BurningDaisies

Warhammer 40k: Mortis Daemonicus - An Ordo Malleus RP

Anyone interested in making a shared background with my character?
Drop a PM so we can hash it out, if you like~

Overlord : Advent of the Gods

It looks like all the plot trains are picking up more steam.
Woodstop, Whiteside, Brightwing, and Wolf's Run

.... I swear we didn't foresee all the locations being W-based names, That just kinda happened.

Overlord : Advent of the Gods

Whispers of Wrath and Winter

@drewccapp@Spanner@Rune_Alchemist@GrafRoy Zeppeli

The metallic jingle of the doorbell rang cheerfully as Rath exited the courier's station. The snow-capped building standing behind him was nice, warm place for messengers and couriers to take a much needed respite after hours of horse-riding. Its rustic, wooden features were a common style in the Giant Downs, which itself was littered with small cabin and hunting lodges.
The cold air pooling at the foot of the mountain nipped at Rath's nose. Instead of feeling sluggish and half-frozen, he was bursting with energy. His muscles twitched, ready to jump into action.

With his steed's reign in hand, he sauntered off towards the road. A phantom wind whipped the snow into a flurry behind him, obscuring his figure. A small pixie alighted on his shoulder. Her butterfly wings were of made of boreal fire which burned coldly against his skin.

"Imogen! What a pleasant surprise!" Rath breathed happily. His breath making puffs of steam in the frigid air.

"You can't prance around as a human forever, Rath. If you don't pick a side soon, one will be picked for you." Imogen's sweet and soft voice contrasted darkly with her harsh tone, but it held a trace of concern as well.

"Hahaha! A pleasure as always!" He said without an ounce of sarcasm. "But you know, I find this whole war business so tiring. Factions, politics, intrigue... They're all wasted on me. I'm much better suited to being out here with these blissfully ignorant humans. Who else will deliver their mail?"

The pixie stared at him flatly. "Is that something the Winter Knight should be saying?"

"You should know a knight does not exist without the trust of a queen. And we have no queen. So I couldn't possibly be a knight!" He smiled impishly, letting the angry flutter of Imogen's wings bat his hair.

The pixie darted up and hovered directly in front of Rath. Her tiny features were twisted in anger, and her wings flared. A thin veil of ice crystals began to spread across his face. "Rath, you idiot! I didn't come here to be patronized--least of all by you! I came to warn you!"

Rath looked at her wistfully and sighed. He seemed lonely despite the company. "You're here to tell me the frost boggarts and weirds are hunting me, and that you put yourself at risk to do it. No?"

All the tension pixie's face disappeared in a second, clearly dumbfounded by what she had heard.

"I guessed as much." Rath brushed past her with a smile. "It's nice to know I still have friends who worry about me. I don't have many of those left."

Another burst of wind cut between the two bringing a wall of snow with it. He and his horse disappeared behind it.

"Stay safe, Imogen." Rath called back. The rhythmic thud of hooves against the ground trailed in the wake of his voice.

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Into the Frostfell

The labyrinthian trails that skirted around and through the Frostfell mountains were often little more than narrow ledges overlooking a deadly drop or blocked altogether by a recent avalanche or blizzard. Some trails were natural, worn down by the trickle of a spring-time thaw, others were clearly carved out of the rock and ice to accommodate travellers.

The shallow chasm that Whiteside occupied narrowed into a single path north which eventually forked. The northeast trail lead towards severe glaciers which clawed into the tallest peaks; biting winds howled around them and covered them in an obscuring white fog. Even a bystander in Whiteside could see the path was blatantly treacherous. The northwest trail was marked by a sign whose letters had been destroyed by encroaching ice and erosion. It read To ky V e. The several feet of snow that covered the path suggested it was a road seldom traveled.

Mahon's parting advice indicated the fae preferred the windy peaks, but were all too happy to plague travelers anywhere in the Frostfell if they felt so inclined. He also hinted at some kind of territorial dispute between Wendigo tribes that he and the other residents of Whiteside would rather not be party to. It was dangerous enough to live in the north without malicious fae and cannibalistic shapeshifters complicating matters.

Overlord : Advent of the Gods

So... I'm mostly done with the update for the Whiteside group, but I still haven't heard from @Spanner & @GrafRoy Zeppeli.

Whether, they're going to have a 'heated' discussion elsewhere, or running off with @drewccapp & @Rune_Alchemist to hunt fey, or something else altogether is fine, I just need to know.

Anthro based RP

I like the premise, a lot, but its not really the kind of roleplay I want to be in right now.

Warhammer 40k: Mortis Daemonicus - An Ordo Malleus RP (Interested?)

I'm down. Hell yeah!

Overlord : Advent of the Gods

Fair warning:
I have two exams/mid-terms next week, and study time is currently competing with writing time. .-.'

I've been pecking away at it periodically when I have time, but progress is slow.

Edit;
I'm hoping this hurricane swings in my direction, so I can skip out on work and stay home to finish writing. =P

Overlord : Advent of the Gods

@drewccapp@Spanner@GrafRoy Zeppeli@Rune_Alchemist

So... Aside from responding to Lena, Vander and Co. (which I'm gonna do anyway), I'm trying to decide how much I should progress the plot in your area given all the character interactions going on. The debut of GrafRoy's character has spiced thing up a bit, but I'm not too certain if it's the right time to move things forward.

How do you guys feel about it? Is a tiny bit of railroading alright? Or would you guys like to play around at the lodge (or elsewhere a bit more)?

I have a few ideas for the first IC appearance of the evil fey, but I wanted your opinions before I finish this write up.

Anthro based RP

I have a tentative interest in this. I'd like to see more about the setting.

Overlord : Advent of the Gods

Dragonfather Grand Cathedral

Akena

Akena took a long moment to ease out of the fog clouding her mind. When at last she sloughed off the last remnants of her slumber, she realized something was off. She stared at Lexus Dominiel in stunned silence. "I felt your presence, but... you're..." She struggled to find the words. When did Lexus adopt a humanoid form? What happened?

"Yes, Prophetess, it is I. We have much to discuss, but for the moment, please take your time getting your bearings. Lady December is nearby, and I shall take you to her whenever you are ready."

"My sister is here?!" She said excitedly. Akena spun on her heel to see if she was in the building only to be greeted by the sprawling temple complex. It seated over a hundred people in neatly organized rows, and all of them were looking at her so intensely, she could feel their gazes rake across her. The staring made her skin warm nervously and shiver with anxiety. When at last she noticed where she was, she let out a yelp of surprise.

"Who are you to appear so brazenly in the house of the Dragonfather? Though if you are here to offer your respects then you are of course welcome in his presence."

Akena was taken aback for the third time since waking up. She didn't know if she could stop time, but she was ready to try, so she could at least catch her breath. She darted behind Lexus, too scared to speak coherently. Lexus may be smaller now--for whatever reason--but he was still big and imposing enough to use as a wall to hide behind. She couldn't withstand the stares or the scrutiny for even a second longer.

She opened her mouth to speak finally, but Lexus Dominiel replied before she could.

Pilgrims? Dragonfather? What are they talking about?

She nervously tugged on Lexus, and quietly whispered so no one would hear. "I don't understand what's going on. Why do you look like that? Who are all these people? Why are they all staring? Don't they know is rude? And why is this temple not consecrated? There's no divine spark. It is a temple right? And who is this Dragonfather?" Her words came in a thoughtless rush as she desperately tried to grasp the situation.

"We are...strangers in a strange land."

"You should have told me that sooner!" She whispered angrily, trying not to shout. Her cheeks were already died a few shades of red. "I don't want to stay here anymore. Can we go? I want to see December!"

Seeing Lexus turn his attention to the Earth Priest outside, her gaze followed. She could his connection to some divine being, but couldn't pinpoint the source. The priest on stage, however, was a charlatan as far as Akena was concerned. He had not an ounce of divine magic and strange arcane energy flowed from him freely. "Why is the wizard at the pulpit and the priest outside the temple? Do they worship arcanists and magi here?"

Regardless, she recognized the Yuan's look was one of reverent awe rather than irritation or awkward curiosity. At first, Akena didn't understand why he wore such an expression, let alone why it seemed directed at her, but it quickly dawned on her. "I think he was overwhelmed by my aura. Should we talk to him? It may help him regain his senses."