Muttonhawk

Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay Mk.II

@Kho Oh, okay...

Ditched before canon ditched. That's rough.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Sabine giggled, returning Meesei's grin. "It is not just that, it is also the pupils and..." she raised her wrists and spread her arms slightly. She shook her head rather than finish her statement. "Never mind. I still love you, Meesei." Sabine came in for a quick and apologetic hug.

When Sabine pulled away, she tilted her head and regarded Meesei with a smile. Her mood had completely turned for the better, even if she still had a residual trace of sadness around her eyes. "Relate to. Do you mean someone you can understand better? Another champion?"

Calia closed her eyes and spread her smile wider. "I can see that I will not be able to stop you providing the ingredients, even if I tried." Her eyes opened and she looked ahead in thought. "I believe the name was...rat nettle, a plant native to High Rock's northernmost reaches. You are under no obligation to source it, but your kind offer I shall accept."

Ahnasha's question about Calia's home caused her to bow her head slightly, before raising it with less of a smile. "Fendros has likely told you about how we came to be in Cheydinhal. We started in Morrowind, that place was where I grew up. And Rossarm as well. We then moved to Skyrim as our lives were displaced from our home, and then came to Cheydinhal after Nordic superstitions displaced us again. In full honesty, I still miss Morrowind. Cheydinhal, I find to be a sufficient home these days."

Calia rolled her hand upwards on her lap as she spoke. "There are other Dunmer families locally that I mingle with often. It is peaceful here, largely. Vintage was never an interest of mine until Rossarm introduced me to it. Even if some Imperials can be entirely disrespectful, most in this area are rather welcoming and quaint." Calia let out an amused sigh. "I believe I should be more concise. Simplicity, that is what I enjoy, after everything we have been through to get here. The peace and simplicity is what I appreciate the most."

Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay Mk.II

@Kangutso

Right, I'm pretty sure there was a recap OOC about a week ago when explaining things to some newbies. Some of this might be a bit redundant, but I'll just throw the posts here. One sec...

** LOUD RUMMAGING **

<Snipped quote by Bright_Ops>

In a word, wounded.

We've been in a sort-of early bronze age for a time. Most major civilisations are along ot near the ironheart mountains:

Alefpria (OP diety-invested city state with Lifprasilians, multispecies). Attacked by a few realta that were pushed back.

The major Rovaick tribes (the biggest of which are lead by Sularn who is spreading the word of Toun. They also have Teknall's daughter Conata, who's helping them get more metal than they are capable of getting normally because that's her thing). These folks were hit hard by realta and are beginning to consolidate.

Xerxes (A city-state that sprung up and down a bunch very quickly. Is currently occupied by multiple demigods and a hero and will likely host a battle soon. In the meantime, the population is being manipulated into destructive hedonism by their leader, Amartia).

Valley of Peace (Niciel's angel utopia. You are compelled not to be violent there. Only angels live there, except for maybe a few hain, circumstances unknown). I'm not sure if realta have attacked here.

Across the shimmering sea to the Mahd river is:

Vetros (A not-egyptabylossyiakkad brought up by our favourite god of change before he got imprisoned and released as a Zen master or something. Doing pretty well due to minimal meddling. Currently houses a mortal version of Belruarc for various reasons). These guys have been relatively safe from realta.

Horse people (there's a steppe. Go figure).

Moving on further is the land-bridge between the white ocean and the Jvanic ocean, Mesathelassa. Varying degrees of realta attacks have hit them:

Most of that area, starting from the north and taking up the majority of the land are established hain tribes.

Moving further south sees hain and humans mingling in growing small civilisations with varying degrees of tension.

Most of the south is purely made up of humans after that.

On the north-eastern corner of the white ocean, just above Mesathelassa, is a region called Yorum. That has a bunch of small hain city states that have been thrown into disarray by realta attacks. They are new in the lore as I only just introduced them in my latest post.

Global matters are easy to summarise:

Wandering everywhere are the occasional creature twisted by the voice of Jvan (it's technically a kind of virus that only activates under certain conditions, but never you mind). These strange creatures are called Sculptors. Sculptors wander around making eldritch artworks and being whimsical and stuff. They are not widely trusted and often ostracised by hain and nonintellingent life because of Vowzra gave them natural aversion to Jvanic stuff. However, they are masters of language, making them great interpreters. See their sheet for more details.

Most uncharted portions of Galbar are more likely to be inhabited by hain than by humans due to being spread out more and having a head start.

Also wandering around the place, with a close relationship to hain tribes, are urtelem. These walking boulders have grown a bit of a culture since their original creation sheet. Jvan gave them this crazy sign language and now they are kinda nomadic, but they still take care of hain tribes.

The big current affair is Logos' invasion of Galbar. He's swapped in, bashed up Jvan, and set his plasma atronach servant things called realta to burn everything Jvanic, no matter the collateral. Teknall and his robot avatar have begun to push them away and Lifprasil wants to try diplomacy. Many have died already, more has been scorched to ruins. It's a developing situation.

Coming along with this invasion have been outbreaks of a transmuting crystal called acalya. These have been dotted around Galbar and are spreading to various degrees. It's basically a slow, sparkly, crystalline grey goo that's transforming everything into itself. A few people are trying to push it back, but some outbreaks are getting less attention than they really should.

This has been Muttonhawk, reporting for Divinus News Network.

@Muttonhawk

You forgot the citadel in the world mountain! Dwarven lives matter!

@WrongEndoftheRainbow

^ These folks are on the south pole. Minus, Lazarus, and a new demigod of puzzles with a name that escapes me are hanging out.

To add to what Muttonhawk wrote, Galbar also has some unusual features to note:

• Zephyrion created spirits called elementals (or djinn) that control nature. Everything from earthquakes to hurricanes and the wind. They constantly battle one another and the more powerful ones are intelligent, can be communicated with, and are sometimes worshiped.
• Galbar has numerous moons, created by Vulamera. Tides are mostly normal.
• Its seasons are considerably more extreme than that of Earth, both in terms of length (a la Game of Thrones) and in terms of effect.
• The North Pole is basically its own separate dimension and has a pretty peculiar timezone The place is called Chronos.
• Speaking of various dimensions, there's this void called the Gap that exists as something like a parallel dimension to Galbar's. Sometimes it can connect and very strange things happen. It's mostly Jvan (and Vowzra too, before his death) that mess with such things.

@Cyclone

After this, reading the latest page of IC should get you sorta caught-up. I'm sure there are many more details, but I can't remember the point at which you went on leave.

Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay Mk.II

Hey guys, its been a while.
...

Not gonna try to explain my way around this, so I'll just say it.

For the past month(or two?) I have essentially fallen off the face of the RPGuild world, literally because the guild was nowhere in my thoughts. I had completely forgotten about it, somehow, I guess, and only today remembered it.

And to the next point, has anything been done to Kyre in my absence/hiatus?

@Kangutso

Fortunately, he's not dead.

In fact, I think the only significant event is in the recent collab post by BBeast, Termite, and Kho, detailing the battle between Wind Striker and Gerrick's hain and the angel/hain chaos horde.

You still keen on playing?

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

All good.

Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay Mk.II

Have fun, @Antarctic Termite! Watch you don't step on broken glass, mate.

EDIT: Oh yeah, and congratulations on getting out of high school alive!

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Sabine hesitated and looked around the floor. She had not thought deeply about what her ideal partner would look like, but it didn't take long for her to warm up to the speculation. She held onto her elbow and began quietly. "It would be nice to do alchemy with someone like that. Someone to help me, and I could help them." The corner of Sabine's mouth twitched. "Hair I can run my fingers through. Soft hair. And gentle, quiet. Someone who holds me and makes me feel warm and happy."

The words above felt nice to describe, but Sabine realised that she was not being especially specific. Sabine squinted her eyes and smiled. She could have some shallow fun if she let herself. "I think humans are attractive, but elves are also nice. They look...foreign. I do not dislike Argonians, but they have strange eyes. And seeing Kaleeth and Janius kiss always looks awkward." Sabine glanced to Meesei with a look asking for forgiveness before she continued. "I have seen many Khajiit and there are many kind and attractive ones. But...their faces are too strange."

Sabine's humility reappeared at that moment as her cheeks went slightly red. "I think I prefer men. I have never felt that way towards a woman before, not like you have said." Sabine looked to Meesei again. "Is that normal?"

Whatever Meesei's answer was, Sabine's next question was in her mind before she finished. "What about you?" Sabine grinned. "What are you looking for?"

Ahnasha's response was logically reassuring, though it appeared that Calia had become so worked up that her shoulders refused to relax themselves.

"I have no doubt that this is already your mindset, Ahnasha," Calia responded. "But I shall remind you all the same. You stand between three great challenges; daedric dealings, mastering conjuration to extend your life, and motherhood. Your appreciation for such challenges is largely irrelevant. There will come a time where one or two of those challenges may have to be compromised for another. I trust that your priority will be to your son."

Calia began blinking rapidly and angled her head so she could brush aside a stray lock of hair on her tightly styled head. She took another quick breath before speaking in her previous courteous tone. "You will have to forgive my shortness, you have indeed shared many confronting details. I can see that you have been accounting for them as necessary, so perhaps we should try to move past such matters for now." Calia angled her chin up and wore a small smile. "Do you have any questions about myself or the rest of us Avaruls?"

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Meesei's words made Sabine quiet. She was mollified for now, it appeared, though her mood was not going to turn immediately. She sighed and held Meesei for a while longer before stepping back and wiping her eyes. "I am sorry that I cried. I do not want to be a burden on Fendros and Ahnasha's wedding."

A silent frown blanked Calia's face when Ahnasha mentioned necromancy. It did not shift until she was done speaking, where merely two blinks marked the extra information about Meesei.

Calia's lips parted as she took a considered breath. "Ahnasha." All pretence of manners were replaced with a deathly serious monotone. "I can understand your wish to live longer. As one who has lived more Khajiit lifetimes than you, heed my warning that only the most dedicated and expert mages have succeeded at extending their lives without necromancy. If, for whatever reason, you chose necromancy before the end, know that your race shall not spare the shame it will bring to our family as well as yours. There have been Dunmer clans that dabble in such things. We are not one of them."

Calia paused to breath in deeply through her nose, almost as if trying to calm herself down. Her tone continued. "As for Meesei's title, if it is true, that simply compounds a more serious issue that you have revealed to me overall. Proximity to darker or ill-understood magic, association with the mortal agent of bickering deities, secret networks, lycanthropy. Forgive me for being so direct, Ahnasha, but you had best explain to me what measures you are taking to keep your son safe from all of this."

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

While in Meesei's arms, Sabine never quite reached the point of sobbing, but Meesei could feel Sabine's tears seep onto her shoulder. "How is it possible?" Sabine squeaked. "I am bad at making friends quickly like Janius. I cannot fall in love in three days. But I do not want to leave the pack just to try and find a mate." Sabine held Meesei tighter and buried her eyes into Meesei's shoulder. "I will not find anyone."

Ahnasha's last statement did make Calia raise her brow by just a hair. "A storm atronach? I had no inkling that your talent flew so high for your age. I am impressed." Calia turned her head to where she last knew Meesei was, even though she had since moved on. "I shall have to speak with Meesei myself. There are very few things that Dunmer respect about Argonians, but their magic is well known as something not to be taken lightly. If what you say is true, there is more to both of you that meet the eye indeed."

Calia's eyes turned again to Ahnasha's general direction. "But I digress. I have just one more question for now, Ahnasha. I am aware that you have been spending much time in travel, so I understand if there is little to speak of, but you are from a family of well-to-do merchants from what you describe. Do you have any notable assets to your name? Fields, houses, or business for example?"

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Sabine waited for a few moments longer before speaking. She did not make eye contact with Meesei. Rather, she frowned in an attempt to keep her feelings hidden.

"Ahnasha and Fendros, they are very happy," Sabine finally said. "It is lucky that they are together. Kaleeth and Janius are also lucky." Sabine stopped to sniff. "When I was with Pieter, it felt nice. I do not...need that that feeling. It is just nice." Sabine's breathing began to shallow. She spoke slowly. "But if we keep travelling, I will not meet anyone that can come with us. Making friends is hard that way and...Pieter was..."

By this point, Sabine's face was tensed and her eyes beginning to blink rapidly. She couldn't continue without letting out any more tears.

Janius tried to sound encouraging, even if he knew the chances of finding Kaleeth's village to be just as slim as she did. "One day, Kaleeth." Janius readjusted Newt in his arms and looked at the child with a smile. "You'll get to see your grandparents one day, Newt. Mum and dad can get married then."

Knowing Newt, he was probably tired from all the unfamiliar sights and people and more than likely was cranky. Janius couldn't quite tell if he was asleep or not.

"I thought your maiden name sounded Bosmeri," Calia said with a small smile. "I should not be surprised; the Bosmer and Khajiit have generally been diplomatically closer than most neighbouring nations." Calia seemed odd to talk to with nothing of her body apparently moving but her face and her folded hands in her lap. "Regardless, it appears that your early life was in Imperial culture, correct? What can you tell me of your education? Did you have an instructor for magic?"