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Dawn Beyond Tomorrow: A Magitech distant postapocalyptic action-adventure RP

@VitaVitaARI envisioned the Owl Folk as eschewing some of the more advanced tech due to their connection with nature. They prefer more down to earth things that rely less on magic and technology. But if that doesn’t fit your vision that’s fine. I’ll probably bow out.

Dawn Beyond Tomorrow: A Magitech distant postapocalyptic action-adventure RP

@VitaVitaARI’m not sure what you mean other than maybe she talks to owls. I thought it was cute, but I can totally cut it.

Dawn Beyond Tomorrow: A Magitech distant postapocalyptic action-adventure RP

@VitaVitaARI have finished Keddy’s CS.

Dawn Beyond Tomorrow: A Magitech distant postapocalyptic action-adventure RP

Keddy

K E D Z I E S H O R T F E A T H E R

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• Name: Kedzie “Keddy” Shortfeather
• Age: 22
• Gender: Female
• Appearance: Keddy stands 162cms (5’4”). She has luminous orange eyes that seem to shine even in total darkness. Like all her folk she has two toned hair. The bottom layer is black. The top layer is a tawny brown. As the fashion of her people she keeps it jaw length or a little longer. Her bushy eyebrows are a darker brown. Her long nose hangs downwards reminiscent of a beak. The side slits prevent any loss of smell due to the angle. Her thin lips are a mixture of black and dark grey. She has a natural ruff of feathers around her neck that go down her back and chest. They are a tan color. The color scheme is reminiscent of a brown owl.
  
  Keddy wears the typical garb of her people. A ‘v’ cut outer shirt to expose the neck feathers. Under the shirt they wear a loose skirt which pattern mimics that of feathers. Keddy herself prefers to wear knee length socks to keep her legs warm and soft leather shoes. All garb is typically in with the same color scheme as the wearer’s natural coloring. Therefore Keddy’s tend to be brown, black and orange. When not in the Folk’s territory she prefers to wear typical human garb with a cloak to cover her head and owl features.
• Personality: Keddy is an inquisitive soul. She likes knowing everything she can, even if the information ultimately proves useless. Keddy is also a little bit of a chatter box. She likes talking whether she’s with someone or all alone. She also has a bad tendency to monologue. It’s very apparent when she’s not happy because she’ll go quiet and not say a word.
• Brief Backstory: Keddy was born and raised in the Old Wood. Their home town was territory of the Tawny Folk. The Tawny Folk build their homes, usually wood and clay, in the large trees. Either on limbs or in the deep natural tree hollows. Like their avian counterparts Owl Folk tend to be highly territorial. Unlike their feathered kin the Folk were working on rising above their base instincts to be more accepting of the other Owl clans. As such Keddy was exposed more than other younglings to other Owl Folk. When Keddy was six she saw her first human. Something that sparked a life long fascination with other races and species.
  
  Keddy is the youngest of three. She has two older brothers. The eldest is named Horus. The middle was Remi. He passed not even a year ago on a hunt. While heartbroken Keddy’s family still continues their business of artifact hunting. Though they have never found a true artifact they have found enough items from the Old World to make a living.
  
  Keddy heard about Hensia and the possibility of new artifacts over a month ago. She made the long trek by foot to the human city.
• Skills: Tree climbing. Woods craft. Spelunking. Paragliding. Self-defense. Bow hunting.
• Abilities: Dark-vision/low light vision. Owl speak- can speak to Owls.
• Equipment: Hunter’s pack (Spare change of clothes. Rope. Rations. Water. Lamp and lamp oil. Small Axe. Pick. Compass. Maps of specific regions around Hensia.) Recurve bow and arrows. Cloak.
• Faction: Beastfolk - One of the Great Owl Tribes of the Old Wood

Everything’s finished now.

Never’s hidden treasures

K E D Z I E S H O R T F E A T H E R

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• Name: Kedzie “Keddy” Shortfeather
• Age: 22
• Gender: Female
• Appearance: Keddy stands 162cms (5’4”). She has luminous orange eyes that seem to shine even in total darkness. Like all her folk she has two toned hair. The bottom layer is black. The top layer is a tawny brown. As the fashion of her people she keeps it jaw length or a little longer. Her bushy eyebrows are a darker brown. Her long nose hangs downwards reminiscent of a beak. The side slits prevent any loss of smell due to the angle. Her thin lips are a mixture of black and dark grey. She has a natural ruff of feathers around her neck that go down her back and chest. They are a tan color. The color scheme is reminiscent of a brown owl.
  
  Keddy wears the typical garb of her people. A ‘v’ cut outer shirt to expose the neck feathers. Under the shirt they wear a loose skirt which pattern mimics that of feathers. Keddy herself prefers to wear knee length socks to keep her legs warm and soft leather shoes. All garb is typically in with the same color scheme as the wearer’s natural coloring. Therefore Keddy’s tend to be brown, black and orange. When not in the Folk’s territory she prefers to wear typical human garb with a cloak to cover her head and owl features.
• Personality: Keddy is an inquisitive soul. She likes knowing everything she can, even if the information ultimately proves useless. Keddy is also a little bit of a chatter box. She likes talking whether she’s with someone or all alone. She also has a bad tendency to monologue. It’s very apparent when she’s not happy because she’ll go quiet and not say a word.
• Brief Backstory: Born and raised in the Old Wood. Parents are life-bonds. Their town is largely populated by the Tawny folk. While it’s natural for them to be territorial, most don’t mind other colorations of Owl Folk in their town. Their homes are built in large trees, on their limbs or in the large natural tree hollows in the trunks. Construction is mainly of wood and clay. Has two older brothers. Family business was artifact hunting. Lost one brother to it. Didn’t deter Keddy. Heard about Hensia and is going to check it out herself.
• Skills: Tree climbing. Woods craft. Spelunking. Paragliding. Self-defense. Bow hunting.
• Abilities: Dark-vision/low light vision. Owl speak- can speak to Owls.
• Equipment: Hunter’s pack (Spare change of clothes. Rope. Rations. Water. Lamp and lamp oil. Small Axe. Pick. Compass. Maps of specific regions around Hensia.) Recurve bow and arrows. Cloak.
• Faction: Beastfolk - One of the Great Owl Tribes of the Old Wood

Dawn Beyond Tomorrow: A magitech distant postapocalyptic action-adventure Interest Check

This sound pretty interesting. Would an Owl person artifact hunter work?



Also, how common is magic for “ordinary” people/beastfolk?

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"Splintered" | Issue #1 | Prague

The Winter Soldier closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

“Dušan?” Štefan’s voice was barely audible for a normal man’s hearing. “Are you okay?” The aid placed his hand on the Soldier’s arm. The assassin barely restrained himself from ripping the man’s arm clean off. “You’re pale.” There was a pause. “And shaking.”

The Soldier’s eyes finally opened and he looked down at the crumpled pad. Indeed, his hands were shaking. The serum Hydra had given him took care of all physical ailments. He should never shake. He should report this back to his handler. At the thought his hands trembled just a little more. Being seen by Hydra had never made him shake before.

“Are you sick?” Laid asked from Dušan‘s other side. She placed her hand in the crook of his elbow.

“Men.” She sighed and shook her head. “Never taking care of themselves. You got this Štefan? I’m going to take him to the clinic.” The two friends exchanged looks.

“I’ll cover.” The aid agreed. “You make sure he doesn’t pass out on his fool ass.”

Ladi’s rogue mouth twisted up into a smirk. “So gracious.” She tugged on the Winter Soldier’s arm and pulled him out of the room. The immediate area was clear of people and he drew in another breath. The shadows of what he just saw still clung to him.

“I’m fine.” The man pretending to be Dušan groused.

“Sure. And I’m the Queen of Sheba.” Ladi poked him in the side. “Why don’t you sit down for a second?”

The brunette man let Ladi sit him down on one of the benches in the Castle. She sat down next to him and he turned his head to avoid her concerned look. He had no answers for her. None even for himself.

Report to Hydra.

The Winter Soldier ran his hands through his hair and inhaled shakily.

“Dizzy? Nauseous?” Ladi rubbed her hand up and down his back.

“Just-“ The man pretending to be Dušan took a deep breath. “I think I need to go home.”

The woman nodded her head. “Of course. Think you can make it on your own?”

Dušan nodded in return. Then before he could think twice he reached out and hugged her. “Thank you.” With that he was gone like a dream.

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I’m here to apologize for the absence. I did not mean for it to stretch this long. I’m working on a post which should be up today or tomorrow. And edits will be made to previous posts.

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"Splintered" | Issue #1 | Prague

Prague Castle was beautiful. Even for the Winter Soldier who much preferred more colorful buildings. Even with the copper green roof the building was lack luster against it's backdrop. Colorfully painted blue roofs, yellow buildings. But he wasn't here to be an art critic. A small part of his mind pointed out that he knew about this because of a young blonde. He shoved that part away roughly. It wouldn't help him with his job. And it was something he shouldn't think about.

The man masquerading as Dušan entered the Castle. It was still a mild trek through the multiple courtyards. He easily slipped through the clusters of people. Morning business was well underway even at this early hour. He was just rounding the entrance to the second courtyard when he spotted Štefan, another of the aids for Sucharda. An older friendly man who happily took 'Dušan' under his tutalage.

"Hey! Dušan." Štefan greeted as he turned away from Ladislava. She was secretary to Alexander.

"Štefan. Ladi." The Winter Soldier smiled winningly at the woman. She was younger than him and slightly comely, but she fancied him and was a good source of information on Dubček's movements.

"Is the conference room preped?"

Ladi rolled her eyes. "Always with work with you." She swatted Dušan on the arm. "Relax for once. Everything is ready. We're just waiting until the First Secretary is ready to give his speech."

The soldier shrugged a shoulder casually. He was always careful to keep Ladi on his right due to her having less of a concept of personal space. "I care about my job." He grunted seemingly put out good naturedly at her jabbing.

The friendly conversation soon found itself back to politics. The tension in the Castle wasn't suffocating yet, but it was very apparent. All too quickly it was time to file into the conference room. Sets were carefully arranged for staff and press, all facing the long table at the end of the room. Microphones and cameras were places strategically. Dušan and his colleges found themselves standing in the back against the wall.

People were packed in, all waiting for the First Secretary. Notable KSČ members already occupied seats at the main table. Štefan and the spy both pulled out their notebooks and pens to take notes. Soon Novotný appeared in a side door. Men parted the way for him to get to his seat. The sound level rose, then crested as the First Secretary took his spot.



"Esteemed comrades! Dear friends! On behalf of the Central Committee of the Communist Party of Czechoslovakia, of our whole party and of our people, we convey to the Rumanian Workers' Party, the Rumanian people and to you, comrade deputies, the warmest comradely greetings." The orator's warm voice echoed in the room. A few reporters snapped pictures. Blubs flashed and popped. The only other sound to be heard.

The Winter Soldier dutifully raised his pen and prepared himself for some for an hour of drudgery.

"Economic cooperation based on the principles of proletarian internationalism is an important component of our country's accelerated transition from capitalism to socialism. This beneficial and comprehensive cooperation-"

One of the photographer's bulbs popped close to the one who called himself Dušan. Only years of training kept the man from jumping. He turned to glare at the photographer only to find no one. There was no one to the side of him. Slowly he turned his head back to the front only to find an empty room. Vacant chairs were arranged perfectly in front of him. All empty.

The Winter Soldier could feel his heart rate picking up. He turned to where Štefan had been standing immediately to his right but he too was gone. Training whispered in his mind. Assess the situation. Did he black out? No. That had not happened in years. Even if it had he was friendly enough with Štefan that the man would not have just left him. There would have been a scene. Which meant something more sinister was afoot.

The solider went to pocket his notebook and pen only to find himself holding a sniper. He nearly dropped the weapon in shock. This was not his mission. He took a step back to press his back against the wall only to meet no resistance. His foot crunched down on broken glass. The man took a deep breath and turned.

The corridor was long and dark. Lights overhead flickered slowly as if weathering a great and terrible storm. Moaning could be heard from down the hall. It was a long, deep, mournful sound.

The soldier adjusted his sniper and carefully stepped over the shards of glass. The sparse flashes of light illuminated only small halos. Enough for him to not run into any walls. The corridor was endless.

The man lifted his arm to wipe snow out of eyes. The blizzard was making it nearly impossible to see, even with the unreliable lighting. The ground was quickly becoming treacherous. The moaning was the howling of the wind. The flickering of the lights flashes of discharging firearms.

The Winter Soldier dove to the ground in search of cover. He raised his handgun and took aim at the nearest enemy. A sharp crack and a scream. The soldier rolled as a bullet pinged off his arm.

Where was Steve? He was supposed to be here by now. The lone squad of the 26th was no match for the swarm of Germans. They were blocking the alleyway. And if he didn't get home Pop was going to be mad. Again. But what could he do? If he didn't get scratch he couldn't get food. Then Becca.

Then ----?

The Winter Soldier blinked. Who was he thinking about? He looked down at the notebook in his hand. He had to take a few minutes to process the words he had written on the page. It wasn't Russian nor Cezch. It took him an embarrassingly long time to realize it was English, let alone his own hand writing. The harsh black letters were pressed harshly into the page, nearly tearing the paper in the process.

I AM NOT YOU