Nerevarine

Sgrub: Chapter One

===> KLESSA: EAT THE CANDY

Klessa Svetos awoke to a feeling of dread. Not the usual dread that comes with inhabiting a frozen tundra on the fringes of a civilization primarly populated with lunatics and sociopaths; no, something a bit more lingering and existential, as if, for some reason, today in particular was going to be an especially meaningful day. To her left, the tricephalic polar bear, Klessa's beloved lusus, released a grunt of displeasure as he pulled his limbs closer together, and turned over to the other side.

Hmmm, maybe he was feeling it too. Yet in spite of the overarching sense of doom, Klessa could not place her finger on just what it was. The hive felt colder than usual. She'd have to look into that. After pulling herself out of her recoopercoon, and landing feet first onto the icy floor of her respiteblock, the cerulean blooded troll caught sight of her husktop, laying open on her desk as she left it before going to sleep, lights flashing with a notification that one of her messages was relayed and a response was ready for her to open.

But that would have to wait; for now she had to get to the task of running through each of the daily hive maintence chores. Not particualrly fun, but it was absolutely necessary if she wanted to avoid the natural culling of being frozen by the harsh winds of the Alternian North. Racing up to a higher level of her hive, Klessa opened up a closet and retrieved her winter gear. A woolen coat, a pair of light blocking goggles, spiked boots, a hat and some gloves. This should be more than enough to keep her safe outside, the goggles were especially useful. During this season, the sun was out 24 hours, the already deadly light magnified by reflection off of the shining snow. A single ray like that could blind a troll in less than a second, so the goggles were a nice help in keeping her eyes healthy and functioning.

While rummaging through her pockets, Klessa pulled out something...unusual.

Candy, sweet confections of sugar and flavoring, renouned for their soperific effects, much like the drink called Faygo, favored by the clowns of the purple blood, the burst of sugar in this treat is something like a drug, inhibiting one's judgement. It is very much unlike Klessa to have this on her person, in fact, she had absolutely no idea how this even ended up in her hive at all. It's very chaotic existance is mildly offensive to you. Best to toss it into the incinerator.

Pulling back the iron gate of her incinerator, she was not met with a roaring heat but silence. Of course, the heater is out again. No wonder why the hive is so cold.

Unfortunately, there is no where to buy new parts for your heater. But, as inventive as you are, you happen to have a contact in the south who can aid you with this dilemma. You had been talking to her earlier over the Trollian chat client, and it looks like she's the one who responded to you earlier.

-- septentrionalBoyar [SB] began trolling crystalWisecracker [CW] at 21:04 --
[09:11] CW: You there comra:De?
[09:11] SB: вuт of couяse
[09:11] SB: I need a favoя fяom you, dяoog
[09:12] CW: Give me the :Dirt my frien:D
[09:13] SB: my heaтing uniт is вяoken again
[09:13] SB: I need you тo send me oveя some sтeel and some coal
[09:13] SB: pяovided you have some
[09:13] CW: Coal I got apleanty
[09:14] SB: Khoяosho!
[09:14] CW: :Dang mountain is rife with the stuff
[09:14] CW: steel...I'll have to :Do some :Digging aroun:D for
[09:14] SB: no pяoвlem
[09:15] SB: I appяeciтaтe you skяiking and soвяiaтing тhis sтuff foя me
[09:15] SB: if тheяe's anyтhing you need me тo fix, feel fяee тo send iт oveя
[09:16] CW: hol:D on, let me :Dig through my stuff, I feel like...something aroun:D here was buste:D
[09:18] SB: Enough вuissiness тalk; I am cuяious dяoog. Hoш aяe тhings in тhe souтh going?
[09:18] SB: I've noт lefт тhe noятh foя a шhile iт feels
[09:19] SB: I feaя I'll soon fall ouт of тhe loop so тo speak
[09:23] CW: Oh you know this an:D that
[09:23] CW: stuff :Down below is what is always is
[09:24] CW: Plutus is still a shy little thing
[09:25] CW: Forti:D still about as pleasent as san:Dy-shorts
[09:26] CW: Oh, I :Di:D recently come across a vien of howlite an:D will be make a necklace for Irevir
[09:26] SB: Pluтus seems тo вe тhe only chelovek тhaт ponies each slovo тhaт I govoяeeт; even if he's тoo poogly тo chaт шiтh me
[09:26] SB: Ah! Iяeviя's going тo вe geттing a loт of gifтs iт seems
[09:27] SB: I'm sending heя some pishcha fяom aяound heяe
[09:31] CW: Oh, ah um.... that is nice....
[09:32] CW: have i ever...ah...talke:D with you
[09:32] CW: about my feelings for irevir?
[09:33] SB: I don'т вelive you have
[09:35] CW: oh silt, Hmmm...how :Do I say this
[09:35] CW: I...
[09:35] CW: may... sort of...
[09:35] CW: feel flushe:D for them
[09:36] SB: ah Bog
[09:36] SB: you'яe noт going тo sтaят тalking all lyuвlyu aяe you?
[09:36] CW: noooooooooooo
[09:36] CW: probably not
[09:36] SB: doвяo
[09:37] SB: none тhe less, I hope iт all шoяks ouт
[09:37] SB: if you need some advice oя someone тo тalk тo шell...
[09:37] SB: I'm a вiт oddy-knocky ouт heяe, so I may noт вe тhe вesт
[09:37] SB: вuт hey i'll тяy!
[09:38] CW: Thanks SB, you are the a real gem
[09:39] SB: вlyaт, I jusт тo slooshy and deal ouт some sovieт шhen тhey come тo me
[09:40] SB: keep eveяyтhing all nice and oяdeяly you knoш
[09:43] CW: Its nice to get some or:Derly support
[09:43] CW: the pair of us are about the only two reasonably or:Derly trolls in this circle of frien:Ds
[09:44] CW: oh, the coal is alrea:Dy on its way, per the normal metho:D.
[09:45] SB: Khoяosho!
[09:45] SB: Da, iт seems like шe'яe тhe only dva шiтh ouя gulliveя's all тhe шay scяeшed on
[09:45] SB: I шondeя if iт шill eveя яeally come in handy
[09:45] SB: seems like you have тo вe a liттle insane тo suяvive aяound heяe
[09:47] CW: well :Depen:Ds on your :Definaition of insane
[09:48] CW: if you an:D I are the only ones not like everyone else
[09:48] CW: maybe we are the most insane
[09:48] CW: thus most useful an:D likely to survive?
[09:48] SB: Thaт's a тhoughт xaxaxa
[09:52] SB: яeminds me of a saying шe have heяe in тhe noятh
[09:52] SB: Бу́дет и на на́шей у́лице пра́здник.
[09:52] SB: means someтhing like Theяe'll вe a holiday in ouя sтяeeт тoo
[09:53] CW: Hmmm, thats an abnormally warm sentament for the northern trolls
[09:53] CW: I like it
[09:54] SB: xaxaxa, шe may live in тhe cold, вuт тhaт cold jusт makes us appяeciaтe тhe шaяmтh a liтle moяe!
[09:55] CW: that makes sense
[09:55] CW: wish I coul:D say the same about me, :Darkness an:D light
[09:56] SB: mayвe you should come up noятh; iт's daяk mosт eveяy day heяe
[09:56] CW: stupi:D mutant eyes...
[09:56] SB: if you don'т mind a couple monтhs шheяe тhe sun neveя seтs
[09:57] CW: Not to :Different than living un:Dergroun:D
[09:57] CW: but not sure how comfertable I woul:D be in the col:D
[09:57] CW: much less on the tun:Dra
[09:57] CW: I may get tire:D of being coope:D up un:Dergroun:D now an:D then
[09:58] CW: but I :Do love my conection to the stone an:D :Dirt
[09:58] CW: not sure how a layer of ice woul:D effect that
[09:59] CW: But I shoul:D :Definatly fin:D time to visit, since its like one of the only places I coul:D go without my goggles for an exten:De:D perio:D
[10:00] SB: Iт шould вe doвяo тo have someone aяound шho isn'т ouт тo fighт me oveя food
[10:00] SB: oя jusт anyone foя a visiт яeally
[10:02] CW: If only my tra:Dtional psionics were as rock soli:D as my geo-kentics, then traveling to you woul:Dn't be so rough
[10:04] SB: if only
[10:05] SB: anyшay dяoog, I вeттeя geт тo яepaiяing my heaтeя lesт I тuяn inтo an ice sculpтuяe
[10:05] SB: do svedanya!

(Positive) Pagan/Nature Religion/Spirituality discussion

@Buddha Within Islam we more or less consider Jews and Christians as heretics as well. They're seen as practicing what could be described as "degenerated Islam", with muslims viewing ourselves as the most correct form of the original Abrahamic religion.

(Positive) Pagan/Nature Religion/Spirituality discussion

@Nerevarine Is it cause the priest died? I imagine that shattered whatever little remains of the Romuvan there were. :/

@Buddha

Well, I originally came to Romuva through Druwi (Prussian Paganism), seeking a more unified and organized movement for Baltic Paganism.

I suppose I fell out of Paganism after realizing I was there for the wrong reasons so to speak (ethnic pride mostly)

(Positive) Pagan/Nature Religion/Spirituality discussion

Just wondering if there's any Romuva believers?

@Buddha

Not anymore, but I am a former Romuvan

Sgrub: Chapter One

@KiltmanBagz Klessa's gonna be flushed as all hell

Sgrub: Chapter One

Klessa Svetos

Prospit Dreamer
Cerulean Highblood| Ⱄ
Ⰻ Sylph of Doom | The Land of Abyss and Ignition Ⰻ


Indoor and Winterized variations

Hider

Age: 8
Gender: Female
Appearance: Klessa is a very tall troll, standing almost at her adult height, and has an unhealthy thinness, coming from the constant famine that she faces living in the north. Her hair is allowed to grow out and thick, to help keep warmth. Her nose is slightly bent, having been broken during an arctic cholarbear hunt, in which another hunter hit her in the face with the back of his rifle. Her teeth are sharp, and a few of her teeth have been replaced by prosthetics crafted from the teeth of beasts she hunted. Her horns are long, straight and uniform.

Her so called, Winterized Clothes, is a long fur coat, a fur lined Northern Style hat, boots with steel tacks in them to grip the ice, and a pair of light-blocking goggles to keep her eyes safe, especially in the face of sunlight being reflected off of the snow during the dim season, which could easily blind a troll in less than a second.
Symbol: The Glagolitic Letter Slovo

Lusus: Three Headed Polar Bear, referred to as "The Starry Bear" by Klessas herself

Sylladex: Reformation Sylladex

Strife specibus: Sabrekind and Bottlekind

HuskTop

Handle: septentrionalBoyar
Quirk: replaces certain letters with cyrillic chracters, and occassionally uses words derived from North Alternian (Russian)
SB: I тhink iт is a malenky вiт яude тo goveяeeт шiтh me like тhaт

SBURB

God-tier: Sylph Of Doom
Moon: Prospit
Land: Land of Abyss and Ignition
A planet that is little more than a ball of water floating in space, with rare, very small islands. Beneath the sea that dominates planet, lies a small rocky surface with a plethora of dormant volcanos that have not erupted for millenia, along with the occasional long, thin spindle of rock poking out of the sea, creating small, stone islands.

Your name is KLESSA SVETOS and you are a pioneer.

Living in the COLD AND LAWLESS ALTERNIAN NORTH has turned you from a typical vicious troll to something of a legalist survivalist hunting for subsistance on the fringe of civilization. Living with your BEAR LUSUS in a land where the law is basically nonexistant has made you VALUE ORDER AND RULES to an almost religious degree. Everything in your life is SCHEDUALED AND ORGANIZED, with timeslots dedicated to things such as hunting, hive maintenance, and designated time for games and social chat.

In many ways, this strict adherence to rules and regulations can make you a bit unpleasant. You are UNWAVERING AND UNBREAKING IN THE FACE OF YOUR RULES to the point of outright refusing to work with anyone who will not adhere to your own ideas on what must be done and how to do it. This has made you sort of a BAD TEAMMATE and you've not worked on a team since your last HORRIBLE FLARP ACCIDENT which resulted in one of your partners being mutilated and the other being horribly maimed. It was their fault of course; they should have listened to you. You still do FLARP from time to time, with your persona, THE STALKER, being a very high level character, abet one that few seek to actively work with.

You have devleoped a knack for MACHINERY AND TECHNOLOGY, as a consequence of having to preform your own routine maintenance to keep you hive warm as not to freeze to death, and establishing a connection to the greater internet from your remote home. Your interests, aside from keeping yourself alive, include the FINE ARTS, especially Music, who's careful organization holds great appeal to you. You often try your hand at MUSICAL COMPOSITON when you have the free time to do so, and are capable of playing many instruments, acting as your own ensemble when you need to record a piece. This foray into music also leads you to venture into the very valued art of POETRY, which you often delve into for accompanying your instrumentals; poetry appeals to you for it's rigid rules of meter and the challenge that provides. Yes you are a regular RENESSAINCE TROLL, whatever that may mean.

Living in a glacier means needing to hunt to survive, and thus you have skill with the SABREKIND strife specibus, as being a survivalist does not mean that you cannot hunt with the grace and sophisication of the nobility that you are, as well as an alternative BOTTLEKIND back up, when you need to huck a burning bottle of drink at any fearsome northern beasts or other troll hunters looking to take your quarry. Your fetch modus is the REFORMATION modus, which deconstructs any items that you place into it, and forces you to rebuild the item before it can be removed.

Your troll tag is septentrionalBoyar, and it's well known that you govoяeeт шiтh a мalenky вiт of an accenт, шith noятheяn slovos and leттeяs. You've found that your trollian friend react in various degrees to your use of accented speech

Sgrub: Chapter One

@KiltmanBagz im down for that

Sgrub: Chapter One

Forgive my messy CS; was kind of half asleep when I made it and looking back I think I have a bit of final touch ups to make ^^'

Sgrub: Chapter One

Time to get this going

Klessa Svetos

Prospit Dreamer
Cerulean Highblood| Ⱄ
Ⰻ Sylph of Doom | The Land of Abyss and Ignition Ⰻ


Indoor and Winterized variations

Hider

Age: 8
Gender: Female
Appearance: Klessa is a very tall troll, standing almost at her adult height, and has an unhealthy thinness, coming from the constant famine that she faces living in the north. Her hair is allowed to grow out and thick, to help keep warmth. Her nose is slightly bent, having been broken during an arctic cholarbear hunt, in which another hunter hit her in the face with the back of his rifle. Her teeth are sharp, and a few of her teeth have been replaced by prosthetics crafted from the teeth of beasts she hunted. Her horns are long, straight and uniform.

Her so called, Winterized Clothes, is a long fur coat, a fur lined Northern Style hat, boots with steel tacks in them to grip the ice, and a pair of light-blocking goggles to keep her eyes safe, especially in the face of sunlight being reflected off of the snow during the dim season, which could easily blind a troll in less than a second.
Symbol: The Glagolitic Letter Slovo

Lusus: Three Headed Polar Bear, referred to as "The Starry Bear" by Klessas herself

Sylladex: Reformation Sylladex

Strife specibus: Sabrekind and Bottlekind

HuskTop

Handle: septentrionalBoyar
Quirk: replaces certain letters with cyrillic chracters, and occassionally uses words derived from North Alternian (Russian)
SB: I тhink iт is a malenky вiт яude тo goveяeeт шiтh me like тhaт

SBURB

God-tier: Sylph Of Doom
Moon: Prospit
Land: Land of Abyss and Ignition
A planet that is little more than a ball of water floating in space, with rare, very small islands. Beneath the sea that dominates planet, lies a small rocky surface with a plethora of dormant volcanos that have not erupted for millenia, along with the occasional long, thin spindle of rock poking out of the sea, creating small, stone islands.

Your name is KLESSA SVETOS and you are a pioneer.

Living in the COLD AND LAWLESS ALTERNIAN NORTH has turned you from a typical vicious troll to something of a legalist survivalist hunting for subsistance on the fringe of civilization. Living with your BEAR LUSUS in a land where the law is basically nonexistant has made you VALUE ORDER AND RULES to an almost religious degree. Everything in your life is SCHEDUALED AND ORGANIZED, with timeslots dedicated to things such as hunting, hive maintenance, and designated time for games and social chat.

In many ways, this strict adherence to rules and regulations can make you a bit unpleasant. You are UNWAVERING AND UNBREAKING IN THE FACE OF YOUR RULES to the point of outright refusing to work with anyone who will not adhere to your own ideas on what must be done and how to do it. This has made you sort of a BAD TEAMMATE and you've not worked on a team since your last HORRIBLE FLARP ACCIDENT which resulted in one of your partners being mutilated and the other being horribly maimed. It was their fault of course; they should have listened to you. You still do FLARP from time to time, with your persona, THE STALKER, being a very high level character, abet one that few seek to actively work with.

You have devleoped a knack for MACHINERY AND TECHNOLOGY, as a consequence of having to preform your own routine maintenance to keep you hive warm as not to freeze to death, and establishing a connection to the greater internet from your remote home. Your interests, aside from keeping yourself alive, include the FINE ARTS, especially Music, who's careful organization holds great appeal to you. You often try your hand at MUSICAL COMPOSITON when you have the free time to do so, and are capable of playing many instruments, acting as your own ensemble when you need to record a piece. This foray into music also leads you to venture into the very valued art of POETRY, which you often delve into for accompanying your instrumentals; poetry appeals to you for it's rigid rules of meter and the challenge that provides. Yes you are a regular RENESSAINCE TROLL, whatever that may mean.

Living in a glacier means needing to hunt to survive, and thus you have skill with the SABREKIND strife specibus, as being a survivalist does not mean that you cannot hunt with the grace and sophisication of the nobility that you are, as well as an alternative BOTTLEKIND back up, when you need to huck a burning bottle of drink at any fearsome northern beasts or other troll hunters looking to take your quarry. Your fetch modus is the REFORMATION modus, which deconstructs any items that you place into it, and forces you to rebuild the item before it can be removed.

Your troll tag is septentrionalBoyar, and it's well known that you govoяeeт шiтh a мalenky вiт of an accenт, шith noятheяn slovos and leттeяs. You've found that your trollian friend react in various degrees to your use of accented speech

Turning Gears - Fantasy Steampunk Nationgame

Still in it! Just having a bit of block :(