Unfortunately I won't be moving forward with this! I really liked the idea but one of my other RP's picked up in pace and I don't want too much on my plate!
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Forum: Casual Interest Checks
I would definitely love to see the thread once you create it with all the information :) the initial concept is really neat though and I love the darker idea with the comedic and light highlights. I think it brings some interesting layers and elements
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Seems interesting for sure!
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There is a Discord, but I won't be adding anyone new until 11:59 p.m. CST tomorrow. It's only for people that have been officially accepted.
I'm making my selections at that time, and truth be told I'll have to refuse a couple people because of the number of applicants and my consideration of the load.
Awesome! I figured the discord, if there was one, which there is, was for accepted players anyway.
I also figured there would be some rejections on applications due to the sheer amount of interest.
Is there a communal discord for people to chat as long as they don't reveal their characters? Or do people have discord for their RP purposes with this format? :)
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Intentionally left vague, but...
Immortals
Minotaur effectively live forever and don't age. However, they can only be so old as the Wizard Wars, having been created during them to fight for the Beastshaper.
Wizards aren't confirmed immortal, but what little people know is that such figures as the Beastshaper were around when First King Ulrain arrived on the continent. Meaning... they're either immortal or can live a REALLY long time, or at least some of them can.
Dragons are believed to be immortal.
Long-lived species
Dwarves and elves can live for a long time, but aren't immortal.
The giants of ancient days are long lived for sure.
Wyverns aren't as long-lived as dragons but can still live a long time.
Gnolls
Gnolls are short-lived, only lasting 30-40 years at most before they expire.
Everyone else
Roughly as long as humans, though some races may have somewhat shorter or longer lifespans.
There may be species out there that aren't known about which live longer than humans, as long as elves/dwarves, or are immortal. And it may well be that some races have considerably shorter lifespans than humanity. However, most of these would be minor races, and thus not well known to the populace at large.
OK I see! I didn't realize it was intentional haha.
Thank you :)
Curious the lifespans of the races? :)
Interesting concept. Is there ample opportunity for players to accidentally meet up or what not to allow interaction between them? And if so, what does that look like if there isn't a traditional IC thread? Is Discord mandatory?
Sera Makatza
Bride of Ineraz Evrenarth @SilverPaw. Sister Bride of Zeldria Miphras [@SaltwaterThief]
Interacting with Ineraz and Zeldria
"Sera, what do you think?"
Sera turned to the familiar voice of her sister bride calling her name. Zeldria was holding two different cloaks and looked unsure of what one to pick. One was grey, almost silver, and the other was a darker grey resembling the gloomy sky on a cold and rainy winter night. She could care less which cloak Zeldria picked having little interest in clothing items herself but was curious as to why, all of a sudden, Zeldria was engaging her when the girl had clearly been scared of her since they arrived at the Evrenarth manor.
With a heavy sigh Sera chose to humour her sister for the time being and took a few small steps toward her. The fair skinned Gem raised a finger and began to point back and forth between the two cloaks while silently speaking to herself. Her finger landed on the silver cloak in a final ‘mo’
”That one” Sera chose matter of factly even though her decision was based on pure luck.
From where she stood she could tell her sister was a bit anxious having asked her the question she did. Sera wondered if she had meant to. All of the scared people in her life had dared not speak to her but instead ridiculed her in fear from a distance.
Freak. Abomination. Monster.
Sera quickly looked away from Zeldria, careful to hide the pain in her eyes. Without looking back at her sister she wandered away from her and back to her husband’s side. Zeldria was a bitter reminder of a past she was desperate to run away from, or turn to ash. Sera’s hand tightened into a fist as a flood of memories came pouring in.
There she was, in a crowd just like the one on the streets of Železna Kri. All of the people had surrounded her, their words spitting venom in her direction. She was collapsed on the ground in the center of the circle, her hands tightly holding her head tucked in as close to her body as humanly possible. Tears rolled down her face in an uncontrollable manner as she wept with each tongue lashing.
Please… please help me…
Sera’s hand began to radiate heat until she was jolted into reality when a massive force ran into her, knocking her to the ground. Sera looked up at the Drakkan that had knocked her, he was running toward a crowd of people who were tossing each other around and shouting. The street fight was growing in size and ferocity as most onlookers were quick to join in, each one more aggressive than the last. Gruelling shrieks of pain echoed through the laneways as weapons were drawn and sought blood. In a mere matter of seconds, a full on brawl consumed the street.
Sera Makatza
Bride of Ineraz Evrenarth @SilverPaw. Sister Bride of Zeldria Miphras [@SaltwaterThief]
Interacting with Ineraz and Zeldria
A guard entered the room and crossed to Ineraz with purpose. Sera’s watchful eye landed on the pair as the guard handed over a sealed letter. His name was Senn. The young Gem would forget it entirely once she exited the room, as it served no purpose to her to remember their names; they were all the same.
Sera watched as a manic grin spread from ear to ear on her Husband’s face upon inspecting the letter. In the day she had known him, this was the most excited she had seen him. The mark on the letter was clearly well-known, important, maybe even sought after? The Gem had never been exposed to such social situations before and was lacking a basic understanding of such things… but she was smart enough to know that whatever was in the letter was exciting to Ineraz given his expression. She wondered if she would ever see him like this again.
The thought of Ineraz sprawled out over his bed crossed Sera’s mind. His exposed skin revealing a hardened muscular tone. His black tunic hugging the most intimate part of his body. His eyes excited with lust as he looked at her and Zeldria. “And three, you may sleep with me,”
“I will show you the kinds of pleasure you wouldn’t have had chance to even dream of until now”
Would she be able to see him as excited as he was looking at that scroll again when he was finally able to touch her? Take her? Have her? Sera thought back to how he looked at her with such anticipation when she kissed him and wondered just how he would look when her naked body was before him.
Ineraz’s arm came around Sera’s shoulder, jolting her out of her momentary daydream. She looked up at him as he assured her that they place they were going to play was not consumed in darkness. Sera simply nodded in acknowledgement and followed her husband, carefully walking closer to him than the guard who had struck her.
The manner was bigger than she had discovered already. There was a labyrinth of corridors that one would easily lose themselves in. The trio came to a halt in front of an iron doorway. The door itself did not match the rest of the architecture of the home and was an eyesore amongst the beautiful paintings, tapestries, and rugs.
Doors like these exist for one reason only…
The door swung open and revealed a staircase which led the group deep underneath the manor. Each step brought them further and further away from the gracious decorating of Ineraz’s home. This place was made of cold grey stone. This place was never touched by sunlight. This place was filled with the lingering cries of people past. Sera’s eyes wandered to the guard as she wondered if he was frightened. Did Drakken scare?
We will scare him.
Their second stop was in a room filled with terrible looking instruments and a single Drakkan leaning back in a wooden chair in the corner of the room. The Drakkan was older and paid no attention to them, merely grunting at their arrival.
This one won’t scare..
Sera moved closer to Ineraz and snaked her arm around his. He retrieved a single whip and a cell key before leading her and the guard through yet another iron door and down a corridor. The corridor was lined with cells. The dirt ground was littered with blood stains. The underground was damp, poorly lit, and carried the stench of iron. Sera’s grip tightened around Ineraz’s arm.
...but you scare.
Ineraz opened the door to a cell and pushed the guard in. Sera followed closely behind him. Her husband handed her the whip he retrieved from the first room. She looked down at the leather item in her small, pale hands. Her eyes transitioned from the whip to the guard, who was now being restrained and stripped. She watched quietly as his face was pressed against the cold stone and his mouth gagged with his own belt. His face was beginning to perspire as beady eyes shot around the room. He was terrified.
You like this. You like watching him
”Suffer.”
Ineraz took the whip from her and began. Sera watched, wide-eyed. Her husband’s instruction to observe was not needed. She did not flinch away from the sound of the whip cracking against the guard’s skin. With each lash, her eyes lightened. It drew her in. The pain, the suffering, the screaming, the tears…
~~~
The door opened and brought with it the sound of a woman and man laughing. The laughing came to an abrupt stop.
The air carried the lingering smell of sulphur.
The wooden floors were scorched.
A snow haired girl was collapsed in the center of the room. Her arm wrapped tightly around a burnt figure.
Serafine
~~~
The door opened and brought with it the sound of a woman and man laughing. The laughing came to an abrupt stop.
The air carried the lingering smell of sulphur.
The wooden floors were scorched.
A snow haired girl was collapsed in the center of the room. Her arm wrapped tightly around a burnt figure.
Serafine
~~~
”Be a dear and cauterize those for me?” Ineraz’s voice shook her from another memory. Sera looked up at her husband hesitantly but nodded in agreement. ”Yes sir.”
Sera took a few slow steps toward the guard. As she drew closer, he looked more and more scared. She stopped a mere inches from him and observed his battered body. The guard was sweating profusely and his entire being shook in terror. His back was littered with lashings and covered in blood. The Gem reached toward the gashes the knife had made but stopped before making contact with them.
~~~
Daziel? Is that…. Please, no… no.
The girl looked over at the two standing in the doorway, her eyes red from tears.
Mother. Father… I didn’t.. I didn’t…..
What did you do!?
SERAFINE WHAT DID YOU DO!?
~~~
Daziel? Is that…. Please, no… no.
The girl looked over at the two standing in the doorway, her eyes red from tears.
Mother. Father… I didn’t.. I didn’t…..
What did you do!?
SERAFINE WHAT DID YOU DO!?
~~~
Serafine’s hand radiated heat as it pressed into the Drakkan’s exposed flesh. The guard whimpered in pain, attempting to scream through the belt in his mouth. His body jolted from side to side, desperate to escape the searing pain against his back. Sulphur filled the air as smoke boiled over the girl’s hand pressed into the guard’s back. A wicked look overcame the Gem as she pressed harder and harder into the Drakkan…
~~~
You’re not our daughter
You’re a monster
~~~
You’re not our daughter
You’re a monster
~~~
Arms fell at the Gem’s side, hands stained with blood and shaking. She took a few weak steps back and stared at what she had done. The guard’s body was limp, hanging like a piece of meat that had been cooked. Sera turned quickly and joined her husband’s side, however; she didn’t look at him or speak a word. She simply waited until Ineraz escorted her out of the room.
Ineraz led her to where Zeldria and a new guard was. He mentioned the market before leaving her with them. Sera glanced toward the new guard and then over to Zeldria who quickly looked away when Sera’s eyes fell on her. She knew the look well. It was the same as the one she had received from dozens and dozens of people her entire life. It was the look of fear. Sera leaned her head to the side in curiousity as she observed Zeldria. The auburn haired girl had done a phenomenal job of remaining relaxed, however; it was the small glances out of the corner of her eye toward Sera that gave her away. ”Are you frightened?” she asked almost rhetorically.
Sera lazily walked toward Zeldria and stopped where she was sitting in a chair, looking down at her with a classic blank expression on her face. Her sister bride was afraid of her and yet, she had no idea of the horrors that followed her or the shadows that lingered. Zeldria didn’t know about Serafine.
”There are darker things to be scared of…” Crimson eyes fixed on Zeldria as she waited for a response before simply turning and walking away from her. The snow haired Gem sat on the floor with her back against the wall on a side of the room that had no doors on it. She couldn’t help but continue to look back at her sister bride, like a moth drawn to a flame.
...we could show her.
”Show her what?”
Serafine.
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Zeldria sat opposite to her in the wagon that carried them to their destination. Neither Gem spoke to each other and although Zeldria had no intention of looking at Sera, Sera had every intention of keeping her eyes on her. Sera’s sister-bride was interesting to her, as most people who were weary of her were. What made them tick. What made their hair stand on edge. What made their heart race. What made them scared. She had learned the power of fear over another person at a young age. Fear could control others. Fear could drive them to do maddening things.
Daziel. Sera winced at the thought. Fear could drive someone to do unspeakable things…
The wagon came to a halt and the girl’s piled out quickly. The two emerged into a world unlike their own. There were massive figures all around and the streets moved so quickly with the bustles of business. Vendors yelled at prospective customers and people fought over certain wares. Ineraz didn’t appear to be bothered by the high-stress environment, though it was a world he was used to.
Sera looked around nervously, she had never been around so many people before. In Shadow Worth there were hundreds of them but they were already dead; empty caskets going through the motions. The market was different, the people here were alive and there were more than just Drakken. Sera found herself next to Ineraz, her small hand holding on to his arm. Her big red eyes looked up toward him for reassurance but her husband seemed different than earlier. He was quiet and didn’t seem as relaxed as normal.
The group began to walk leisurely walk through the market. Zeldria was more accustomed to such busyness, an obvious observation by how she browsed the vendors. Sera, on the other hand, needed more encouragement to explore. Eventually the small Gem wandered to a few stalls and looked at the garments available. The items meant nothing to her, she had no preference of what she wore and really could care less about shopping. Sera looked over to her sister-bride who was picking pieces and seemed all too pleased about it. The small Gem sighed and began to pull a couple items off the table without much thought to it. By the end of it, she had acquired an assortment of tops in blacks, and mute purples, blues-greens, and blues. She also had a few plain coloured skirts in varying lengths, shorts, and few casual dresses. Lastly, she acquired something that actually caught her eye; a long white cloak with gold embellishments and an oversized hood.
Sera returned to her husband’s side with a few bags of new items. She hadn’t brought anything from home. Even if she had time to gather things, she wouldn’t want to. Sera wanted to leave that place behind and forget that it ever existed. She wanted it to burn. Drakka was her new home. Her new beginning. Where no one was afraid of her… Sera looked over at Zeldria who was admiring something.
Almost no one.
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