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In Vampire The Masquerade: Seattle by night → 1 yr ago Forum: Casual Interest Checks
The Tremere are blood mages.
In Harold's Academy for the Magically Inclined → 1 yr ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
◈ Day 1 ◈ Time: Night ◈ Weather: Cloudy, Light Rain ◈ Location: Main Corridor ◈
Participants: Anastasia Arslan @Ti, Raffaella Struna @Emeth, Leah Clearwater @vietmyke, Manny Ryi @Ebil Bunny, Everyone Present.


Amidst the chaotic eruptions that reverberated through the ballroom, a frenzy of movement ensued. The once elegant space was now a disarray of students darting in multiple directions, a blur of colourful dresses and suits racing toward the shelter. With determination etched on her face, Ana's arms enveloped Raffaella, squeezing the girl in a tight embrace. Beside her, Manny and Leah materialized, their presence solidifying their resolve. The Ni-Seraphi and their menacing Pupa were breaching the sanctity of the building. Time was a fleeting luxury, and urgency spurred their actions.

Ana's voice pierced the tumult, a directive laced with both authority and concern. Her gaze toggled between Raffaella and Manny, these two souls who she now entrusted with a pivotal task. "Raffaella, Manny," she began, her tone both stern and nurturing, "you've got this. Lead the way down that corridor," she pointed ahead of them, "and keep them moving to the shelter." As the two nodded, Ana's eyes turned to Leah, their gravity evident as she awaited the others to move out of earshot. "Leah," her expression was grave, "be ready to seal the path behind us. If they catch up, we can't take them all. Send anyone you see to the shelter or the infirmary if they're hurt and can still be useful. No one left behind."

Her commands issued, Ana's heart swelled with trust in her friends' capabilities. With bated breath, she watched as Raffaella and Manny guiding the students with a mix of firmness and reassurance. The gravity of their mission demanded every ounce of their strength and focus.

But chaos abounded. A Pupa materialized suddenly through a doorway, snaring a student in its clutches. Panic rippled through the air like an electric current. Without a second thought, Ana seized a standing chandelier, adrenaline coursing through her veins. Battle cries mingled with her determination as she lunged forward, the chandelier now an impromptu spear. With a resounding crash, she drove into the creature, her makeshift weapon ablaze with the fervour of her defiance. Wax dripped and flames danced in the midst of the chaos.

"Move! Keep going!" She shouted at the fleeing students, their safety her paramount concern. Left alone with the Pupa, Ana knew she had to hold it back, at least for a moment. Gritting her teeth, she faced off with the creature, the makeshift spear her meagre defence. The Pupa lunged, overpowering her with its superior strength, a bone-rattling collision that sent her staggering.

Barely regaining her footing, Ana locked eyes with the creature, a dance of defiance and desperation. The makeshift spear became her lifeline, a barrier between her and the relentless charge. The Pupa's red eyes bore into her, its determination matched only by her own.

And then, an opportunity presented itself. The Pupa lunged again, the chandelier poised as a weapon of defence. But it was a ruse. The creature sidestepped the crude spear, its momentum carrying it dangerously close. Ana's breath caught as the pointed finger end grazed her arm, pain flaring to life. Thankfully missing her chest.

With a grimace, Ana's gift surged within her, a golden flame of cleansing power that shrouded her form. Resilience coursed through her veins, and with a surge of adrenaline, she closed the distance. Her movements were a blur of determination. She caught the creature's head in her grip, her vitesse-infused strength surprising it. A whirlwind of motion followed, a breathtaking manoeuvre that sent the Pupa crashing to the floor.

Dazed and disoriented, the creature struggled to regain its footing. Ana seized her opportunity, the chandelier now a weapon of vengeance. The resounding impact was met with a sickening squelch, the stench of sulphur and scorched flesh pervading the air. A jolt of triumph surged through her, even as pain throbbed in her arm.

"I rather liked this dress," she muttered under her breath, her words defiant.

In The Hourglass Order → 1 yr ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Event: Metropolis Final Exchanges | Location: Wánggǎng, ReTan
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Maura eventually rejoined the others, her wheels carrying her alongside Kaureerah. She gently tugged on her friend's hand, a small smile playing on her lips. "You know, they might actually let us see Xiulan now. After everything that's transpired, it would be quite a relief to finally go to that tea house we've been talking about."

"Hey Kaureerah," Maura began, her voice soft and thoughtful as she looked at her friend, "you know, sometimes when people say things, it gets us thinking. Like, what if someone mentioned that, well, we're kind of exceptional in some way? Not that we are saying w agree with them or anything, but it's just got me wondering – what do you think about that?" She shrugged casually, a faint smile playing on her lips as she sought her friend's opinion.

Kaureerah smiled softly, skipping along in that distinct eeaiko way. She bounded out in front of Maura, twisted, and stopped, forcing her friend to do the same. The soft smile became a large, mischievous grin. "Why, my leetel stauwberree cauloored frend -" She reached out and patted Maura on the head. "Yoo aur e veery speciel goorl." She flicked some hair over her shoulder and twirled on a foot, settling in beside Maura once more. Her face became a touch more serious. "Yoo heve e great menny taulents," she assured her friend. "Wauns thet menny peepool woold bee jellaus auf."

Maura beamed warmly up at the Eeiako. If there was one thing she was certain about, it was her deep affection for her newfound best friend, and she eagerly anticipated the moments they would share together in the times to come.

As each student stepped up to claim a prize from the gift-laden table, tensions grew palpable. Some of the stronger students displayed a bullying attitude, not content with simply taking their share, but also snatching away from their peers. The two most prominent culprits in this were Ingrid and Jocasta.

Kaureerah, who had been deprived of her share, initially seemed poised to approach and voice her protest. However, in a swift change of direction, she abruptly turned on her heel and walked away as Jocasta pilfered from her portion.

"It is as if those with power crave more, their greed runs through their veins like blood as they are nothing more than petty thieves who crave trinkets useless to them, as only to deprive others." She reached for Kaureerah's hand and squeezed on it. "Now there is someone we would love to see Lady Matsuhara'd one day."

Kaureerah blinked, somewhat nonplussed. Such venom. She'd always assumed that Maura was quite rich, especially since she was from a merchant family and was close friends with Ayla. It seemed something of a case of judging from a glass house. Yet, she couldn't disagree that Jocasta was just... mean. Sure, Kaureerah had taken a second item. She was poor, had always been poor, and would not apologize for trying to get her hands on an unwanted thing valuable enough to free her from her financial dependence upon others. Jocasta was clearly rich as well, and had shamelessly ripped it from her hands to add to a growing collection. Turning somewhat pensive as Ingrid and Valerian clashed verbally on centre stage, Kaureerah's only response was to smile and nod appreciatively as she let out a supportive snort of laughter.

Maura couldn't read minds, but she could sense that her friend was deeply upset by what had transpired. Nevertheless, she stood by her, fully aware that there was little she could do in the face of a figure like Jocasta.

The Twin Emperors were not unaware of the conflict between Niallus and Abdel. Much as it was more distant than its abortive counterpart between Ingrid and Valerian, it was also much more of an actual fight. Both, in any event, concluded at around the same time. It was Ten-Jiu who rose, his voice loud and conspicuous. "But brother, we have had two contests! Both have concluded around the same time. Who is more deserving of the reward we have offered for a demonstration of true strength?"

Ten-Re rose as well, and turned to him, seeming to consider. "Were both truly shows of strength?" he proposed, and it was the scoundrel's turn to think. "Well... one had a great deal more action," he admitted, and Ten-Re nodded. This was intentional theatre, and they did not try to hide that fact. "Are all contests measures of physical strength?" he questioned pointedly. "And is physical strength the only method of emerging victorious in one?"

Ten-Jiu nodded at his brother's wise words. "Then... perhaps we should honour one of these other types of contests?" The sage smiled. "I believe that all should have a chance to be honoured." He cast his gaze out across the students and their closest peers. "What do you think?"

Ten-Jiu was enthusiastic now. "We could hold a vote!" he proclaimed, twisting and bending over to grab the chest. "All should have a say in the disbursement of such value," Ten-Re agreed. "Thus, we put this to you: who deserves the contents of this chest. Is it Abdel, is it Ingrid, or is is another?"

It was natural for Maura on who she would pick, she squeezed on Kaureerah’s hand as she spoke. “"We vote for Kaureerah. She conquered her fears and faced someone who had previously defeated her, all in the pursuit of doing what's right. Her strength of character and unwavering integrity shine through. She embodies the true essence of strength, always striving to do what's right and pushing herself beyond her limits."

Kaureerah seemed to consider. There were definitely party lines here, and she knew which she would be expected to adhere to, but Abdel had already snatched up multiple items for himself. Ingrid had also been a bully, every bit as much as Jocasta, whose greed... well, in some ways, she understood enough about the two tethered and where they'd come from to understand why they were so eager to snatch everything. Then, Abdel spoke and voted for... her. Kaureerah stood there, nonplussed, but pleasantly surprised. "I..." Before she could speak, Maura voted for her as well, and warmth rose in her cheeks. Friendship had always been something she craved, but trust did not come easily. She swallowed as even Ingrid voted for her, and then Niallus too!

"Thenk yoo, frends." There was a warm feeling inside of her and... what was it? She could feel a pressure building in her sinuses. She sniffed and... oh Ipte she was going to cry! She pressed her hands to her heart. "Eye... eye woould voote faur aull oof yoo eef eye coould, baut eye cennaut." She bowed deeply. "Baut eye voote fer Yaelen, whoo ees a men auf hees werd." He had voted for her too, and she wiped the back of her hand across her eyes, blinking away tears. You weak girl! You don't cry! The rebuke came not in her own voice. You show them you're strong by acting like it! She dismissed it, though, for Kaureerah now had the strength to. She was now among... friends.

Jocasta was next, however. She nodded in agreement. "Kaureerah has shown commendable strength, and growth." She flashed a smile the eeaiko's way. "However, she is not the only one who has, and I believe that there are others who also deserve recognition. I, too, vote for Yalen."

Maura simply had a smirk after Jocasta's comment where she found an excuse to vote for her husband, then smiling sweetly as if it was never there. Maura silently judges the people not voting for Kaureerah by playing favourites.

The pair locked eyes as the pair had a mental duel between them.


Ten-Re raised an eyebrow. Ten-Jiu grinned. They looked at each other and then at Trypano. The latter looked as if he was about to burst out laughing. The former was serious-faced. He nodded slowly, sagely, even. "Our hearts of stone have been swayed by your wise words." He bowed before them. Ten-Jiu followed suit. "This is not a democracy, after all," he admitted, "and a better option has revealed itself: it is the people of ReTan who have shown the greatest strength over the past week, and it is those same people who will need it in the coming months."

Maura squeezed on Kaureerah's hand three times. It may have not been a democracy, but the real gift was not in the box, but it was how Kaureerah was appreciated by others, something that some trinket can never equal to. Even if some didn't understand that. She has very happy for friend and told her as much.

Ten-Jiu crossed his arms, seeming to consider. "The reward that will go to the people of ReTan," he replied. "Who can say?" He shook his head. "Certainly none of you."

Ten-Re watched what was unfolding with great interest. This, then, was the heart of the issue and why the entire conundrum had been created. There were lessons in all things, but some more than others, perhaps.

Meanwhile, Kaureerah had retreated from the entire mess, unwilling to be used as a bargaining chip by anyone else. It had been nice to have people stand up for her. She hadn't expected much from it. The powerful always ignored or trampled those below them. That was simply the way of things, and it wouldn't stop her from trying anyhow. She took out her lute after some time and took a few experimental strums.

Maura retreated with Kaureerah, their work had been completed and time to have departed and rest has been far exceeded, encouraging others to follow her example. She had performed all the perfunctory bows during the bickering. She had already seen through the ploy and knew this lesson, but she had her own learning to consolidate even if she knew without her leadership and guidance, the collective wisdom of the group suffered significantly for it.

Ten-Re shook his head and, with that, he opened the box just a sliver. "I said that this would be a reward fit for your demonstration of strength, correct?"

"It has been vague, as you put it," Ten-Re responded, "so that you might teach my lesson for me."

"He is incurably lazy," Ten-Jiu jested.

He opened the box all of the way and there was... nothing in it. "When it comes to strength," he declared, "this is what you've earned." The emperor shook his head. "Consider yourselves fortunate, this day, that we are not your enemies and have no desire to be, for the lesson is this: No man is an island. No man is an army. Strength comes from sticking together and not allowing your enemies to pry you apart and weaken you, from not allowing their words and promises to sway you."

"They will exploit any crack," confirmed Ten-Jiu, "any weakness in the wall that you must be: a bulwark for peace, security, and decency."

"Your decisions are important, there is no doubt," the sage added, "But perhaps even more important is that you make them together, with each other's counsel."

"Consider your strength when you stood together against the Titan - what you were able to achieve."

"Consider the acrimony that a simple offer of riches has wrought among you in mere minutes now - such that you are willing to kill over it."

"Our enemies are ancient, evil, and canny. This one we fought was but a construct: a thing of great strength and little intelligence, but its controllers are far greater and infinitely devious." Ten-Jiu shook his head, completely serious. "The coming battles will not be fought with strength of muscle or magic alone," concluded his brother. Both bowed, lowly and reverently. "This is our warning for you, and we pray that it is heeded." With that, they retired.

Even if not voiced, Maura was inwardly bemused at the more literal offering, as the Emperors proudly state they provide the people of ReTan: nothing. Even if that was not their intention. However, she knew going forward she had to focus on herself. She knew she had to become better, there were expectations, and people counted on her now.

To save further second-hand embarrassment, she politely spoke for the attention of Jocasta. "Tan-Zeno Re, we are all exhausted from today's events. Can you please facilitate transportation, so we may retire to our beds?" She smiled sweetly toward their chaperone.

The Twin Emperors had retired, and now the floor was left to an increasingly anxious and despondent group. How easily the adrenaline, the fear, the thrill, the triumph of their victory against a possible Marhazannet had given way to exhaustion, despondency, and infighting. The twins' lesson had been lost on most as they turned inward, caring only about themselves - their personal worth or contributions, their vendettas, their guilt, their moral superiority.

If Ten-Re had summoned Xiuyang, then Ten-Jiu summoned one of his Black Guard: Stormcloud, and it was her honour-bound duty to follow. Golden Monkey and Evil Eye hung around, the former smug, the latter pensive. Mountain Spring had wandered off, and both Smoking Bandit and Chicken had disappeared. Cold Soup was dead. So was Sleeping Carp, and Lucky Dragon had not left the palace. That left Laughing Squid: a tall and regal robed figure of infinite wisdom and malevolence but the absolute inverse in terms of reverence. He stood with his hands clasped before him.

"Does not there remain one last opportunity?" he interjected, unclasping his hands. They could see no face beneath the many-tentacled mask, but his voice was vast and languid and stentorian. "Or perhaps one final danger." The box that had contained nothing remained, left behind on the table, perhaps too ignominious a thing to be claimed. That was not where he was gesturing, however. Instead, his hands took in the figurines that the group had been collecting over the course of their stay in ReTan. "Regardless, you have been ever the gamblers, and would it not be nice to end on a... high note?"

Maura brought out the figures she possessed, Sleeping Carp and Golden Monkey. A stray thought wondered if they were now worth more following a passing of their number.

One by one, they started to hand their figures over, but a couple did not have any and were, in any case, pointedly disinterested. For them, Jocasta relented and there was a flash of power as she concentrated. Spacetime unthreaded itself, centring on one particular spot, and a vision of Ersand'Enise appeared through it.

The ten figures stood there, in their handmade poses on the small table. Then, as if they were tiny people, they all reached out, joined hands, and closed their eyes. The plum tree that had existed upon the island had been destroyed in the great conflict of a few hours earlier. Yet, as they watched, ten new sprouts grew in its place. They did not, however, grow particularly tall. The tree trunks twisted and twined, thick and gnarled and, as their leaves spread and took in the morning's light, a gentle breeze swept across the reborn gardens. Before the youths and their Black Guard allies stood ten living statues: a grove of sacred trees.

Maura attended both the ReTannese classes and the extra circular Angic philosophy class, so the concept made a lot of sense to her. In some ways, she was curious on how they responded to her, she knew she was unbalanced in a lot of ways, so having their truth can be rewarding feedback in itself. She approached the tree of Community and Individualism, the seventh tree.

As Maura approached, she saw, paradoxically, two plants before her, fitting two natures. However, as she drew nearer, a handful of the twined stalks began to grow stronger and thicker while others withered. Those could not support it without their peers, and the collective began to collapse. A second one, however, brilliant and individual, burned largest and brightest in her eyes.

Maura frowned a little at the result, as she moved to inspect the tree of Truthfulness & Obfuscation, the sixth tree.

The tree stood there for a moment, two of its natures clearly visible - a duality in the most ready sense. Then, a face appeared within its bark. "Answer me this, Maura Mercador," it said, wooden lips parting, "Are you honest or are you a liar?"

As she contemplated the question, she found herself reminded of a children's rhyme about a pair of twins. Yet, she steered clear of adopting someone else's truth, for that wasn't her own. Through this process, she arrived at a response that resonated with her essence: "Nothing is true."

"A very good lie," it replied, "But also, perhaps, a truth?" It smiled. "Please, eat of my fruit."

Maura takes both of the fruit, and ate of them. She certainly had her own truth, as she cast shade on the seventh tree.

The apple was delicious. Maura found herself taking a second bite, and a third.

Maura will now receive advantage on all perception rolls. Enemies will roll with disadvantage against her for stealth or if trying to lie.

Then, with some hesitation, she bit into the other fruit, and it tasted like... well, whatever she thought of! She considered apple sauce, and then marshmallows, and then cinnamon! Wondrous!

All opponents will now roll disadvantage on perception rolls against Maura. She will roll with advantage when lying against NPCs.

"That seventh tree has some very beautiful pea pods, does anyone else see that?" Maura tested her ability as she questioned the others.

Kaureerah tilted her head to the side. "Yees, Eye heve nooteeced." She hesitated. Then, she began to walk that way.

Maura smiled widely toward Kaureerah. "Yes, it fits you well. We are like two peas in a pod."

Rikard finally goes for the disgusting-looking fruit, palming it. However, Jocasta is there. "Are you sure you want to eat that, Rikard?" her eyes were concerned. "It doesn't look too healthy."

For a moment, Rikard felt her awesome power, and he started to shrink back. Then, however, he straightened. "Nah, I think I'm good." He tossed it into his mouth in one fell swoop

Jocasta glared at him. Rikard swallowed... the fruit. He grinned. "It's not bad. I think it was safe after all." Jocasta smiled tightly, and then impishly. "You little shit..." She twisted to leave. "Well done."

Maura regarded Rikard, "You should get the bravery fruit for free for that act alone.".

Kaureerah, meanwhile, walked up the intertwining pea plants. There, she perceived both six communally supportive stalks and one fabulous one rising up the middle. She brushed her fingers over the pods.

Gently, Kaureerah plucked a pod from each. She opened the first one, with its bright colours, and then popped the pea into her mouth. Then, she opened the regular pea pod and inspected it. There were five peas inside and she thought that it might be nice if she shared. She cast about for four other people who she liked and who might want some.

Maura smiled sweetly toward Kaureerah.

Kaureerah smiled back and skipped over. "Waunt saum?" She waved Abdel over as well. "Yoo too?" She regarded the skuggvar and blinked. "Cen shee heve saum too?"

She thanked Kaureerah, "Sure, we would love to share with you." Maura opened her mouth toward her.

"Catch!" She tossed the pea into Maura's waiting mouth. It was a cute gesture, but the Torragonese flubbed it. It bounced off of her cheek and started to fall. Her hands flailed to catch it and, fortunately, she was able to after a few bobbles.

Maura blushed red as she finally caught and ate it. "Perhaps next time you might need to drop it in."

Kaureerah blushed and made a pouty sorry face.

Maura shook her head, it wasn't Kaureerah's fault, it was her own, she returned her a reassuring smile.

Kaureerah popped the pea into her mouth and it seemed to grow warm. The others would've felt more or less the same sensation.

As long as they are allied and within twenty yards of each other, Kaureerah has gained the ability to share a single pool of mana with any of the five: Dayanara, Qadira, Maura, Ingrid, and Niallus. They may also combination cast with each other so long as she is among them.

With everyone having taken of the sacred grove, one final matter remained. Jocasta began to gather energy for a sustained portal to the other side of the world. "If you have any goodbyes to say," she announced, "now's the time." For herself, there were none.

Maura and Kaureerah, meanwhile, had separated themselves from the grove by this juncture and were deep in conversation with Yawen and Xiulan. It was difficult to overhear what was being said, but there were plenty of nods, reassurances, and then a series of hugs and some tears.

For those able to hear their interactions, Maura was presently speaking to Kaureerah. Gently pulling on her friend's hand, she discreetly indicated Xiulan's presence. "She looks truly exquisite and dignified in that attire. Shall we approach and greet Xiulan and Yawen?"

With an encouraging smile, Maura urged Kaureerah to join her as they made their way toward Xiulan and Yawen. Taking a deep breath, she allowed a gentle smile to grace her features, striving to convey empathy and support through her eyes. Her words were chosen with great care as she began to speak softly and genuinely.

"Xiulan, it is truly heart-warming to see you once more," she began, addressing both Xiulan and Yawen, her tone sincere. "In the midst of these ever-changing circumstances, we want you to know that our friendship remains a steadfast beacon for me. Regardless of the roles we are called to play, the bond we share holds immense value in my heart."

Xiulan gave Maura her full attention. "You and your friends had changed my life." She smiled back, though there was a slight sadness in her eyes now. "We had many good times."

Maura's gaze remained kind and unwavering as she continued, "You know, when the appropriate time comes for a state visit, we would be honoured to personally guide both of you through the transformed Longwan Island. It would be my joy to showcase the progress we have achieved."

Xiulan pulled her close. "I would very much wish to go there," she replied, her embrace tight and trembling. She went for Kaureerah next, and the songstress stiffened momentarily as something was whispered. Yawen, in a wide-brimmed hat, let her gaze bounce between the other three. She shook her head tightly.

Maura wanted to offer her a token, a keepsake of sorts. While she acknowledged that there would be more suitable opportunities in the future, she sifted through her belongings and her fingers came across a book. She skimmed over the guidebook to creating Torragonese beverages. While it wasn't the most perfect gift, it certainly was distinctive in this region. She presented it to her, her hopes resting on the sentiment behind the gesture outweighing any monetary value. "Maybe this could assist you in getting ready for your visit. Do make an effort to try each recipe."

Xiulan looked at her, a half-step short of incredulous for a moment, and then let out a soft, warm chuckle. She shook her head ruefully. "It is a perfect gift to me, I sink," she admitted. "I will to read it and treasuring it all."

Kaureerah, for her part, produced a small, glowing yellow mushroom pendant. "Thees ees faur yoo." She pressed it into Xiulan's palm. She produced a second, then, and it glowed red. This, she handed to Maura. Finally, she revealed a third - in blue - for herself. She leaned in as she handed it over and whispered. "Eye doon't cere eef hee ees en elder senguinaire." She grinned mischievously. "Eye'll caut hees baulls auff eef hee's meen too yoo." Then, she drew back.


In Welcome to Vradia → 1 yr ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Feel free to make up myths and legends about the location!
Or even challenge Amandine's narrative. After all, the followers may have been unarmed, but they were not defenseless.
Torsten might even want to challenge it on religious grounds, on how the Dragons were not really gods.
Dorothea might even want to include how the healing is said to be uncanny and unique, giving her mage perspective on why this magic is different enough from others, and contrary to Amandine's comment, it could work.
It is in the woods, Simblemyne might have heard tales on a more accurate location, or myths around Dragonians living in the area from an Elvian perspective. Or even the Old Goat believes Dragons are a menace and should be wiped out (if you want spicier group dynamics).
There are a few different angles the characters could take.
In Welcome to Vradia → 1 yr ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
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
@Mechromancer Dorothea
@Jamesyco Torsten
@Red Wizard Simbelmynë
ꌚ ꂦ ꐇ ꋊ ꂠ ꋖ ꌅ ꁲ ꀯ ꀗ
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Amandine’s eyes narrowed as she was almost bowled over in disbelief. Within seconds, the conversation shifted from discussing how to handle a Duskrot epidemic to planning a raid on the nearest Dragonian temple ruin, with the intention of plundering it for riches and valuables.

She felt her heart racing and her blood pumping, a pounding sensation behind her eyes and along her temples. The proposed sacrilege these people were considering was quickly pushing her to her limits, and she found herself getting lost in the heat of the moment.

In response, Amandine entered a meditative state, focusing on her teachings and initiating a pattern of breathing exercises. She inhaled deeply, paused, exhaled slowly, paused, and then repeated the process. She rode the waves of her emotions, attempting to regain her focus on the task at hand, resolving that the rest could be dealt with later. After all, she was present for a reason; she was a Dragonian Scholar in both senses of those words.

She opened her eyes and surveyed the room before speaking, “In Dragonian society, Dragons were not mere creatures or animals; they were the manifestation of the Gods made flesh. Imagine a religion where you could directly interact with your patron God.” Her gaze flickered toward the resident Paladin. “Selene was the God of the Moon, and it is said that in times past, they were responsible for bringing water and winter to the region. Vradia was a barren landscape, as their ice carved rivers and waterways into the region.”

“You might be wondering how this potentially relates to Duskrot. After all, isn’t Winter often associated with death?” She posed the question from a human perspective. “In Dragonian belief, Winter is seen as a time of rejuvenation, when the land heals itself to prepare for the birth of new life. Therefore, the God of the Moon is strongly associated with healing.”

She turned her gaze toward the Book of Artefacts; her expression almost derisive, for she knew that some of these items were greater than the trinkets that were simply being considered as. More than the mere possessions for greedy hands, they are valued as. “So, if the Amulet of Selene truly exists, it could be regarded as an artefact with significant healing potential. I assume the Emperor foolishly believes it might serve as a cure for Duskrot.” Her eyes locked onto Dorian, and her tone was firm. “I say 'foolish' because the Dragonian cure for Duskrot did not involve healing.”

She shifted her attention to Faline, her expression thoughtful. “There’s a reason the Dragonians are extinct, and their temples lie in ruins. The first Emperor rounded up the unarmed followers of Selene and massacred them with swords. As for their ‘War Chief’…” Amandine couldn’t suppress a snort of mirth, “… if they survived, time would have caught up with them by now.”

She noticed the atmosphere in the room, especially after her speech. She sighed and shrugged her shoulders. “Legends claim that the Hiemaquas Dragonian tribe secretly endures, having evaded this great Empire over the ages. At this point, perhaps if we approach them politely and convey the nobility of our purpose, they might hand over the amulet. And who knows, maybe as a sign of gratitude, they’ll give us dragon mounts and let us frolic in the hatchery with the adorable little dragon whelps.” Her tone was jovial but dripping with sarcasm, an attempt to lighten the mood of the endeavour.

In The Hourglass Order → 1 yr ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Event: Primitive Dream Sequence | Location: ???, An Zenui
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As Ayla fell, the world seemed to collapse in on itself, fragments shattering like glass and giving way to an engulfing darkness. Shadows danced around her, and she found herself standing in a dimly lit chamber, the ground beneath her rippling like a puddle. Although light was absent, a peculiar luminance illuminated a pint-sized Ysilla doll placed strategically, its arms mimicking the hands of a clock ticking away the final moments for the Hours of Dami.

“Hola, Kitten,” a voice purred, drawing Ayla's attention to a peculiar figure. The person seemed to be examining their own appearance before fixing a smirk on Ayla. “Look who’s finally taking notice. Not that it matters, considering your track record.”

Ayla steeled herself, her gaze firmly fixed on the strange woman. The figure bore an uncanny resemblance to Ayla, but taller, more shapely, and their fiery hair was crowned with newly sprouted horns from the temples of their head. There was only one other who had ever possessed such features, someone Ayla wished she would never have to encounter again. “Hetraxa... what do you want?”

“Oh, just the same old thing. To take control, to finally make a difference in this pitiful existence of ours.” Hetraxa's hands gestured suggestively toward her chest, her lips curving into a playful grin. “I'm sure Rikard would prefer these, wouldn't he?”

Ayla frowned, responding defiantly. “We won’t let you, I won’t let you take over.” Her voice softened slightly as she added, "Besides, he's just a friend."

Hetraxa mouthed ‘Just’ in response as she burst into laughter, the sound ringing with an edge of amusement. “You act as if you’re the one in control now. Tell me, Ayla, just how many close calls have you had? How many lives have you wasted?” She picked up the Ysilla doll, cradling it as if it were a cherished possession. “They say an Arslan only has nine lives, after all.”

“That's preposterous,” Ayla muttered dismissively.

“Eight times!” Hetraxa's grin widened, her pointed fangs glistening ominously in the strange light. “I was surprised myself, and seven were just in this past year alone.” She continued to dote on the puppet, her swaying mirroring the tick-tock of the Ysilla doll's arms. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

Ayla was visibly shaken by this revelation. “That's not fair. We’re trying to do what's right.”

“Trying? There's no 'trying' in life or death. And don't even get me started on your lack of will. You can barely stand up for yourself, let alone others,” Hetraxa replied with a mocking tone, her finger trailing over the doll's arm to reposition it. “Let's have a closer look at each of those 'attempts'.”

The darkness surrounding them began to shimmer like Ayla's astral cloak, forming constellations that took on shape, colour, and substance. The scenes played out like fresh memories, each representing a brush with mortality that Ayla had narrowly escaped. The most recent was Wesca with her face in a grimace in the moments before pushing Ayla.

“Always trying to see the good in people. You could have chosen a better hill to die on that time.” Hetraxa pointing out the obvious.

The next scene was Marci, the girl was in dire straits as Ayla ran into the devouring swarm. “Aw, so sweet. Though it is a shame at how fast they grow up. One minute helpless darlings, the next moment they are robbing nobles. What’s next, murder?” Hetraxa rubbed her hands together as her eyes sparkled as she flicked through them one after another.

Ayla's eyes welled with tears as she watched each scenario, the rawness of those moments rushing back. Hetraxa's commentary accompanied each memory, taunting Ayla with the notion that she was simply wasting her chances at life.

The scenes continued to flicker, capturing moments of danger, sacrifice, and resilience. With every passing moment, Ayla's heart grew heavier, and her resolve wavered. Wildblood Zarina, Old Benny, Jocasta during Roses & Neskals, Heart in the ruins of Zaqhoria, the penultimate one in the desert…

Finally, the memories came to a painful halt, a scorching blank where a particular scene should have been. Ayla's head throbbed as if a fire was consuming her memories, and she winced in agony.

Hetraxa's voice broke through the haze, her gaze focused on the scene as she appeared seated and mimicking eating some kind of small snack. “You really do hate yourself, don't you? Dying time and again for those 'friends' of yours.”

“One doesn't hate oneself, don't be absurd,” Ayla retorted, her voice dripping with venom.

Hetraxa's attention shifted back to the scene, which now portrayed a younger Ayla, surrounded by flames, tears streaming down her face as she declared her self-loathing. It was a painful reminder of a time when her hurt her friends. It was the first time, the day when Ayla killed herself. Her stained dark since as she renounced who she was.

“There's a saying that 'denial' isn't just a river...” Hetraxa's tone turned thoughtful, almost contemplative.

Ayla clenched her fists, determination welling within her despite the overwhelming doubt that Hetraxa's words had seeded. “We won't let you define me. We've come this far, and we won't give up now.”

Startlingly, Hetraxa materialized beside Ayla, her voice a soft and gentle contrast to her previous taunts. “Oh, but you're missing the point, dear Ayla. This isn't about defining you. It's about saving you.”

Ayla's brow furrowed in confusion. “Saving me?”

Hetraxa's demeanour shifted again, her cheerfulness returning for a fleeting moment as she clapped her hands together before seriousness took over. “Yes. You've been evading your potential, your strength. I'm not here to destroy you; I'm here to make you stronger. You’re my vessel.”
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Ayla trembled, as if every fibre of her being fought against that thought. The world around them took on a visceral quality, responding in kind. The sky turned shades of red, casting an ominous hue, and the water at her feet transformed into a blood-like colour. The rhythmic beat of her heart seemed to echo throughout the space.

Hetraxa's expression grew darker as flames erupted around her, an eerie shade of deep red that carried a sinister aura. The flames expanded, forming a massive ring that encircled both of them. She created a circle in the air, conjuring a rift in reality—Ayla recognized it immediately as the Vozas. Hetraxa plunged her hand into the portal, her mouth moving as she communed with it. Withdrawing her hand, she revealed a large, burning sword. It was an Arcane sabre similar to Niallus's, but noticeably larger and burning with greater intensity.

Ayla began to retreat, finding herself confined by the dark red flames. Hetraxa approached with slow, confident steps, a domineering presence. Ayla's gaze remained fixed on the blade as she edged away along the fiery boundary.

Hetraxa, displeased by Ayla's evasive movements, observed her with growing irritation. Channelling her energy into the blade, she unleashed a forceful strike toward Ayla. The fire blade snaked through the air like a whip, its length growing as it closed in on Ayla's position. Ayla managed to evade the attack with quick movements, narrowly escaping its reach.

“Look at you, barely holding your ground. You're not fighting for your beliefs, you're clinging to your fear,” Hetraxa taunted, her blade continuing to lash out. It cornered Ayla, her options narrowing as she was backed into a corner.

A sense of impending doom gripped Ayla as Hetraxa closed in. How could she fight against Hetraxa and her formidable weapon? Desperately, Ayla mentally cast items aside, including her flute. Then it struck her—the Golden Lion Spell blade of Aur’iguul’adzong. The thought drew her attention to the blade hanging from her waist, as if it had been there the entire time. She clasped her hands around it, channelling her kinetic energy. The hilt vibrated within her grasp, and with a telltale hum, a blade of pure sonic energy emerged. As Hetraxa's attack came in, Ayla intercepted it, her blade clashing against the fiery strike. “No, I fight for what's right without losing my humanity!”

Ayla's guard was momentarily lowered, and Hetraxa seized the opportunity, striking her against the side. Ayla was sent sprawling onto the wet floor. Hetraxa's grimace revealed her satisfaction. “Humanity? Your humanity won't save you when the odds are stacked against you.”

The world trembled as the thrumming grew louder. The temperature increased, and the ground shook violently, as if an earthquake raged beneath them.

Breathing heavily, Ayla struggled to her feet. “No... We won't let you take over. We won't let you define my fate!”

A barrage of blows rained down from Hetraxa's fiery sword, but Ayla managed to deflect and parry them. Using her might, she knocked the sword aside, utilizing footwork to evade the relentless assault.

Hetraxa paused, her displeasure evident as she watched Ayla. “Stubborn, aren't you?” She extended her hand, causing the red flames to transform into an all-encompassing darkness. The flames seemed to pull light into a void, appearing distorted and ethereal. The darkness extended infinitely within itself, leaving only the flame's essential form suspended in a sea of darkness. The ring of flames began to shrink, the horizon fading into nothingness, as if erasing reality itself. “Behold Llama de la Oscuridad Eterna - The Flame of Eternal Darkness.”

Ayla surveyed her surroundings, determination growing as she charged at Hetraxa. Her sonic blade's intensity intensified as it clashed with Hetraxa's air-made weapon. Ayla's voice became her blade, her feet moved to the rhythm of her heart. Her strength grew, and she declared, “We're not defined by our mistakes or fears. We define ourselves by our actions!”

Hetraxa's fury surged, flames roared and flickered, clashing against Ayla's strength. Arcane versus Kinetic. Pyromancy versus Sonic. Red versus Blue. Darkness versus Light. The two locked onto each other, their fighting instinct unbridled.

As an inferno descended, fireballs erupted in the red water. Ayla dodged and weaved between them, launching a sonic stream at Hetraxa, sending her tumbling. Hetraxa landed gracefully like a cat, her fiery hair extending like tendrils. She retaliated, using her fiery hair as a weapon. Which Ayla countered using her enhanced nails like claws.

Hetraxa retreated, her dash leaving behind a trail of flame. She gazed intently at Ayla, the dark flame threatening to engulf them. There was nowhere to run as Hetraxa launched her final attack. She summoned a great pillar of fire, Marhazannet.

The blazing pillar seared Hetraxa's skin, her smile wide with anticipation of victory. Out of the flames emerged Ayla, having cast Sonic Shield! Roaring like a lion, she used all her strength to puncture through the pillar, her sonic blade slicing through Hetraxa.

Hetraxa's form began to dissolve, defeated. Her voice softened. “You did it. Now, take it.”

The world grew calmer as the dark flames subsided. Ayla's breathing and temperature returned to normal. She turned to watch Hetraxa's form vanishing, congealing into a dark orb. Ayla hesitated, then reached out. “Why? After everything?”

Hetraxa's gentle voice persisted, “Because I am the strength you deny. Embrace me, and you'll be whole.”

Ayla took a deep breath, holding the demon soul in her hands. The surroundings brightened, becoming serene. She whispered softly, “We'll accept your strength.” Raising the soul orb to her mouth, she bit into it.

The pain that followed was excruciating, feeling herself absorbing it. She screamed in torment.

“I'll always be a part of you.”

In The Hourglass Order → 1 yr ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Event: Primitive | Location: An Zenui
♫

The blue eyes of the Red Nashibansek Coon opened as the gruff voice spoke. The feline's keen senses started to pick up on its surroundings; his cat-like instincts tingled, aware of something magical in the air as he dangled from the scruff of his neck.

It was then a beautiful woman radiated curiosity and fascination toward him, his eyes widened as she approached. He picked up on the mixture of emotions in her aura, his eyes following her movements as she got closer, his ears twitching to catch every sound as she spoke.

The woman cradled him in her arms, feeling her touch—gentle and warm. Her aura resonated with intrigue and wonder, igniting a similar sense of excitement within him. His tail twitched with the thrill of being noticed and cared for. He nuzzled into her hand, sinking his claws lovingly—and painfully—through her clothing to make contact with her, infusing himself with her essence to create a unique connection. He now knew her as Ayla, the Lioness of Varrahasta, witnessing a home full of cats and creatures just like himself—a place known as Heaven.

Words began to take shape in his mind, sounds having meaning, enabling him to understand language such as Avincian spoken, but his thoughts adopted a pattern known as Torragonese. And he heard a powerful word called a 'Name,' and at that moment, the meaning came to him—a name represents a piece of his identity, a word that echoes his essence through the tapestry of existence. It was a name that the heavenly maiden had just christened him with, 'Nyan-Acan!' However, after much talking, they spoke of this as a sacred name, an alternative identity perhaps, with a simpler name provided of 'Benny,' after a copper coin of great worth and value.

Benny began to sense the tension in the air and the impending change. His attention was drawn to their voices, the cadence of their speech, the emotions interwoven with their words. Something was not right; he grew restless and wary as he refused the other woman’s advances toward him, squirming to warn Ayla, as he looked up to meow toward her. "Oh, dear Ayla, something's not bueno. See how my tail swishes and my corazón beats fast? Listen, there's danger."

The divine maiden only sought to relax him; he felt that chemical magic radiate soothing energy as his restlessness subsided. When the servant brought the cactus wine, he noticed the shifting dynamics between the pair, his attention flickering between their exchange of words. He used all his might to fight through that chemical magic; perhaps if he could get away, she would follow him. His paws twitched with eagerness as he escaped and was free to explore, darting in pursuit of a gecko. "¡Olé! A scurrying lizard, Ayla! Watch as we chase that little diablito, moving you away from imminent peril."

The scene takes a dark turn; the sudden shift in auras, the rise of uncertainty and fear. He watched as the poison took effect on his beloved maiden. His body tensed as he sensed the duel of magic, the conflicting energies. Urgency and panic filled the air. In the chaos, Benny's instincts guided him as he witnessed Ayla fall; his heart raced with a mix of distress and helplessness as the scene unfolded before his eyes. "By the whiskers of the great Nyan-Acan! We shall not let this tragedy unfold. With swift paws and a brave heart, we leap to rescue you, dear Ayla."

His determination surged as he leaped from the balcony’s edge; his tail flicked and swayed with purpose. In the air, his magical energy blended with his intention, interacting with the surrounding environment. He envisioned a protective weave—the vibrant cloth coverings, laundry lines, and other textiles responded to his unspoken command.

Colours blurred, fabric danced as if to an invisible rhythm, his thoughts acting like a conductor's baton; his tail was a magical needle. "With claws sharp as navajas and weaver's skill, I conjure a protective manto. Look, Ayla, as the fabrics dance, a shelter woven by fate's breeze." The cloth bent, folded, and intertwined, weaving an intricate lattice that stretched beneath Ayla’s falling form. The fabric cushioned her fall as it embraced her, wrapping around her like a dangling cocoon. Landing expertly on his feet, he looked up to witness the completed work. His focus began to shift from the suspended safety net to the urgent task at hand—finding help.

He remembered the term ‘human’, what Ayla was, which set her apart from the others. His senses, sharpened by his unique attributes, guided him through the bustling town. His heightened sense of smell led him through winding alleys scented with spices, earth, and the activity of humans.

Benny’s tail swayed in rhythm with his determined steps, his keen eyes scanning the surroundings, seeking any familiar aura or trace. He caught snippets of conversations, glimpses of daily life, but his focus remained steadfast as his intuition guided him.

Finally, as if drawn by an invisible thread, his instincts led him to a nearby house, his tail flicking with anticipation as he sensed a familiar scent from within. Without hesitation, he approached, his heart pounding with a mix of relief and urgency. In a display of agility, Benny leaped onto a windowsill, peering through to spot Marci within. He let out a soft, determined meow, conveying urgency to the girl inside. "Vamos, human! Follow mi camino, carved by the hot wind. Soy Benny el gran Nyan-Acan, and we'll guide you to save Ayla!"


In Welcome to Vradia → 1 yr ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

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
@Mechromancer Dorothea
@Jamesyco Torsten
@Red Wizard Simbelmynë
ꌚ ꂦ ꐇ ꋊ ꂠ ꋖ ꌅ ꁲ ꀯ ꀗ
♫


Amandine attempted to patiently wait for Dorian to arrive, but a mischievous smile crossed her lips as the two Elvians had their conversation. “Don’t pay Feline too much mind; nicknames are a sign of companionship and friendship,” she noted. Her attention turned to Faline, “As for her shapeshifting ability: Maybe she's born with it, maybe it's Simbelmynë.” She shrugged her shoulders, leaving the answer unspoken.

Her eyes watched Dorian as he entered, placing items on the table in front of them. She peered over each one, studying the pattern on each, gleaning insights from them. Thankfully, her own token was faced up with the open fist symbol.

The Oath of the Concealed, a most curious collection of individuals, each from different backgrounds and specialities. She analysed the information and began to make deductions about the individuals and the roles they might play. Her own role seemed to align with that of a scout and historian.

The discussion of predecessors brought forth interesting points. Mousey's concern for her mother was understandable. As for herself, she could imagine that her Shifu, ꁲꁅꍩꁲꂠ, would be classified as a kind of father figure. Feline referred to herself as a lone wolf, perhaps due to her singular purpose in searching for someone dear to her. Her eyes glanced over Bear and Rabbit, unable to make any deductions beyond the observation that Rabbit was clearly far from her comfort zone.

It was curious how the Elvian shapeshifter was the first to sign up for the task at hand. Amandine had reckoned her to be the most sceptical among them, considering her people's indifference to the Empire's rules. And the other three? Well, they were human, which spoke for itself. This only meant one thing: she had to play along with this charade for now. She had been planning to remain quiet until a thought entered her mind, prompting her to ask, “Is this related to Duskrot?”



In Welcome to Vradia → 1 yr ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

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
@WhiteAngel25 Faline
@Mechromancer Dorothea
@Jamesyco Torsten
@Red Wizard Simbelmynë
ꌚ ꂦ ꐇ ꋊ ꂠ ꋖ ꌅ ꁲ ꀯ ꀗ
♫


Amandine moved her hand to take hold of the Elvian's own, pulling it closer to inspect the girl's token. “Pretty goats,” she commented as she examined both sides before releasing the hand with a wink. She brought a finger to her lips as she considered her answer. “I have absolutely no idea what it means.” She looked around at the others in the room, especially casting a suspicious glance at the enigmatic response from the healer poet. “I suppose we will find out when Sir Dorian graces us with his presence, then.” She moved with a bounce in her step as she approached Dorothea, walking around her as she observed the girl up and down, as if taking mental notes. She then did the same with Torsten, nodding with some approval before returning to stand alongside Faline once again.

In Welcome to Vradia → 1 yr ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
I'm growing on the idea that Simbel will deadpan a lot. The poor girl is used to speaking with trees, for gods sake - she can't be expected to understand such advanced civilized interactions as quips and japes!


On the plus side, she didn't take it in a bad way!
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