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Starless - Unique Fantasy RP

@jasonwolf: But it's also been the consensus that the north is full of desert land. Dragons roam in very small numbers the northeastern mountain ranges, and the Plains of Dust occupy the entire flat, sandy expanse stretching from the top of the map into the middle of it. I'll correct you and say that the northern part of the map is not icy tundra, but the eastern part including the mountains and beyond are tundra.

Also, nobody should get the notion that a character's status as accepted is the same thing as being off the hook. If other players take clear issue with something or there is dispute over something in a character sheet, that character sheet is not immune to correction just because it was accepted. Characters are open game for critique and corrections, as I've said in the past.

Starless - Unique Fantasy RP

@Guilty Spark: Just noticed. Meant to tag @Torack.

Starless - Unique Fantasy RP

@Dawnscroll: Like I said before, I was going to read your post and write your response after I replied to everyone else. That's literally starting now.

Starless - Unique Fantasy RP

Now would be a good time to pull out those maps and show me exactly (like, give me a point) where your characters are in the present. Show me what direction you're headed in. You can also give me some awesome historical maps of locations your characters visited in their lifetime and journeys they went on. Those would be hella helpful and important to figuring out some stuff for the IC.

I expect all of you to show me where your character is. I need to know so that I can figure where everyone is and who might meet soon. Making a map isn't necessarily required, but it would help. Making a map of historical and present-day landmarks is helpful too, but you're also in no obligation to that.

I'm going to ping everyone. This is an alert to remind people that we're moving again and that I still need some geographic information. @Corvidae @Tuujaimaa @Guilty Spark @Torack @Dead Cruiser @rivaan @DeltaV @Dextkiller @Kingfisher @Charzy @Celaira @jasonwolf @Dawnscroll @LancerOfBlue @yoshua171 @FantasyChic @RisenDead

Starless - Unique Fantasy RP

Jaralia

The desert city of Ahak was busy and bustling. It lied 5 miles west of the Yimosha in the Plains of Dust, and it was the largest and capital city of the Vashiel province. Ahak's towers and buildings of sandstone bricks stood over black stone streets like yellow golden dunes that trickled with oil. Bronze still dominated the land, but silver - yes, silver - was the new pride of the Plains. The people here liked to dress loosely, with flowing robes and sashes. Some wore scarves, others bandages. Jewels and bangles bedecked the gentry, and the poor wore rags and lived in shambles. At this particular point in time, wearing a circlet around the head was common for those married or engaged. One fact was immediately apparent of the masses in Ahak: they were a variegated sea of colors and styles.

This people's great wealth, the social inequality, the weak infrastructure, and the strong regional identity, the Vashieli people justified it all with their might in the defensive industry. Vashiel housed numerous military barracks, supplies, and bases. Although extremely rare in these days, the few magically-gifted who were born in Vashiel were encouraged to join the military, so that a large piece of Ansus' military might lied in the North. This force tamed and maimed dragons with a wave of the finger, this force could wipe a raucous, unjustified rebellion off the map.

Quest Note for Kingfisher

@Kingfisher

Time to send Jaralia in! She won't be able to take down that army of course. It's stuffed with magical power, and a vigilante group could easily drag her back down in the same manner of her death. But basically, this is the place where shit's going to go down. I might send that roastin' dragon your way.

Ki'ira

The forest was full of small stones and vines, and a thin brook wound its way in between the trees. As Ki'ira explored further into the reaches of the woods, the gray and brown stones seemed to grow larger and larger until they became collapsed walls and roofs of ruined buildings, covered in moss, vines, and dirt. This was the former village of Kaleze, and the rest had rotted while the trees that grew in the forest had overtaken the village's buildings and broken them apart. The laughing of girls could be heard, eerily rebounding against the trunks of the trees, and it would seem as if a million unseen eyes were watching Ki'ira. The bushes rustled and the treetops shook as if something really fast was darting among them. One thing would be apparent then: Ki'ira was not alone.

Quest Note for rivaan

@rivaan

You heard right, you're about to meet the Daughters of Vinsha again! They're also going to give you a hella hard time.

Luther

The mercenary jolted to consciousness, and he immediately laid eyes upon the historian. "Is everything fine, old man?! What the bloody hell happened?!" the mercenary shouted in a panic. He shook his head and took a look around him to jog his memory and get a grip of his surroundings.

Then he saw Luther, standing above him, and the mercenary, whose name was Grant, gawked for a few moments before he crawled away and clutched his hands tight on his sword. Grant jumped to his feet and held out his weapon defensively. "Who the hell is this?" he asked the historian. "Did he hurt you?"

Quest Note for Torack

@Torack



Well, the merc is awake! Do you:
A. hit him with a frying pan,
B. ask him how his mother is doing,
C. give him a big kiss, or
D. kick him really hard in the shin and scream "Thief!"?

Markiel

An old man with a long, white beard exited from a large wooden structure which faced the main road and stood on the opposite side of the obelisk, and he stepped onto a platform which was higher than the rest of the town square, such that all the villagers could see him upon it. Two soldiers from the local militia, a smaller arm of Ansus' military, flanked the old man on either side as he stepped closer to the front of the platform and stopped, hunched over his cane. He announced for all to hear, "Markiel Harrir! The Arbiter of Alnox, Guardian of Nature! I, Chief Agreth, have been expecting your return."

Chief Agreth pointed to a relief near the top of the obelisk, the art of which depicted Nature's Crusade and the establishment of the Wilds. "It has been nearly fifty thousand years since you have walked this earth. The Wilds have since become a new province of the United Federation of Ansus. Welcome, the Old God's Chosen, to the Province of Alnoxia." The soldiers who carried spears then banged the ends of them on the ground, and the crowd, the militia, and Chief Agreth kneeled before Markiel in respect. When they rose to their feet, Agreth spoke again. "Markiel, I can answer your questions in the Great Hall behind me if you so choose."

Quest Note for jasonwolf

@jasonwolf

Alright, there you go! Go hang out with that old man!

Rthyin

As the chaos erupted in the arena, the Sisters ran onto the arena to meet Celeanda at its center. There Celeanda and the Sisters convened, and she, their leader, spoke first. "The Elder Dragon is come."

The other Sisters nodded in acknowledgement. They wore similar outfits to Celeanda's, but theirs were much simpler to show their status in the Sisterhood of the Elder Dragon. Thesaria, the next highest in command, stepped forward and said, "Then it is in order that we dedicate ourselves to her preservation."

"Aye," the Sisters replied in chorus.

Celeanda said, "Then it is in order that we prove ourselves to her fellowship."

"Aye."

Thesaria and Celeanda joined hands, and the Sisters followed suit as they formed a circle in the center of the arena. They awaited Rthyin's landing in their presence, and they readied themselves for further instruction.

Quest Note for RisenDead

@RisenDead

Get your minions, here! Get your fresh, tasty minions, here!

Volkimir

A cold, wicked, blood-curdling scream cut the dead air. Feet pounded in the snow, and they darted behind objects as the sources of both that scream and several subsequent groans and screams approached Volkimir. The scent of decaying and rotten flesh filled Volkimir's nose, an unpleasant and unwelcome scent that portended sinister work. An emaciated, gray body jumped at Volkimir from behind a pile of rocks, and it grabbed at him with ugly, deformed hands. Soon there were more, and they charged at the vampire with haste and hunger. They looked more like skeletons than they did like living creatures, the flesh on their bodies decomposed, foul, and barely hanging. They tugged at the vampire's body and mashed their teeth as they attacked with the intent of eating Volkimir.

Quest Note for Volkimir

@Dead Cruiser

En garde, fuckboy.

Zhan

Quest Note for Charzy

@Charzy

Go forth, and find yourself a village! It could be in the fashion of a newer, modern province like Cynderia, the land from which Altim hails and contains the Ivory Towers of the archaeologist's interest where Dormeria and Altim's histories are kept. It could be somewhere in Alnoxia, the land of Markiel and what is formerly the Wilds. Really, I would just see what land isn't already claimed and work with it.

Teenage Wasteland

Abel laughed, and he trailed barely behind Drake as they walked to the shop. "I know. We have to keep going. Personally, I wasn't very attached to the way things were, either. I just try to salvage the good things that I can. And even then, I just want to feel close to someone again." That was only as close as Abel ever got to talking about depression. He was numb, hollow, and without purpose.

The blond put his hands back into his pockets as he and Drake stepped into the pawn shop. "Yeah." He accidentally stepped on the back of one of Drake's shoes. "Sorry." Abel went quiet after that, and he waited for something new to come up, to distract him from his thoughts.

Starless - Unique Fantasy RP

@Corvidae: Do you think you could give me more specific dates on Crow's birth and death? I know she's real young, but when did she specifically live?

Starless - Unique Fantasy RP

For the next 7 who are waiting, I'll post your responses when I get home.

Starless - Unique Fantasy RP

Altim

"Well then, young one," the Priest retorted snarkily. "You will have to journey to the Heartlands. They don't keep Altim's Violin here anymore. Not since the Fire went cold."

He stared this imposter down, assuming his claims of being Altim to be an alcohol fuelled vie for recognition and fame. He raised his walking cane and poked Altim a few times, before forcing himself to his feet. The ravages of time had not been kind to the priest, and even standing was a struggle nowadays.

"It is kept in the Bastion of Light. If you want to try your luck with the God Guard Legion then you are more than welcome to tell them your story. Maybe they will buy it. But you aren't Altim. Altim is long dead," the Priest asserted. "If Faerthus is gone, then Altim would be too. So take your stories to some other old fool, and convince them of it, you heretic!" he shouted.

The Priest turned his back in such a rude fashion that he almost felt bad for doing it. Almost.

Balor

The tremors in the earth beneath them startled the people, and after the initial shock had passed, the villagers abandoned their tasks and rushed for the hills and the forests further inland for safety. The people took to the canopy and clung tight to the branches of the trees, and there they waited, watched. Things were still for a while. Then the earth shakes again, but this time, the villagers look to the mountains. Time had long erased the carnage that had occurred where the villagers then stood. They lived on a gravesite, and yet they knew nothing of the sort. But something stirred in the shadows, and its presence felt old and looming.

Balor's shouts echoed through the woods, and his demonic tongue pierced the ears of the villagers who heard. They cowered though they had not seen the source, and truth be told, they did not want or need to know of the source. Such an ominous and clearly malevolent sound belonged to a force to be reckoned with, and the villagers had no will to fight so strong an evil presence. Women held their children's mouths shut, and men held their tongues. The people quelled their fears and quieted their screams. As the unwelcome presence drew near, the people watched intently for him from the higher branches.

Quest Note for Guilty Spark

@Guilty Spark

Hello! As always, you can do what you want with these people. Name them, kill them, talk to them. You've got liberties here. The main idea here is that you have options. Act however you think Balor would in this situation. The villagers themselves are hiding in the treetops, looking down on Balor. He might be able to glimpse one of them or hear someone's breathing. Other than that, they are completely hidden from obvious view.

Caecilia

"You? Caecilia?" the woman tensed her brow in disbelief. She exchanged looks with the other dancers before she turned her head to face Caecilia again. "You cannot be Caecilia. She died so long ago."

One of the other women stepped forward and charged, "We have forgiven your trespass upon this sacred ground, but this claim you make is simply heresy if there is no truth to it. Explain yourself, else you are criminal and shall be banished from these grounds." The women created a circle around Caecilia and drew their blades from their hips. The dancers bore menacing and wary countenances, and their daggers pointed directly at Caecilia. Their forms were tense but practiced, and their piercing gazes dug into Caecilia's skin. One small move could be fatal.

Quest Note for FantasyChic

@FantasyChic

I think that you know well enough what you should do here. ;) The Order of Caecilia will not back down until she does something to prove herself or submits. Naturally, what happens after that is up to you, within reason.

Daen

Wind and snow blew harshly across the frozen sea-turned-tundra. What unprecedented force set those seas to freeze was a strong one, and Daen was lucky enough to ride a horse outfitted with the proper horseshoes. Nothing - no land, no life - could be gleaned through the whiteout, and Daen and his equine vehicle simply rode blind onward. That is, until the horse stopped in its tracks and refused to continue further. Although it appeared nothing was in its way, eventually some gray silhouette, lone against the horizon, came closer into view. Its blurry form became more definite, and soon enough could Daen identify a man. A muffled shout reverberated across the cold expanse. As the man repeated his shouts, they became clearer and clearer to the ear.

"Hey!"

"Hey!"

"Sir, excuse me, sir!"

"Could you spare a ride atop your steed?"

Quest Note for Dextkiller

@Dextkiller

Here's your ride, sir! This is your chance at the big leagues! You can mug this guy, take his wallet, beat him senseless, steal his credit card.

Oh wait. My bad. That's from my weekly planner. The deal here is that this guy is trying to make his way back to land. A bunch of thugs left him out on the ice, and that's just not nice. Not nice on the ice at all. Your move, friend.

Dormeria

Atroa averted his eyes from Dormeria's with a sense of awe and fear. Not that Dormeria was a truly evil thing, but that with a destructive weapon like Ukenagasu, one could do some very dangerous, very grim work. This was the original wielder of such a destructive weapon, and he could not bear to show Dormeria anything more than full submission. Death herself reviled that dreaded staff, that much Atroa could garner about the eldritch tool, but the Grand Exemplar was not aware of the toll which the staff took on Dormeria's life to do its job.

"Praises!" Atroa could not mistake her. With Ukenagasu in hand and already a semblance of power exhibited, Dormeria's identity was hard to deny. The question lingered in his mind, though. Dormeria had lived 48,000 years ago. How and why did she return? "But pray tell, my dread lady, wherefore have you returned?"

Quest Note for Tuujaimaa

@Tuujaimaa

O, Wicked Witch of the West, somebody ought to crush you with a house and take your ruby slippers. Or is Dormeria better suited as the Grinch? Ideally, your goal will be to take back the Ivory Towers from an underground crime syndicate I like to call "the Vigil."

Side note: Atroa is using "dread lady" here in the Shakespearean sense.

Eamon

As the greener lands came closer in Eamon's view, the skies seemed to grow grayer and grayer. Eamon's first spell began to fizzle, and its light shifted directions rapidly. One moment, the light pointed somewhere in the southwest, but then it immediately turned northward. It changed and changed, and it showed no signs of stopping until it suddenly exploded in a flash of white light. At that moment, the rain fell from the sky onto Eamon and washed over the land, the sound of thunder rumbling across the rolling hills, plains, and meadows of Ansus' northern side. A wonderful feat of nature, however, is easily spoiled. Deeper in the forest, a loud, mortifying shriek echoes against the boughs and the brush and the wilds.

Quest Note for LancerOfBlue

@LancerOfBlue

Eamon has two options: go into the woods or take a different path. Depends on where he's headed though.

Jacaerys

Quest Note for DeltaV

@DeltaV

I left yours open-ended since you still need to respond to that old man. And once that's done, you can start your trek to whichever location you want to seek out, and I'll guide you there (or be a hindrance). ;)

Teenage Wasteland

@Otaku95

"Any time." Abel replied, giving Drake half a smile. He stared at the ground, the dirt squished underneath his shoes, and ran a hand through his well-kempt, dark blond hair unsurely. "Well... yeah..."

Abel looked dismally at the dim, blue-gray sky, and his eyes begged it for answers as if it could tell him all he needed to know. "Everything went to hell, three years ago. Since then, nothin's ever been quite the same. Violence shouldn't be the answer, and yet here we all are. No government. No law. No enforcement. Just a bunch o' kids. If we had a government, we could order society. If we had a law, we could discourage crime. If we had enforcement, we could guarantee the other two," Abel rambled. Truth be told, without any central authority and only chaos between several struggling groups, things could only get worse. They needed something to bring unity and law to the land if they were ever to escape the cesspool.

"Those Scorps are dangerous. They were rich and powerful before everything went bad, but we're not big enough to take them alone yet." He shrugged and let out a deep sigh, and he looked around himself and spotted other members of the group, still hanging outside. "Let's go inside." Abel put an arm around his friend. "Is there anything I can do for you? To make you feel better or help you with any business?"