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  1. Tavern of Legend: Season 2

    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. Chapter I They surveyed the landscape"dry and arid" one said" looks like were high above the clouds"said another"Captain Lewis" a third said as she showed him the cargo room "utterly destroyed"she said and the clone was gone probably lost in the ocean of this world Lewis thought all they had were their weapons,food 3 Nano eggs and one Buborium nuke . Then some one found civilization. In the distance was a floating castle and onward they went the 17 out of 20 survivors headed to their new home High rock.It seemed that High rock had a food problem people were going hungry on the streets they had an idea but it was temporary , their food stocks were full to the brim it seemed to be the only cargo unharmed by the crash.we have enough food to feed everyone for about a month in the mean Time we need to set up irrigation points and we need a molecular binder the captain thought but alas the only binder got destroyed. So then they went to work with whatever they had left. They had setup a tower made out of stone that collected the water from the clouds then they created a specialized farm, it wasn't that great though but when the crops grew it would feed the people here eventually and grow the kingdom "Captain Lewis they had no king and they want you to be their king".
  3. Wisegem School of Magical Arts

    "Hello there! my name is Trevor Wisegem! Welcome to my school for the young, old, large, and small! Here you can learn how to channel your inner magic into something amazing! Not only will you learn to use magic, you'll also learn to fight! Because even mages should know how to fight without magic. Now, since I don't exactly have a whole lot of funds for this school, I can only accept about five students at the moment. But never the less! You will enjoy your time here. I was taught once by a great mage, who had a very large school, and I want to carry on his tradition. So! What do you say? Come on in! I mean come on, who doesn't want to summon a freaking fireball, or move objects with their mind?" He gestured to the building behind him, which looked to be liked a dojo, but more suitable for magic explosions and such. The building had plenty of beautiful plants and scenery around, which made anyone who looked at it feel calm.
  4. Eliza took a drag of her electronic cigarette and blew the smoke out in the shape of rings. She followed the sunset from a rooftop, legs dangling from the edge. A scaly hand followed the shape of her left horn, while she was lost in thought. It was almost time. For a moment longer, everything was bathed in a delicate, pink light, and for a few heartbeats it seemed as though her red skin was glowing. Then the last beams of sunlight disappeared in the horizon. She took one last drag. The smoke hung in the air; that and a light smell of strawberries was the only sign that she had been there. She grabbed a hold of the edge and slid down the wall of the house. Her long nails, almost claws, grabbed a ledge. She hung there for a moment longer before making the jump all the way down. She crunched down a bit, but kept her balance when her feet hit the ground. She corrected the binoculars that hung from a string around her neck and walked down the narrow street. The almost six feet tall woman ignored the looks she received, the whispers she heard from the door frames and alleys as she passed. She had grown so accustomed to being an outsider that it barely bothered her anymore. Four, five, six... She counted the number of alleys she passed, then suddenly turned down the seventh, leading to a larger street. She looked left, then right, momentarily disoriented. She unzipped her waist bag and found a small, round object that had the appearance of an old compass. However, when she pressed a button in the back of it, it lit up. She whispered the name of a tavern. With a little beep, the device's color turned red. The needle pointed east, and she followed the directions with a sigh of relief. She couldn't be late - the gang-leader had been clear about as much.
  5. The Trader George Chapman had taken special care in avoiding the labyrinth forest marked on his map. The Sci-Mage of Blairville had written that the place had such a strong course of ley lines within the area the forest an almost sentient nature. Many who had traversed the place had never made it out alive, and those who have, normally by mistake. Speaking of Blairville... the trader had two horses pulling his wooden cart. inside his cart were many things, but of the many things, a few in particular were some Blairville goods. He had "borrowed," some mana crystals, gold, and coal from the mines and they were stored now in wooden crates. With his supply of mana crystals restored, he had gotten back on track to the Hills of Noddendody. and the next pitstop was... "According to the map, a place called predator's keep..." The Travelling Trader had said under his breath. He spoke to himself in his normal, deep and guttural handsome-sounding voice. He looked ahead, at the looming walls bared with gates. Would the guard imposed there, if any, let him through?
  6. 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.
  7. It was a quiet night at Swally's. Bard sat by the window, gently strumming his lute as the salt sea breeze caressed his stubble-stained cheeks. He inhaled deeply, there was something so familiar and comforting in the sounds and smells of the sea. Just then a server approached. "Fill 'er up for ya love?" The server gestured to his nearly empty pint of ale. Bard tilted his head aside, and gave a deep squinty-eyed grin. "That has to be the most beautiful thing anyone has ever said to me...yes, another would be most appreciated." Just as the server turned to fill his pint he slid the coin of tips which hung at her side. Gingerly tossing in his hand the light feel spelled a not so active night for the young woman. Just then, Bard stood and stepped quickly to her, "Beg pardon, you dropped this. One would think better next time to keep coins closer to her person." Her thanks were met with a smile that, were it any more staged, he'd compliment it with a dance number. It wasn't a second guess or guilt which made him return the coin, it was simply too light to make any effort seem worth the swipe. Looking over the patrons, or lack there of, he would take up his seat at the window once more and strum his lute gently. This time, a tune began to form. Without request, a song was to be had. A hungry feeling, came o'er me stealing And the mice were squealing in my prison cell And the auld triangle, went jingle jangle All along the banks of the Royal Canal To begin the morning, a screw was bawling Get up you bowsie, and clean up your cell And the auld triangle, went jingle jangle All along the banks of the Royal Canal The lags were sleeping, humpy Gussy was creeping As I lay there weeping for my girl Sal And the auld triangle, went jingle jangle All along the banks of the Royal Canal Up in the female prison, there are seventy five women 'Tis among them I wish I did dwell Then the auld triangle, could go jingle jangle All along the banks of the Royal Canal All along the banks of the Royal Canal The last bit garnered some laughter as the pint made it's to his table. "So lads...another?" He asked his audience, small as it may be, it was an audience none the less. Their cheer would bring a grin as he strummed another tune. Such was this night of meeting the locals.
  8. Zine Encampment: Two Miles South of Predator Keep The ragged breathing of a horse, pushed to its breaking point, heralded the arrival of a visitor to an idle camp nestled in the deep forest surrounding Predator Keep. Drawn in by the characteristically orange coloured flame given off by the smoky braziers littered around the camp, which announced that the camp was manned by men of Zine, the newcomer rode in and dismounted, revealing himself to be armoured as those waiting in the camp. Harsh eyed and crudely armed, the men who acknowledged the horseman with a curt and monotone ‘Hail His Holy Emperor’ did not look the part of humanitarians who had been sent to provide relief for the Keep in troubled times. Yet that they were. Members of the Zine Relief Expedition, distributing grain to the poor townsfolk in their time in need. It was hard to imagine anyone looking at these men gratefully as they accepted what meagre rations they may have offered. Two men, armed with heavy looking dark iron bar maces, lazily lifted themselves from the fire. The entire camp centred around that single blazing pit, though the ‘camp’ was truly just six tents emblazoned with the emblem of Zine, in which would reside thrice as many men. Those same men who strode over to their visitor, dimly curious as to what the message was they were to receive. They were too quick to judge him by his armour and his dimly echoed reply to the Zine greeting, in the darkness with the forest canopy cutting out what meagre light shone from the half-moon above it was a forgivable error. Yet had he been a threat to them, they would already have died for that complacency. “What’s yer business man?” One asked, a gangly fellow with lank muddy blonde hair, he had the eyes of a brute all the same. “My business is with the Ambassador, churl, fetch me a fresh horse.” The newcomer coldly demanded. “Wha?” The man’s angry response quickly became a strangled stutter as the man turned, his pale face catching the fierce glow of the braziers and the campfire. It was a brutal face, marked with scar and other signs of battle, but it was the deliberate wound that caused the sudden change in his questioner’s demeanour. Across one side of his face was a terrible burn, very much like a cattle brand, in the shape of a sword running horizontally across his cheek. “Bloodguard… here? I’ll go get a horse.” The gangly man literally ran around to the cattle pen at the back of the camp, leaving his short statured fellow with the far larger newcomer. “Hah, wise decision Mortimer.” The short man chuckled, a little nervously. The sight of a Bloodguard, one of those hollow men who lived but to fight and defend their charges, had obviously unsettled him. Though the man before him was not dressed so differently from anyone else in the camp, in dark chain and hauberk with a mace at his side, it was the emptiness in those eyes which set the hairs on the back of a man’s neck on edge. It was no easy thing for a man to look into the eyes of another and see complete emptiness behind pale blue orbs. If they were the windows to the soul, it boded ill for the Bloodguard. They were the living embodiment of ice. No wonder they were called Empty Men. “Any news from the Holy City, Bloodguard?” The short man asked, seeking familiar ground on which to regain his nerve. “None I wish to speak of, re-join your comrades and await your instructions.” His reply was almost robotic, and like a robot, he expected that same level of efficiency from those around him. The man walked off, his tail behind his legs, muttering something about ‘Aristocrat Dog’. The Bloodguard heard him perfectly well. Turning back to his flagging beast of burden, he stripped it of his belongings. Slinging the bags over one shoulder, he carried his crossbow and shield over to his next mount, a rangy looking creature probably from the baggage train. He eyed it thoughtfully and decided beating the man to death for the less than subtle insult was hardly worth his time, instead dismissing the lanky guard to go back to the fire, where more than a few curious faces were staring in his direction. He ignored them all as he strapped bags to the beast’s saddle and tied tight his crossbow and shield. There was no need to seek direction from those in the camp, a Bloodguard could always find his charge.
  9. Setting Up Shop

    Location: West Side - Amalia - Noon//12pm So Amalia, this… is where I'm needed to set up shop? Sugn took a look side to side absorbing the landscape seeing a plethora of plants and herbs, not wasting time he stepped into the jungle. He had not yet known what guided him just that the knowledge it brought him granted him great pleasure. The ability to move effortlessly through the world with the power of the unknown sitting in his hands. Welp… He sighed, bored after a few moments noticing he lacked a true companion on this journey. I guess the animal life here will have to do, unless there is a lost tribe on this Island. You could make one, or play with that Token you made in the Tavern. Sugn paused momentarily contemplating the idea. How does one do such a thing, you know.. Make a Companion? He retorted inwardly speaking to what he believed was still his inner monologue. May the Arcane Guide you... A phrase turned Mantra by most mages echoed around the walls of his mind. “And I Guide the Arcane.” He finished continuing his journey into the unknown lands of Amalia. ~ 7mi Inland |~ 3hrs| 3pm After a few hours of walking in the dense and dark Amalian Jungle, Sugn estimated that he had gathered 5 creatures closely resembling a centipede placing them in Jars. As he was placing the last specimen into his bag Sugn rounded the corner to see the actual beauty of this land where the Sun was able to peek through and reveal itself. Stunned by the beauty of the land and the uniqueness of the life that inhabited it his mouth sat agape hanging there for a few moments before a fly flew down his throat causing him to choke, coughing as a result scaring away a few of the creatures that had yet acknowledged his presence. Quickly Sugn removed the remaining sample jars from his backpack and began taking herbal samples grabbing specimen that looked the most interesting to him, collecting their leaves, stems, seeds, and a few shrooms in hopes to regrow them once he officially sets up shop...
  10. The Bloody Tide

    Looking to start a pirate-themed roleplay. It will be set in a fantasy world in a napolenic/18-19th century time period, which anyone participating with the roleplay can add to, such as mentioning towns, kingdoms, etc. There will be aspects of magic, but I want to keep it somewhat realistic, with cannons and muskets being the most advanced weaponry. I'm thinking of starting off as either castaways or crew members, whichever you choose. Anyways, leave a reply if you're interested. 2-3 people would be ideal, this is only my second roleplay on this site so I don't want it to get too hectic.
  11. An Odd Encounter

    Benjamin was walking in the middle of Elendaron when he walked past a telephone pole. He noticed a wanted poster attached with some tape. It read, "Wanted: Mad Scientist. If interested call: 555-555-5555. Benjamin was looking for something to do anyway. He pulled up his phone, and dialed the number. The man on the phone had a very raspy voice. He said, "Did you call about the scientist?" Benjamin was slowly regretting what he was doing. Benjamin replied with a hesitant, "Yes." The man continued,"You need to meet me at the Chinese place downtown tomorrow. You also need to bring some friends along with you," Benjamin tried to reply but was interrupted by the man hanging up. Benjamin still decided to do this quest. It was just going to be a little bit harder than he expected. Benjamin walked around trying to find people to help him. He set up signs that had his phone number for people. This was going to be way harder than expected.
  12. LotE Chapter 2: The Valley

    Ivas drank deeply from his mug of rich, brown ale. Normally he was more conservative in his alcohol habits, but fighting a desperate battle against an army of dragon riders only to barely escape a burning city with life and limb intact, well that tended to warrant drinking a bit more than usual. Fortunately, the inn they'd made it to was more than happy to serve first and ask questions never. They weren't more than ten miles outside of Isore, but if the barmaids recognized Exarch Madon Ingeram, they sure didn't show it. The boy realized that it was actually possible that they had never seen him and didn't know him from any other knight in shining armor, which if that were the case, was very fortunate indeed. Ivas surveyed the Exarch and their third companion, the only other person to escape the flames of Isore with them, a mysterious girl named Lily. The normally cheerful traveler had a more serious look on his face, unable to escape the feeling of failure that hung in the air. All around them in the inn, the other patrons were full of worried whispers about the fate of the nearby city's unfortunate fate, as well. "Well, err..... mister Ex--I mean, uhh, old friend old buddy old pal," Ivas said to Ingeram, not wanting to get the Exarch recognized. "I want to help more if I can, but I just don't know what else we can do. Isore is....." He took another gulp of his ale. ".....just gone....." Ivas looked away and out the window, at the towering clouds of smoke that were clearly visible even from this distance. ".....What about you, Lily? Where will you go now?" he continued. "Heck, what were you even doing here in the first place?" That sounded more harsh than he had meant, but Ivas was genuinely curious. Of all the people..... Lily wasn't from Isore, he wasn't sure why he could tell that, but he felt sure of it. She was a traveler, a foreigner, like him, but he knew nothing at all about her origin or motives.
  13. Tales of Valoria

    It was a time of restlessness and false peace among the people of Valoria, city of stone that rose from it's sea-side location. According to those of higher status, the town was a thriving, wondrous hype of trade and military diligence after the brutal takeover from the original inhabitants of this place approximately twenty-one years ago. For those now in power, the change of government into it's now established state of autocracy and class-based hierarchy was seen as a victory while those who were conquered still feel the effects of it two decades later as a something more than a mere thorn in their side. The people who had lived here before the change of government now dwell in the lower rungs of the ladder of society, employed as laborers and household workers (some under conditions no better than slaves) which are passed around from nobleman to nobleman like cattle. Part of this upper class, a jewel in the crown of high society, was a girl by the name of Azayla Aquus. She was brought up in this new Valoria, the city ruled by her father General Aquus for the past twenty years. Him and his army, as commanded by their emperor, had taken this city by force during the great war before she was born and he, along with councilors consisting of military men who had helped him capture this place, had overseen the running of it ever since. The original inhabitants are tired of their treatment, working tirelessly for little to no wages and considered to be beneath those of the emperors chosen nobles who had come to live in Valoria. The people will soon rise up against those that keep them chained and in poverty, wanting Valoria back for themselves. Words of a rebellion are spreading and forces opposing the rule of this new government are growing stronger in secret. After being sheltered in her ivory towers and protected by her father, receiving the highest quality education and personalized military training, Azayla is ready to begin breaking the boundaries that were set long ago at the time of her birth. She stood here now in the bustling marketplace doing just that, leaving the safety of her property without a guardian (such as one of her fathers soldiers) which would normally be keeping as close to her as her shadow while she wanders from stall to stall examining the items for sale on this late summer morning. She felt a sense of freedom at the lack of a watchful eye, her keen turquoise eyes scanning over the wares of an elderly woman selling fresh flowers. The females nimble fingers gently picked up a rose with burgundy-hued petals, her baby-blue dress fluttering about her legs and cinched in at the waist with a satin sash. She mindlessly tucked one of the stray curls of her blonde, waist-length hair out of her eyes before touching the flower thoughtfully. Her status was clear by the simple,elegant but pricey attire she wore and the silver and pearl-studded jewelry that adorned her neck, ears and fingers. If this was not enough, her reputation as the General Aquus' (the head-councillor') daughter kept the owner of the stall from being too harsh with the high-born female before her for fear of facing the wrath of her father. People who did something as unforgivable as hurting the young Aquus would experience strange 'accidents' or simply disappeared without a trace. For this reason, the elderly woman gave Azayla a polite but reserved smile before asking, "Does the rare bloom take your fancy?" The woman's voice brought Azayla back to the present and away from her thoughts, the girl looking confused for a few seconds before her face formed a subtle smile. "It is rather beautiful, I think I may purchase it." *************************************************************************************************************************** [OOC] Basic outline of the plot: The city of Valoria was overrun by a strong military force from a distant land who made sure the people became the workers for the higher-born individuals from the distant land who were allowed to move into the city. It is now about twenty one years since the war in which the military force conquered the people of Valoria and men from the original army have been placed in charge of the city and oversee the use of it's resources and wealth. There is a rebellion force that is starting to build and their plan is to infiltrate the home of the head councillor, Azayla Aquus' father, by befriending the girl and working for the family as a spy. This can be a group RP or a two-person RP done through messaging. I shall be playing Azayla Aquus, the general's daughter. If you wish to join, make a character sheet with the following basic template and add some of your own headings if you want: Name: Choose a side: (Options: *Lower class -part of the rebellion -not part of the rebellion OR *Upper class ) Age: Appearance: Weapon (not compulsory): Personality: If you don't want to make a character sheet, that's fine too. As long as in your first post it is clear what side you are on. Preferably, this RP will be multi-para. Thanks for reading this!
  14. So Shines a Good Deed in a Weary World

    ~10:30 PM, local time~ ___________________________________________________________________________ The vigilante group known as The Watchers had never been to Tia before, but of the five of them, the one with the most experience for it would have been either Nathan or Arthur. The ones that the Watchers had sent however, were neither of them. Nor were they the ones most experienced in technological marvels. In fact, both men held such things with disdain and in the case of one of them, with some measure of fear. Those two were Arthur's brother, Elias Morn - and the Fairy Knight, Gale Hawk. They both trusted Nathan's judgment and they went about the city on their assignment without question - but the younger Morn twin couldn't help but wonder if their leader was flawed in his way of thinking. His reasoning was that both men were experienced working together - and that Elias was the best of them at reconciling differences. Furthermore, they both favored stealth and speed in their fighting styles as opposed to brute force. In his mind, this was a situation that required a scalpel, not a sledgehammer. All that made sense, of course, but neither he nor Gale were particularly fond of technology - and neither of them was fond of Vampires either. That was to say, Elias didn't mind them, but it didn't strike him as right for a creature to feed on human blood. The recent upheaval meant that tensions were high between the Vampire and Human populations. Sporadic violence and suckings became increasingly frequent, as did reprisals against those that had nothing to do with the attacks. This in turn led to further bloodshed and made the whole situation worse. Elias had done his best to keep the peace; several times he had intervened on behalf of the Vampires - stopping human attacks against the ones he knew were not responsible and occasionally beating the offenders unconscious before handing them over to the security forces. The number of Vampire to human attacks were less frequent, but he knew that sooner or later he might be called to intervene. For his part, Gale kept to himself - often going out at night, supposedly to gather intel. Several times, the next morning - he usually did so whilst covered in bruises. He didn't answer when questioned, but at a guess, and from the lack of bite marks - he had been busy as well. After the third night this week on patrol, Elias decided that a routine change was necessary - and suggested they head out for drinks. Surprisingly, Gale agreed on the condition that Elias foot the bill. They headed out from their (temporary) headquarters in a small hotel room and started walking the rest of the way to Jidoor Hall - the largest of the taverns & inns in the city. While on the way, Elias noted that tonight was particularly quiet. The streets seemed deserted. Even the usually noisy Steamgear Clan's HQ (an abandoned factory on the lower east ring) was deathly silent. That struck Elias as unusual, especially because he had frequently spent his patrols targeting their members - focusing on taking them out whenever he wasn't settling disputes. The gang was notorious for abducting tourists and citizens at night and was responsible for a series of violent muggings. Elias had broken up more than three of those in as many nights. Now, there was nothing. No trace of life anywhere. "Gale." He said, putting a hand on his companion's shoulder. "Do you hear anything?" "No, why?" The Fairy Knight replied. "Do you?" "No. That is why I'm suspicious." "Think this may be linked to the riots?" Gale asked, coming to a halt. "Normally, I've heard this is a city that never sleeps." "It's a strong possibility." Elias agreed. "Let's investigate." _____________________________________________________________________________ In another section of the city, the boxer, Jack Ortega* was likewise out on a late-night walk, for much the same reasons as the Watchers. Though he was ignorant to their current presence in the city, he was aware of them by reputation - as he frequently read the papers and had become a great fan of their exploits. Fighting demons and criminals alike - taking down those that the law wouldn't. It seemed they were doing the world a favor. In between fights, Jack prowled the streets like his hero, Arthur Morn, dispensing his own brand of justice. His skills which served him so well in the ring also played well into his efforts against the criminal underworld. Slightly shorter than the average Terrenian male, Jack was still extremely muscular - and frequently cited as being perhaps the strongest pound-for-pound boxer in Terrenus. He recently tried his hand in the growing sport of Mixed Martial Arts - specializing in grabs, holds and quick strikes. Jack wasn't normally the type to do vigilante work, but recent events had changed his mind. Using his Mixed Martial Arts training (and donning a biker's helmet), he went about the city at night, beating muggers and purse-snatchers to a pulp with his bare hands. Tonight proved to be somewhat boring, however - as he found nothing. No purse-snatchers, no muggers, not even a civic dispute. The whole city was quiet as a graveyard. Turning away from that morbid line of thinking, he rounded the corner of Riverside Park and the adjacent structures and kept going, making sure to keep his head low and his eyes open. ((*This is a general idea of what he looks like))
  15. Long was it, for a tropical island to take shape in a world of magic and monsters. Longer still, Baaj remained unknown, even to the ships that flew overhead. Natives lived as tribes, separated on grounds of gods and traditions. There were hundreds of smaller tribes on the small little mass of land surrounding the volcano at first. Over time, diplomacy and advancement lessened the number until tribes started gaining reputations. The Paoa, the Owaiiki, the Kamalani and the Maoa being the most prominent names in their history, they had discussed unification as a distant consideration beyond the occasional counsel their leaders had held in the years before the Scarlet Rule, but the idea had been enforced by their arrival. All in all, the leaders were placid, even to the dissatisfaction of some of their kin, when their arrival had come with the demand of such unity. Being mostly elderly and wise enough to see past the issue of an invasive force assuming control, those leaders had consented to it, seeing it as an ultimate victory, despite the upset that came with it. The introduction of foreign economy and conflict might not have been as welcome if they were not so quick to resign, and perhaps those who opposed the Scarlet Rule might have had more hope in reclaiming their solitude with their leadership, but such was not the case. The argument about their warrior-regent's reception of a foreign dignitary landing on the beach in the night not long ago had seen infinite faces to a coin, and he'd heard double that number of complaints during his tasks outside his manor on the mountainside in the time leading up to Malligard Luxon, his second advisor's selection of a Prince and Princess for Baaj Island, and who better than the children of leaders of the two greatest tribes the island had seen? Though he had taken his time, the man's intellect shone forth once more. Finally, he might see peace in his tasks. At least for a time... He wasn't sure what measures would need to be taken if this act was unsuccessful and the people remained unsatisfied. But nonetheless, Malligard and all his plump glory stood to Soris's left, and on his right, Thorald Fauri, his first advisor, held a stately manner that even a regent such as he might come to envy. There were others, as Soris spoke, who sat behind him. Members of his government that only some small groups had truly heard the right rumors to know the names and titles to: Ferrin, Praucia, Fallan, Maximus, and Pan. The only natives who could be sure were the two standing behind the curtains, waiting for their introduction. Kealohilani and Poema, those who were to be named as Prince and Princess of the island beneath the Rule. They had been briefed about them as those that they would be reporting to, though Thorald was the one intended to receive and distribute their reports excluding emergency. The temple of the Baajan priests of Kue'asari had been turned into a gorgeous hall, completely adorned in gold-woven fabrics and vibrant silvers and dark greens and reds, amounting to one of the most lavish things Soris might have ever seen. The pillars hardly seemed to be visual obstructions, more as works of art wrapped in works of art. More to look at than one might have seen otherwise. Which was fortunate, he had considered opening the golden beach to the public for the event, but a light yet warm rain and an early dusk outside would have spoiled the scene which, instead, was lit with bright braziers and comprised of brilliant construction. It had all come together according to some measure of fortune or fate that he was quick to discount as coincidence. There were more important things at hand. Soris's speech had been lengthy. Definitely the sort where one might question whether the intention was to make the audience of the Golden Coronation wait, swishing their wine in their glasses, for the festivities to begin. It culminated in the recital, spoken loud and clear over the crowd despite lack of a technological implement to assist his volume: "Thus have you been gathered. Not quite so grand as the Red Queen herself might have seen, of course, in celebration of a final declaration in the vein of summation, so that we might see an end to what strife has laden our journey from this uneasy malaise, to an era of prosperity. We hope to see a new demeanor held among our citizens. Happiness and comfort. We are here to protect, and much as we serve the Scarlet Rule, I want you to know that me and mine," He said with a gesture to the officials arrayed about him, "Are here to serve you. And so, without further ado, we come to the conclusion we've been leading up to. There are two of yours here today, who I mean to seat as two of mine. We shall bring the meaning of being a Baajan and the meaning of being a citizen of the Scarlet Rule closer together, and soon, you will come to learn that those two definitions are synonymous." His smile was fake, but so very well practiced. Only officials who had made similar speeches might have marked it as such. Otherwise, he just looked prideful in all that he had accomplished as regent. And speaking of practice, about half of it had gone into the pronunciation of their names. "Poema Kamalani shall now be titled Princess of Baaj Island! And so shall her successors, favoring females of her blood, inherit her title so long as Baaj's banners are Red. And like do we see the new title of Kealohilani Paoa, Prince of Baaj Island, whose title shall be inherited by his successors, favoring males of his blood, until the Scarlet is the color of the beaches, and not the flags!" He finished, gloriously as intended, with his hands in the air, inciting a sense of triumph which coaxed more supportive woos from the crowd than expected, amounting in a supportive cacophony. That was a good sign toward the fortune of their decision. "Thank you, all of you, for coming here today and partaking in the grandeur of this event! Let it be known that the Rule is strong, and it shall serve as a foundation for Baajan prosperity long as at least I, Soris Talra, can hold a sword." He finished his speech with an image in his mind of glorious vanity, defending the name of Red's kingdom even after she had died, holding Baaj island as a last bastion in her memory. He turned around at the podium, and the Prince and Princess recognized their queue to step out from behind the curtain, parading waves and recognition from the back of the stage to its end, and into the crowd to signal the beginning of the night's revelry. Soris held a glass of golden liquid in the air and said his last words as his officials filed out into the open space to make way for the band and its handlers assembling behind him. "Have a good night, everyone!" And he downed the glass before making way, and finding his stubborn path to the long table of great catered delights, inviting those who chose to beg his audience to accompany him.

    first there was nothing Then there was something, that something was THE WORLD The world was just stars and rock flying around in space, the world thought it was interesting so it did nothing However after a few Eons the world got bored of all of the fire, rocks and matter so it decided to make 3 new elements: water, air and life so it made a planet with anything on it like a medieval kingdom next to a futuristic city and a dark and gloomy castle on a prehistoric mountain right next to a modern day suburbia. The world wanted to know what the people it just added will do once they meet each other, the world was interested. This is all of their stories
  17. Sissel Inkflank the Pegasus (Yes, passer-by. this is indeed a my little pony roleplay on Valucre.) had just landed at the top of his small tower near Everfree. Today, of all days, was the day he would pick a topic that would be rejected by his superiors. The male pony was a news reporter in Ponyville, and he liked honest reports a little more than his boss did. The topic that he chose today was reporting about a mystery long wondered in Ponyville; was the mint located in the Everfree Forest an official one, and was it illegal? A review with Government officials provided the short answer; no, it was perfectly legal. But his boss didn't like the report. He didn't think it would attract too much attention. Sissel's boss usually likes reports that Sissel does on racing teams, when they reveal huge scandals or the like. But Sissel didn't enjoy harming a pony's reputation. But it was the honest truth, right? He sighed. "And today is the day just before evaluation. I wonder what my paycheck is going to be this time?"
  18. A Familar Face Forgotten

    For what seemed like an eternity Zeonis was surrounded by silence and the all encompassing darkness of the void world, save for the occasional sound of his own footsteps tapping against the infinite darkness under his feet. Trapped with his own scarred and tormented thoughts, he trudged forward, staring absent minded into the void world before him, each step bringing him closer to his goal. His tattered clothes and armor grew heavier with every step he took, but yet he continued forward. It wasn't normal for someone to walk through dimensions like this. Such travel would be near impossible as only the brightest minds and most talented mages could attempt such a feat. When they did, it was always a short affair, teleports and jumps through this dreadful world. Yet here was Zeonis, slowly making his way through it, an extended stay in this null world. How would someone even find their way into such a precarious situation? It all started with his first attempt at making it back to his home realm via a portal summoned by one of his vassals. Inter-dimensional travel is a strange and fickle ordeal. A single mispronounced word can turn what would have been a fun filled and sunny vacation to your home realm into a living hell. At times it could be a faulty crystal or an outdated formula for calculating planar shifts. Maybe it was an incorrect set of coordinates given to you by a half-dead astrology student suffering from mild psychosis. Or in Zeonis' case; sabotage. Zeonis was one of seven children born to Emperor Vangelis and Empress Cyhil of Ata'ren. Among all of the children, Zeonis was the youngest, and the first to be born into an era of peace. Ata'ren was at war with itself with Emperor Vangelis at it's helm. He considered it a necessary evil, the remnants of the old regime threatened to over throw the fickle peace he managed to establish. Years after his father's victory there were still those who pledged allegiance to the defunct empire and craved vengeance. When word Zeonis' disappearance spread throughout the land, the group seized their chance to strike. Through relatively unknown means they rigged the portals into Ata'ren to malfunction throwing many a civilian into the void realms and beyond. The emperor ordered all portals leading to and from their world to be sealed. Unfortunately for Zeonis, he never caught word of this. On his way through the portal back to his home world he was thrown violently into the void realms where he would remain for an unknown amount of time. Each time the boy would attempt to return home, he would find himself flung into another strange place. One jump led to another and soon Zeonis found himself on another planet. The world around him filled with unimaginable horrors and alien life. It was from that point on Zeonis' memory ceased. Something caused the gap in his memory, and no matter how hard he tried, nothing seemed to make him recall what happened. Zeonis only experienced small pockets of what happened to him during his night terrors. The horrors replaying in his mind were enough to make the hope of sleep a fleeting pleasure. The boy, now turned young man made sure to keep himself awake for as long as possible. He dreaded what lovecraftian horrors he would recall while he slept, the experience of revisiting it alone was enough to send waves of unholy terror running through his body. Zeonis was near the point of collapse once again as he continued his trek until a small miracle occurred, he found a signal. Zeonis was born special, he was born a psion. Gifted with incredibly telekinetic powers passed down through his blood from his mother. The young psion managed to hone his abilities enough at a young age to the point where he could send out his conscious and touch other sentient life forms. It was a form of psionic echolocation if you will. The small caveat to this was that boy was talented but inexperienced. Zeonis could not handle the recoil from such an action. If he touched minds with a particularly powerful psion, it would be enough to render him unconscious. A strange raspy chuckle emerged from Zeonis as he recalled the scene. He had just emerged from a portal into the world of Sigil, the city of doors. Fresh from his escape from home, the boy eager ran out into the open city of Sigil, bewildered and confused by it's strange architecture and stranger denizens. Quick to find new friends, the inexperienced psion followed the trail of a particular group into an alleyway. Zeonis couldn't recall the exact event that occurred, but only the stinging searing pain from him touching minds with every psion in that alleyway. The shock made him fall limp, and when he woke, he found himself in the care of one Red the Ambivalent. From there he would go on to briefly study underneath her and Raven Kanzaki until he departed and ended up in his current state. Zeonis' pace quickened as the source of the signal grew closer with every step he took. He soon broke out into a wild run as he prepared himself to exit from the dimension. His labored breathing increased as he ran, pushing his muscle aching muscle far past their point of comfort. His wild and disheveled hair whipping about wildly and he gained speed. A surge of joy welled up in his bruised and battered chest. He could feel it now, the end of his journey was near. He would be free of this accursed place! Gathering what little power he had left, Zeonis thrust his hand forward tearing a gaping hole in the infinite void revealing another world yet again. At full speed the young prince burst from the rift preceded by an ear deafening bang. Zeonis' landing was harsh and ungraceful as he tumbled and flopped end over end, nearly taking out a group of pedestrians in the process. It was quite a spectacle to behold! Rolling over once more onto his back Zeonis could clearly see the large sign hanging above him. It read: The Kinetic Grille. "I'm free..." he breathed. With his last breath Zeonis sent out a pulse of psionic energy, desperately clawing and reaching for any psionic mind within a 5 mile radious. Before he could even face the recoil he blacked out. Zeonis was finally free.....
  19. It was an excellent night. The moon was in its Waxing Gibbous phase, piercing the day with its red glow. How truly marvelous~ However. Sadly, some people in this glorious land were not so grateful for the lunar energies that bathed us all. No. Some were noisy, filthy, and dressed in pink. A true taboo of fashion and style. What you needed was a nice pair of gentleman's white gloves, a purple suit with fuchsia collar, dark green curled-tip dress shoes- and swagger! Yes, that was how to handle oneself, especially in foreign lands. Dressing like a prostitute with a blue scarf and yelling loudly to all poor passerby would simply not do. "Mooooooon~ I'll accept your invitation, squire of Gaia! MOOHOOHOOhoon!" Yes. By a stroke of great misfortune, the challenge had been heeded by he - Kenny Moonblade. He had been rather parched, at least by homunculi standards, and approached this quaint tavern for a quick sip of ale. Unfortunately, a cross-dressing loudmouthed boy opened the door and didn't bother to continue waltzing in! So the 6'7" moon-headed "man" was left to stand behind the ratlike "prince" during his speech some three feet while tapping his shoes impatiently on the cobblestone road beforehand. How audacious. Filthy mixed breeds were hardly better than humans at 'tall, and this one had a tail sticking out of their gaudy looking pants for the love of all that was lunar. Atrocious! Unfashionable! Distasteful! Dull! Gross! Filthy! Unclean! Disgusting! Boring! Stupid! Dumb! Idiotic! Dated! Passé! Antiquated! Behind the times! Good god, his tail. Not too unlike that of a pig, if you entwined their swirled pink bottom and smeared it with feces! No. He'd thrash this braggart post haste and possibly even get a free drink out of the deal for his patronage. Genius, Moonblade!
  20. Manors and Manners

    Hello everybody! Welcome to Manors and Manners. This is the story of individuals with a dark twist. Here in the town of Lidsden the villains are heroes and the heroes are villains. So if you want to join please pm me before you post. Now let me give you some background before the rules. You have been invited to stay at one of my characters manors. He has invited you over to learn from one another. But there is a dark secret in this town and it is your job to find out what it is and expose it. The setting is very similar to England in the 1800's. Now for the rules. 1. No godmodding 2. I don't what race or creed your character goes by. 3. No text speech. Do your best and write to impress. 4. Have fun!
  21. Florence's face faced skyward with her eyes closed as the warm water transitioned from the flask to her stomach, restoring vital fluids though unfortunately due to the warmth, a lack of refreshment that she readily craved at that moment in time. Keeping her eyes closed as she faced the sky, her heavy breathing was slowing returning to a steady rate along with her heartbeat, as she put the cap back on her flask before clipping it into place on the side of her belt. She allowed the dry heat of the sunlight evaporate the sweat from her face whilst enjoying the caressing feeling of a mild but steady breeze, cool her down. After a moment, she opened her eyes to take in the surrounding landscape, looking for any signs of settlements, water sources, clearings or areas of importance, but from her spot at the top of this jungles tree canopy all she could see was more jungle. She let out a sigh as she used her hand to wipe the last remnants of sweat from her face and began to think about what her next steps should be and most importantly, on how exactly she was going to survive in this new and incredibly different habitat that was so foreign to her. As her head was racing through every possible outcome that she was likely to face, she also created strategies for each and every one of them. She looked down through a break in the canopy to the humid darkness below... **Flashback** It had been just over an hour since she had traveled through a portal to this new land of Taen somewhere deep in the Terrenus region. She had been greeted by strange sounds unknown to even someone as well traveled as her, the plants and flowers just as much a stranger though incredibly beautiful. The first thing that really hit her about this new place however wasn't how different everything was, it was how hot and heavy the humidity of the jungle seemed to be, instantly feeling heavy on her lungs and increasing the volume of her breathing to ensure enough oxygen was entering into her body. Within the first ten minutes of her being here, she already knew that the water she carried upon her would not last her long and that finding a fresh water source was her immediate goal. She began making her way through the dense under-bush of the enormous thick tree's that made up apparently 90% of this dark jungle, looking for potential high ground or an easily climbable tree, something that would allow her to grasp awareness of her current location and landscape in the hope for information. Suddenly, she stopped dead in her tracks, twisting her head slightly and concentrated in silence as she listened carefully.. she smiled, her heart naturally beating faster in reaction to her sudden increase in happiness, "...water!". With a burst of energy, she began to run in the direction that she was positive it was coming from, excited at its prospect. Skipping over logs and thick flora stems from the over sized plantation, she used her arms to whack aside all vegetation in her path, her arms beginning to itch from their touch, when she caught something large in her peripheral vision to her right. With an inquisitive expression, she turned her head briefly to examine closer what had caught her attention, barely having time to spot what appeared to be a large species of deer or gazelle before her leading leg crashed into something solid, bringing her crashing down into a heap on the floor. Wincing in pain at both her leg hitting something really hard and the impact of her fall, she gingerly began to get to her hands and knees, before catching her breathe and standing up, brushing herself off quickly and checking for damage. Before she had time to finish checking herself over, her head cleared up, looking back at the spot where she had seen that creature and then at the spot where she had crashed into something hard. She froze still as she looked, as there in front of her was the object of which brought her down, staring right back at her getting to its feet. This beast must have stood at almost twice her height, its grayish-light tan hair short with wisp's of black hair upon its chest and mane and long, gnarly antlers protruding upon the top of its head. This was the exact same species of creature that had caught her eye a split second before, which meant that there was at least two of the beasts within close proximity, and Florence had absolutely no idea if they were prey animals of the predators. The giant antelope-like creature began to stalk closer, shortly being joined by the other one seen prior and as they got closer, Florence began to look around her for the nearest exit to safety. Through quick glances, not wanting to take her eyes off of the oncoming beasts that seem to now be stalking her, she spotted a way through the bush to where by she could possibly hide and try to lose them. From out of nowhere, this escape option became a no go, as yet another one of these creatures burst through the bushes directly at her. This was bad. On the appearance of this third beast, the patience of the others clearly gave out with the other two instantly reacting by exploding into stride right at her. Without hesitation Florence turned and began to simply run as fast as she could go through the thick undergrowth, through the humid darkness she was pretty much fleeing blind. As fast as she could run, there was clearly no escaping their much greater strides and with one of them seconds away from being on top of her, she crossed her arms together, used the power of her Stone of Gaheris and summoned forth a big magical shield. Turning to face the oncoming stampede, she ducked her head down into her arms behind the shield and braced for impact, just in time to take the full brunt of this raging creatures powerful antlers smashing into her. The magical shield took the full impact, preventing the antlers from penetrating or smashing into her body, however this still didn't stop Florence from being winded and thrown back through the air with incredible force, crashing into the trunk of a tree hard, spinning her body around and dispelling the shield, before landing in a crumpled heap on the ground several feet away from impact. Taking a deep breathe as she lay there, the hit of the tree trunk taking its toll and potentially breaking at least one rib, the adrenaline kicked in which enabled her to get to her feet as swiftly as possible. She looked around for another exit, taking note of a nearby ledge to a small 20 ft drop in the level of the jungle floor, the tree's reaching up on the other side and some thick vines. She didn't have anymore time to glance around and think, as she turned to look at the oncoming creatures as they hunted her down. One was much closer than the other two and she became aware very quickly that if she didn't handle the front runner first, she wouldn't be able to make it to the ledge. Taking a deep breathe, she turned side-on to the approaching beast, widened her stance in order to brace herself and once again utilized the power of the Stone of Gaheris. Her eyes lit up blue and as she accessed more and more power from her stone, a fiery blue aura began to cloak her body as well, before directly in front of her a large greatsword manifested itself. Clasping both hands around its handle, the sword also became shrouded in her aura, as her face took on a serious demeanor as she allowed this creature to get as close as possible. The beast roared as it lowered its head to once again smash her with its antlers and trample her, though a split-second prior to impact, Florence took a big step back with her right foot, maneuvering herself out the way of the antlers before beginning to swing the greatsword like a baseball bat, all with a mighty roar of her own. The greatsword swung past its head and struck deep into the animals leading leg, cutting like a hot knife through butter thanks to her magically increased strength and aura. Smoke and blood began to spray from the beasts badly gashed ankle as it failed to hold up its weight in full stride, crashing down onto the jungle floor. Once the greatsword emerged through the other side of the leg, Florence dispelled it, momentarily glancing at the other two creatures still charging at her just long enough to gauge the time & distance, before turning once more and running for the ledge, grimacing through the pain of the broken ribs and beat up leg. The downed beast crying in distress, still attempted to snap at her with its mouth as she ran past, narrowly missing her. With a last burst of strength, adrenaline starting to fade, she just managed to grab onto a vine and launch herself off the top of the ledge, swinging herself over the drop and towards the tree in front, taking a leap of faith as she landed onto a large spiraling branch, barely stopping herself from over-committing and falling off the other side. The two last remaining creatures come to a gentle stop, snarling as they stared at her and paced back & forth along the ledge trying to decipher how they could possibly still get to her. Standing up, Florence wraps her left arm around the front of her body in a natural bid to protect herself, trying to catch her breathe back but struggling to breathe deep enough, before facing them now from distance. Watching as the two upon the ledge begin to return back to their fallen friend, she squats in both awe and relief as a sense of mild relaxation comes over her, having been able to escape from such gigantic, powerful beasts. The fallen beast attempting to stand continues to cry out in pain, though that pain soon escalates into something more frightened as the other two become aggressive and begin to attack and cannibalize the wounded creature. **End of Flashback** She snapped out of the daydream of her moments prior to climbing the tree, as she takes one last look above the canopy hoping that she had missed something like some buildings or a water source but to no luck. She had come here to Taen having heard of the birth of a new kingdom that people were calling Lunaris. She had heard of the plight of the people wanting to establish a new life here and how many were dying due to various manor of beasts & creatures, wanting to provide protection to those people whilst possibly finding a new life for herself, having grown weary of the constant wandering since leaving home. The prospect of the rise of a new King and hierarchy grew desire within her to search for the chance of fulfilling what she initially grew up wanting to achieve, to become a Royal Kingsguard and be protector to both the King and its realm, though albeit it now, a far away foreign realm and King. Having witnessed first hand some of the beasts inhabiting this new land, it had become easy for her to understand how the new settlement of people were having trouble protecting themselves in the presence of creatures of that nature, especially if they were not the worst this strange world had to offer. From here on out, she knew she would have to give this place her full attention and just assume everything encountered is out to kill her, as her complacency had almost got her killed. Readying herself, her plan was to still find a water source but running through the dense undergrowth was not only horrendously humid, hard to breathe and incredibly dangerous, but the slowest method of finding a water source, this Lunaris or people in general. She decided that she would concentrate on traveling within the upper levels of the jungle, moving from branch to branch as they seemed strong and reliable, with the height acting as both means to hopefully keep her out of danger as well as gaining viewing advantage, whilst granting her access to constantly peer above the canopy. With one last look at the sun to understand which direction was north, she quickly rotated her arms and head to loosen up her increasingly stiff neck and shoulders, before dropping beneath the canopy to the branch below. With direction mapped out, she began travel from branch to branch.
  22. Proprietor & Blacksmith - Alma 'MoonHammer' Luminare Blacksmith Specialty: Alma Luminare is known for: Crafting magically enchanted items with both weight reduction and elemental magic through mastery of smithing. About MoonHammer Forge: • MoonHammer Forge is open to everyone in need of unique, customisable items and equipment, ranging from: personalised weapons, armour, shields, tunics, riding equipment (saddles etc), furniture and jewellry. Note: personal requests may be granted, just speak with Alma Luminare.• Depending on the level of item/s requested, Alma Luminare may present the customer with a quest of equal skill, in order to (a) acquire the necessary materials/gemstones/magical artifacts desired for an items creation and (b) test the skills/abilities of the requesting user, to ensure items of certain powers do not fall into the hands of those too weak to wield them.• Further testing via various means, may also be conducted by Alma Luminare in order to garner a better psychological understanding of a customer, to ensure these items of power do not fall into the wrong hands. • To the rear of MoonHammer Forge, is the Training Yard. This area may be used for the various means: Testing pre-requisite by Alma Luminare prior to receiving items of powers. Elemental Magical Combat training in solo/pairs/groups, by any member of the public. General social/drinking hang out spot for any member of the public (Note: Barrels of Ale available to all paying customers). WELCOME!
  23. "The virus outbreak took a great toll on the world, sending it into a state of panic. Everyone running through the cities trying to find the closest way out of town, but no one could leave. We were all infected "they " said. We needed to stay for medical attention, guess what...nothing ever happened to us. Days going by, people turning into brainless murderers. My life was never going to be normal again, I still remember the day when my eye got infected. The oozing of puss coming from it, the terrible burning sensation it caused, I tried to ask "them" for help. All they gave me was some ointment to make my eye rott away. Someone, please help me.....I need it so badly." my hand started to cramp up after writing down in my small notebook I kept since everything happened. "Shit...." my voice was so dead I almost sounded like someone knowing they were going to die in two hours or less. The cramping got worse as I tried to move my hand to get some blood flowing back through my veins, my brother was out in the city searching for supplies for the two of us. The government already bailed out on us and the city so there was really no point in them trying to supply the remaining survivors. "I'm back!" a tall brunette walked into through the opening in the wall since the door was completely gone. "O-Oh Hey Devin..." I responded quietly. Devin smiled at me the same old grin he had since we were kids playing in our backyard on the swingset dad had set up. "Bea you alright?" he mumbled with a concerned look in his eyes setting down a small medical kit, some cans of food, and two heavy duty rolls of duck tape. Devin...the poor guy thought duck tape could fix everything if it could I would probably have my eye and be in London sipping tea with the Queen of England. I looked up slightly from the notebook and nodded quickly flashing a quick smile trying to make everything seem alright. "Yes I'm fine...just call me Beatrice okay?" I mumbled annoyed of his stupid nickname. Devin bit his lip slightly before sighing and stopping hearing the chitter chatter heading towards us. My eyes widened hearing it as well, it had been forever since anything like this happened. He covered his mouth with his finger pulling out his pistol and loading it getting ready to shoot if anything happened to us. My heart rate picked up as I lowered my hand on my dagger preparing to launch, "shhh" Devin got low preparing to shoot. (Hey guys! hopefully you guys think this is alright..sorry if its cringy I'm new to the site! )
  24. The Mil Dot Lunaris (the opening)

    This is the Mil Dot Lunaris: a firearm store that the kid of items that Americans could only dream of, and ammunition tipes most people don't even think are possible. Outside, there is a switchback staircase in the front leading up to the front covered porch, which continues to the left and right sides beyond the trees. Wooden tables and chairs provide places for people to sit and eat. The front wall is mostly wood-framed windows, surrounded by profiled trim and cedar shakes. Suspended rope walkways also connect to the porch at different places.The windows themselves are triple-pane ballistic polycarbonate, three inches combined, with argon pockets. There is a ramp to a freight elevator on the loading dock for people who can't or won't ascend the stairs, as well as deliveries. A large sign stands on the front roof, with the Mil Dot logo (and name) laid in very white oak with dark ebony. The inside has two areas; the public area, and the private area. The public area takes up 70% of the volume and reaches through the supports all the way up to the underside of the roof decking. The back roof has the same windows as the front wall, and the same density. During most days, the only light needed is in the cases. All of the walls have cedar paneling, all of the lights are warm white LEDs connected to a direct current system, and rock maple covers the floor of the store portion. The eatery is separated only by the line where the maple flooring meets the yellow cedar. The same wooden furniture sits in this area that sits outside, and a wall from floor to ceiling separates the public and private sections. The freight elevator opens up from the "private" area on this wall in a way that does not allow the public free access. Restrooms flank the elevator shaft. The cases that line the back and left sides are heavy, with teak-covered metal frames holding heavy ballistic polycarbonate panes. Rifle racks and heavy cabinets sit behind them, with register terminals between banks of cases. Sharp-eyed observers may even notice the ample tinted camera domes, the Browning M2 and Mark 19 emplacements and firing slots up on the walls and roof sections. The private area is just for people who work here, which includes the kitchen, storage areas, office, utility spaces, and where Thurgood and Aveline live. The only coatings applied to any of the wooden surfaces, inside or out, are clear varnishes and resins, all designed to show the wood's natural beauty. Overall the structure is actually stronger than the trees supporting it. Inside the non-window walls is not just insulation and wiring, but heavy ballistic fiberglass and polycarbonate panels that combined can stop a .50 BMG full-metal jacket round. There is a full inside-outside water deluge system and chemical foam nozzles for fire supression (as well as flame-retardant varnishes and resins), large-scale greensand and DE filters and UV disenfection for water with two cisterns in the "private" area of the roof underside. A 10,000-gallon septic system with integrated grease trap remove waste from drainwater before returning it to the jungle. 80 individual 100-watt solar panels stick above the canopy to charge forklift cells in the utility area (that has ventilation to prevent hydrogen buildup). The forklift cells then power everything else either directly, or through a three-phase pure sine inverter. Now with Out Of Cartridges (OOC) thread!
  25. Silence. Like the neverending sound ripped away from a voice that needed to speak. Silence that came made the fear all the more powerful as it came to be. It was here, standing in the rain did the first seed stand. Looking over the plans he had written in an old scratched up notebook. If he was to succeed in gaining Athentha to his own goals he needed to do something drastic. It seemed that he had called the seeds here. The dying organization he was trying to build would be destroyed in time. But as he looked over at Vanilla, he had an idea. People knew the legend of the beast and the organization of the blood red moon children. It was here that he formed a plan. He would need to sacrifice the second seed and combine her with the princess. Without another word, he looked at Vanilla again. He had kept her safe during all this time, and she was the only one he could stand. But his feelings for the half breed seemed to now run his brain, trying to self destruct everything he worked for. Taking a step as the rain continued to get heavier he would come here, to the princess's home city and lure her here. The first seed sat down on the bench now as he placed the notebook into his bag. Vanilla taking her seat beside him. It wasn't a secret she held a torch for the first seed. But she would never be able to be with him. Not the way the second seed wanted it. The two remained in silence. Garnet's eerie golden yellow eyes traced every figure that walked by. No elves, just demons. He smiled to himself, if he could harness the half breed then the land could become his, and he could make it good. Create something different from what Rin wanted to do at least. The elders are onto us aren't they? They have acquired knights and soldiers to keep tabs on us. Garnet, why are we the enemy? What did we do to deserve such hatred? We exist Vanilla. That is all. They think we are helping the monster to acquire her land back. And we are somewhat. Let them gather whoever they want. If my plan succeeds, it will be futile. You shouldn't worry yourself to death about these things. You should think of the future. Of course Vanilla didn't know she wouldn't see the future as she was now. That Garnet planned to fuse her with the half breed. He didn't care about the elders. They could do what they wanted and everything would work out in the end. Yet, in the end things wouldn't be the same. Athentha was on the brink of being destroyed. The war would come, but he would have a weapon at least. But he was wrong. Garnet was not prepared for what happened, he would never be. And so they sat there in the rain watching the people come and go. The inn wasn't open yet so they couldn't get a room to take a nap in. It would be open in an hour before the mid-afternoon sun would appear in the sky.