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To everyone waiting on replies. They most likely will be out tomorrow or Saterday. I need to get a part for my computer!
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Sorry if replies are a bit slow. Dealing with a headache.
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Hello! I'm LadyRunic! But you knew that...

I love most types of Role Play, but by far my favorites are those that are well thought out and worked with. Especially when you can find a group you can work well with. I love books- So many books. It's a running bet that I will become buried under a pile of said objects one day... I'm a tad busy, and when an Rp really catches my interest I'm inpatient for posts. It's like reading a good book and getting stuck on a cliff hanger.

You can generally expect posts regularly once a week if not more.

I've RP'd for the better part of fourteen years, so I can honestly say I have some experience and I've developed the understanding of what I expect of a partner in a one-on-one or a group. I'm also the sort who will speak up and point out something if it looks off or forms a problem to me. I spent most of a year once stuck in a Voice Chat Rp that was hell on Earth, so I'm straight forward when I need to say something. I expect this in return from my Rpers and DMs. I want to improve my writing and love constructive criticism.

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@Blizz Which works well and I dont mind the name but people will get confused as Seers do different things. As for the West bit... Again, I ask what West? She can travel the North as much as she likes, but North West would be along the coast or in the Sea as that is what is west of the Northerners as they are a culture that goes viking. So they are richer than their kin who stay inland and they would be far more leery of a girl speaking in tongues with the dead.
@Blizz I like the general idea, but I have a few problems. First off, I don't mind pictures, but I would like the appearance to be written out and any pictures to be appropriate to the time period. And I can promise you a forty year old woman who is essentially a very old woman and could have a grandchild on the way would not look like that. And you need to fill out the Kin. That's where your character comes from, where they were raised.

As for the magic bit, remember magic is rare and the one you've chosen is going to be frowned upon in general. It's not wise after all to mess with the dead, so be aware of that. Also, I wouldn't call it Seerism. Seers see into the future or the hearts of men. Which you need to add as she does have some foresight- the wolf incident from her childhood. What magic you are using are more along the lines of necromancy to speak to the dead, druidism of sorts for spirits and animals. For her age, her magic absolutely be this developed.

Be aware in this timeframe, paper/parchment is expensive and generally writing is kept to the nobles and those with money to spend in the South. So maps would be made on hides, wood, stone and memory.

Now for your biography. It's good but the people to the West? Do you mean a Northern Tribe in the western part of their territory near the sea? There are the Easterns but I'm not allowing people to play as them at the current point in time. And if she was born in the North, there would be snow. The Northerns live tucked up against a large mountain range, and you would not be wrong to compare them to the Norse folk. Also, where are her parents in all of this? Where are her siblings? The biggest problem I have is the fact the magic that would put a girl who was well into her teen years and could be getting ready to consider a potential husband in another few years to admitting she heard voices and that the tribe would completely believe her without some serious doubts? Let alone considering she might be the cause of the wolf attack! Crows/ravens are seen as thieves of crops and warnings of death. There is a certain respect for them for they are sly and clever creatures, but they are connected to death for a lot of people. I could see some tribes embracing the birds, but I would need some good reasoning.

It's not a bad idea, and I'm rather interested in the character! I would just like to see it more embracing the time period and I'm always around for questions if you would like to ask anything.

@Cyrania A reminder since I've looked over your character sheet again, but please put Northern as your Kin rather than unknown since your character was raised there. The mix of Southern/Northern is rather common on the complicated border between Tribal North and Kingdom South, so I like that. But for all the important things pertaining to kin, she is Northern as she was raised in Norn.

I will be putting the finishing touches on the first post and have it up tomorrow. I will also post a warning that while I'm more than willing to answer questions in whatever detail you need, actual posts from me are rare on the weekend due to my work. My apologies for that.
@Omni5876 I figured I'd leave that to you incase you want to note anything in your CS as the Rp progresses.
@Cyrania @Omni5876 Forgot to tag you two into the prior post. But the link is there for you.
@CosmicVixen Lovely to hear and if you have any questions, just ask away!
I put the actual casual Rp up, and I'll be posting something to it tomorrow. I have the base down, I just need to clean up the details. The link is right there for people who want it.


The sun is just beginning to rise upon the start of human kind- among others- in this world of harsh reality. A small village, nestled within a mountainous valley is stirring. A large platform and a fire pit in the middle of the jumbled together structures. The houses and homes looking raw and built with the mind of winter snows. Small herds of tamed animals hover about still wandering off into the forest to live rather than staying put. Smaller fields look sorry with the little yield they give. But, there is a certain security and prosperity about the village. Leather and furs tan, hunting weapons, and a fisher's tools can be seen in stages of making.

Elsewhere, waking in the dawn, a raven takes wing. The southern seas and oceans are warm and bountiful giving way to small tribes that had dared to claim land and form cities. To self-proclaimed councils and kings clashing against one another. Farms give excess, craftsmen are becoming more prevalent, iron is being forged. Life is easy among plains and forests yielding bounties of their own. and the rivers streaming from far away mountains. But ever as the raven flies the ocean turns to the north. It's waters becoming frigid and cold. There are few such bounties in this land. The North is a place of different hardships. Farming is only beginning to be viable as basins in the mountainsides are carved out. Most tribes still relying on hunting, gathering, and perhaps the ever-so cautious raid upon their southern neighbors. The mountains that keep some secluded against their eastern sea and the great forests within its fingers, grasping the small tribes to its shadow. Turning west, the mountains reach higher. Up there- this bird cannot go. For behind the great spires. A new plain lies- a glacier. The impassable plains of ice.

There is more danger than the North men know. To the east are another group of people. The desert folk are said to be ancient southern folk who were banished into the great plains, high cliffs, and deserts of the east. They come raiding, taking what they wish. The great glacier that carves the mountains protects the North from these folk. None would cross a blinding light, missing food, water, and fire.

This is the world of Dissansel. New in its time, it's not a world of simple labors. For among all it's people walk those with special abilities. Bards, as they are known in the south. Skalds or shamans in the north. They are regarded either as a blessing or a threat. But always with suspicion. They may control the very elements of nature but at a price.

Landing the raven, watches the village. Curious to see if life will unfurl her wings and fly with him. Or if it shall fall into the jaws of destruction once more.

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Starting in the village called Norn and the surrounding valley, then I'll start tossing a spiel of problems at you. You can choose to travel or remain in place or whatever! Let's see what happens
@CyraniaThat will work well, and I do love the character idea. I just iron out the kinks well so that we're on the same page. Was in an Rp where someone didn't do that and eesh, was it a nightmare!
@Omni5876 Yes, after all it would be a bit ridiculous if you were carrying around an entire bear carcass for the entire day. Keeping the inventory updated will help keep my own mind straight on what people have.





Arc I - Terreille in Trouble




Location: Winton


Faeril sat on the edge of the bed and stared at the needlework she had settled back to do while their uninvited guest was below. It would hardly do for the Queen who presided over Winton to realize there was a Black Widow in her midst. The trouble that would cause could claim the life of the hope that the Eyrien woman had for their realm. As the thin needle slipped in and out of the cloth, Faeril's thoughts returned to her, dissatisfied with Fatima's reaction to her words. 'Liar.' She scolded herself absently as she crossed her ankles demurely. 'You just want to know what she meant by 'one of mine'. To find that one of this Lady Alice's men to belong in heart and soul to Fatima!' Shaking her dark head, Faeril hesitated slightly as a nagging suspicion came to her. Could it be a trap? A lure cast by another Black Widow? Faeril would like to think not, but there was reason for caution. Biting her lip and wondering if she dared risk it, she sent a tendril of thought along the Red to Jandar. A slim caress along his barriers to be accepted before she spoke mind
to mind with the Warlord. 'Do keep an eye upon him. He may belong to her, but unless I can take a look myself, he could be spelled by a Black Widow. Be careful.' The Black Widow's mind voice was soft, a spider's whisper as she withdrew unless someone reached out to her.

Denvar and Gennar blinked in slight shock as Fatima became a simpering woman. Privately Denvar was very glad Faeril was up in the rooms where she could not see this farce being played out. Necessary or not, he doubted she would have been able to keep a straight face. Sharing a raised brow with his older brother the Warlord Prince shrugged slightly. The voice of the Warlord Prince was surprising and both brother wondered as to what caused it, but that would not be the last surprise for them. The man had dropped his glass, which Denvar had grabbed by the Craft and placed upon the counter, as Faeril basically moved to abscond with the lad. Denvar would have intervened but for a subtle shake of Gen's head. The Green Jeweled Eyrien considering Sybl with narrowed eyes. "The Lady would require an escort of her own." He rumbled to Fatima in a polite reminder. "Perhaps finding a dress and the beach after would allow time for the makers to suit it better to the Lady's liking?" The words were far more elegant than any average Eyrien, then again Gen had lived with Faeril for centuries. He had picked up a few things.
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