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Haven: Summer camp for Supernatural Teens

Once again, the strange red-haired girl charged up to Lukas, shouted a few demands into his face, and stormed off without pause. He sucked in a breath and slowly let it out. That was a bit rude. Still, he let the thought slip from his mind. Anger did him no good, especially anger directed against strangers.

"I'm Lukas," he said, waving a meek hand at Willow. It was understandable enough that she couldn't read his name. Most people couldn't. Well, not at home, at any rate. "Why don't you just write your name on a sheet of paper? It'll serve the purpose well enough, and there's no contest."

Ruins of God -- Dark Age Character RP (Barbarian setting)

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The Redwatch

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The Waves Hold Secrets

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Haven: Summer camp for Supernatural Teens

Λ . . . ο . . . υ . . . slowly, the letters began to take shape under Lukas' finger-straining effort. Lukas had never actually done any carving in his life, and the reality of it was far more difficult than how it looked on TV. What's more, the wood proved an adversary mightier than the feeble pair of scissors was accustomed to dealing with, and already the very tips of the blade were beginning to bend. Still, he was making good time. Perhaps the placard would be finished in time for lunch after all.

A voice jolted him from his idle thinking, shattering his focus. His scissors, working down a letter, slip from the wood and cut across his arm. Lukas yelps and grabs where the blade landed. Slowly, he removes his hand and checks the palm. No blood. It hurts, but at least it won't make a mess either. He grimaced. It would have been nice to have his stone skin activate then. "This," he responds, holding his placard face up towards the source of the voice. "Λουκάς Μορ" displayed proudly across its length, the remaining half of the last name not having been done yet. "It's my name. What were you working on?"

Haven: Summer camp for Supernatural Teens

Lukas stretched and got up off the log. At the very least there was now something to do. He strode over to the dining hall, casually as he pleased, and snatched up one of the wooden placards. Perhaps he could put a nice carving on it. He looked around for a knife or similar whittling tool, and stopped in his tracks. Right. Stupid Lukas. No summer camp worth its dirt would give teens who couldn't even legally drive a bunch of big scary knives. Then, an idea came to him. Quietly, he took one of the scissors from the back. It wasn't that sharp, but it could probably make quick work of the wood. Armed with the idea, he sat down back against the wall and began to work.

Magic RP (Open to new players)

"I think I understand," Ardasa said, looking down at the map on the table. "So, you want to give us plans and materials for an embassy and bathhouse, but we provide the labor?" Such an offer was . . . odd. She could appreciate the sentiment behind it. Obviously, an embassy would go towards dissipating the hate that the Xigylli keep for nearly all dracons. So too would a bathhouse, a luxury that the nascent empire might not be able to afford. However, what would the nobility think? What would the public think? Neither are eager, after so much war, to work under the supervision of dracons.

"Counterproposal," Ardasa began, drawing a shaky breath. "Hekaga may freely move merchandise and military through the Talon Pass, but not past . . . this river," she said, pointing to the one she was indicating. It still made her nervous to use its common name among the peasantry, the River Ardasa. "You give us the plans to the embassy and bathhouse, and we build them ourselves. With our own gold. You may be assured in the ability of our crafts, and need not worry about imperfection. A kobold's hands are as good as their mind, after all."

The Sewer Rats

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Magic RP (Open to new players)

Ardasa took the paper and scanned it in wonder. Within the first day, she had already been given so many concessions. First the legion gets to return home, next she's being offered a gift of gold! "I . . . I'm sorry, I don't have anything for you in return," she said, stammering out her words as if she were unfamiliar with them. "I'm sure the legion is eager to see their families again. It is true, our nation and our military are both quite recent constructs. We have not had the time to train as many soldiers as we'd like."

A lance of doubt joins her other thoughts. The Grand Prince will inevitably want something in return, and what he asks for may not be pleasant for Xigyll. It was silly to be afraid of someone who so far has been nothing but accommodating, but nonetheless, she considered it too likely to dismiss. "You are too generous, Your Majesty of Hekaga. I cannot imagine how we may repay you."

Magic RP (Open to new players)

Ardasa rubbed her snout with a hand, thinking. Suddenly, she felt as if she wasn't quite safe here. Perhaps she should have brought some guards, or at least some advisors familiar with statecraft . . . no no. She shook the thoughts from her mind. She was here now, best make the most of it.

"Xigyll is certainly prospering," she began. Best to start off on the right foot. "Our hold on the Talon Pass is proving to be an incredible source of income." She smiled up at the grand prince. "The land is fertile, and I dare say that there are fewer kobolds starving in our walls than anywhere else in the world where our people live. So . . . that's good news." Then comes the difficult part, the part where difficulties are brought up.

"A city of our size and population requires its army be in peak condition, you'd understand. Especially one such as ours, who claim defense of the entire kobold race. At this moment, a solid quarter of our army is here, defending this city as our treaty specifies. I like it that way. It certainly promotes cultural understanding . . . right?" Her smile waned a bit. "However, that is three thousand kobolds not at home. Our Traeton mercenaries stopped when the gold did, leaving us with not much. That is why I'm here, to renegotiate the alliance under more equal terms."