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Ember Grove - Supernatural RP

@Raistlin Majere

If you make a pack, I may join it with a character btw

Ember Grove - Supernatural RP

@blackdragon

Everything Princess noted, I agree. She's lived for ober half a century so she has to have some kind of flourished personality. How does she act in social situations with others. What kind of people does she like or dislike. Does she have any quirks. Personality flaws. Just flesh it out a bit. You seem like you like the character you created so I know you can do it :)

And Submit that group application.

@Raistlin Majere

Recruit people in the discord. Several people are making lycans so maybe you can submit a pack application

Ember Grove - Supernatural RP

@Kkushmar

Was able to take a quick look between work. Good to go. I'll try to look at the other sheet later.

Ossvien

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Time: Evening
Location: Mermaid's Fortune Deck
Interactions: @DreamingFlowers - Nur, @MissCapnCrunch - Winifred

Nur spotted Malek coming towards her, picking up the bottle of the rum the floored sailor had left sitting out. She was about ready to fling herself overboard. The first mate was really the last man on the ship she wanted to see right now. Her expression soured and she looked up at the sky, inwardly cursing the gods and spirits who lived there.

When he approached she could again smell the rum and she fanned herself with her hand, in an attempt to sweep away the smell. The jasmine oil she had dabbed on her wrists did little to dilute the strong smell of rum. She crossed her arms, hiding her hands and let out a drawn out breath, clearly annoyed. The first mate had not uttered a word yet.

A stroll…..?
What was he up to now?
Nur followed him reluctantly, arms still folded firmly across her chest, like she was protecting something precious. What did he discover? The young witch didn’t much like his tone of voice. What if he knew about her magic disappearing? He couldn’t know…..right? There wasn’t a soul alive on the Mermaid’s fortune who knew about it.

Winifred startled her. She hadn’t seen the cook approaching her, it almost seemed like she rose from beneath the deck, passing through the wood like a ghost. Nur sucked in her breath and placed a hand to her chest. Her heart was racing. She was already jumpy before, and now Malek with this nonsense. Nur contemplated Winifred’s offer.

“Thank you Win, I’m fine, no need to worry” She sounded anything but fine. Her body language and her tone showed the complete opposite to what she was saying. Nur needed to find out what Malek knew, or she would toss and turn all night. Nur locked eyes with the cook, nodding slightly, appreciating her kindness.

Nur turned and slowly walked beside Malek to the spot he’d pointed out earlier. The surgeon did not like her odds at all. This was a scenario she had tried to avoid ever since she boarded the ship.

“Well out with it…” She said, sounding frustrated. Her nerves and the tension was getting the better of her.

“In a hurry are you?” Malek asked mocking a questioning look to Nur. He noticed something was troubling the witch. The expressions she held reminded him of another time he had found her in distress on this very ship. “Hmm.” Malek furrowed his brows and took another swig from his bottle. His eyes never left Nur’s. Once the bottle left his lips, he sighed. “I was going to play a joke, but you just look like some sad pup!” Malek let out. “And I can’t do that to you… I simply couldn't…” Malek’s face softened and another sigh escaped him. “You know, there's something I figured out today… Something worthwhile, and I’m a bit nervous in sharing it… Maybe now’s not the time.” Malek said as he kept his gaze from hers.

Nur’s demeanor changed, she let her guard down momentarily. The tension left her body, her frown replaced by a look of curiosity. Her mood changed for the better, realizing that she would have nothing to fear as far as the first mate was concerned. Well at least not tonight. Malek was a difficult man to figure out at times. She hadn’t seen him like this before and she didn’t understand his sudden display of vulnerability.

There was something he was trying to tell her, but he struggled to find the right words. He avoided her eyes which made her suspicious. A small smirk appeared on her lips, while a devious plan was brewing in her mind. As much as she admired and appreciated his softer side, this was simply too good an opportunity to pass by. There was probably something she could gain here. Nur had a knack for finding out people’s weak spots, especially men’s. Sadly for Malek there had yet to be a time where Nur didn’t take advantage of such a situation.

The young woman raised her hand and moved her hair over her shoulder seductively, a mischievous glint in her shimmering eyes. She quietly stepped towards Malek, and without his cyan eyes constantly on her she took the opportunity to swipe up his bottle of rum in one swift motion.

“Hah!” She said victorious. A cheeky smile on her face. “Let’s see you try without your liquid courage” Nur held the bottle behind her back, winking at the first mate.

“Hey!” Malek protested as his hand slightly went for the bottle that had been pulled from it. With a bothered look on his face, he let his arm drop, easily giving up on the rum. Then he noticed he was looking into her eyes... Malek quickly shifted his gaze to his right, only to reflexively find her face again. Careful, Malek. He let his gaze drop, focusing on her lips rather than her eyes for now. Malek found this to be a way to keep his eyes off of hers while not appearing so timid. Everything about him was just off.

“I guess I already cast the line… can’t quit once the fish actually bites.” Malek grumbled as he seemed to second guess even pulling Nur aside. He let out a low huff before his lips formed a smile. Something nice was on his mind. “Nur… I believe you may have enchanted me.” Malek’s eyes finally met hers, a hopeful smile on his face. Hoping she wouldn’t reject his words. “I don’t know why it was today, but… I found something beautiful this morning. You graced the deck. You...” Malek appeared to be too flustered to finish. No, it wasn’t that. Malek was too disgusted with how much he was allowing his ability of charm to take hold of him.

Nur bit her lip, not liking where this was going at all. The occasional flirting was all well and good it was even fun at times, even if she only really did it to get her way. But this was sounding awfully close to someone falling in love and that was a recipe for disaster. It was probably the rum talking and he was probably missing the company of women. Although Nur had to admit she had a hard time picturing Malek sweet-talking a girl. She touched his arm. It was time to talk some sense into him.

“There’s just so much you don’t know about me Malek…” She started hesitantly. This time she may have bitten off more than she could handle.

“Nur…” Malek seemed to peer wantingly into her eyes, his voice was now a soft whisper that pulled at her. “I know just enough. I know the thoughts guiding my words are not false. I know my feelings would never betray me, but… Maybe I need to show you.” The distance between the two almost seemed too far even though they were less than a foot apart now. “That's if you will allow me.”

Nur was entranced by the sound of Malek´s voice. The sweet words of the first mate moved her and shivers ran down her skin. She couldn't control her feet, who were slowly stepping forward to close the distance between them. A vague feeling of deja vu came over her but it was outmatched by this sudden desire she didn ́t understand.

“Show me?” She sounded like she was floating somewhere between dreams and reality. Why couldn’t she think straight? All she could focus on were the shimmering cyan eyes of the first mate, looking deep into hers. It was like her senses muted every sound and movement around her, except for him. Malek inched closer to Nur as his eyes seemed like they were just about to shut. This was it.

It came into view, a hairpin bejeweled with precious stones was held steadily between Nur’s tranced face and Malek’s scowl. He glared into her eyes silently as he let her take everything in.

Something else aside from Malek’s cyan eyes shimmered in front of her. Slowly she regained some of her senses, recognizing the object. It was a hairpin, and it was…..hers.

Nur began to laugh nervously, trying to pry the pin from between his fingers. Malek was nowhere near the charming man of her dreams and now she realized why. He’d charmed her! AGAIN!

Her brows raised in annoyance. She hated it when he did that. The joke wasn’t at all funny when it was on her. She was usually the one who did the charming. The fact that Malek was better at it than her, irked the young witch. Best not let a sharp object linger between them.

Malek let the witch take the pin from his hand, but not without a few words.

“My words were misleading, but I managed to remain truthful! That pin is the beautiful thing I found this morning. Thrown at me… AND MISSED! I figure that if you were going to assault me, you would at least have better aim! For missing your first mate, you are hereby responsible for making sure the deck is spotless tomorrow morning after this night's festivities.” Malek ordered seriously, before a smirk appeared on his face. “Maybe I should have let you go on further, so you can feel the way that fisherman’s son does... Or maybe just to see if all you are is just a charmer. Like a toothless siren.” Malek reached for his bottle of rum that Nur still had in her possession. To him, the game was over. Payback was served.

Nur’s pale eyes widened. She was about to protest to Malek’s orders, but he wouldn’t let her get a word in. She really wanted to wipe that smug smile off his annoying face. The deck was going to be a mess in the morning, not to mention the hangover crew. She didn’t have time to clean the deck! Nur was used to the first mate barking orders which she usually ignored. Only now he said something which she did not appreciate. He was really pushing his luck.

She returned his scowl with an equal angry frown.

“In case you haven’t noticed…” Nur began, ready to throw a tantrum. “This is all I got going for me.” She gestured to her face and body. Men had all the power where she came from. Women didn’t exist without them.

“And that’s rich coming from you!” Without realizing it Malek had just given her motivation to indeed leave the entire deck spotless. She was determined to prove she wasn’t what he made her out to be. The first mate tried to reach for the rum she stole from him, but she wasn’t going to let him have another drop. The anger she’d felt before came back with a vengeance. Her reaction was noticeably out of the ordinary, since the crew was used to the banter of the first mate and the surgeon. Neither party ever went too far, until today.

Nur forcefully smashed the bottle of rum on the floor. The glass shattered in every direction and the precious liquid trickled over the wooden floors, seeping below deck. Heat rose to her cheeks and she lifted her skirts to keep her hands from trembling. She stepped over the mess and stomped away from Malek. Before she was out of ear shot she glanced over her shoulder for a last venomous remark.

“Don’t worry I’ll clean that up….” Nur spat at him, full of contempt.

"You will." Malek said matter of factly. He didn't appear to be fazed by her actions. He was aiming to piss her off a bit. Something did tug at him however. Something else was nipping at the woman. He'd have someone else check on it if anything. Malek did not have a shoulder for anyone to cry on.

Avalia

Time: Late Morning
Location: Edena, Daka Island
Interaction with: Myra @13org

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Zorrah studied Myra and her inability to speak observantly at first. She found it to be both peculiar but also… a bit adorable. Very few things came through Edena in the couple hundred years she had spent there, but Zorrah knew warriors when she saw them. The two in front of her made her internally question what kind of fighting force Aklenroth was building up. They’d make better performers. Demon Tamer Darius? Or maybe they can have people try to guess what Myra is trying to say before a timer runs out. A chuckle initially escaped her until she noticing Myra asking for food… A lot of food. Her eyebrows perked up and Zorrah’s grin grew a bit wider than it already was. “More meat huh? So you’re one of those demons, huh? I’ll give you thrice more than your friend Darius. And no veggies either.” Her eyes then met Darius’ who gave her a questioning look. He had been enjoying how Zorrah nearly won Myra’s heart with her promise of food. This woman was possibly the most down to earth person he’d met in Avalia so far. Well, that’s what he thought until… “You got lucky with this one. She’s not only cute, but she didn’t eat you.” Zorrah laughed as she turned from the group. “Welcome to Edena, Darius. Myra. I'll have your food down here in a bit, just make sure not to get eaten Darius.” The demon vanished in the same purple flash that appeared upon her entry. Too good to be true… Is Myra the ONLY nice person here?! Darius knew the demon was just joking, but why couldn’t he meet some nice little fairy girl with pink hair that liked sweet treats or something. Nope, not in Avalia.

Kol let out a low sigh. He was not fond of Zorrah. Sure she did her job, but only after one reminded her multiple times. The demoness was simply undisciplined. Kol cleared his throat to get the attention of pair before motioning for the two to follow him through the doorway leading the staircase, and follow they did. The second floor opened up to a long hall with doors along both its sides decorated with deep blue furnishings throughout.

“And now to show you your living quarters.” Kol stopped at one of the doors in the hallway and opened it. He walked inside, but let himself remain close to the entrance to allow Darius and Myra to enter past him. The room could only be described as incredible. The candles were all lit, leaving no little to no dark spots within the room decorated in deep shades of blue. Darius couldn’t help but smile as he looked around with bright wide eyes, while Kol just remained silently by the doorway.

Darius & Myra's room

“Holy fucking shit…”

Ember Grove (supernatural genre)

GM: @princess
CO-GM: @FunnyGuy

Vampires. Witches. Lycanthropes. Nearly all would assume these beings to be products of fiction and superstition. But if you find yourself in the small town of Ember Grove, South Carolina, you should be inclined to believe otherwise. Well, that’s if you’re lucky enough to find out about them without becoming food or someone’s plaything. For a few hundred years, Ember Grove has been one of several settlements frequented by the supernatural. Though Ember Grove remains relatively stable, the town is hardly peace when adding up all of the missing person cases and homicide victims.

Power struggles between supernatural factions that used to be fought in the realm of secrecy and silence have recently stirred up enough trouble to attract a formidable opposition… Hunters! They’ve been around since the first instance a man successfully fought back the creatures of the night and they continue to do so to this day.

The once quiet town has become a battlefield for several factions, Which one will you join?

Vampires

They are creatures that take on the appearance of humans yet need blood in order to continue living the way humans do. Sometimes, vampires are often referred to as the night children or children of the night. Vampires are immortal and do not age like humans.

Many vampires live in large groups usually with hierarchies called clans. There are many groups across the world. They often take up territories in towns that seem to be erased off of maps. Some vampires elect to live in smaller groups of friends and family. Some are even loners.

A good portion of vampires feel that humans are essentially potential meals. They see them as lesser beings they way we see pigs and cows. Vampires often laugh at hunters and are usually not even emotionally moved by them trying to defeat them.

Witches

Humans attuned to magical forces and channel these forces through the use of spellcasting. Witches blend into society with ease due to gaining minimal attention and having ways to subtly cover their tracks. The ability of witches are hereditarily passed down.

While blending in with society many witches are secretly a part of an organized group known as a coven. Covens have multiple different witch families within and not limited to only to just one bloodline.

Lycanthropes

The children of the moon appear as human as much as vampires do. They are commonly known as werewolves, however, have the ability to change at will instead of only on full moons. They have the ability to shapeshift into humanoid, bi-pedal wolf creatures. The lycans are well-known for being at their strongest at a full moon. Newly-changed lycanthropes may shapeshift by force on their first few full-moons and lack control.

Lycans can be found in packs usually in more wooded areas. Lone wolves exist but most enjoy packs. Alpha wolves that lead their packs are stronger the more lycans converted. People can be born lycans of course, but it makes an alpha much stronger to convert humans. Many consider themselves to be superior beings to humans.

Hunter

Humans who have dedicated their lives to hunting vampires, lycans, and witches. They use militaristic, supernatural, and scientific means to combat their supernatural foes. Hunters mostly aim to eliminate any and all supernatural that manage to appear in their crosshairs. Some hunters have a preferred target (Vampire Hunter, Werewolf Hunter, Witch Hunter), while others actively go for all things supernatural.

Avalia

Time: Late Morning
Location: Love Lounge, Roshmi City
Interaction with: @Tae - Azriel, @Legion02 Xenelith @Alivefalling Jack @Eviledd1984 O’Ner

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Xenelith’s words had helped Umber snap out of the stupor caused by the overwhelming emotions he was feeding on. Not just that, but Jack and O’Ner’s inability to enjoy themselves.

“What a sad sight? The undead and the human are both troubled by their pasts...” Umber said softly before turning to Xenelith and Azriel who seemed to be on the path of enjoying every vice this environment had to offer. The demon was a stranger to this establishment, but he found it to be the perfect place for someone like him. The mixture of pain and pleasure was simply incredible. In the midst of all these feelings, he managed to listen in on the conversation between Xenelith and Azriel concerning a flyer for a ball coming up. He pondered silently. Aklenroth… What is your play? A ball to gather all of your enemies and a… Oh? Would he actually do something like that? Umber leaned towards the two.

“You two may be onto something. If he is not behind this, then he will surely take advantage of this event… If not, we will. No matter how things play out, we’ll need to prepare to attend this ball. It may not be as enjoyable as this… Actually, I’ll hold off on what this ball may have in store for us. However, today will be difficult to top with an order of skaula and ubara on the way. I cannot partake directly, but I can receive some of the... secondhand effects.” Umber shared a low snicker. “Madam, that sad creature across from us needs a bit of company. Eight demihumans similar to this one, my treat.” Umber requested noting the female that Azriel had requested just a moment ago. Nothing personal… Torture is just something I do.”

Ossvien

Time: Night
Location: Parlay Cay
Interaction with: @Dreamingflowers - Nur

Finally, the festivities... Malek’s grumpy face softened a bit as Adrielle gave her jeering announcement. He could see it lifted the spirits of the men and women on the ship more than they already were. The first mate let a smirk show for a second as the excitement of a new adventure filled him. Sure, the rum, music, and company proved to be the collection of elements meant to keep a pirate jolly, but it was the thing beyond that which lit a fire in the man’s belly. Turning his head back for a moment, noticing Elenei walking up. He gave her a quick nod but noticed the gnome was deep in thought. He followed her gaze until his eyes fell on Katurah playing her violin. Of course!

He found himself eyeing the cat, but not completely out of lust. It’s not like the man could ignore the young woman’s features there before him. He was much more pleased with the music Katurah played. He was glad he hadn’t made an actual bet on her ability to play… He’d be short a few coin.

“Still a worm.” Malek said aloud just before Nur entered his sight. The witch appeared to be troubled by something. It was easy to spot at times due to how it contrasted with her usual graceful demeanor. He dug a hand into one of his pockets before twitching his arm at the slight prick his finger felt from the item inside. His eyebrows furrowed as he cleared his throat and headed in the woman’s direction. On his way over, he snatched a half-empty bottle of rum and wiped off the top with his bare hand before taking a swig and continuing on over. Malek had been waiting for this moment all day. “Nur! Snap out of whatever spell takes you and take your first mate for a stroll. We have things to discuss… I have discovered something. Something very peculiar.” Malek shared with a raised eyebrow. He nodded to a more secluded area on the deck.

Avalia

Time: Late Morning
Location: Edena, Daka Island
Interaction with: Myra @13org

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After Kol had given his welcoming introduction to Edena, the contrasting part of Morteum located on the other side of the mountain, He walked forth towards the beautiful garden.

“What do they call you on your world human, and what is the name of your demon bride? I will address you accordingly.” Kol spoke sternly. Darius followed the dark elf as his eyes took in the beautiful site. He turned around to his left to see the white and blue section of the castle that was positioned along the other end of the mountain. It actually looked nice, which perplexed the hell out of him. How is THIS on the other side of where we just were? I guess Aklenroth wasn’t just lying his ass off, this place is nice… Wait, did he just say BRIDE???

“It’s Darius and this is Myra, my friend.” Darius was already irritated with the elf. He looked to Myra and smiled. “Maybe future wife if she keeps being such a sweetheart.” Darius joked. Kol scoffed but refused to add any comment to Darius’ apparent joke.

“The garden before you is owned and tended to by General Faister… He treasures it like it is his child, so refrain from ruining even a single petal if you want to avoid death. You will be permitted to venture out in due time, but it is wise to remain on the grounds.” Kol took a moment to take in the sight. It was a view not seen in Azmor Galus. Meanwhile, Darius just seemed glad that Myra was in a better mood. He was sure the two would spend a lot of time out here. He’d also make sure to be mindful of the flowers. Kol then abruptly turned to face the castle and nodded to it before stepping forward. “And over here we have Edena’s living quarters, it’s still connected to the Morteum. It is… brighter than the rest of Morteum and houses several of Aklenroth’s most esteemed servants. This will be your domain for food, shelter, and rest. It is here where I will also educate and train you to be worthy of fulfilling your goal. My king believes you want to rid Avalia of the humans brought here by the Dimensional Rift Opening Machines, DROMs for short.” The dark elf spoke with his head forward and back to the two as they were expected to follow him towards Edena. He stopped and turned to them for a moment. “You cannot hope to reach such a goal without power and might. The rebellion will not simply give up their human weapons. And not many of the remaining humans will trust Aklenroth’s offer in leaving this world peacefully. Most if not all will have their heads filled with lies of his inability to do so. They will flee, fight, and even attempt to kill you. But power and might do not come easily in this world! It isn’t as simple as wanting it, you must train your body, challenge your mind, and break your limits! I can show you the way, but Darius, you must be the one to take the path! Understood?” The dark elf spoke with a fierce passion, filling Darius with determination and confidence.

“I understand clearly.” Darius appeared to be taking this more seriously than previously. What he was shown when he had smashed the mysterious red crystal in his palms was still bothering him. As much as he wanted to bounce back into his joking mood, Darius found it impossible to keep it up. He almost wondered why he felt so responsible for the lives left in this world. He could have made a quick exit and left these strangers behind, never having to worry about Avalia again. Sure, he’d have to purchase a new bed, but… No, his conscience would eat at him. Those people he witnessed die wouldn’t just escape his mind, and the thoughts on those he could have saved from a similar fate would haunt him as well. He’d feel like he had felt a few years back on the day of his older brother’s wedding. Cowardly selfish…

Kol nodded at Darius’ answer, accepting it. Not disciplined, but that fire in his eyes is something I can work with. Kol led the two inside castle, through a different entrance from where they had come from. The area the two entered appeared to be some sort of dining room adorned with royal blue banners with several wooden tables and benches within. Darius stopped in his tracks as the aroma of spices and home cooking filled his nostrils.

“The dining room. Scheduled and requested meals are served here as one might expect." Kol walked past the tables and towards an open entryway into a staircase to the second floor. The dark elf had been prepared to make his way upstairs but was stopped by Darius’ distant voice.

“You think we could make one of those requests before we go up? We haven’t eaten since…” Darius tried to think. It hadn’t been since dawn, right before they went marching up to Morteum. Fuck, it’s been a long time... He put on an uneasy smile. It’s been a while.” Darius’ uneasy expression faced Kol’s cold one. The dark elf took a moment to speak before clearing his throat.

“Zorrah!” Kol called out as he walked towards the dining room tables. He looked around a bit for the one he had called, but nothing. An irritable sigh escaped him. ”Ves-”

“Whoa! Stop!” A blue-skinned woman with bright yellow eyes suddenly appeared several feet away from the three with a quick flash of purple light. She appeared flustered, not wanting Kol to continue calling out to whomever he had started calling for. “I am here. I have been SUMMONED.” The blue-skinned woman addressed Kol with a tired and bothered tone. Her gaze went to Darius and then stopped on Myra. Her brows rose slightly, showing minor intrigue. “Another human and a demon.” The woman scanned her surroundings for a second. “Food it is. Any specific requests?”

Darius looked upon the woman, not knowing what to say. He didn’t really know what he wanted to eat. In fact, he had questions of his own. Like where did this woman come from… and did she just TELEPORT into the room?! And what was she? Her ears weren’t pointed, but her skin was blue. Then there were the yellow eyes. What is she?

“Uhh, how about steaks for both of us! I’ll have mine medium rare and Myra here will have hers rare.” Darius looked down at Myra with a questioning look. “Bloody, right?” He asked his friend in order to be sure. Darius was always warry that he’d speak out of turn in Myra’s stead. His eyes met the blue woman’s yellow ones. “My name’s Darius by the way.” He smiled, but the pleasantry wasn’t returned by the woman.

“I’m Zorrah…” She looked Darius over a bit before a smirk formed on her face. “I think like you better than the other one. That Jack guy is just... odd. Anyway, I can get those steaks ready in a bit. Might throw in some carrots or something too.” Zorrah stared at Myra now to observe her demon kin's reaction.

Avalia

Time: Late Morning
Location: Love Lounge, Roshmi City
Interaction with: @Tae - Azriel, @Legion02 Xenelith @Alivefalling Jack @Eviledd1984 O’Ner

Umber casually floated into the Love Lounge behind his apprentice and partner, Azriel who led the pack of villainous misfits to a suitable spot within the recreational establishment. Being inside and getting away from the scourge that was the sun was always refreshing to the demon. Umber had initially been unsure about going to the brothel, not knowing what he was truly in for. Things seemed to start off nicely as the previous occupants of the table the group took gave Umber a nice appetizer of fear to start off the festivities, courtesy of Azriel and her blade of course. The large demon landed and took a seat cross-legged beside Azriel and proceeded to take in every spiking emotion of pleasure, excitement, pain, dissatisfaction, nervousness, fear, anger, regret, and even a bit of hatred. His four eyes widened at the intensity of the emotions pulsating within the brothel. The establishment was a literal all he could eat emotional buffet. Exquisite… Absolutely delicious!

“This was a fine idea… There is so much potent emotion to feed on…” Umber voiced as his body slumped forward due to how relaxed he was feeling. “Don’t mind me… Indulge in these beautifully miserable creatures! Do not allow shame to hold you back from your pleasures!” Umber urged, in an almost uncharacteristic way.