Fuzzybootz

Been gone a while....

Hey guys been gone a while, but I've been thinking of getting back into this. I'm Looking for a small group to write with. I have an idea for an rp but I would like a group to world build with me.

Interested?

The Last Embers (Dark Steampunk/Fantasy)

The Whispering Wind

The wind whispered as the sun began to dip below the horizon. Intricate patterns of ice floated weightlessly downward from the pure white sky above, each flake swirled and danced,as the icy wind carried it across the whitened landscape. That morning’s hunting party had yet to return, and Mother Fiana grew anxious as each hour passed.

She leaned against the cold metal of the makeshift bunker, with one leg propped up against it, and looked out over the frozen terrain. Her breath created little puffs of smoke as she lifted a hot cup of liquid to her lips. She closed her eyes and savored the rich, bold tea. It helped to dull the throbbing of her migraine.

Nearby a group of soldiers, on watch duty, huddled together for warmth. Just like the wind, they whispered. Their voices were like white noise in her ears as they spoke words of awe and fear about her presence. They all knew that without the assistance of Warband Goliath, they would have all perished weeks ago. Not only from the cold but the several Icekin barrages that have caused extensive damage.

Mother Faina was unsure how much longer her Ether would last. She was dangerously low already, and she had to resort to borrowing from others. That couldn’t last much longer without making more sacrifices. The almost constant migraines had created a seemingly endless cycle of sleepless nights and exhausting days. When she did manage to sleep, her dreams were haunted by the visage of her brother.

The vision given on her Day of Culmination drifted through her mind and caused her heart to palpate in nearly the same rhythm as her head. The memory of a newborn’s wails overshadowed the whispers of the men nearby. She saw her mother’s exhausted and sweat dripped form laid out on the edge of an elaborate four-poster bed. Faina stood at the edge of the bed as if she actually been there. The room was dark except for the light of a small lamp. Shadows skipped across the room and her mother’s face as she had a momentary respite. An elderly lady Doctor was crotched at the foot of the bed, holding the newborn Fiana. The doctor had just cut the life cord away from newborn Faina as a dark figure appeared from the shadows and loomed over the women. Faina had instinctively known it was her father, even though she had never seen his face. She could barely see it now, as the shadows partially obscured his features. He said something in a low deep voice and reached out to take his daughter into his arms. Then her mother began to scream again, and both the doctor and her father turned in surprise. Gently the doctor reached out and touched her mother, a gentle glow emanating from the woman’s hands.

“Another will be born this night,” she said with a concerned tone and quickly began to prepare for the second birthing.

Suddenly Faina felt a presence, and she turned to see a young man standing beside her. He was staring attentively at the vision that continued to unfold in front of them. He had shoulder-length dark hair, just as she did, and his features were strikingly like her own. At first, she had thought he had been part of the vision, another person in the room during her birth. But then he turned to stare straight at her. She could feel the anger being burned into her as she looked into his bright blue eyes. However, that anger seemed to melt as he reached out and touched her hand.

The touch was like a bolt of lightning running the entire length of her body. It was forever seared into her memory. Suddenly the hole she had felt her whole life had been filled. For what seemed like an eternity, they stared into each other’s souls, and Faina knew without question who he was.

“I will find you,” her twin said, and then he turned back to the commotion of the vision. In those moments, Faina had lost track of what had happened.

Now her mother lay motionless on the bed, the sheets stained scarlet. Faina’s newborn brother screamed in the arms of the doctor. Her father was as pale as the snow outside as he cradled newborn Faina and stared horrifyingly at the lifeless body of her mother.

Mother Faina opened her eyes slowly. The real world returned with soul-crushing reality. The Hunting Party had still not returned, and the soldiers were still huddled together. Though the vision had been months ago, she could still feel the bond that had been sparked between her and her brother. The anger she had felt from him would resurface like a wild animal threatening to savagely tare its prey apart. In those moments, she lost herself. She had been lucky so far that none of her war siblings had noticed, or at the very least, they said nothing.

Mother Faina reached into the folds of her robes and pulled out a small flask. She poured a generous portion of its contents into her tea. She smiled and chuckled to herself. Alya had better never find out about this, or Faina would never hear the end of it.

The Last Embers (Dark Steampunk/Fantasy)

Name: Mother Faina (fa-ee-nah) Gajov
Age: 20
Race: Varyan
Height and weight: 5'7 and 156lbs
Physical description:
Mother Faina is only 20 but she carries herself in a stoic and graceful manner seemly beyond her years. She is tall, but of an average height for a Varyan woman. She would not be considered lean but her build is that of strength and muscle as is expected of any Inquisitor. Her facial features are soft and feminine which at times seems out of place on the training field. She is often misjudged by her looks. Her dark wavy locks are also out of place for a Varyan. Some say that she must be of mixed blood, but her family's strict pedigree would say otherwise. Many of her family lovingly refer to her as Varya's chosen one. She has many scares but none are highly visible.

Mother Faina Gajov

Personality:
Dont be fooled by Mother Faina's seemly quiet and reserved presence. She is fueled by a sense of loyalty, faithfulness, and dependability. She puts the needs of her Warband, sometimes at the determinant of herself, before all else. She is very organized and methodical which generally leads her to succeed at any task she undertakes. She values honesty and integrity. Even though she usually takes things very seriously, she has been known to have an offbeat sense of humor, especially in the company of her own Warband. She is a strong believer in tradition and has an unbreakable faith in Varya which can sometimes make it hard for her to see others perspectives. Mother Faina is usually uncomfortable expressing affection and emotion to others. However, her strong sense of duty and the ability to see what needs to be done in any situation usually allows her to overcome her natural reservations, and she is usually quite supporting and caring with the people that she loves. She is most likely to express her affection through actions, rather than through words.

Background:
Faina comes from a long line of clergy and Inquisitors. Boasting a lineage to some of the greatest warriors and Inquisitors in Varyan history, her family's prestige has afforded them a high level of comfort within their society. They are known for being extremely perticular about marriages and staying true to native Varyan blood.

From what she has been told Faina's parents marriage was one of convenience and breeding. It was no secret that there was no passionate love between the two, they still cared for one another. Both of them had become master inquisitors in their own right before the family began to pressure them to continue the family tradition.

Faina's mothers pregnancy was not an easy one. Constantly sick and bed ridden, many believed that she would lose the child. Little did she know that she was carring twins. Going into labor early Fainas mother would ultimately lose her life. The twins survived however.

When Faina and her brother were born it was quite clear that something was amiss. For reasons unknown she would be separated from her brother. Too young to remember him, her family has kept her brothers existence a closely guarded secret even to this day. Only those in the room that day know the secret.

Having been breed to be an Inquisitor, Faina grew up knowing exactly what was expected of her. Though she always felt like a huge part of her was missing. She thought it was just a feeling associated with never knowing her mother or Father. Her Father was a mystery to her as he never came to see her during her youth. She was told that he was too busy to see to the rearing of children. So Faina was raised by her mothers parents who were not Inquisitors but still deeply involved. However, every year on her birthday Faina would receive a letter from her father. Some times it would sing praise and others he would chastise her for not trying harder. He would always start the letter with "Vayra's chosen one"

At the appropriate age Faina entered the Red Seminary to begin her training as was expected of her. That feeling of emptiness never truly went away.

On the day of her day of Culmination, that all changed. Baring witness to her own birth she discovered exactly what was missing, her twin brother.

Skills/ Abilities:
Mundane:
Really Good Memory- Faina has a knack for remembering the details. Being highly organized and detail oriented remembering names, dates, and event details comes very easy to her.
Can Spot a lie- Though not fool proof, Faina is really adept at reading body language. However, she is unlikely to say anything unless it effects the Warband in any direct or dangerous way.
Ethereal:
Gravity Manipulation: Note: this all rudimentary and I am assuming that some laws of physics don’t apply due to it being a magical world.
1.Can alter the gravity field of herself and objects. This allows herself and objects to appear heavier or lighter. Note this does not actually change mass, but the force pushing or pulling on it. For example think of the moon and earth. The gravitational pull/ push is different and thus we appear heavy on earth and light on the moon. Some manifestations of this ability are, increased agility, and strength. Objects seem to slowly float away or become so heavy they can’t be moved. A limitation is that she and objects are only effected as long she is concentrating on them. For now the object will stop being effected immediately, but as she gets stronger, the longer it will take the effect to fade. However it will eventually fade.
2.She can manipulate the direction in which gravity will push or pull in relation to herself. This assumes that she is the center of gravity and that mass is very important. For example if she pushes against an object (this includes people) and she has more mass than it, than it will be pushed way from her. If she has less mass than it, she is pushed away from it. If they have the same mass then both be pushed away from each other. If she pulls on an object and it has less mass than her it will be drawn to her. If she pulls on object that has more mass than her, she will be pulled toward it.

Paling + Aegisbearer: Using her manipulation abilities Faina pushes out her gravity field to create a dark pearlescent purple dome that basically repels anything with mass away from it. When she uses this ability alone it is her Paling. She can increase its ability to cover a group of people so long each person is chained together, skin to skin, to Faina. Both of these abilities consume a lot Ether. The latter will practically drain her and the longer she holds it the higher the risk of losing consciousness, or even worse, death.

Spellblade:

A bohemian Earspoon

Ethereal connection to her twin brother: starting on the day she was given her vision, every now and then Faina will experience extreme anger and hate that she knows is not her own.

Catalyst: A ring that once belonged to her mother.

Hider

Person emblem: ( Fieldless) a cross moline argent surmounted by a rose proper.

The Last Embers (Dark Steampunk/Fantasy)

Name: Mother Faina (fa-ee-nah) Gajov
Age: 20
Race: Varyan
Height and weight: 5'7 and 156lbs
Physical description:
Mother Faina is only 20 but she carries herself in a stoic and graceful manner seemly beyond her years. She is tall, but of an average height for a Varyan woman. She would not be considered lean but her build is that of strength and muscle as is expected of any Inquisitor. Her facial features are soft and feminine which at times seems out of place on the training field. She is often misjudged by her looks. Her dark wavy locks are also out of place for a Varyan. Some say that she must be of mixed blood, but her family's strict pedigree would say otherwise. Many of her family lovingly refer to her as Varya's chosen one. She has many scares but none are highly visible.

Mother Faina Gajov

Personality:
Dont be fooled by Mother Faina's seemly quiet and reserved presence. She is fueled by a sense of loyalty, faithfulness, and dependability. She puts the needs of her Warband, sometimes at the determinant of herself, before all else. She is very organized and methodical which generally leads her to succeed at any task she undertakes. She values honesty and integrity. Even though she usually takes things very seriously, she has been known to have an offbeat sense of humor, especially in the company of her own Warband. She is a strong believer in tradition and has an unbreakable faith in Varya which can sometimes make it hard for her to see others perspectives. Mother Faina is usually uncomfortable expressing affection and emotion to others. However, her strong sense of duty and the ability to see what needs to be done in any situation usually allows her to overcome her natural reservations, and she is usually quite supporting and caring with the people that she loves. She is most likely to express her affection through actions, rather than through words.

Background:
Faina comes from a long line of clergy and Inquisitors. Boasting a lineage to some of the greatest warriors and Inquisitors in Varyan history, her family's prestige has afforded them a high level of comfort within their society. They are known for being extremely perticular about marriages and staying true to native Varyan blood.

From what she has been told Faina's parents marriage was one of convenience and breeding. It was no secret that there was no passionate love between the two, they still cared for one another. Both of them had become master inquisitors in their own right before the family began to pressure them to continue the family tradition.

Faina's mothers pregnancy was not an easy one. Constantly sick and bed ridden, many believed that she would lose the child. Little did she know that she was carring twins. Going into labor early Fainas mother would ultimately lose her life. The twins survived however.

When Faina and her brother were born it was quite clear that something was amiss. For reasons unknown she would be separated from her brother. Too young to remember him, her family has kept her brothers existence a closely guarded secret even to this day. Only those in the room that day know the secret.

Having been breed to be an Inquisitor, Faina grew up knowing exactly what was expected of her. Though she always felt like a huge part of her was missing. She thought it was just a feeling associated with never knowing her mother or Father. Her Father was a mystery to her as he never came to see her during her youth. She was told that he was too busy to see to the rearing of children. So Faina was raised by her mothers parents who were not Inquisitors but still deeply involved. However, every year on her birthday Faina would receive a letter from her father. Some times it would sing praise and others he would chastise her for not trying harder. He would always start the letter with "Vayra's chosen one"

At the appropriate age Faina entered the Red Seminary to begin her training as was expected of her. That feeling of emptiness never truly went away.

On the day of her day of Culmination, that all changed. Baring witness to her own birth she discovered exactly what was missing, her twin brother.

Skills/ Abilities:
Mundane:
Really Good Memory- Faina has a knack for remembering the details. Being highly organized and detail oriented remembering names, dates, and event details comes very easy to her.
Can Spot a lie- Though not fool proof, Faina is really adept at reading body language. However, she is unlikely to say anything unless it effects the Warband in any direct or dangerous way.
Ethereal:
Gravity Manipulation: Note: this all rudimentary and I am assuming that some laws of physics don’t apply due to it being a magical world.
1.Can alter the gravity field of herself and objects. This allows herself and objects to appear heavier or lighter. Note this does not actually change mass, but the force pushing or pulling on it. For example think of the moon and earth. The gravitational pull/ push is different and thus we appear heavy on earth and light on the moon. Some manifestations of this ability are, increased agility, and strength. Objects seem to slowly float away or become so heavy they can’t be moved. A limitation is that she and objects are only effected as long she is concentrating on them. For now the object will stop being effected immediately, but as she gets stronger, the longer it will take the effect to fade. However it will eventually fade.
2.She can manipulate the direction in which gravity will push or pull in relation to herself. This assumes that she is the center of gravity and that mass is very important. For example if she pushes against an object (this includes people) and she has more mass than it, than it will be pushed way from her. If she has less mass than it, she is pushed away from it. If they have the same mass then both be pushed away from each other. If she pulls on an object and it has less mass than her it will be drawn to her. If she pulls on object that has more mass than her, she will be pulled toward it.
Paling + Aegisbearer: Using her manipulation abilities Faina pushes out her gravity field to create a dark pearlescent purple dome that basically repels anything with mass away from it. When she uses this ability alone it is her Paling. She can increase its ability to cover a group of people so long each person is chained together, skin to skin, to Faina. Both of these abilities consume a lot Ether. The latter will practically drain her and the longer she holds it the higher the risk of losing consciousness, or even worse, death.

Spellblade:

A bohemian Earspoon

Ethereal connection to her twin brother: starting on the day she was given her vision, every now and then Faina will experience extreme anger and hate that she knows is not her own.

Catalyst: A ring that once belonged to her mother.

Hider

Person emblem: ( Fieldless) a cross moline argent surmounted by a rose proper.

The Last Embers (Dark Steampunk/Fantasy)

I think my character would fit nicely as the aegisbearer. I should have my preliminary character up shortly.

The Last Embers (Dark Steampunk/Fantasy)

@lovejoy can I get an invite to the discord thread?

The Last Embers (No longer accepting characters)

Been a while since I've seen a thread worth playing in. I'm interested if there is sti room. It will take me a day or so to really absorb the world so can create a character
Though.

@lovejoy Would I be allowed to play twins?

Dungeon Dive

I'm interested... if it's still open... I'll play whatever the party needs. I'm a experienced dnd player so this is up my ally.

No Turning Back - Surving the Abyss

Riley Cavill

Riley Cavill did not have much time to decide what the team was going to do. Sergeant McCormick’s suggestion was a good one, and under normal circumstances she would have agreed.

“Thank you Sergeant, but the quickest way back to the ship is the way we came in.” she said as she watched the sergeant lift the wounded soldier on to his back. It was unfortunate that they would only be as fast as their slowest member. By lifting the wounded onto his back McCormick was making himself over encumbered and had taken himself out of proper tactical form. They would lose points for that decision. Though, the decision had already been made and it was up to her to make the best of it.

“Alright Boys, Move out! Stay tight! Ford, Knight, take Lead. McCormick you stay to the interior with the Scientists. Do Not Stop Men. Our lives depend on it. Do whatever it takes to get everyone on that ship. THAT’S AN ORDER.” She yelled and they all quickly fell in line. They were on the move in the next breath.

Riley positioned herself at the rear of the unit this time. She didn’t want to take the chance of being ambushed again and she put herself in the vulnerable spot. She trusted her team to get where they needed to be. What she did not trust was this simulation not throwing them another curve ball. She needed to get ahead of it, and she had a risky plan to do so.

After a few moments, Riley slipped away un-noticed by her unit and headed off into the forest alone.

*******

Unit Moved as fast they could through the forest. They followed all the markers they had set in the beginning so they could easily find their way back. It was eerily quiet however, and it was making everyone very uneasy. The scientists were uneasy because they had no idea what was going on. The Unit was uneasy because they expected an attack at any moment.

Then an unexpected blasting sound broke the silence, but it was some distance away. The Unit did not stop, and an attack never came as they expected it to.

Within 15 minutes they finally broke through into the clearing where the ship had landed. The clearing was littered with the broken and mangled bits of those alien cyborgs along with several still intact ones. The clearing was a small battle field with both the cyborgs and the units assigned to protect the ship attacking one another.

Again Riley’s unit did not stop or hesitate. They made a straight line for the ship; blasting away any cyborgs that got in their way. When they finally made it to the Cargo bay doors, they rushed all the scientists inside.

“Welcome Back Unit 3112” one of the commanders on board the ship said as the sound of the engines could be heard firing up. “Umm, where is Master Sergeant Cavill?”

The Unit looked around in utter confusion. Apparently no one had noticed their leader was not with them. Then right on cue, a blast across the clearing caught their attention. A lone figure was racing across the clearing followed by a rather sizable group of alien cyborgs.

******

Riley Cavill ran as fast as her feet could move her. Just up ahead was the ship and she could clearly see it was just minutes away from taking off. She pushed herself harder jumping over bodies and dodging shoots from behind her. Her risky plan to find and distract the alien cyborgs had apparently worked as she could see the members of her unit currently watching her from the ship.

She reached the ship just as the engines lifted off the ground and a cloud of dust filled the air. With grunt she leaped off her feet and landed on the ramp leading up to the cargo bay. Several hands then reached down and pulled her safely aboard. She quickly rolled onto her back as she heard the sound of the cargo bay doors closing. Several faces appeared and looked down at her in shock.

“Is everyone accounted for?” she asked breathlessly. Suddenly a small loading icon appeared at the bottom of her vision. It was letting her know that the simulation was about to end.

“Yes, sir’ one of her unit members answered.

“ooorahhh!” she exclaimed as her vision went black.

No Turning Back - Surving the Abyss

Riley Cavill

@poohead189

Riley Cavill saluted the Captain as he dismissed them all. She turned on her heels knowing that her team would still be in formation until she gave them the go to prepare for the simulation. She was not prone to speeches, but in this case she wanted to give her unit a few words of confidence before probably the hardest simulation they will ever go through. Sure they had been through the maximum reality setting before, but no one likes a test.

“Listen Up, this will no doubt be one of the hardest things you will ever do.” The thought of leaving Earth forever came to her mind as the hardest, but she continued. “If you find yourself doubting you can go on, just remember how far you have come. Remember all the fears you have already overcome. The Body always follows the Mind. Take another step. Show the Captain you have stones bigger than a Martian Bull and WE ARE NOTHING BUT THE BEST!”

“NOTHING BUT THE BEST!” The Unit all shouted in unison as Lt. Harrison walked up to Riley. Then Right on cue an alarm sounded letting the team know that their training dome was free.

“Helmets On MEN!” Riley said with massive grin as she looked over to Lt. Harrison who raised an eyebrow at her.

*******

Riley and her team entered the simulation with ease. She was always the first to enter and would be the last to exit. The few seconds of pitch black always unnerved her. It reminded her of a time she had to hide in a crate to escape a particularly hostile territory back on Earth.

The simulation loaded and they found themselves in a familiar landscape. Though it would be laid out differently than any location they had trained in before. It was the machines way of making it more real. The jungle before them was massive and dense. Its humidity was so oppressive that they were all sweating before they even took one step. They were also standing at the base of what looked like some sort of Alien Ruins. There were three scientists gathering what looked to be their important equipment rather quickly.

“We are ready to head out Major” One of the scientists said with a bit of a stutter in his speech. He must be afraid of something. Whatever it was had them all spooked already. That made the situation more dangerous and would make it harder to control.

Riley nodded and signaled to her men to get into their usual formation. She didn’t need to tell them where to go, they just did. During their first year together she had let them hash out their own pecking order since they were all of a similar rank. It changed from time to time though, just as she noticed it had now. The two notable changes were Knight and McCormick. Knight having been embarrassed earlier this morning had been given the rear post. It was the most dangerous position to take in the case of ambushes from behind. However, it could be the most rewarding if he managed to warn the unit before being attacked. Her unit was cleaver that way. Pay your due and reap the benefits. McCormick had not embarrassed himself. In fact last simulation he single-handedly took down six attackers without even breaking sweat. Obviously that had garnished him major brownie points. He stood slightly back from her and in front the small group of scientists. Riley took point but she relied on McCormick to keep the formation tight and the payload secure.

“Move out” Riley ordered as she moved just slightly ahead of the unit. She was scouting an appropriate route for them to take back to the ship she instinctively knew was waiting for them. Luck would have it that she also suddenly knew the path they had originally taken to get here. She decided that was how they were going to travel back.

They had covered nearly a mile in silence when Riley noticed something amiss. Riley signaled the group to come to a stop as she accessed the situation. That’s when they suddenly come under fire. Blasts of blue energy soared past them in high volume hitting trees and other vegetation.

“Get to higher ground” Riley ordered as she remembered the small slant they had traversed down just moments before. Yes, it was heading back the way they had come but the higher ground was best. Her feet moved fast and seconds later she was safely behind a fallen tree.
Their attackers then showed themselves. They were hideous looking things and Riley wasn’t sure if they were biological or mechanical. They were in fact humanoid, but with a third eye in the center of their foreheads and instead of one of their hands there was what looked like a massive pulse weapon.

Riley counted 4 of them. However, one of her men took one down with a shoot to the head. Vile looking goo exploded in every direction. The Just like the corks of wine bottles her united popped the last three remaining hostiles.

Riley let out a short breath just as the crackling of her radio com got her attention. She pulled it out to listen.

“All units return to the…” began the voice of an unfamiliar female, then there was sound of shots being fired. The com fizzed out for a moment. “I repeat. We cannot stay much longer” there was more fizz and then the com went silent.

They were now under a time crunch and the worst part was that they had no idea exactly how long they had.

“Umm, Top?” one of her men said getting her attention.

Riley looked over to him and noticed for the first time that one of her men had been shot in the leg. He was now bleeding and looked whiter than a ghost.

“Fuck” was all she could say.