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A Titan's Retribution [GRIMHJALL CLAIM] |
Posted by: erside - 7 hours ago - Forum: Public Events
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And so, I shall be your sword.
With my pointing edge, a new time will come to pass after so long.
To undo that painful scar you caused.
It took only one expedition to root out the influence of the Demon, Varrach. To see it undone and revoked entirely from our world so that it may no longer be a threat. Hundreds of threats vanquished within minutes, demons eradicated at the hands of the heroes that accompanied Bartomeus Wilkinsson, the Inheritor. Vdalion's ruins lay uncovered, and with it the Phoenix Core that contained the power to cleanse the Mount once and for all. To use the energy in a ritual that would forever end the era that brought so much pain into the lives of Meranthe, so that a new one may take over in a guiding principle that man shall rule Meranthe again.
With the True Giant heralding the Sundered Enclave, they finally reach the goal they set out to do so long ago. Victory over the demons, a new home of Giants and a volcanic Hearth reclaimed in the name of peace and prosperity for years to come. A crusade against chaos, that ended successfully with the death of Catildre, Goddess of Discord, with the only issue being the inheritors she implanted onto the land.
Looming threats border Meranthe once more, but before moving onto a new chapter, it must first close its most crucial one. A step forward, to better the world despite all the chaos, agony and pain that befall it during these trying times.
DATE: FRIDAY 22ND
TIME: 4:30 PM EST
LOCATION: GRIMHJALL, THE SITE OF RAGNAROK
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A Demon Chooses, A Servant Obeys |
Posted by: Observing Future - 9 hours ago - Forum: Biographies
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Ever since that Pact was formed with Mahatma, I've found myself writing more. Being more watchful, analyzing things, thinking things over. I can only assume it is a side-effect of melding ones spiritual essence together. I'll write myself one of those silly little 'journals', I see some mortals carry around. I've collected a few in my scavenging runs every so often. The things one can find in ruined buildings or tucked in hidden alcoves in the wild is entertaining on its own! I think it shall detail my thoughts on my past, my present, my future. Strange to ponder about all three, rather than merely living in the moment.
Anyway, I digress. Many of my kin howl to the moon with their ambitions, with desires of a grand hunt. But I have always been the abomination amongst my own. Indulgent was I, in my earlier evolution. I became benign, strong enough for my own servants to play with, strong enough that meals would be bestowed upon me. My encounter with a young Mahatma showed me that I was never strong enough, and yet I indulged in the splendors of wealth, scavenging, grasping and squeezing what entertainment I could from my abysmally dull existence.
When I heard of the expedition, I saw an opportunity. To appease someone of a higher position, to obtain even more. More splendors, more wealth, a place of prestige and recognition. Someplace where I could do even less work, with less effort. Treasures from some backwater land with barely a note of anything but some silly 'Tower'.
Than I witnessed my Lord.
There is something to be said about someone so awe-inspiring. In strength, in speech, in raw capability. It was everything I should aspire to be. And yet, I do not. His gaze can be fierce enough to silence my laughter. His movements carried with poise and posture. He could cut me down without so much as unsheathing his blade, and I had known that the moment I had seen him. This is why the hunt does not matter to one such as myself. In that minuscule moment, I came to realize what my purpose was. It was to serve. Serve the Lord Sages, the Demon King, and those they deem appropriate to follow. I do not need recognition for my actions. I do not need to be protected. I do not need the 'Pack', I only need the Will of my Lord. For his Will, and those he deems as appropriate for me to obey, are the desires I have. I have no value of this 'kinship', I only seek to see what is most beneficial to my Lord.
Such was the nature of the Trials of Claw and Fang. The strongest was already dictated long before, when Ignolf first bested me. But what followed was a judgement of each of their failings, each of their capabilities. Who stood out the most, and who floundered in the face of battle, how they hunted, how they perceived the Trials. What they would say on the eve of battle. There were many that were passionate, many that were strong. But only a few made me ponder most hard. Yet every little detail was noted, every little detail taken down and presented.
It tickles my fancy so. To see the fruits of my labors being reaped by my Lord.
But these things set me aside from this so-called Pack of Hunters. It is what makes me 'special' and yet expendable and useless all the same. Should I die, nothing will change, nor will anything matter. Should I live, I simply continue my eternal servitude, with a nice slice of my particular brand of eccentric madness and self indulgence! After all, the Struggle always awaits, and yearns for more. To watch mortals step away from their precious morality, and become something so much more tangible and delightful.
This was most amusing to simply write my ramblings within. Perhaps I'll do it again sometime.
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The Claim To Bring Change |
Posted by: tearsofthelost - Yesterday, 07:18 PM - Forum: Public Events
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After being spotted leaving The Gluttony's Maw, and many back and forth letters between Uriah and Akroma of The Frontier. A short period of time where there would be nothing but silence when it comes toward the intent with The Castle while everyone did their own work in silence, until it would be broken by one singular announcement presented by a man, carrying the distinct smell of death on him as he revealed his intent for all to see.
Quote:"To Mero,
From our last exchange, a lingering sense settled deep within me.
A sense urging a choice to be made. After conversing with those close to my heart, my resolve to do what I must solidified. I could've opted to support you, aiding in defending the fortress whilst it remained an adversary to the world. I could've engaged in an endless, futile struggle, casting myself as a villain akin to you and my father. But I refuse.
The Castle holds significance for many, its memories and tales must endure long enough to last for a time beyond mine. The Maw is not a place for those who only know how to play the world's villain. It transcends that. It stands as a haven for kinship and a place for its own people to tell their stories however they may see fit.
My forebears - my father, grandfather, grandmother, great-grandfather, and great-grandmother - all told their distinct yet interconnected tales. Some may argue my decision forsakes them, that I oppose their legacy, that I tread a path far different from theirs. But I disregard such sentiments. I am not them, I am my own person, forging my own path as I walk through it. This remains immutable.
I choose to confront The Castle to preserve it, despite the inevitable backlash that I will have to face. No matter my decision, animosity will follow. Yet, I accept accountability for my decision. During our conversation, I presented you with an ultimatum, Surrender The Castle willingly or I will take it by force. I stand to the former. It was never a choice, but always an offer. You told me that the next time I'd come by with wishes to challenge you, I should bring an army? Then so be it. Though I sought to minimize it, bloodshed is unavoidable.
I, Uriah Dominic, hereby proclaim my intention to seize control of The Castle. Let our blades sing, and may the best man win."
OBJECTIVE: CLAIM THE MAW
CHALLENGE: URIAH DOMINIC V MERO SHADECREST
SETTINGS: TBD
DATE: TBD
(This is a raid post, there's likely a follow up post coming)
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Love |
Posted by: Save - Yesterday, 07:04 PM - Forum: Biographies
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Upon the nights I found myself walking through the grass, a person caught my attention.
I don't know what was it, I never learned about these things. You two left too early before I could be guided.
. . .
What I do know, is that something in me changed.
Once again, I can remember how is it to entangle your arms on another.
To smile at them, without ill purpose or negativity.
How is it to feel love, to be loved.
I remember what it feels to be human.
Those nights where my dad used to chant songs from the sea.
Or the food my mom prepared before going to bed.
. . .
I miss those times.
I miss when everything was simple, when I embraced myself in the love of others.
When my dream was to become a pirate, ruler of the seas.
When I was a kid.
. . .
I think you two would be proud of me.
Don't you worry, paradise is in the making.
I do it for you, mom.
I do it for you, dad.
I do it for her.
. . .
I'm sure everything will go fine.
Your dear son, Libertato Marino.
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Underneath the Blood Moon |
Posted by: KaneRage - Yesterday, 04:00 PM - Forum: Public Events
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A calling rings out to all who have the witch markings of Ba’al.
Those who have worshiped or enshrined their worship as apostates are visited by a Phantom in their Dreams, their identities revealed through the book of Shadows and the calling of the Nightmare Demon towards their destination.
Quote:“The Blood Moon fast approaches. On the Eve of Bloodshed and war, we will celebrate in a Black Sabbath to welcome the newest Apostle of Ba’al.”
-Shadow Shaman Eranath.
The Dreary messages end there, and those who had the Dream would awaken in cold sweats. The location embedded in their minds,
the ritual would soon occur.
Date: ???
Location: ???
OOC:
PM or Message or DM (Discord: KaneRage)
Eranath, for details if this affects you!
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「 Patient Hunter 」 |
Posted by: tenias - Yesterday, 06:15 AM - Forum: Biographies
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Upon those grassy fields, the wolf fought viciously. A contest had taken place between one's Holy against another's Occult,
It was then when the youth declared...
"You fight for your friends, I've heard it from one of your wolves before! You're like a family. I understand that because I value my family a lot... I love them."
The wolf paused, as if time itself had stopped.
". . I have no family, vermin . ."
It was then when a flurry of memories struck them at their core,
Of the past. Of the very distant past.
It was then when an elderly wolf looked down upon a youthful cub
A past long buried.
In that same instance, a flash of white scattered red.
It spread all throughout the fields,
The elder wolf beheaded, and now all that was seen from the wolf's viewpoint..
..Was an ancient demon, clothed in layers of white and silver.
Just as they looked in the past, their image remained the same
In place of the elder wolf, the young cub, now grown, glared upwards to the Sage
A large gash across their torso, almost enough to completely cut them in half.
In those moments, the wolf attempted to utter out in between pained breaths,
"Il...y...san...der..!"
Their thoughts rung out, but their body could not support such a declaration
If they spoke further, that would've been death, they'd be assured.
But in that moment, what they'd wanted to convey...
'With every figment of my being,
I despise you, Ilysander.'
...Was left unsaid, the wolf's fiery gaze remaining steadfast
Even when near death, they kept their eyes on their objective.
Naught but moments later, the wolf stood in front of the Sage.
". . My Lord."
They bowed, yet their gaze beholden with malice.
The wolf lived, a new mark on their torso.
Refusing death, despite the odds.
Truly, Demons only live . . .
. . . Through hate alone.
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The Toothpick of Ualdir |
Posted by: Heimdalic_Dreams - Yesterday, 05:28 AM - Forum: Events
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Gloomy Tales, Issue 1
Erasmus, the youthful champion and scion, of House Equisol, found himself in the presence of the esteemed lady Oracle, Ysayl dul Vique, feeling a blend of eagerness and apprehension. His aspirations of showcasing his valor and establishing a reputation for himself by traversing the vast plains with a resolute spirit and a sword stained with blood had always been a cherished dream - little did he anticipate that this opportunity would manifest in the shape of a noble mission, a Task, bestowed upon him by the Oracle herself.
Ysayl dul Vique was renowned across the territories of Gloomlight as a sagacious and influential leader, a force of unwavering resolve, ever inclined to harm those who warranted it - and it was rumored that she possessed the auspicious gift of foresight, to assist in guiding those who sought her wisdom.
Standing before her, Erasmus, towering at ten feet five inches, humbly knelt to bring himself to a more suitable height of five feet to meet the lady's gaze. The Oracle's penetrating lilac eyes appeared to delve into the depths of his being. Her voice resonated with authority and comfort as she addressed him, for he had surely deserved as much.
'Erasmus, scion of House Equisol, the mightiest and most handsome among all the Equsols - I have discerned remarkable potential within you. You, and only you, have exhibited the bravery and fortitude required to embark on a quest that will challenge your resolve and validate your heroism.'
Erasmus felt a surge of pride and determination at her words. He had always known that he was destined for greatness, and now the Oracle was confirming it. But as she continued, his excitement turned to apprehension.
'Your trial is clear, young hero. You must steal a Toothpick from the mighty Pantheon god, Ualdir. He is renowned as the fiercest god in attitude and embodiment of fiery fury each. Many have tried and failed to steal the artifact from him, but I have seen that you have what it takes to succeed.'
Erasmus's heart raced at the thought of facing such a powerful and fearsome deity. But he knew that this was his chance to prove himself, to etch his legacy in the annals of history. He bowed his head in reverence to the Oracle,
and accepted the quest.
Attendees: The six foot something, well known as the weakest of the Equisol, Erasmus.
Risk: Up to You! This doesn't need to be serious at all, even.
Reward: No idea! Just having fun, here!
DM: TBD
Discord: Heimdalic Dreams
Theme: Fucking Around [70/100], Finding Out [85/100]. A one legged maybe-occulted-madness-inflicted Detective climbing the side of a lava mountain to look for a place that likely doesn't exist.
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Bodies in the Water |
Posted by: Shianny - Yesterday, 03:40 AM - Forum: Events
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Twisted, turning, and non-sensical words.
They come on a fussy motion; An unending and intense whirlpool, dragging everything, everyone on its reach to the depths of a drowning closure that held, in fact, absolutely no conclusions to never-asked questions that lingered intently across the air on a theatrical tragedy.
The spectacle has an ambivalent crowd.
Some of them pursued it.
Others, stumbled by mere accident.
And then, there are those who were pulled in.
Pulled, and forced to embrace.
Pulled, and needing an embrace.
Pulled, and drowned at the embrace.
The stage beyond is coated by a dense, thick mist.
You don't need to decipher all the stories beneath.
Sometimes, a single hint is more than enough.
You do not recognize the bodies in the water.
You do not recognize the bodies in the water.
You do not recognize the bodies in the water...
Attendees: Eyihl + 2-3 others
Risk: HCoD
Reward: TBD
Themes: Void, Madness, Paranoia, Hallucinations, Horror, Eldritch, Curses
DM: I have no mouth and I must BEG.
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Housing Auction : Arcadia |
Posted by: Avee - Yesterday, 02:11 AM - Forum: In Character
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Arcadia Housing Auction
Currently : Open
Due to high demand in the Arcadian housing market, Leadership has deemed fit to Auction this unit of housing.
A cozy creek-side cottage nestled within the cliffs of Arcadia. An open floor plan, no backyard management, hardwood flooring. – Potential buyers who look at this listing know to expect a cottage-core, move-in ready home. The people who view this home will likely value these amenities highly!
Requirements :
All exterior decorations must adhere to Arcadian aesthetics.
Must be potential buyer's Primary Home.
Auction Rules :
Auction will close March 20, 2024.
Bidding will Start at 40,000c.
Bidding must be done in increments of 1000c.
Post Here on the Forums regarding your Bid using the following format.
If you aren't a good match for Arcadia, your bid will be disregarded, and the next highest bid shall be used.
Name :
Bid :
Comments are Optional.
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