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  1. 3 hours ago, Mannamannaa said:

    Are the webs of the Spideer maximus harvestable in any way? Do they have any use post encounter? Similarly what ideas would you have for useful/unique items/reagents that could be harvested from a spideer at the end of an event?

     

    I'm mostly unfamiliar with Alchemical reagents, items, etc, but I've had ideas of adding alchemical aspects to the creature's i've been writing- as of now the webs have no use.

     

    3 hours ago, Mannamannaa said:

    Given their voidal relations, how do objects/beings that react to the presence of voidal energies interact with these creatures? Would they be "detectable" as a void related presence if inspected in various ways? Would any void opposed factions also find them an offense to their senses?

     

    These little hellish dudes would definitely be able to be a sort of 'sign' of voidal related presences, but I do not think objects/beings that react to voidal energies would have any real affect. Void opposed factions can make their own choice on whether or not they find these guys to be offensive to them, besides having something like faint relations to the void.

     

    And ask away! I'm planning on writing more, so I'd love critique's/ideas.

  2. Spoiler

     


     

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    Coiled & Crushed, Teagen White

     


    The Dame, the Rabbit, a teen hardly even twenty stood. Her frame creaked with heavy plate, dark green draped over her then-recently injured shoulder. “Keep going!” The elfess barked out, watching her men practice. Arms crossed, and she waited. Few remembered these times, yet it always was something that echoed in the back of her mind.

     

    Now a bartender, the one, simply Athri, stood behind a bar. She’d clean glasses, and wipe down counters. Wipe her brow as she moves along with her duties. Belrose, the name she’d taken on, hung outside of a shop just outside the tavern; a tailor shop. She leaves the tavern, and is sent to the ground. A burly figure covered in plate was on top of her. She was grabbed, pulled along to the Grotto’s oceanside as she fought with the little strength she kept.

     

    She’d lost an eye that day.

     

    Athri kept on. She explored this new world- Almaris, whilst taking on new duties. Stewardry, and she had begun to dip her toes into politics. Soon enough it felt too much, and she’d left her home. She moved from Talons, to Sutica, when it had still stood. An accident, she burnt her face. Replaced her missing eye. Purple, that one was. It matched the eye of the person she grew to resent.

     

    She retook her name. Onfroi; the one she was proud of. She remained the last, then. Only a brother she had, though he was someone she seldom saw. And she took on the last name of her found sister. Maelstorm, the name of the then Monarch of Vortice. She removed the eye she had- she hated it then. Athri had taken in a child around then too. Yeviana, she’d be called, though most often, just Yev. Though never quite her choice entirely, she’d tried.

     

    And then her sister was dead. The role of Monarch fell to her, though that role was never one particularly enjoyed. The four years filled with sleepless nights and quiet talks behind closed doors never felt like they’d gone away. Her position she abandoned once more, for she felt had she stayed, she would have ended up as her own sister had.

     

    After, many years were spent wandering. First Yong-Ping, then other, various cities. Athri went around the world, idly, as she felt in a fog. And then something happened- tricked, she was turned into a Corcitură. So she continued her wandering, all too afraid to seek help, and all too reluctant to settle.

     

    Though she did settle, Velen. Short-lived, though she’d met one she’d liked. Soon, she sought out a home in Celia’nor.

     

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    She sat, her head hung lowly. A bird left her tower window with a letter affixed to its leg. A child lay napping in a room nearby. She felt woozy- dizzy, absolutely terrible. A headache pounded. She went between sweating and freezing with the blink of each metallic eye. Beneath them were heavy bags; a lack of sleep for days on end, yet sleep was something of a rare occurrence, one that she treasured, but lacked.

     

    “So tired.” She thought. Yet she felt heavy. Her limbs ached. It felt as if weights had been put upon her voidally-plagued body. She could hardly move now. The words she’d been writing on each page in front of her bled with black ink, each piece incoherent and merely scribbles at this point. Inkblots rather than lines of text. Sentences that meant nothing. Were nothing. Nothing but things she could not understand any longer. They made her recall an old crow- she’d wonder if he still lived, after all this time. Yet even his name was just a blur in her foggy mind.

     

    Athri Onfroi pushed herself from her desk, stumbling over to her bed, where she would slumber.

    Yet, she would never wake.

     

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    That young child though, she would wake. Her eyes blurred from the new bright light of this next day, yet something about this felt wrong. Eerie silence overtook her little home, the home she’d always known. How it was just her and her mother, she’d known nothing else. The glass of bottles no longer clinked, nor the flipping of leather-bound parchment and the scribble of charcoal upon it. The slicing of scissors through fabric ceased, and the gentle tings of needles being dropped against wooden floors.

     

    Her mother would never leave her- couldn’t. Anywhere the woman went, the child followed blindly. Often, it was to only collect bread, for she knew her mother could never bake. She dressed herself anew in the clothes that had been made for her.

     

    Crescence entered her mother’s room.

     

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    But one letter was sent out, during the days just before; of course, news could begin to spread soon after through the grapevine.

    @ItsMrCannibal

    Spoiler

    “Lly, it’s hard to write currently. Can we speak soon? The coming days hopefully. Though I can’t seem to keep track of the time anymore. It all feels fuzzy right now. -Athri”

     


     

    OOC:

    Spoiler

    Finally lol. We've got a rough one; one of my longest going characters, most fun, most interesting- a lot of mosts. Knight, councilor, NL, been a fun little ride. Started playing her say, Sophomore year? Look at me now, a senior who's headed to college! This is sad, albeit, I didn't want to shelve somebody I was bored with- feels wrong in the end, so her time was up.

     

    Love y'all, and i'll always be around on other characters, including a certain child from this post. <3

  3. MC Name:

             GrowingIvy

     

    Character's Name:

             Dariya Winter

     

    Character's Age:

             22

     

    What feat(s) will you be learning?

             Alchemy

     

    Teacher's MC Name:

             SilvertheDM

     

    Teacher's RP Name:

             Aurelion

     

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

             Aye Aye

     

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

             n/a

     

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

             Aye Aye

     

  4. THE VELENIC ORDER OF SCHOLARS
    Penned by Athri Emilienne Onfroi

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    PREFACE

    Originally, the Order of Scholars was originally a sect within the Velen Company, the mercenary group that originally formed the Velenic people. It has since formed into its own institution with the dissolution of the Velen Company and the move to the Almarisian Heartlands.

     


    MISSION

    The Order of Scholars seek out knowledge, researching and practicing various sciences and magics, teaching such to others within the company and selling the products that come from such.

     


    RANKS

    Initiate

    Those new to the path are assigned the rank of Initiate; until they are to take an oath to the Order, they shall remain as such.

     

    Neophyte

    Those who have taken their oath to the Order. A Neophyte may begin their path of knowledge and exploration of the lands. A Neophyte shall be assigned to a Scholar-Adeptus so they may be further educated. Neophyte’s will accompany their mentor on assignments as well.

     

    Scholar

    After a Neophyte publishes their first work and has been approved by a Scholar-Adeptus, they can be assigned the rank of Scholar. This rank may have quite a few names, however it is dependent on what field they choose to study further.

     

    Scholar Adeptus

    Those who have served the company for some time and have stocked the library shelves of their findings are known as Scholar-Adeptus, or a title befitting to their field of work. They are veteran members of the company and those who oversee education and the oathing of Initiates. As well, the Scholar-Adeptus organize events within the Order, and are often the ones who produce items to sell.

     


    RESEARCH

    The Order of Scholars seek out to research various objects, including, but not limited to;

     

    Animals of the Continent

    Beasts of the Continent

    Terrain of the Continent

     


    PRACTICES

    The Order of Scholars practice various subjects and arts, including, but not limited to;

     

    Medicine

    Alchemy

    Brewing

     


    SERVICES AND GOODS

    The Order sells items and will perform various tasks and services for coin. The Order will not take up contracts that go against that of what Velen stands for, nor will the Order work for those considered enemies of Velen.

     

    Exploration

    The Order of Scholars will research and explore any lands that they are asked to, so long as an equal trade of items or mina is made.

     

    Alchemical Products

    The Order of Scholars will produce and sell various products, namely potions. They may be ordered on request, or sold via a shop.

     


    RECRUITMENT

    Men and women who wish to join the Order may seek out a Scholar-Adeptus from within Velen, or send a letter to Athri Onfroi with information on yourself, so she may reply accordingly.

     

    Name: 

    Age: 

    Race:

    Reason for joining:

    ((MC Name)):

    ((Discord Tag)):

  5. PENNED BY A HAND

     


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    5th of The Amber Cold, Y. 94 S.A.


     

    You speak of what you believe is truth. Some may be true, others, false. Yet these truths at least I shall embrace. No longer do I wish to hide under metal chain and lock; but that is the way this world works. The ‘lies’ that have been told are the only truth there is. The truth that you pray on is the only lie there is. Is that why you wish for war? Is the truth too much to bear? For the visions that have been shown are the truth;

     

    The truth that your God is dead?

     

    Your acts will bring your own end. You wish to die, that will be brought upon those who attempt to harm those of Serheim. You are too weak to bear these truths, and your weakness brings on this urge. This urge to die. The bodies that will remain on our lands will only aid our endeavors. You will threaten the burning of my, our bodies as what will bring our retribution. The only bodies that remain shall be your own, frozen and kept within our vault for our own uses. The deaths of your men and women shall be honored naught. For they shall not receive burial. They shall not receive graves. They shall not receive honor. Your dead God has no honor. Your dead God is the epitome of shame. When has your God protected you? Your people have died of plague, disease, pestilence, yet no intervention.

     

    The only reason he wouldn’t protect you is if he were gone.

     

    Signed,

    Pestilence

  6. MC Name:

             GrowingIvy

     

    Character's Name:

             Athri

     

    Character's Age:

             Very old

     

    What feat(s) will you be learning?

             Alchemy

     

    Teacher's MC Name:

             _Grimothy

     

    Teacher's RP Name:

             Cain

     

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

             Aye Aye

     

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

             n/a

     

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

             Aye Aye

     

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    A missive seems to have been hung out around Almaris; many extra copies hung in the white-blanketed North. Haense, Norland, even within old abandoned Fenn. The paper read pressed and new, with ink black as night, and all penned by the same hand.

     

    “I am looking for a man named Eusebi. I will pay five-hundred minae to anyone who can bring him to me alive. It is an urgent affair, and I hope for it to be soon.

     

    The man is tall, having black greying hair, a dark beard, and very pale skin. Notably, his eyes are the color of a dark red wine.

     

    If he is given to me as a corpse, the minae count will be dropped to one-hundred. I will take birds if more information is required to aid his capture, or if he happens to be found. There are no exceptions to the minae price if he happens to be dead.

     

    If you see this, your still-living child expects a letter.

     

    Signed,

    Pestilence"

     

     


     

    Spoiler

    Username: GrowingIvy

    (For Ingame Letters) Character: Dariya Winter

    Discord: GrowingIvy#0007

  8. 4 hours ago, Optimus420 said:

    Leopold von Reuss, the mercenary dwells within his keep on Celia'nors border read over the missive, he looks to his elven friend Athri who gave him the missive, "Why must these elves have such an over complicated language.. these names, how are those like me able to pronounce such words?" @GrowingIvy

     

    Athri stood in front of Leopold, crossing her arms while he read. "At least we're on the same page, I can't understand you half the time."

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