[OOC] The Last Embers (Dark Steampunk/Fantasy)

[shylarah]

@Lovejoy don't mind me, I'm jsut...eager. ^.^;

[Lovejoy]

I am having the worst fucking day, guys. Like holy shit. Things just keep piling on. It's like I kicked the universe's dog and now it wants to shit on me in every conceivable way. :(

[Draken]

I am having the worst fucking day, guys. Like holy shit. Things just keep piling on. It's like I kicked the universe's dog and now it wants to shit on me in every conceivable way. :(

@Lovejoy

... Did you kick the dog?

I'm joking, of course. It sucks to hear that fate has conspired to make this day especially terrible. Might I recommend punching your way through it and spiting the universe by succeeding?

[Lovejoy]

@Draken Had a really good sandwich, so I'm doing slightly better now. :p

[Lovejoy]

In other news I've been playing Assassin's Creed Origins lately and it's sooo good. Makes me kind of wish I had set this story in a giant desert instead.

[CollectorOfMyst]

@Lovejoy Well, that's what would've happened if the fire titan won. But you went ahead and chose the ice titan.

[shylarah]

@CollectorOfMyst I would like to remind you that tundra is a kind of desert.

[shylarah]

I will have to work on psoting tomorrow, unless Myst gets there first. tonight is shot. I'm exhausted. I woke up at 4am. But hey, I was productive today.

Even if I did far more adulting than anticipated. x.x

[CollectorOfMyst]

@shylarah Yes, but Assassin's Creed Origins takes place in Egypt. No tundra there.

[Draken]

Instead of writing the long overdue bio for my D&D character, I've gone ahead and made a potential member of Warband Leviathan.

Happy to be productive.

At 2am.

Lilana Merketh

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Mother Lilana Merketh
Warband Leviathan

20 yr. Female Muuradan
Short-Range Divination Magic
Specialties in Reconnaissance, Field Survival, and Predation

About Mother Merketh:
Mother Lilana Merketh is a comely woman, whose tidy braids of white hair and small lithe body hold the potential to sway many men. However, those who gaze too long at her usual loose, flowing outfits are as likely to first notice the sturdy padding beneath as she is to begin moving upon them. Though a woman with an empathetic heart for those she cares for, Mother Merketh is a huntress by nature, and does not take kindly to anybody treating her as a catch. Having participated in great hunts far to the north in her youth, she considers the opinions and input of the unproven as half-valid at best, and instead focuses upon the truly capable, and the next great trial she has chosen to surmount.

Lilana was born in the far north to the Merketh clan, where the sheer cold demanded each be able to hold their own warmth with ether - or be lost when they could no longer remain pressed to their parents for aid. In her instinctual drive for freedom, toddler Lilana left the relative comfort of her insulated home for the first time a solid year before most were allowed to dare, and shocked many when she lived to walk again, for cold is the single greatest killer of the wastes. Her grit and etheric potential were praised, even as her parents delivered scoldings and worried tears.

By the age of 8, she was assisting in the Merketh's Great Hunts, wherein the young adults of their tribe - the men and childless women in their prime, tracked, trapped, and slew the greatest beasts of the wastes for protection, food, and incredible materials nearly beyond value. At that time she carried things and helped repair simple tools such as nets. By 9 she was carving hides and scales, even assisting in the laying of new traps in the paths and lairs of great beasts. On her 10th birthday, she was given the honor of participating in the kill, being one of the first five to loose arrows into the drugged wyvern. Though not as great as the Ice Dragons of old, the scales she collected for herself are among her most prized and financially valuable possessions, being harder than metal, sharper than a spear, and almost impossibly conductive to the cold. But a week after this first taste of glory, an Inquisitor of Varya passed by on an annual visit around the clans. Upon hearing of her reputation, the man spun her true tales of the glory he had won in his work, and tested her. She accepted the subsequent offer with little hesitation. Since then she has bonded with her warband, and grown respect for her officers, though the specifics of the Seminary's strict hierarchy yet elude her capacity to care.

Mother Lilana Merketh is a terrifying woman, whose loose and dirtied braids of white hair and inconspicuous, powerful body hold the potential to take down most any foe. However, those who can see past her powerful bow and clawed gauntlets of poisoned wyvernscale may first notice that beneath the hardened exterior is a caring woman, who would stop at nothing for those she trusts and considers family.

If this looks good, I can figure out her opinions of other Leviathan members later.

[shylarah]

@Draken I like her, and her bio really flows. Got more details on her magic? *wrigglin*

I feel your buttcrack of dawn -- or not even -- productivity woes far too deeply, alas.

[Draken]

@shylarah, yeah I really skimped on the details there, sorry. Her magic, in its most basic form, is the ability to sense the presence of living things around her - regardless of her other senses. When on alert, she opens her mind, so to speak, and passively detects any incoming creatures/people. With focus, she can collect a mental image of the area, and/or redirect this sense to somewhere a little ways away. Unfortunately, her capabilities diminish quickly with distance, but have been developed to be quite ether efficient in their most basic form.

[shylarah]

@Draken Ooh, fun! Though I remember that being discouraged, vaguely. Part of the reason Zt only senses ether being used, not living things. Still, the rest is so much fun! And she doesn't have any other notable skills with it, so that might tilt things in your favor! *hopeful*

[Lovejoy]

@Draken She's dope! I love her! I think the limited-area divination ability is a really cool skill. I have some ideas about how it would actually work. Maybe it's something more, and not just an etheric magical ability. I'll be sure to let you know more when the time comes. But yeah, she's great.

I could see her being the Leviathan Warleader and being asked to take up a very important position within the force of inquisitors who remained behind in Magnagrad to help defend it.

[Lovejoy]

By the way, just wanted to let you guys know that I'm having a great time coming up with the nicknames that SA soldiers know your characters by. :p

[shylarah]

@Lovejoy oh GODS. I...I am almost afraid to ask. I'd suggest firecracker for Zt, but that obviously wouldn't be a thing.

Honestly I'm fond of the term "destructive waif", but that's probably not a name they'd use. Maybe some sort of really nasty animal?

Ooooh, yay, for @draken's new gal getting approved! And ooh plotting. Also HA! Ilya, you're out as warleader.

[Draken]

Ooooh, yay, for @draken's new gal getting approved! And ooh plotting. Also HA! Ilya, you're out as warleader.

@shylarah

Yeah, probably for the best... But Father Ilya could get behind her well enough. She's also not the type to care about all the business bits of being Warleader, but she's definitely there to work with and for her family warband.

As for nicknames, anyone want to bet against Father Ilya being "that bitch."

EDIT: Nevermind, that'd have to be Mother Adrijana Zaric.

[shylarah]

@Draken Nah, Ilya doesn't seem like that much of an issue for the SA folk. Also his name carries weight. Adri would be a good candidate. Maybe Zt, but I feel her destructiveness is more defining than her harshness, in this case. There's already a gap between SA and INquisitors.

[CollectorOfMyst]

I won't begin trying to guess Oren's... I'll just wait. Patiently.

[shylarah]

I'm still unable to handle my flailing in general, but I'm just going to reiterate that HOLY CRUD Asherahn being the one eating everyone, and the ones he ate being wiped from memory, I just. AAAAAH.

in other news, trip friday; cannot contain my squee; bouncing off walls.