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  1. The challenging waters that divided the continents of this world were magnificent, providing a world-weary recluse with revelation after revelation of the good he could extract from the horrific entry he did little to prevent. Heron stood at the forward of the vessel, letting the mist of the open sea and the wind caused by how quickly his vessel was navigating through the waters caress his face. He felt a bit bad for having leveraged his key contribution to the end of the Ceyana incident to steal this expedition out of Luz’s hands, leaving her to deal with an Orisian myth while he navigated through waters in search of marvels worthy of study. For an old man, by Illyrian standards, being one of the first Illyrians to travel outside of Orisia other than his Light was an honor he would gladly smile about when death snuffed him out of existence. Those who had joined Heron on this expedition were being meticulously scrutinized by a group of well-equipped soldiers that prevented their access to the forward of the ship. Though they had all been instructed to keep their distance from the non-Illyrian entrants, every movement that was made would be analyzed to see if it held malicious intent or mischief. Unlike the leader of this expedition, the crew did not possess the necessary demeanor to make everyone feel comfortable. They were on edge…concerned and just plain uncomfortable with having to deal with strangers. Luckily they would eventually keep themselves busy with the vessel’s maintenance, leaving those who intended to participate to roam around anywhere on the deck for a good while except for the area Heron stood. The vessel they were on had several embedded crystals that housed several channels of magical energy that seemed to power most of the ship for those with enough experience with magitech to decipher its structure. It cut through the waters without remorse unfazed by crashing waves even as the waters became choppy along the way. Now several miles away from Illyrian shores, Heron thought it best to gauge what this world of Valucre decided to offer him in terms of aid. Several minutes would pass before the gruff old man would emerge, draped in black robes that held several insignias that vibrated and glowed. A smile was painted on the man’s face, never waivering and clearly providing contrast to the serious expressions that were frozen on to his fellow countrymen and women. Heron inhaled deeply “Mmmm….this is going to be a wonderful trip. Don’t you all agree?”
  2. In recent months, the insides of broken top of Mount Ichthys had been refined. Now, only by entering a secure entrance at the end of a path leading halfway up the mountain, one could ascend staircases through multiple inner offices to two points. From the outside, the North spire rose like a regular mountain peak above the clouds, its outer walls appearing unrefined like the rest of the mountainside with calquartz trees reaching out from the rockface; but inside had been hollowed out rooms and halls like a manor. The other peak of the mountain was hollowed and punched out midway to form a flat surface which, on an overcast day, was concealed by the clouds. There were still black clad workers chipping small windows into the north mountain face and welders doing steelwork on the rafters of the south face. Around the forked mountaintop there circulated the clockwork monolith that was Ramesses. Somewhere deeper in the base of the mountain, almost sitting right on the back of the great hermit, was another room. This room was utterly isolated save for one rigged stairway leading to Ichthys’ main offices. This was where Cain’s shadow was kept. He would forever be the dark, willing sacrifice so that the Cain who walked above could be his greatest self. This testament to his surviving greatness, when completed, would be called the Brain Room. Up above, Cain sat at the head of a conference table somewhere in the mountain near where the spires converged, convening with seven members of the Dead. Gertrude Verdance from Girdy’s Girders and Andrew Jorjorean from the Problem Solvers were each present. There was no complacency on his face that day. Hands folded on the table, his knifelike eyes encapsulated the entire room in their field of view. “The nannies are playing games with them right now in auditoriums on three different floors. We’re going to feed them in an hour. One drop of blood in each meal, then in the morning we’ll file them through my office. How is the totem coming?” “It’s going well sir,” said a man in a construction jumpsuit not unlike those working outside. “Three days until completion.” “The Dojo roof?” “Five days.” said Gertrude. “The salvaged steel from San Yara is being put to good use.” "Great, keep up the good work. Dismissed." As the figures stood, shuffling to leave, Cain's voice came through the shifting fabric. "Darah, if we may have a word." When all the others left, he sat back down and folded his hands again. "Not to get sappy, but I haven't met you yet and I'd like to learn more about my people. What do you think of your little time in the Dead so far? Give me a little overview of your first objective with us, if you could." @jaistlyn
  3. Ramesses was himself a mountain of steel and Uru. The quad-gear that served as his hip joint was as large as a two-story house. Presently, thirty Ulway walked in a layer beneath the gear, carrying it like ants do a giant bread morsel past Cain and Shaman. The jungle landscape— vines, trees, fauna— decorated the massive humanoid machine as it laid on its side, vacant visor that represented its visual field watching as the Ulway deconstructed it. Engineers with skeletal masks pored over blueprints and schematics, altering the materials to add radar fields and sensors of magical and scientific makeup. Meanwhile, two masked psychics levitated the pieces into an orbital field established around Mt. Ichthys. Presently mechanical gears and screens emitting infrared rays and radiation rotated around Icthys at all different altitudes. Lowering his glasses on the bridge of his nose, he looked to the right at Riforte. “What do you think so far,” he said, keeping the fauning out of his voice the best he could. A door stood nearby in the dirt, frameless, detached from anything. Reginald was on Cain’s other side. Looking to Reginald after Riforte appraised the work made of one of Cain’s Tian Titans, he quirked a brow over the still-lowered glasses. “You’ve told me you had a propensity for artifacts and magic scrolls. Picking out your prison record I can imagine the historic docket runs back rather far. Well, we do have need for a couple things I don’t think I can or have the time to procure myself.” Cain unshouldered a cylindrical case with a strap, handing it to the maggotous magus. “Contained in here are a few disembodied ideas with which I, forlorn engineer with too many toys and not enough hands that I am, require assistance. Take your pick and show me your wares, footsoldier, and we’ll consider a chair position in the Arcana division. Right?” Cain looked to Riforte for her approval. @Aleksei @Djinn&Juice
  4. There once was an age where grand magical items permeated the lands and it's denizens with great power that defended, destroyed, and cultivated countless lives. These once aligned with every willful warrior who sought them out and bestowed upon them, while not always outspoken in their power, they possessed a personality all their own. In the present day; they are few and far between...not enjoyed for their utility, but cruelly used for their sheer power. It is time for a change, back to days where our weapons and tools were banded together, not simply used. Welcome to A New Age of Arcanum! "Salutations! I am most pleased that you have arrived!. I am Reginald Baldric Thaydren Omeya Von Lockheed The Third! This is what has been wonderfully coined as my Magus Opus! It is an obelisk designed to fabricate enchantments for the use to all those who seek to embolden themselves! I am becoming quite the busy bee as it were and limit my roster of enchantment requests to three slots! I am a practitioner in all schools of magic and will gladly lend such trinkets to those who use them to forge their own destinies and in return, a legacy for that very item. How can this humble Arch-Magus help you today?" This is a system that will be used by me to essentially offer a new way to provide named items of power to those of Valucre that will coincide with the artifact system already in place! This is essentially my character Reginald desiring to bring forth an age he had once been apart of where all grand warriors, priests, wizards, and defenders possessed an item as precious to them as family. An Item of power that came with it's own name (and in some cases a personality to boot). This will be available to any and all on the site (A 'fast pass' given to the dead member for Cain' direct assistance in setting him free). The rules are as much for me as for you so that these can be distributed freely and not shift favor too much that would cause any injustice for the whole. I want to breathe my fun ideas of enchantment forging into the life of your hands: 1: Keep all enchants a single effect of your choosing that limits to either one utility, one offensive capability, or one defensive capability with respective details that cover at least a single paragraph 2:This is not a place to RP full threads between our characters, this acts as an in character way for you to speak with Reginald through any means that are at your discretion for the sake of brevity (he has a great deal of communication spells that can work both ways for instance) 3: This will act as a platform for your request that will then qualify you for a thread of one page minimum of Reginald and your respective character(s). There we will make sure every inch of this item is to your liking and commit as a canonized item that can be viewed and stolen(at owner's discretion of course). 1: @Thotification 2: @vielle 3: @danzilla3
  5. INTERLUDE NARRATION Here she comes once more. The woman, one of fair skin and silver hair, recently exits the docked airship off the coasts of Amalia. She was no foreigner here, as her first venture into this unknown paradise was just a few months past. Her previous visit was rather underwhelming and was unfortunately filled with multitudes of hindrances and a plethora of interruptions. That event was, of course, not entirely her decision as she merely went in for a ride with some random no name company. As to why this woman was so keen on stooping to such amateurs was something even she had trouble understanding. Well, she was not one to sweat wit the details after all. For what purpose now has the woman returned? If anyone were to ask, the woman would simply answer with a smirk and say that she only wanted to explore this place. But what is exploration to someone who brings workers, dozens of them into these untamed wild? Was it a ruse? Perhaps. Perhaps not. One thing one can be certain though, the woman was already heading further into the island while her people are setting up their camp for the night. For expeditions like this, one must be ready and vigilant for nature's respite. What else will the woman encounter as she goes further into the wilds? Perhaps she might encounter the famed people of this lands, the Ulways? Perhaps. Perhaps not,
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