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    Mina and YOU!

    in Announcements

    Posted

    Here my dumbass was thinking economy team might cut some charters slack for a second. Well boys, time to pump up the taxes to make up for our lower population levels so we can get nodes to build our city and grow our own economy without relying on nations! Everyone spoon over your already limited mina!

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    End of Arcas

    in The Inferi Incursion

    Posted

    Ayred lets out a prolonged sigh, looking to his Fennic comrades, then across the open sea. Briefly looking back on recent history, lost in thought for a moment before he speaks: "To a new dawn for the Fennic people then. Wyvern help us all."

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    ask me what dog you are

    in Miscellany

    Posted

    The FitnessGram Pacer Test is an Aerobic capacity test that progressively gets more difficult as it continues. The Twenty Meter Pacer Test will begin in thirty seconds. Line up a the start. A single lap must be completed when you hear this sound

     

     

     

     

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    A signle stage ends when you hear this sound.

     

    B̙̲̏̂̑͒̐̚Ẽ̲ͯ͌͒͋̐ͨ̇͘͞Ȅ͇̰̜̤̞̩̾ͭ̐͒͌ͩ͢P̶̧̛͉̩͓̥̻̄͑͛͒ ̨͎̻͕͇̩̂ͮ̀͜B̩̜͔̯̥͎̙͕̉̏͢E̴̳͔̪̭̠̎̒̿ͨ̎͘E̴̥̲͈̹̱͉̝ͭͪ̿ͬ͜Ṗ̼̱̬̬̹̻̲ͫ͞ ͬ̽̇͏̧̭B̛̦̟̣̎̔ͬͮ̊ͮ́Ễ̝̟̭̠̭̝͘͠Ẻ̦̌ͧ͗͠ͅṔ͆͗͂̑ͭ҉͓͈̝̹͕̠

     

     

    The Pacer test will now begin. Ready? Get seat. Begin.

     

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    An Early Departure

    in Announcements

    Posted

    Spoiler

     

     

    The Worldship, peacefully resting in port, taking on passengers, and countless tones of supplies, merely the calm before the storm. A storm rock the Grotto, the tide swelling, and the moon covered by clouds as the storm rained down. Meanwhile out at sea, a distressed crew is washed from their vessel. Their ghost-ship caught by the heavy, gusting winds.

     

    A colossal wave the size of many houses carries it to shore. One would assume that the sea spikes would provide safety for the port city against such storms. But the vastness of this wave was overwhelming for the natural defenses of the port city.Ships in Distress off a Rocky Coast

     

    Commands, barked and howled by the officers of the Worldship were heard. The hull broke, as water flooded into the storage compartment. Valiantly, without a second thought, volunteers poured inside the soon-to-be-sealed compartment. Their lives depended on how quickly they could seal the hole in the hull.

     

    And such they did, the leak pulled, and the compartment open again. But all was not over, as they still weathered the storm, and the repairs were not yet totally complete. The crew went back to what they were doing beforehand. A small group went about repairing the ship

     

    "A BEAST IN THE WATER!"

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    A man calls. The crew rushes to the starboard side, watched wide eyed as their captain would duel the beast. Axe in hand, it was slain, but not at a cost to the man. Countless spines of the beast, and bike marks, taking chunks out of the man. The ships medic, and the Grotto's Minister of Health, Sana was quick to patch the man up. A true credit to her vocation.

     

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    Soon, the storm would begin to pick up again as the crew, now determined to find safety for themselves and their family received orders. The Captain took the helm, and the crew the lines. The first-mate, Ania Terrialokye-Sterling ran mast to mast, sailor to sailor, checking their work.

     

    "HALF SAIL!"

    Followed by a moment of silence as the giant lurched forward, creeping through the water of the Grotto. Cutting through the choppy seas like a hot knife through butter. The large ship, seeming now unshakable by the giant rolling waves outside it's hull.

    "LET LOOSE ALL JIBS! AND THE FORE SAILS!"

    The ship creaks, ancient, well cared for oak strained under the great weight of the masts, and the bellows of wind. Speed increases as the ship's bow is pushed starboard through the great sea spikes that makes the settlement so notable. The cracks of lightening, and thunder in the distance shake the crew as they leave the port city.

    "LET LOOSE ALL SAIL!"

    The final command is bellowed from the wheelhouse. It is obeyed. A sudden lunge forward from the giant, it's speed rounding off at nearly 30 knots, remarkable for such a huge vessel. Perhaps the age of sail was not yet over, the all conquering steam-engine had not yet proven it's worth to the Grotto. The ship soon calmed itself, the oak behemoth finding it's calm among the choppy seas. It's size and mass unparalleled by any other ship, or wave.

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    The order was barked, followed by others, the crew scrambling about the decks to preform the commands as quickly as possible.

    The ship, expertly piloted out of the Grotto, perhaps too close for comfort by some standards, though, they'd break for the open sea. Where they'd find some peace from the storm. For now...

     

    The officers met in the Captain's cabin, what they spoke of, unknown to the crew. Quarters were quickly distributed among the sailing men and women, for those that did not have them. Though, they couldn't help but shake the feeling of defeat, and fear of the unknown. Their voyage off to such a bad start... They were grateful to have their lives, and not be crushed under a falling sea spike, or eternally trapped in the Grotto's tropical storm.

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    Preparations for departure

    in Announcements

    Posted

    Ayred Avandi looks across the deck of the World Ship. Workers toil, and slave away for hours. Their efforts to recommission her, not in vain. Rooms put together, and decorated swiftly.

    "The wonders of our Grotto..." The 'Fenn mutters. Preparing a letter to the Sovereign, his council of ministers, and poster, that he'd hang in the square, and notice board of the tavern.

     

    It reads the following:

     

    "To the Citizens of Talon's Grotto, it's Sovereign of the Depths, and Council of Ministers...
    The very ground we stand on cries for us to leave. The world seems to be falling apart. I, Ayred Avandi, as Captain of the Worldship, and head of the Avandi clan, am opening housing requests for our great ship. Some 43 spaces are open, Ministers, and the Sovereign each have their own room, as such is only reasonable. We have all that we need to pilot our society to the next era, and if we do not find a new land, our great ship can serve as a city on it's own. Such is it's vastness. I humbly request that all citizens, nay, whoever wishes to survive, come to the Grotto, even if it's last minute. Claim a room and well, survive. The date of our departure has yet to be decided, though we are ready to leave at any moment.

     

    More members of the crew are always needed. The more hands, the easier our voyage will be. It is requested, but not required that anyone on our ship be willing to lend a hang in any way they can. Such is just decency. 

     

     

    The current officer roster is as following:
    Captain: Ayred Avandi
    Executive Officer: Ania Terrialokye-Sterling

    Quarter Master: Athri"
     

    Below, in golden ink is signed Ayred's signature

     

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    OOC:
    To get a room, show up IRPly and just ask. If you rather fill out a forum, comment with the following:

    MC Name:
    IRP Name:
    Place of origin:

     

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    Mandate of Emergency Quarantine, 1795

    in Dwarves

    Posted

    Ayred Avandi hears of the news in Talon's Grotto, his brows furrow "They're probably trying to take the rights away from the dweds. Clearly this is an attempt to strip them of the rights as living beings by making them wear a mask!" The Mali' cackles, before going on with his day. Not giving a second thought.

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