Punkinator919

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A soft, whistling wind swirled through the mountains, pulling the wisps of snowflakes across the quiet landscape.

Alone, a Mali’fenn sat in the snow on the mountain outside the capital of Fenn.. The deconstruction of the Capital had taken many more years than everyone first expected, and had even stopped as more and more Grand Council members seemed to go silent. Even more workers left to go on the trip to Athera. It left the Mali’fenn rather lonely. The city’s gates were always down, to prevent mischief from the outside interfering with the rebuilding process. This caused her business to slowly become empty and abandoned. Why run the tavern when there is no one around to buy goods? 

Even her beloved Varvhur had disappeared on an expedition, gone for almost two decades at this point.. maybe even longer. The Mali’fenn’s closest family had mostly scattered across Arcas, or were busy with getting ready for the move to a new Manor. So there she sat on a cold night, enveloped in the delicate snowflakes that scattered across the skies. 

Running her fingers through the chilling snow, she started to ponder how in the world the Grand Prince must be feeling. 

“Is he overwhelmed? Stressed? Does he possibly need help? Especially if those he relied on have suddenly gone quiet…” 

She gently grabbed a clump of snow, feeling the soft powdery snow become stiff as she pressed it together. Her dark blue eyes studying the clump of pure white snow in her hand, a small smirk appearing on her lips. 

“Maybe I should reach out to him… to the others too. After all, we are stronger united. And we as a people have not gathered in quite a while.” 

Her pearls and her golden bracelets gently clinked as she continued to gather more snow, making the once small ball larger. 

“Besides, we have not done anything fun in quite a while. No parties, no tavern nights, no dancing, no festivals.” 

She became more enraptured by making the snow larger, before starting a fresh new snowball. 

“And I have heard complaints of the city being not really in running order to do anything, that they wish they could just escape for even a little while.” 

The mali’fenn stared at the smaller snowball in her hand, studying its spherical shape, smoothing out imperfections in both orbs. She then placed it on top of the larger orb, smiling warmly as she picked up some loose pebbles nearby. 

“And we haven’t had a snowball fight together in over 30 years…” 

Placing the pebbles on the newly created snowman, it looked up at her with its lifeless stone eyes and smile. She tapped her lip, trying to figure out what it was missing. The mali’fenn then tried to find little twigs, giving it a nose and small arms. Her hands on her hips, she then sat back down on her knees proudly. 

“We have all this beautiful snow, and yet we as a people have yet to sit down and admire it in a rather long time. To gather and put aside differences. Maybe… I should meet with the Grand Prince…”

Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.

Her ears perked in alert, as she slowly turned her head to the sound of soft footsteps in the snow. The Mali’fenn stiffened in fear, unsure who or what could be behind her. As she looked to the source of the sound bright black eyes stared back at her from the ground. It was a small snow fox, looking rather thin. The little fox was low to the ground, alert, staring up at the mali’fenn.

“Why hello there oem’ii, what brings you here?” She cooed softly, searching through her pouch for a sweet treat for the creature. The fox’s ears perked up, sniffing the air now. The mali’fenn held out a handful of sweet berries towards the little fox. 

“Do not worry, you can trust me.. anyone who is from the land of Wyvurn is welcome here..” 

At the sound of Wyvurn, the little fox bounded forward, taking the sweet treat from her fingers. The mali’fenn smiled toward the fox, waiting for it to finish before standing up. She turned to return within the walls of the Capital, walking with a newfound determination. The little white fox stayed by her feet, following her every step, ears pointed up high. 

“It seems I have found myself another little friend hmm?” 

The mali’fenn smile grew even brighter as she whistled for her rather clumsy sparrow, it flying down and chirping brightly. It flapped beside her, waiting for her instructions as the mali’fenn scribbled a simple note in her notebook as she walked. 

“Hello Briar! I have an important message you HAVE to give to the Grand Prince okay?”

She then wrapped the note up with a delicate blue ribbon, before handing it over to the sparrow. She whistled him away, and with the command he haphazardly flew towards the Citadel. As she looked down at the little white fox, she kept striding through the empty streets towards the tavern. 

“What is your name little fellow? Lily?” 

Nothing from the small fox. 

“Iris?” 

Once again nothing seemed to come from the small fox, and the mali’fenn sighed. Reaching her destination, she stopped suddenly at the door. After looking at the familiar sign, she looked down once more at the pure white fox. 

“What about Snowdrop?”

The black eyes of the creature looked back up at her, and it yipped softly. 

“Well then, little Snowdrop, it is time for us to bring back the feeling of family within the mali’fenn.”

Determined still, the mali’fenn went behind the counter and began to shuffle through her papers… for this plan to work, it needed a lot of preparation. 

MC Name: Punkinator919

Character's Name: Pangfua Liu

Character's Age: 23

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

         N/A

Transformed form:

         Hou-Zi [Fei-Zhu]

Creator's MC Name:

         Punkinator919

Creator's RP Name:

         N/A

Briefly explain the lore behind this construct or creature:

Hou-zi Religions:
 
There is Shenjiao, in which Hou-zi worship that of Hou-Shen the Godking, his sons, and the ancestral spirits. Additionally, some Hou-zi follow Huajiao in which they show reverence to the Prophet Hualian, and have an adherence to the eightfold path to enlightenment. Pangfua would follow and practice Shenjiao.
 
Hou-zi History:
 
Metzli, before creating the Kharajyr race, decided to first experiment by taking an already existing bestial race and granting it intelligence. After discovering the primates in the jungles in the isle of Asul on Axios, she approached an alpha of a pack and granted him sentience. This Alpha would be the one known as Hou-shen, the Monkey King. Metzli went even further, and The Monkey King grew strong, lean arms and legs much like the races of men and elves. Metzli gave Hou-Shen a crown of jade, and instructed him to go and be the prophet of his people. However, Hou-Shen was to be the vessel of her will. For as long as the Hou-Zi- obeyed her will, she would shower them with prosperity.
 
By the 50th year, Jing-Taiyun, the capital and center of Hou-zi civilization had been built. With their newfound sentience, the Hou-Zi developed a complex society. Hou-Shen and his sons- Hou-Wang, Hou-Da, and Hou-Xiao formed the top tier of society, ruling from the Jade-Monkey throne in Jing-Taiyun. Underneath them served the Ruling Council of Chi,  made up of twelve Hou-Zi lords who governed over a respective territory of Hou-Zi land, which had expanded to encompass the entire ancient jungle of Asul. By this time the Hou-zi had reached a peak of prosperity in the ancient jungle of Asul, and decided to set on a conquest of Axios itself. 
 
That conquest though resulted in two wars against Mali, both resulting in an overall failure. Leaving the once vast empire with dwindling resources, and having a culture focused on wealth, there was infighting in the form of the Jade Wars. 

Fei-Zhu Subrace Details:
 
Most Hou-zi all share the traits of: a  full body of fur, exposed skin only in the immediate facial area, feet that anatomically resemble hands, a more protruding nose and mouth, larger, rounder ears, and pupiless eyes. However, the Fei-Zhu are the most graceful and debatably the most beautiful of the Hou-Zi tribes. They are known for their iconic fur, which can be any colour of the rainbow, often resulting in brilliant contrasts that stand out among any crowd. 
 
Of Hou-Shen’s sons, Hou-Xiao is the patriarch of the Fei-Zhu subrace and is depicted as a sapphire-furred Hou-zi with two long tails and pure white eyes. Fei-Zhu are most likely to value fine arts and craftsmanship over hard labour, with obvious professions are calligraphy, painting, music, poetry, and so forth. Fei-Zhu are most devout to Hou-Shen and the path of Shenjiao. They do respect the path of Huajiao, and even the prophet Hualian himself was a Fei-Zhu, but it is not as common or widespread as it is among the Laobai.
 

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         Yes

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6 minutes ago, Tha_Mystery_Man said:

I'm so happy.

 

I can finally make a 100 person event team...

I don’t know why but this made me laugh harder than it should’ve. 

I would highly appreciate an update post when and if Korvic ever gets the permission he needs. It would be happily received from myself. Even if its not a post, a ping in discord would be delicious. 

1 minute ago, GodmodeGolem said:

We will, i need someone to write a little more about it and maby edit some of the spelling mistakes we made along the way.

Boy lets be real; I have been helping you edit the spelling mistakes. I love you though. xD

Gimme more about flat shells please. I love the rest of it though. ❤️

Datura Tathvir would nervously bite her lip at the words contained within the message.. “So Fenn seems to not be doing so well after I fled.. I wonder if I should return home soon or stay away..” 

Datura can be heard distantly yelling in excitement, making grand motions to command her small army of helpers to get Fenn ready for the festival. ”Do not worry, we will have both Elven and Dwarven alcohol at these festivities! And do not forget to visit the Flower Crown stall! Special festival only Urguan flower crowns!”

*~‘ Oakenarrow’s Bountiful Banquet  `~*

[!] An envelope with a red seal of the Oakenarrow Sigil has been placed within multiple mailboxes across Fenn, as well as a select few houses among Arcas. Inside it would read:

“Since the times of Atlas, the House of Oakenarrow has been living alongside the citizens of Fenn. We have been fighting side by side with the Ivae’Fenn for centuries, hunting monsters that threatened our peace, and even helped in running the local taverns. 

This is a feast to celebrate the founding of the Oakenarrow line, as well as to toast upon the great times we have spent within the Princedom of Fenn already. As a custom we fondly share this day with the Watanabe House and Pruinae Tathvir and her Bloodline to give them their deserved appreciation.

You have been invited to join us in our celebration as well!

Where? Castle Sigirath

When? 10^th of the First Seed, 1733

What to wear? Your Best Formal Attire

Food and Drinks will be provided by the Oakenarrow House, Watanabe House, and the Silver Snowflake!

Hope to see you there!”

OOC Information: 

When: September 14^th, 2019 at 2 PM EST

All Citizens of Fenn are Invited to Enjoy in the Festivities, Along with Select Guests

Datura Ithil would shake her head, crossing her arms gently upon hearing this news. “Most golems I know are well kept, well cleaned, and well behaved.. honestly what will not be allowed in Haelun’or next? Pet dogs?” 

Datura would smile brightly, clasping her hands together. “I guess I will have to visit Irrinor soon! And visit one of my favorite wood elves..” 

Datura Ithil blinks at the flier somehow ending up in Fenn.. because it is a major settlement of the land. “Wonder how this got put here...? Hmm.”

Datura seems rather pent up at this point, “To those stalling their justice, be warned. Wyvurn may not give mercy.”

Datura Ithil shakes her head; “Glad to hear something being done.”

“I will happily boost this out to the patrons of the Silver Snowflake!” Datura smiles at the opening of a new guild, going to draw up some fliers for the tavern. 

Datura seems a bit puzzled at why Vira’ker is not a place for the Mali’ker.

6 minutes ago, Ioannis said:

“However, there is another matter. I revel at the opportunity to strike down the Llyrian corruptions, but what of the normal citizens there? Plenty of innocents reside in that wretched city. Would we be just to treat them the same?”

“I say we allow those who wish to leave the city pass through our siege lines.”

Datura nods approvingly at this sentiment; hoping others will also read this.

7 minutes ago, Ioannis said:

“I don’t know. Maybe ten?”

Datura’s skygod can not help but snicker. 

Datura Ithil sighs at the idea of war, “Something tells me we might need to stock up extra for the tavern soon...”

Datura would gently raise a hand, “Are Elves allowed to this party? Or is it humans only?”

Datura seems to be calling out into the square, “Come on in to see Fenn’s Got Talent! Taking last minute applications!” 

OOC: Just come up to Punkinator919, and /msg me that you’d like to join. 

“Ooooo...” Datura snaps her fingers, noticing the rising tensions.

“Good riddance.” Datura nods, crossing her arms in frustration. 

Datura hums to herself, reading the interview.. “Is that not just Eli?”

Datura happily clapped her hands at the announcement, “I can not wait to serve all the new arrivals at the tavern!”