Yagi_Kamisama

If two people are constantly arguing about the same point of contention in a CRP for more than five or ten minutes, it does seem like a very reasonable solution to agree to simply rolling and going from there for the overall sake of creating a narrative. This is a game, it is not life or death. Just have fun with it and roll with what happens rather than just trying to min-max another CRP encounter the next time you have one :)

Ystifae had a herald to disconnect and behead.

A clawed hand traced at the words, before a smile crept on her face. This call would be answered in earnest.

they’re doing it again…..

of course sleep token!! Ystifae this is super cool omg thank you for doing this

new azdrazi amendment dropped

Somewhere a drake smiled. Rows of fanged teeth broke that once seemingly innocent countenance. Humanity thus far had proven an interesting sight to spectate. However, the time for her merely to be a ‘bystander’ was ending. The path of war was clear, and so would be her own into this fray.

Ambiance - [X] I see with eyes, already fixated. I move with bones blackened with char. I speak with a mouth full of words, devoid of all meaning. I touch with flesh, already transformed to stone. I slice with blunted steel. Within unwavering eternity, there is still yet ashes which shift. I weep for my beloved, which I never had. I hear her words, which flutter as molten wings. A tug, a pull, a yearning for what will never be. Memories that cannot be silenced. It is a voice, which remains silent aside from whispering taunts. A rage takes the place of confusion. A conflagration that has no direction, only the promise of destruction. A self-immolation, left only to sorrow. Burnt, are those pale hands. Burnt, are those brown eyes that beheld me. She is naught, but ashes. Yet the flames still rise. . . .

A horned creature leaned over a small, cramped table as black slits peered over the parchment. There remained an explanation, an answer finally given to one of their questions. Ystifae gave a time of pause to rest in the satisfaction that came with an answer finally. It was fleeting though, and soon gave rise to a deep rage withiin her form... Was retribution was at hand for the deceased woman?

“I do wonder what any X*nnite has done that has been productive to their oh-so ‘noble’ cause.” A creature rasped as they read over the penned message. She prepared to send their own message in the coming days and weeks.

🥶

A newborn drake hissed in rage at the battle that had taken place and the defeat that followed. They had licked their wounds and helped her sole kindred in the conflict do the same. Disappointment muddled with a newfound anger, of whose depths had not been felt yet in the short months after their birth. A talon bearing hand was lifted, and smashed into the blackened stone of the wall adjacent to the dragon. Preparations had been made, and they joined the Hordes of the Serpent in their search...

As someone who has been involved with the conflict and RP that had been generated from this, I can 100% agree with everything said. This lair being accepted would only bring about more conflict and a positive RP narrative.

"Are they intent on repeating this, running in this same circle?" Two draconic eyes peered over what had been written. A sigh then followed and a plume of smoke arose from that creature. Ystifae then closed her eyes, and words rasped from her in a quiet threat. "A threat." "A tongue lost." "Another threat." "Charred marble." "Yet another threat." "More to be immolated."

How do you reconcile that the Anti-Christ and Basilisk are almost upon us?

((I am going to clarify that this post/letter is only visible to those in the court leadership of the Viceroyal of Hyspia, until it is shared by that upper leadership.)) Also edited post to reflect this.

A letter had been sent to the court Viceroyalty of Hyspia in Haense, bearing no significant markings. It is likely one of their leadership would receive it and be amongst the first to open it. When opened one would be greeted with a foul odor, alongside the following bloodstained note: "We have taken Francisco Javier from your home. He was defeated in an attempt to undo the blizzards which so rightfully batter at your horrid city. With every day that passes, the wretched man shall know pain and torture. I tell you thus: Francisco is alive. There remains yet a chance for him to return to your pathetic city (mostly) unharmed. If and only if our demands are met in their entirety: A direct descent of your Francisco shall deliver four hundred mina to the frozen ruins of Ailmere. They shall do this alone. For every moment that you hesitate, you risk only further harm to your Emeritus and forefather. Tick.. tock.." Further investigation into the envelop would reveal three severed fingers that had been delicately tucked into it. The fingers did indeed belong to the Hyspian, Francisco Javier. OOC: Please note this letter has been sent specifically to the court of Hyspia, and is NOT a public missive. _______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________