Strange Rodent

☀ THE DEVOURER CYCLE — Act I ☀

Just updated Aedthel as per Pug's instructions. The rest of you should get onto this, it's been a while.

☀ THE DEVOURER CYCLE — Act I ☀

And here is what I'm submitting for the final sheet. Also bump.

If you're thinking about joining this, bloody well do it.

Aedthel the Blessed

_{Finding images that fit both the theme of this rp and the character is exceedingly difficult, and some concessions have been made. Just... pretend the eyes are normal eyes, not those black and gold things.}

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A grand priest who dared to approach the older gods on a pilgrimage to the Ruins of the First Kingdom. For the gall, he was cursed. Though, what are curses but blessings in disguise?

The gods saw fit to plant a seed in his mind, a seething, writhing, growing thing. This caused his holy knowledge to grow, but at the cost of his physical strength - and, later, voice. Currently, at age 26 he is so weak that he is effectively paralyzed from the waist down.

When the fruits of this god's touch came to bear, he and the expedition returned to their tribe among the Angaturiz. Upon arrival, it was the will of the gods that all who laid eyes on him and held faith would know the truth of what had happened. He was deemed most holy, and appointed as the ruler of both religion and state, forming a theocracy. His first act was to proclaim the Old Gods found in the First Kingdom as the true forms of those they already worshipped.

Those who do not hold the gods in their hearts can be quick to judge him, and these people spread lies about what he does behind closed doors. Of course, these rumors are baseless, and the longevity of the ones who spread these lies testify to that. Consider the effect of a little suspicion on one’s perception of another.

Being a priest, he is literate, a rare talent to boast of. He also is well studied, most proudly in Theology and Philosophy. Were he able to talk, he would be a prominent debater. Though mute, he has found a way to communicate via other means, and this can be considered a talent in and of itself. This works most effectively with (Fenway), due to their close bond.

Would you ask those close to Aedthel what he was like, they would cast two separate shadows. Before the pilgrimage, he was lively, full of joy, energy, and faith. He would talk for hours about his studies, were you to let him. After the pilgrimage, he took the atrophy and silence hard. While he did not lose his passion for study, he was not able to speak of it or show others his learnings. No longer able to express the excitement he held, it faded.

Due to the presence on the inside, the mantle of lord interests him little, so a good deal of his political power is wielded and defended by (Fenway) the Handmaiden. Though the name sounds innocent, his ruthlessness is well known.

As a man of faith, Aedthel owes his loyalty to the older gods who so marked him. As a learned man, he owes Piety to As a leader, he owes loyalty to those who look up to him. As a dear friend, he owes loyalty to (Fenway), and as an acquaintance, he owes loyalty to many more.

☀ THE DEVOURER CYCLE — Act I ☀

Character Teaser. Expect far more in a similar style.

Aedthel the Blessed

_{Finding images that fit both the theme of this rp and the character is exceedingly difficult, and some concessions have been made. Just... pretend the eyes are normal eyes, not those black and gold things.}

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A grand priest who dared to approach the older gods on a pilgrimage to the Ruins of the First Kingdom. For the gall, he was cursed. Though, what are curses but blessings in disguise?

The gods saw fit to plant a seed in his mind, a seething, writhing, growing thing. This caused his holy knowledge to grow, but at the cost of his physical strength - and, later, voice. Currently, at age 26 he is so weak that he is effectively paralyzed from the waist down.

When the fruits of this god's touch came to bear, he and the expedition returned to their tribe among the Angaturiz. Upon arrival, all who laid eyes on him and held the gods in their hearts felt the truth of what had happened. He was deemed most holy, and appointed as the ruler of both religion and state, forming a theocracy. Though, the mantle of lord is merely idle thought fodder to him, considering the presence on the inside.

☀ THE DEVOURER CYCLE — Act I ☀

Aedthel the Blessed

_{Finding images that fit both the theme of this rp and the character is exceedingly difficult, and some concessions have been made. Just... pretend the eyes are normal eyes, not those black and gold things.}

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A grand priest who dared to approach the older gods on a pilgrimage to the Ruins of the First Kingdom. For the gall, he was cursed. Though, what are curses but blessings in disguise?

The gods saw fit to plant a seed in his mind, a seething, writhing, growing thing. This caused his holy knowledge to grow, but at the cost of his physical strength - and, later, voice. Currently, at age 26 he is so weak that he is effectively paralyzed from the waist down.

When the fruits of this god's touch came to bear, he and the expedition returned to their tribe among the Angaturiz. Upon arrival, it was the will of the gods that all who laid eyes on him and held faith would know the truth of what had happened. He was deemed most holy, and appointed as the ruler of both religion and tribe, forming a theocracy. His first act was to proclaim the Old Gods found in the First Kingdom as the true forms of those they already worshiped.

On the topic of this tribe he returned to. They're Frineveri in nationality, situated in the northeast, with their capital on the fork of the river they call "Uodel" and a few outlying settlements. They call themselves the Angauodethel. They pride themselves on piety, determination, and adaptability. They believe that nothing can be done that can't be worked around or gained from. This suits their size just fine, as they're not remarkably large and their adaptability keeps them afloat even while they have large expeditions sent away.

Those who do not hold the gods in their hearts can be quick to judge him, and these people spread lies about what he does behind closed doors. Of course, these rumors are baseless, and the longevity of the ones who spread these lies testify to that. Consider the effect of a little suspicion on one’s perception of another.

Being a priest, he is literate, a rare talent to boast of. He also is well studied, most proudly in Theology and Philosophy. Were he able to talk, he would be a prominent debater. Though mute, he has found a way to communicate via other means, and this can be considered a talent in and of itself. This works most effectively with Kinn, due to their close bond.

Would you ask those close to Aedthel what he was like, they would cast two separate shadows. Before the pilgrimage, he was lively, full of joy, energy, and faith. He would talk for hours about his studies, were you to let him. After the pilgrimage, he took the atrophy and silence hard. While he did not lose his passion for study, he was not able to speak of it or show others his learnings. No longer able to express the excitement he held, it faded.

Due to the presence on the inside, the mantle of lord interests him little, so a good deal of his political power is wielded and defended by Kinn the Handmaiden. Though the name sounds innocent, his ruthlessness is well known.

As a man of faith, Aedthel owes his loyalty to the older gods who so marked him. As a learned man, he owes his knowledge to script. As a leader, he owes loyalty to those who look up to him. As a dear friend, he owes loyalty to Kinn, and as an acquaintance, he owes loyalty to many more.

Fantasy RP - For those that want to 'Jump - In '

Monika smiled at El and Annabeth in lieu of words. She couldn't think of anything to say in response to the elf's praise, so she just bowed in return. She closed her box with a soft kick and hoisted it onto her shoulder. She slowly leaves the house, softly saying "I should probably restock on ingredients if we're to set out," then, a little louder, "I'll see you all at the gate soon!"

She steps out the door, and into the salt and fish air of the docks. Not wanting to draw any attention to herself, she hurried toward the wall that led back to the city proper. She had her hand in a pouch by her side, resting on the glass vial that held her safety. Anybody offering a threat would find themselves regretting it rather soon.
Luckily, nothing happened and a short while of walking later, and she made it back to the lab that was once Geroges' and now hers. She quickly gathered all she might need: food, water, extra ingredients, and one or two books she was halfway through.

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She was the first back at the gate, so she took a seat on her box and pulled out a book, attempting to read over the sounds of the nearby rabble. In particular, a group of four men who were well armed and dangerous looking. They were clearly not impressed by the city. She briefly thought about asking them to quiet down, but thought the better of it. It was a public space after all, and there would always be more noise. Instead, she opted to tune them out and wait for her new companions.

The "Goings On" at Upper Lake Institute

Hey, Dutchess! Sorry to hear that, I hope it passes for ya
I wouldn't worry about minimal input, though

I was on the verge on just letting this die, but this has given me hope!

I'll move us on from this scene, I think. Or send out some PMs.

Can you guys let me know if you're still in, and whether you would like to move on or stay here for a bit?

"DEVOURER": Bronze, Blood, Betrayal

Bump of gathering people-ness

Give Me Your Favorite Lyric(s).

He's made of bones, he's made of blood
He's made of flesh, he's made of love
He's made of YOU, he's made of ME!
UNITY!

IDLES, Danny Nedelko

To that terrace over Rio
With a bougainvillea vines
Where the heat finally nailed me
So we stayed the extra night
And then the guard up in the watchtower
Charged with keeping out the fighting
Joked the difference between sexes
All boils down to their handwriting
And when we checked out the next morning
We were on a first name basis
But then he had the kind of features
Where you can’t recall his face
But it wouldn’t have been that much later he saw God’s
‘Cause he died staring up the nostrils
Of a UPP shotgun

Tropical Fuck Storm, Rubber Bullies

Fantasy RP - For those that want to 'Jump - In '

The Annabelle group is huge, Hark group is growing, and we haven't heard from the rest

Give Me Your Favorite Lyric(s).

Standing on the deck, I watch my shadow stretch
The sun pours my shadow upon the deck
The water's licking 'round my ankles now
There ain't no sunshine way, way down
I see the sharks are in the water like slicks of ink
Hell, there's one there bigger than a submarine
As he circles, I look in his eye
I see Jonah in his belly by the campfire light

The Drones, Sharkfin Blues