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Current With a heavy heart, I set sail.
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1 mo 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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2 mos 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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2 mos 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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2 mos 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?”


~*~
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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Thaaaank you, I'm sure it will!
Oh, absolutely-
Epic post.

Oh ho, I would never let someone steal all your wealth. I believe I wrote somewhere that you could kidnap and take up to 0.5 Wealth. And the victim does not get dinged - they keep their wealth and i just give the kidnaper the money. Like Monopoly. I didn't want victims to actually lose their money, they'd enjoy getting kidnaped. (And yes, it is something to be enjoyed!)

As for stealing, I'm inclined to allowed up to 0.5 to be physically stolen from, and transfer wallets. I won't pay for this one on behalf of the player.

As wealth grows, I will likely increase the amount that can be 'stolen' to continue incentivizing kidnaps. And increase the amount that can actually be stolen in heists.

So kidnaps and heists are treated differently.

I would also expect the kidnap or heist to span multiple posts, or take place in a collab. You have to ask permission before kidnapping a player, but it's also recommended to go along with a kidnapping.
Nice, I'll add it to the compendium when I have some time. :)
Looking aweeesome! Is there any chance I could get a short sheet for Sylreal?

I got some ideas, I'll try to post something tomorrow. And of course, as usual, anyone can be a part of the scene with an NPC. :>

I also forsee a meeting with Duke Rhinecliff after the next timeskip. I'll aim on closing up the Athius and Hathforth scene soon in that effort.
@Little Bird What we could do, if you really wanted to, is this: If you wanted to spend P to subvert an invasion, I would demand a sacrifice of all your P. If you had over 50 P, I would demand half. And the invader would be repelled for three rounds before they would be able to invade again.

Nope, no investment would be needed, but the one who is stolen from loses their goods, and the kidnapper/wealth stealer gets to see their efforts added to their 'wallet'.
Oh wow, that's facinating! Well it looks really nice. :>

Yesss, happy holidays.





Wingram Clinic
@Nanaya


Her head buzzed. A whine in her ears sent ripples through her body. Still, despite the drugs still in her system, Ciara tried her best to listen.

”Should it not awaken by first light tomorrow, I'll end its life; though its true controller likely won't mourn it, wherever they are.”
Principal Raja


Ciara's eyes bugged, before they squeezed shut. Her excitement sent her head reeling a million miles a minute. ‘It’... ‘end’... The shadow imp. It had to be. The imp, the-

Her eyes snapped wide open again, her breath catching. She was going to kill it! What- what time was it now-

Her mind reeled again, and Ciara groaned into her pillow. If she had the strength or the means to punch Otis, she would. Though, she was still the idiot that would accept anything from the dark one. Being betrayed was in her nature, she supposed.

It was then another voice floated through the room, and Ciara listened from her bed behind the curtain.

"I will simply acquire a new one, later. Efficiency requires sacrifice.”
Doctor Sylv


Ciara's brows furrowed, struggling to think. The voice seemed familiar, but for the life of her, she couldn't think why. Something about a page…?

Wait-

Ciara's eyes squinted up at the curtain. From the sounds of it, the voices unhurried, it sounded like a crisis had been averted. Did that mean Davil was alright?

A shaky breath released from her.

Her mistake, as it must have alerted the principal. Instantly, a phantasmal hand threw aside the curtain. Light shone in, and Ciara stared down the glowing hot tip of an active staff. If she could move, she would have flinched or recoiled. Instead, she settled for tightening her eyes anxiously, her lips drawing back in an uncertain grimace.

"Don't run. I know that's what your cult does best, but do not try to flee. An attempt to run now will seal your fate - I will find you, catch you, and kill you.”
Principal Raja


Ciara sweated, staring down the staff leveled at her. She couldn't bring herself to speak, desperately trying to think through the buzzing euphoria that drowned her bones and her flesh.

She saw flashes of angry mobs with torches in hand against a backdrop of white snow, but quickly pushed that down. Not need to dwell on one more thing that made her uncomfortable. Instead, she tried to listen more carefully to the principal's anxiety-inducing pass of judgement.

"You will be dealt judgment by the Star Court and High Bishop Verne on the 6th of March, 9:00 AM sharp, in the Grand Cathedral of Nero. You may request an aide to take your side, though they must be faculty or attendees of Wingram itself.”
Principal Paja


Ciara's lips parted in shock. The High Bishop Verne? The one who issued the invitations to Wingram? He was the true leader of it? The administration?

Gah- Ciara's ears and body buzzed at a terrifyingly high level, anxiety being torn apart by euphoria. Her insides felt hallow.

She seemed to almost deflate on her bed, in shock and bitter remorse in her judgment, and in her grace period. So she would be a prisoner in principle for the next… Well, it was March 2nd today, wasn't it? The fated day of the duel… So, four days.

Four days of grace before the hammer would be brought down upon her, for better or worse…

”I… want Michael. As an aide.” Was all she managed to croak out.

"All students of Compact 3 will also be required to attend.”
Principal Raja


Seeing the faces of those whom she betrayed, and those who betrayed her as she potentially walked to the guillotine. It was almost poetic, if it didn't make her blood run cold, causing all kinds of weird sensations to mix with the drugs holding her in its grip.

”What sort of punishment… can I except… if I walk willingly to this…?”

She didn't want to know. But it had to be said. She had to know if she was truly walking to her death.
Happy holidays, folks! Enjoy the holidays, no rush on posts. :>

Lexi, the new pfp looks nice, kinda reminds me of HighRise.
Happy holidays, folks! Enjoy the holidays, no rush on posts. :>
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