Satyrdays

Mwari Ishe, Chieftess of the Abahambi, former Duchess and Queen of Elysium, has been spending her days in the desert in peace and contentment. Each day she thinks of her children as she walks the edge of the dry grasslands, the edge of her territory. Seeing a proud cheetah, she wonders how her darling Aja-Oya Leika is doing, if she’s married, if she has children, perhaps grandchildren. Continuing that thought, Mwari wonders if she may be a great grandmother. With a smile and a shake of her head she continues on her way to the waterhole, basket upon her head. Mwari Delilah Ishe de Astrea will perhaps never know of the fate of her daughter, or even of her other now deceased children. She continues to live her life happily. Ignorance is bliss.

Antimonite, ex servant, has heard the news of the Monarch’s passing, of his old friends death. Distraught, he falls into a deep despair on par with the loss of his own mother and sister. Truly, Leika was his sister. No matter how far and how long it has been since he saw her and her husband, his dearest friend and sworn brother, still the sorvian holds them in his construct heart as the most important people in his life. He considers seeing Ehrendil finally at least to pay his respects but a deep deep shame prevails. How could he return at such a time, after abandoning his oath to protect Leika? With resignation, Antimonite returns to his literal hole in the wall home to once again go into isolation. An isolation permeated with self hatred, self pity, guilt, grief, and worse. What a great way to spend an eternal life.

MC Name:

         Satyrdays

Character's Name:

         Eerikki

Character's Age:

         39

Character's Race:

         Elf

What magic(s) will you be learning?

         Blood Magic

Teacher's MC Name:

         Benleft

Teacher's RP Name:

         Rijkard

Do you have a magic(s) you are dropping due to this app? If so, link it:

         N/A

Do you agree to keep Story updated on the status of your magic app?:

         Yes

Are you aware that if this magic is shelved, it will be unavailable to use?

         Yes

Danika Ireheart, formerly Goldhand, despite being a far throw from the usual fighting group of her kin, finds word of this new grudge. Reading it half-heartedly as she sews a dress for a patron, the dwarf stops to sigh. “Oh, gods…” She sets her work aside to pray before her home’s shrine - For her kin’s protection, for innocent orcish people’s safety, and for her own.

Kuku ‘da Red Menace’ Masamune, formerly Raguk,  sets to sharpening her weapons and dusting off her old armour. She gives her son a pep talk and gifts him her best battle axe. Her goal in these times is to protect herself and her family, no matter what.

Danika Ireheart hears news of her clanmate's passing through gossip and, still within this conversation, would simply reply with: "Dayum." Soon the topic moves on and the dwarven women would chat about teas for hangovers.

Doctor Kuku ‘da Red Menace’ Raguk, formerly Merku Hawksong, daughter of Urza Hawksong, walks through the Iron City of Krugmar with a young orcish boy by her side. Her adopted son, a green hued boy; a stark contrast to the crimson skin of his mother, holds her large hand tightly as they make way to their home.

Kuku hasn’t been herself lately. The trauma of believing her own mother abandoned her for her early life had caused her to lash out so harshly at her adoptive mother they no longer spoke. But, this did bring the woman to think of her real mother. They hadn’t spoken in a while, she should send her a letter, Kuku thought.

She wouldn’t know, as she was hurriedly getting her child comfortable so she may start her letter, that it would never reach its intended recipient. If after months of no reply, Kuku would simply fall into a despair like no other at the thought even her own mother no longer wanted her.

(OOC) MC Name: Satyrdays

(OOC) Discord: Satyrdays#0269

Name: Dayenna Zohar Maenaea

Race: Mali'ker

Profession: Bard and luthier

Skill Level: Amateur

Why you would like to work at the Clinic? (Alternatively: What draws you to medicine?): I have always had a natural affinity for hearing out the woes of others so as to relieve their stress, and I have been doing so for the friends I have found within Nor'Asath so far. I believe it would help those in this community if I were to help through professional methods and learn to be a real therapist.

8 minutes ago, Venomous_Kun said:

"Hrm? What's this?" Masuo of Yamatai, the resident Oyashiman Hexer, who's lineage extends from the Horns of Yamatai, furrows his brows upon reading the warning. "Really wish people would stop speaking for mine. And only 100 minas? I'm worth at least 250. Perhaps even 500." 

Kuku da Red Menace glances over at Masuo when he starts speaking to himself again. She is confused. With a single shake of her head she resumes cooking.

Tasted good though

Pip Asimulum-Withfoot the Chicken Druid, better known as the Chicken Man or Keeper of Chickens, is dead. Whoop-tee-do. He was nearing the end of his life, was going blind, his hair was going white, and he hasn't seen his family for ages. He's led a shit life. Got kidnapped as a baby, raised in slavery as a deaf kid, and escaped covered in scars and without a voice to the druids. Got raised there, got a family, was kinda communally raised. Fun times. Became a druid? Awesome. Met the love of his life and married him? The best. But his time had come... and a dwarf decided to strangle him. Oops.

Around his dead body now is a morgue in Urguan, who knows if it'll be delivered to his family or the Grove. At least the guy is dead, even if it was brutal and took way too long.

this is the worst pk post i've ever written and i've been playing this guy for 88 weeks tops

Dayenna Maenaea, a young 'ker who was the one to break out an enslaved 'ker boy with the help of a kind 'aheral, wouldn't be able to find out about this brilliant news. She and her new friend had been brought to the 'kers of the Stygian Hollow and spoke of their experience to their leader, thus bringing the treatment of child dark elves to light. If Dayenna was to find out of this, she would definately rejoice and hug her new friend, the ex tea child.

If whenever this news was brought to Kuku da Red Menace there would be a snort of confusion at the news of two of the three lesbians dying so close to one another, which soon made way for deep contemplation on the 20 minas which she used to buy Naexi as a snaga. Out of her buying hundreds of dolls to collect and tossing money at friends, her buying Naexi was definitely the worst business investment of her life.

Duchess Mwari ‘Delilah’ Ishe de Astrea of Elysium, mother of the bride, spends her time away from the limelight of politics to sew for her beloved eldest daughter her wedding shroud and other such imperative items in a traditional wedding. Even if they are not to go by Abahambi rites, they will wear the essentials of it if it’s the last thing Mwari does! That or bring a copious amount of drugs to the after party for a group enlightenment.

Kuku ‘da Red Menace’ Raguk, Huntsgoth of the Iron Uzg and old friend of the Sarosa family, heard of the loss from the fog of rumour. She hadn’t spoken to that lot in a long time, and only now she hears of them? Of her sister’s death by wolves of all things?

The Huntress spared no moment before she gathered all she had which remained of Songs, of the bits and pieces she collected from her abandoned home, to perform her own funeral. All herbs, mushrooms, clothing, and jewellery found was buried alongside prayers for safe travel to Stargush.

The days following would be preparation to find her old friends to properly pay her respects to those who remained.

Kuku da Red Menace glances at Masuo as he reads the parchment, the fe-uruk's expression contorted with confusion as he begins to talk to himself about something or other. She casts her gaze away awkwardly and goes back to cleaning her tavern.

Jun Kaishike, the ward of Zi Shu and training bodyguard of the Wen family, doesn't read the missive as he is practically illiterate and doesn't know what a Chancellor is. He is having fun cutting bamboo with his new sword and petting his dog.

As news spread to the formidable Iron Uzg, a certain Huntsgoth let out a laugh and cried “Rulg zkah dat twiggeh zkaher iz flat!” And she turned then to look upon a letter she had received from friends and only smiled more, “Datz wub lat git fer tryna flat mi niece.”

Kuku'Raguk, the former owner of Naexi, would smile wide upon receiving the letter as she was in the thick jungles of the lands of Krugmar. Before opening it, though, she would send her labrys battle axe down upon the neck of a great alligator which she had hunted. Once it was done wriggling the letter would finally be read and the Raguk would laugh a little at that which was inside of it. "Mi ex-znaga invitez mi tuu 'er weddin'? Mi bettah get mi bezt outfit out fer diz!" With that, she shoves the letter in her bag before hurling the hulking figure of the lizard over her shoulder to return to the city.

Kuku’Raguk, the honourable fe-Uruk warrior and surgeon, breathed a long sigh. She was once one to be considered whitewash before her return to the fatherland of her kin and so was happy for others to be given such a chance, but, on the other hand… “‘Ow da zkah am mi zuppozed tuu treat nub’urukz nao?! Doze dub annoyin’ littul twiggehz mi punched deserved it but woul’ mi bi diz’onourabul fer klompin’? Zkahin’ ‘ell…” The Raguk was naturally quick to respond with violence with her upbringing under Glizzi’Gobbla’Raguk and Fishbref as her mentors. She had become a Raguk through bathing in the blood of a dwarven Paladin after all! Kuku resigns to just working in the clinic to avoid being told off by those she looks up to.

im a short story protagonist B)

Merku had cried for hours over the bloodied body of her brother killed in his prime trying to do what he though was best for her. Her own person was quickly being stained with the crimson liquid and she was unable to breathe- She can't breathe. She can't think. She can't feel. All she hears is the screams of her big brother, her protector, bouncing around her head over and over. Nothing else but the screams.

Even still the five year old orc had tried her best to collect herself to present this horrible news to her mother, having her friend, the one who had comforted her, take the arm of the young orc from the corpse and wrap it in unassuming cloth. The body was hidden in the caves of Krugmar to be collected for the funeral once they were sure the Rex would accept its extraction.

She presented the arm of her brother to her mother, the two coming together in a tight embrace. "Merku kahn... I kahn deal wit' dese emotionz aftah bruddah iz burried." She mutters to her mother as she is comforted.

In the tiny girl's dreams would be the sight of her brother held under the knee of a red orc, his arm being cut off, with a green orc slicing his neck and another red orc digging his tusks into Llokir's scalp. The screams... She could never forget it.

IGN: Satyrdays (formerly SirLancefart)

RP NAME: Magnolia

AGE: 500+

ACTIVITY REQUIREMENT:

Mother of Yazmorra Blackroot, mother-in-law of Levian’tol Grandaxe, former Chieftess of clan Cottonwood.

I live in a tree

(Legion, Guild, Home Owner, Clan List)

CANDIDATE:

Levian’tol Grandaxe

Why are you stinky

Mwari Delilah Ishe de Astrea, Duchess of Elysium and faithful wife of Duke Eugeo de Astrea, had been spending the week during the elven during her husband’s imprisonment by the hands of the Imperial Army worrying. Only the day before he was gone he was in her arms, they had been spending the whole afternoon together, and yet the warmth he left on her only drove her sick with fear that she would never feel it again. A noblewoman, a mother of seven, the daughter of a might warrior, couldn’t even keep down a whole meal due to the feverent anxiety her husband’s disappearance had left on her. She grew weak quickly, her cheeks hollow and her arms too dainty to lift a chair.

On her husband’s release and return home, Delilah had been crying in the warm room of her household’s flowing baths. She had chosen there solely so that the flowing waters of the bath could cover her weeping from the ears of her children. Quickly, she washed her face at the sound of footsteps and she turned to the sight of her husband, bloody and bruised.

’Thank the spirits’ is all that came to mind as she surged forth to take his weakened form into her own weak arms, sobbing uncontrollably with both happiness and sadness.

That night was spent with herself caring for her husband and his bruises and cuts, thankfully already treated in most areas by another medic. She had to bathe him herself due to his sordid state.

The next morning this missive was written and distributed by Eugeo. In turn, Delilah would take up the task of fortifying her household to avoid Imperials breaking down her door and harming her young children. She would spend most of her days, now, around her children without a break. Her toddler, Luka, would find himself in her arms at all times now.

So is the influence of these sordid affairs upon the family of the Duke.

MC Name:

         Satyrdays

Character's Name:

         Antimonite (Nite)

Character's Age:

Character's Original Race (N/A if not applicable):

         N/A

Transformed form:

         Sorvian

Creator's MC Name:

         TeaWithBee

Creator's RP Name:

         Jol

Briefly explain the lore behind this construct or creature:

Sorvians were a lost art until a potter spent countless hours working to create the closest thing to the old, though of course these new Sorvians are only predecessors by name and a completely different being.

These Sorvians are to be created by someone with the knowledge passed down to them, this being an awakened Sorvian's 'One'. Someone they have to follow the orders of as long as it doesn't harm their mask, e.g., a Sorvian won't follow an order from their creator telling them to damage their own mask. This is because a Sorvian's mask being destroyed would mean certain death. The masks can be remade but the awakened Sorvian would know to not risk it as it is an innate instinct to keep their mask safe. It takes 3 emotes to crack a Sorvian's mask. 

The mask HAS to have eye holes and a slit for a mouth or the 'husk', a premade body for an awakened Sorvian, would reject the mask and simply crumble when the creator tries to awaken it. The 'husk' has to have a complete 'skeleton', usually made of wood, and for this skeleton to be completely covered in the clay that their skin is formed from. If there is some 'skeleton' showing, any attempt to awaken this husk would meet with it crumbling to clay and wood chips. The body of a Sorvian has to be innately human in shape, with human proportions and parts, else it would suffer the same fate as an uncovered husk. Sorvians also see out of their eye holes despite not having eyes, this doesn't mean that they have better eyesight than a descendant though.

Sorvians are often given a 'purpose' by their creator upon awakening. This can be as vague as 'protect the family' and as specific as 'Follow [insert child] everywhere and make sure they don't hurt themselves or others.' Besides from this, a Sorvian will follow its creator's instructions. Without something immediate to do, they would have the innate want to explore the world around them. Perhaps to find an ideology or something to be interested in, something to help them feel like a real person as they never truly can be.

A Sorvian can be harmed, of course, as it is only made of clay and (usually) wood. It's actually easier to cut that descendants because of the lack of 'insides' BUT a Sorvian doesn't feel the backlash of harm to its person as bad as a descendant would! If one were to lose its arm in combat, it won't bleed out like a descendant, it would only lose an arm. They do feel pain, of course, but it would be more like a lingering ache than something incapacitating to a descendant.

If a Sorvian was to suffer from any loss of limbs or cracks in the clay, they can be 'fixed' by any person able to sculpt Sorvians (anyone with the feat). The sculptor would need to draw an incantation on the point of connection using their own blood and attach it to the Sorvian, but the clay used will always be slightly lighter than the original limb giving it an uncanny look. If one was to fix a chip in the clay or a crack, the Sorvian would be left with scar-like soft tissue surrounding the newly fixed area. A sorvian does have the ability to sculpt other Sorvians though the awakening process is much more few-and-far-between as well as taxing due to the fickle soul a Sorvian has, they can also 'fix' themselves though they would have to use another's blood as they completely lack it.

To kill a Sorvian, one would need to either remove/destroy their mask, puncture their chest, or decapitate them. If one were to decapitate a Sorvian, they would have only one emote which would simply be of their death, the same goes for destroying the mask. A hole in the chest would cause the Sorvian to begin to 'bleed' soul essence, the player having only 5 emotes to try and plug the hole else they would die.

If this construct or creature has some form of aesthetic choice, can you describe how they look? 

Only big bits is that they are made to be 6 foot tall. Besides that, they are completely normal. 

(EDIT) Nite stands at six foot tall with as close to an athletic figure as a person made of clay can get. They would be of male proportions.

Their mask would be made of thick porcelain decorated with bronze and featuring two eye holes and a mouth slit, once again with typically masculine proportions. They cover their entire body, as one would expect. Leather trousers and a slightly torn cream tunic would be beneath a chest of bronze chainmail, bronze vambrace and greaves. This would be tied together by a long thick burgundy cloak featuring a crest where it tied together at the front.

Do you have a magic(s) you are dropping due to this app? If so, link it:

         No

Do you agree to keep Story writers updated on the status of your magic app?:

         Yes

Do you understand that if this creature's lore is undergoing an activity trial and that trial fails, you will no longer be able to play this creature and will be forced to either revert the character back to its normal form (if it was a transformative type) or stop playing the character entirely (if it is an entirely new creature)?:

         Yes

Memey RP or using this CA for subpar villain/bandit RP can lead to your app being denied, even after acceptance. Please put "I understand" as your response once you have read this part and understand the consequences.

         Yes

Have you applied for this creature on this character before, and had it denied? If so, link the app:

         No

MC Name:

         Satyrdays

Character's Name:

         Pip Asimulum-Withfoot

Character's Age:

         40

Character's Race:

         Halfling

What magic(s) will you be learning?

         Druidism

Teacher's MC Name:

         FloralHedgehog

Teacher's RP Name:

         Harold Withfoot

Do you have a magic(s) you are dropping due to this app? If so, link it:

         N/A

Do you agree to keep Story updated on the status of your magic app?:

         Yes

Are you aware that if this magic is shelved, that you may no longer use it in character?

         Yes

MC Name: SirLancefart

Character's Name: Ava

Character's Age: 23

Character's Race:

         Halfling

What magic(s) will you be learning?

         Housemagery

Teacher's MC Name:

         https://imgur.com/a/BmVqMTC

Teacher's RP Name:

         N/A

Do you have a magic(s) you are dropping due to this app? If so, link it:

         No

Do you agree to keep Story updated on the status of your magic app?:

         Yes

Are you aware that if this magic is undergoing an activity trial and fails said trial, that you will lose the magic? And that if it is apart of the Lore Games, it might drastically change soon?:

         Yes

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