seems impossible to see anything inside it..... although a traveler not accustomed to its presence may feel a sense of foreboding when approaching it. On the inside, one will need to bring their own light source or else be consumed by total darkness. There are no humans or other ordinary folk to be seen anywhere, though occasionally noises sound from somewhere far above. Utensils, dishes, luggage, and other items have all been left sitting around as though the inn were fully occupied and bustling with activity one moment, then all the occupants got up and left with no warning. All manner of danger takes their place, and every now and then, one can see a strange symbol etched into the walls.....
  15. [[What is the Ragnarok event? Look here]] --- Whispernight had returned to Genesaris, with more catastrophic consequences than ever before. While this mysterious and unknown force had wrought all forms of havoc in times past, nothing compared to the sheer devastation that it unleashed now. Horror stories of entire cities being annihilated had spread like wildfire through the continent, though in times of such chaos, details were difficult to confirm--monsters and dangerous magical phenomena predominated the landscape, such that most populations retreated to the nearest large city in hopes of protection. The cities themselves cowered within their walls and fortifications, dedicating whatever resources they could to keeping the madness out and the people inside safe, hoping to weather the storm with some semblance of their societies intact. This made it nearly impossible to send physical messages, and magical means of communication were under constant disruption from the persistent and violent magestorms that swept over the land. Still, information managed to spread in one way or another, and a pattern of sorts had become clear--some cities seemed almost marked for destruction, targeted by forces far beyond their ken. While none went unscathed, not by any stretch of the imagination, the largest and most powerful polities seemed able to mostly protect themselves from truly severe damage. Talix-Engine was a curiosity of the continent, a city of technology on a continent of magic, tucked away in the northern edges of Genesaris and developing largely apart from the wider landscape. It was turned inward, focused obsessively on the great Engine upon which it was built, trading in a limited fashion with other states and seemingly unconcerned with the outside world beyond that. They had no need for the "magi-tech" of the other cities, even disdained it, and other powers in the region had little incentive to attack or pressure Talix-Engine as they did not have the specific knowledge required to extract resources from an infrastructure that was completely parallel to their technological traditions and thus utterly foreign to them. Thus many predicted that it would fall victim to the turn of history that was quickly being dubbed "Ragnarok" in honor of some long-forgotten legend, speculating that its relatively low level of political relevance marked it as a target. Yet by all indications, Talix-Engine had escaped such a fate. Its populations withdrew into the innards of the clockwork city, retreating beneath the surfaces of the great gears that formed its foundation and going deep into evacuation facilities prepared in the upper levels of the Engine. It mobilized its considerable military force of automated drones to ward off any marauding monsters, thus keeping itself safe with minimal need to risk the lives of its people in the process. And it seemed that in this way, it would survive Ragnarok mostly intact. One does not simply wait out the end of the world without remaining on edge, though. So it was that when a drone scouting near the Great Northern Sea a short distance away from Talix-Engine's borders detected an unusual energy signature, the city's captains rushed immediately to investigate the report. The energy signature was a mystery--though their highly attuned sensors could easily triangulate its location and specific qualities, it did not match any patterns known to them, not even those of Ragnarok's chaotic magical vortexes. The signature manifested a nearly incomprehensible amount of energy into an extremely small space, so small that it registered as a tiny point on a geographic map, akin to a radar blip--yet the potential force contained within this point was both well beyond anything that the city's engineers had ever seen before, and also controlled in such a precise manner as to distinguish it entirely from a magestorm, which typically bathed wide swathes of land in rapidly fluctuating amounts of magical power. It was not even clear whether the energy signature was magical in nature. If anything, it seemed closest to the output of their own prototype energy weapons, which utilized beam technology to focus rays on plasma into extremely high-speed projectiles. The drone was sent out to sea to investigate further, and was able to return a single image before its feed was terminated. The sight of a warship, immense beyond all previously observed models and advanced in its design at least up to the point of Talix-Engine's own schematics for naval vessels, was the only hint that they had before the energy signature spiked, causing most of their measuring equipment to return error messages. In their last moments before the blast made impact, the captains were able to quickly determine the likely origin of this sudden strike, but they were able to do little more than curse the fates before all of that energy landed in Talix-Engine and detonated directly above their command center. Under ordinary circumstances it would be a difficult prospect to navigate such a superweapon into position undetected, but the chaos and constant interference of Ragnarok had made such things much more feasible. Furthermore, it seemed based on the one image received that the warship had actually traveled underwater to its destination before surfacing to fire, based on the ways in which water ran off of its hull. This was not information that the people of Talix-Engine would ever receive, however, nor were they in any position to do anything meaningful with it anyways. The energy weapon unleashed upon the city flattened and mostly incinerated everything above ground, leaving nothing but empty husks of the large buildings and skyscrapers behind, their steel frames remaining as blasted-out skeletons and little else. Smaller building were likely to be vaporized entirely, especially closer to the center of the blast. The once-thriving clockwork city was reduced to an utter wasteland of scorched, inert steel in the blink of an eye. The weapon had been directed to the largest gap between the city's huge foundational gears, known as the Maw, to serve as its epicenter, thus allowing its destructive force to be inserted directly into the undercity as well. Large segments of the population closest to the city center were immediately killed, either by the heat and concussive force of the blast itself, or the consequences of their underground structures collapsing down atop them. These casualties included all of the city's highest ranking administrative personnel, which had been residing in and around the command center which detected the blast just prior to its deployment, although the fate of some specific notable citizens remained unknown. What was known, was that roughly the central half of the city collapsed into the earth as the planet was effectively hollowed out from underneath it, creating a crater of monumental proportions. The outer half of the city formed a concentric circle that remained above ground and somewhat geologically stable, which then steadily descended into the depths of Genesaris's crust as one moved towards the former site of the Maw, leaving the upper layers of the Engine itself exposed to the open air for the first time in recorded history as one continued to travel deeper into the crater, until its very deepest point was reached at the center. The crater was so deep and so large that it was impossible to see what was actually at the very bottom of it in the middle of the blast radius, its lowest vertical layers being more than a mile below sea level. The small proportion of the city's population housed far enough away from the Maw to survive the initial event was faced first with the daunting task of coming to grips with what had just happened, then with the even more daunting task of protecting themselves from the monsters and madness that they were now vulnerable to, with the lid to their apocalypse bunker having been blown wide open. --- thread is open to all, and i do mean all; come to this post-apocalyptic clockpunk setting and do literally anything the fuck that you want with it in what little time it has left
  16. "You got it done? Good. When can I expect it to arrive here? I understand it takes time to go from one continent to the next, but I'm not asking you to trabspirt a bomb, so how about you call me back when you got your head out of your ass and I'll make sure to remember this next time I'm looking to hire someone to ship something. Yeah, that's what I thought, get it done." Ember sighed, rubbing her temples as she hung up her phone with the man on the other end, her red skin feeling like it was being pulled tight as a headache set in. Her blonde hair was a mess, one of the many indicators that stress was starting to get to her, but she wasn't going to let incompetence get in her way now. Shoving the phone back in her denim jeans, Ember of Hate looked to the waitress that had just gotten to her table and ordered herself some dinner. This diner wasn't the best place she had ever eaten at, but its where she got her start in Izral, and so it felt special to her in a way, the place where she would be reborn into something else. Some time ago Ember of Hate, or during that time Ember of Hope, had arrived in Izral hoping to make a name for herself and get some easy money. Little did she know this would take her on quite the journey, her first mission nearly getting her killed, but she got the job done. After that she had been taking a few other jobs around Alterion, biding her time, building up her strength, waiting for the right time that she would make her move. Once this package arrived, she knew it was time to get serious, to make the moves she needed in order to establish herself in this city. Her order had arrived, medium rare steak with french fries and a glass of orange juice, something that helped her get her mind focused on less personal things. Would there ever be a chance to where she could be her old self again? Ember was doubtful, but ya never know, ya know? Sometimes you just accept who you've become, you own that part of yourself, cause that's who you'll see in the mirror everyday for the rest of your life.
  17. Sector 3. The sector with all that high tech stuff like medcine and all that good stuff. That wouldn't last for long. Not after a draconian experiment had destroyed most of the factories. Midnight. The sky was dark and of course the streetlights were on. Why would they not be? Well...that's the point of them right? Arashi slowly walked through the streets, looking rather battered and injured all over. Her hoodie and pants seemed to fairly ripped slightly in some places cause you know fighting happens and people...get hurt. Her regenerative factor couldn't beat off everything, not after she accidentally fucked up and might of eaten some...poisonous plant or whatever. Gaia knows what she did. "I feel like I may be dying but whatever...must be all that stupid flowers I ate eariler." Arashi was an idiot. She was lucky to be alive. That probably would of killed a normal person. Luckily, she had a good healing factor to fight it off enough for now. She'd probably succumb to it later till she gets an antidote or whatever. Arashi had noticed a huge hospital in the distance. She walked torwards it, going inside. She was greeted by a lady reciptionist, typing at the desk. "Welcome!" Arashi instinctively looked over at the lady. "Medicine, I need it." "I'm sorry, do you have an appointment?" Arashi growled. She walked over to the desk where the lady was typing. She wasn't too happy. "I said, where is IT?" "Miss, don't make me resort to calling the guards--" With a sudden motion, Arashi went and picked up the reciptionist up by her outfit. "Where is it? This is my last warning..." "It's upstairs somewhere! Don't hurt me!" A man came out one of the offices nearby, looking over at the commotion in detail. "Hey! Back away from Sarah!" He exclaimed, he went to out of the desked in area and went to try and punch Arashi. Of course, Arashi just took it and looked over at him. "...Pest. " Arashi defended herself by punching the man into the ground with her strength. She was weakened but that didn't stop her. Now there's a large dent and a dead man in the ground. "No, Jackson!!!" The lady exclaimed as she saw her fallen friend defeated by the Draconian hybrid. "Are we done?" Of course, this wasn't wasn't going end well for the hybrid.
  18. xxxxx Welcome to a Brawlers Bar & Inn While exploring the city of Oakwood, you find yourself in the Port district among a chaotic array of businesses; from bars to restaurants, shops to corner stands, brothels to underground markets. Something about a particular establishment, however, entices you to take a closer look. It is the red light that first draws you to it's doors. You're eyes fall on a sign crafted from dark cherrywood, though you are surprised to see there are no words on this door. So where are you? Your only clue is the beautifully painted black cherry in it's center. Nestled among the chaos, the red light above it's simple sign illuminates the building to allow for a closer look. Decored with red tinted windows and crimson trimming, The Black Cherry stands out in Oakwood as a unique establishment, one with the dark beauty of a thorned rose. Upon entering, you find yourself in a bar lit by candles and tinted with lights of crimson and gold. Hookah and incense smoke linger in the air. Comfortably cushioned barstools are displayed along with scattered Hookahs patrons may smoke at their leisure, though some choose to bring their own poison. Near the bar is a lounge furnished with large couches, trimmed in lace and maintaining the dark red and black theme that seems prominent throughout the Cherry. A pool table, dart board and grand piano are found in the lounge, and there is also a fireplace which is steadily kept burning, heating the area and creating a warm atmosphere. The bar itself runs along the back wall directly across from the main entrance. atop the bar patrons will find ash trays scattered for public use, bowls of complimentary cherries, and scented candles. Behind the bar, and all along the Tavern, are flat screen TV's hooked up to cameras that watch what happens in the Pit. Details can be found below. Up the stairs you will find rooms, and for a small fee they may be rented nightly. Every room is decorated with bouquets of red and black roses, restocked regularly. You can choose a single or double, and room service is available just as it is in a hotel, at an additional cost of course. The place, however, is a paradox. Despite it's soft and alluring glow, the Cherry's patrons are generally a deadly bunch. It has become known as a brawlers bar, not at all a place for the faint of heart. Fights are frequent and encouraged and there are no bouncers, only a resident healer who reserves her talents for near-death situations exclusively. The Hot Springs: Branching off of the lounge, through the back of the Cherry is a hallway that leads down underground, about as deep as it's Pit, but removed from it; it is not part of the basement. Upon entering it appears this is a very well kept cave of some sort. Stalactites reach down from the ceiling, as beautifully foreboding as the rest of the place. Candles burn endlessly by some unspoken and unquestioned magic, and bubbling pools of florescent blue offer their steamy, welcoming embrace. These are the indoor hot springs. There are 6 pools total, three large and three small, offering the option of privacy for those who seek it. The larger pools can service 8-10 patrons at once; the underground caves span the entirety of the property which the Cherry sits on and are almost larger than the establishment itself. With plenty of room to unwind, the hot springs are a hit with battered fighters looking to soak after a good fight. Some who visit the Black Cherry experience a very sudden and strange sense of awareness when they pass through her doors. They tend to describe it as familiarity, as if they've visited this tavern in dream or another life. Perhaps you've been here before?
  19. The date was 1690AY, 7 August. The place was Athentha itself, the largest island out of the five. The day was Tuesday and the time 12:00P.M. It was the first day of the war. However it seemed the day of the this was was coming. That the past would not be saved nor help the present affairs of the people of the island. Such plans made by the princess had people wondering what would happen to their lives, the land and her as well. Though for the years were not kind to the people. Many were slaughtered, turned into demons robbed of their free will and even became monsters like her. And the land was worried who would win in the end. Heroes had come and tried to fight the beast. But everyone had fallen to her spells and traps. It was something about her that made them betray their beliefs. And no one could ever figure that part out. What was it that drew many to the half breed in the first place? That was something the people of the land wanted to know, especially with the elders wanting her dead. And that didn't go well either. For the elders of Allia and Talia were dead. Murdered by the beast of legend. Now the three remaining elders that had been leading the people like blind sheep and feeding them lines if such falsification, had gained fat from the power they ate. Corruption the minds of the masses to believe she was the enemy. That she was the problem of the land. Without her around, the land would see false peace and change. If they ever got that far. Now the knights gathered together. Zodiac, Pluto, Neptune, Dragoon, the Yellow Leaf Brigade and Calypso came together to fight the girl. Their meeting place would be in Varuna for that was the safest place they could strageistize and find a way to get rid of her once and for all. However without the shaman Kogal, Rin wouldn't die. She would be sealed away for two decades to return after that with no memory. The elders had done to her before and she didn't like it. However the numbers of these knights were small and meager having lost many to the blight and problems of the land. And of course Rin. Another part of the lands legend was about the weather. They said that Heaven cried because of the sins not corrected or fixed. That meant all the rain that came to the land was because of this. Though most of the time it was snowing or had little sun. But in this plan of war, Rin was going to tear everyone asunder for what they did to her. And Heaven as well. The air was chilled as Rin walked down the path towards Varuna. She would give the knights a surprise they would never forget. Her bare feet marring the ground with the magi that ran open within her. She would show them all the monster they had created.
  20. this is where we start... A NEW WORLD!
  21. Hidden deep within magical mists, the Valkohyr Vampire clan reigns over the underworld of Elendaron's Draco South. For generations balance has been maintained between the various forces in the region. Dark forces prowl on the edges of civilization, but the delicate touch of the Valkohyr lineage has always ensured that they do not overreach, that they do not spark a true conflict with those who live in the light. Yet in recent times, a militant holy order has formed with the goal of wiping out creatures of the night, vampire or otherwise--and they've actually been doing a halfway decent job of it, threatening to upset that careful balance of power. This group is known as the Radiant Dawn, and the forces of the Valkohyr have finally decided that action must be taken. The first skirmish has already occurred, and greater conflict is sure to come..... Recently, a group of adventurers has stumbled out of the sprawling underworks of the Steam City, Telvarnu, with word of a golden griffin guarding a secluded passage deep beneath the earth. Legends in the region speak of a powerful artifact forged by an ancient vampire lord, sealed away and guarded by this very creature, but its location has been lost for ages. Now, both sides in the brewing war rush to defeat the guardian and snatch the prize away from their mortal enemies. --- Catherine waited patiently in the dark, soot-ridden alleyway that had been marked as their gathering point. Her glittering white armor stood out like a sore thumb against the rusted-black backdrop of Telvarnu's wrought iron structures, but that was fine. She would have never been selected for a mission that required stealth anyways. Her skill set was more..... direct. It didn't matter who saw her here. While the hulking vampire-warrior was an unusual sight in the Steam City, neither knights nor vampires were wholly unheard of here, and she was minding her own business, so the citizens of Telvarnu did the same. Some stopped for a moment to gawk at the rare sight of polished metal surfaces that actually shined, but most simply shuffled past the alley without so much as a pause, having their own business which needed tending. None would come into this alleyway for any purpose normally: At its end was a manhole leading a mostly-defunct section of the city's underworks, a place visited only by criminals, treasure hunters, or madmen. Catherine was a bit of all three. After she and Jennifer had turned the Radiant Dawn priest known as Arthur, the clan matriarch, Valerica Valkohyr, had extracted all that he knew within the same very night. There was much of interest in the man's head, for he had ranked highly within their Order and thus knew much of their inner workings. Most urgent was the revelation that the Radiant Dawn had discovered the resting place of Vance's Chalice; created by a vampire lord in ancient times for use in war against a rival vampire clan, it infused any liquid it held with purifying energies that would rid the drinker of vampirism if they imbibed even a single sip from it, no matter what its contents were. The legend was that Vance had cleverly spread a rumor that this artifact in fact granted great powers of blood magic to vampires who drank from it, then allowed it to be "stolen" from his castle; when the rival clan celebrated by passing it around between all their number, they woke to find that all their powers had fled and they were human once more, at which point Vance slaughtered them all effortlessly. He had then locked the chalice away in a secret location to prevent it from ever being used against him in the same way. It had always been only a legend, but those of the Valkohyr Clan had lived long enough to know that there was often truth to such myths. Sure enough, the golden griffin spoken of as the chalice's guardian had been found stubbornly protecting an isolated passage deep beneath Telvarnu, likely having evaded discovery through a combination of its remote location in a maze-like environment and a proclivity to kill any who laid eyes upon it. They could not risk such a powerful item falling into the hands of their enemies. Vandal, the patriarch of Clan Valkohyr, had commanded that the chalice be secured with all haste and returned to the clan's castle, where it could be safely locked away if not outright destroyed. Having proven themselves against the Radiant Dawn once already, Catherine and Jennifer had been given this task, though she had also been told that others would be coming to provide assistance, as this was too important a task to entrust to only a pair of fledglings, prodigious though they may be. As soon as her allies arrived, they would remove the cover from that manhole and delve into the depths. Even though perpetual clouds of black smog heavily filtered the sunlight in Telvarnu, Catherine was still eager to be away from its glare..... --- ".....and that is why you must go, Shiel." The tall figure, clothed in brilliant white robes trimmed with gold filigree, gestured for Shiel to follow him from the conference chamber, where he had just finished relaying the legend of Vance's Chalice and laying out her mission. "I know that the chalice is real, and that it rests beyond the griffin. The Light has sent me visions of its power during my times of prayer. As you know, the high vampires captured brother Arthur only a short time ago. Though he is a faithful servant of the Light, the power that they wield is ancient as well, and I fear that he has broken before it. We must act with all haste to obtain the chalice before the vampires do. You are one of my trusted soldiers, Shiel. Your faith is unshakable--I trust you, more than nearly any other, to resist whatever temptations and corrupting influences the nightstalkers may bring to bear. I know you will do your duty. That is why I am sending you to Telvarnu. I have arranged for others to meet you there, and together you will do the Light's work. Now go, blessed child," the Prophet said. --- feel free to start out in the undercity already, or above ground in telvarnu meeting up with other characters. the undercity is basically like a gigantic engine/boiler room, with huge machines the size of buildings that form narrow corridors and tunnels between them. some are in operation, some aren't, etc. i encourage you guys to be creative and imagine it and its inhabitants yourselves in your posts, although i will certainly do so myself as the need arises. Shiel need not worry, i will bring in allies for her before there is any clash between the two main groups @Anon @Deviant @Prestississimo @Warlock @ImNoHero
  22. The dead did not stay dead for long. This was oft the thing Raven told herself. She was, after all, living proof of this notion--the irony of it all. She stepped cautiously around the debris. A branch here, a shard of glass there. Twisted, charred remnants were scattered about all around her. This was her home, she recognized. She had seen it before, but not as close and personally. She saw it through memories, those that were tied to the emotions that were vulnerable and easy to feel from those who knew her. It was not yet dawn, the sky a comforting violet that was paling to lilac as the sun was looking to creep over the horizon. The heel of her boot crunched under the derelict site. It had been abandoned and untouched, just on the border of Predator's Keep. A calm lake stretched out behind her, reflecting the last stars of the night on it's mirror-like surface before the light of day was the hide them. Raven's stomach twisted and lurched uncomfortably. Being here felt wrong, she realized. It felt strange and terrible. OXY had razed the city to the ground--her own likeness murdering and torturing. She could feel it as she walked. As if the shards of glass dug into her feet, into her heart. Blood was soaked into the ground. It was not any blood that could be seen; to her ethereal eye, people had died in this town because of her. Raven felt the guilt bearing down on her chest, clutching it tightly. OXY had wanted her, and they went to extreme lengths to acquire her. Her soldiers understood that she was not the same--not anymore. Their fearless leader, reduced to a woman uncertain of many things, mainly herself. She had died, and should have remained dead--but that was never the way with things with herself, she realized. The Revenant, they called her. The Enforcers whispered things in awe and fear. Did they know their General as well as they thought? Was Corvus truly dead? Those that had witnessed the last chaotic fight between Corvus and Drew were almost certain Corvus was still very much alive. Raven knew better; that was for her people to see and decide for themselves. She had visited the site where OXY had contained her. Through her Empathetic nature she relived the moments leading up to her death and subsequent rebirth. Corvus was like an icy chill along her spine. She could feel the darkness she once carried within her whispering in her mind to let her in. She knew that on her own, she was no match for the destructive, godly nature Drew was poisoned with. Ertai had drained him of his humanity--and his sanity--until her lover had turned on even her. The deep-seated grief of her fiance being so effortlessly corrupted and destroyed was enough to allow her to succumb and allow Corvus to seep into her consciousness and achieve what she had truly wanted in taking over her body. They fought a wicked battle, and died their tragic deaths. She had given him her heart to purge the last of Ertai's influence from him--and in doing so, had purged Corvus and her corruption. They avoided each other now--for Andrew was too ashamed of the trail of carnage he carved to rescue her, only to turn on her. Too ashamed of how vulnerable he was to a God's influence. This was nothing new to Raven because she had been a God's pawn since before her birth. Arun'daeraa was displeased that his Champion died, and chastised the Fallen Engineer for trying to play a God's role. It was he who had revived and revised her, though he could do nothing to restore the effect of the maddening mist OXY utilized on her that had stolen away her memories indefinitely. Raven pitied herself--the old her, anyway. She ended OXY's reign of terror, but in doing so had lost the trust of her friends and allies, had lost the love of her life, and had died to end it all, only to be reborn with nothing to show for it but that she survived. Raven pressed a palm against the smooth bark of the tree that housed the cottage she and Andrew lived in. He was sworn to her, and knew her every move at all times. Her soul mate, she could feel his ethereal eyes on her--always watching her as the sworn protector he pledged himself to be when their souls married and he became her third Gatekeeper. They both knew things would never be the same, and he would perhaps--in the human way he would--remain hidden from her for the rest of her days and love her from afar. She, however, had duties and responsibilities--predominantly to the Matreyan refugees that OXY had contained. It was Xartia who came to her and coaxed her out from her self-imposed exile. People still feared her. People were still angry with her. She had unintentionally led OXY into their lives, falling perfectly into their trap. Red Yusuke was perhaps her biggest weakness. She loved the Psion so much, she could feel it deep in her bones--perhaps a phantom from her previous life. There was an anxiousness on the tips of her fingers as she trailed her hand down the tree. What wouldn't I do for you? There was an unyielding sense of urgency and devotion to Red. An anxiousness to be near her all the time. A crippling fear of letting her slip out of sight. Had she always hidden this from Red? Always formal, always curt. Never truly allowing how she really felt about the woman to surface until the Baroness was in danger. Then all Hell seemed to break loose in every sense of the word. Raven tilted her head thoughtfully. Sadira Amar was equally destroyed, the budding tea shop she had opened, which evolved into a smith shop the deeper one climbed down into the ground. Andrew's shop was tied to her business. It too was derelict and destroyed. She had remained hooded, cloaked in muted greens and browns as she trekked through the city unnoticed save for her escorts. At long last she drew the hood back and peered up at the charred remains of the tree that held her house. Her boyishly short hair had grown considerably, braided and tucked away. A streak of platinum stood out against the inky black. Her eyes remained hazel--no longer from the influence of Corvus, but because she was touched by a God. Gingerly she stepped onto the balcony stairs that led up into the house itself. It creaked and warped under her weight, but did not cave. She took each step carefully, creeping around the planks that were shattered and broken. At a moment's notice it could cave underneath her and there was no telling how bad a shape she'd be in. The mortal life was new and dangerous to her, who had lived so very long before. With a flourish of her cloak, she gingerly sat on a fashioned bench, taking care not to throw her weight around. She looked at the cottage thoughtfully, pursing her lips before speaking out loud. "I don't like you." She spoke plainly, her tone flat as she addressed no one but the very tree cottage she faced. "I don't like what you represent all marred and ghostly as you are. But what do I do with you? You're a shell of memories I can only see and not recall. The life you've lived is a stranger to me, so what do I do with you?" Crossing her boots at the ankle, she slowly leaned back, palms propping her upright. "You witnessed a terrible thing but you still stand. You're like me, and I don't like that." She didn't like feeling left out. She didn't enjoy feeling like Predator's Keep was no longer a home to her. "Unlike you, I don't want to be empty. Left out here alone, watching the world pass me by as I rot away. I have to believe that no matter what shit I was forced through, I matter. I loved this city, I loved it's people. I gave my life to protect it, from what I've seen. And I think I would do it again. I want to live, and thrive and see others thrive with me. There's a whole civilization out there who will die out if I don't do something to help them. I'm not obligated to--I realize that now. I don't have to do anything for them. But I have a feeling they want to live to, and that's enough for me." She had gone onto a full tangent now, frustration tinging her words, "I can't do anything right now, but I'm trying. My training is slow. I feel clumsy and weak--and maybe I am. I am not the immortal thing I once was. But I'm sure as Hell not going to be you, either. I hate you. I hate everything you stand for, and I will never allow myself to walk the path you're on ever again." Raven understood the concept of magic. She understood she possessed the ability to conjure it. It was her father's source of power, and her right by birth to be an Elementalist. Yet in light of this new life, she struggled with it. Conjuring was no longer something she could do effortlessly, or even with any manner of concentration. Try as she might, the magic simply would not come. Was it her new circumstances? Or something else? Now more than ever, Raven believed it was herself. It was she, as it had always been. She held herself back and knocked herself down because she could not feel--truly feel--as she once did. She had become lost along the way in this new life she had acquired, and had diminished herself to a coward who could do nothing. Heat singed her fingertips. They were long, slender and scarred. Calloused and strong, despite their dainty appearance. She could feel it now, as she felt her emotions slipping from her control. Was this power? Was this what she had been missing? She could feel the call of a flame, feel it on the tip of her ethereal tongue. It felt like life, flickering and manifesting along her hands as she turned her palms upwards. She wanted to burn this house, this restaurant--this place she once called home. To cleanse and purify the negativity that lingered in the area like a foul stench. To erase the painful memories that were once so very beautiful and now so strange and forlorn to her. She would never remember what happened, would only see a ghost of what was through her Empathy--and that was not enough for her. She would never be able to recall how close she was to these people, but she could reforge those bonds and make them stronger. These people cared for her--and she respected that, and wanted to learn to care for them in equal or greater measure. She wanted to burn this building. She hoped the flames would reach high, that the smoke with carry with it all the burdens she shouldered for the past year. Xartia had been right. Anywhere was better than the dump she had been hiding away in for a year. She could feel the resilience and zeal bubbling and welling up in her chest--and with it the intensity of the heat that threatened to burst into flames within her hands. Raven stood abruptly, forgetting she was standing on a building that had already been scorched and destroyed. The sun breached the horizon and stretched golden fingers across Terrenus and beyond, as so often happened each day. Rise and fall. Rise and fall. Rise and fall. Day became night, and night became day again. No matter how the world went, the Sun was there to rise again, always. She had fallen, and she too needed to rise again. Raven felt the warmth along her back, and with dawning clarity she understood what needed to be done. No, not Raven--Raven was OXY's design, and OXY was no more. She was Raveena. Imperial Senarian successor to the Matreyan Empire. She was the Sun. Burn it all. Burn it down. There's nothing left for you here.
  23. On the worst day of Titus' year, minutes before the Xer-orians were to burst through the gates of Lunaris, the world exploded. The man had been through many horrors in his life but to see the entirety of Taen collapse into itself was by far the worst. It wasn't long before the scream of the dying burnt the air with fear and stained the ground with blood. And it wasn't just those from Valucre who screamed. It was the Xers. The animals. The trees. The water. It was as if Taen itself were crying out in pain. The Elder Tree trembled under his feet before a large crack filled his ears and the unimaginable happened. An Elder Tree was falling. And with it, hundreds of houses, their food storage and their main base. Impossible. Not even great magic or tools from the mainland had been able to get beyond a few feet of the mile long trunk. The chains strapped to each of his wrists glowed bright, pulling him toward the exit of the tree. The room spun around him in every way as the trunk presumably spiraled downward. The invisible hands grasping onto the chains yanked Titus from the falling Elder Tree and into the air where he hung. Suspended and useless as his city burned. While his people died. Trees for as far as Titus could see were up in flames, felled and broken by giant cracks in the earth that continued to spread with a terrifying speed. The sky cracked, bolts of lightning like arrows as the slammed into houses, people, Xers, anything in the open. Below him, Titus could see the ground literally shaking. If he hadn't known better, he may have believed that Gaia herself had taken a hold of Taen and was using it as a snow globe. Still hanging limply in the air, Titus felt his eyes widen at the fear the struck him deep within. Beyond his mind, heart or soul. It was fear on a primal, ancient level. A single eyes stared up at him from the cracks below, red and black, filled with millennia of hatred. Rage. Titus could feel the emotions broil the wind and heating the air around him. It must have been worse for those below. A child's scream tore Titus' focus away from the peering eye, snapping the warrior into action. Without so much as a thought, the tension holding him in the air released. Plunging to the ground, the muscles in his back bulged and opened, giving way to a pair of white wings that stretched in relief. The spell keeping his appearance human faded as his wings spread, removing the humanly clothing he wore and replacing it with angelic cloth. A golden crown circled his head, keeping in complete sync with Titus. The ghost of a staff blinking into existence before just as quickly fading was the only hint of the archangel's past. His attention now on rescuing the child about to fall into a crack of earth, the archangel shifted his graceful plunge to a full nose dive. His wings tucked in as his body begun to spiral. A bolt of lightning lit the sky and arched downward, chasing Titus.
  24. As a native of Virginia, I can say it's a really weird an beautiful place. So why not make a horror rp take place in it? It's one of the oldest states with a super bloody history, being the capital of the confederacy during the civil war, one of the very first settlements by the English in America, and much more things. I feel like any of these could make a great horror rp. I know i posted this before, idk if anyone saw it, but please just someone respond because it's something i've been dying to do.