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♫ ~ ¿Quién teje sus planes en sombras de fuego?
Es Ayla—sí, Ayla—la dueña del juego.
De los patios reales al polvo del mar,
Su red va creciendo, su luz va a quemar. ~ ♫

♫ ~ Ah-ah-ahhh, su danza destruye. ~ ♫

♫ ~ Con lengua de plata y mirada feroz,
Con filo en palabras y un fuego atroz
Desde las tormentas hasta el claro sol,
Es Ayla quien manda, con un alma de rol. ~ ♫

♫ ~ Ah-ah-ahhh, Ayla guía el destino.
Ah-ah-ahhh, su poder es divino. ~ ♫

♫ ~ El mundo es su juego, las piezas a sus pies,
Y Ayla renace cuando amanezca otra vez. ~ ♫

♫ ~ ¡Era Ayla—TODO EL TIEMPO! ~ ♫

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Alright. My first ever IC post is up. Please be gentle. :)

As I was writing this up though, a thought came to me. Did @WhiteAngel25 ever give a name for the soldiers watching over the mages in the Gallows? Are they Templars? Hospitallers? Some Knightly Order? Or just regular Imperial soldiers?


Not to my knowledge, but since she is a big fan of Dragon Age, I imagine being something like Templars makes sense. You could propose a few ideas if you got them, for a thumbs up!
ꁲ ꂵ ꁲ ꋊ ꂠ ꂑ ꋊ ꈼ
ꋖ ꂑ ꂵ ꈼ
Day 1 [Night]
꒒ ꂦ ꀯ ꁲ ꋖ ꂑ ꂦ ꋊ
Lock and Key [Somerset]
ꉣ ꁲ ꌅ ꋖ ꂑ ꀯ ꂑ ꉣ ꁲ ꋊ ꋖ ꌚ
[NPC] Sir Dorian
@WhiteAngel25 Faline

ꌚ ꂦ ꐇ ꋊ ꂠ ꋖ ꌅ ꁲ ꀯ ꀗ


The cloaked figure moved effortlessly through the cobbled streets of Somerset as she surveyed the surroundings. It was yet another human town among many she had visited, watching the occupants wallow in their greed, corruption, and vice. The scent of ‘civilization’ clung thickly to the air, in stark contrast to the aromas of nature. Life in the temples prioritized cleanliness, with incense burning to safeguard against foul odours. Here, the streets were an open latrine, and signs of illness were evident. Despite talk of the grey plague wandering in these parts, no one seemed the wiser.

Thankfully, her task didn't involve trying to purge the stench from this human town. She had a crucial lead as she followed the steps of ꁲꁅꍩꁲꂠ in her journey of a thousand miles. She learned there was an envoy of the Emperor present, the enemy, who acted as an intermediary in this town. The information led her to the doors of a den of disrepute, known colloquially as a tavern, with the precipitation from the misty rain clinging to the shutters and sign, which transcribed the name with symbols of a lock and key, for those unable to read.

With her cloak wrapped tightly around her, she pushed through the door and made her way to the bar. In the guise of a weary traveller here for the markets, and with the exchange of some coin, she secured herself a suitable hidey-hole with drink and food, fitting her role as she scanned the lively crowds. She could quickly identify the locals as they greeted and called to each other, similar to those not from these parts who travelled in small groups and pairs. She noticed an individual who strutted like a peacock in his steel armour. She considered her plan of approach, perhaps cornering him when he was alone, her eyes suspiciously examining his companions as she weighed their strength. Her attention shifted as she noticed the red-haired woman seemingly gazing at the man herself, an admirer perhaps? She waited, watched, witnessing her make the first move as the game finished. The girl's hips swayed as if she were going to proposition him, and that she did as the token landed on the table. The man seemingly pocketed it before leading her through the back. Identifying the token, she moved to the diary and found a similar one with a strange symbol representing a fist and a dragon on the flip-side. She examined it and wondered, perhaps this was a token that signalled those employed by the Emperor.

Gathering her belongings, she moved toward the door leading to the back. As the door pushed open, and the man walked back out, she was already there, her token between her fingers. Act like you belong. She held it out toward him while seamlessly manoeuvring behind him into the back room, wordlessly, as if this interaction had been done a hundred times before.

She examined the room, attempting to determine its function, already identifying a loose floorboard that had recently been moved. Her gaze focused on the woman seated by the fire. Her hood lowered, a smile etched on her face as it settled warmly. "Salutations, fellow traveller," her head inclined toward the other's travelling bag. "The weather is never the most pleasant this time of year." Using the moment to approach, her easy-going manner practised, she placed her bag alongside Faline's and extended her hand toward her. "You may address me as Amandine. I feel we may become closely acquainted shortly."



I selected the Monk one. Used Token Stamp to make it look somewhat like a coin.

Though I did find an interesting set on google.
Dumb question time.
What is the token to be used for?
Makes me think of Edmund Blackadder.
Just gonna say it's a beautiful sheet, though now I think I need to scrap my own WIP character, as it was going along similar lines to this. I'll go with my second idea then of a mage from the Capital, I think.


I saw you were heading that way after I had started. I knew the answer, as I had already asked!
It is a character concept I had been wanting to make for a long while.


@WhiteAngel25 For your approval.



Day 1 Time: Night Weather: Moderate Rain Location: Main Ballroom
Participants: Anastasia Arslan @Ti



It seemed that being an Illuminaire had its downsides, as Ana found herself constantly occupied with various responsibilities. It was as if there was another job that needed doing every time she thought she could take a break. Her focus kept getting distracted by the smallest imperfections as other students playfully interacted with the decorations, occasionally putting them out of place. She began to fixate on making sure everything was perfect, ensuring that every detail was in its right place.

Throughout the evening, Ana attended to the food, making sure the banquet was well-stocked and inviting. She took it upon herself to personally greet the guests, ensuring that teachers and special guests felt welcomed and appreciated. This naturally extended to making sure everyone was refreshed and had everything they needed.

As the night progressed, Ana realized she hadn't stopped working since she arrived at the ball, and the mounting tasks seemed to overwhelm her at times, making her feel a bit scattered.

Finally, she decided to take a moment for herself and enjoy a cool drink. She leaned against a nearby pillar, looking out towards the dance floor, where some of the other students were joyfully dancing and laughing. She allowed herself to take a breath and relax for a moment, simply enjoying the view of others having fun and cherishing the magic of the evening.

Recalling fond memories of past balls, Ana smiled at the thought of her younger self trying to tear up the dance floor with her fiery dancing style. This year, it seemed like the others would have to steal the limelight, especially if Wolfgang tried to hog it all for himself.

Despite feeling a bit overwhelmed, her efforts were helping to make the ball a truly enchanting experience for everyone.





A question of my own is in regards to the Dragonians. Are they specifically D&D Dragonborn, or are they more Human-looking with some draconic features tacked on? Examples can include patches of scaly skin, horns, slit-eyes, and the like.


Dragonians are more were-dragons. They are human who can transform into a hybrid which looks like the Qunari of Dragon Age but with claws, scales, wings, etc.
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