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Magic RP (Open to new players)

Ardasa made a beeline for the temple of the elements. Perhaps that was the most likely to contain the northern pantheon. Each of the three gods are associated with an element, Scen with flowing water, Arda with unshakable metal, and Hetuis with vast and shifting earth. The dragons, their guardians and enforcers, keep fire between all of them. Truth be told, they have a hand in all of the categories of the Hekaga temples, but it would be easiest to start in the broadest category. She had grabbed Ternoc's hand and nearly dragged him along with her, to the shouts and complaints of their guards.

The inside was nowhere near as majestic as that of the fire temple, but it made Ardasa calm in the way that only the presence of the gods could. She searched between statue after statue, all of kobold-ized forms of dracon gods. Where was it? Relief flooded over her as she spotted, in a far corner, a familiar symbol. Two vertical lines, drawn next to each other, surrounded by a circle. A simple drawing, but a complete one, easily depicting the three gods when a statue could not be made available. Perhaps the kobolds living here do not prefer the northern pantheon anymore. Upon a large rock taking the place of an official altar lays the corpse of a snake. A representation of the undead snake, Hetuis, and a warning of the futility of escaping death.

Ardasa let go of Ternoc's hand, which she had been gripping with near vice-like intensity, and dropped to her knees before the altar. "Come, join me," she said, looking up at Ternoc's standing form and beckoning with a claw. "It won't do to pray alone. If there aren't at least two voices, then prayer is worthless."

Magic RP (Open to new players)

"I'd like to see them anyway," Ardasa said, "but first . . . " she took off, running for one of the great columns of flame. They were so hot, so thick with smoke, it was a wonder the priests could get within ten paces of it. Before she could change her own mind, she took a shaking claw and thrust it into the flames, waiting for the dracon god's detached judgement. The flames enveloped her hand like a winter glove, dancing on her scales and sometimes following the cracks between them up her arms and all the way to her elbow. Strangely, it hadn't hurt at all. It was very much like wearing a glove, in fact. She was tempted indeed to put her face through as well, but decided against it. This was pride enough, better not poke the god to any harsher action.

When she pulled her hand out, it was almost as it went in. There was perhaps a minor blister, maybe two. Nobody can be completely free of mistakes, after all, and she could never hope to match the solemn priests that passed through once a year. Maybe this was the best she could hope for, and it was, to her, pretty impressive indeed. "Alright, now take me to the kobold temples," she said, enraptured by as mundane a thing as a little blister. She traced a finger along the little stretch along her palm. Was it just her excitement, or had the pain gone already?

Haven: Summer camp for Supernatural Teens

Lukas felt like sleeping. The seconds began to drag on, turning into minutes, and possibly hours. After he finished his bit of woodwork, there simply was so little to . . . do. Eventually, after several straight sets, even Smash Bros begins to lose its high-octane luster. There comes a point when the game AI just gives up and starts repeating moves, becoming almost too easy to beat. Maybe he should up the difficulty to two . . .

Fortunately, he needn't dwell on such evil thoughts. The bell rang merrily, marking the beginning of the lunch promised by the counselors. Well enough, Lukas was getting a bit hungry. Scratch that, a lot hungry. Homesickness was a disease, and food was the cure. Good food, that is. He had no idea about what was being given to the students here, but something told him it wasn't going to be gyros and barbouni. Perhaps it would be too much to ask for his parents to send him something from home.

Haven: Summer camp for Supernatural Teens

Could you jump the game forward to lunchtime?

🎀 𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓹𝓮𝓻 . 𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰 . 𝓚𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 . 𝓜𝓪𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓼 . (a steampunk RP of petticoats, poison, and propriety)

"My father is doing well, well indeed," Elodie said, stiffening. Floods of memories were coming back to her, endless courtesies and commands and forms of proper conduct. She had dealt with men before, countless numbers of them. They littered the ranks of the Merchants Guild in the cities, as well as those of many trade companies. Very rarely did she deal with ladies, even rarer ladies of a higher station than herself, and the thought of slipping up made her more nervous than it ought. "And your uncle? Good as well, I should hope?" It was a lie, and one Elodie didn't want to have to tell. Her father was a businessman, at least for now. Feudalism had gone out the window, and was replaced quickly with trade. The Merchants Guild had a way of imposing unfavorable regulations on independent corporations, and this did not bode well for her estate. Lying was one of the things she had learned well in Madame Geraldine's.

"I should hope we are in good company tonight, my lady," Elodie said, letting a tired eye drag across the room, alighting on each person in it before flitting away again. Who knows which one of them was an enemy subversive? "It would not do well to suffer any embarrassments in such a public event, would you not agree?" Were that group of ladies in the middle of the room watching her? Elodie could swear that they were making glances her way, as she was doing to them. The intrigues of the city, they made her head spin like mad. "Like I said last week, you have come to the right people for help. My family owns a lovely estate out in the farms along Hourglass City, with crops and flowers growing as far as the eye can see from it. I'm sure we could have that garden of yours blooming within a month. If you would be so kind as to give me its dimensions, soil quality, and the like?" she whispered, hopefully quiet enough so that the prying eyes would not hear.

Magic RP (Open to new players)

"Is there a temple in this city where the kobolds visit?" Ardasa asked. The temples had inspired within her prayer, and she wanted to see her gods again. "There are but three, and most of the northern tribes recognize them, though perhaps in many forms. Surely there must be a shrine to Scen and Arda in as large a city as this." There was no doubt in her mind that no kobold temple in the world was as large and ornate as this one. Fire spewed from countless sources, its pitch smoke billowing straight up to the roof without covering anything around it with soot. A nagging thought popped into her mind, images of holy priests solemnly passing through the flames without so much as a black mark. "Could . . . anyone pass through without harm?" she asked, imagining herself in their place. "So long as they weren't evil of heart?" She didn't think she was the evil sort. Perhaps it was for the flames to decide.

✢ Affairs of the Court ✢

@Avanhelsing @Erklings25 @Silence Sounds @Sierra @cerozer0 @murdoc @The Wyrm @Brei @ayzrules @Lionhearted

Alright, team, listen up! Due to absence on the part of the current GM, @eclecticwitch will be taking over as acting GM until the existing one decides to return. If you have abandoned this RP, please let us know promptly. If we do not hear from you in 48 hours, you are assumed to be gone. If you intend to stay, then . . . also let us know. Preferably by continuing the IC.

✢ Affairs of the Court ✢

@eclecticwitch Care to assume temporary GM powers for the interim?

✢ Affairs of the Court ✢

I don't think the GM has been around for a few days now. I sent them a PM half a week ago and have heard no response.

🎀 𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓹𝓮𝓻 . 𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰 . 𝓚𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 . 𝓜𝓪𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓼 . (a steampunk RP of petticoats, poison, and propriety)

Elodie glanced down at the paper in her hand, clutched so tightly it threatens to tear. If she didn't check it every five minutes or so, who knows where it could disappear off to? Yes, this was the place. Smack in the middle of the cramped city, tucked away in one of the constricted quarters, right around one of the labyrinthine streets. This had better be the place . . .

No, she'd taken one wrong turn to many. Of course she did. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Every turn was the wrong turn in this hellish place. Which street was which? Where do they lead? The moment Elodie turns her back, they rearrange themselves and change directions, and then the buildings themselves inch closer together, until what's left of the space between is so constricting that her lungs simply can't absorb enough air. She was going to die here, in front of this one gated mansion among an entire street complex of gated mansions, somewhere nobody at home could find her again. What was the name of the district? Peri . . . something. Periford? Periport? More or less. Well, the first four homes she went to either had no idea what she was talking about or simply slammed the door in her face. Eventually, she'll find it. Steeling herself, she approached the door.

Yes, she was right not to second-guess herself at the last second. The doorman was eager enough to let her in, once she had proven beyond reasonable doubt that she possessed both an invitation and a mask. Quickly, she slipped it on and entered.

The library. Where was the library? Lady Rowena had said to meet her there. Her, and her friend Kingsford. She found the door quickly enough, and entered quiet as she could. There they were, chatting casual as you please. Elodie would recognize the woman anywhere, even with the mask. But how was she supposed to approach such esteemed people? The direct way, perhaps, would not be the best. The last thing she would want is to give something away that should not have been.

"My Lady, a pleasure to see you here," Elodie said, walking up to the chatting pair and dropping to a low curtsy. Just as the school has drilled into her since she was fourteen. One foot back, knees bent, enclose hand into fist optional. "I do hope you are enjoying yourself as I am. I believe you had wished to continue last week's . . . conversation here?"