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The Obivec Isles: Battle for Abbaden [Lore Rich, Lots to Explore]

Been distracted recently. Will post soon. Send nudes. Not really.

The Obivec Isles: Battle for Abbaden [Lore Rich, Lots to Explore]

@LittleFae

I've been trying to pick the pace up a little, it is something I've noticed and discussed with lavulman. Your character in particular has been waiting longer than expected and we can try to get them involved fairly soon, same with Jumper.

Lavulman I think has already shared this, but he's been feeling a little out of it for the past while is all. We can't really force him, or anyone for that mater, to write, but it never hurts to use the OOC to poke people in the ribs about posting. Speaking of though, @lavulman, how ya coming along there?

It's a slow burn right now and I would like posting to be a little more frequent, but we've only finished the first day IC and have yet to have anything truly exciting happen yet which I feel contributes a little. Plans are in motion I just can't rush things. That being said though if you find yourself lusting to write it's possible to join other RPs while staying active in slower ones. I used to write in 3 or 4 at a time, but that was highschool when I had lots of time to avoid doing homework. I've committed myself to just this one to be sure if life gets busy I still have time for this no mater what, but the rest of the guild has open arms.

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TL;DR: Yeah posting is slow, I want it to be a bit faster too, the RP is still young though and our characters are still getting themselves organized. Day 2 IC I promise will make things interesting. Also the crushing weight of reality.

The Obivec Isles: Battle for Abbaden [Lore Rich, Lots to Explore]

Happy Halloween :D. May you not be devoured by goblins

The Obivec Isles: Battle for Abbaden [Lore Rich, Lots to Explore]

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The Obivec Isles: Battle for Abbaden [Lore Rich, Lots to Explore]

<Denise> @Zhaliora

Something like a flash bursts through your mind, an immediate slash of dull, searing pain surging after it like a wave crashing down on your psyche. A torrent of unknown syllables wash over and consume your thoughts, followed by another burst of light.

Z̴̠̗̗̣̝͓̪͓ͯ̈́ͫͩ̉͞G̞̩̰͓̖̲̐̍̂̉͒͐͜G̐̑̆ͮͩ͂ͭ͂ͤ͏̢̦̞͝S̨̧̖͓̩̻͖͍͍̆ͨ̇́ͅV̷͇̪̩̱͆ͬͣ͌̎̽́ͨ̚V̵̴͈̞͓̹̄̋͆M̜̝̎ͥ͐͋ͥ́͝Ẇ̸̛̩̼̫͍̘̼͔̎̀͌L͛̄ͯ̈́̚͏̜͖U̲͍̘̘̭̳̔̾́̇ͮ̓́ͯG̬͖̮̍ͪ̽͜Ṟ̛̼̺̘͇̀̌N͋ͨ҉̛͈͙̣̗ͅV͕̠̫̩͓̝̱̫̗̆̍ͯͥ͘Ǘ̶̮̠̓̈̍͊̀̕Ȑ̨̞̼ͦͪ̓ͪͦ̾I͙͒V͔̗̗͉̪̫̩͈ͦ̂ͤ̾̚̕͠D͚͕͕̫̹͚̠͍̏̑̄ͬ͊ͨ̐ͧ̓͡͡R̷̜͉̘͙̺͗̒́O̓͊ͪ̽̌̃ͩ҉̘̘̬̰͟Ǫ̨̻̟̤̝̝̿̃̈͒̈́̂ͧͦ́͟X̨͉̐O̥̦͔̗̟͊̾̆́͠ͅV̸͈̙̀͢Z̰̖̰͔̮̰̆ͮ̽ͪ͝ͅM̻̙̩̗̖̠̥̒̆̐̆̑͒̍̋͠
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"Do not do that!" Calieo shrieked, her unshielded elbow swinging back to strike you in the chest. Ripping away from your hands she whirled around, fury in her eyes as she shivered with rage. What thoughts of hers that had been revealed had begun to fade, and your eyes showed a world of muted shades as they readjusted to the light of morning. The exchange of minds had only taken a few seconds, but time now felt dilated, as if coming down from a high.

As your mind began to properly recover the suit of glimmering armour before you adopted a less aggressive stance, and the wearer sighed, rubbing her forehead unhappily. "Do not do that. It was... unpleasant," she grumbled, dragging her empty hand down her face before dropping it to her side. A moment of silence later and her attention was elsewhere again, eyes wandering as she nibbled at the slab of dried meat she held.

The Obivec Isles: Battle for Abbaden [Lore Rich, Lots to Explore]

DAY TWO! LET'S GIVE IT UP FOR DAY TWO!

The Obivec Isles: Battle for Abbaden [Lore Rich, Lots to Explore]

[Tirñea]

The warmth the fire brought was comforting, and the way it danced about was hypnotically alluring in the darkness of night. Gently waving, pluming, and spitting, it demanded attention which Tirñea was happy to provide as her eyes grew heavy.

When offered the flask she stirred briefly, realizing she'd been addressed. Vacantly she stared at the flask for a moment before shaking her head, returning her attention to the fire. "No thank you," she sighed, a drowsy smile flickering on her face like the light of the flames. Quietly she stared, her body tired but mind not ready to fall asleep quite yet despite her eyes almost being closed.

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When she opened her eyes again, the pale light of dawn through cloudy skies illuminated the dry grass and earth that currently occupied her perspective. Somewhat dazed she pushed herself up off the ground, her arms only lifting her far enough to raise her head and chest. Feeling disoriented, Tirñea tried to assess her current situation and recalled having decided to sleep under the stars. Such a decision was sleep idled and perhaps poorly judged, and only now did she begin to realize why she'd woken up.

She was cold, the fire having gone out in the night leaving her quite chillier than she was used to. Silently she scolded herself, pushing herself further up so she could sit cross legged whilst readjusting her blanket to better bundle up. Once finished she found herself staring down at where the fire had been last night, once again mentally scolding herself and deciding to look into the purchase of her own tent once they reached the city. She had some funds, enough to purchase a tent, maybe. She didn't know what things were worth here yet.

After sulking for a little Tirñea began to feel a bit warmer, and soon realized her mouth was quite dry. Unhappily she unbundled to reach for where she'd set her bag down, dragging the pack towards her so she could rummage about inside it. Hastily she pulled out her waterskin, took a quick drink, then rebundled with the bota bag now in hand. Feeling a little less unfortunate, her attention was drawn to the softly brightening horizon as gloom moved in to replace the darkness in the sky.

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[Calieo]

Calieo stirred, semi-conscious, as she twisted and stretched out on the cowskin rug beneath her, the layer of woolly hair much softer than the caves and fissures she'd used as shelter in the mountains. She hadn't removed her armour so the difference wasn't too drastic, but still as she began to awaken she noted how rested she felt.

Eyes slowly opened to reveal the living space from yesterday, the faint glow of daylight filtering in through the windows. It was early, but past sunrise, and this meant it was time to get moving. Slowly Calieo rose, rolling over onto her hands and knees before pushing herself to stand up. The mace swung from it's chain at her hip as she did so, and somewhat protectively Calieo reached down to pull it up for inspection. Cupping the head of the mace in both hands she stared down at the wicked looking cage, her eyes examining the gilded sun for a moment before she lower the weapon back to hang at her side.

"Denise!" she called out, the hint of a whine to her tone. Wasting no time she left the living room and made a quick rounds of the house, finding nobody leaving her with the closed door to the bedroom. Rushing she stuck her hands out to push the door open, instead slamming the rest of her body into the wooden barrier when it did not yield. The knight rebounded off the door, somewhat taken aback that it hadn't been easy to push open. She quickly recovered though, and promptly began shoving at the door whilst sheer confusion strangled her mind.

Somewhat forcefully she shoved herself off the closed door, stepping back and staring it up and down. The presence of a palm sized protrusion made from a different material than the door caught her attention, and prompted immediate investigation. Aggressively Calieo slapped at, shook, jiggled, pushed, and pulled on the doorknob, her fiddling eventually rewarded when she deduced the protrusion could be twisted.

"Denise?" Calieo called out as she pushed the door open, greeted by the sight of her guide and their host huddled close to one another atop some sort of wooden frame with legs. They were covered, but it was obvious the two of them had disrobed as their armour and cloth dressings were scattered on the floor. "Denise, the night has gone and we must continue our journey. Once you armour yourself you can find me wherever those other people are. And you, other woman; your floor skin was considerably more comfortable than frozen stone, and your obsession with useless creature hides is perhaps not entirely ridiculous," she chattered, calmly directing orders at Denise, then offering her semblance of a 'thank you' to their host.

Without giving either a chance to respond she exited the room, closing the door behind her with a needlessly forceful slam. Feeling quite well rested now that she was properly awake, Calieo rushed into the kitchen and raided the pantry for more dried meats to eat while she went to find those other people she'd been with yesterday. Taking with her a large slab of salted meat, she fiddled with the front door for a moment before pushing it open and starting her brisk walk back to where she had last seen everyone else.

The simple and closely connected streets were easy to navigate, and after entering the area with more dwellings and less grass, she wandered back to the last place she recalled everyone together. None of them were present, but people were awake in this little settlement, already going about their simple lives, which hopefully meant that the specific people she was looking for would soon arrive. For now she was in good enough of a mood to wait, standing patiently in the street nibbling on her breakfast.

The Obivec Isles: Battle for Abbaden [Lore Rich, Lots to Explore]

@lavulman *throws pebbles at window a few times before throwing a rock*

The Obivec Isles: Battle for Abbaden [Lore Rich, Lots to Explore]

Laid Low: Part I

A @bobert778 and @LegionPothIX collaboration.

Ancient Site:

Tower of Tombs

The Iron Sap Woods are not a loud place, the peace enforced by an army of wooden sentinels. The trees dominate the terrain as it bobs up and down, creating many hills, ridges, and switchbacks that one can easily lose their way navigating. Paths lead directly into ditches, root covered cliffs hide mossy groves, and no matter how piercing the sunlight there is always shadow. The occasional bird call or gust of wind breaks the silence, reminding any travellers that the woods are indeed alive, but soon again all they will hear is their own footfalls and shallow breath.

In this silence, one such traveller wanders. Dirty, barefoot, with little more than rags for clothing, his march is deliberate and steady. Absentmindedly he scratches at his beard, salted white but mostly a deep brown, and long enough to reach down over his exposed chest and stomach. Then he adjusts the strap at his shoulder, the large circular shield attached to his proportionally small travel bag having slid down his back from the weight. Despite the ragged appearance of his attire the man himself looked healthy if only a little old. He was well over six feet and had a considerably large frame. His ragged thigh high shorts, and terribly worn leather vest, look as if he had owned them for centuries. His skin though covered in dust and dirt is largely unblemished, and a deeply tanned olive tone that almost blends with the forest around him.

As he walked onwards, his long legs granted him a quick and efficient stride which failed to break regardless of how uneven the earth beneath him became. Even upon encountering a gorge he was unphased; having stepped directly off it’s edge and tumbling 30 feet straight down. Before he reached the bottom he’s gone: reappearing at the opposite end of the very gap he’d just plunged into, with the slightest of grins now on his otherwise solemn expression. But here he stops mid footfall—motionless—whilst his eyes dart about as if searching for something. Hastily he returned to the gorge he crossed moments ago, to examine the steep cliffs and the parallel earthen maw they leave gouged into the terrain. Compelled by some reason or another, even if purely on a whim, he sets off along the edge of the stone gorge, his stride no less purposeful than before.

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What was a gorge eventually became a grove, walled on either side by the soft rise of hills, and yet still uncannily straight amidst this maze like forest. Soon the terrain all around began to flatten out and eventually grow quite even, but still the man followed the invisible line that had led him this far. As the light in the sky began to fade twilight engulfed the forest in a blanket of warped shadows. The warmth of the day sun was gone, and all that remained now was a pale orange glow far off in the west.

The man had halted his march at the edge of a sheltered and bare clearing. Unnatural in its appearance the ground before him was smooth and even, composed of stone and dirt all covered in moss. From the opposite end of the clearing, the soft babbling of a stream moved over the stone peacefully, and what little water moved through it eventually led to the large, gaping pit in the center of the clearing. No longer in a hurry, the man walked towards the dark and curiously located hole, and gingerly bent towards it once close enough to look down.

With the light of day gone, the shadows within the earth prevented him from seeing much of anything. His eyes continued to stare down into the darkness, gazing at nothing apparent for long enough that night came to snuff out the sun. In the near-complete darkness of the forest he remained motionless--still staring down into the emptiness--until eventually he brought himself to attention with a quick shake of his head.

Carelessly he stepped forward, and fell down into the darkness without making so much as a thud as his feet contacted the ground. The short scuffle of the man removing, and going through his bag, could momentarily be heard. Then, silence again, until the sound of metal sliding against metal echoed in the dark. With a loud clang light flared outward, the man now holding an iron sphere in his hand roughly the size of an onion. Cupping it from the plain bottom half, the top half of the sphere was decorated with several swirling and interconnected slits that allowed the light within the sphere to shine through. It’s glow was resemblant of fire, a soft orange light that pulsed and flared within it’s confines to illuminate the cavern around it.

The light from the orb that was meant to ebb gently out, instead came out in a torrent, and was drawn into ancient runes that lit up all along the cavern’s walls. As it did so the man smacked the orb unhappily, watching as it’s light evened out whilst the walls around him finished drinking in the flare of energy. Even still the runes continued to glow in his presence. They pulsated intently and grew brighter as he drew near: an ancient warning in many a language long lost was scribed all about cavern’s walls.

From there he continued to follow that invisible line which had brought him here and, as he did so, he noted that the rough cave walls slowly gave way to rough hewn stone; before transitioning again to quality masonry whose craftsmanship was embellished with great detail. As he walked the variety of languages died out and only a single one lie written and bare. Each word a warning. Each warning a seal. Each seal a spell that magically aged the stone around it. The disparate patches of aged stone reflected the quality of each individual caster, and spell, used to bring down this ancient structure. Eternity versus the ravages of time.

To this day the massive and sprawling complex bent the world’s ley-energy through its corridors, and the man nearly found himself at its center. After wandering for hours more into the night he was now at it’s heart; barred by a great door. The door was made of a rare metal and enchanted with ancient magic, that promised to be impossible to breach, were it not for the fact that it had already been forced ajar by brambles as thick as the man’s torso.

The brambles immediately drew his interest, warranting a quick inspection which seemed to bring him relief. It was only after this did he look beyond the door, and moved through it to illuminate whatever it had been protecting.

The Obivec Isles (Campaign Style Fantasy RP, Lore Rich)