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TMJ/TMD causing tooth and mouth pain. *dances* while I am sick with something else and the doctors won't see me at all till mid-march, if that.
2 yrs ago
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TMJ/TMD causing tooth and mouth pain. *dances* while I am sick with something else and the doctors won't see me at all till mid-march, if that.
2 yrs ago
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Me = sick. Me = call doctors office. Doctors office lady = unhelpful with scheduling an appointment for me. Proceeds to tell me to go online to do it myself. *hangs up* Me: goes online. Cannot... :C
Change provokation to provocation, please and thank you.
Hand-to-hand Combat From a young age the king was taught to fight with a axe in hand, or a sword at his side. While not a master in the art of swordplay Yolaf is quite skilled with the axe, knowing the finer points of the weapons usefulness in the thick of battle.
This ability would be considered Weapons experience or Mastery of an axe, etc... Change from Hand-to-hand combat to weapons skills, proficiency, or something.
Everything looks good other than that! Once those are changed, you will be approved.
Interesting world, tentatively interested... Is it just an open world sort of thing? Do we just plop a character down wherever and just go from there?
My current thought is a airship captain of some sort- either a pirate/privateer or an explorer
You are correct-o-mondo! This world is a very sandboxed-based realm, so there are main plots, side plots, and character plots (just like reality.) You make a character, get it approved, and then go on your way.
Airships and airship captain pirates, regulars, or whatever you please are allowed within reason.
Let me invite you to the newer location, casual since I wanted to make it more friendly forever. Advanced is intimidating for most, and the lore, main plot lines, etc. and will be advanced, but I do not believe everything else will be progressive unless need-be or wanted by an individual.
Making his way back to the room, he stopped at the assumably his door before entering it slowly. Shutting and locking the door behind him so no more surprise watchers would be coming in for the time being. Glancing over to his desk, which was overcrowded with papers, rewritten letters, and extensively more.
Only being gone for around an hour, Icarus felt the coldness of the desk chair and any type of breathing that came from him tried to consolidate within the atmosphere. Though, like always, this quickly dispersed throughout the ambiance.
Picking up another quill which was not broken, he began to write on a fresh piece of paper, and he was figuring out how to reply to the leaders of the united council of Ephae. The main issues were going to derive from what the leaders thought was right, which he understood, but they needed to not punish his people for what someone else was doing. The king of Yukar is making false accusations in Icarus's eyes, and he needs to fix this misunderstanding quickly.
Glancing out the window and patio doors, he thought of something that could be considered a bit foolish, "Should I?" he tried to talk himself out of it, but he wanted to know what was going on at the borders. These accusations have been stated to be around night. While travelers made their way in and out of the kingdom of Yukar. Standing up and placing the quill to rest, Icarus decided to open up his balcony doors.
Snow blew into his room with soft shivers climbing his feet and legs. Tiny snowflakes hit all over his body while he stepped out onto the snow. For his whole life, he watched the snowfall in Aicosha, and his parents spoke of times when the snow would only fall in certain areas, now it taints all the land. With a movement of his hand, the doors closed before he stepped up onto the edge of the ridge. Glancing down, he allowed his body to fall into the void of the mountains. The once beautiful Aicosha mountains were the tallest, and they helped separate Aicosha from Basen.
Plummeting to the ground, he allowed his body to spread out while the fabrics he wore flapped in the wind. Aggressively beating through the snow and pressure of gravity dragging everything down. Watching the ground, smoke began to come from his eyes before the form of a human disappeared. I need to know. A giant white-furred dragon rose from the depths of the mountains and darted up through the sky.
Walking down the darkened corridors of the castle, his eyes flickered from the dark gray-blue color they usually are in glowing ice burst eyes. Looking through the hallway and walking without much effort, he was making his way to his mother, so the youngling wrapped around his arm would be safe.
His destination took about fifteen minutes to walk, and he opened the chamber doors without a single knock. Entering underground locations of the Aicosha castle, a natural structured room carved out from the mountain. An open area at the top allowed natural light to come in along with the snowflakes that luckily found themselves landing in the natural hot springs of the land, "Mother," his voice echoed amongst the walls of this room.
In the middle of the hot springs, a tree, blossoming, stayed healthy looking and had water pouring from its roots without any halt. A woman of silver-white hair laid in the springs without a worry in her mind. Other small younglings were swimming in the pound with their mother, enjoying the room, the heat, and the freedom to roam such an area safely.
Her eyes fluttered open while her soft pink lips formed a faint smile as if she was tired, "Yes, my eldest?" she called out while sitting up, she was completely nude, and her long hair hid her body from the world. Being the goddess of fertility, she did not see a woman's body as indecent, and she allowed herself to roam this room without anything on.
Stepping into the hot springs with all of his clothes on, he seemed unbothered by the fabric absorbing the water, "I bring you, Tophic," approaching his mother without hesitation. She appeared tired and kept the positive expression on her face as if naturally it was that way forever, "Tophic, that is where you have been," she said while giving a single light laugh and taking the youngling from Icarus.
When the child was removed from his arm, he reached out, caressing his mother's cheek, "Are you feeling well?" he was concerned about this tired attitude. His mother nodded while pressing her cheek up against her son's embrace, "I am fine. The children have been wearing me out, and I can feel her calling for help," she explained with light gasps in between some of her words as if this was a lot for her to do.
Standing there, he thought for a moment before giving a faint smile in response, "I know you are their mother, but you need to take care of yourself. Do you need anything?" he asked, ignoring that she felt the tree of life passing. His mother was one of the many beings connected to the tree, and she brought this up quite a lot.
Shaking her head, "No, I will be fine. Your father will be coming soon," she chuckled, "I will make him get me the things I need. You know he loves that," she seemed as if this was somewhat of a game. She could order the god of war around.
Nodding his head, "He loves it even if he is dramatic about it," he stated while moving through the water. Allowing his hands to go in and out of the warm liquid, causing waves and ripples.
"I do apologize that the younglings bother you; I know you have a lot of pressure from this world on your shoulders. I will try harder to keep them out of your areas," his mother was speaking up since he had to bring back one of the younglings quite a lot. Not all the younglings were even related to him, but they were safest in the hot springs within the mountains. Not able to regulate their body temperature by themselves, it was winter, and they needed someone to watch them.
Stopping before he got out, playing with the water a little before answering. His eyes softened at the thought of his mother taking his actions in such a way, "It's not that," he stated while reverting back to thinking. Icarus closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, "I just don't want them to see me like this, mother," he informed her before getting out of the water. Walking right out of the room and closed the doors behind him.
Cammera held Tophic in her arms while watching her son leave the room. She felt terrible that they had to put so much pressure on him at a young age, but they didn't believe anyone else could unite Aicosha with the United council of Ephae, and they all needed that to happen.
Icarus walked down the hall, his eyes piercing the darkness, as he heard a noise. A small mouse scuttering across the hard cold stone floors of the castle, he shook his head, and he headed back to his room, "I have to not mess this request up..." faintly talking to himself before a sigh left him. Messing up the meeting with the council could cause many issues for the Outlands, which they do not need anymore.
A single candle sat on the desk, slowly melting, as the overflow stopper began to overfill, causing liquid wax to drip on the hardened wood. White polish slowly was building up over time; an hour ago, the candle was completely new, and ink bottles were fuller.
The wind whispered through the castle and all of Ephae; a storm was somewhat brewing. Dapping of snow could be heard on the outer walls of the room and window, glancing to the frosted glass; Icarus let out a sigh which formed visible particles to disperse in front of him. His room was becoming colder and colder by each minute, but he seemed to be ignoring his physical discomforts at the time. It somewhat helped to be a dragon in a cold area since he could fluctuate his temperature at minimal control. Colden air was beginning to upset the first few layers of his skin, but his internal temperature was fuming, and this could have been because his anger rose with the thoughts of King Gysia of Yukar.
Clutching his hand quickly, he didn't show any patience while snapping his quill in half. The after crips were fluttering and falling to the desk and ground while he let it all go, "Why would he do this to my people? We have done nothing wrong," vocalizing his concern aloud. The Outlands were in no condition, and Icarus had no documentation of Outlanders attacking any resources; he usually was on top of things. Still, he did not believe his people were trying to cause an issue with the other kingdoms.
Standing up caused the chair to squeal against the hardened ground, which was tile or rock of some sort, his bare feet hardly having ridges, so his footsteps were quiet even to himself. Pacing around the room, he stroked his fingers into his hair while approaching the window and viewing the storm outside, "What am I going to do?" asking while trying to think of an answer for himself. His kingdom was in ruins even after 300 years, and he couldn't fix everything at once. If he could, the place would most likely be flourishing again, but he didn't want to cause any issues with the other kingdoms, at least for the time being.
Touching the cold glass, he was thinking of things he could do, though he did not want to make any rash decisions at this time. He would be meeting with the council within the next couple of weeks, and he couldn't afford to do something foolish under their view. Coldness stayed on his palm when he took his hand away from the glass, and a handprint began to form where he once was.
A repetitive chirping began to ring from behind him as he glanced over his shoulder. Chuckling with a smile that started to initiate its way onto his expression, "Only mother can understand you," he stated while almost partially forgetting one of his siblings was in his room. The child was not looking for a regular human but would be confused with a cute pet if one did not know any better. The elongated snake showed white fur all over its body, small horn nubs beginning to form on his head, and four legs hiding under itself.
Going over and picking the youngling with careful intent, "Let's bring you to mother, you do not need to watch me while I worry about the kingdom," Icarus explained while walking out of his room. The small furred dragon wrapped itself around an arm to anchor it from moving or falling, adjusting its wings while looking up at its eldest brother. Younglings cannot change form as maturer dragons do, so they are very vulnerable. A reason dragon parents do not inform others about the children they have.
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