The man in the glass mask is looking over the edge of the ship, at the water
*anybody? nobody? I'm cool either way*
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Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on? Discord: _salems_lot_ "Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk Would you please forgive me? While I cannot love myself, I'll choose someone else. - BNL My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
They take a deep bow, before stumbling on a loose nail, and standing back up with a sheepish grin.
"Hello, Mortana." He says, nodding to them. "It is good to meet a fellow thief. Perhaps if we get off this boat, we could make a good team."
"Perhaps we would... Anyways. Lessons on pickpocketing, correct?"
"Indeed."
"First and foremost. If you're in a large crowd, which is optimal for pickpocketing, be quick. If you see something, try and think ahead. Ask yourself, 'can I grab this?' If you can, do it, and do it fast. And never say in the same spot. After taking something, move. IF you're not in a crowd, act with purpose. You are busy and have places to be. Push people out of your way. While they stumble, quickly nab something and keep walking. Most importantly, make sure they aren't paying attention to your hands. Make them focus on your face, or your other hand, or something else entirely."
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The clocks run out, too late to wake up. You're locked under this nightmare's thumb. Begging you hide and run.
They take a deep bow, before stumbling on a loose nail, and standing back up with a sheepish grin.
"Hello, Mortana." He says, nodding to them. "It is good to meet a fellow thief. Perhaps if we get off this boat, we could make a good team."
"Perhaps we would... Anyways. Lessons on pickpocketing, correct?"
"Indeed."
"First and foremost. If you're in a large crowd, which is optimal for pickpocketing, be quick. If you see something, try and think ahead. Ask yourself, 'can I grab this?' If you can, do it, and do it fast. And never say in the same spot. After taking something, move. IF you're not in a crowd, act with purpose. You are busy and have places to be. Push people out of your way. While they stumble, quickly nab something and keep walking. Most importantly, make sure they aren't paying attention to your hands. Make them focus on your face, or your other hand, or something else entirely."
"Interesting. My usual strategy involves distracting through music, but that seems far more effective."
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If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me!
*Yo Aspen can we get some lore on this world? I assume it's not regular wuwa because Dragonborn, tieflings, and liardfolk exist, so what is the lore? Also I have an idea for why my character is so dumdum about the world.*
*ok, im gonna make this thread private now, and im working on some lore stuff. Should be ready to set out tonight or mid-day tomorrow!*
*Aspen, post on in the depths, NOW*
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Hello! Call me Gato (Cat in Spanish) My pronouns are They/them, but they can fluctuate. I am a teenage boy. I have ADHD, Depression (Maybe), and anxiety. I'm also Genderfluid, Pansexual, and Aromantic, but this community means the world to me; you cannot change that about me ALL HAIL O_MERLIN_O. 4D8 ATTEMPT:[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]=[roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll] I have adopted Golden andSalem they are my D&D child, DON'T JUDGE
The sea was obnoxiously beautiful that day. Gale Levias knew he should be amazed, but all he could do was grunt. The sea was obnoxiously beautiful every day.
Gale was a young man with blue windblown hair that turned teal at the ends, a pair of sharp and curvy horns, and a short figure. He carried a rapier and a lute, the steel of the rapier a shining silver, the wood of the lute a deep mahogany. He wore simple clothing, a tunic, a pair of baggy pants, a cloak that he had bought from one of his contacts. His skin was a pale blue, his eyes like bright sapphires, but the light in them was dull. Gale was broken. He knew he was broken.
As he stared over the railing down at the sea, he sighed to himself and brushed a hand through his oily hair. He hadn’t washed it in days-unless you counted the time when those thugs threw him into the ocean for trying to steal their food. Gale used to be a pirate, a man of glory, a man with a bounty. But four long years had passed-waiting in the shadows and watching, ready for the perfect timing. Except there was no perfect time. He didn’t know what he wanted.
And now, as he stared at the ocean, he couldn’t help but see his reflection in it, the reflection of a frowning man with wrinkles under his eyes despite his young age. Devil. Demon. Horror.
And then he turned around and walked away.
Mortana is sitting on a chair, one leg crossed over the other, gazing out at the ocean. Tapping against the leg of their stained dress pants is their revolver, beautifully carved and handled with obvious love. They look over the railing, and down at the boat, observing how it seemingly breathes in and out with each wave. They shudder. If only Ma could see them now... Ah, no use reminiscing. There'll be time for that after they figure out what's up with this boat and whether or not they need to destroy it. Sighing, they stand up, and almost walk into Gale, reflexively reaching into their crimson vest for a knife while grasping their revolver, before relaxing.
"Hey! Watch where you're going."
“Watch where I’m going? You need to watch where you’re going!” Gale glances around wildly, eyes landing on the small red dragon. “You people are all like this. Always blaming me for your troubles. But honestly it’s you who needs to pay attention to the world around you. Look over there! A goddamn dragon!”
“Well, that’s simply just a quite common echo. Have you not seen one before?” Zani proclaims in a slightly Russian accent. The strange bulbous device she carries has a ring of light around it… what could it be indicating? *make a perception/history check, or ask her.*
"Not really..." Gale says, scratching his back with embarrassment. "I spent most of my times in cities or at sea. Heard of echoes but I haven't seen that many." He grunts. "Where we headed?"
12 perception
“Ah, I see.” You recognize this device as a DATABANK, a device used to capture the pure energy of uncorrupted echoes from defeated tacet discords. Zani’s looks different from most you’ve seen, though…
"I... don't know much tech." He says awkwardly, brushing some dust from his tunic and walking back to the railing coldly. He glances at the databank again, raising an eyebrow, and then stares at Zani. She didn't answer his question. Strange.
*feel like most people here's characters would not know wuwa lore, so I'd recommend writing up something. I don't know it that well but I've looked at the wiki a ton for spoilers :3 so I can maybe write something. Do our characters know where we're going?"
*characters do kinda-ish know where they’re going, but all they know is they’ve been assigned a job by someone for the family of Carlotta.*
The sea was obnoxiously beautiful that day. Gale Levias knew he should be amazed, but all he could do was grunt. The sea was obnoxiously beautiful every day.
Gale was a young man with blue windblown hair that turned teal at the ends, a pair of sharp and curvy horns, and a short figure. He carried a rapier and a lute, the steel of the rapier a shining silver, the wood of the lute a deep mahogany. He wore simple clothing, a tunic, a pair of baggy pants, a cloak that he had bought from one of his contacts. His skin was a pale blue, his eyes like bright sapphires, but the light in them was dull. Gale was broken. He knew he was broken.
As he stared over the railing down at the sea, he sighed to himself and brushed a hand through his oily hair. He hadn’t washed it in days-unless you counted the time when those thugs threw him into the ocean for trying to steal their food. Gale used to be a pirate, a man of glory, a man with a bounty. But four long years had passed-waiting in the shadows and watching, ready for the perfect timing. Except there was no perfect time. He didn’t know what he wanted.
And now, as he stared at the ocean, he couldn’t help but see his reflection in it, the reflection of a frowning man with wrinkles under his eyes despite his young age. Devil. Demon. Horror.
And then he turned around and walked away.
Mortana is sitting on a chair, one leg crossed over the other, gazing out at the ocean. Tapping against the leg of their stained dress pants is their revolver, beautifully carved and handled with obvious love. They look over the railing, and down at the boat, observing how it seemingly breathes in and out with each wave. They shudder. If only Ma could see them now... Ah, no use reminiscing. There'll be time for that after they figure out what's up with this boat and whether or not they need to destroy it. Sighing, they stand up, and almost walk into Gale, reflexively reaching into their crimson vest for a knife while grasping their revolver, before relaxing.
"Hey! Watch where you're going."
“Watch where I’m going? You need to watch where you’re going!” Gale glances around wildly, eyes landing on the small red dragon. “You people are all like this. Always blaming me for your troubles. But honestly it’s you who needs to pay attention to the world around you. Look over there! A goddamn dragon!”
“Well, that’s simply just a quite common echo. Have you not seen one before?” Zani proclaims in a slightly Russian accent. The strange bulbous device she carries has a ring of light around it… what could it be indicating? *make a perception/history check, or ask her.*
"Not really..." Gale says, scratching his back with embarrassment. "I spent most of my times in cities or at sea. Heard of echoes but I haven't seen that many." He grunts. "Where we headed?"
12 perception
“Ah, I see.” You recognize this device as a DATABANK, a device used to capture the pure energy of uncorrupted echoes from defeated tacet discords. Zani’s looks different from most you’ve seen, though…
"I... don't know much tech." He says awkwardly, brushing some dust from his tunic and walking back to the railing coldly. He glances at the databank again, raising an eyebrow, and then stares at Zani. She didn't answer his question. Strange.
*feel like most people here's characters would not know wuwa lore, so I'd recommend writing up something. I don't know it that well but I've looked at the wiki a ton for spoilers :3 so I can maybe write something. Do our characters know where we're going?"
*characters do kinda-ish know where they’re going, but all they know is they’ve been assigned a job by someone for the family of Carlotta.*
*That would've been helpful to know. I said earlier my guy stumbled onto the ship, hiding from some thugs, can I keep that?*
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If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me!
The sea was obnoxiously beautiful that day. Gale Levias knew he should be amazed, but all he could do was grunt. The sea was obnoxiously beautiful every day.
Gale was a young man with blue windblown hair that turned teal at the ends, a pair of sharp and curvy horns, and a short figure. He carried a rapier and a lute, the steel of the rapier a shining silver, the wood of the lute a deep mahogany. He wore simple clothing, a tunic, a pair of baggy pants, a cloak that he had bought from one of his contacts. His skin was a pale blue, his eyes like bright sapphires, but the light in them was dull. Gale was broken. He knew he was broken.
As he stared over the railing down at the sea, he sighed to himself and brushed a hand through his oily hair. He hadn’t washed it in days-unless you counted the time when those thugs threw him into the ocean for trying to steal their food. Gale used to be a pirate, a man of glory, a man with a bounty. But four long years had passed-waiting in the shadows and watching, ready for the perfect timing. Except there was no perfect time. He didn’t know what he wanted.
And now, as he stared at the ocean, he couldn’t help but see his reflection in it, the reflection of a frowning man with wrinkles under his eyes despite his young age. Devil. Demon. Horror.
And then he turned around and walked away.
Mortana is sitting on a chair, one leg crossed over the other, gazing out at the ocean. Tapping against the leg of their stained dress pants is their revolver, beautifully carved and handled with obvious love. They look over the railing, and down at the boat, observing how it seemingly breathes in and out with each wave. They shudder. If only Ma could see them now... Ah, no use reminiscing. There'll be time for that after they figure out what's up with this boat and whether or not they need to destroy it. Sighing, they stand up, and almost walk into Gale, reflexively reaching into their crimson vest for a knife while grasping their revolver, before relaxing.
"Hey! Watch where you're going."
“Watch where I’m going? You need to watch where you’re going!” Gale glances around wildly, eyes landing on the small red dragon. “You people are all like this. Always blaming me for your troubles. But honestly it’s you who needs to pay attention to the world around you. Look over there! A goddamn dragon!”
“Well, that’s simply just a quite common echo. Have you not seen one before?” Zani proclaims in a slightly Russian accent. The strange bulbous device she carries has a ring of light around it… what could it be indicating? *make a perception/history check, or ask her.*
"Not really..." Gale says, scratching his back with embarrassment. "I spent most of my times in cities or at sea. Heard of echoes but I haven't seen that many." He grunts. "Where we headed?"
12 perception
“Ah, I see.” You recognize this device as a DATABANK, a device used to capture the pure energy of uncorrupted echoes from defeated tacet discords. Zani’s looks different from most you’ve seen, though…
"I... don't know much tech." He says awkwardly, brushing some dust from his tunic and walking back to the railing coldly. He glances at the databank again, raising an eyebrow, and then stares at Zani. She didn't answer his question. Strange.
*feel like most people here's characters would not know wuwa lore, so I'd recommend writing up something. I don't know it that well but I've looked at the wiki a ton for spoilers :3 so I can maybe write something. Do our characters know where we're going?"
*characters do kinda-ish know where they’re going, but all they know is they’ve been assigned a job by someone for the family of Carlotta.*
*That would've been helpful to know. I said earlier my guy stumbled onto the ship, hiding from some thugs, can I keep that?*
*yep, sorry I’ve been kinda throwing this together all Willy nilly*
Solaris-3, also known as Sol-III and Solaris, is the third planet from the sun and the setting of Wuthering Waves. The planet was ravaged by a global catastrophe known as The Lament, during which the fundamental laws of physics were disrupted. This event gave rise to the Waveworn Phenomenon, a series of anomalous occurrences resulting from the destabilization of natural laws. Due to this occurrence, humans have gained the ability to resonate and manipulate frequencies, giving rise to Resonators.
"The Lament" (Chinese: 悲鸣, "lament" or "wail of sorrow") is a term used to describe a series of catastrophic mass-extinction phenomena that have affected the planet, Solaris-3, and is one of the primary driving narratives in Wuthering Waves. It serves as the general classification for all major disaster trends and Waveworn Phenomena observed on the planet. Over the past 10,000 years, five global Lament events and more than 300,000 regional instances have been recorded, indicating a recurring and persistent pattern of large-scale disruption. These events have led to the emergence of individuals known as Resonators—those who have adapted to, or been shaped by, the residual energy of the Lament.
The Black Shores is a covert organization responsible for safeguarding humanity and overseeing the surveillance and mitigation of the Lament through the Tethys System. They have developed a predictive system for Lament activity and have established cooperative partnerships with nations across Solaris-3. Resonance Beacons have been deployed to continuously monitor the Lament, enabling real-time data collection. Additionally, the organization utilizes monitoring registers positioned worldwide to track and analyze Sentinels - entities that serve as guardians of the remaining civilization.
The Fractsidus aims to accelerate the next instance of the Lament - dubbed as the "True Lament" - by resurrecting the Threnodians, formidable creatures born from the Laments, with the power to destroy the human spirit and feed off of their collapsed will.
Tacet Fields are a form of Waveworn Phenomenon, and are widely believed to be where all Tacet Discords originate. Reverberations fill the air in these locations, linking the world to an unknown space through a white Resonance Cord.
Tacet Discords (abbreviated as TDs) are sentient beings formed by the residual chaotic frequency energy under the Waveworn Phenomenon with ever-changing, amorphous forms. They possess Tacet Cores (Chinese: 声核; lit: Sound Nucleus), also known by the academic community as Reverberation Bodies (Chinese: 残响体) and instinctively feed on other frequencies to maintain stability and evolve.
These creatures mimic the abilities, shapes, and behaviors of others and are influenced by the types of frequency they consume.
Pangu terminals
A Terminal is a device used by Resonators. Each Terminal has various functions that aid Resonators in exploration, navigation and collection in Solaris-3. Terminals vary in appearance and function depending on the nation, as can be visually seen in the difference between the Terminals of Resonators from Huanglong, Rinascita, The Black Shores and the Fractsidus. The Rover carries a unique version of the Terminal that can be upgraded.
Resonators.
A Resonator experiences their Awakening when they first resonate with the frequencies of something in the world and gain their Resonance Ability, also known as their Forte. When this happens, a symbol known as a Tacet Mark appears some place on their body.
In this world, some tacet discords have been purified, resulting as what we now know as Harmonies. These harmonies range in intelligence, size, and shape, some can talk, and some can’t. Some are kept as pets, while others are members of society. *I figured out how to explain Dragonborn an (GP) yayyyyyy*
Gale has wandered away from Mortana and is now staring over the railing of the ship, stomach growling. He fishes through the pockets of his pants for anything, and shoves a few crumbs into his mouth.
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If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me!
Gale has wandered away from Mortana and is now staring over the railing of the ship, stomach growling. He fishes through the pockets of his pants for anything, and shoves a few crumbs into his mouth.
The man in the glass mask is nearby, gloved hands clinging to the railing as he watches the water go by
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Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on? Discord: _salems_lot_ "Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk Would you please forgive me? While I cannot love myself, I'll choose someone else. - BNL My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
Gale has wandered away from Mortana and is now staring over the railing of the ship, stomach growling. He fishes through the pockets of his pants for anything, and shoves a few crumbs into his mouth.
The man in the glass mask is nearby, gloved hands clinging to the railing as he watches the water go by
Gale glances over, sighing. "Know where this ship is headed? I'd like to get off next stop."
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If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me!
*hmm… how shall I introduce Noah…*
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “I don’t know why Pretty boy is an insult. I’m the prettiest boy in this goddamn town.”
_-One more time, for the Money- Two Time, for the Love- Three time, for the Beauty, these are the things that dreams are made of-_
_-At The First Thanksgiving-_ _-Official Harbinger of Mariah Carey-_ _-Secretly Mrs. Claus-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
*anybody? nobody? I'm cool either way*
Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on?
Discord: _salems_lot_
"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk
Would you please forgive me? While I cannot love myself, I'll choose someone else. - BNL
My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
"First and foremost. If you're in a large crowd, which is optimal for pickpocketing, be quick. If you see something, try and think ahead. Ask yourself, 'can I grab this?' If you can, do it, and do it fast. And never say in the same spot. After taking something, move. IF you're not in a crowd, act with purpose. You are busy and have places to be. Push people out of your way. While they stumble, quickly nab something and keep walking. Most importantly, make sure they aren't paying attention to your hands. Make them focus on your face, or your other hand, or something else entirely."
The clocks run out, too late to wake up.
You're locked under this nightmare's thumb.
Begging you hide and run.
W H A T H A V E I B E C O M E ?
"Interesting. My usual strategy involves distracting through music, but that seems far more effective."
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me!
Extended Signature!
*(Deep breath)*
*Gourmet*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
*Aspen is there gonna be combat in this campaign? I really want to use Gale in combat.*
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me!
Extended Signature!
*Yea, workin on it rn*
Sorlock fanatic (I’m not a minmaxer I swear)
*Yea I just gotta get things sorted, the real stuff should start in 1-2 days*
Sorlock fanatic (I’m not a minmaxer I swear)
*ok, im gonna make this thread private now, and im working on some lore stuff. Should be ready to set out tonight or mid-day tomorrow!*
Sorlock fanatic (I’m not a minmaxer I swear)
*Aspen, post on in the depths, NOW*
Hello! Call me Gato (Cat in Spanish)
My pronouns are They/them, but they can fluctuate.
I am a teenage boy. I have ADHD, Depression (Maybe), and anxiety. I'm also Genderfluid, Pansexual, and Aromantic,
but this community means the world to me; you cannot change that about me
ALL HAIL O_MERLIN_O. 4D8 ATTEMPT:[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]=[roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
I have adopted Golden andSalem they are my D&D child, DON'T JUDGE
*characters do kinda-ish know where they’re going, but all they know is they’ve been assigned a job by someone for the family of Carlotta.*
Sorlock fanatic (I’m not a minmaxer I swear)
*IM SORRYYYYY*
Sorlock fanatic (I’m not a minmaxer I swear)
*That would've been helpful to know. I said earlier my guy stumbled onto the ship, hiding from some thugs, can I keep that?*
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me!
Extended Signature!
*yep, sorry I’ve been kinda throwing this together all Willy nilly*
Sorlock fanatic (I’m not a minmaxer I swear)
Solaris-3, also known as Sol-III and Solaris, is the third planet from the sun and the setting of Wuthering Waves. The planet was ravaged by a global catastrophe known as The Lament, during which the fundamental laws of physics were disrupted. This event gave rise to the Waveworn Phenomenon, a series of anomalous occurrences resulting from the destabilization of natural laws. Due to this occurrence, humans have gained the ability to resonate and manipulate frequencies, giving rise to Resonators.
"The Lament" (Chinese: 悲鸣, "lament" or "wail of sorrow") is a term used to describe a series of catastrophic mass-extinction phenomena that have affected the planet, Solaris-3, and is one of the primary driving narratives in Wuthering Waves. It serves as the general classification for all major disaster trends and Waveworn Phenomena observed on the planet. Over the past 10,000 years, five global Lament events and more than 300,000 regional instances have been recorded, indicating a recurring and persistent pattern of large-scale disruption. These events have led to the emergence of individuals known as Resonators—those who have adapted to, or been shaped by, the residual energy of the Lament.
The Black Shores is a covert organization responsible for safeguarding humanity and overseeing the surveillance and mitigation of the Lament through the Tethys System. They have developed a predictive system for Lament activity and have established cooperative partnerships with nations across Solaris-3. Resonance Beacons have been deployed to continuously monitor the Lament, enabling real-time data collection. Additionally, the organization utilizes monitoring registers positioned worldwide to track and analyze Sentinels - entities that serve as guardians of the remaining civilization.
The Fractsidus aims to accelerate the next instance of the Lament - dubbed as the "True Lament" - by resurrecting the Threnodians, formidable creatures born from the Laments, with the power to destroy the human spirit and feed off of their collapsed will.
Tacet Fields are a form of Waveworn Phenomenon, and are widely believed to be where all Tacet Discords originate. Reverberations fill the air in these locations, linking the world to an unknown space through a white Resonance Cord.
Tacet Discords (abbreviated as TDs) are sentient beings formed by the residual chaotic frequency energy under the Waveworn Phenomenon with ever-changing, amorphous forms. They possess Tacet Cores (Chinese: 声核; lit: Sound Nucleus), also known by the academic community as Reverberation Bodies (Chinese: 残响体) and instinctively feed on other frequencies to maintain stability and evolve.
These creatures mimic the abilities, shapes, and behaviors of others and are influenced by the types of frequency they consume.
Pangu terminals
A Terminal is a device used by Resonators. Each Terminal has various functions that aid Resonators in exploration, navigation and collection in Solaris-3. Terminals vary in appearance and function depending on the nation, as can be visually seen in the difference between the Terminals of Resonators from Huanglong, Rinascita, The Black Shores and the Fractsidus. The Rover carries a unique version of the Terminal that can be upgraded.
Resonators.
A Resonator experiences their Awakening when they first resonate with the frequencies of something in the world and gain their Resonance Ability, also known as their Forte. When this happens, a symbol known as a Tacet Mark appears some place on their body.
In this world, some tacet discords have been purified, resulting as what we now know as Harmonies. These harmonies range in intelligence, size, and shape, some can talk, and some can’t. Some are kept as pets, while others are members of society.
*I figured out how to explain Dragonborn an (GP) yayyyyyy*
Sorlock fanatic (I’m not a minmaxer I swear)
*Mind if I do what Potato did and play as a modified dragon? Specifically, a Deep Dragon Wyrmling?*
Life Advice: If someone annoys you, just cast Prestidigitation on them and soil their pants.
Goobertio is my hired goon (probably paid), and this is my extended signature: (^v^)
Also, I am a narcissist, used to be aromantic (maybe still am? I dunno...) and 100% a nerd. But, like, a really weird one. More weird than most.
Gale has wandered away from Mortana and is now staring over the railing of the ship, stomach growling. He fishes through the pockets of his pants for anything, and shoves a few crumbs into his mouth.
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me!
Extended Signature!
The man in the glass mask is nearby, gloved hands clinging to the railing as he watches the water go by
Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on?
Discord: _salems_lot_
"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk
Would you please forgive me? While I cannot love myself, I'll choose someone else. - BNL
My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
*sure! You two are both harmonies.*
Sorlock fanatic (I’m not a minmaxer I swear)
Gale glances over, sighing. "Know where this ship is headed? I'd like to get off next stop."
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me!
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