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2 yrs ago
Current It has been 2 years since I focused on my finals, I have now returned.
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4 yrs ago
Busy with college finals. :b
4 yrs ago
What am I doing to my life.
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5 yrs ago
Shameless advertising of a roleplay: roleplayerguild.com/topics/…
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5 yrs ago
Just to change up my status. I'm doing better than I did a year ago. Hopefully everyone else is doing okay.
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I'm a space cat.

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@Noxxis Does that mean I get to put him in the Characters Tab? Also... Yeah, he'd most likely annoy the living ice cubes out of her, he loves running his mouth add that on to his stubborn personality and you get a recipe for annoyance. I thought we needed someone who was more easygoing plus goofy male character am I right?
The Seasons Change

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The sky turned dark for a moment and in the north eastern horizon shone a beautiful, bright, white pillar of light that shot up straight into the heavens. The khalai of all shapes and sizes walked out to observe, mesmerized by the light’s beauty. Many disregarded it as a mainland event, others thought it was an omen of end times, but the Matriarch of their society thought differently.

In the mountain capital region of the realm she sat in silence as her guards left her one by one to view the light. She sat on a low pedestal, legs crossed and smoking through a long pipe – fine rami from one of the more esteemed plantations. Behind her was a window facing towards the north east, no doubt shining leaving her nothing more than a silhouette for anyone entering the finely decorated, ornate halls of the mountain palace. She took her pipe from her mouth to glance behind her briefly

“Hmm...” Her thoughts began to flow and rise like wispy airs of smoke, only to slowly disappear as calmly as they arose. Her lips parted slightly and she began to smoke again. A few hours would pass and the light calmly faded away; the halls were then filled with guards and the hall echoed with sounds of foot steps coming from the steps that led up to it; the religious sect have come to report what they’ve found. Within moments the hall was filled with both guards men and robed practitioners of their faith clamoring for a chance to report what they saw, it wasn’t long until the arcane branch arrived to join in the imbroglio.

The matriarch – Dayala, finally had enough and stood begrudgingly from her comfortable spot; in an instant the room went silent as they recognized their places within the hierarchy of their society – the matriarch is now presiding the room. She scanned the hall in silence, jumping from face to face, looking at each individual and peering into the depths of their soul. “I see you’ve all ceased your obnoxious squawking...” She sat down, crossing her legs and sighed in disappointment – She took another piercing look at everyone in the room and exclaimed “Do I have to waste my voice to tell you all to get in order!?” The room burst into motion as everyone scrambled into position; the guards got in to their usual spots while the captain stood to the side, the men from the scholarly clergy all grouped up and organized themselves in ranks and the arcane branch did the same.

“Clergy, you may speak” she gestured with one hand and turned her head to face the head of the clergy. The tall, slender, robed man spoke with a hoarse, raspy voice, “Matriarch, we have come to report that the relic – no, the two spirits within the stone manifested themselves and told us that something has begun, something that might bring imbalance to our world.” as he spoke the arcane branch head nodded in agreement; it only took Dayala one look and the woman in the middle began to speak, “We of the arcane branch believe that it is one of the signs of end times – our days have become numbered my Matriarch.”

Dayala took a puff from her pipe and gave the captain permission to speak, but as he was about to open his mouth, Altaz the Fox entered the hall; he respectfully bowed first and asked, “With your permission my Matriarch I’ve come to deliver a much needed report.”

“And what does a disgrace like you have to add to the conversation?” The captain’s disrespectful tone caught Dayala’s attention, “Captain, if I were you I’d be more careful with what I say; disrespecting an officer that has constantly proven himself and his capabilities is not something you’d want to do in front of me.” Dayala’s stern words caught the captain off guard as he bowed for forgiveness, Dayala however turned to Altaz and said, “Speak.”

“Matriarch, my guards in the surrounding villages have reported saying that our people are worried. There’s a feeling in the air that’s new and unfamiliar, even my own elite guard are on edge...” Altaz was old, but his voice was deeper, and more whole than the clergy elder, “I wanted to bring this to your attention because undoubtedly many people from the different regions of the isles feel the same.” His voice and spirit were both filled with doubt and worry much like everyone else in the room.

Dayala pondered for a moment as she set down her pipe and stood up, she then strode across the hall’s marble floor pass the small gathering of concerned Khalai, she walked all the way to the mouth of the building; she gazed upon the villages below and then towards the horizon.

“Look out there and tell me what you all see...” Dayala’s calm, candid question gave off vibes that differed from the tense atmosphere; the people in the hall looked at each other in confusion, but one arcane practitioner – a witch doctor replied after a long period of silence, “I see people, Matriarch.” Dayala clapped and smiled, as she turned heels to face her audience, “Yes! Strong people – Khalai people. We’ve endured hardships and strife to achieve the peace we have now. I can sense change in the wind and it is not something we should fear, we are Khalai after all... Tell our people to be ready… Tell our people to be strong for the change in the wind may very well blow hardships and struggle towards our shores… Tell them that we will endure.”

The clergy could not refute her for she was correct, the Khalai are a strong people and have always endured hardships; the arcane branch could not refute her for they could sense it the strength though faint returning slowly within the people around her; Altaz and the guards visibly relaxed as the tense atmosphere began to unwind, “we needn’t worry ourselves, we will simply adapt to the change and if change seeks to wipe us from history we will not be rid off without a fight.”

“I shall take my leave and relay the message to the other regions my Matriarch” Altaz bowed his head respectfully and left with a smile on his face for yet again the Matriarch impressed him. The clergy and the Arcane branch trailed behind him bidding their respectful farewells. The realm held its breath for what is to come whether it be the end of their existence or the dawn of a new era.

@wildman13 My CS is complete and is present for your assessment. Note, remember what we discussed about characters in Discord.

Feel free to question me or ask me to change specific parts of the CS, I would be glad to do so.

@Jangel13 You asked me to tell you when the CS is down, well here it is.

@noxxis If there's one spot for a hero, I'm game for it I can make up my app fairly quickly.
Is there space for one more?
A Familiar Stench

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An ominous smoke rises from the south east foothills within dwarven territory, a smell rank with death and decay fills the air and with it the sound of steel rubbing against steel and a strong stomping march. The dwarves of the southern keep have sent a company to investigate the foul source, they were not prepared for the horror they would find.

Their march ceased suddenly with a fist clasped in dwarven metal raised as high as a dwarf could raise. “By Fhorn…” He gasped, “This is a disaster!” A dwarven brass beard gazed upon a farming village in flames, the villagers found dead not too far from the smoldering heap, their necks hung from trees and others with heads on pikes, others still disemboweled and left as food for the crows and vultures. The brass beard turned towards his men and practically barked his orders,

“SEARCH FOR WHOEVER IS RESPONSIBLE! I WANT THEIR HEADS ON A PIKE WHEN YOU COME BACK!” his company of fifty men strong now scoured the area to find the enemy.

Hours go by, but their search turns up nothing but dead bodies, “We’ve found a few bodies.” one dwarf said as they heaved the body forward to present to their captain, “Bloody Goblins… Probably a small warband; you lads and I both know that small is an understatement.”

The war of tunnels ended many years ago, goblin raids from surviving goblin encampments are a grim reminder that though they have earned their mountain home, the goblin raiders that survived around them are still a threat. Goblins are not particularly strong creatures nor are they large in size and in small numbers they are not very menacing; this is a big reason as to why people regard them as being less than a threat to their society. The dwarves know better than anyone what threat the goblins pose. Before Dunfender dwarves settled onto the dragonspine mountain ranges the dragonspine was avoided, the sheer number of goblin raids made it impossible to settle onto the foothills. The dwarves thought differently, they settled into the mountain and fought for every inch.

The war of tunnels ended after three hundred years and Goblins were driven off the mountains, nearly a hundred years later the dwarves continue to grow and expand, and the Goblins continue to drift farther and farther away from their capital, this doesn’t mean however that they aren’t a threat to be wary of.

“I need five dwarves here now! We need to get reinforcements to the south east.” Upon his order, five dwarves meet with the brass beard. “I need the five of you to bring word back to the south eastern keep, we need more dwarves to clear this area on the double lads!”

The dwarves in front of him simply nod and start their trek up the mountain to inform the south eastern keep. Goblins were nothing to jest about to the dwarves, they’ve suffered more than anyone at the hands of the goblin hordes. They must snuff out the remainder of the goblins in the area lest they grow in number and become an innumerable host.
@crispy octopus

First, please forgive any and all typos and errors in this response as I used a phone to type this out. Secondly, I think it’s briliant, though I would like to ask what your nation thinks of northerners (aka Dunfender) or are they also considered westerner? Asking because I want to know if we have established trade, it’s likely that our people have come in contact before.
@Crispy Octopus

I'm not quite sure yet what to think, my nation doesn't join conflicts without reason, they don't massacre people who may be trade opportunity, and they only really hate Orcs and Goblins seeing them as simple animals rather than sapient creatures. The dwarves that I control are mostly merchants and traders for the most part, but they don't shy away from combat as seen in their three hundred year war with goblins in the mountains that ended when the goblins were driven away.

You're even in an area I outlined as to where those goblins settled afterwards, although it's still an idea and @Dinh AaronMk hasn't gotten back to me yet stating whether that was okay or not, but just in case you missed it I'll post it here again.



Pink is where the goblins are, or at least suppose to be.
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