Joltastik

BROTHERHOOD OF THE BOAR <===========================================================> <===========================================================> Great threats require great men. On occasion, greater threats require groups of significant, motivated men to mitigate them effectively. In a Realm under threat, it is critical that an element with capable assets and defined methods and objectives manifest. This group of men will operate in denied areas, in hostile conditions, to hunt the enemy behind his lines, kill his ringleaders, burn his home, and degrade his center of gravity to expedite his fall. In a crisis, good men don't rise to their expectations, but fall to the level of their training. In a well-planned surgical war with a righteous cause, they will do both. Find us on the front lines, whence sand torments and camels prance. If you reach us in one piece, you’re able bodied and quick-witted enough for us. We don’t take kindly to the inane, obscure and the unholy. [!] The Missive ends in the display of two sigils: That of an Ouroboros, and that of a Boar. [This faction operates under a strict PK clause.]

✙~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~✙~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~✙ Kivdrona ✙~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~✙~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~✙ Years have passed since the coronation of Kivdrona’s forlorn king, and the catastrophic incident wrought by Dr. Chelka and his alchemical horrors. Stray lengths of rotting intestines, dried viscera and trails of blood still drench the Main Square’s streets, where a three headed monstrosity about the size of a leopard lowers two of its heads to sup upon a bloody puddle. The other perched its disfigured beak and beady eyes in vigilance, under the watchful shadow of the strangely pristine statue built upon the center of the Square: a crowned child riding a camel. ✙~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~✙~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~✙ ✙~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~✙~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~✙ The City has since been considered off limits by anyone with sense, allowing the mutated, former denizens of Kivdrona to fester and grow in their hunger. The city seems to have been evacuated entirely, with a good number of the surviving folk still barely trying to make by within the refugee camp outside Kivdrona’s walls. . . .Still, rumors spell of vague sightings near and within the fallen City. Those brave enough to scout Kivdrona ánd return in one piece have reported sightings of Descendant folk still fighting on the front lines and scraping by through means of scavenging and ruthless efficiency– Trying to keep the aberrant monstrosities busy so as to prevent a hungry exodus in search for more prey. ✙~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~✙~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~✙ ✙~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~✙~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~✙ Conversely, there have also been sightings of masked plague doctors thought to signify an active presence on behalf of The Chelka Institute in spite of the “Doctor’s” apparent death. Any entrance within the Institute or Academy seems to remain tightly sealed, though. . . ✙~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~✙~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~✙ ✙~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~✙~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~✙ Refugees speak of mountains of treasure to be found within the Cursed City, be it within the kingly coffers of the Lord’s Tower, Sneed’s Cathedral, the rich folk’s ruined houses or somewhere deep under Kivdrona. Others speak of even greater things to be found. These folk tales may be rich in embellishment, but Kivdrona was left in a hurry to say the least, so perhaps there may be a smidgen of truth to them. ✙~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~✙~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~✙ ✙~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~✙~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~✙ It is up to you to see. But be forewarned, for the road is perilous and wrought with man-made horrors beyond our comprehension. . . . [OOC] A few rules to keep in mind when venturing within Kivdrona: [If you wish to venture within Kivdrona or just explore the refugee camp outside the city and interact with NPC’s, chuck me a message in-game or through Discord. Alternatively, join the Kivdrona Discord server and ping me there for an interaction. Click here for invite: https://discord.gg/9k8meTeVXY]

A Coronation for the Aeons! -+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+- -+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+- In honor of The Kivdronan Crown, Coordinated with the assistance of a generous sponsorship on behalf of The Chelka Institute, And secured by Captain Glanton List’s finest officers at duty, All ye people of the land are hereby invited to the Grand advent of Prince Tristan’s coronation as the rightful ruler seating the throne of Kivdrona. As our new dutiful monarch, His Grace shall lead our efforts towards preserving the new age of technology and prosperity our people have had the grace to indulge in. The Coronation shall be held on Saturn's Day, the 9th of The Month of the Fool at Sundown within City Square. [Saturday, April 9th at 7pm EST] The festivities shall culminate into a Grand Ball held in the Lord’s Tower wherein any bearing an official invitation may attend. Invitations shall be handed out personally within the following saint’s days, delivered by Couriers garbed in vestments resembling the Kivdronan heraldry. We must remind Descendant-kind that these Couriers are under protection of the Kivdronan Crown, and any attempt to hinder their quest or steal their items is thereby direly frowned upon.

-+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+- WANTED Undercity Gangster, alias 'Shank' REWARD - 1000 minas DEAD or ALIVE -+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+- By royal decree of Kivdrona's Regency, Approved by Captain Glanton List of Kivdrona's City Watch, Officialized by Deputy Haverty Trunt of Kivdrona's City Watch, We hereby announce a bounty in the name of a criminal we could only identify as 'Shank'. He is wanted for a number of offenses, including Mass scale opium distribution, Assault, Battery, Destruction of public property, Criminal Incitement and several counts of Murder of the first degree. He holds criminal reign over the Undercity's cartels, and is speculated to have played a part in the recent massacre wrought by yet unidentified vagrants within the city's bazaar. Culprit is known to possess a fake, glass eye in his right socket. Other witness accounts describe him as a red-maned ginger with long, shaggy hair and a hare's lip. A rough sketch is provided above. Successful apprehension of culprit and subsequent delivery of him (or his head) to Kivdrona's Guard Barracks near the Square will be rewarded with 1000 minas as compensation for your service.

-+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+- An opium den somewhere in Kivdrona's Undercity. -+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+- Another tragedy has struck Kivdrona! From within the Undercity, a yet unidentified band of ne'er-do-wells has been siphoning steady batches of synthesized Opium to sell among the local populace! Often sealed and sold in bags and smoked with the help of a pipe, this stupefying tranquilizer comes in the shape of a black, putty-like substance which looks much like hashish, though it packs a much harder punch! It seems that the average Kivdronan dwelling among the impoverished castes of the Outskirts and Undercity has quickly taken a liking to the newly peddled drug, perhaps in an effort to distract themselves from the wanton loss caused by the devastating sickness Dr. Chelka now promises to cure. The Church of the Fifth Scroll admonishes both accessing Mr. Chelka's treatments and consuming the juice of the Poppy as material vices, which seek to stray believers from the grace of the coming Ark. Alas, we live in a material world; and material problems require material solutions! Meanwhile, one would find themselves increasingly uneasy whenever venturing within the scattered, torn rampants of the Undercity or Outskirts on account of increased social distress.

[!] A sinister congregation of Penitents clad in a variety of white, black or gray-coloured capirotes exit the Cathedral of the Fifth Scroll on a scorching hot day and scramble deep within the City-State of Kivdrona, pinning neat missives transcribed in carefully stylized letters. They leave as quick as they came. Upon closer inspection, each missive reads the following: “To whomsoever has the eyes to see or ears to hear, I, Son to my Father above, bear a prophecy and a plea towards the unwitting subjects of Vargengotz residing within Savoy. I was praying on the Lord’s day when My Father sought it fitting to reveal to me a vision. To my horrifying dismay, I recount it vividly to this very moment. It was that of a great storm, which came to swallow the cesspit which you call home. Above it stood the Great Wyrm, Vargengotz; conjuring hail in preparation for the times to come; for GOD’s impending, righteous fury and the Apotheosis to follow. [!] A crude sketch depicts the Wyrm's head in the supposed vision. Truly, is this a sign of how the sinning world of Mankind crumbles in its last dying days… Though the faithful and self-repentant of our flock shouldn’t worry, for GOD is righteous, and the destruction of this world shall pave the way to come towards our Ark. To the Virtuous, this is merely confirmation of my Father’s Prophecy and the times to come. The rest shall wallow in a demise fitting of their sinful ways. . .Starting with Savoy. You have been warned. Signed, Joseph Nikolaus Sneed, Fifth Exalted and Son of Man.”

[!] Parchments are posted on poles and notice boards alike all around the City-State of Kivdrona, depicting a neat transcription which reads the following: "To anyone versed in the subject, whether man of the cloth, seer, hexer or sell-sword: I have recently overseen the acquisition of an abandoned keep lying just outside our City's walls. The buyer seemed pleased about the old, abandoned fort's general state despite its faults, and even mentioned his plans for a renovation. Anyhow, dusk fell upon us by the time we reached the fort on horseback. By the time I was done showing the client around, the pale moon dimly illuminated a dark sky. The client was an outsider and I felt bad for him to be perfectly frank, so I offered to pay him a room at the Prancing Camel. I was surprised to witness him asking if he could spend a night in the old fort instead. Said he'd warm himself up to it, since he was about to buy it anyway. What can I say? I'm a sucker for a done deal. So, I allowed him to spend the night in that old fort. Went back to town to celebrate in the meantime, as the acquisition's price was quite hefty. Worst financial decision of my life. I spent most of my money in the Camel that night, knowing I would get my share from the purchase of the fort soon. 'Lo and behold, that purchase never even occurred! Instead I had a panicked client come over to my house in the brink of morning, pale as snow, to tell me of a ghastly apparition which occured in the keep that last night! I laughed, of course. But the client didn't. Nor did he laugh when he said a shadowy figure clad in dark robes overwhelmed his faculties in his sleep! He did laugh when he went on to say he would refuse to complete the payment and acquisition the home for as long as the otherworldly corrupts his hearth, though. But I didn't. So, in light of this dreary circumstance, I call upon any deeming themselves well-versed enough in the subject of spiritism to help me solve this issue AS SOON AS POSSIBLE ! A hefty reward in the 3 digits of minae awaits the potential vanquisher of this phantasm, to be bartered upon initial contact with the Independent Contractor (which is me!). You may find me during working hours at my Realtor's Office in town square. Signed, Saul, Real-Estate Mogul and Entrepreneur." ✙~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~✙~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~✙ ✙~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~✙~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~✙

1st Kivdronan Colosseum Championship In honor of Tristan Barnaby, future Warden of Kivdrona. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~✙~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~✙~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Hear ye, hear ye! All fighters of the realm! Pledge thine eyes to this inscription! For, in jubilant celebration of Prince Tristan’s upcoming coronation, the fighting pits of our Colosseum shall open to any seeking to pledge themselves worthy before the realm! A Championship is thereby announced ‘midst the festivities! It shall consist of a maximum of five participants, who shall prove their mettle in the Colosseum in three separate stages to the ends of Victory. . . or Death! The WINNER shall receive an ornate Kivdronan Championship Belt along the title of “Kivdrona’s Champion”, and shall henceforth maintain the title until losing it to a fellow gladiator in the arena in any future Championships (If the Champion wishes to retire, he shall keep the title as an honorary attribute of his past glory). Such a commendation is sure to inspire both admiration and dread within the hearts of Kivdronan ladies and gentlemen alike! Additionally, House Barnaby has pledged to offer the WINNER free property to inhabit within Kivdrona, alongside a victor’s pot from their very own coffers equating to 1 0 0 0 minas! On top of that, a well-received sponsorship on behalf of The Chelka Institute ltd.'s Archeological Alumni Division has assured us a much-prized relic to bet on the line! Indeed, what we could only name the fabled “Sword of Actuation” has been found in one of the antediluvian sites uncovered around the area surrounding our Jewel in the Sands, Kivdrona! Recovered in pristine condition from a sacred altar of yore built by hands long forgotten by the annals of recorded history, this sword's symbol-inscribed mettle is said to cut through even spells wrought from the void! The LOSERS shall receive the opportunity to mend their mortal wounds FOR FREE at the hands of the most proficient and sanitary medical staff at Chelka Institute ltd.’s facilities. If debilitated beyond repair, any deceased LOSER cadavers shall also receive the privilege of our arena’s FREE mortuary services! This is a one time offer and death comes to all, so why won’t you assure yourself a dignified resting place and a glorious end all in one fell swoop?! Just keep these rules in mind when the time comes to fight: -> NO magickal spells, enchantments, trinkets, scrolls, elixirs, or otherwise odd supernatural malformations are allowed within the Colosseum during the Championship! -> All conscripted contestants shall be stripped of their equipment before entering the arena, and given a choice to pick between a variety of mundane weapons in an arsenal provided by the Colosseum itself. -> There are a maximum of FIVE contestants to take up the roles of Gladiators in the upcoming Championship. The runner-ups shall be decided by whoever the first five to sign up are, so if you’re interested, apply posthaste! -> NO betting against oneself and voluntarily losing the Championship! Interested in Fightin’? Then file out this form below the missive, and seek out a man named “Flint” near the arena during the festivities. OOC IGN: Discord: ---------------- IC Name: Race: Is there any cause, code, brotherhood or institution which you wish to support or otherwise represent in your fight for the Champion’s Belt?: Interested in Spectatin’, Bettin’, or otherwise enjoying the coronation and the festivities? Then take the cart to the south hub and hire a camel ride to Kivdrona post haste! ((The Event shall occur on Saturday, the 5th of March 2022 at 7pm EST)) ((The Event will be CRP Only))

[!] Missives are posted over notice boards and pinned on walls alike within the confines of the City in the Sands, Kivdrona. They read the following: "To all ye GOD's fearful, D'ye not weep, to see your dead desecrated in such a manner?! For, I tell ye, a horrid and four-legged menace, big as a barn, lurks within Kivdrona's graveyard each night, swallowing the plague-bound cadavers inside the death pits whole! Naught but a bloody mess left of their decrepit flesh and bone! GOD knows I've tried ta' reach the Clergy for help. They dinnae respond, they did! The guardsmen are too busy stacking bodies 'midst the plagued, so I turn to any who will offer. I've not much ta' pay, but I've plenty gathered over last winter and a good tongue fa' barter. Rid me of this fork-tailed Daevil, an' I will pay ye roun' the three digits in minae! Find me at'e Prancing Camel. Signed, Archibald, Gravetender." ✙~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~✙~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~✙ ✙~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~✙~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~✙