Lady Seraphina

Fae Courtis: The Wylde Hunt (Reboot)

Guys I'm trying to find a spring ruler, Zahrale has gotten a bit busy (not going to divulge his life).

@LadyRunic

That was a bit tactless.

To elaborate I'm backing out of this RP. I feel as though I'm doing a lot more harm than good here. I love this setting and I love my characters but rereading some of the OOC pages it's pretty apparent that I don't really belong here. I'm not blaming anyone or trying to make anyone feel guilty. I came into this expecting more than this RP was prepared to give. When I didn't get what I was looking for I got argumentative and in some cases rude. For that I apologize. Despite the differences that have cropped up between us I don't want to leave you guys hanging so I will continue to play Nyx till the time at which a new Spring Leader is selected and Nyx can be written out of the story (most likely assassinated) so that the narrative is not disrupted by my departure. I appreciate everyone here and I hope that you enjoy this RP. From what LadyRunic has told me of things to come you're going to have a grand time. Thank you all for putting up with me until this point, don't worry its safe to voice new ideas now. I won't be giving commentary.

The Otherworld: Faerie Light (Fae Political Intrigue RP) [Fantasy/supernatural/character driven]

Bean Sídhe

Race:

Bean Sídhe (Banshee)

Common Physical Traits:

Generally wispy and slim if not frail, Bean Sídhe appear to be young and beautiful with a head of straight locks or a mature woman in the prime of her youth. In their true form, Bean Sídhe are hideous, shriveled hags whose hair is grey and stringy with age. Their eyes are known to glow red when in their true forms.

Court:

Generally the Winter Court with a total of 25 Bean Sídhe at any given time (excluding the Ua Briain)

Abilities:

Deathsense: Bean Sídhe can sense impending deaths. This "sixth sense" starts as a vague nagging suspicion but, as the time of death gets closer, the shroud of death around the deathbound, allowing the Bean Sídhe to clearly find the doomed individuals. The aura of death becomes clear at the beginning of the individual’s final week, but the exact person is hard to pinpoint until three days before death, at which point the banshee’s sixth sense can tell her exactly who the deathbound are.

Caoineadh: (Irish for lament) While Bean Sídhe are not obligated to sing a lament for everyone, the death of a high-ranking member of society will force the wail from the existing Bean Sídhe. However, this wail can also be used offensively as it can be "so piercing that it shatters glass," allowing Bean Sídhe to momentarily stun or incapacitate enemies for a few seconds.

The Ua Briain: The Ua Briain is the ruler of the other 25 Bean Sídhe, and the succeeding Ua Briain is chosen before the current ruler passes. The Ua Briain is given dominion over a cláirseach ("Celtic harp"), an instrument that calls forth spirits and allows the Ua Briain to communicate with them as well as tie new Bean Sídhe with the deceased and thus grant them their powers, and the Cóiste Bodhar (the coach-a-bower or death coach), the black carriage that ferries the Ua Briain around to the different Courts.

Shapeshifting: Bean Sídhe are able to shapeshift into animals commonly associated with witchcraft such as the hooded crow, stoat, hare and weasel.

Passing of roles: Before a Bean Sídhe dies, she is required to choose an heir to replace her. The choosing usually takes place during a fae's infancy, stripping the infant from their parents and imbuing them with a Bean Sídhe's soul by connecting them to the dead with the cláirseach. The infant grows up within the ranks of the Bean Sídhe, inheriting full responsibilities when their mentor passes.

Limits:

Deathsense: Because death is a possibility for all living beings, Bean Sídhe are virtually incapable of determining who is closer to the grave until their death is imminent (three days). To Bean Sídhe, all beings, if living, are tinged with the scent of death, so their deathsense is relatively useless during the week when the presence of death clouds around a deathbound.

Caoineadh: Bean Sídhe cannot hold their wails past a few minutes as they can only sing as long as they have air in their lungs. Therefore Bean Sídhe must time their wails correctly in combat to make the most of their powers.

Weaknesses/Drawbacks:

Precious metals: Bean Sídhe are repelled by artifacts crafted from gold as well as other precious metals.

Non-combatants: Bean Sídhe were not intended for the battlefield, and this is clear when one considers their physiology. Being immensely old and brittle, Bean Sídhe are more an asset off the battlefield than on, although their wails can delay the enemy enough for an attack or two.

Bystanders: The Bean Sídhe physically cannot take any action to change what is to come, which includes speaking, writing, or doing anything that may change the future. They themselves are connected to the spirit world and know all its secrets, but they are forbidden to speak of anything that has not yet transgressed. In this way, they serve as record-keepers for history, never influencing fate but always there to document it for posterity.

Social Standing:

While the Ua Briain generally stands as an adviser to the ruler of the Winter Court due to her ability to consult with the deceased, the Bean Sídhe in her attendance serve as her aids, fulfilling societal roles such as being librarians or historians in all courts.

@Dusksong

How exactly are the new Bean Sídhe chosen? Is it random, can any infant fae become a Bean Sídhe or are they picked from a specific breed of fae for generations? Can the Bean Sídhe have children? If so given the constraint on their powers being passed on what type of fae would the child be? How does the Ua Briain communicate with the dead? Is he/she the only one allowed to view these "spirit summoning"? If the Bean Sídhe are not permitted to interfere in the natural course of events how does the ua Briain advise the Winter Court? Given mortality rates does the Death Sense actually do anything beyond give the Bean Sídhe the knowledge that ever living thing will die eventually? What purpose do the other 25 Bean Sídhe serve if they are not attending to the Winter Court?

Blendecs

(Faint inspiration drawn from Foul Blendecs of Dwarf Fortress fame).
Species: Blendec

Common Features

Blendecs are foul man-shaped creatures with the legs of a goat and the empty-eyed skull of a goat. They stand 1.4 meters tall on average, and though their bodies are typically thin they are incredibly dense with an average weight of 181 kilograms. Their fur may range in color between black, brown, and red. Their skin may bear any coloration, though universally it is always cast with a deathly pallor. Blendec skin cannot heal naturally, and from the moment of each creature's creation each wound they sustain will rot and fester. A Blendec's age may be approximated through examination of their skin - the less they have the older they are. The most ancient Blendecs are entirely devoid of epidermis, their body covered only in tough scars and collagen.

All Blendecs come into being with a head resembling the hollowed skull of a goat. Contrary to expectation, their skulls are effectively accessories and their destruction is merely an inconvenience to the individual. An individual without a skull retains perfect sight, hearing, and smell - and these senses are effectively impossible to take from them. The skull itself serves as the seat of a Blendec's powers - when broken or misplaced, a Blendec loses all of their native abilities. As newly formed Blendecs with intact skulls are often far more trouble than they are worth, it is customary practice amongst nearly all fae to shatter their skulls on the spot, and even older Blendecs who can be trusted to keep peace are viewed with such wariness that threats to break their skulls are quick to fly.

Blendecs lack genitalia of any kind, though they are treated as male due to the inflection and pitch of their voices. They regularly form out of nothingness along leyline intersections, often in concert with the occurrence of intentional malign acts by other species of fae - their formation is thus easily monitored and regulated, as well as nearly continuous.

Skulls may be regained through certain rituals, kept as close secrets and unknown to even to most fae - the few who are aware of the dark proceedings often describe them as too repulsive to bear retelling. Blendecs cannot be coerced to reveal these rituals under most circumstances, and unlike most other fae will freely lie in order to safeguard the process.

Blendecs have an innate affinity and love for the mineral pitchblende, which amongst the Otherworld is found most frequently in the Far Lands and around the base of Yggdrasil, though not in proximity to Mimameith. They can sense when pitchblende is near, a factor contributing greatly to Blendec's status as pests due to their rampant and illegal mining operations in the more secluded areas of the four courts. A Blendec may draw power from from Pitchblende in order to fuel their innate abilities, though naturally they must possess a skull in order to do so. As power is drawn from a mass of pitchblende, it will deteriorate into a soluble crystalline material, highly toxic to most fae. A Blendec may warp and meld pitchblende by touch, capable of crafting deposits into wondrous curiosities.

Court:

Blendecs are most commonly found in the Summer and Autumn Courts, with fewer numbers in the Winter Court. They are a rare sight in the Spring Court, where they are often condemned to death on-sight.

Abilities

While bearing a skull, Blendecs have the innate ability to conjure, emit, and project waves of an invisible power, perceived by most as a faint wavering or distortion in the air. This power burns all organic matter on contact, and penetrates most material barriers effortlessly including walls, iron armor, and even most magical barriers - though the power itself rapidly loses potency with distance, being most dangerous at close-range. The overall power available to a blendec is largely dependent on their age, with older blendecs rumored to be capable of outright slaying nearby fae in an instant. The greatest danger of this ability to other fae is that Blendecs can draw additional power from masses of pitchblende in order to increase their potency, such that even a newly formed Blendec can constitute a dire threat if supplied with the mineral.

Limits:

In practice, few if any Blendecs possess sufficient power on their own to critically endanger other fae except by landing repeated, consecutive bombardments - though few are foolish enough to charge even a newly formed Blendec, as it is also known that repeated exposure over time can create deleterious effects even if the power itself is nearly harmless in the moment.

Weaknesses/Drawbacks:

The power of even aged Blendecs is rarely as immediately dangerous as a proper weapon such as a blade or bow. The true risk lies in being continuous harassed and harried by it, or else being continuously subjected to it over time. Furthermore, the burns caused on contact are easily treated such that they will heal swiftly - only damage to the inner body via exposure to an intense surge of power or else by a direct hit to a preexisting wound is difficult to heal. Finally and most obviously, a Blendec is wholly incapable of using its innate power if it bears no skull, a fact most opponents will capitalize on.

Social Standing

Blendecs are the archtypical minion, pure and simple. Their large numbers and simple, malicious intellects are both readily exploited in order to create on-the-spot militias. They have just enough restraint to indulge negotiation while being single-minded enough to be easily coaxed into one's bidding through the mere promise of being able to inflict anguish and suffering upon others. They are just cunning enough to use effective tactics and to act with relative intelligence, but lack sufficient initiative to turn on their masters without warning (they will, but the attempt it usually perceived several hours if not days in advance due to their lack of subtlety). They will reliably follow orders without question so long as they are convinced they can win and that their side will permit them the greatest opportunity to torment others.

These facts are all generalized to younger Blendecs. As they age, their intellect grows considerably, making them less tractable to the whims of others. Most older Blendec are considered far more trouble than they are worth, and some fae even take it upon themselves to slay any elder Blendecs they come across as a matter of course.

Blendecs are singularly malicious creatures whose existence is defined through causing torment. Left to their own devices, they will usually seek out the nearest sapient being and attempt to plague them with misfortune and malaise. Although fairly characterized as simple-minded and dim, Blendecs have a deep well of cunning even by the standards of the fae. It is not uncommon to hear of some random fae who was not quite cautious enough or else became overconfident, and was outwitted during parlay with a Blendec. While they are young, most Blendecs will content themselves with the torment of individuals. As they grow older, Blendecs will expand their interests - elder Blendecs will spread plagues, poison wells and lakes, burn down forests, mount raids, or else hunt famous (or infamous) individuals.

Blendecs will readily band together with one another to form large groups referred to as malaises, generally led by any individual bearing a skull, or else by the eldest member amongst their number. Malaises will generally congregate to one area in order to conduct their secret rituals, or else to establish mining operations for pitchblende. Such encampments are seen as cancerous masses, and all four courts regularly mount expeditions to purge them from their lands.

Due to the general danger of permitting Blendecs to operate independently, almost all of their number are treated as slaves. It is standard procedure to break the skulls of newly formed Blendecs, and to brand them via iron sigils that they may be readily identified by their allegiance. They are employed in manners best-suited to their temperaments - as vanguard soldiers, skirmishers, torturers, extremely bothersome guards, customs and market inspectors, auditors, and jesters. Within these roles they excel, as their cunning and focus on causing anguish in others hones them to become supremely focused upon their tasks, as well as attentive. It is nigh-impossible to hide anything from a Blendec inquisitor, as they will endlessly burrow through sheaths of paperwork and webs of obfuscation if only to cause minute inconvenience for an individual. Likewise, Blendec guards are always as invasively thorough as their master will permit them to be, examining each and every centimeter of a visitor's body as well as their possessions - while also remaining at high alert during the course of their regular duties, always on the lookout for a potential victim to harass or question. They are easily rendered more powerful by supplying them with Pitchblende, enabling any lord to create a a formidable garrison, and they are generally insufficiently discreet to mount a mutiny or stage betrayal without forewarning.

To suppress their inherent malicious natures and to make them more pliable, it is standard practice to condition Blendecs from formation via averse conditioning, hexes, contracts, and glamours to make them more obedient to their designated master. Most Blendecs regardless have limited lifespans of usefulness, and past several hundred years will become too unstable to be reliably controlled - resulting in most of their elders being regularly executed and purged by the four courts.

Culturally, the Blendecs have a tendency to use the remnants of the fallen in their decor. They are fond of erecting cairns, bone totems, and crafting any number of accessories and jewelry with which to adorn themselves (some of which retains a high value even amongst the fae). Although they do not eat, Blendecs enjoy cooking anything or anybody they can catch in large diluted-iron cauldrons, smearing the resulting charnel across their furnishings and dwellings, and use specific spices and herbs in order to create unique, horrifying scents. One can always smell a Blendec home long before it is seen. On occasion, high-society fae might serve courses of Blendec cooking in order to insult their guests (though some will assert that it can be quite satisfactory, as an acquired taste).

Elder Blendecs are few in number, as they are regularly purged within regular society and hunted in the wild, secluded areas of the Otherworld. A small number of them are kept as elite guardians or else as advisers (as they make for excellent if dangerous verbal sparring partners), as well as to form a foci of authority within their dominion around which they can exert control over younger Blendecs. A large town might have a single elder Blendec, carefully monitored, as the head of a watch.

As a whole, Blendecs are not permitted entry into the Spring Court under any circumstance, and are to be slain on sight. This stems from their intuitive hatred for Mimameith, felt so keenly that few means of binding their urge to damage and destroy it are known. There are several historical incidents of attempted attacks on Mimameith by malaises prior to their permanent exile from the Spring Court. Younger Blendecs are typically incapable of verbalizing their aversion to the tree's existence, with elder Blendec's usually delivering cryptic answers.

The tree Mimameith...it is abhorrent. Like painless iron. I hear it...as one hears a flickering light needing to be doused.

Sathanas, King of the Blendecs

Historical Impact

Everything herein is subject to change pending review and various lore and world building.

• During the fourth civil war shortly after the Seelie and Unseelie courts were further divided into the Four Seasons Courts, the then King of the Blendecs Amarok attempted to take advantage of the momentary chaos in order to conquer the Autumn Court. The attempt failed when the power of one of Caliburn's Shards was used in order to shatter Amarok's skull, which so thoroughly demoralized his hosts that many of them broke and fled on the spot.
• A Malaise of Blendecs led by the gluttonous Belphamin made an effort to seize the Dagda's Cauldron (details pending further development).
• Upon the creation of Mimameith, dozens of Malaises immediately descend upon the Spring Court and make a concerted effort to reach the tree. Disorganized and blinded beyond their normal cunning by their desire to ruin Mimameith, their efforts are easily thwarted. As constant Blendec attacks begin to plague the realm, their kind are exiled from the region for all time.
• A Malaise of Blendecs breaks through the boundary of the Autumn Court, vanishing into the Far Reaches. To this day, rumors speak of a Blendec Conclave in the desolate lands, built around and within a massive pitchblende mine.
• Sathanas, the current King of the Blendecs, forces entry through the boundary into the realm surrounding Yggdrasil.
• A Duke of the (pending court with worldbuilding), either by fluke or intentionally (it is commonly held), becomes bound to the service of a newly formed and nameless Blendec. His hold is transformed into a Blendec conclave, from which untold havoc in wrought before the Blendec forces finally succumb to a concerted siege.
• A Blendec triumvirate attempts to establish a freehold in the Autumn Court (more information upon further development).
• A small militia of enslaved Blendecs handily repel an overwhelming assault on their master's hold. While it was already common knowledge that Blendecs make for excellent guards, the enormity of their success in this instance inspires the creation of a military treatise on their effectively use, which has become a staple manuscript.
• The False-King Marduk is established as Ruler of the Blendecs by the (court pending further development).
• The Benign Compact is signed by (willing courts). The False King Marduk exerts total control over every Blendec that forms, being aware of their true names.
• The number of Elder and Ancient Blendecs amongst the various courts explode, as Blendecs are no longer considered threatening as long as the False King Marduk retains control over them. The interim period herein is referred to as the Era of Docility.
• The Era of Docility ends when Sathanas, current King of the Blendecs, emerges from the boundary surrounding Yggdrasil. Having formed prior to the Benign Compact, their true name is unknown to Marduk. The vexing distortions of time around the world tree have aged Sathanas considerably by this point, far further in degree relative to the thousands of years he spent around Yggdrasil's base. After wreaking considerable havoc in the surrounding area, he closes in on Marduk's stronghold. He enters and slays every entity therein, and subverts the Benign Compact to his own advantage so that he becomes aware of the true name of every Blendec formed from that point onward. He then retreats back through the boundary surrounding the world tree.
• A second False King, Ashinhil, is selected by the (willing courts), and a second Benign Compact Signed. However, the newly signed compact has no effect. Ashinhil struggles to control the Blendec populace in Otherworld at the behest of his masters, but manages to produce a viable if fragile stability.
• Sathanas emerges from the boundary surrounding Yggdrasil once more, and uses his knowledge of Ashinhil's true name to subvert the False King's holdings before slaying him. Sathanas then demands recognition of his authority from the four courts, promising to keep the Blendec populaces docile if the courts will recognize him as their True King (pending development).

@Terminal

I'll get to a more indepth examination ever everything in here a bit later (there is a really lot of information there) but first I've got a couple of questions. How exactly to Blendecs form? You mention that they are created by the Ley Lines but it is not particularly specific beyond that. Why do they hate the World Tree's offspring? Could you elaborate on the function of the Benign Compact, it seems to be a contract that lets someone have knowledge of the true names of newly formed Blendecs? How could someone take control of that from another? And just so you know Yggdrasil is one of the most powerful entities in the fae world. If Sathanas were to take shelter there he could do so only by the permission of Yggdrasil and would likely be the subject of a number of cruel jokes and experimentation by the tree who often gets bored. Also I should mention that the Four Treasures of the Tuatha De Dannan were lost when they were ousted from power so the Blendecs would never have had a chance to attempt to steal the Dagda's Cauldron.

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Terra Branford - Hyrule Castle Town

The flames seemed to have no effect on the zombie creature as it lunged at the girl and latched itself to her back. The strange noises it was making seemed to suggest that it was feeding which seemed to be further proved as the girl dropped her weapon her eyes starting to flutter as if she was getting close to passing out.

Knowing that her flames had no effect on the creature and that the girl was too close to it to risk another fire spell Terra did the only thing that came to mind. She screamed. "HEY!" She wasn't sure what she'd expected to happen from that one act but it was not this. The creature detached itself from its prey as it became aware of Terra. It fixed its gaze upon her and opened its mouth. From the depths of its being came a primal terror inducing screech. In that moment everything that Terra had ever feared came raging to the surface of her mind in an endless loop leaving her frozen in place, frozen with terror.

The creature started to stalk towards her growing ever closer, almost close enough to touch her. In that moment the power of its screech dissipated leaving Terra about to think. In a desperate bid to stop it from doing to her what it had to the other girl Terra fixed the creature straight in the eye and shouted one word "Break!" Transfixed by her gaze the creature froze in place. Terra concentrated all her will power on maintaining eye contact with the creature, on ceasing its movement. She started to back away slowly into an adjoining alley way. Without looking away for moment or breaking her concentration Terra shouted. "Get over here. It's not fast we can outrun it." As the girl began to move Terra slowly backed even further from the creature keeping eye contact as long as possible. When she felt any more distance would destroy the spell anyways Terra shouted "Run! and turned away from it to flee down the street. They came to a stop breathing hard almost three blocks away. Hopefully the creature had lost interest by that point.

_{@Kafka Komedy, do forgive me for moving your character. I wished to write in the next plot movement without having to wait for a response which I figured would look something like "Red grabbed her sword and followed Terra down the alley". If you wanted this scene to go a different way or I've done something wrong tell me and I'll rewrite it.}

Hildibrand Manderville - Hyrule Fields

Without a horse Hildibrand was forced to follow his compatriots on foot. As they exited the ranch he could hear in the distance the sound of a rooster crowing, signifying the coming day. Immediately his skeletal friends who'd been clamoring to get closer to him disappeared into the ground. It was a real shame he thought. They were always most helpful to him.

Hildibrand lacked the speed to content with Gaige and Scout's mounts so as he was reaching the dispute that had cropped up between his comrades and another group who'd seemingly mistook their pursuit of Terra to possess malicious intent Gaige had already settled the matter. It seemed these two new comers had decided to accompany them on their quest and so Hildibrand decided to hand over his Matiek Transceiver for this Guardian to scan before they all started moving towards the castle.

Before they could reach their destination however something terrible began to happen. The ground started to shake. So violent was the tremor that Hildirbrand only barely managed to remain on his feet. But it was not merely the earth that had begun to move. Over their heads the sky was in complete disarray. Bolts of lightning ripped through the heavens seeming to tear it apart. Some hit the ground with unmeasurable force leaving scorch marks in their wake. Storm clouds and sunny skies seemed to battle each other making the heavens appear a giant war zone. That was not the extent of the chaos. Hildibrand himself began to vibrate. As he looked down at his hands the shaking became so intense that he seemed to be able to see two of himself crossing back and forth before in a brilliant shine of light Hildibrand vanished with a shout of "MANDERVILLE!". His screamed trailed off at he disappeared before their eyes leaving nothing but his Magitek Transceiver behind.

In another few moments the tremors stopped and the sky settled but the land they now looked at was almost completely alien to the one that had existed before. Geographically they were near identical, the sky had more or less reestablished itself however looking around you could hardly call it Hyrule Field anymore. Where Death Mountain used to stand their was a partition in the air. Almost as a portal. What seemed to be stationary lightning separated the sky of this other place from that of Hyrule Field. It was not this one area either. All around Hyrule Field there were these strange rifts. Like gashes in the air. Each sported a different color of energy separating it from it's neighbor. You could no longer see the majestic view of Death Mountain or river leading to Zora's Domain. These were all replaced by the most unusual sights. Some of these portals did not touch the ground at all but existed superimposed over the sky. Only Hyrule Castle Town and it's borders remained solid though the great castle that had stood behind them was now gone, replaced by a black energy field.
@Scarifar@Zarkun@ProPro@Suku

Big Sisters - Gourd Lake

The Fifth Big Sister who's designation was Subject Zeta addressed Candy Cane's outburst as though it were normal, more than that as though it were amusing. "Perhaps you serve no purpose." She said as though thinking through possibilities. "Or perhaps you will find yours is a power not expressed by physical force." She seemed to shrug. "Or perhaps you will die before you achieve anything of worth."

The other five Big Sisters as Henry's fireball approached them lifted their hands. A blast of ice issued from them that negated the flames entirely. It was in that moment that the ground started to shake. Just as it had happened in Hyrule the sky was ripped apart, space seeming to shatter as the sky was perforated with images of other places. The first Big Sister who was known as Subject Delta began to laugh. "It has begun!" she shouted over the roar of the wind.

In this moment Zeta turned back to Candy Cane. "Then again, maybe you will find power where you least expect it, by the hand of an enemy." Zeta pulled from her suit a vial and touched the enormous needle on her arm to it. A red liquid that seemed to glow poured from the needle into the vial. "This is called Adam, it is the source of our powers. It could do the same for you, all you need do is inject it." She set the vial along with a hypodermic needle full of a blue liquid down at Candy Cane's feet. "The choice is yours, use what you have or die without the power to protect yourself." She said with a sly grin that no one could see.

"ZETA!" Delta shouted over the uproar of many dimensions crashing into one another. "Leave your play thing and let us go. Our mission awaits us."

The wind and violence of the world that shook so violently many could not remain on their feet began to die down in that instant as the worlds settled into their final positions.

As they did Delta surveyed them with a smile behind her helmet. Then she turned to her sisters. Alpha, seek out out the Spear Pillar on grid three zero four of the temporal axis. I will locate the corresponding Pillar along the spacial axis." The Big Sister nodded and vanished appearing next to one of the spacial distortions in the world. She stepped through it and vanished. Then Delta turned to the other Big Sisters issuing orders to each of the three remaining ones in sequence. "Theta, take what we need from Black Mesa, be wary of the Combine. Gamma, bring me a subspace detonation device and the R.O.Bs that control its interface. Zeta, retrieve the containment unit of the Shadows that created the Dark Hour. You have your assignments. We will revive the Rapture Family, here. The surface world is ours by right." Then each of the Big Sisters vanished in a purple haze appearing next to different tears in the fabric of space. Each entered one and was lost to view.
@Lugubrious@Royzooka@Kafka Komedy@Scarifar

Fae Courtis: The Wylde Hunt (Reboot)

Is this still running?

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If everyone could refrain from posting for an hour or two I've got some plot stuffs about to go down.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Sapphire Rode - Infirmary

Sapphire knew that she was hurting him with her words, she could see the pain in his eyes. A deep pain that Sapphire knew had to have a story behind it. A lost friend, a lost family member, some great suffering that forced Oswald to push himself to the limit in an effort to forget and ensure that it never happened again. Sapphire felt terribly cruel for even touching on the subject. She knew if anyone where to get even close to her own concealed pain she would shut down completely, all emotions blocked except for a cold disdain. Unlike her though Oswald didn't have the option to simply get away from the one bringing his suffering to the forefront of his mind. He was too injured to leave which left him trapped between her words and his own memories.

Oswald was far worse off than Sapphire though their situations didn't at first appear much different. Sapphire had learned to harness her pain. To use it to fuel her actions, to master and control it in most situations, very rarely did she ever let it master her. Sometimes when it became too much to bear Sapphire like Oswald had to vent. The difference was she'd found a way to do so without harming herself, eventually anyways.

Her thoughts strayed back to the fiddle case shoved under her bed. The one she hadn't touched since her first day at Beacon except for music class. When she left here she would retrieve it. There was a lot of accumulated frustration from the last two weeks that the instrument would help her to deal with.

"You find another way." She said mutely. "Think of why you're here, who you're here for. Would they want to keep going down this path?" Every time Sapphire was close to where Oswald was now she thought of the look on little Demetra's face. Sadness and disappointment, but worst of all was resignation, as though Demetra had given up on her, like she knew nothing could be done for her elder sister.

"You might try finding a hobby outside of hunting." A small half smile formed on Sapphire's face. "Music always helped me."

Sapphire's scroll took this moment to beep again this time with a glaring alarm sound. At the same time though Oswald's also pinged. Which wasn't surprising, the alarm was Sapphire's tone for messages from the Beacon staff. It was likely a school update. Thinking that perhaps there was a weekend event coming up Sapphire checked her scroll.

Most of it seemed rather normal, buffet, team building challenges but at the end was something that Sapphire hadn't expected. Not this early in the school year anyways. A family visitation day. Sapphire's mind jumped immediately to a particular family member that she was not keen on seeing again but she quickly shut that down instead focusing on those that she hoped would visit.

It would be nice to see Demetra again. Though Sapphire worried how such a bustling area like Beacon might effect her. She was only ten and didn't yet have full control over her semblance. Too many people in close proximity might be more then she could handle. Then again if Demetra decided she was coming she would show up Monday regardless of what anyone said. If she she did come that meant that their grandparents on Sapphire's mother's side as Demetra's guardians would also be making an appearance. Sapphire had mixed feelings about that. They were nice people who clearly cared a lot for their daughter's children but Sapphire never had the sense that they ever really understood any of the Rode sisters. Though how could they, they were in the dark about a large portion of Demetra, Sapphire and Cecily's lives. Cecily. Sapphire had conflicting emotions about her older sister. Love, hate, regret, grief. It was always hard for the two to put the events of the past behind them. Sapphire's father Janus Rode remained in the shadows of her mind as she refused to think what would happen if he were to show up at Beacon.

All this went through her mind in a second but having no inclination to discuss it with Oswald Sapphire voiced a new topic of conversation. "Do you still have family in your home village Oswald?"
@Multi_Media_Man

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

@NarayanK



For when someone grabs the last carton of milk that Sangue needed and she has to chase after them to get it.

Seriously though most of the passive themes from the Ace Attorney series are probably just what you're looking for. I mean Ace Attorney is basically a visual interactive novel.

The Otherworld: Faerie Light (Fae Political Intrigue RP) [Fantasy/supernatural/character driven]

>Post-revolutionary
Did you mean post-Civil War?

@shylarah

Seelie or Unseelie.

The Otherworld: Faerie Light (Fae Political Intrigue RP) [Fantasy/supernatural/character driven]

Maxwell: ...you do realize that by killing the Tuatha you'd be killing the goose that lays the golden eggs, right? Just throwing that out there. Even if the rules didn't make it necessary to keep them alive.

@shylarah

Which emphasizes just how bad the racial prejudices are. When the fae see the mortal world and everything in it most of them think "That should be mine and it would be if not for the Tuatha." Being Tuatha is a very small step up from being black in post revolutionary America.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Does anyone here like really cruel fairies from old myths?