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🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

Prima Rave

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Location: Shadowell Manor: Lunar Ballroom.
Skills: Wisdom
Hit Points: 6
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There was a lot of weird stuff going on, and this surely wasn't her forte. She looked at Moss and at Penance and back at Moss. He was hoping nothing exciting happens." Well... too late for that hope, I think." Rave said with a slight concern in her voice as she noted what her unexpected companions were saying." Excitement happened the moment we arrived... I feel sorry for that poor woman." She mumbled, recalling the scene of a chair skyrocketing and then a falling body. She closhed her eyes and gulped at hte memory." I just hope no one else dies, but it seems like people are itching to get into danger here... I still cannot understand why they were trying to stab each other back then and now this gunshot." She added.

She was just about to respond to Penance's and Moss's statements when the Lord of the Manor arrived. He wasn't a happy person right now by the looks of it and she hoped they wouldn't be the stress relief. Then her started speaking. Rave sat the big fella arriving too just after the Lord. At first she was nodding silently as she made notes of what the Lord said and then she froze as the words sank in. 'Wait, what?' Her mind was shocked at the revelation that they were stuck here now. What the hell was going on here?

"Ehhh... hmmm?" Her mind blanked for a little there as she was trying to think up a reason why a Bridge would be blown so they cannot leave. Or rather even where the blown bridge would be or rather was there even such a bridge? Racking her head hard, she it suddenly came to her as she took on a rather surprised expression. There was that stone bridge in the forest. It looked old so it did catch her attention for a few moments back then. Was that what the Lord was referring to?

She turned to the Lord and after a quick bow she started speaking." Please excuse my interruption, Lord Bardolf, but even if the weather holds better tomorrow, are there any estimations on how long would such a repair take?" She asked.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Amelia Payne

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Location:Camp Mexico Beach: Quarantine (W: Former Sauna Room -> Conference Room)
Skills: N/A

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Alright there were many things Amelia had experienced since the nightmare of a life started, but this was second time her anger spiked at a person like this in years. If it wasn't for the fact they were unarmed and the man hadn't actually proven to have intentions to harm them, she might have been at his throat already. Still the huminilation she felt and the way he acted made her anger rise at a near vertical scale. She bit down on her lip and her fists clentched so hard that the her nails dug into her skin so hard it was painful. She was quiet though, she held her tongue because of Riley. Truth was even Riley's attempt to reassure her and calm her down were barely working.

When they were finally told to leave, she followed, keeping her head down in humiliation and anger. She wanted to punch him so bad, but held it in. She hadn't lost her mind quiet yet, she was just paranoid and distrusting. Anyways, happy that hateful man was finally out of her sight, she took a deep breath and cursed nine generations of his in her mind. If people could hear her thoughts, there would be phrases like: Hopes it withers, never get it up, lose his teeth and a whole slew of other wonderous things that are better left unspoken.

Finally they were at the Conference room and frankly with the first thing being a guy telling the now shaved head women look hot, Amelia's shoulders trembled. She took it as a clear sign of humiliation and as the Goat fellow making fun of them. She bit onto her lip again and this time her nails dug into her hands strong enough to scratch the skin, but not draw blood... yet. She didn't look at the person who spoke those words, in fact she looked at no one present. She couldn't bring herself to raise her head up, looking like this. Silently she just followed Riley with trembling shoulders." Thank you..." Were the only words she spoke and those were to the Hank guy who let them pick food first. She didn't look up though, just quietly went to pick up a plate and put some food on it. Barely any actually. She had lost all appetite right now between the stress, the anger and change they were going with at this new place. After that she went to find an empty seat somewhere as out of the way as possible. People were talking and having fun, she just couldn't. She wished that she could just dig a hole and bury herself there, so she cannot see anyone and no one can see her.

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

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Constantin Kolev

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Location: Port Annan(Docks)
Skills: Tretiy Glaz(passive), Fal'shbort(passive)

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Having invited Ludwig to join him on the horse, Constantin was in no rush to get moving since well either the German had to join him or he had to find a horse of his own. There was no way the Firewalker was leaving their guide behind, even though Vlad was already seemingly hurrying to get going the distance in the direction indicated by the cookie fellow. Constantin just gave a slight sigh as Vlad suddenly started rambling about food. Well considering the experience just before getting on them bloody boats, Constantin didn't quite feel like eating any random thing. No fishies and chips for him... What he wanted was a nice salad with tomatoes and cucumbers and cheese and maybe a boiled egg. It would do well with also having a Mesenitza like his mother made them, a nice bulgarian piece of pastry. Along with some meat... and a cup of wine. Also salt... no proper meal was had without salt dammit.

"Da, da, Great Bazhooli, vill tell ya if ve spot the food." He agreed albeit reluctantly. Might as well keep the Bazhooli fed and happy so he could be effective. Grumpy and hungry Bazhooli was not a Bazhooli proper."I vill have to advice to not take fishies... no way to assure quality..." He added. It was true!

Anyways, Constantin slowly turned the horse in the proper direction too, waiting for the German to join him. Still seeing the boss doing some last checks, Constantin decided he might as well do the same. That said he wasn't really bringing much with him, so his check up was a lot faster in general as it boiled down to seeing if he had his weapons on himself more or less. Though he did gave a look in his horse's bag to confirm other misc stuff was there.

🦄 Deeper Than The Sands - Merged With T.S.

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Priscilla Harker

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Location: Second Deck(Hallway) -> Second Deck(Dining)
Skills: N/A

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Meeting up Haakon was great and all, but a certain hunger was overpowering her senses right now. She frowned and looked at her coincidental companion." Well, I'm heading ahead and will reserve you a seat, meet up with me there!" She stated and started walking in inxredible pace towards the Dining area of the ship. She in post haste located an empty table and sat down and kept the seat next to her reserved for Haakon if he decides to show up.

With that she ordered her humble breakfast now that her stomach felt better somewhat. She didn't order alcoholic drinks though. Alcohol first thing in the morning was bad, instead she took a simple glass of water to go with the meal. Then she devoured said meal with immense abhorence as if she had a blood vendetta against it. It was rather tasty, she noted and ate the last few bites, finally relaxing back in the chair, patting her stomach." That was good, could have done with some fruits, but this does nicely too." She smiled to herself.

"What should I do today...?" She mused to herself, pulling her notebook to write her plans for the day. First on the list was ship exploration. Second was lazying at noon in the shade, had yet to decide the third.

Warcraft: War of the Ancients [Recruiting]

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World Narrative

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Gronar, Location: Suramar(Plaza).- When the female nightelf heard Gronar's words, her face assumed an extremely sad expression. It was a mixture of disappointment and anger as she closed her eyes for a moment and shook her head." I'm sorry, Gronar. I tried asking Lord Ravencrest myself and even pleaded to the head priestess of Elune... Lord Ravencrest had decided on your execution." She said, her voice was clearly showing her anger at the decision." The Head priestess said she cannot do anything either now that the decision is taken..." She added, but frankly she suspected the older night elf woman might not have been interested in the orc's wellbeing, planning to leave natural order do it's thing instead.

Still after saying that, she threw a look at the guards nearby. They had wandered far enough from the cage that they can speak without trouble, mostly out of respect to her. Her new companion also did something to the surroundings, but that wasn't easy to sense to anyone even her." Gronar since I couldn't get Lord Ravencrest to show mercy, I decided to have my other friend meet you. Gronar this is Malfurion. Malfurion, this is Gronar." She introduced the two of them.

"Nice to meet you, Gronar." The male elf greeted him and he was both curios and friendly. Didn't seem to show the arrogance most other night elves the orcs around here had. Even his near identical twin with the golden eyes had it, only the priestess and Malfurion didn't seem to as far as the orc had seen for now.

"Gronar, my friend heard your tale from me. He was very curios and said you should meet his Shan'do, his teacher. He will help you escape." Tyrande explained to the orc, as she kneeled by his cage, followed by the male night elf. He wore really simple clothing, unlike his other brethren around here. Even the guards were more fancily dressed.

"That's right, but not right away... I cannot have them suspect Tyrande in helping with this." Malfurion explained to the orc." I will return to free you later tonight... towards dawn. For now though can you explain to me, what exactly you felt when you get here through whatever it was that took you?"

(Alright, Gronar here will be able to explain along these lines: A mistake in the world. Somethign that shouldn't be. It twists time and space. It devours past, present and future and also spewes it out randomly. You can make it as orcish as you wish in the description.)

Draven, Location: Mountain(???).- Draven's conciousness would slowly return to him as his body felt like it was ran over by horses. He was laying on a really rocky surface and it was night as the only light he had was the moonlight. The weather was rather warm though, even for a mountain. There weren't any animals making noise around him and the whole location was rather serene. His summon wasn't present around right now, but he did feel there was somethign weird going on. His magic energy felt bustling and almost unstable right now.

At a look around, he would be able to spot that he was really high in the mountains... at cliffs that were almost too steep for him to get down. He would have to begin searching for a way down probably, but also at the same time, it was night. Was it safe to scale down mountains in the dark?( He will easily be able to locate a few nice overhangs where he can make a shelter if he chooses, or he can try to explore, where he will find a really nice nearly staircase like rock formations at one side of the cliffs. Still dangerous to walk at night though.)

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Heda Runeclaw

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Location: Ancient Forest(???) - Cenarius Glade

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Heda was really at the verge of panicking inside. A flood of memories flooded her mind as she recalled the lessons she had as a child. History of this time period were a lil bit hazed for some reason, but she couldn't get out of her head that the sundering will be really soon. There were no visible signs that the demons were here either. Thus while Fabios was busy explaining things to Cenarius, Heda was trying to figure out what to do now. Dealing with time was messy... only the bronze dragons knew how to do it safely as far as she was aware... Maybe they should try to contact the dragons first.

"Well basically the gist of it." She suddenly confirmed the paladin's words." His kind is a sub-type of mine, thus the size difference normally." She added with a smile. This much should be fine." As of how we arrived here, it's a long story." She said with a frown and started to explain." Where we live, at our lands there was a terrible magical anomaly. We were drawn to it to investigate and it swallowed us, sending us in your domain." Well she explained all of the story of the anomaly too in addition to that, but made sure to not indicate time travel in any way.

"This is... concerning..." Cenarius replied, his voice still mighty." A magical anomaly like that might be tied to the well... and it's been rather turbolent for a while now. The aristocrats are probably planning something dangerous." The words of the guardian of the forests, struck Heda hard. The Lord of the Forests suddenly turned away." Before we talk more, I meed to confirm a few things. Please be my guests for the moment, but don't cross the flowers." He smiled and Heda made sure to place a hand on the paladin's shoulder as the demigod vanished.

When there wasn't a presence around anymore she took a deep breath and spoke in human language." We are very screwed!" She said to him." If I'm getting this right we are pre-sundering! And if the well is turbolent, then it might mean the first war is about to begin really soon!" She told him with great concern in her voice." We might be anywhere from a day to a few months from the time the Legion is summoned to this world." She told him." The Well of Eternity... so this is why my runic tattooes feel like on fire."

"What do we do? If we get involved we might alter the future!" She asked of her paladin companion, it was as much as his decision as hers." We might need to seek the Bronze Dragons... they deal in the flow of time. Maybe they can return us... or help us avoid altering the timeline?"

🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

Prima Rave

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Location: Shadowell Manor: Lunar Ballroom.
Skills: N/a
Hit Points: 6
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Rave stared at the darkness for a while more. There was just something primal inside that kept her both fascinated with it and scared. It was probably the natural fear of the unknown that might be lurking just outside her perception. She sighed and reached into her coat pocket and petting the ferret she had in it. It was a big pocket. She felt the little guy and her heart calmed somewhat, she was not alone, after all. Her ferret buddy had her back as it showed it's head out of her pocket to look about.

Suddenly she heard Moss's question and she frowned. After a moment she shook her head and turned her back to the darkness outside." Nothing... it's too dark outside to spot anything." Rave replied and looked at the man. Now in the Ballroom there were more people. The Penance woman had joined them also. She wasn't quite willing to trust that woman. Then again could she really trust anyone in this crazy Manor? Every last one of them could be a danger as they had already proven. Two had tried yo stab each other, now there was a scream and a gunshot earlier. Who knew what else might happen within these walls.

She close her eyes for a moment to steel herself and remind that she had a reason to be here and couldn't quite leave anytime soon anyway, so might as well try to do what she came for. Then she turned her attention back to moss." When do you think this will start? We've been in the manor for a while now." She asked, throwing looks at Creme and the others by the piano, wondering what they were talking about too. So far this seemed like the safest place, mostly cause you could see anything cause of the room's size and openness. Then again if this place was packed with people?

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Amelia Payne

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Location:Camp Mexico Beach: Quarantine (W: Former Sauna Room)
Skills: N/A

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Amelia kept her face hidden as she curled up on the chair. Her hands and legs serving as her little barrier from everything around. She really hated this all. She no longer felt herself anymore... She hated not having hair, in fact she hated her looks right now the most. Why did they even arrive here for? The safety? Well great safety the only things happening so far were absolutely humiliating. She heard the weirder of the old guys arrive and just snuck a glance at him as he spoke. The corners of her eyes were wet as she was struggling to keep her tears. He was bald now too... He was trying to assumingly cheer her up, but it wasn't helping." Tinkerbell cuts... months." She just hid her face again, didn't even want to imagine it. She still knew she would have to live with this humiliation for months on end before there was any improvement. She just groaned and shook her head." Not that hungry..." Her appetite had dried up already. Not that she wasn't going to eat anything, just not much.

Soon enough another voice chimmed in, it was the other older looking guy. She wasn't sure how old he was, but he seemed the serious stern type. She just glanced at him too, noting he was shaved too." Not like it's a real choice... only a fool would go for the other." She growled a reply, her eyes filled with her negative emotions that were mixing up right now, between the anger and the humiliation. If it wasn't for the supposed safety of Riley here and her trust in Ash, she might have never agreed to any of this. Besides the solitary confinement they gave as 'alternative', was too suspicious. Anyways she just hid her face away, wiping the tears.

When the man began shaving Riley, Amelia looked up again and her expression was especially bad. If looks could cause damage, she might have clawed those eyes out already. So focused was her ire that she skipped the Doc's reaction. She stopped her glare only when Riley returned and held her close. She closed her eyes again and just leaned on her lover." Don't like him..." She mumbled, not specifying, but she clearly meant Shears.

🦄 Deeper Than The Sands - Merged With T.S.

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Priscilla Harker

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Location: Second Deck(Mosi's Room)-> Second Deck(Hallway)
Skills: N/A

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There was a really peaceful like atmosphere as Mosi was sleeping in her room. She had hugged her blanket and turned to the right with a really huge grin on her face. All that was missing was for her to have someone to hug instead of the blanket, but ehh she could make do and her dreams were of a greater importance to her mind at present. She had sweet dreams of a nice beach and of people walking around in togas and she herself sunbathing, enjoying a really cold beer. There was also a shark in the water, but for whatever reason it got fished out and then BBQed, filling the air with nice smell.

It was around this time as the sun started showing up and the beam of light crept towards her face in bloody force. Then suddenly in her dream it was as if the sun exploded as the light hit her in the face and she subconsciously rolled over to escape it. Rolled over all the way over the edge of the bed." Flare.. Umph!" She made a paintful sound as she hit the floor, still wrapped in her blanket." Ouch..." She groaned, waking up properly as the haze around her mind cleared and she spotted the light where her head used to be." Damn... so this is an egyptian morning... Note to self block light tomorrow." She groaned and stood up, moving over to her clothing and dressing up. What time was it? She wasn't sure, but didn't feel like too long of a sleep. Whatever, she was going to grab some grub and start exploring the ship afterwards. There was bound to be something interresting.

With a yawn, she walked out her room, locking it behind herself and turning around she soon spotted Mahendra." Hey, Mahendra, how are ya feeling today?" She asked him with the usual cheeriness she had and walked to him, patting him on the shoulder." Up for breakfast? Come, let's go!"

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

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Constantin Kolev

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Location: Port Annan(Docks)
Skills: Tretiy Glaz(passive), Fal'shbort(passive)

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Constantin patiently waited for the unstable German fellow to get ready and point the direction. In the meantime had had started moving his horse to the closest proper road on he docks, after following Vlad's example. It was the best course of action as he bloody well didn't want to stay near the water anymore. He had some really strong words to say to the water if a situation called for him to get near it again. he noted the noise from the ship. Wondered what was being spoken there.

Anyways Ludwig pointed out the way... twice cause the first one needed some adjustments apparently due terrain requirements, the man was like a crazy compass, always pointing out at different directions. So far he was the crazy magical compass that pointed out what they needed though. Constantin stroke his beard for a moment before looking at Ludwig and Dieter.

"If you vant, you can ride vith me." He stated, realizing the fact that earlier Ludwig was tiny and carried by their horses as well. Also allowing for the German fellow to ride with him was about the biggest current sign of acknowledgement he was ready to give to anyone outside of the circus. He didn't like sharing a horse withanyone except family." Though vould be best if you pull a shrinking trick again as to not strain the horses. Ve've got a lot to travel." He added.

Stargate: The Living Gods

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Flynn Jenkins

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Location: Hyperspace

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The whole ship was now mostly quiet. The journey would be taking about 2 hours so there wasn't much to be done in the meantime. Flynn was still taking his nap while the Tok'Ra was moving about the ship seemingly doing some maintenance cause she was opening panels and fiddling with the crystals and the ship seemingly was behaving better.

Cassandra's study on the ship was being rather fruitful. She was getting a good hang of the control systems and with a few pointers from Kahlan, Cass was now pretty sure she could perform basic control functions.(You can Add Goa'uld craft basics under her Specialty skills) Flying was almost beyond her, but in a pinch she might be able to pull it off.

Crystal on the other hand didn't have a defined goal as she spend dthe two hours. Since that was the case, she gain most benefits with a few smaller chats with Kahlan. She gained a better understanding of the differences between ancient Egyptian and Goa'uld.( Add Moddern Goa'uld Language(Basics) to her specialty skills)

Overall the two hour trip was pretty fruitful as they finally exited hyperspace." Innitiating the Scan. You might want to wake that leader of yours." The Tok'Ra stated as she resumed piloting the ship manually, locating the gate and heading in that direction." So far so good, no Goa'uld are detected in the system."