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The Villainess
STATUS: I've gone back to school, so responses are going to be slower than normal for the forseeable future. 14 days ago
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I've gone back to school, so responses are going to be slower than normal for the forseeable future.
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"Show them I'm the judgement call, the one who makes a kingdom fall."
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"But! I should have known better. Nothing ever stays dead..."
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"There is no one in this room that can stand against me! The Hand of God be my witness, I am the Voice from the Outer World!"
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Took me 10 years to realize antagonists are way more fun to write.
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Your Local Antagonist
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"A million times I have done this charade. The moment people figure it out, I get the boot." she thought.
"But don't you want to see the fear in their eyes when they see who you really are...? Don't you want dominion of this place, just like how you were unchallenged in Vaal Kastrix?" said the Voice.
Ciara scoffed, immediately thinking of Gulliver and Valen. "I'd love to wipe the smirk off their faces."
"It starts by building a rumor. A rumor of power. This could be the place to start."
She took a deep breath, narrowing her eyes resolutely at the Undermage. "Head Advisor, with all due respect, you have no right to ask me about my intentions. If you want answers..."
She stood from her seat, rising to her full height.
"You'll have to duel me for them."
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Iris Ascendis Roleplay (2023) | TikTok Tribute
Her breath caught when she felt the cold metal of a pistol against her temple.
"Put the heart down, and back the hell up if you want your friend to live," the guard said to Ellie in a rumbling baritone, digging the gun into Dream's head.
Dream squinted at Ellie, vision blurred as she tried to breathe. The heart, glinting in Ellie's hands.
The doctor, his face turning white every time she asked what would happen if they failed. Above all else, he said, they had to keep the heart safe. They had to, even if it meant...
She snarled, her boot stamping down on the guard's foot, a burst of light bruising the bone. He yelped, losing his grip. That's all she needed, and she tore away. But in her haste, she saw his free arm reaching for her, and she slipped on panicked feet as he pushed her off the railing.
She held back a scream, staring straight down into the boiling pit below. The guard wrapped a tight hand around her ankle, and Ellie could see Dream's other foot flailing; she restrained herself poorly from kicking the guard, desperately hoping she wouldn't die.
As her captor supported himself against the railing, his pistol pointed at Ellie.
"I'll drop her, I swear I'll drop her!"
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TENEBRAE: The Rebellion of Shadows Roleplay (2021)
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Deep, golden orbs stared back at her from within the cave.
God, she couldn't breathe.
He was monstrous. The ground trembled under her feet as his rippling, massive body exited the cave. Thunderous footsteps left cracks in the dirt, his breath sent waves of heat creeping over her skin. The transformation was slow, but it looked like something from a nightmare with the way his long teeth were bared.
A great and terrible roar sounded from his gaping maw.
She needed to run. Now.
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Academy 218 Roleplay (2014)
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No one survived.
They saved the world from the destruction of Hivemind, but it cost them everything.
The Dark Beyond
Stella opened up a portal to the Ethera, a special dimension where dark energy originally comes from. In this dimension, the Crown Jewel resided. In order to obtain the Crown Jewel, Director Von Galloes was prepared to sacrifice Theo. however, before he was able to do so, Nick, Thierry, Sabrina, Auri, Cosette and the rest of the crew came to the rescue. An epic battle ensued where, sad to say, most did not survive.
However, at the end of the battle, they were able to destroy the Crown Jewel so it could never fall into the wrong hands.
Dark Energy
A heavily researched, yet largely unknown energy source. The sources of dark energy, condensed dark energy (CDE), were widely regarded as the world's new energy source, being thousands times more efficient than electricity or gas. More recently, the world was saved from the devastation of the soul of CDE, the Crown Jewel located in the Ethera dimension. It was said the Crown Jewel was ten thousand times more powerful than the heart of hearts, a special type of dark energy only recently discovered.
HiveMind
After the fallout of the Ethera, wind of HiveMind's dastardly plans caught around the world, and global sanctions were placed on the multi-billion dollar corporation. HiveMind shut down, leaving little trace they ever existed.
An arrest warrant was placed for Director Von Galloes. Unfortunately, shortly after HiveMind shut down, he disappeared.
The World Now
The only known survivors of the Crown Jewel battle were Nick, Thierry, and Cosette. They struggle in a world without most of their family.
The destruction of the Crown Jewel caused all dark energy sites to freeze. They gained a rare equilibrium within them, neither growing nor shrinking. This allows researchers to go in and harvest CDE without fear of becoming mineralized. Environmentalists have also calmed down, knowing the mineralization of plant and earth matter to CDE has stopped. This does mean theres now only a finite amount if CDE in the world, it will still take thousands of years to reach a point where the world begins to run out of this energy.
Technology running on CDE is now at the forefront, with companies and research institutions creating patents and inventing like mad men. A few technologies hoping to become public in the coming weeks are CDE-powered cars, and homes using electricity generated by CDE, not coal.
Belize, Caracol Maya Ruins
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Everything has returned to normal, except this site. The signal caught by the T.R.U.M.P.E.T. (Trans-Rudimentary Uptake Monolith of Permanent Erasure Tracking) is only growing. Not just growing, but converting plant matter to CDE at an alarming rate. If left unchecked, this CDE site could overtake the entire continent, and maybe even the world.
This is why it's imperative to send a team of the brightest researchers, archeologists, and people with first-hand experience with CDE to Belize, the Caracol Maya Ruins. They must solve the problem behind this site's rapid growth, and put a stop to it before it's too late.
Map of the Canna: imgur.com/a/1B1l0AP
Rules:
x No meta-gaming. You control your PCs and NPCs, and nothing else.
x Post at least once a week. Going without a post for two weeks will cause you to be removed from the roleplay.
x Ideas, plotting, and faction creation are encouraged.
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[b]Ability:[/b] What does it do?Hehehehe, I'll wait on @Click This to respond to @ERode before posting.
@Sifr That sounds good to me!
@Donut Look Now Oooh, I like these! I've added them to my Arrowfell pin board, maybe we'll see them in the upcoming IC days. ;)
Nyx says in a low voice and a wide smile that’s more of a warning than anything else.
Good delivery on that line. Goosebumps. :>
Just as a quick note, Duke Grimhand speaks Khuzdul, a Dwarvish language. :)
The IC is looking amazing so far, btw. :>
The IC is looking amazing so far, btw. :>
Odonfield, Duke of Rhinecliff's Estate
@Click This
“How serendipitous! As it happens, I have business with Laurent myself. Let us find him together.”
”A-actually, Your Grace, I-” Mene started, sweat glistening on his forehead.
But the Duchess wouldn't be swayed, and walked away, intent on the viscount to follow. He swallowed nervously, his heart pounding in his head. Meeting the Duke, the Duke was suicide - how was he going to explain any of this? But leaving the side of the Duchess, also, would be an offense now.
As they walked, the Viscount obediently in tow, his eyes flickered to the doors and windows. Perhaps he could still run, still try to escape. But at every opportunity, there were servants watching, or the Duchess had her eye on him.
Before he knew it, and to his heart-pounding dismay, they had made it to the inner courtyard.
Odonfield, Duke of Rhinecliff's Estate
@ERode, @Click This
Almost immediately, Asteria was caught up in the story the Duke wove. Was his childhood really like that? She couldn't imagine the Duke fighting with anyone, even family. He was so nice.
She watched as the Duke stood, curiosity lighting up in her saucer eyes.
"Shall we, Lady Skybound?”
Asteria blushed slightly, taken aback with his politeness. She nodded and stood, smoothing out her dress and moving to the door.
She followed the Duke through the turning halls, everything pleasing on the eye. Until, finally, they reached the inner courtyard. To say it was beautiful was an understatement. Asteria's eyes played over the fountains and flowering shrubs, a disbelieving smile on her face. She could easily see the overwhelming amount of berry bushes as well, making her think the Duke had a preference for practicality.
Her pleasant attitude maintained until they approached the gazebo, and she saw the table set for three people. Immediately, her heart felt crushed, wondering if the third was meant for her brother.
Had he been discovered?
But Asteria kept her head cool, trying to rationalize that the good Duke was expecting a guest. This extra chair wasn't meant for her brother. He didn't know.
A sigh of relief, as the smile returned to her face. Only to be shattered once again.
“Duke Rhinecliff, so this is where you were hiding, entertaining the young lady. The young viscount was looking for you in the treasury room, but I see you were just entertaining Viscountess Asteria.”
The Duke of Caelin, Viscount Skybound, her brotherly counterpart, in tow, entered the inner courtyard. A hand flew up to Asteria’s mouth, and she quickly dove into a curtsy towards the Duchess.
“O-oh. Your Grace,” She said to the Duchess, eyes lowered, “You must be the waiting guest of His Grace the Duke. It’s a pleasure to see you.”
As she stood at full height once more, she visibly paled at the sight of her brother. Her eyes glanced up at the Duke, before a shaky laugh escaped her lips, and she addressed her brother.
“M-my, what are you doing here, dear brother of mine? I… I told you I didn't want you to accompany me…”
Mene, visibly shaken and unable to meet the eyes of the Duke of Rhinecliff, lowered himself into a deep bow.
“Please forgive my intrusion, Your Grace,” he said, addressing the Duke. “I was looking for my dear sister.”
Hathforth Castle, Throne Room, The Hearthfire Gala
@Click This, @Irradiant, @Izurich, @LunarParadox
“Indeed, your majesty. You are welcome, as always, to resupply in the Grand Bank, although I would recommend sailing with some of my ships. Those waters can be treacherous without a proper guide... Of course.”
The Wizard Queen became quite pleased to hear this, the corners of her eyes crinkling. “I will take you up on that offer, Duchess Agustria. An expert to help navigate the waters would be most welcome.”
She nodded her head at the mention of meeting soon, and made a note to reach out in the following week.
"An admirable quality, wouldn't we all agree?”
The Wizard Queen allowed herself a nod. “Indeed, a lack of fear is a trait to be admired, especially in those who wield a sword.”
"Apologies for my conduct earlier, Sir Vulluin. You know I mean no disrespect towards Her Majesty the Wizard Queen.”
Vulluin remained stony-faced until he saw the duchess bow, before he nodded, and a bit of warmth returned to his face. ”It is pleasing to hear you're enjoying the festivities so, Duchess Bastille. Do take care for next time, though.”
He then placed the duchess’ art piece on the table, gently and delicately, with all the rest of the gifts.
It was then that the Court Mage's apprentice approached the throne. Almost all the faces of the male audience turned to look, save for a few, such as Duke Grimhand.
The Wizard Queen, in particular, turned her head curiously, a twinkle in her eye.
As Mèlisande spoke, Vulluin spoke low in the Wizard Queen's ear, translating Sylvan to Common. The Wizard Queen kept her eyes on Mèlisande the whole time, her lips parting into a cool smile.
“The pleasure is ours, Lady Tearmoon, to have you here. I hope your time spent with my Court Mage will prove fruitful and enhance your studies.”
She took a sip of her wine, amusement ringing across her face, before she spoke again. “Do not worry about a gift, Lady Tearmoon. Your presence with us will suffice.”
The Wizard Queen's head turned toward Eirwen, and she spoke. “Lord Blackthorne, please escourt our fledgling apprentice to the Arcane Wing. Show her your personal study where she will be shadowing you, and please show her to the apprentice quarters, where she will be resting tonight.”
A pause, before she added. “I will expect you both in my study after the conclusion of the gala to go over your first task.”
Hathforth Castle, Throne Room, The Hearthfire Gala, Near the Banquet Table
@Click This
Duke Willowsteel turned to the approaching Duchess of Caelin, his chainmail clinking slightly. He was already halfway through his second glass of Gold-touch Wine, looking at her over the rim. He continued to toss back the wine until his glass was empty, setting the cup down a little too forcefully.
He wiped his mouth before sighing, looking at the duchess. “‘Told myself I wouldn't be attending any more of these ‘parties’. Just a fancy way of kissing up to the Queen, I said.”
He gestured to himself, defeated disgust evident in his face. “Now look at me. Here I am, yet again. Playing patty cake with the Queen, showing fealty, all that.”
He paused before a raspy laugh left him. “My gift has already been given. Gold-touch Wine, enough to drown the nobles. All the glasses here.” He patted his chest. “On the house, my House, so to speak.”
He sighed, placing his hands on his hips. “Yep, just another cog in the machine. You agree with me, right, Duchess Agustria? There's little point to these except for us to feel small and be reminded of our place here, right?”
Hathforth Castle, Throne Room, The Hearthfire Gala, Near the Throne
@Irradiant
"You seem to be in good health, Duke Dadraek. From that, I can only assume all is well in your realm?”
The dwarven duke smiled heartily at this, eyes crinkling at the sight of the duchess. “My favourite Duchess, come to enjoy the festivities.”
He nodded his head, looking up at her. Before he gave a dramatic sigh. “Were you always this tall, my duchess? My neck might pop just looking up at you!”
He laughed deeply at his joke, warmth in his eyes, before he answered her question. “Yes, thank you. The mines are rich and the people are earnest and forthright. All is well in my city, and surrounding territories.”
The duke caught that dangerous glint in her eyes, and his face grew a touch more serious. He placed a hand on his beard, stroking the massive bulk, as he leaned in to whisper low to the duchess.
“There be something troublin’ me, young duchess. If you'd do me the honor of meeting after this here Gala…”
Before he leaned back, the warmth returning to his face. He looked with veiled amusement at the Gold-touch Wine the duchess skillfully offered, and took it from her fingers. “Duchess, you sing the language of our people. Forth azagh kibil gamilfith felak. (The night is gold when wrapped in song and merriment), as our people would say. Just means parties are the life in our veins.”
He toasted to the duchess. “To an excellent night in riveting company.” Before he took a long sip of his wine. Pulling the cup back, he smiled warmly.
“Gold-touch Wine, the specialty of the South. I will never tire of the delicate notes and dreams I receive after a night of drinking a few of these.”
He paused, before his head inclined toward the duchess. “And you? How fairs Agrovia?”
@Estylwen The language the jester was speaking was elvish, right?
Yes that's correct. Quenya specifically, but I think it would be fair to say all elves in the Arrowfell universe speak the same ancestral language.
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