GammaRose

Roblox-aah looking map. Came here for update, stayed for stephen king turtle

In some weird way and aspect when it comes to villainy and storytelling, it would be interesting to interact with a group if there was a more in-depth plot-line (and this is kind of a hard reach/ask too since this takes some time, dedication, and effort on both player's end for this). Over a year ago before I went into a hiatus due to a cancer-diagnosis in my family that left me having to be the parent and caretaker in my family, I got my hands involved with this really fun eventline that had me entangled in someone else's plans with their own demons, cultists, and dark practitioners. In that group was one of my dear friends, and together we bounced ideas of having our characters be nemesis with each other. With their character, in a normal guise, they were friends, but when she dressed up to engage in villainy, she would target my character and I would continue the hunt for this cult. It would be so fun to see that happen again (and I know that won't be me since I'm still a caretaker and in school), for a character to get to know a group of people, befriend and love them, but with some twisted ideology they target those whom they most respect for this big evil plot, or possibly be overly curious about a group and TESTING the boundaries to see if they'd falter or not. And it shouldn't be a tiring ordeal of: 'YOU ARE IN MY CHAMBER OF SADISM. GET WHIPPED GET WHIPPED GET WHIPPED' It should be- 'Come take a seat, have some tea, lets wager if your friends will come rescue you when that clock turns three. If you win I let you go. If I win, I take something from you.' Getting beat around like I'm at a kid's 8th birthday party and they needed me as a pinata due to short supply is pretty mentally wearing when its such a common and lame trend on this server. It's overrated. It's good when it's done every once in a while in a blue moon but like- it gets to a point it's just superficial scarring than anything character developing. I have seen these events and organized plots take place before, and every time players get so thrilled to have something that motivates or adds new behavior to a character. Whether it's being thrown into a deep cave and tortured of your past, hunting down a drug den from stolen sheep, having one epic fight then sat face to face with a member of six vampire group, or being shown a deceptive lie about your loved ones that it puts your own trust to the test about their loyalty! It's always so fun but so rare to witness these days. And typically- even if this server is very hellish when it comes to OOC communication, it really does heavily rely on a lot of before-hand organization, understanding, documentation (because some players will be weird at the end of the day), AND communication. Maybe this is just me screaming into a vacuum and your group already does this but I have based this on the past few months with other characters I have seen getting kidnapped, and then how that RP felt pre-incident and post-incident. It's all just the same cycle that you can easily avoid what happens from how common and typical it is.

I don't see this fitting with the void either. The void has nothing in it. The void in lore isn't an expanse that transcends 'the celestial heavens' to let others see back or forward in time, it's more of just this love-craftian space that wants to eat everything (people can argue with me on this but this has been restated by the Storyteam countless of times in their events and in world events). I get the concept of creating the zodiac to make celestials but I think I'm just bewildered of how it themes itself in a place that creates and somehow transcends even farther than aengudaemonic stuff already implemented. This should have been a new magic of it's own, something neutral that opposes Seers and Shamans, or adds a clean up to it. Like this is really good but it denies the actual narrative of what the staff have performed on the server time and time again. EDIT: This also contradicts the cosmology lore that had been recently posted

I CAN FINALLY LIVE MY MERMAID FANTASY +10 IMMEDIATELY

I CAN FINALLY LIVE MY MERMAID FANTASY +10 Edit: If you see a dupilcate on the page- the Forum glitched on me and sent 3 of em instead of one.

This CA rewrite is really cool and deserves more love and attention. For sure feel really excited about creating something new with this to engage with the server.

[Amathine] The Drunken Stag Tavern Grand Reopening [OOC: 𖥧 6:00 PM EST 𖥧] After recent renovations and repairs made to the Amathine Tavern and bar, we are proud to announce the Drunken Stag’s Grand Reopening! We feature cuisine local to the region, unique ingredients, and handcrafted prizes from games from our local craftspeople. [ 𖥧 MENU 𖥧 ] Feeling Lost? Don’t worry! You're not alone! With the expertise of some of our local adventurers, they helped us configure this map just for you. Just follow the dirt path by the side of the main road and you’ll find your way in the heart of Amathine’s square, then look to your left and you’ll find the tavern standing high above you!

Take a moment to read what they said. Good on ya to link an alternative, but it's not very nice to shirk their efforts and organization as well as the time they took to respond to you.

Grins in mineman builder

F for any seer that becomes a werewolf with arachnophobia, or a fear of caterpillars. 1v1 Angry hairy woman versus Bob the Spider

So anyone who's stank ass hasn't showered in five days is immediately getting flamed by werewolves. (On a real note, this seems so fun- the RP this would draw in is incredible. Incredible post!)

The Storyteller reels back at the depiction of a panda, neither irked or disgusted by the fact it was portrayed in this manner, but simply for the fact it was a panda. The elfess detested the animal. "Pon, take this poster and hide it in the farthest reaches of my letter cabinet! This-this putrid bear has crept it's way back into this realm; extinction has failed it!" As quick as it was delivered, the woman discarded the parchment onto the floor for the wisp to hastily store into her desk. She curled into her bed, wrought with annoyance, and left restless to even catch a wink of sleep. The panda had haunted her mind once more.

For once, the elfess was about to retire to the warm confines of her bed just a bit earlier than her usual rest time. Panic and the stress of a dreamless sleep did not plague her in this rare opportunity, but just as she tucked her feet beneath the blankets, a familiar blue wisp crawled from the walls to deliver the notice. She knew better than to skim over it, but the tempting fruit of curiosity had led her astray. "Ah, this is a good one!" Exclaimed the Storyteller, piercing emerald eyes a lit with glee. Quickly, she rushed to her book, pinning the notice to keep note of history as well as topic for future chatter. "Good job, Pon! Let's keep our ears open for more news that floats in the waters of this realm."

I'm very flattered but I think Jjosey is more deserving to go on the bingo card than me since I haven't done commissions in a year because of situational issues. I'm very flattered and happy to be remembered regardless, thank you for considering me in this! 🙇‍♀️

[~] A grey bottle floats aimlessly in the open sea, the waves carry it to any wondering eyes for it to take. It has been wrapped in twine with it's seal covered well by a golden wax. The contents of this bottle carry a letter and a dry-pressed lavender flower, it's ink softly shimmers and glows like molten gold in the absence of light. [~] S.A 154 Dear Haelun, Do you ever find it difficult to wake up knowing it still feels like dreaming? I find it hard, most days, trying to walk and even function properly. You and all your years of wisdom and strife make it seem so easy to stand tall, and here I am like sand crumbling beneath the waves. It’s difficult to wake up and prepare for the day, but it’s also a struggle to fall asleep too. Not even in my worst nightmares am I able to escape from hearing the most horrible of things, I’m in constant physical pain and want to puke at all the wretched things that I hear and feel. I often measure you to the greatness of the sun, because the light you cast isn’t just overwhelming, but it fills the world with warmth and vibrancy. While I empathize with the moon, and do what I can to reflect that light, I feel I have most in common with the night, and endless void that is forever shrouded in all the things horrid with the world. It’s so difficult to wake up, but I can’t even tell if I’m dreaming or not. How pitiful is that?

[~] A grey bottle floats aimlessly in the open sea, the waves carry it to any wondering eyes for it to take. It has been wrapped in twine with it's seal covered well by a golden wax. The contents of this bottle carry a letter and a dry-pressed lavender flower, it's ink softly shimmers and glows like molten gold in the absence of light. [~] S.A 154 19th The Amber Cold Dear Kera, It doesn’t matter how hard you might try, out of all the ‘Caprio’s and Capulets, there is always someone out there who exists to overlap you and your stories, to outshine you no matter how hard you try to be the brightest star in the sky. There are those who naturally exist to be the heralded sun and worshiped. But that’s not true for me, is it? Or true for you either. I suppose I was that star who overcasted you when we were younger. Though I didn’t mean to, no matter how hard that I try, the name of your story always slips through my fingers like grains of sand; and no matter how hard I try for others to remember me, like water I am impossible to hold. No matter what I can try or seem to do to stand out, I’m always jealous of the others around me; how brilliantly they shine, awarded for the smallest of things while I am left out here to rot. Then again, I’ve always been too humble, for I know my purpose isn’t to shine like the stars in the sky, but to be the background that helps to illuminate what they are. I relish in that fact, it brings me some comfort to know a purpose I serve, but wouldn’t it be nice to dream to be a little bit special for a day? To be praised for at least existing, but that is in itself far too selfish of a wish to be granted. I wonder what it is people think if they knew of someone as wretched as me, I wonder how that story would be?

I think my only issue is the metal bit, because even for the sake of mechanics, it doesn’t make sense for the tiniest of metals to put a stop to everything when you have coins and whatnot. I think it should serve as ‘the more metal, the weaker your connection’. Like wear ten rings, can’t use kani, but wear five and you’re a little inhibited.

The Storyteller's eyes narrow at the missive like a pair of sharpened daggers; inquiry and intrigue enlightened what dim life had faded betwixt their starry gaze. As the elf turned to glance at the decrepit figure of their kin who lay nearly lifeless in bed, a thought remained persistent in their weary head. She'd wonder to herself, despite everything else that had occurred, what was their relationship with the Blonde Mage; how deep were the pools of tribune and false face? The duality of Izanami couldn't help but chuckle at this perplexity, laughter devoid of all things joyous and honest, the feigned prophecy of lost integrity. And yet what was authentic and genuine was worry that the woman denied, a concern for the man that was all too similar to the path of A Young Girl long ago. 'How strange,' The Lady thought. Spindly digits procuring a letter and quill addressed itself to the supposed Youth, feigning the intent of a weary menace to disguise a deep concern.

KANI KANI KANI KANI KANI KANI KANI KANI KANI KANI KANI KANI KANI KANI KANI KANI KANI KANI KANI KANI Only the torpedos can get me for the crimes i commit on land.

The Storyteller finally had their well-earned rest. After hours of gruelling work spent defusing 'a bomb' in midst their meeting, they could finally hibernate and exclude themself from the world for at least a few days.

i like the title it make my tummy happy

Returning from the reunited meeting and greeted alone by paper and missive, The Storyteller's rage erupted- unbound- at the reminder of the assination. "Hypocrites... HYPOCRITES" The Almenodrim screeched, a fist hammering into a nearby wall and painted in crimson ichor. "HYPOCRITES- THE LOT OF EM! STUPID STUPID HYPOCRITES." No matter their attempts to maintain rhythmic beat, to grasp at the dwindling strand of patience they had, the horror of trauma and memories burned ire into Beowulf's very soul. "They don't EVEN DESERVE A JUST DEATH- MAIM THEM! BRUTALIZE THEM! THEY ARE NOT WORTHY TO DIE A SWIFT DEATH! Make them SUFFER!"

Scorned by the southern sun and laid to rest in the beds of Haelun'or, there lay sickly in the heat, the adopted kin of Idril Sylvaeri. Plagued and exhausted by nightmares and worry, a woman clutched their last exchange with The Crowned to her heart. The hours burned away in the infernal haze as children under her watch toiled away in their games. Despite their proclaimed disposition and stance, The Storyteller's heart, for some reason, longed and ached. Memories chalked off as pages in a book, the observer worried for The Divine's end finale. It wasn't too long ages ago, when bastard's child compromised of love and hope arrived at a temple begging for her a swift death to punish 'the scum of the earth' The goddess did not grant this cruel desire, but instead blessed upon them a woman by the fire The Divine had blessed her with Idril Sylvaeri The only one in the realm who could ease her worry The troubled youth would still know struggle and pain but at least from her, they knew love, warmth, and faith. Gliding in from overhead in the windowsil, a letter had planted itself in the observer's lap. They were met in a flurry of colorful disarray, apprehension growing unfolding the letter. Could this hail the end of Idril's chapter? But alas, just as promised, this was not the case. The faith once lost was rekindled with hope. Reading through the missive not as an observer but as the faithful daughter of Idril Sylvaeri, Beowulf never felt so proud to have someone so loving to exist in their world. "Idril- Haelun!" She'd cry out with joy, her eerie eyes weeping with relief. Promises kept and a heart filled with hope, Leyu called over her siblings and kids. "Children, come! Look what Haelun has done!" And her world was at peace knowing their mother was safe. 'May we prosper.' Words that would continue to resonate within her heart. Thank you Haelun.

We're ******* dying and im going to cry from being chokeholded