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| The Flames of the Heart, Act II |
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Posted by: ASignalInTheNoise - 07-12-2025, 08:39 PM - Forum: Events
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The Realm in Flames.
Mortals from Aetius had tread upon it's hallowed grounds, in search of something - redemption, meaning, or simply value.
They had been lucky to escape with their lives.
Now - in the grip of avarice and ambition, they seek to rend upon the veil and return to the Realm of the War God once more.
Murmurs abound that they intend to humble the War God within his own domain - or steal something of great value.
Is it folly, or promethean inspiration?
Attendees: The Brave of Aetius.
Risk: VERY HIGH CHANCE OF DEATH. VERY DEADLY. HCOD OR MORE.
Rewards: Ancient knowledge. Development to be disclosed to the DM. A good time.
Themes:
What folly inspires Man to try to steal fire from the gods?
Ambition, greed, anger, or a longing for more.
He who covets shall see his ultimate punishment for daring to try.
And yet the Spark of revenge does not die easy, for the first flame burns so brightly within those who had known it's touch.
Stealing fire from the Gods.
David Vs Goliath.
A slave striking at the slavemaster.
Avenging the first flame.
DM: Searching.
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| IN THE HADAL DEPTHS OF THE GAPING ABYSS IS THE CURE TO MY BEDHEAD [event :3] |
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Posted by: Somnic Finch - 07-12-2025, 03:03 AM - Forum: Events
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Pscaelan imports ranged from near and far. From the odd to the ominous, its under-mentioned port scene was a font of wealth for many prospective traders of dubious goods, and a bazaar of curiosities for the buyers of Meranthe- at least, willing to dip their toes into a place that some would describe as full of 'evil, bad people.'
Among the delights of its various merchants, nestled betwixt 'genuine' demons-blood, pilfered Aenite relics, local-brewed potions and other miscellanea of exotic and dubious nature, one Sirius Kess discovered a miraculous thing:
Artisanal shampoo-conditioner. Excellent in every way for taming her long, unruly hair. Luxurious in texture and scent. Exquisitely pleasing to her sensibilities. Yes, she bought it for years upon arriving to Meranthe. It's her secret to perfectly glossy, wavy brown locks.
But now, Pscaela is gone.
And Sirius Kess Needs Her Fucking Shampoo (because she ran out)
DIVERS.
- Sirius Kess
- A ship crew of Sirenian NPCs
- Anyone stupid or thrifty enough to dredge the remains of Pscaela
DUNGEON MASTER.- Anyone stupid enough to run this
- If you are, contact _modernmilly on discord
RISK. - Suffocation
- Crushing pressure
- The black rage of Inki
- The Bends
- The drowned remnants of Evil
- Paranoia
REWARD. - ARTISANAL SHAMPOO (magical? evil?)
- Plunder from the sunken ruins of Pscaela
- Regret
"Who the hell is autistic enough to go diving for soap?"
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| Dune |
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Posted by: GriddyCannister - 07-11-2025, 07:15 PM - Forum: Events
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Long after escaping from chains, it is those same shackles they return to. At least, to the Continent that held them, for a time. There is a shared, unanswered question between two siblings; their house name. Usually, a Priest would visit to bestow such, however, those born into slavery are without that privilege. What the siblings did possess, were two Identical pendants, worn from time and hardship, bearing a crest they do not recognize.
With little more than a memory and a direction, the brothers begin their journey south. Across the volatile jungles of Gehenna and into the arid reach of Sarradia, all in hopes of unravelling a secret their Mother kept to her grave.
Attendees: FOIC
Risk: Up to DM!
Reward: House Name, rest up to DM
Themes: Adventure, Identity, Jungle, Desert, Survival
DM: MirroredVisage
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| Grand Auction |
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Posted by: radio - 07-11-2025, 06:28 PM - Forum: Public Events
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A final outing for the Shogun of Xuefeng as the last pieces of their treasures are loaded into wagons and sent across Meranthe. There is one final stop before crossing into the borders of the Ruby Empire far east.
Maybe large pieces are to be offered in a live auction open for all to attend. Word spreads and rumors open of a few.
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SATURDAY 7/12 - 2PM EST
773, 834, 1
(The Shogun reserves the right to refuse bids from any individuals they deem as unsavory.)
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| Fairy of COURAGE: The Krausmas Rescue!!! |
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Posted by: Merluzina - 07-11-2025, 06:09 AM - Forum: Events
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Quote:After being revealed in a dream by Mother YGGDRASIL, Chesire travels through dimensions in search of children kidnapped by Faelings who despise and want to ruin the celebration of Krausmas.
Quote:OBJECTIVE: RESCUE THE LOST CHILDREN
REWARDS: Gratitude and blessings from Yggdrasil, Increased reputation among the realms and fae., Magical artifacts linked to the LIFESTREAM
DANGER: COD/ HCOD
GROUP: CHESIRE AND MUDSY + LADY MELIONETTE + QUEEN FULUMI + LYS'RIA + MASTER NADIR
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| Cynclaire's Counseling Clinic |
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Posted by: Peepers - 07-10-2025, 05:27 PM - Forum: In Character
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A relatively simplistic poster is seen in the major cities- aside from Viritas- advertising what appears to be counseling services.
Quote:Is there something you've needed to get off of your chest? Something that you can't tell if it's good or bad to release?
Something that you're afraid those you're close to might judge you for, or are scared they might be hurt by?
Perhaps you're simply not feeling well. Perhaps you're uncertain how or what you're feeling.
No matter what ails you, or what doesn't ail you, you aren't alone.
My name is Cynclaire. I'm a Counselor that will hear you out and give you support and advice as needed.
To be very clear, I do not promise immediate gains, nor a cure to all that you have. That is up to you, I am merely a guide.
Your ailments and personal issues will never be aired out without your absolute consent, as your privacy is very important.
Please Note: I do not use magical or mystical means to treat these issues unless absolutely necessary, and only with the consent of the patient.
If you're interested at all in scheduling an appointment, please send a letter to 'Cynclaire'. I will reply as soon as I am able.
If you cannot send a letter, I can often be found in the Delphinan areas- Arcadia and Dal'Thala, to be exact.
Further information can be asked for if required.
Treatment is free of charge, but donations are welcome.
((OOC: If you want to schedule a scene and I am not online, please DM Peepingpeeper on discord. Thank you!))
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| Hatred born of a song. |
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Posted by: awwlie - 07-10-2025, 05:47 AM - Forum: Biographies
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This earworm, it devours me - it eats me alive. I hate it, no - I hate YOU for what you did.
no..
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Oh, misguided fox,
chasing the stars,
Thought you would find freedom behind those bars.
Running with the lost,
you are bound to collide,
With the echoes of the choices you tried to hide.
. . .
No - NO. STOP.. WHY DOES IT KEEP COMING BACK!
You will pay for it, you know who you are, even if you can't hear me in these dark hours, tsk.
Die, just DIE. - COLLAPSE.
I will get revenge.. I will rip your signing voice, steal it, and then toss it in the trash!
Only after signing thousands of songs with it myself.
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| Where do I begin, and Where does It End? |
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Posted by: Dimmie Dunce - 07-10-2025, 12:31 AM - Forum: Biographies
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Good, evil. Inconsequential to the Sea itself. Warping, enigmatic, unknowable. Unfathomably large and ever-growing.
Perhaps ever changing, I am uncertain. I remember what it is I first sought out to do, I still do, I still do.
Gather stories and experiences to bring home to one I care dearly for. But that is an unachievable goal.
Now that my being is bound to the Astral Sea. Whenever life comes to a close, I too will drink deep.
Till it seeps from my many eyes, and burdens my many arms. Until I am nothing, and something all the same.
I'm not sure how I feel these days. I show different faces, to different people. Yet the desire is always the same.
Like an itch, that makes me want to dig into myself, and rip away at the seams. To grow. But I already know.
That it isn't me that wishes to grow. I only want experiences. Stories. That's all I desire isn't it?
Then why do I feel like I lie. Constantly. To myself, to the world, to those I see as friends.
All in a vain desire to expand my knowledge. To then spread this knowledge. To those that catch my interest.
I wear two faces. One that would wander home to Mother and wishes to hold her hand, and the other...
The other that would take a grain of kindness, and ask for more, and more, and more. Until others starve.
I wonder if I'll hurt anyone with my decisions. If all goes well, I'll be a proper court sorcerer soon.
Sporting a different name, and a different face. Working with one whom I know is not truly on the side of Mother.
One whose motivations are full of visceral hatred. Fascinating stuff, really! That such bitterness and pettiness.
Lay behind a scarred visage of unyielding resolve! I almost wish I could be like that, really.
Or maybe more like the ancient one, whose name defines them. They say imitation is the greatest form of flattery!
I do not think he'll be flattered, I doubt he or anyone will really notice. I quite like them.
Two faces. Two thoughts. I like helping people that interest me, and it is funny that way!
That some people who interest me, go against my own morality.
A catch twenty-two. Two-faced. One coin, two sides.
Such is the way of the suffocating desire.
For ever more knowledge.
Tell me. Astral Sea, Astral Planes. Whatever you may be. Which face is mine, and which face is yours?
Where do I begin, and where do you end?
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| Surrealism made Realism |
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Posted by: Barak Mandorallen - 07-09-2025, 10:15 PM - Forum: Events
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Quote:"Have you ever walked in your dreams, and found something else waiting there? Something both made of you... and not?"
What Lurks in Dreams left behind? In realms tattered and abandoned to the ravages of time, and infestation?
A young Woman, a seeking Priestess seeks to find what was left behind, and whatever might have moved in after, upon a gods domain, one of dreams, inspiration, and creation.
She seeks to reform what was left there, to Reforge the Broken, Re-find the Forgotten, and Repaint the Splattered.
Attendees: Astrid W. Thorruhn, and 4 others Risk: LCOD+
Rewards: Art Magic Dev! Mestra-flavored Dev items! Dream Dev.
[b]Themes: Art, Whimsy, Dreamworlds, Eldritch Horror[/b]
DM: SEARCHING!
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| Forward, Always. |
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Posted by: MuscleWizzard - 07-09-2025, 06:44 AM - Forum: Biographies
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On and on. Footfalls in the snow trailing behind, stretching out endlessly with only myself having disturbed its sanctity.
But is it really snow? I don't remember moving through the winter... I don't remember much of anything beyond an image burning bright.
Something almost entirely barred from my sight. A thing I'm unworthy of gazing upon but chose to do so regardless.
A face, perhaps. That of someone so familiar I'd swear they were myself at times- though foreign enough to question the very idea in and of itself.
This snow peels away at all that I am endlessly. Uncomfortable with the way this fire in my heart has been reduced to naught but embers.. But still I press on.
Why?
How did I end up here, within this endless field of frost. My very existence being pulled away.
Within that questioning I recall all that I was. All that was left behind.
The fading visage of my second half. The mournful gaze of my beloved. A mortal wound inflicted by one bonded within my flesh.
But even still I cannot find the time to weep, for the events set in motion are for none to carry blame but I.
Do I deserve the sorrow given unto the unworthy thing I've become? The actions borne of hate that led me upon the path I've walked?
The very actions that, if given the chance, I would enact again and again and again.....
Many regret the atrocities borne of their deeds.
Many would find themselves reprehensible in the foulness of their true self.
But not I.
In this ever-expansive sea of snow and sorrow, I find one thing to be real.
Myself and the deeds that have been done.
Regardless of the mishaps, mistakes, and malevolence of said deeds, one reality rings true no matter how much others may defend my reasoning.
All of it would have been repeated ceaselessly.
To Hel with the warnings, cautions, and advice given from another.
For my will is my own, and where branching paths lay themselves bare for my limited eyesight to gaze upon, there is only ever one answer when choosing a path.
To find what drives my heart.
To press on no matter how impossible it may become.
To walk into this blinding light that ignites the dying flames of my being with each stride.
To move forward, always.
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