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Current Hey remember when this site didn't have 3 tabs in the IC threads? Crazy.
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4 yrs ago
I feel like Myriad Reality is somehow the secret glue holding this entire site together
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5 yrs ago
People like to nudge aside the fact that there's a level of commitment to hosting, and joining an RP. The majority of players don't have it in either case, regardless of how interesting an idea is.
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5 yrs ago
I've been gone so long that I forgot what the status bar was like. It's like coming back to an old apartment, except it's not an apartment anymore, it's just two walls and a lot of heroine addicts.
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6 yrs ago
The status bar serves one of three purposes. You can be pretentious, you can tell people about your personal problems, or you can be a smartass.
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Nihilist, but like, the cool type of nihilist, you know?

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@bloonewb Give it the old college try in the main thread. We've got a discord up and whatnot.
Vale smiled.

"A vampire? I would agree under the pretense that my lust for blood defined me wholly, what a paltry definition, I am so much more that that! I am but a humble man with humble wishes who's found himself parched on this humble coastline. Do allow me to introduce myself, I will not refrain from exercising the utmost formality despite your less-than-agreeable transgressions!" He took another step forward. "Damien Valefore, refer to me as Vale as not to dredge up an old man's wretched intent, leave him buried beneath a mountain of bones and blood, please to make your acquaintance!" He took another step, stopping just short of the barrier that the newcomer had place, still unawares to the wall in front of him.
Something that isn't a fucking sequel or a remake tbh.
Marilyn whipped the Venbu's reins and kicked Caravan Centaurus into full gear a few moments after she responded to Flin. Their speed steadily rose until they were darting down the trade route at a considerable speed, quickly enough that anything as small as Maw hounds wouldn't be able to pose a threat to them at all. That didn't stop them from trying, though.

A few thumps rattled the side of the cart's back end, followed by almost inaudible whining. Zay looked up from the table and frowned.

"Looks like those creatures are just as stubborn," He noted, tapping his hand on the table. As Daelin made his way into the common area, Zay stood up and headed outside. "I'm going to keep an eye out for a while. Noru, keep him stable. Py-" Zay stopped himself and forced a cough. "Pyugh.. Ilruvae, I'd advise you to get some rest. We'll be swapping watches at 8 PM. We should reach the Baeshri pass by then. If we're going to stay on schedule, there's no question that we'll be taking that route." Zay didn't wait very long for a response, immediately making his way towards the ladder outside of the common area. He nodded to Flin as he passed, and climbed up quickly to where Daelin had left Lyullia. He smiled at Lia and looked down at his watch.

2:10 PM. They were finally back on track to Marrenfall.

* * *

One Hour later, 3:10 PM.
Southern Trading Route - Near the edge of the Baeshri hills


Atop a series of boulders that marked the start of the Baeshri pass, several Myti rested peacefully, obscured by cloaks. The edge of the Baeshri forest seemed quiet. No Venbu stomped past them, no beasts were prowling about, and there were no Wrecked Caravans to speak for. Just the three boulders, and the three Myti on top of them, one of whom was fiddling with a Psy-stone impatiently.

"Mistress," a man's voice hissed through a psychic connection. Sasha's ears perked up, and she rose to her feet atop the center boulder. The two Myti at her side turned to glance at her as she listened carefully. "We've news on Caravan Centaurus."

"News?" Sasha thought through the stone, "What is it?"

"They're off course. There's been a shift in plans. Blake's Caravan has already taken care of Caravan Cancer, and the sisters to the east have stopped both Caravans Epsilon, and Pisces. Centaurus and the hunting squad in Baeshri forest will be too close together if you remain there. Shift to the north, and keep to the trees. Blake should be able to take care of the hunters in your stead, and will meet them on the southern route."

"We can take care of both, runt."

"Lady Nix's orders."

"Tell her that we can take care of both, runt."

"I'm sure you can deal with it, but the time frame is short. The margin for failure rises tremendously if you choose to ignore orders."

"Myaaah!" Sasha hissed, hopping down off the rock.

"Merely shift your ambush site up Baeshri pass. Intercept them and proceed as you usually would. Caravan Sigma will pass by the pass and intercept Blake's crew."

"...It will be done." Sasha cursed under her breath in her native tongue, and looked towards the forest's edge.

"One more thing," The man's voice returned to her, sending Sasha into a small crouch. "Paladins have been present on all the Caravans thus far. Our information was inaccurate. Several sisters have died, as a result. Blake has lost a man as well. Nix seems just as confused as we are." Sasha grit her teeth and glared at the forest, not responding to the message she'd received straight away. With one hand, she signaled into the forest with a quick flick of her middle and index fingers. Several sets of eyes peered from behind camouflage, and began to move up Baeshri pass.

"We'll discuss compensation for her ignorance afterwards."

* * *

6:25 PM
Eastern Trading Route - Nearing the edge of the Baeshri hills


Caravan Centaurus had not seen much in the ways of impediment to their progress for quite a while. Noru spent most of his time sitting by Neale, keeping a close eye on his vitals. Marilyn, of course, tended to the Venbu without faltering, only occasionally taking a hand off the reins to wipe her face clean of sweat, check her pockets to make sure nothing had fallen out of her coat, or check her watch for the time. The Reins seemed to hold just fine, even after their bumpy stop. Lyullia's patchwork looked adequate enough for the time being.

A sputtering noise erupted from the common area, followed by a shrill gasp. Neale Geroldus had awoken, swinging himself forwards without regard for his injuries, and slamming his head against the bunk above him. The shaken wood made a rather loud thonk as Neale hit it, sending him back into a laying position almost immediately. Noru rushed to his side and grabbed his head to steady him.

"Captain! He's awake!" Noru shouted. Zay took his eyes off the surrounding area and nodded to Lyullia.

"Keep an eye out for a moment, Lia," He asked, before moving towards the hatch that lead down to the Caravan's bow.
@Chao There is space, yes. It's easier to speak through the Discord chat, but I can answer your questions here, or through PMs. Either way is cool.
Without a word, the woman darted off, away from the girl that had saved her, and the creature who'd ripped her arm clean off.

"Thank you?" he hissed, "I was going to eat that, surely a bouquet of docile sweetness and innocence would mix will with her chosen spouse, what am I to do now? Oh but what? But what? A splendid evening of fine dining, ruined! Inconsequential voles to be viciously vindicated by a very voracious Vale. How come? How so? How would you? How could you?" The man babbled on and stepped forwards slowly. A sharp inhale followed his incoherent spiel, and his smiled widened.

"You smell simply magical."
The pale-faced murdered stood quietly in place, almost removed from reality itself by what had just occurred before him.

"...Eh?"

He tilted his head to one side, keeping his expression consistent, smile and all, as he looked down at the newcomer with a great deal of confusion and curiosity. His nose twitched slightly at her unfamiliar scent. It was like blood. That much wasn't surprising. All living things had blood, after all! But this was somehow different. An aroma that plucked anxiously at the roof of his mouth. Like a surprised snake, he whipped his head slightly to focus on the little girl before him.

The woman looked down at her arm, grown anew, with no words for her savior. The shock of what had just happened left her stunned, unable to speak, move, or react to the generosity she's just received.

"...Ehhh?"
About as Lighthearted as You Can Get, For A Vampire


Evening breezes gently battered against sands at the ocean's edge, whipping up dust and small shells that lined the water. The tide was coming in, barely leaving enough room to set up a cozy little getaway for anyone that minded a little water dampening their toes. There were still a few that found respite in the sunset's cooling aura, especially underneath the overlooking cliff the meant the sand's end. Unfortunately for the few that did, they fond themselves victim to the ignorance that leads to many cold deaths at the hand of this scenic venue's most frequent visitor.

"In and out with a bounty of stories to tell me, sitting here so delightfully satisfied by the final ticks that mark a dinner bell," a man's voice called out towards the empty sea, coarse like brittle ash, as if flames had seen to rob him of his speech. He sat in the encroaching waves with his legs half-sunken into the wet sand. Across from him, a man's body floated in the water with a stream of crimson following him out towards the sea. "The waves lap at my leftovers like eager little mice! Mice! For a creature so small and pitiful, ticklish more than anything what with their thrashing and lashing, I have no remorse in seeing their life splayed out across the sand! Look, lovely little lamb, look at it!" With one hand slowly creeping over his shoulder, he began to lean back into the sand and water, looking behind him towards a woman that crawled slowly in-land. She whimpered for help, pulling herself forward with only one arm. The other had been torn off, leaving a thick trail of blood behind as she stumbled through the sand. The insidious man frowned as he was ignored.

"You're not looking."

Like an inhuman acrobat, this creature, pale at the crescent moon, tore his feet from the wet sand and flipped himself upright. A blade sheathed carefully along his back shook and clanked until it was still. The woman didn't stop for a moment, not even when the man turned towards her with a coy little smile etched across his face. "There are nothing but trees, trees for miles that stretch and stretch into a cold oblivion, would you like to become food for a far less refined creature of the wilds? Nothing but trees ahead of you, my dear! Trees and bears. Would it not be preferable, a perfect end for any and all to see it, to turn towards your reckoning with a gleeful little smile? Rejoice! Rejoice now for my appetite leaves little to be desired! Look here!" The man stuck out his slightly elongated tongue past two sets of canines, and massaged its length with a light cackle. The woman continued forward. "The palette of a noble Connoisseur! I only partake in the finest, the highest quality, consider yourself flattered to be at my feet!"
We have opened up two slots for Caravan, and may have more opportunities in the future. Details are as follows:

1 - New players have the choice of injecting themselves into existing plot threads, or creating their own entirely. As such, you have the opportunity to create very defining and important characters, as long as you bounce your ideas off of me. It goes without saying, that you can have a significant impact on the world and its characters if you have enough control IC, but do not expect everything you plan to go smoothly! New players have the choice, after picking a plot thread, to be interacting with NPCS exclusively controlled by me (Akin to a 1x1) or joining with new players to form secondary groups apart from the main group in the world of Thoris.

2 - All players can have multiple characters. Not all characters have to be important, but they must be confirmed with me, and have a sheet accepted.

3 - Note that we progress fairly quickly. It's clarified in the rules exactly what this RP expects from new players.



Caravan, Final Resurrection


"...The blame for what has come to pass cannot be placed with a mindless creature of the wilds. All people must reap what they sow, if we as a whole are to make changes for the better. We cannot avoid the monsters hiding within our own flawed morals, we can only fight to the last and hope for a brighter tomorrow..."
~ His highness King Ralphus XII, 1238, 'Ralphus' official inauguration speech' ~



Thoris is a sprawling world of magnificence and wonder. It is absolutely brimming with life and magical energies that transcend mortal understanding, occasionally dipping into realms of divine power where gods watch over mortals with eager eyes. In these lands, the forces of nature once lived in tandem with one another. Locked in a tranquil cycle of life and death, the world's creatures took only what they needed to survive while birthing generation after generation of offspring. There was a sense of order buried within the chaotic struggle for survival that persisted day after day. But just as fate's cruel hands always predict, this balance would not stand in the wake of mortal desire.

Intelligence arose over time as the threat of evolution took hold of all that maintained balance in the world. Its grasp sought only to conquer and control everything from the trees to the sun's light. With the rise of more sentient races, the nature of magic began to evolve as well. It morphed to adapt to the life that took control, changing from an energy that maintained balance, into something more sinister which served only to tip and tussle nature to the whims of the selfish. It had begun then, the series of vicious crimes against life itself, which brought endless turmoil to the innocent creatures of Thoris.

Civilizations have risen and fallen since the dawn of man, acting as tides against the natural elements while leaving only weathered stone in their wake. The ruins of old have since returned to nature, disregarded in lieu of more practical modern practices. Despite this radical abandonment, the generations have brought unusually rapid advancements in the understanding and application of magical energies. Intelligent races have risen to levels of power that consistently stand toe-to-toe with the natural forces around them. It has come to the point where the dominant races of Thoris are able to live without fear of nature's wrath, allowing them to advance their nations peacefully, unlike their predecessors that have fallen so miserably in the past. Because of this, the current era is often considered by historians to be an era of rebirth and power. History before this golden fourth era is however, fragmented and jarred. There really is no telling how the prior eras had come to an end, or how much time had passed between them. Nobody bothers to question it, given the immense power that modern magic has been able to awaken.

The current year is 1252-4E, marking the longest recorded era of advancement in known history. The kingdoms of Thoris have come to an accord, following the second great war, to maintain peace and guide all intelligent species in the right direction. But with so many different cultures, a clash of morals will remain unavoidable. Even now, particular superpowers struggle to stay relevant in the ongoing zeitgeist of magical and national advancement. Every nation holds a voice at the continental counsel, wherein all leaders and political figures have a chance to voice their concerns. But their demands and worries are not treated as equal. The unrest within certain political bodies continues to grow as the global union restricts certain actions and perpetuated the growth of larger nations over smaller settlements. None are sure of what each kingdom plans beneath the veil of diplomacy. But with time it might become clear that peace cannot exist with certain elements maintaining a persistent role.


"...I fear the day when god will finally see through our feigned piety, and banish the paladin order from its overpowering throne atop the world..."
~ Head General and 4th Father of Arcadia's Paladin order Exodar Ramsey, 1245-4E, 'Our crusade against Smor'Gen'Blok' ~



The Magic of Thoris




Magical Classifications























The Races of Thoris











Threat Class System


Common throughout the major nations of Thoris is the universal Threat Class System, or TCS, used to disambiguate different types of beasts that prowl in the wild. Threat levels dictate how Nations should respond to any given creatures, but are more commonly acted upon by the Nations of Arcadia and Marrenfall, considering their superior Caravan systems and importance in Thoris.

















The Main Nations of Thoris















Relevant IC Lore Ends Here


Glad you read through that, or didn't. Either way, here's the stuff you need to read in order to join up.



Rules and Regulations
1 - No god modding/power-playing/auto-hitting/all that nasty stuff. You all know this by now, I don't even know why I need to state it.

2 - Please, do not add major lore without consulting me first. You're free in-character to create explanations and locations within the universe without asking me, because it's a pretty HUGE setting, but don't go creating entire nations without letting me know about them, just so we don't end up having things contradict each other. You are free to create new magical classifications, races, nations, etc as long as we speak about it first, and you may expand on the existing nations as well. This role-play's central theme is evolution, we're playing in an evolving world.

3 - Be friendly, be tolerant, and be tolerable. I have a zero tolerance policy for self-entitled tools who go around insulting people because they think it's funny or entertaining. If you're one of those people who can't treat others with respect, you're outta here, yo.

4 - Please address me if you have any questions or concerns. I want to make this fun for everyone involved, and avoid alienating Role players. I'm open to ideas and I'm very flexible. Take advantage of that, or don't.

5 - If you cannot post frequently, then this may not be the RP for you. If you lack the time management skills to type up frequent posts, or merely suffer from constant writers block, I will not pause the progress of other players to wait for you, and you will fall behind if you are part of a group. furthermore, characters that are inactive for an entire week will be taken over by me, and become a permanent NPCs if they are not promptly killed off. If you have something significant to deal with IRL that truly makes it impossible for you to post, like a funeral, vacation, etc, I may take temporary control over your character with your intents in mind, and allow you to return to them at any time. These posting limits do not apply to solo plot threads, but if somebody comes into contact with your character after a prolonged vacation, you will be removed accordingly.

On that note however, there are no requirements for post length or detail. As long as you can manage a coherent paragraph that creates progress and doesn't alienate other players, you'll be welcomed without judgement. This is very much a role play for all skill-levels.

6 - Note that all characters entered now should not be involved directly with the main group. You will either be part of a secondary group, or in a side-plot with me or somebody else 1on1 until you join the main story.



Character Sheet Basics

Here's a very basic outline for you to use at your leisure. Use it as guidance, and format it any way you'd like.

Name: (First and last, or a single name/title your character goes by.
Age:
Appearance: (Pictures, or text-based descriptions are both fine)
Personality: (Optional)
Height:
Race: (One of the primary races, or one of your own creation.)
Home Nation: (One of the four primary nations, or a nation of your own creation.)
Magical Capabilities: (Classifications, specific specialties, etc.)
History: (Your backstory.)


With all that out of the way, welcome to Caravan.



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