*morning! sorry for being off yesterday it was horribly hectic, but i’ve been practicing my writing :]*
*gasp, hi Cyno! No worries about not being on yesterday :>*
*archfey!!! got myself up to talk to you before you left and before i went back to sleep, did i miss anything noteworthy yesterday?*
*hmmm… nothing particularly big, I don’t think. But Caleb did learn that one of Coronet’s characters has been watching him and Alex and shipping them :>*
*morning! sorry for being off yesterday it was horribly hectic, but i’ve been practicing my writing :]*
*gasp, hi Cyno! No worries about not being on yesterday :>*
*archfey!!! got myself up to talk to you before you left and before i went back to sleep, did i miss anything noteworthy yesterday?*
*hmmm… nothing particularly big, I don’t think. But Caleb did learn that one of Coronet’s characters has been watching him and Alex and shipping them :>*
*I’m excited to get the Sun Quest rolling! :>*
*OTP, OTP, OTP. Little gay shadow gremlin watching campers like it's his favorite anime. lol*
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
*morning! sorry for being off yesterday it was horribly hectic, but i’ve been practicing my writing :]*
*HI CYNO!!!*
*hello! i did write a zaidan cutscene if you wanted to see..*
*Sure :)*
*it’s really long, fair warning*
Shit. Shitshitshitshit.
Headache inducing chroma-lights lined the arched, upper ceilings of the disgustingly large ballroom - quite literally swimming with color. With a quick glance up, Koja could spot the shadows of the luneseals’ lazily shifting pattern, flickering and tempering the chromatic cast-light down onto the packed floor below. It was giving him a damn migraine, even through the bonematte mask he had painstakingly carved as a backup for the occasion. Eyes flicking left to right, catching on any creature who so much as laid a glance on him, Koja scanned the crowd desperately, met with only a view of polished-masked faces moving in tandem to the earsplitting beat of a boosted instrument, as the soft strings of a boneharper’s sail combine with the umber haired, dual scabbard lute-bard for the thrumming melody.
Commander. I need to find the commander first. ****- I-
A firm hand on his shoulder nearly throws him for a spin, Koja practically leaping out of his own skin, spaded tail stuck straight out like a cat’s. He catches himself mid swing, his militant-trained self control beaten into him immediately clamping down quickly on the primitive fight or flight instinct - elbow tilted up and half tucked awkwardly to prevent himself from striking the culprit. Bloody hell.
“At ease, soldier.” Says the man now grasping onto Koja with a rather heavy hand. The height distance is almost comical - Koja’s chin now nearly pointed at the ceiling to get a good look at his assailant. Their voice is muffled by the nearly equine-like animalistic mask - a bit of a strange styilized choice, as Koja was nearly certain no Listonia nor Vermillion trooper would turn a blind eye to something so overtly crude - the man’s silver uniform-plate embellished with..a brass inlaid shattered coat of arms. Oh. That’s not ideal.
Koja twitches, mouth half open in a mix between an apology and a hasty retreat. Protocol states to kneel before a superior officer. Though, a quick glance easily told him that he would become an incredibly disruptive tripping hazard and likely bring unwanted attention to the two of them. Both of which he did not want. “I- yes lieutenant. Sir.” Koja manages to spit out hastily, signing left hand-to-breast, right hand-on-perpendicular, elbows where they were supposed to this time - he had been chastised enough times by centurian command by now. One finger to the war horses for each mistake, and he quite liked his fingers where they were.
“You seem troubled, soldier.” Their pale eyes flicker from behind the mask, as if taking in his full stature. Koja was uniform adherent, of course, so there was nothing to fear. In theory. He may have forgotten to switch his brass pin to the non-dominant side. Koja twitched again.
“Personal matters. Wife and kids.. they’re ill, and I haven’t seen them in quite some time.” Koja says stutteringly in an almost pity-inducing tone, his body language shifting to resemble that more of a kicked pup. Great. Lying through my ******* teeth at mister “I just carved seventeen ******* storm giants’ eyeballs out of their skull and then ate them for breakfast.”
The eyebrow raise from the horse-mask man was almost audible, as he inspected Koja for likely a third time now. By the primes, he was going to miss having all of his fingers. “I am sorry to hear about your family’s situation.” The horse-masked man said softly, responding with a somehow perfect balance between distanced professionalism and an almost sympathetic tone - Koja even found himself feeling the slightest hint of guilt. Hell. Like the damn half-dead sandwalker that near ******* blew up the next block over. One of the reasons he needed to be here in the first place.
“Do you know where they are now? I’m sure any self respecting nearby warcamp would gladly offer medicinal assistance to a mother and child.” The eyeholes in the mask flickered again. ****. Disengage. Please.
“Yes.. they are currently recovering at Jhrakan’s port. I’ve tried to keep them away from warcamps, sir.” Koja speaks, somehow nearly managing verbal prostration. “My son, he.. isn’t ready for the draft. He..” Koja trails off, forcing his ears to droop, down to the point. Would crying be too much? Yes you ******* idiot, crying would be too much. **** me. I’m going ******* mental.
The hand clasps his shoulder again, firmly. Koja cant see a thing beyond that damn mask, but the other man’s voice is so disturbingly carrying he may as well have been using dreamspeech. “I understand. If you need to excuse yourself at any time, I’m certain no one here would fault you for that. I find myself needing a break from the commotion as well on most occasions. The moon is new, tonight - it’s quite nice to admire it without the threat of transformation.”
Koja forces out another stupid looking half-smile-half grimace. Is he doing this on purpose? There’s no possible way he would know. Travel like this hadn’t even existed yet.
“Thank you, Lieutenant.” He bows again, forcing the Lieutenant to drop his hold, repeating his salute - reverse now, at correct quarter timing - before reaching up to readjust the polished ring-jewels embedded into the crown of his own horns. Koja silently swore to himself to remind Samos that he would be needing a raise after this.
Moving awkwardly between shuffling slow dancers and circles of discussion, both giving him equally dirty looks as he squeezes past with clicking heels against the white marble floor, the thin tiefling resumed the search for his elusive target. He did not notice the soft change of the lantern’s luminosity, nor the irregular startled timing of the luneseal’s shadows from within the translucent strobe lights. He did not see the horse-masked soldier’s carefully carved hilt barely visible in its scabbard, the handle of an ashwood and bone flintlock leveled perfectly to mimic the shape of a sheathed scimitar. He did not hear the pitched dogwhistle, did not feel the nearly invisible print left on the shoulder fabric of his clothing. The lingering smell of acrid smoke and chemical dust still clung to the dusted coat of the unfortunate tiefling’s experienced pursuer. Poor lad. Perfect in covering up his tracks, his allegiances, and even his name. But he could recognize a dissenter and worm-addled glisco ****er when he saw one. And by the bloody Abyss itself, he already lost one brother and was not losing anyone else to that godsforsaken death-waste desolate excuse for a world.
Slipping the leathered face mask on, they inhale softly, testing the filters. Perfectly functional. They click through the stone-like layered disc in their hand lazily, humming a low tune, speaking in an almost sing-song voice - or as close as one could get to it with the flat monotone of the western Marilian gong that still was fully audible in their voice despite years of being away from the coast.
Lieutenant, this is Saiga checking in. You may want to clear out of there. It’s dreadfully boring up here, and I’m itching to set the rig off. I feel my fingers slipping already. Over.
There’s a brief silence, then a soft thrum of energy as the stone transmits the sound of a slightly exasperated voice, thick with one of the more southern Beilorian accents, one that Saiga still found entertaining to hear. It is essential that you preserve the worm. That bloody hat freak has been outsourcing as of late. If they get a single foothold within the Empire in its current state, we will have much more to worry about than boredom. Over.
The alchemist sighs, breath expelled in a short burst from their full face covering. They flip the switch another time, opposing hand toying with a slim silver chain and dogtag. I don’t want to be here, Lieutenant. I want to find the Joranta son. Perhaps they’ll leave us alone then? The alchemist muses, moving to sit in a more crisscrossed position, gently shoving aside one of the now-eyeless luneseal carcasses lying scattered haphazardly across the glass pane. They pause. Oh. Over.
Another message, as the stone vibrates from use, Saiga tapping it with one finger impatiently. No. Taima will handle it. Do not contact me until you’ve finished. Over.
Boring. Saiga sighs softly, inaudible to anyone but themselves as they gather a thin string around their fingers. They can spot the tiefling from here - he’s nearly made it to his target. Carefully uncorking one of the more durable bottles of their belt, a soft hissing sound escaping the lid as the reddish smog leaks out, Saiga runs their fingers along the nearly blemishless outer glass, a soft smile gracing their face as they admire their own craftsmanship. Hand poised over the open vent, Saiga almost smiles - if only his poor twice-cursed freak of nature brother were here to watch this performance.
“Down the hatch you go..” The grinning alchemist sings softly, almost daintily dropping the encased smog-canister down the metal pipe with hardly a sound. Mouthing the words as he holds his fingers up in countdown to nobody but himself, Saiga ticks the time, as if playing a game. One tick for someone to notice. Three ticks for Koja to realize. And five ticks for the screaming to begin.
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
*Man I feel that struggle, I'm still flip flopping on my hunter idea. I do have my new shadow child though. Can't wait to see what you settle on for your new character.*
*how are you doing?*
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
*morning! sorry for being off yesterday it was horribly hectic, but i’ve been practicing my writing :]*
*It's fine Everyone has stuff they need to do irl sometimes btw do you want your old settlement in my world I'm making cyno?*
*maybe, but im very particular about it so i might have to give very detailed instructions and explanations about it if that’s okay. if not then thats cool dont worry about it. i love rhagoan so much it was a really good project*
*Well, I believe the doc should let you edit it so you can add your settlement to it if you want because I have a feeling you're going to do something interesting with it. This would be a while after the thread died, so hundreds of years later. Most civilizations in the thread would now be kingdoms or empires if they are still around*
*ohhh okay sick! yes absolutely then, I love lore dumping*
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
*hmmm… nothing particularly big, I don’t think. But Caleb did learn that one of Coronet’s characters has been watching him and Alex and shipping them :>*
*I’m excited to get the Sun Quest rolling! :>*
*oml dont tell alex he’ll explode from embarrassment*
*me too! i keep forgetting to check the other threads 😭*
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
*Man I feel that struggle, I'm still flip flopping on my hunter idea. I do have my new shadow child though. Can't wait to see what you settle on for your new character.*
*how are you doing?*
*I'm doing good, enjoying my morning before I have to work this afternoon.*
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
*morning! sorry for being off yesterday it was horribly hectic, but i’ve been practicing my writing :]*
*HI CYNO!!!*
*hello! i did write a zaidan cutscene if you wanted to see..*
*Sure :)*
*it’s really long, fair warning*
Shit. Shitshitshitshit.
Headache inducing chroma-lights lined the arched, upper ceilings of the disgustingly large ballroom - quite literally swimming with color. With a quick glance up, Koja could spot the shadows of the luneseals’ lazily shifting pattern, flickering and tempering the chromatic cast-light down onto the packed floor below. It was giving him a damn migraine, even through the bonematte mask he had painstakingly carved as a backup for the occasion. Eyes flicking left to right, catching on any creature who so much as laid a glance on him, Koja scanned the crowd desperately, met with only a view of polished-masked faces moving in tandem to the earsplitting beat of a boosted instrument, as the soft strings of a boneharper’s sail combine with the umber haired, dual scabbard lute-bard for the thrumming melody.
Commander. I need to find the commander first. ****- I-
A firm hand on his shoulder nearly throws him for a spin, Koja practically leaping out of his own skin, spaded tail stuck straight out like a cat’s. He catches himself mid swing, his militant-trained self control beaten into him immediately clamping down quickly on the primitive fight or flight instinct - elbow tilted up and half tucked awkwardly to prevent himself from striking the culprit. Bloody hell.
“At ease, soldier.” Says the man now grasping onto Koja with a rather heavy hand. The height distance is almost comical - Koja’s chin now nearly pointed at the ceiling to get a good look at his assailant. Their voice is muffled by the nearly equine-like animalistic mask - a bit of a strange styilized choice, as Koja was nearly certain no Listonia nor Vermillion trooper would turn a blind eye to something so overtly crude - the man’s silver uniform-plate embellished with..a brass inlaid shattered coat of arms. Oh. That’s not ideal.
Koja twitches, mouth half open in a mix between an apology and a hasty retreat. Protocol states to kneel before a superior officer. Though, a quick glance easily told him that he would become an incredibly disruptive tripping hazard and likely bring unwanted attention to the two of them. Both of which he did not want. “I- yes lieutenant. Sir.” Koja manages to spit out hastily, signing left hand-to-breast, right hand-on-perpendicular, elbows where they were supposed to this time - he had been chastised enough times by centurian command by now. One finger to the war horses for each mistake, and he quite liked his fingers where they were.
“You seem troubled, soldier.” Their pale eyes flicker from behind the mask, as if taking in his full stature. Koja was uniform adherent, of course, so there was nothing to fear. In theory. He may have forgotten to switch his brass pin to the non-dominant side. Koja twitched again.
“Personal matters. Wife and kids.. they’re ill, and I haven’t seen them in quite some time.” Koja says stutteringly in an almost pity-inducing tone, his body language shifting to resemble that more of a kicked pup. Great. Lying through my ******* teeth at mister “I just carved seventeen ******* storm giants’ eyeballs out of their skull and then ate them for breakfast.”
The eyebrow raise from the horse-mask man was almost audible, as he inspected Koja for likely a third time now. By the primes, he was going to miss having all of his fingers. “I am sorry to hear about your family’s situation.” The horse-masked man said softly, responding with a somehow perfect balance between distanced professionalism and an almost sympathetic tone - Koja even found himself feeling the slightest hint of guilt. Hell. Like the damn half-dead sandwalker that near ******* blew up the next block over. One of the reasons he needed to be here in the first place.
“Do you know where they are now? I’m sure any self respecting nearby warcamp would gladly offer medicinal assistance to a mother and child.” The eyeholes in the mask flickered again. ****. Disengage. Please.
“Yes.. they are currently recovering at Jhrakan’s port. I’ve tried to keep them away from warcamps, sir.” Koja speaks, somehow nearly managing verbal prostration. “My son, he.. isn’t ready for the draft. He..” Koja trails off, forcing his ears to droop, down to the point. Would crying be too much? Yes you ******* idiot, crying would be too much. **** me. I’m going ******* mental.
The hand clasps his shoulder again, firmly. Koja cant see a thing beyond that damn mask, but the other man’s voice is so disturbingly carrying he may as well have been using dreamspeech. “I understand. If you need to excuse yourself at any time, I’m certain no one here would fault you for that. I find myself needing a break from the commotion as well on most occasions. The moon is new, tonight - it’s quite nice to admire it without the threat of transformation.”
Koja forces out another stupid looking half-smile-half grimace. Is he doing this on purpose? There’s no possible way he would know. Travel like this hadn’t even existed yet.
“Thank you, Lieutenant.” He bows again, forcing the Lieutenant to drop his hold, repeating his salute - reverse now, at correct quarter timing - before reaching up to readjust the polished ring-jewels embedded into the crown of his own horns. Koja silently swore to himself to remind Samos that he would be needing a raise after this.
Moving awkwardly between shuffling slow dancers and circles of discussion, both giving him equally dirty looks as he squeezes past with clicking heels against the white marble floor, the thin tiefling resumed the search for his elusive target. He did not notice the soft change of the lantern’s luminosity, nor the irregular startled timing of the luneseal’s shadows from within the translucent strobe lights. He did not see the horse-masked soldier’s carefully carved hilt barely visible in its scabbard, the handle of an ashwood and bone flintlock leveled perfectly to mimic the shape of a sheathed scimitar. He did not hear the pitched dogwhistle, did not feel the nearly invisible print left on the shoulder fabric of his clothing. The lingering smell of acrid smoke and chemical dust still clung to the dusted coat of the unfortunate tiefling’s experienced pursuer. Poor lad. Perfect in covering up his tracks, his allegiances, and even his name. But he could recognize a dissenter and worm-addled glisco ****er when he saw one. And by the bloody Abyss itself, he already lost one brother and was not losing anyone else to that godsforsaken death-waste desolate excuse for a world.
Slipping the leathered face mask on, they inhale softly, testing the filters. Perfectly functional. They click through the stone-like layered disc in their hand lazily, humming a low tune, speaking in an almost sing-song voice - or as close as one could get to it with the flat monotone of the western Marilian gong that still was fully audible in their voice despite years of being away from the coast.
Lieutenant, this is Saiga checking in. You may want to clear out of there. It’s dreadfully boring up here, and I’m itching to set the rig off. I feel my fingers slipping already. Over.
There’s a brief silence, then a soft thrum of energy as the stone transmits the sound of a slightly exasperated voice, thick with one of the more southern Beilorian accents, one that Saiga still found entertaining to hear. It is essential that you preserve the worm. That bloody hat freak has been outsourcing as of late. If they get a single foothold within the Empire in its current state, we will have much more to worry about than boredom. Over.
The alchemist sighs, breath expelled in a short burst from their full face covering. They flip the switch another time, opposing hand toying with a slim silver chain and dogtag. I don’t want to be here, Lieutenant. I want to find the Joranta son. Perhaps they’ll leave us alone then? The alchemist muses, moving to sit in a more crisscrossed position, gently shoving aside one of the now-eyeless luneseal carcasses lying scattered haphazardly across the glass pane. They pause. Oh. Over.
Another message, as the stone vibrates from use, Saiga tapping it with one finger impatiently. No. Taima will handle it. Do not contact me until you’ve finished. Over.
Boring. Saiga sighs softly, inaudible to anyone but themselves as they gather a thin string around their fingers. They can spot the tiefling from here - he’s nearly made it to his target. Carefully uncorking one of the more durable bottles of their belt, a soft hissing sound escaping the lid as the reddish smog leaks out, Saiga runs their fingers along the nearly blemishless outer glass, a soft smile gracing their face as they admire their own craftsmanship. Hand poised over the open vent, Saiga almost smiles - if only his poor twice-cursed freak of nature brother were here to watch this performance.
“Down the hatch you go..” The grinning alchemist sings softly, almost daintily dropping the encased smog-canister down the metal pipe with hardly a sound. Mouthing the words as he holds his fingers up in countdown to nobody but himself, Saiga ticks the time, as if playing a game. One tick for someone to notice. Three ticks for Koja to realize. And five ticks for the screaming to begin.
*Ohhh, cool!*
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NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science] Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews! Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya! Characters (Outdated)
*hmmm… nothing particularly big, I don’t think. But Caleb did learn that one of Coronet’s characters has been watching him and Alex and shipping them :>*
*I’m excited to get the Sun Quest rolling! :>*
*oml dont tell alex he’ll explode from embarrassment*
*me too! i keep forgetting to check the other threads 😭*
*speaking of, I do feel like roleplaying with Alex and Caleb sometime today if you’re up for it :>*
*hmmm… nothing particularly big, I don’t think. But Caleb did learn that one of Coronet’s characters has been watching him and Alex and shipping them :>*
*I’m excited to get the Sun Quest rolling! :>*
*oml dont tell alex he’ll explode from embarrassment*
*me too! i keep forgetting to check the other threads 😭*
*Lol. i recently cleared out my subscribes threads, so those are like the only two Im getting regular notifs from other than when a user I follow posts*
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NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science] Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews! Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya! Characters (Outdated)
*hmmm… nothing particularly big, I don’t think. But Caleb did learn that one of Coronet’s characters has been watching him and Alex and shipping them :>*
*I’m excited to get the Sun Quest rolling! :>*
*oml dont tell alex he’ll explode from embarrassment*
*me too! i keep forgetting to check the other threads 😭*
*speaking of, I do feel like roleplaying with Alex and Caleb sometime today if you’re up for it :>*
*yeah, me too, I’m overloaded with notifications*
*How many threads are you following?*
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NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science] Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews! Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya! Characters (Outdated)
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science] Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews! Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya! Characters (Outdated)
*hmmm… nothing particularly big, I don’t think. But Caleb did learn that one of Coronet’s characters has been watching him and Alex and shipping them :>*
*I’m excited to get the Sun Quest rolling! :>*
*oml dont tell alex he’ll explode from embarrassment*
*me too! i keep forgetting to check the other threads 😭*
*speaking of, I do feel like roleplaying with Alex and Caleb sometime today if you’re up for it :>*
*yeah, me too, I’m overloaded with notifications*
*How many threads are you following?*
*it has been at least 6 months since I have cleared out subscribed threads, so at least 12 that I get regular notifs from. :>*
*morning! sorry for being off yesterday it was horribly hectic, but i’ve been practicing my writing :]*
*It's fine Everyone has stuff they need to do irl sometimes btw do you want your old settlement in my world I'm making cyno?*
*maybe, but im very particular about it so i might have to give very detailed instructions and explanations about it if that’s okay. if not then thats cool dont worry about it. i love rhagoan so much it was a really good project*
*Well, I believe the doc should let you edit it so you can add your settlement to it if you want because I have a feeling you're going to do something interesting with it. This would be a while after the thread died, so hundreds of years later. Most civilizations in the thread would now be kingdoms or empires if they are still around*
*ohhh okay sick! yes absolutely then, I love lore dumping*
*Yay I love lore also there are 7 realms and in azeria one of the 7 realms there are 4 continents names desin, eluser, rearon, and lynul
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fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of botw
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, and Mechanicus thread
*Man I feel that struggle, I'm still flip flopping on my hunter idea. I do have my new shadow child though. Can't wait to see what you settle on for your new character.*
*how are you doing?*
*I'm doing good, enjoying my morning before I have to work this afternoon.*
*good luck! if you dont mind me asking, what do you do for work?*
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
*hmmm… nothing particularly big, I don’t think. But Caleb did learn that one of Coronet’s characters has been watching him and Alex and shipping them :>*
*I’m excited to get the Sun Quest rolling! :>*
*oml dont tell alex he’ll explode from embarrassment*
*me too! i keep forgetting to check the other threads 😭*
*speaking of, I do feel like roleplaying with Alex and Caleb sometime today if you’re up for it :>*
*yeah, me too, I’m overloaded with notifications*
*How many threads are you following?*
*it has been at least 6 months since I have cleared out subscribed threads, so at least 12 that I get regular notifs from. :>*
*I do only follow like, 2 people though.*
*Ahhh, how many of the threads you follow are taverns? I unfollow those cause theyre fast enough that the notif isnt actually telling me anything and it just gets them way behind for no reason*
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NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science] Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews! Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya! Characters (Outdated)
*hmmm… nothing particularly big, I don’t think. But Caleb did learn that one of Coronet’s characters has been watching him and Alex and shipping them :>*
*I’m excited to get the Sun Quest rolling! :>*
*oml dont tell alex he’ll explode from embarrassment*
*me too! i keep forgetting to check the other threads 😭*
*speaking of, I do feel like roleplaying with Alex and Caleb sometime today if you’re up for it :>*
*yeah, me too, I’m overloaded with notifications*
*yes definitely, ill have actual time to be on later :)*
*ddb auto subscribe to threads is evil*
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
*hmmm… nothing particularly big, I don’t think. But Caleb did learn that one of Coronet’s characters has been watching him and Alex and shipping them :>*
*I’m excited to get the Sun Quest rolling! :>*
*oml dont tell alex he’ll explode from embarrassment*
*me too! i keep forgetting to check the other threads 😭*
*speaking of, I do feel like roleplaying with Alex and Caleb sometime today if you’re up for it :>*
*yeah, me too, I’m overloaded with notifications*
*How many threads are you following?*
*it has been at least 6 months since I have cleared out subscribed threads, so at least 12 that I get regular notifs from. :>*
*I do only follow like, 2 people though.*
*Ahhh, how many of the threads you follow are taverns? I unfollow those cause theyre fast enough that the notif isnt actually telling me anything and it just gets them way behind for no reason*
*uh… hmm I’ll check it in a bit but I follow all the major taverns and I personally like the notifs. So, like 3 major rp threads are active right now, I’m subscribed to all of them.*
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*hmmm… nothing particularly big, I don’t think. But Caleb did learn that one of Coronet’s characters has been watching him and Alex and shipping them :>*
*I’m excited to get the Sun Quest rolling! :>*
*OTP, OTP, OTP. Little gay shadow gremlin watching campers like it's his favorite anime. lol*
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
*it’s really long, fair warning*
Shit. Shitshitshitshit.
Headache inducing chroma-lights lined the arched, upper ceilings of the disgustingly large ballroom - quite literally swimming with color. With a quick glance up, Koja could spot the shadows of the luneseals’ lazily shifting pattern, flickering and tempering the chromatic cast-light down onto the packed floor below. It was giving him a damn migraine, even through the bonematte mask he had painstakingly carved as a backup for the occasion. Eyes flicking left to right, catching on any creature who so much as laid a glance on him, Koja scanned the crowd desperately, met with only a view of polished-masked faces moving in tandem to the earsplitting beat of a boosted instrument, as the soft strings of a boneharper’s sail combine with the umber haired, dual scabbard lute-bard for the thrumming melody.
Commander. I need to find the commander first. ****- I-
A firm hand on his shoulder nearly throws him for a spin, Koja practically leaping out of his own skin, spaded tail stuck straight out like a cat’s. He catches himself mid swing, his militant-trained self control beaten into him immediately clamping down quickly on the primitive fight or flight instinct - elbow tilted up and half tucked awkwardly to prevent himself from striking the culprit. Bloody hell.
“At ease, soldier.” Says the man now grasping onto Koja with a rather heavy hand. The height distance is almost comical - Koja’s chin now nearly pointed at the ceiling to get a good look at his assailant. Their voice is muffled by the nearly equine-like animalistic mask - a bit of a strange styilized choice, as Koja was nearly certain no Listonia nor Vermillion trooper would turn a blind eye to something so overtly crude - the man’s silver uniform-plate embellished with..a brass inlaid shattered coat of arms. Oh. That’s not ideal.
Koja twitches, mouth half open in a mix between an apology and a hasty retreat. Protocol states to kneel before a superior officer. Though, a quick glance easily told him that he would become an incredibly disruptive tripping hazard and likely bring unwanted attention to the two of them. Both of which he did not want.
“I- yes lieutenant. Sir.” Koja manages to spit out hastily, signing left hand-to-breast, right hand-on-perpendicular, elbows where they were supposed to this time - he had been chastised enough times by centurian command by now. One finger to the war horses for each mistake, and he quite liked his fingers where they were.
“You seem troubled, soldier.” Their pale eyes flicker from behind the mask, as if taking in his full stature. Koja was uniform adherent, of course, so there was nothing to fear. In theory. He may have forgotten to switch his brass pin to the non-dominant side. Koja twitched again.
“Personal matters. Wife and kids.. they’re ill, and I haven’t seen them in quite some time.” Koja says stutteringly in an almost pity-inducing tone, his body language shifting to resemble that more of a kicked pup. Great. Lying through my ******* teeth at mister “I just carved seventeen ******* storm giants’ eyeballs out of their skull and then ate them for breakfast.”
The eyebrow raise from the horse-mask man was almost audible, as he inspected Koja for likely a third time now. By the primes, he was going to miss having all of his fingers. “I am sorry to hear about your family’s situation.” The horse-masked man said softly, responding with a somehow perfect balance between distanced professionalism and an almost sympathetic tone - Koja even found himself feeling the slightest hint of guilt. Hell. Like the damn half-dead sandwalker that near ******* blew up the next block over. One of the reasons he needed to be here in the first place.
“Do you know where they are now? I’m sure any self respecting nearby warcamp would gladly offer medicinal assistance to a mother and child.” The eyeholes in the mask flickered again. ****. Disengage. Please.
“Yes.. they are currently recovering at Jhrakan’s port. I’ve tried to keep them away from warcamps, sir.” Koja speaks, somehow nearly managing verbal prostration. “My son, he.. isn’t ready for the draft. He..” Koja trails off, forcing his ears to droop, down to the point. Would crying be too much? Yes you ******* idiot, crying would be too much. **** me. I’m going ******* mental.
The hand clasps his shoulder again, firmly. Koja cant see a thing beyond that damn mask, but the other man’s voice is so disturbingly carrying he may as well have been using dreamspeech. “I understand. If you need to excuse yourself at any time, I’m certain no one here would fault you for that. I find myself needing a break from the commotion as well on most occasions. The moon is new, tonight - it’s quite nice to admire it without the threat of transformation.”
Koja forces out another stupid looking half-smile-half grimace. Is he doing this on purpose? There’s no possible way he would know. Travel like this hadn’t even existed yet.
“Thank you, Lieutenant.” He bows again, forcing the Lieutenant to drop his hold, repeating his salute - reverse now, at correct quarter timing - before reaching up to readjust the polished ring-jewels embedded into the crown of his own horns. Koja silently swore to himself to remind Samos that he would be needing a raise after this.
Moving awkwardly between shuffling slow dancers and circles of discussion, both giving him equally dirty looks as he squeezes past with clicking heels against the white marble floor, the thin tiefling resumed the search for his elusive target. He did not notice the soft change of the lantern’s luminosity, nor the irregular startled timing of the luneseal’s shadows from within the translucent strobe lights. He did not see the horse-masked soldier’s carefully carved hilt barely visible in its scabbard, the handle of an ashwood and bone flintlock leveled perfectly to mimic the shape of a sheathed scimitar. He did not hear the pitched dogwhistle, did not feel the nearly invisible print left on the shoulder fabric of his clothing.
The lingering smell of acrid smoke and chemical dust still clung to the dusted coat of the unfortunate tiefling’s experienced pursuer. Poor lad. Perfect in covering up his tracks, his allegiances, and even his name. But he could recognize a dissenter and worm-addled glisco ****er when he saw one. And by the bloody Abyss itself, he already lost one brother and was not losing anyone else to that godsforsaken death-waste desolate excuse for a world.
Slipping the leathered face mask on, they inhale softly, testing the filters. Perfectly functional. They click through the stone-like layered disc in their hand lazily, humming a low tune, speaking in an almost sing-song voice - or as close as one could get to it with the flat monotone of the western Marilian gong that still was fully audible in their voice despite years of being away from the coast.
Lieutenant, this is Saiga checking in. You may want to clear out of there. It’s dreadfully boring up here, and I’m itching to set the rig off. I feel my fingers slipping already. Over.
There’s a brief silence, then a soft thrum of energy as the stone transmits the sound of a slightly exasperated voice, thick with one of the more southern Beilorian accents, one that Saiga still found entertaining to hear. It is essential that you preserve the worm. That bloody hat freak has been outsourcing as of late. If they get a single foothold within the Empire in its current state, we will have much more to worry about than boredom. Over.
The alchemist sighs, breath expelled in a short burst from their full face covering. They flip the switch another time, opposing hand toying with a slim silver chain and dogtag. I don’t want to be here, Lieutenant. I want to find the Joranta son. Perhaps they’ll leave us alone then? The alchemist muses, moving to sit in a more crisscrossed position, gently shoving aside one of the now-eyeless luneseal carcasses lying scattered haphazardly across the glass pane. They pause. Oh. Over.
Another message, as the stone vibrates from use, Saiga tapping it with one finger impatiently. No. Taima will handle it. Do not contact me until you’ve finished. Over.
Boring. Saiga sighs softly, inaudible to anyone but themselves as they gather a thin string around their fingers. They can spot the tiefling from here - he’s nearly made it to his target. Carefully uncorking one of the more durable bottles of their belt, a soft hissing sound escaping the lid as the reddish smog leaks out, Saiga runs their fingers along the nearly blemishless outer glass, a soft smile gracing their face as they admire their own craftsmanship. Hand poised over the open vent, Saiga almost smiles - if only his poor twice-cursed freak of nature brother were here to watch this performance.
“Down the hatch you go..” The grinning alchemist sings softly, almost daintily dropping the encased smog-canister down the metal pipe with hardly a sound. Mouthing the words as he holds his fingers up in countdown to nobody but himself, Saiga ticks the time, as if playing a game. One tick for someone to notice. Three ticks for Koja to realize. And five ticks for the screaming to begin.
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
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Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
*how are you doing?*
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
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Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
*morning :)*
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
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Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
*ohhh okay sick! yes absolutely then, I love lore dumping*
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
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Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
*oml dont tell alex he’ll explode from embarrassment*
*me too! i keep forgetting to check the other threads 😭*
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
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Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
*I'm doing good, enjoying my morning before I have to work this afternoon.*
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
*Ohhh, cool!*
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN
Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG
Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science]
Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews!
Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya!
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*speaking of, I do feel like roleplaying with Alex and Caleb sometime today if you’re up for it :>*
*yeah, me too, I’m overloaded with notifications*
*Lol. i recently cleared out my subscribes threads, so those are like the only two Im getting regular notifs from other than when a user I follow posts*
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN
Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG
Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science]
Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews!
Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya!
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*How many threads are you following?*
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN
Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG
Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science]
Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews!
Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya!
Characters (Outdated)
*UHHHGHGHHGGHGHH I have an exam in an hour*
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN
Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG
Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science]
Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews!
Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya!
Characters (Outdated)
*it has been at least 6 months since I have cleared out subscribed threads, so at least 12 that I get regular notifs from. :>*
*I do only follow like, 2 people though.*
*Yay I love lore also there are 7 realms and in azeria one of the 7 realms there are 4 continents names desin, eluser, rearon, and lynul
fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of botw
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, and Mechanicus thread
*oh, good luck!*
*good luck! if you dont mind me asking, what do you do for work?*
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
*Ahhh, how many of the threads you follow are taverns? I unfollow those cause theyre fast enough that the notif isnt actually telling me anything and it just gets them way behind for no reason*
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN
Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG
Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science]
Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews!
Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya!
Characters (Outdated)
*yes definitely, ill have actual time to be on later :)*
*ddb auto subscribe to threads is evil*
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
*uh… hmm I’ll check it in a bit but I follow all the major taverns and I personally like the notifs. So, like 3 major rp threads are active right now, I’m subscribed to all of them.*