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2 days ago
Current With a heavy heart, I set sail.
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4 days ago
First time making samosas from scratch; also making fried pakoras, fruit salad, and daal. I can't wait to try it all~
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13 days ago
Okowa, the sister of sushi! I got my chicken, my fish, my mushrooms - I'm gonna drown it all in soy sauce-
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14 days ago
Maybe I'll play Cyberpunk 2077 some more. My brother maxed out my character a year and a half ago. Haven't seen him since. Miss him.
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1 mo ago
Mica, my pet snail, passed away today. :(
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”Mr. Dawson, why don't you have a seat?” He said, gesturing to the brown leather chair he had his hand resting on.

The men behind Adel stepped forward. They each placed a firm hand around his upper arms, half-guiding, half-dragging Adel to the seat. If Adel struggled in any way, their plan would have been quickly subduing him with a blow to the cheek - but besides tensing up, the man didn’t fight.

They shoved Adel into the seat, twisting it so it faced the mirror. Vincent still had that smirk on his face as he picked up a bowl of shaving cream and an applicator brush on the counter.

Slowly, methodically, Vincent applied shaving cream to Adel's face while speaking.

”Now, my men tell me that you and your spies have decided to make it your home in White Pine. Not that I care too much about that.”

He set down the bowl, picking out a barber's blade instead. He opened it, the fresh gleam of a clean, sharp blade within.

“What I really care about, though, is who set you up to do this.”

The blade pressed against Adel's neck as Vincent leaned over, staring at the man through the mirror.

”So, what'll it be, Canary? You gonna sing?”


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Nocturnal Memoirs (2024)




"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




We have a RPer Appreciation thread?
This is beautiful, I'll bookmark it. (2016)
Another kind comment. (2024)
This is what makes it worth it. (2024)
I'm grateful for the ride. (2024)








Most Recent Posts

We are skipping Days and moving on to @WhiteAngel25, it's your turn! :)
I'm a 100% phone user; computers tire me out.
After a bit of thought, I'm considering how we do teleportation in Arrowfell. Some of us have access to the whole realm, while others have limited access, and others still have no access (horse and carriage).

So I was wondering if anyone had some ideas on how to make this a bit more even. Shall we make teleportation universal with limitations? Shall we restrict the high-end teleportors we already have?

The end goal is to make this aspect of Arrowfell a little more fair for everyone involved. :>

Let me know what your thoughts are!
Looking at this I think it may be fair to start an artifact sheet... :>

Now it's just an ERode x Est collab, then I belieeeeve we are good to time skip to Athius. Depending on where that head butler falls.
@Vertigo All good, take your time!
@Days how is your post coming along? :)
@FernStone How thoughtful! xD
New post is up! I've puppeted Ivy and Bastian. Looking forward to everyone's posts! @Herald, feel free to lead the group to cover.

Unknown Facility





He had once been a man. A young boy, with a mother. They lived in a scrap-tent in an open space within Ehlm, near a skyscraper with a blue tree curling out of it.

That was before the raid. His innocence was shattered when he saw his mother shot before his eyes, and he was taken. A rough hand, needles. Darkness covering him like a suffocating blanket.

Now?

He was a man no longer. A young boy, no longer. Yes, he knew. In the in-between phases when his sedation would wear off, he could see. The tubes sticking out of him, the clear fluid, the suspension, the glare of lights. Muffled voices through the liquid.

He was a man no longer.

And his rage, his unfettered grief lay like a festering wound, waiting.

Waiting…






Abandoned Facility, Five Hours South of Ehlm


@SporkoBug




"Those Umbra Bastards. Killing their own to attempt to harness our power."
Wendigo


Cercyes stood there for a moment, the spirits causing his robe to flutter in the breeze.

“Whatever pain they suffered, whatever harm came upon them in this space…” He turned to look up at Wren, looking through him, to the Wild within. “It's over now. Where I take them, only joy remains.”

"Does... Would mine look like that?"
Wren


Cercyes eyed the man for a moment before he hopped over to him, stepping up on the struts of his staff to gain a little more height. The staff, curiously, was perfectly balanced.

He pressed a tiny little hand into Wren's chest, where his heart would be. “You're so shy about your rights. Hm? What thumps in that chest of yours is a Wild, and we will claim it when your time comes.

“To doubt the nature of your own morphed soul…”
Cercyes said, trailing off as he leaned back, and dismounted his staff.

Cercyes moved back, making space for Mimi to cuddle up to Wren. He took a breath, sniffing the air under his hood. “Velaé, enen yûra thielles amarillia. Êthél rithiel esla, Fethraes Bestía. Maeléra las'ta méri? (Indeed, the notes of sweetness are quite rare. You are fortunate today, Feathered Beast. Aren't you glad you came with me?)

"Uh... Ivy? What were you once saying about what Wilds feed on?"
Wren


Ivy watched, scientific intrigue veiling her face. “Human emotion. They emit a sticky fourth dimensional substance that Wilds can smell and, in some cases, eat. It's similar to what traces we found, in old research on the Perishing Event. Similar to a type of Abyssal Energy, or a residue of it.”

The soldiers looked among themselves, one staring dejected at their protein bar, before they gave each other a subtle nod.

With Mimi distracted, one soldier approached from behind, taking a deep breath, and practically pouncing around the neck of the Wild, hands aiming to forcefully swipe the chip.






Northern Outskirts of the City of Ehlm


@rabidbacon, @Qia, @Herald




“Aargh!” Came Vin's cry through the dust. It was clear Val's shot aimed true. How true, though, remained to be seen.

It came low, rumbling. Before it peaked, and the wind began to whistle and howl. Winds at high speeds out of the blue weren't uncommon in the Dust. It was an all-too-common weather pattern, and the dust storms had taken lives before, the winds causing the dust to whip and bite, and suffocate.

The dust from Mercy's diversion was quickly blown away, though the men still struggled with their eyes, squinting and moaning. The cleared outskirts revealed cloudy, muted red skies, and tell-tale lightning bolts crackling the clouds’ underbelly.

The cleared air, whipping wildly, also revealed a scattered battlefield.

“Val, you bastard!” Vin yelled, snapping his rifle at the man, no dust to cover Val this time. He had blood dripping from his arm from an obvious gunshot wound, but gripped his gun anyway. Vin glanced at the bloody maw of the massive Wild, the tell-tale signs of blood on the ground. Putting two and two together, his finger squeezed a little on the trigger, a hair's breadth away.

But everyone knew what the darkening skies meant, what the wild winds meant. A deadly storm would be upon them in minutes, maybe. If they were lucky.

With a huff, Vin pulled his rifle up. “This ain't over, Val. Mark me.”

He circled his fist in the air, and his remaining men, and Bastian, gathered, leaving VV, D and A, and returning to the jeep. A rev of an engine, and Vin and the remaining Bears drove at top speed back into the city.

VV breathed a sigh of relief, before glancing up at the sky, then the horizon. Sheets of dust were beginning to roll in, appearing like rain, except far more dense.

VV widened her eyes in alarm. “Hey, guys? We're gonna get caught in a sandstorm if we don't do something.”

Before her eyes glanced warily at the massive Wild, then to Val. Strangers, but perhaps they could be trusted.

“We're in your debt…” She admitted to both.

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