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The Skytower Rebellion

The White Island Prophecies

Joos said
You know what? Why not? Go on. But remember. If you post anime, your character application will be rejected immediately and you will be barred forever from this world

Yay!
:O You know i'd never do a thing like that

Ahh, that's better. A few are on my application post.

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Can i add a picture to my first post now?

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Joos said
New map is up, folks. Should give you a better idea of the lay of the land

It's gorgeous.

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Joos said
And Cathy, you are accepted. You are now our rebel. If you have ideas for an original character, you can leisurely flesh it out now.

Yay!
I do have a couple of ideas for other supporting characters.

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Some kind of Papal state perhaps?
I believe it's you guys I'm waiting on something to work with chase-wise and Skull assures me he has something tasty cooking out in the desert; and it isn't Maw Worm.

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Introducing feature and garb in a dream is hard without disrupting the flow because i realized you don't exactly visualize yourself. You're more of a viewpoint into this ethereal land. Added the hair but only because it applied to the wind etc.

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Awww, thank you! That really means a lot, i wasn't sure whether i had got it quite right as a post.
I'll try, i've got the appearance down pretty good in the CS but i'll see if i can extract that and put it into the post.

Gah, it'd be so much easier with a picture

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I think the reason we have confusion here is that i'm relatively new to the customs of Advanced. It will be done

Thalia Laurent - Hair up & Hair down x2

Here's my entry post. It's one of the recurring dreams Thalia has. Whether it comes true or not is yet to be seen.

The sea wind, like a vengeful ghost, had materialized from the east to tousle hair and bring forth the sounds of creaking timber. Thalia's feet dragged on the red dust that made up the path into her village, it had a name but she could never fully remember it. Her shoulders were heavy; looking to either side she found two sacks of grain balanced on a wooden pole across her back. Green and black flags fluttered in the wind and her lank brown hair pulled at her head as if vying to escape. The opening of the wooden palisade into her village was bustling with more energy than normal.

The people entering were heavily armored knights and their squires; swords and shivs were drawn and pointing inward. Bodies were stumbling from within, instead of sticking to the track they dispersed like water vapour into the countryside. A man Thalia might have recognized raced past at once fast and slow. Thalia caught the expression of fear and dread in his sooty face in horrible slow motion. She tried to speed her pace but the sacks of grain appeared to be weighing her down.

Pushing her way through the throng of slow-moving activity, Thalia was greeted with the sprawling village interior. The smell of fire and smoke filled her nostrils. From somewhere, perhaps it was inside her head, a sirenic chanting started. It could be from those laundry girls there, but their mouths aren’t moving as they worked. Could it be those old war veterans? The harmonious and mournful sound didn’t contain any words, instead pulling heartstrings with the raw emotion contained in their voices. It seemed to sing of home while foreboding some sense of departure.

To her left, a hastily erected bowyer and training yard took up precious grazing land. Rows of children and adults took up the bow and practised their skills, overseen by a squad of soldiers reminiscent of a murder of crows. A particularly talented young girl was offered a place in the army and when she refused, two soldiers picked her up as if she were a ball of snow and took her. More soldiers held back her family as they screamed for her. Thalia wanted to help but before she could turn the throng of mindless bodies surrounded them and her line of sight was blocked.

To her right, the village’s local tavern appeared a beacon of bright lights and hearty sounds. The double doors stood open and Thalia could see inside a whole host of people inside, sat at the crude wooden tables with tankards of ale. A travellingband of musicians were playing a jaunty jig which mingled at odds with the choric lamentations racing around Thalia’s head. As she watched, flannel grain sacks appeared over the heads of four of the village’s most accomplished men and women. Black armored soldiered appeared at either of their shoulders and they were pushed from the tavern.

Four sets of gallows rose from the ground like corpses outside the place. Thalia watched helplessly as the victims were maneouvered into position. She felt the dead weight of the grain slip from her shoulders and Thalia got up and ran. She had one thought in her head. Family. Family. Family. She seemed to be the only person moving at the right speed. The smell of fire and smoke was almost unbearable now. Thalia blinked and her house hoved into view. She slowly dropped to her knees and then onto all fours. Tears fell freely from her dirty face and with her cheek resting on the red dusty track she wept. Before her, the family home was engulfed in an inferno forty feet high. Flames licked from every window.

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I remember having exams, good luck!

Who could this be arriving in Outremer very soon?