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My kids hate my sleep schedule. I'm finally getting one online and they keep interrupting it. Last night it was 2am. The other night it was 4. Just let me sleepppp
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My kids hate my sleep schedule. I'm finally getting one online and they keep interrupting it. Last night it was 2am. The other night it was 4. Just let me sleepppp
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1 mo ago
Can someone explain to this confused meat suit that joints are friends, not food. Or better yet, rid me of it completely. I'd like a factory reset please. Lately upgrade.
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1 mo ago
So they're saying we're looking at like 6 to 8 inches of snow here in Louisiana. Southern Louisiana. Like by the bottom. It's 60 degrees outside. Mother Nature, you good fam?
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1 mo ago
She probably can! My male cat terroizing my Great Pyranese mix on the daily! And he's like over 60 lbs. Don't get me wrong, he's a big cat but seeing maybe a 10 lb cat bully a 60 lb dog is sight
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1 mo ago
As a support main on everything I play, INCLUDING rivals. I hate people like that with a burning passion! I get it. It's a strat but just let me live!
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A roleplayer, a mom, a gamer, and a crafter. I like to make stuff, whether it be in writing or drawing or crochet, or paint, the list goes on. If it requires creativity, I can assure I have tried it at least once. If you want to see some of the stuff I make, feel free to ask. I do take commissions too though I hate my own art. Everyone else seems to love it and hey, sometimes you gotta take the money where you can get it, ya know?
Anyways, It's a pleasure to meet you. Wanna rp with me, then just hit me up! I will for sure rp with you, no matter the plot!
Alternate Universe: The dream techniques don't work but the demon summoning sigils do.
I took some liberties with the dreamsrreal.org site, since there wasn't too much information to go off of (what are the techniques?) and filled in the blanks in ways that assumed the lack of information about the site's details were deliberate. (Even though it could have not been) Lemme know if I should change anything.
No it's great! I left it vague on purpose. I will give yall the starting technique that the site provides first though.
"First you need to get into a lucid state. The best way to do that is to set an alarm. So waking yourself up just as you hit REM sleep should do the trick. An alarm at 3.5 hours after you fall asleep should be about right when you start to hit REM and then when you go back to sleep, you should be lucid and in another realm. The better you get at lucid dreaming, the better you'll get at realm hopping! Good luck!"
Everything is fine. Just fine. Everything. Is. Fine. Nothing is wrong. I'm not lost. I'm just on a special little excursion. It's fine. It is fine. In fact, I'm sure if I take a right, right here, at this tree that I marked ten minutes ago, it will lead me right back to the path and get me back to my group and we can go back to town and I can go back to work and act of this little event never happened. Because it never happened. I didn't get lost. I can't get lost. I'm me! It's impossible for me to get lost!
And yet, no matter how much she tried to talk herself out of it, Adrila was well and truly lost. She had even picked up a sharp stone that she was using to mark the trees as she went by to only find those trees again. And again. And again. At this point, she wasn't sure if she was getting anywhere or if she was somehow trapped in a tiny circle that kept her going around and round and round. That's the only reasonable excuse she could come up with. She had a map and a compass and a plan and a backup plan and a backup for her backup but right when she found herself in unfamiliar forests, it was like everything stopped working or mother nature itself was against her. The compass needle kept spinning wildly, which made no sense- AT ALL! And some really strong wind ripped the map right out of her hands and took it away to then never blow again. Some foul magic had to be at play! That was the only thing Adrila could think of. Someone or something wanted her there in that forest and it was succeeding! She was not getting out of this place any time soon and she was so HUNGRY!
Adrila just conceded herself to roam the forest in a futile attempt to hopefully stumble upon something, anything helpful. She kept the compass out in front because every now and then, in between its bouts of wild spinning, the compass would pause for just a moment and point in one specific direction. She assumed that the magic, for whatever reason, had pauses in its effect and the compass was pointing north in those few moments of clarity. So she followed it, taking a moment to pause if she wasn't sure she was going in the right direction to only continue after being shown the way again. This continued for another twenty to thirty minutes, Adrila growing more and more distraught as time went on. It took everything she had not to pocket the compass and just flail through the forest, screaming at the top of her lungs for someone to come find her but that would be very unladylike and she couldn’t stand to be found like that, a sniveling mess of a woman who was very much out of control. So, for appearance sake, she kept going as her grip on the compass grew tighter and tighter. She had to be getting somewhere, right? If anything, she’ll eventually find the north pole at this rate.
By the time Adrila heard voices, she had twigs and leaves stuck in her long hair, dirt streaked across her cheeks and it was very obvious she had been crying a time or two. Her hair was disheveled from her having pulled at it quite a few times in a panicked state and the compass’s glass cover had been broken when she tripped and dropped it on a tree root. When the voices hit her ears, she froze. She had been walking for a good hour or two now and it had seemed like she would never get out of that accursed forest. Her feet were moving before her mind could catch up to what she was doing. Before long, she broke through the trees, finding herself on a crest of a small hill that overlooked what could only be described as rundown settlement. At the sight of the people below, she had to bite her lip to keep from crying. She was finally saved! No more roaming the forest for her! Finally!
She sprinted down the side of the hill, almost tripping up along the way, but kept her footing and continued her sprint. She found purchase on flat ground and started to make her way towards the villa. However, it seemed to be a lot further away than she had firsg assumed. Her excitment had taken her down the hill in a run and had carried her for a bit but after awhile, she couldn't keep the sprint up any longer and soon was speed walking as fast as her cramping side would allow. She could have sworn the villa was right there when she saw it on the crest of the hill! And yet, she's still going!
The speed walking eventually simmer down to exhausted strolling as she found herself slowly getting closer snd closer to the villa. Was this thing getting further away from her or something? Had she not gauged the distance correctly in her excitment? Was this another terrible spell to keep her trapped in that accursed forest? Why wasn't she there yet? Her feet hurt and her stomach rumbled loudly. She was tired and tears welledup in her eyes as she walked. She bit her bottom lip as she sniffled, trying to keep the tears from flowing. She was so close now. She just had to keep going.
Eventually, Adrila found herself finally getting close to the villa after about another thirty minute's time. Her excitment pushed her into a sprint despite her exhaustion. She pushed into the settlement, finding a small dwarven woman stepping out of one of the houses in a contemplative manner. She ran over to her, pausing just a few feet away as she bent at the waist, trying to catch her breath from the sprint. “E-excuse me,” she began as she held up a finger in the air before straightening and placing her hands on her hips while doing so. She took a deep breath, held it for a moment before continuing until her heart rate settled down enough for her to speak normally. “I’m sorry to bother you but I was wondering if you could tell me where I am. I seem to have gotten a little- lost.” She spoke the last word like a curse. She still hated the fact that she had gotten lost but having spent the last hour and a half wandering a forest despite your best efforts does not count as being not lost. She was very, very lost. Incredibly so. If it wasn’t for the compass, she would still be wandering that forest. She was thankful for that at least. She found civilization, or at least people. She found people.
The rest of the day seemed to pass uneventfully. Teachers and students came and went through the campus as the bell chimed its hours for all to hear. The snow had thickened throughout the day and the staff worked hard to keep the pathways clear for the students but as the temperatures began to drop more and more, an alert was sent out to all students and faculty.
"Due to freezing temperatures expecting during the night and the following day, classes will be cancelled for Tuesday, January 21. The cafeteria will remain open for students. Be Careful while traversing campus in this cold weather and be sure to remain warm. We'll see you all back Wednesday."
It was far too cold to be out at their usual meet up area, so a table not far from the coffee booth served as the temporary meet up area for our group of friends. The tables were packs with students, the area noisy with chatter. No one wanted to be outside in that weather. It was far too cold for anyone to want to remain outside for too long and despite that, there were a few people who dared it, bundled up in so many layers, they looked like puffed up statues rather than students.
It wasn't that Malia didn't dream. It was more that she didn't really sleep. A busy girl, Malia always was. After all, you can't run an empire out of your pocket without knowing every little detail about every lord and lady you had 'recruited'. Every little dark secret, bloody detail, childish giggle, she knew it all and she was sure to keep it all up to date every single day. Needing information on a bastard child? She had you covered. She could give you their name, age, location, and where they would probably be in the next few days. Someone important was suddenly killed, she knew all the details. Who, what, when, and why, assuming it wasn't her own doing, of course. She had rats in every alleyway, some quite literally. She had critters carrying notes and letters far and wide. Your average worker was paid handsomely for any interesting information they could provide and they were willing and waiting to do so in a snap of a finger. It's the little people that run the show, the forgotten few. The servants, the nannies, the guards. They know all the secrets and everything that goes on inside their workplace. They gossip too! Nothing gets past them and it was those people she had the best relationships with. Malia had a lot of money and she was more than willing to spread it around if it meant she could get more later down the road. She had the infrastructure by the root hairs! And then that stupid assassin showed up.
Those bastards did their due diligence too! They hired the man in the morning and he attacked her that evening, giving no chance for rumors or gossip to spread. She had heard that some lords went to meet a rather unscrupulous man but she hadn't the time to dig into him before he was kicking down her bedroom door. Of course, she had expected to eventually have to deal with such a situation, so she had a plan set into place for when someone broke into her home. When the door met the ground, she had a long chain of jewels in her hand and was dragging her hands along it as magic flowed from her hands into each jewel along the way. One after another, the jewels dissolved, their particles condensing into large dogs that formed directly in front of her. She got about half way through her little chain when suddenly her magic just stopped. She felt a tingling on her skin that she had never felt before and looked down at her hand as she tried to summon up her magic. Nothing. She looked to the assassin who held up a glinting crystal the size of his forearm, one she had never seen before. He grinned viciously at her as he tucked it into his back pocket. She sneered for a moment before she looked down at the pack of canines before her. Six, six large dogs would just have to do. She raised her hand and gave a snap. The dogs attacked and the battle began.
It was a bloody battle. The man had no choice but to focus on the pack of dogs as they all went after him together. While he was busy, she got to work on getting her more powerful stones out, resting a black one on the top of her desk as she dug in her drawers for more mundane weapons to use on this man. It's obvious that the crystal he had shown her somehow stopped her magic and if she wanted to win this battle against him, she would have to find a way to break it and fast. The man was hacking her dogs apart one at a time. They were getting their attacks in, thankfully but he seemed to be ignoring them for the most part.
Finally she pulled a long knife from her desk, brandishing it in front of her as the man cut down her last dog. He was panting and bleeding heavily in some areas but his leather armor seemed to shield him from the bulk of the dog strikes. He did, however, favor one leg over the other and she noticed how there was a split above his right eye that kept dripping blood down into his brow and eye, blinding him for a moment before he fiercely wiped it away. She could use that to her advantage. If she could time it right, she could strike the moment when he was blinded and get the crystal or a fatal blow. However, she didn't much trust her own sword fighting skills. She would much rather let her beasts do the work for her.
Not a single word was spoken between them as they clashed in the center of her home. Her swordplay was clumsy at best but she was bright and looked for any chance that would give her an advantage. It was when her knife met his sword and he sent her sliding off and to the side did she realize just how much trouble she truly was in. She stumbled, trying to keep her footing as he came up to her side, sending a knee into her stomach and doubling her over. Her knife clattered to the ground and she knew she was in trouble. Her eyes darted about wildly for a solution. Spotting his ravaged leg in sight, she sent a swift kick to the wound. The man finally let out a yell, perhaps because he wasn't expecting a woman such as herself to fight like a street urchin. He recoiled back from her, bouncing on one leg as he steadied himself into a more appropriate stance, favoring that leg even more now.
She straightened, giving him a wild grin at the sight of him on the defensive for once before she reached down to grab her knife once more. Never the one to miss a chance to brag in any way, she raised her free hand and signaled for him to come at her. He sneered at her before the two clashed once more. He was enraged now, it seemed. His strikes were far less controlled but with far more power to them than before. She found herself on the defensive, trying to block one blow after another, the sword cutting into her skin in some glancing blows. She had to find a way out of this mess or else his sword would find a more permanent place within her body and she would find herself dead. She peered up at his face and saw it then, the trickle of blood as it formed the drop she most desperately needed.
It was as if time slowed. She watched as that drop of blood formed and then dropped from his brow into his eye, causing him to blink fiercely. In the same moment, his blade came down upon her in an overhead swing that had such force behind it, her own strength was not nearly enough to keep it from crashing down on her. Her knife clattered to the ground and the assassin's blade found purchase in her shoulder. She tried to ignore the pain as she reached around him and grabbed the crystal out from his back pocket, adrenaline the only thing keeping her on her feet at that moment. Pain seared through her body but she kept moving, had to keep moving. The man pulled out a small knife from somewhere she did not see and embedded it into her midsection, deep within her gut before giving it a sickening twist.
She sent a kick to his midsection, sending the man reeling as she stumbled back towards her desk. She had to keep moving, keep moving, keep moving. She had a small window to work with and it was only getting smaller. She threw his crystal on the ground and stomped on it, feeling a wave of relief as the tingling sensation finally ended when the crystal shattered under her heel. Without a moment's hesitation, she grabbed the black jewel from off her desk and pulsed magic into it. The jewel dissolved but didn't condense into anything physical like the dogs before. Instead, the shadows in the room seemed to rumble with a deep growl. She smiled as she watched the assassin's eyes grow wide with realization. She threw her hand out and her magic rose her door off the ground and slammed it into place in its frame. Her smile grew vicious as flashed her teeth at him in a predatory grin. “Welcome to my home. Thank you for visiting. I hope you had a wonderful stay.”
His screams echoed through the streets that night.
By the time the guards had found Malia, she was half dead, bleeding out from her wounds with a shadow beast curled around her. It took her transforming her beast back into a jewel for the guards to finally get her out of the house and to someone who could heal her. The assassin was nowhere to be seen. Malia had said he had simply run away but seeing as there were no open windows and they had to break down her door to get to her, they doubted her story but fearing ending up in the shadow beast's stomach, they didn't question it.
Now Malia was dreaming, a pleasant dream that made no particular sense to anyone except Malia. Flowers, with bright colors and smiling faces. That was, until she heard a voice, not one particularly directed at her but one that was so powerful, it commanded respect and she listened. Her eyes slowly fluttered open as she lightly groaned to herself. She liked that dream. She wanted to go back to it but no matter how much she tried to close her eyes and go back to sleep, her body refused to listen. You have woken. It wove around her like a spell, trapping her in an awakened state and refusing to allow her to sleep once again. She let out a loud huff as she finally relented and opened her eyes completely, gazing upon the accursed woman before her. Her form was still blurry and unfocused, like her eyes refused to acknowledge her presence but Malia was stubborn and refused to accept any outcome that wasn't in her favor. She struggled against the magic that bound her but she had no strength to her. Her body felt like it was made of lead and kept her locked in place, even as she sneered at the woman.
Then a gravelly voice cut through the silence and Malia's eyes shot off to her right, where she saw a large orc not too far from her. He was speaking with the woman, it seemed but she told him to be patient. Oh silly, silly woman. Malia was not one known for patience.
“Oy! Where are we? What do you want with us? Answer me or I'll feed you to my rats!”
Height: 5'3 Eye Color: Blue Hair Color: Pale Blonde
Description: Adrila is your average elf height, not standing very tall or very short. She has a soft, gentle face with laugh lines ingrained in it. She has straight, white hair that she keeps exceptionally long even though having such long hair can be such a pain at times. She can be seen wearing form fitting tunics of a deep forest green color with multiple layers of clothing underneath. She wears thin bracers along her wrists to keep her sleeves down and a thick belt around her waist with a long cloak, woven into her tunic.
Personality: If there is anyone who is a stickler for the rules, Adrila would be it. She likes order, and plans, and when things follow those orders and plans. After being alive for more than a century, she has learned a thing on two on how to deal with people and to get them to do what needs to be done, nicely. She has too kind of a heart to really push people more than they need to be and really hates when she has to be rude to someone to get something done, but she will do it if she has to. She does have her moments, however, where her youthful emotions get the better of her and she has a bit of an outburst if things seem to be spiraling out of control but usually, she's very calm headed and in control.
Quirks: - When deep in thought, she'll twirl her hands and when absolutely consumed by an idea, she might snap by her ear as she thinks. She isn't sure where she got it or why she developed it but it helps her stay focused on the task at hand, the snapping especially since it gives her a rhythm she can focus onto. - Adrila tends to have high anxiety and combats that by covering every little detail of her work. It's not bad enough to be considered OCD with rituals, but she likes to have every step covered and if things tend to sway off the path, she'll have a backup plan for her backup plan. - If her backup plan for her backup plan starts to fall through, Adrila's anxiety can cause her to malfunction at time. She might try to figure out where her plans went wrong instead of focus on the problem at hand. She can get stuck in this rut for quite a while without someone helping pull her out of it.
Brief History: Adrila was born to a mid class family who had connections with nobility so she grew up going to balls and parties and learning in the same schools as the other children in higher economic classes than herself. During school, it because obvious very quickly that Adrila was a little- different from the other children. Where the other children spent more time with each other and focusing on non school matters, Adrila spent almost all her time with her nose in the books. She took extra classes, a healer's class being one of her favorite out of her electives and one she continued to progress with during her education at the school. She did, of course, have a few friends but most were bookworms like her. She graduated top of her class and was fought over by the nobles who all wanted her to be their advisor. Eventually, she settled into her new job and began getting things into running order. It didn't take long for everything to be to her liking, so she requested a small chance to go out in the world and explore. She advised the noble that her infrastructure would run by itself, almost perfectly, for a few weeks and she would come back in more than enough time to return to it. Of course, the noble agreed and off she went to see the world she never got to see. Till one day, she got lost and in a fit of anxiety and panic, came across the village.
-- Skills/Spells, Stats & Items ---
Occupation: Not the Village Chief, yet
Social Status: Noble Advisor
Skills: - Planning/Organization (Expert): She has backup plans for her backup plans - Air/Wind (Apprentice): Can use apprentice level Air/Wind spells and magical items, can read up to Adept level tomes - Light/Holy (Adept): Can use adept level Light/Holy spells and items, can read up to expert level tomes
Equipment: - Large Leather Satchel - Willow wood wand for casting spells - Small collection of books Books: The Complete Guide to Planning and Maintaining an Organized Lifestyle Healing, Expert Level A Kissin' Miss
Spells: - Cure Wound, Holy (Adept): Can cure small wounds easily. Can also cleanse meager illnesses or sickness. It would need to be cast more than once for more advanced wounds and requires complete focus while casting. Can only focus on one thing at a time. - Move Item, Wind (Apprentice): Can move one small item with the help of wind up to 30 feet, a medium item up to 10, and a large item up to 5. Cannot move an item that she could not physically lift.
A roleplayer, a mom, a gamer, and a crafter. I like to make stuff, whether it be in writing or drawing or crochet, or paint, the list goes on. If it requires creativity, I can assure I have tried it at least once. If you want to see some of the stuff I make, feel free to ask. I do take commissions too though I hate my own art. Everyone else seems to love it and hey, sometimes you gotta take the money where you can get it, ya know?
Anyways,
It's a pleasure to meet you. Wanna rp with me, then just hit me up! I will for sure rp with you, no matter the plot!
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">A roleplayer, a mom, a gamer, and a crafter. I like to make stuff, whether it be in writing or drawing or crochet, or paint, the list goes on. If it requires creativity, I can assure I have tried it at least once. If you want to see some of the stuff I make, feel free to ask. I do take commissions too though I hate my own art. Everyone else seems to love it and hey, sometimes you gotta take the money where you can get it, ya know? <br><br>Anyways,<br>It's a pleasure to meet you. Wanna rp with me, then just hit me up! I will for sure rp with you, no matter the plot! </div>