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Rijka Physical Description: The Rijka is a larger species in the family Leporidae, known for its rabbit-kind. Growing to be about the size of a small/medium dog, these creatures grow to be about 15 pounds fully grown, and about 2 feet in length. These beasts sport an ivory horn anywhere between 3 to 12 inches in length, coming in different shades of pale yellow, cream, and white. While this horn generally extends forward, it may corkscrew or curl any number of times on its path, taking various shapes. Some Rijka may have gouges or naturally grown patterns upon their horn, either from genetics or dominance struggles with others. Female Rijka tend to have shorter horns, around 3-7 inches, while the males boast a large 6-12. This, however, reflects in the quality of the ivory, as females tend to have a much brighter white, while the males often dip into a yellow or off-white. The pelts of both genders tend to have a natural variety of browns, whites, yellows, and in some cases burgundy or navy blue. A Rijka’s ears may be either perky or floppy, dependent mostly upon their parents, with few outliers differing from their inherited traits. Rijka bear no sharp talons, rather relying upon the size of their hardened pads to provide traction upon things such as ice. Utilizing their strong legs, Rijka can run up to a max of 20 mph (32 kmh), though this quickly exhausts them. The lifespan of a wild Rijka is roughly 2 years. Eye color of Rijka may span any shade of green, blue, black, or brown. In very rare instances, specifically among that of the navy blue colored pelts, the Rijka may have deep purple eyes. While this eye color can be bred to occur with other pelt colors, it is extremely rare. Habitat/Natural Behaviors: Rijka are native to Northern habitats solely, their thick layers of insulation and fur detesting the hotter climates. This being said, Rijka may be kept in captivity in these places, though run the risk of heat exhaustion and potential death in the event of over-exertion. Within these northern climates, Rijka take shelter within dens. These dens can be found few and far between, underneath tree stumps and in natural divots in the ground. They do, however, tend to group up to around 4-5 within these dens, usually all within the same family/lineage of one another. In the wild, Rijka boast their horns as a form of a mating display. Generally, the more complex and attention-drawing the horn is, the more sought after as a mate they are. This is accompanied by an attention to the color of the horn. The deeper yellow a male’s horn is, the more experienced he is deemed, and therefore more apt. This being said, male Rijka often come into conflict with one another, just as bucks do. In this conflict, they clash horns in a jabbing/slashing manner, more often than not colliding with an opposing eye or nose, ending the fight. The diet of Rijka consists of primarily leafy greens such as lettuce, cabbage, carrots, etc. but may include small meats such as dried strips or insects. These meats, however, are ill-preferred, as the Rijka bears only two somewhat sharp teeth, located at the forefront of their mouths. The rest of their teeth are dull and meant for grinding vegetables and fruits. Reproduction: Rijka reproduce with a partner, usually regarded as a lifemate. These lifemates are bound to one another emotionally, and will protect each other fiercely. This being said, contrary to other rabbits, Rijka give birth through eggs. After 2 OOC weeks of incubation and close-guarding by the mother, a newborn Rijka (Roughly palm-sized), will use the tip of it’s ivory nub to crack through the egg and emerge. Domestication: Rijka, being a relatively undemanding animal, are easily cared for in their normal climate. They can be let out on their own as an outside animal, though there are several risks associated with such, as they are often preyed upon by things such as dire wolves. The most reliable way to domesticate a Rijka is to raise it from the moment it hatches, either by having it imprint upon you or its mother in captivity. With the limited threat in captivity, these creatures can live up to 12 years, quickly growing and reaching their max size at about the 2 year mark. Credits to MiniMuffinNinja and Pundimonium for helping me with questions!
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Silas, clutching his newly-born child, observes as a bird swoops down before him, his Silver Falcon following along and squawking playfully. He smiles to the bird, taking the parchment in one hand and opening it slowly. He reads over the contents with an approving gaze "I'm glad they're getting on well." He looks down to his sleeping baby "Perhaps we will go. Won't we, Sylvia?"
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Silas looks over a sheet recounting the various tenets with a supportive expression, shortly after sent into worry "How unfortunate a fate for a vassal of Oren..."
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Somewhere out there, be it far or near, Silas was sitting at a desk, writing poetry of his own into a large tome. One which his feelings might come to life without being broadcast to the world.
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OOC: This Tome is a collection of poetry written by Silas Astasel, located with an irp book. Often, these entries will involve some background as he writes it, which onlookers/those reasonably around may emote in response to within this post. If you wish to do this, simply begin a reply, select the entry and hit "quote selection," then add your response emote. Direct confrontation between characters should be avoided most times, as to not metagame or make the post a confusing web. This being said, the contents written within this tome are located behind closed pages, and should not be metagamed unless Silas shows you IRP the content within. I will reply to this post as I edit it to provide an area to respond. Enjoy! Entry 1: Entry 2: Entry 3: Entry 4: Entry 5: Entry 6: Entry 7: Entry 7: Entry 8: Entry 9: Entry 10:
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Good work as always, Sorc! This should help out a lot; I'm sure everyone was getting tired of running trolls and gremlins every time. -
This actually sounds pretty cool. A good way to get people accustomed to Almaris and to adventure around. Though I do have one question. The token prizes...are these individual purchases? Or do they accumulate? Ex: If I get two tokens, will I get the 1 token prize and the two token prize? Or would I have to get 3 total to get both?
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Very well built! I appreciate it's close connection to the natural terrain and the surrounding mountains. Keeps it from feeling to imperial, and gives the option for easy access to most biome transitions. WT really outdid themselves this time.
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I like the idea of bank account tax. It evens out the wealth scheme with a raw percentage tax. However, I should hope the tax stops once it drops under 500 minas again. Also, having a cap on how many minas you can carry should provide for some unique rp opportunities. Jobs for people to escort/carry money for higher-up exhanges will become more frequent. Overall, great job!!!
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Silas sits upon his favorite tree outside Esbec, viewing the pinkened sunset with a lax posture. He sets his lute aside; No song today, there are far more pressing issues upon his mind. He reaches in his robe and produces a slip of parchment; A poster featuring the visage of New Reza...wrought with flame and destruction. His gaze shifts from the parchment to the nearby city, in attempts to see for himself--Nothing but a sickeningly black plume of smoke...Silas looks below, upon Esbec. The people he loves so dearly...their homes...the town they created in unison. A culture threatened by extinction that only seems to creep closer by the day. Now, it was at their doorstep. He takes a deep breath, azure eyes narrowing upon the dying rays of sunlight. He stands, unshouldering his bow and taking aim with a barbed slayersteel arrow. He directs his last mark upon these lands to a barren tree, taking another deep breath in and out. Avalor. Absolon. Decay. Zirath. Eliza. Salacia....Mellen. A tear cascades down his cheek, glinting in the sun's last as he looses his arrow, finding it's mark with an echo. "Goodbye, Arcas..."
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I entirely agree that conflict in this server is essential. Specifically for the struggle as to which side is truly in the right. It enables an entirely new aspect to rp that is otherwise chalked up to one's affiliations and social stature. It brings the action to their doorstep and gives a constant sense of tension.
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Alright hit me with it
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Born of an affair between my purebred High Elf mother and an impure High Elf, my slot in life was selected for me. As a baby, I spent my days inside, sequestered away in a cellar; a sin to only be remembered at feeding time. Word quickly spread of my parents’ shame, and they soon found themselves leaving by night, covered in a shawl or cowl. This constant rejection and shunning lasted for two whole years. However, it didn’t end with acceptance; It ended with a broken woman. One night, on what I mark as my second birthday, my mother stuffed me into a bread basket and covered me with cloth, as to mask any noise. She stole into the night and ran for days. She had no direction other than to free herself from the guilt she had placed upon her bosom. It turns out she made it a short distance outside Helena. Here is where she placed her child, swathed in linen, muffled sobs emanating from a small crevice in a pile of natural stone. A day or so later, the strong hands of a man named Aguin Astasel appeared in the crevice, raising me up into the air. He brought me back to his humble store within the walls of Helena, where I recuperated the nutrition lost from the past days. Here is where I saw Aguin’s wife, Selova, and in her arms was a newborn; A baby boy named Avalor. It was in this household that I was raised. The warm embrace of a mother, and the proud face of a father; something I never knew until then. I adopted the last name of Astasel, as I have no idea of my previous one. Avalor, my younger brother by age, quickly outgrew me, surpassing me in both weight and strength. We had our fair share of tussles and arguments, but we ultimately didn’t interact more than necessary. He was fond of the ways of being a warrior, and often took after our father. I would often see them out the window of our small store, sparring in the field. Of course, Aguin always won unless he let Avalor win (but dont tell him that). I, much to the opposition, was very fond of our mother. It was very often that I would stay inside with her and learn to sew, helping out in the store. I became quite talented in the embroidery world, even tailoring my own robes with my mother. It wasn’t long before Avalor yearned to leave for “Ris-Ebuven,” some knight school he was obsessed with. I immediately saw flaws in this plan, watching our parents’ health decline with age. Yet, Aguin supported Avalor leaving nonetheless. I took over the more and more of the shop’s duties, eventually running it wholly by myself, as our parents were completely bed-ridden. After months of caring for my beloved mother and father, the time came when Avalor was to return. I waited for a week, as Aguin had a sudden decline. He could no longer speak effectively, and was reduced to gasps and whispers----He was lying with Selovia when he passed. she was in his arms as they grew cold, and Selovia refused to let him go. She kept a stone gaze across the room at an ornate tea kettle. That used to be their favorite time with each other. My once vivid mother, glowing brightly in her beauty, was now dim..all her light drained from her. She died the next day. I wept and mourned privately, no one to share my pain with. After a day of grieving, I knew what I had to do. The next morning, I buried Aguin and Selovia Astasel together. I held a small ceremony consisting of their few friends among Helena. They were laid to rest beside a crevice in a patch of natural stone. The same stone in which they rescued me. I still visit them frequently, and wonder if they’re still drinking tea out of a spiritual kettle, laughing like they used to. Finding myself alone and unable to make a profit from our business, I sold our little Linen shop for just enough mina to hold me over to a new job. I decided to throw myself amongst the crowd, helping anyone I could, however I could. The more I spoke to people, the more fond I grew of them, and found joy in the company of all races. To this day, I wonder why someone would go to such trouble to deny a child of impurity. After all, thats what keeps things unique, isn’t it? It was 2 years before Avalor returned. He said he had delays in his training, and was grief-stricken once he learned of our loss. It took many weeks, but eventually, we somewhat reconciled our differences, and worked towards the betterment of us both.
