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Some updates to the lore for everyone to poke through:

Maru has two defined nations now: Ilyistav, home of the lovely Lake Marum, and Avalia, a creation of @Skepic. If anyone wants to make a nation for Maru they are welcome to, but I am trying to be pretty strict with what I let in there.

I've also included a section of the OOC Codex for important NPCs that have been encountered throughout the journey. Currently, only the captain of the Garrloch is in there, but it probably will fill up.

I'm also working on a character for myself, and after that...we might just have enough people to get this whole thing going. I'm pretty excited actually.

NOTE: I've decided that we are going to use the normal week, and the normal Gregorian Calendar. Although both of these things are very much a construct of our real world, I feel like there's enough new stuff to figure out, without trying to also figure out new days of the week or new months. For that matter, we're also going to assume that the year of this world is the same length as the year on Earth.

Spiritum

Alright. I'll get a post in today. It'll be via my phone, so I'm liable to think it's longer than it really is, but I'll get it in. Also, I'm pretty happy now, knowing that Daryll is less drunk than anyone else except Setzer and perhaps, with her absurdly powerful liver (???), Zimmy.

Unless anyone has objections, I'll move everyone into the truck and start driving.

@Draken

it still might be a magic liver

Spiritum

Zimmy had spent the last minutes since her ungainly collapse pulling herself back together. Her liver was easily superhuman with the way it chewed through alcohol: actually, it may very well have been superhuman, since her father had told her a story many times of a mission he was involved in, where the end result had been a strange wizard-type man granting each of them one moderately sized wish. Zimmy's father had promptly asked for an immortal liver. Priorities, she supposed.

So when Setzer challenged her ability to seriously kick his ass in a fight, Zimmy was ready to go. "It's not teleporting, you muscle-lunk. It's gravitational manipulation. Teleporting is boring and over in a second and if you even cared you would know..." No one was listening, of course. She was still leaning against a tree while the world slowly phased back into focus. By the time she was able to look up and sneer at the man with ridiculously poofy hair, the moment had passed, and Setzer had gotten his one sassy remark of the entire year in.

And before she could even retaliate, a deafening sound shook them all. Gunfire. Not just gunfire, airship cannonfire. These weren't the kind of things they were supposed to be hearing on The Greatest Party Trip Of All Time^TM. She looked up with the rest of them, tracing the low-flying comet as it screamed overhead. Not good.

Before the fire had even disappeared overhead, Zimmy was reaching out to the Mist around her, grasping it, tugging it, crushing it to meet her needs. It formed a sparkling path beneath her, and she kicked off from her place at the tree, skimming across the surface of the clearing toward the tallest tree she could find. Behind her, the flaking specks of light exploded, sending her hurtling forward toward the tree at breakneck speeds. She'd only tried this trick a few times before, and it was a little bit stupid. In the heat of the moment, though, she couldn't think of anything else.

The glowing path in her mind curved upward as it approached the tree trunk, and she felt her insides press down against the circle of G-force as her feet skated from the ground to the tree, surfing up the bark. Her feet nearly slipped out from under her, but sheer force of will--and the diminished amount of alcohol in her blood--kept her steady. She broke away from the branches with a series of sharp cracks, and soared above into the sky, passing Setzer while he perched there watching the collision.

In the few seconds she had, she tracked the fireball as it had gone. Above the trees as she was, she could see a few things that weren't really clear to anyone else below. The ship's Mist reactor was toast. It had scorched a circle of black char in the middle of the wreckage, and smaller fires surrounded the clearing. It was tough to see much of anything from the view she had--it was practically a bird's-eye look at the wreck.

There was something very interesting, however: a much smaller piece of wreckage past the main conflagration. It wasn't on fire, and it looked almost like there was a parachute attached to the thing.

Then Zimmy was falling straight toward the ground. Not that she was worried. The Mist congealed beneath her into a pile of sparkling jello, and she landed softly in the puddle of sparks before touching down again gently. She landed just in time to hear Gideon barking orders. Pretty much his point in life, being royalty and all. Normally she'd give him endless shit about it, but it wasn't the time.

"About that, Gid," she began, tucking as much of her wild hair back into place as she could. "It looks like there's a pod out there. Something really small past the main wreck. I'd bet all the drinks here that someone made it to that escape vehicle before it all went up. The mist reactor on that thing is fucking wrecked, though. Not sure how many people could survive that."

Her hair was not going to go back where it belonged, she decided. "The trip there looks pretty straightforward. You probably know all this shit anyway, I guess, but I'll say what I saw anyway. Looks like there's a pretty straight route through the trees to where the crash happened, but there's a decent-sized river between us and them. And no, no cell reception." She glanced back at her phone to double check, but there was nothing.

Beyond the Storms

Looking forward to it, mate

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Been preoccupied but I might just join.

@POOHEAD189

Hope to see ya involved

@Mercenary LordGood. Currently working on a CS. Ideally should be done within a day or two (because for some reason I gotta work or whatever).

@Atrophy

What is work, that filthy word

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how are things going, chaps

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Thanks for the support yo: its really just more of a personal preference thing

The Elder Scrolls: Fruits of Contention - Chapter 1 (Completed)

Elder Scrolls is not really my thing, unfortunately. Thank you for the invitation

Beyond the Storms

That's pretty damn cool. Got any links to any samples?

@Skepic

Uh...not really. I'm working on something right now I might share if I like how it turns out, but don't hold me to it lol

Beyond the Storms

you guys are all the greatest

depending on how much inspiration I have, I might even end up making some music for this, since I dabble in composition too

just fun stuff