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Hello everyone!

I love roleplaying. That is why I am here. And you are too I suppose! So we already have that much in common! Sweet!

I will play anything with a thick enough plot. My favorites include fantasy and magic themes.

I'm not sure what else to say here.

See you in game!

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Lalala pretty silver plants!


[Iratze]


Iratze watched Armarion and Seatus finally decide to collaborate. She gave a pained toward them. They were something like her friends. Yet so was Amos despite all the destruction he now lay upon the mortal world. They would surely all be harmed. There was nothing she could do.

"I must go." She reached toward Armarion, hesitated, pulling her hand away. She wanted his comfort so badly, yet, she knew she could not enjoy that luxury. Not ever.

She took off into the air, an arch of shimmering color, he didn't care if any mortal saw her or not.

"AMARE! "BRONTES!" She called to them. Brontes was the one god she could not locate with her power. Amare, if he were under the power and protection of Brontes, might also be concealed from her senses.

She hesitated, hovering in the air above the city, uncertain as she tried to find Amare. From her vantage point she could see the trail of death and destruction that Amos left behind him. Smoke, fire, craters, all easily seen from the air.

She descended in a long looping spiral toward the place Amos was now retreating.

"Amos?" She didn't follow closely, giving the god plenty of physical space. If he were still angry he could still hurt her. She only drew close enough so that he might hear her. "Amos? Are you hurt?"

"I... I have a message for you..."
Gonna see if any more posts in the castle happen before I post again for them. Maybe Herbert will catch up!
@jdh97
Rozalind looked up at Herbert. The way he spoke, the context, the cold clinical tone. He must have been some sort of doctor also. He seemed to mean well but her instincts were screaming in her ear that that something was wrong with this man. Perhaps it was simply the huge amount of adrenaline and cortisol coursing through her body to keep her upright and awake.

There was something wrong with his accent, it was British, but not quite like what she had ever heard before, the way he spoke, his posture, in her head each observation scanned back the same conclusion: Wrong, wrong, wrong wrong...

She had, however, no choice. Stress hormones would only keep her afloat for so long. She could think later...

All this coursed through her mind in an instant.

"Icarus." She commanded. "Carry her." The tattooed man easily lifted the body from Rozaldin's shoulders. She gave her hand to the man. "Very well. Let's move. We need to get to Twain before the falling snow gets to us."

Under her feat she could hear the mountain rumble, in the air she heard the dragon roar, and of course the tumbling snow.
Caelum shook her head as they walked. "I didn't hear... I though it was just some sort of punishment hike. Do they usually give a project or task?"

Caelum found this whole concept and version of 'detention' to be very strange. In muggle schools they punished you with boredom, forcing you to sit in a room for a certain amount of time. In other types of educational institutions, such as in the finishing, boarding, or military schools they might punish the students with push ups or carrying buckets of water or other difficult physical tasks. Was a wizards punishment a difficult magical task?

Cassandra spoke up.

"Alright, I know you haven't had a Herbology class yet... What we are doing is looking for Silver Asphodel. It's a flower, kind of like a Lilly. You have probably seen regular 'ol Asphodel that grows around the castle, it's white and bigger than what we are looking for now. The silver kind only seems to grow in the dark forest and bloom at night. You can't miss it. Tiny silver Lilly, the flute has five or six points, the leaves and stems are a little bit fuzzy like Heather or Billy-Bumblers-Ear. Don't eat it." She passed around soft velvety black pouches to each student. "Be careful not to crush them but try to get the whole thing in tact, including the root and all, in here. The roots don't go deep you won't need much more than your fingers to work it out. If it doesn't come out easy, you might have the wrong plant. Don't pick the wrong plant."

She didn't say why not to pick the wrong plant, speaking as it if were obvious, the way she said don't eat it.
@Eyeris My character has names you know and i didn't know who else to proceed so yeah brainstorming sounds good to me.


Ha-ha yes, I know, two in fact! I Was trying to be light hearted didn't mean to ruffle feathers, sorry if I did so. :P

Sorry if I've cornered us into a bad position guys just wanted to speed up the whole thing and I just wanted to post something.


It's not you. It's the MIA people really who have gotten things stuck.

As I'm not sure the plot trajectory, and with the missing people, we should figure out what's up.

The plot seemed to hinge on there being a team anti-brontes, but the bulk of that team is the missing one. We either need to fill it in or do something else? For uninvolved/unpleged chartacters, What would need to happen to get your characters concerned about what's going on? What do GM's think? What is supposed to happen next that we should be working to?
The scene is in a really awkward position... And so is the plot...

Tet and kira are doing their own thing and not seeming to be paying attention or involving themselves.

Iratze has already expressed that by her nature she can't take a side.

Amos is seeming finished with his rampage.

Amare blinked in and out then took care of Amos and vanished.

Split personality man has vanished also.

Seatus hasn't responded yet. But he's the only one who left to answer armarion as jack ash Thalia and others are MIA players.

Can we brainstorm a bit how to proceed?
I guess I can react to Amare? Other than his interjection I was the last in the house to post.
"Alright. Let's head out." Charles motioned and lead the way toward the forest. Cassandra would take up the rear, and Richard would be left in the middle to intermingle with the student body.

They followed the path away from the castle and toward the forest.

Caelum looked down, feeling disappointed about the unicorns. Then she looked up and felt something else entirely. The new teacher. She looked away with pink cheeks as she realized she was staring. She reminded herself to walk forward, but felt awkward and self conscious, and she didn't understand why. She kept pace with Chandler and stole glances at the new teacher, Richard, form time to time when she thought no one else would notice. She'd pretend to be glancing over at something else... The horizon... The orange lights in the castle windows... any of the hundreds of dark gnarled trees that now surrounded them.

Outside the forest it was twilight, but inside it was already night. The thick canopy blocked out the sun and the night creatures were already roaming.
Someone else should post in the house please. ;-;
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