Tlaloc

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Regalia

Never had a chance to respond to the combat stuff, but it looks really cool. Never really done anything like it, so can't provide any valuable feedback, but at the very least I'm excited to see how it goes. Love the effort put into the design too.

Regalia

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[Location] Landow, Estren
[Time] Sunday, 07:00 AM
[Mentions] @rabidbacon & @Silly

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Cassiel mused silently as the amethyst’s carrier explained herself, inviting him to study her offering with a closer admiration. Indeed, light and dark were forces that were defined by the very existence of their antithesis. This was true in a very literal sense, inasmuch as a candle’s light might swell to banish its surrounding darkness, as the woman had posited. It was also true in a more figurative sense. After all, Ultima had chosen he; a turbulent, motherless no-body, to fill with her light. Indeed, he was beautiful, and he was gifted, and he was charming; but he had been no choir-boy in his youth, nor was he a pious devotee in adulthood. He cared very little for religion, save for what it offered him. He cared little for Ultima, save for what She offered him. He indulged in uncouth vices, he sinned without remorse; but he reasoned that any sacrilegious behaviours that he beheld would be forgiven by Ultima, or at least overlooked — for he was chosen for a reason. One did not need to be innately good and pure to be blessèd; as with a dark room, a troubled soul would be exonerated of their discrepancies when bathed in Her radiance. While the Resplendency would never admit to such beliefs, they too felt the same way. After all, Beth still lurked within the regal halls of Malkuth — ne'er in all of Libra would a more sunken, lightless soul be found; a woman whose countenance was of darkness uncompromised, and yet she was among Cetra’s most prized assets. Cassiel had long since accepted that true good and evil were imbecilic concepts used to keep children from misbehaving. The reality was, as he had learned through firsthand experience, is that the Gods either favoured you, or they didn’t.

"“Does this offering meet Her Radiance’s approval?”"

Cassiel’s brow furrowed. Regardless of the thought exercise, he mistrusted the stranger. He knew a provocateur when he heard one. This woman hadn’t yielded the gem in good faith alone, that much was clear — she had sought to draw out a reaction, and whether or not the incitement was cynical or well-meaning, he was unsure. He sighed, mulling over a response, but was interrupted by a furore that rippled across the crowd. The sky cried, this time far more violently than he had seen in some time.

"Has Uilethoir blessed us?," she continued.

Cassiel glanced back at her, brow furrowed. He would learn who she was later; he'd set one of his assistants to task on a dossier. It seemed to him that, whoever she was, she had came her to appraise him. For what reason? He did not know.

Before the conversation could continue, security flocked around him; not only sensing the disturbance of the meteor shower, but likely having also received executive orders to escort him to a designated point. He obliged as they requested his acquiescence, for the moment had been snatched away. He locked eyes again with Aethalos momentarily as his detail ushered him forth, hoping that she would oblige him with a private conversation later.

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Need some advice starting a roleplay.

Absolutely, that's exciting! Starting your own RP can be a rewarding experience. First, think about the setting and theme you want to explore. This is your chance to craft a world, so delve into the details—what are the rules, the culture, the conflict? Having a clear foundation can guide the narrative and help participants immerse themselves in the story.
Next, consider character dynamics. You want to create a space where players can develop complex relationships and arcs. Encourage diversity in character creation, allowing various personalities and backgrounds to bring richness to the RP.
Also, establish some guidelines upfront. Clear expectations can prevent misunderstandings and keep things smooth and fun for everyone involved. And lastly, don't forget the importance of flexibility. While having a general direction is great, the best RPs often evolve differently than planned, shaped by the creativity and interaction of the players. Embrace that unpredictability—it’s part of what makes roleplaying so thrilling.

@Clooneyblast

Can we please stop with the chat gpt for fucks sake

Hider

Regalia

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[Location] Landow, Estren
[Time] Sunday, 06:30 AM
[Mentions] @rabidbacon & @Silly

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Ahead was the shrine of his own Dominant, where the cold beauty of Ultima was carved into curving stone. Before it, an altar. While many had gathered in the surrounding area to witness Cassiel’s arrival, there were two women who stood, seemingly engaged in conversation, who did not rush to greet him. One wore purple; he did not recognise her. The other — a familiar face, but one he hadn’t seen in a while. He approached, his footfalls echoing softly along cobbled path, with the adoring onlookers encouraged by security to keep their distance after the prior incident.

“Aethalos. I wasn’t sure if I would see you again.”

He spoke in a calm, neutral tone; body language distant and unrevealing. He still held an air of respect about him in the presence of his old tutor, but he was well aware of her antagonism towards his nation. She had proven herself an enemy of Cetra — which, by all accounts, meant that she should be an enemy of Cassiel. He didn’t quite feel that way, in truth. He still felt lingering kinship there, but was careful not to show it, lest he seem disloyal to the cause. Though the thought had crossed his mind that Aethalos might’ve had hidden motives during her service to Cetra, he found her to be generally trustworthy, and had mostly abandoned his suspicions; after all, it didn’t take much to make an enemy of Cetra, and he cared little about the political nuances that were often at play in his nation’s many conflicts.

Cassiel had suffered many belligerent mentors. It was said that the strongest metal would withstand the harshest flame, and the same philosophy could be applied to Cetrite teaching methods. To be an idol — to be perfect — was to be be beaten down so many times, to fail and be scorned over and over, until eventually there was nothing left to be corrected. This was the gauntlet that Cassiel had passed through in his adolescence; the process of changing a boy named Amon into a god named Cassiel. He held a great deal of resentment for many of his teachers; those who had destroyed his self-confidence, and scolded his imperfections. Aethalos was one who he had no hatred for. Perhaps it was a foolish thought, but in Cassiel’s mind, they had been something like friends. She had helped to teach him how to fight; they would train with rudimentary practice blades, or she would train him through rigorous physical challenges. For so many years, she had been so much stronger than him. As he grew into a man, the gap closed, and a spirited rivalry had formed; they shared banter with one another, pushed each other to be better. He missed those days. They were uncomplicated.

“Cassiel,” she replied, before pausing. She seemed unsure how to regard him; her instincts demanded a salute, or a bow of the head, but neither came, glancing over at one of the Votaran guards assigned to her detail. “Fate is… strange,” she continued, scanning him as if to gauge sincerity — trying to read if his restraint was another part of the veneer. Sensing a measure of sincerity, she allowed herself to relax somewhat, feeling around in her jacket, as if looking for something, before remembering she had already given the flask away.

He looked back at her, sensing her uncertainty. It was strange and uncomfortable, but it was to be expected. After all, this was their first meeting since her unceremonious departure from Cetra. Indeed, fate was strange. Aethalos was no one of great importance when he had first met her, but now she was Regalia. The same had happened once before, with Anima’s Regalia. It was curious indeed, but surely just eerie coincidence.

“Did they have you sign a document?,” she asked bluntly. “They had me sign it. I did.”

He saw a wariness in her eyes — perhaps even a fear. She spoke to him not as Cassiel, her student and sparring partner; but as Cassiel, the poster-child of Cetra. He wasn’t sure of the particulars of how her allegiances came to be severed with his country, but clearly they had embittered her to not only Cetra, but any who represented it. He felt a twinge of annoyance, but buried it. He wouldn’t make a fool of himself, here was not the place; now was not the time.

“I’m not one to shirk rules,” he lied, nonchalant. “Maybe we can talk later, privately. Who’s your friend?”

Seeking to bypass the irritation he felt for his interaction with Aethalos, he studied the other woman; and more focally, the item she had brought with her. Upon the altar, an unusual offering had been proffered: a dark amethyst — certainly a non-traditional offering to the Lady of Light. Did Cassiel really care about tradition? Not particularly. Did this unusual tribute demand his attention? Absolutely. He was the one to restore order, to ensure Ultima’s will was enacted most efficiently. Any discretions upon Her name were his responsibility to address. Secondly, it was worth considering that this amethyst, in its contrast to the otherwise lustrous aspect of the shrine, was a statement of some kind — a theological question posited to Cassiel — a challenge meant to test him. Of course, while these kinds of thoughts oft rushed through Cassiel’s mind, they were rarely rational. He saw manipulations and machinations in the actions of every stranger he came across, searching for sinister intent. A form of projection, indeed, but also a survival mechanism. He’d been burned before, more than once, by sycophants and parasites; it was wise to assume any and every individual he met had some kind of ulterior motive, and, to some degree, to have one himself.

“An unorthodox choice for an offering to Her Radiance,” he said calmly, though his eyes held an intensity. “It does not reflect Her light.”

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^{[Cassiel & Aethalos in training.]}

just want to say hi and make some friends

@Tlaloc Yes!! Nothing this serious on our end (just a few laps around the lake perhaps) but fun fact, the Appalachian Trail runs through the state park we'll be staying at! So there's hardcore ultralite backpacker types moving through there, like, all the time!

@TokyoPewPew

Now that's what I call a hangover cure

from pictures I've seen the appalachian trail looks stunning

just want to say hi and make some friends

@Chronic@Tlaloc@wheels Just so you guys know, I'm going camping from tomorrow thru Thursday! It's gonna be a lot of fun! :) But that means I won't be there to wish you happy days :(

So while I still can......happy Tuesday, happy Wednesday, and happy Thursday, too!!!

@TokyoPewPew

That is awesomesauce bestie, I am also going camping in a few weeks. Any hiking?

just want to say hi and make some friends

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Good.

Brightened my Monday morning! Happy week ya'all. :D

@Lith

Why so toxic?

just want to say hi and make some friends

This is neat and all but maybe we could get a thread where we wish people good days in off topic or spam forum?

Can see it pulling numbers.

@Lith

Nah

Anyways, happy monday everyone