Melo

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Trying to talk down an obsessive banished god that is now a tree person.

What could possibly go wrong :D

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Location: In the forest? || In dire need of help || Mood: Distressed (Only somewhat, I swear)

Mentions: Nobody

A chill ran down Narcissa’s spine as she heard the humming. She didn’t know why, but for some reason this humming sounded vaguely familiar to her. The figures that surrounded her made her slow her step in wariness. Or was she? No, this wasn’t her doing. Her steps slowed down, then turned into the other direction. Or had she been walking in this direction for a while now and simply not realised it? What was happening to her? She couldn’t move her head, but this path seemed so different from the one she had been walking on. Was this truly the same path?

Narcissa didn’t have great understanding of it, but the presence of magic would’ve been obvious to anyone.

The flowers and vines moved for her, as if they were welcoming her as servants into her own royal abode. Her heart was racing as she felt she was getting closer to whatever the source of this all was. She had heard many tales of the magical creatures, but none that could manipulate the bodies of mortals this easily. Not to mention, how did one dare to come this close to the gathering? She wanted to scream, but it didn’t allow her. Her mouth allowed her to speak if she wanted to, but nothing more.

"Ylonia, you wear this mortal shell but your beauty cannot be contained within." A deep voice resounded as she neared the clearing. Ylonia? The name was vaguely familiar to Narcissa; The goddess that tricked her creator and husband, the elder god Katychus, into fighting a much more powerful god to his death. But why would that name be uttered now? Maybe this creature mistook her for a goddess in its madness? That would be something.

As she entered the clearing, she stopped –was stopped- a mere few steps awau from a creature she had never seen before. It was significantly taller than she was. The wicked figure peered at her, she knew it was despite not seeing its eyes. "I loved you in the heavens, but you did not know of me. I was banished here by your jealous husband when I first laid eyes on you. But I know you, Ylonia, I would know you anywhere." The creature continued in what Narcissa must be delusional madness. Not even Narcissa was vain enough to match her beauty to a goddess, for that was a certain way to incur punishment.

The strange figures that had been surrounding her now started to decorate her with various flowers and clothed her in a cloak of feathers. Narcissa was still paralyzed in a mix of panic and fear. But she had to think of something. How could she escape from this creature that was holding her body hostage? Before she could think of anything, the creature continued. "You are to be my bride, Ylonia. I will bring you back to greatness.”

"When you drink this liquid we shall be married... and when you drink it all, you shall be more Magick then human once more... dearest Ylonia... return to me..." Narcissa hadn’t noticed the figure pouring the liquid before that. But whatever it was, she did not want to drink it. However, the creature’s words had given her an idea. She honestly wasn’t sure how convincingly she could bring her words, seeing how she was screaming inside, but she had to fight for her own life here in the way she knew best.

”My friend, cursed by Katychus.” Narcissa responded, trying to keep her composure. ”Please come to your senses! Do you not remember his fate? The fate of those who force marriage upon others? Surely you are not as foolish as him. You must be confused, wayward. You are more noble than he was, are you not? Or was Katychus right to cast you to the earth?” She had no idea if what she was saying would have any impact. But the best way to talk to a delusional person was to play along in his delusional world.

skills

• Silver tongue:Narcissa can lie, coerce or seduce herself into or out of any situation.
• Dancing Narcissa can dance with the most beautiful grace, only serving to augment her natural beauty.
• Perceptive: Narcissa always pays close attention to anyone’s emotional state. She is very capable of reading someone’s emotions and catching lies, to subsequently use in her own game.

• Gathering: Narcissa has been taught many things about cooking and ingredients. She has been taught how and where to obtain edible ingredients from nature for several climates.
• Blades: For self-defense, Narcissa has been taught how to handle bladed weapons masterfully.
• Agility: She is extremely agile and acrobatic, tying into her dancing proficiency.

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Save me, you fools

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Location: Outside the craenak encampments || Taking a breather, overhearing conspiracies || Mood: foreboding

Mentions: A fellow eavesdropper @Reddusk

Floran was happy to have finally left the cold Craenak mountains to once again touch upon warmer soil. The last few months had been a little bit too cold for his liking, albeit rather lucrative he had to admit. Craenak were capable. practical, but few in number. As such, capable hands were always welcomed in the cold north. Luckily for Floran, he managed to land a job in the escort of the Craenak's leaders to the clan gathering, a place he was headed to regardless.

A good mercenary was never going to get better work oppurtunities than at the gathering. Floran had quite a reputation with many clans. Not only was he in his line of work far longer the average joe, which quickly retired after losing a limb or two within a year or three, and he was known as one of the most reliable people around. Floran was an odd mercenary in the sense that he actually had a lick of honour.

The last time he had worked for the Craenak, their old chieftain was still in charge. Boy, how times had changed. Something about this new chief was... unsettling. He was far more secretive than the former chieftain had been. And unlike their formerly practical ways, the path they were talking to the meeting was incredibly... lonely. Was he straying from the lands of other clans on purpose? And why had the chieftain hired such a great amount of mercenaries to accompany him? For now it was not on Floran's mind, but something told him there was trouble on the horizon. A strange thing, seeing how the bonds between clans were only getting tighter. The great alliance between wolfrahg and Karill that was to become reality in but a few days was perhaps one of the greatest telltale marks of this.

But Floran simply couldn't shake the feeling that something was incredibly off.

After setting up camp for the night, Floran left the company of the other mercenaries to head into the area surrounding the tents. He knew this area, and it had some amazing sights to see if you knew where to look. Floran himself enjoyed a clearing close to a stream where he could quickly refresh himself. The clearing itself provided solace to the mercenary, a well-deserved peace of mind which he gladly filled with some training. Floran personally believed the best progress was made when one was in the perfect state of mind.
Floran undid his blade of the leather scabbard that envelloped it. He closed his eyes for a few seconds, feeling the weight in his hands before he started moving. His footwork was precise, quick and efficient. His arms swung his blade with force and velocity. There was no grace to Floran's movements, just stone hard efficiency. Floran knew better than to let aesthetics get in the way of his survival, unlike many of the fools calling themselves warriors these days. He had met too many who would rather be a performer than a warrior, and had gotten their heads bitten off because of it. Not many had ever heeded the man's warnings, but he would heed them himself.

After having built up a good sweat, Floran judged his own performance with satisfaction. I need for a bit of cleansing, he started heading towards the water close by. It was then that he was stopped by a sudden shout that pierced the silence. "Damn the beast-faced Abaneki!" It obviously wasn't directed at him, however. Thus, Floran decided to slowly approach and keep a low profile, just to make sure his presence wasn't unwelcome. He could see a multitude of figures in the distance, maybe seven or so, walking past his position by about fifty or so meters. Their faces were turned away from him, but their voices were audible.

"We strike the second day of the gathering?" One of them asked, sounding somewhat intoxicated. "I thought it was the third, that comes after four, right?" One of his allies smacked him on the back of the head, telling him to keep his voice down a little. "Yes, the second day, numbskull. We get in, kill the chief and his heirs the moment we can get them alone, and bolt. No looting, no playing around. Just a quick in-and-out. I'm not saving your sorry arse from the guards this time..." At this point the voices faded into the distance.

Apparently Floran had been right about trouble brewing, though this wasn't what he had in mind.
As he emerged, he could see another figure from the distance, appearing from behind a rather large boulder. Perhaps he hadn't been the only one to overhear. He smiled a little as he closed the distance and hailed the person he recognized as the Craenak champion. The two hadn't talked before, but after a few months the man was bound to at least recognize Floran's face. "You, your name was Vadik, correct?" He said, not leaving much room for an answer "How interested are you in saving a chieftain?"

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Sorry everyone for the messed up CS, I wrote it at 4am and so I apologize. There was a few things I was unsure of so I did my best with it and figured I would receive feedback so please do not assume that I figured it was perfect. @inertia@melo

@mae I am still slightly confused by the very last thing, with relationships. So will I need to basically talk in the chat with people to determine who my character is connected with?

@dabombjk

I never assumed as much. But I hope you didn't take my feedback as a personal attack ^^ But yeah, as I stated, the accepted CSes will gave you a good indication of how every component should look like. And just keep the era in mind.

As for relationships. These will be rolled randomly for you once your character is finished. These will be the relationships that already exist when we start writing. You are, of course, free to build up any kind of relationship with anyone IC.
(read the RRA hider in the first post for more info)

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@Filthy Mudblood you're right on most things, but there are existing gods in the roleplay (morrigan and Aether) though oc gods are definitely preferred.

@dabombjk I suggest you take another look at people's cses on how they did their abilities. We basically have 9 powers divided under 3 cathegories.

Other than that. Reading/writing are still new in this era, and warrant a slot of their own. You cant just say you read martial arts books.

Furthermore, books dont exist i'd say. We'd probably have scrolls and such. And most martial arts would still be upcoming and not written down yet. Tribes having a script isn't common yet

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@RedDusk@Melo EXCEPT FOR...



But not at all because everyone he cares about is either married or in love with Rimguage. *Raydon's eye twitches*

@Mae

Only one person who can change that :D

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@Mae Raydon the edgelord.

@RedDusk

He had some positive emotion tho :3

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@MaeIs there a difference between Hunting and Archery then? Both involve using a bow to kill

@Shadow Daedalus

Hunting can be done with many weapons, though a bow is most conventional definitely. Still, I'd assume hunting would be how to best kill an animal. Knowing where its vitals are, knowing the most likely reaction of an animal to a sound. Stuff like that.

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@MeloIf you don't mind where I put it, that's fine

@AsheVelendar oh of course! I was thinking they'd be native in the world as well, those ones would be GM NPCs who might recognise Alexis ;D And sure, I'm sure many of them will have gone feral :3

@Mae

Feel free to place cool stuff related to miselian wherever :P