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sapphic_spidy

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  1. i did the signature thing with my characters in it time to hope it worked

  2. i just feel the need to say something as someone who took a course with a mummification and atypical burial unit...

     

    cremation is extremely difficult without modern tools. in the past it was very hard to get temperatures high enough to cremate bones. hence, mass burials, where bodies would be placed on top of each other with thin layers of dirt separating them. mass burials werent usually "just throw them in the pit," there was a method to it. and bodies were burnt to stop the spread of disease, not to cremate. 

    1. sapphic_spidy

      sapphic_spidy

      cannot wait to have a superstitious character who puts sickles over the abdomens of corpses and rocks in their mouths to prevent vampirism 

    2. satin

      satin

      in fairness with alchemical potions and voidal magic it's a lot easier to melt bones on LotC

  3. "Mother above..." Sydney curses, pacing in the home he shares with a dear friend. A friend he owes two years of rent to. A friend he accidentally sent two letters to- the cause of his mistake being the mysterious scar circling his neck. Sydney has been lucky enough to make choices. He chose to come to Aevos. He chose to visit Balian. He chose not to fight. And Naya has supported all of those choices at every turn. There is a reason he refused to fight, even when Casimir asked him to. He didn't want to be a part of this. He couldn't be part of an army- a statistic, a group of numbers- that use children as weapons. To him, they're all bastards. The ones who employ children to fight, and the ones who strike them down. To him, it seems like people don't expect him to understand much, but he does. He does understand some things. He understands that this war... It's just tradings of blows. What progress has actually been made? How many children have to bleed and die for a cause they cannot understand and will not understand for years? So, the question arises. What can I do about this? Maybe he'll find the answer.
  4. Katherine never knew him. Not really. He scared her, everything scared her. She was meek, and small, and knew little more than her own name when she arrived in Balian- seeking something she didn't know. No mother, no father, no family. She simply walked until she fell. But Balian took her in- John took her in- and the king never did anything to slight her specifically. The gaps in her memory make her frown, seeing John's state makes her sad. So many people are hurting, dying, mourning. There are no guarantees. The thought is harrowing. 13, and so weary. So very weary. The king is gone, replaced immediately because that is what had to happen. There is someone new in his position so things did not fall apart. What did his individuality have to do with anything? She didn't know him. She suspects not many did, not really. Kath has this way of being suspicious of most fathers. She wonders what they hide. She wonders... The king is gone. He is replaced. People cry. Only God and Mattia may know the words that the king said in that confession booth.
  5. MODS PLEASE WE NEED THIS ITS FOR THE MENTAL STATE OF THE COMMUNITY AT LARGE!!!11!!!
  6. the sadney collection

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  7. fellas dont throw combustible lemons in libraries it wont end well

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  8. Katherine was never fond of Alfonso in life. He was rude, abrasive, threw rocks at her. But with him gone... It's not the same. It'll never be the same again. And she can't do anything to fix it. ---- ---- Mother above, Syd really hopes what he's asking isn't taking advantage of John's grief. He knows it's a lot. But he may be the only one crazy enough to ask, and John might be the only crazy enough to answer.
  9. A dark elf stops in shock. "There must be more to this... I will... write her, as soon as I am able.."
  10. sapphic_spidy

    sapphic_spidy

    [obviously in minecraft this roleplay sample would look different/shorter, this is my discord roleplay style] You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? she begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.” Kiva blinks at you, then they smile, sitting on the cushion with a light "oomph." Where to begin... "I rather like this town. Quite... ah... cozy. My parents were... traditional." They tilt their head, thinking. "My story... I am rather embarrassed to say...! For nothing has occurred. Nothing at all." But is that true? "My name is... Kiva! Yes, yes, that's it. I have, quite literally, been living under a rock all my life..! I refuse to speak ill of my parents, but they were a tad... eccentric. That's far from a bad thing though... I... Uh... Snuck out." Their smile turns sheepish, as they look away from the hag. Not once has Kiva shown any sign of apprehension towards the woman based on her age or appearance. They are not one to judge. They are not one to distrust. Naive, you could say, and you would be right. "While I do not have much of a story currently, I am looking to build one." ---------- Kiva would leave quite a bit out of their own telling of their life story, so I, Spidy, will get into more detail. They were raised by two dark elves who had tried for years to conceive. When they did, they were happy, but elected to keep their child protected and practically under lock and key. They were traditionalists, believing that dark elves should stick to underground areas. As a child, though, Kiva's dreamy ambitions caught the attention of their teacher who helped them to sneak out and see what was out there. Brief glimpses, but he took pity on them. Their parents were strict, and they wanted to see everything. They were fascinated by everything about the outside world. They collected trinkets, cherished memories of viewing the stars. Their teacher was a friend to them, but good things come to an end. Their parents discovered their personal treasure trove, destroying it, and forbade them from seeing their teacher again. No more stars and constellations. No more food from the surface world Kiva idolized so much. They could hardly bear it. They were never one to be held down, and though it pained them to say goodbye, at age 19 they set off on their own adventure. Their past is one of overprotective parents who refused to let them grow up. Paranoid parents, who loved them very much, just not in the way that they needed.
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