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Hello all,

A couple years ago my partners in crime, @PrinceAlexus and @Almalthia and I started SOL CITY and the successes that followed were more than we ever could have ever expected. We have completed two chapters of our fun little game based around a fictitious city in the Pacific Northwest totaling more than 1000 IC posts and probably around 50 players over the course of two years. We KNOW that we are coming back for a third chapter, but consider this posting more of a "soft IC" as we feel out the market for slice of life players on the Guild right now before we launch a formal IC and really get the ball rolling. Sol City is the definition of a casual game and we feel like we've developed a pretty successful formula both in managing players and dealing with game mechanics. If you would like to get a look at the past two chapters of Sol, you can find those threads HERE and HERE to get an idea of what we're all about. You wont need to have read these to participate in the next chapter, but if you want a little incite into some of the characters, then go for it.

Again, we're just casually feeling out the market right now since we took a break after Chapter 2. We already have the majority of docs and info ready to go, so when it's time, everything is simply copied and pasted over and we jump straight into CS approvals.

So if you have any questions or are interested, please just drop us a line here or send a PM.

Thanks for checking this IC out and know that your interest is indeed, appreciated.


Sometimes he could see visions of what seemed to be the past. Times where others had taken on the mantle before him flashed through his burning psyche like a remembrance that was meant to be his own: The Bataan Death March, the Boer War and others large and small through centuries felt like a culmination of purpose that flowed through his spirit. Most often he could vividly feel the haunting absolution of a Seminole Chief along the Trail of Tears. The crash of musket fire, the war-cry, and the terrified screams of women and children as vengeance was satisfied through fire on their oppressors. The crushing of bone and the smell of blood was so vivid he could taste it. It was a sensation like every essence of his humanity had gone and his only existence was as a force of nature. As he entered the upper office, the chain dragging behind his heavy steps, the flames continued to spread, lighting the room as the sprinklers finally exhausted themselves. There was silence for a moment save for the airy howl of fire spreading.

Facing Lex with only the mask of his flaming visage covering the complete blackness behind, he turned slowly with a gaze that pierced through the cover of Unà’s illusions finding her lying unharmed and unconscious. Her aura seemed somewhat confused and defensive at his arrival, but curious that he was able to see through it. The fire around him cackled and snapped as he turned back to Lex seeing Heidi standing nearby. The other that was with her had gone, but the blood called out for him. Unà’s illusions seemed to form a sense of what was impending and joined in the ethereal chorus.

As Lex’s face flickered with illumination from the dancing flames of the rider’s skull, he couldn’t help but be taken aback by what he was seeing. Fear would not be the word for it. What he felt was more like awe. He’d heard tales of people with flaming heads that went after bad men, but he never really believed until now. Despite hearing the rumors of such vigilantes, his research into them was quite shallow. He wasn’t very sure what the next best step should be.

Yet another guest,” he forced himself to say, finally. “I suppose you’re after Red, too?

The darkness behind the flames only stared back at Lex, unspeaking and unmoving, like looking into a black hole that only absorbed his shock and surprise. At his mention of Unà, the fire that spread through the room crept around her unconscious body and the pocket of illusion that surrounded her. Bone cracked under a gloved fist that tightened around the heavy chain and the air instantly became thick and distorted as if it boiled with static heat. A tortured, otherworldly howl of approval went up from the shadows as he advanced.

Heidi forced herself to look away. Neither Ayel or Lex had truly terrified her like Ghost Rider did. There was no way to outthink that kind of power. In fact, Heidi’s brain might make it even worse if the power was ever used on her. The plans, the scenarios played out in her head. The guilt she felt from them. Would those count as sins? Heidi didn’t want to find out. What she needed to do was take Unà and leave. Let Lex and the Ghost Rider fight. It wasn’t her business. She had come here for only one reason.

Due to the way the fire was creeping around the illusion, Heidi had a rough outline of where the illusion started and stopped. Unà’s body would be in the center. She hopped over the flames and entered the affected area. At once she noticed that the feel of the air on her skin felt...somehow different. She reached down, feeling for something solid, and then feeling around that area, using her imagination to work out the shape and position of Unà’s real body. When she was confident, she scooped the body up and stood up. She looked rather silly, appearing to be holding her empty arms out, cradling nothing, yet there was a clear strain on her face. She didn’t have super strength. She didn’t know how far she’d be able to carry Unà before she’d have to put her down. Hopefully she could at least make it out the building.

”Lex. I’m going to take Unà out of here and back home. No offense, but I feel she’d be safer with me given the circumstances. Don’t try to stop me.” she spoke to Lex, before heading for the door, trying to get past Ghost Rider, and praying that neither he nor Lex would stop her for any reason.

Lex’s face was unmoving. He heard every word coming out of Heidi, but was reluctant to react directly. Her logic was sound; this was not the safest place for Unà. All things considered, he didn’t dare take his eyes away from the monster before him. It was time to experiment, to poke around for weaknesses. Lex whipped out his twin guns and carefully aimed them. He began letting loose rounds, looking on in wonder at what affect his bullets might have as they arced around the profile of Heidi and Unà deliberately missing the two of them on their journey to the Ghost Rider.

From both being unable to hear the sound of the gun cocking, and focusing her attention on Ghost Rider, Heidi didn’t know she was going to get shot at until the bullets whizzed past her. Panic didn’t even register before the logical part of her brain kicked in. If he wanted to shoot her, at this range it would be so easy. He was aiming past them, at the Ghost Rider. He must be one very good shot to pull off such a trickshot. Heidi didn’t want to be here for the rest of this encounter. She leaned left and faced right to let Lex know which direction she was about to dart, before leaping to the side and then sprinting to the door as fast as she could whilst carrying the invisible body of a girl who was slightly taller and heavier than she was. Once she was out of the office, she bolted to the stairwell, but didn’t even make it that far before she had to stop and put Unà down. Her muscles were aching. She needed a minute.

The high caliber rounds pockmarked against his jacket like stones falling into lava. The tattered and scorched black leather only seemed to absorb them unflinching as he moved past Heidi and Unà with the heavy sound of gunfire filling the room. The chain dragging the floor behind rolled up obediently around his clenched fist glowing with heat as the desk between them was thrown away through the large window that overlooked the main floor sending shards of glass and splintered hardwood below. No sooner had the desk cleared the room than the searing iron came crashing across Lex’s face like a freight train.

The burn was instantaneous and intense. His mind screamed in reaction to his skin melting beneath the force of the supernatural heat. Flesh parted ways to expose bone. The blood that would usually come trickling out was instantly cauterized, leaving Lex’s arguably flawless face with a mark that he would likely live with the rest of his life. The chain kissed the upper left half of his eyebrow and spread its love all the way down the side of the opposite cheek, leaving what looked like half an ‘X’ across the center of his face.

Lex reeled back, finally showing signs of panic. Perhaps even fear. He instinctively pointed the gun again, ready to squeeze, but knew the folly. He tossed his weapons away and, instead, charged at the thing like a linebacker, his shoulder taking the lead towards the Ghost Rider’s midsection, closing the gap between the two.

Unperturbed by Lex’s inhuman durability, the futility in the man’s charge only brought forth another memory of a similar scene that had unfolded within the same room. A faint glow began to raise in the darkness within the Rider’s skull, building behind the empty eye sockets. The scene of a young mutant beaten to death and tossed away like garbage, a waitress at Avalon suffering the same fate and others, many others. Somewhere, far deep within the dark sepulchre of the Ghost Rider, Cole could feel the excruciating pain of those living souls torn away from reality roaring, screaming for retribution like so many before. As Lex careened forward, he wanted the monster that was underneath the man’s frail facade to come out, to feel their final suffering and the loss of their loved ones. The hole of their existence, left behind for others to mourn by graveside without closure. He caught Lex by the throat and gripped like an industrial vice, feeling the vertebrae within his boiling grasp. Lifting him from his feet, he studied the man’s face briefly, the flaming skull tilting slightly, giving the man a small glimpse into the burning finality that was unavoidable. With one motion he hurled Lex through the office wall, crashing through the corridor where the broken bodies of his slain workmen remained from their earlier encounter with the intruder. The building groaned from the shattering of load bearing walls as Ghost Rider’s steps advanced towards Lex again.

Heidi wheeled round as she felt the sudden rise in heat on the back of her neck. Lex had been thrown through the wall and into the same corridor where Heidi was currently resting. The time for recovery was past. She had to get Unà out of harm’s way as soon as possible, for the combat was uncomfortably close to her. Heidi felt around to determine the exact position of Unà’s body again, before scooping her up and slinging her over her shoulder before taking slow, shaky steps towards the stairwell. When she got back, *if* she got back, she would really need to work on her upper body strength.

Heidi had decided against leaving by means of the fire escape, barely having the strength to maneuver Unà through the open window. She carried on down the stairwell, onto the club’s dance floor, and towards the entrance. When she got to the front doors, she put Unà down at a place she’d remember, and opened the doors before taking another few seconds to rest. Her body was screaming, and adrenaline was the only thing keeping her upright.

The wind was knocked out of Lex’s lungs but as he stared into the devilish eyes of the Ghost Rider, the young man forced himself back to his feet. His confidence was waning, but his tenacity was ever present. The sting of his singed flesh was beginning to subsite, but the smell of it filled his nostrils. Beads of sweat began to roll down Lex’s brow as he considered the inevitable future. Lex looked to his right and one of two waiting chairs that sat outside some office doors. WIth a battle cry, he hurled the black metal chair at the Ghost Rider, leaping forward a second after, sending himself down the same trajectory with a fist that arced through the air like a hammer, set to fall upon the Rider’s crown.

The office chair shattered on impact like a glass vase cast against the front of a tank. As Lex hurtled himself forward yet again the finality of the encounter was completely apparent. The blow turned the Rider’s glance briefly, but the motion was no more futile than attempting to stop a tidal wave from crashing ashore. Two gloved hands snapped hold of Lex’s once exquisitely tailored shirt, now covered in sweat and blood as the flaming visage of weathered bone slowly turned back to face him eye-to-eye. An unholy growl echoed through the collapsing building as the distant fire inside the Rider’s eye erupted in connection with Lex. He pulled the man closer, towering over his broken body and the vision was no different than staring into the center of an afterburner. The skull’s jaw dropped wide open roaring an elemental howl so vivid that it broadcast across dimensions, echoing through time and space as the life of Alexander Stagnum was collected.

Cole watched as the flesh was blasted away and the memories and the agonies of the man’s victims were cast onto him all at once. The sheer volume of emotion condensed to a single moment of transfer was incomprehensible. People he’d never known, moments in time frozen flashed by him at what felt like the speed of light crashing through the physical body of the man in his grasp and pouring directly into the soul, tearing it away from reality like a forlorn house in the path of a tornado.

It was satisfying, deeply satisfying. Perfect. Like an error or a blemish in the fabric of reality had been erased. He was himself again for a moment as the natural and super-natural worlds around him seemed to bend and retract with the completion of the task. He dropped the charred husk of what was left of the man as the building continued to burn around him, finally giving way as beams fell in a clamor and walls buckled, seeing Unà standing outside the destroyed entrance as the walls caved in and the building collapsed.

Unà turned and looked over her shoulder as the howl went up. She saw and briefly locked eyes with the burning eyes of the entity that had attacked Frost. She could see that it wasn’t there for her and not a threat but that didn’t stop the fear that ran up her back. That fear was enough to make the illusion that she was trapped in fall apart. As Unà was revealed from behind the mask she had been forced into the walls of the building caved in and it collapsed.
Once read The Fatal Shore by Robert Hughes. The founding era of Australia is very interesting.

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Marilania (Romus), Olympus - @PrinceAlexus

Thomas “Tommy” Lomax - @RawrEspada4

Leo "Sully" Sullivan - @CaptainSully

Xia Alexander - @King Tai

Victoria Darya Romus “Vika” - @PrinceAlexus

Dustynn Knight - @MissCapnCrunch

Oscar McGuiness - @LetMeDoStuff

Milo Ventri - @RoccanIronclad

Alexander Wood - @Alex_The_Great

Joseph Moore - @Rabidporcupine

Paige Renee Kennedy - @Pilatus

Kurt Nichols - @BuriedComic7

Ashton Griffone - @Silver Fox

Siobhan Jude Murphy - @Almalthia

Thomas Lancaster - @Conscripts

Sarah Cooper - @Cairo

Marcus Ainsworth - @Zaxter996

Boone "Bo" Leroy King - @Saarebas

Reya Wyatt - @Majoras End

Ethan Aster - @Almalthia

Aoki Sandström - @Rodiak

Poppy Honeycutt - @FloriCello

Capella Xing - @Tenma Tendo

Ash Carson - @LostBrotherGrimm

Rae Ann Corvin - @LunarMist

Matthew Winslow - @Lemons

Joy Fisher - @liferusher

Caroline Dawson - @MST3K 4ever

Josephine Jacobs - @The Muse

Liz Brooks - @HachiRoku

Helen Geiger - @QueenOfTheLand

Joel Nicolosi - @Pilatus



@Almalthia "The Drama Lama"

@RoccanIronclad "Crime Minister"

@PrinceAlexus "The Captain"



Thank you to all who participated in our game, even if it was just one post or profile. We appreciate it, sincerely. If you submitted a location and would like for us to remove it from our future plans, please just let us know and we'll take you off the map, but for now this is a wrap. The last (unbelievably) twelve months have been some of the best writing we have been involved with in years. Again, THANK YOU ALL for your support and time spent playing with us.



Paige Kennedy & Milo Ventri

Waves rolled onto to the beach in a slow, steady rhythm. Crashing and pulling back again underneath fading daylight that stretched from over the horizon in an explosion of red-orange and faded gray clouds delivering rain far in the distance up the coast into Canada. Seabreeze pulled at Paige’s hair as she watched Milo adjusting his line on one of two large ocean fishing rigs that he had planted in the sand. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been fishing. Sometime back when she was barely a teenager in Florida she would still go with her grandad on the beach by Delta City or out on the pier he preferred. Any times after that were just a murky blur of growing older. Watching Milo as the line clicked slowly with tension she glanced down the rocky shoreline. It was the first time she’d been to the coast since moving out to Delta City and there was admittedly a certain beauty about it: sharp black boulders jutted out from craggy escarpments and dove straight into the water where the tides beat white foam against them continually. Combined with the setting sun, there was a surrealness about it, though it was still damn cold.

“I have to tell you something.” Paige said, breaking the quiet the came with the constant breeze the swept down the beach. She watched Milo’s back as he reeled in a few yards before he was satisfied. They hadn’t said much throughout the week and she knew she hadn’t been particularly inviting for conversation either. She exhaled and glanced down at the blanket beneath her smoothing out some of the wrinkles over the sand before glancing away again and then back to Milo. “I want you to know, I’m sorry.”

”Sorry for what?” Milo said with a slight shrug, not fully turning his attention away from his cast. One rod bowed slightly with a gentle pull from beneath the waves. He felt the weight of the tug on his fingertips patiently.

“For how I treated you… before.” She knew she didn’t need to remind him of the time.

Milo’s hand stopped and his shoulders dropped slightly at the word, before. He let his free hand ease into the warmth of his jacket pocket still not turning back to face her and only taking in the natural perfection of the scene in front of him. When they flew over in the helicopter, he’d seen it from the air and figured it would be a good fishing spot. The catch inside his cooler confirmed his suspicion and he gave a slight chuckle rocking back on his heels a little in the sand. ”Is that what’s on your mind?” He said finally turning his head back and meeting her characteristic glance from the corner of his eye with a slight smile beneath his beard.

“Yes. “ Paige said. “...Among other things.”

”What else?” He wasn’t going to press her for anything more. Getting any sort of apology from Paige was an event akin to something like a double eclipse. One thing he knew about her though was that she always had to feel tough, even when she was faking it. It was just her nature. He had put those times behind him, but it had been much harder for her and in her mind was still stuck somewhere between the past and the future, whatever it was, between Delta and Sol.

Paige thought for a moment, again running her hands over the blanket, looking down. The answer she wanted would only come from a question she was afraid to ask and with Ana’s visit not far off, it was going to be even harder. “Did you know that was a flash grenade, back at the airport?” She said finally. It wasn’t the question, but she was looking for assurance.

“No,” He said turning and meeting her eyes fully. The smile from before had faded from his expression. “In the moment, I wasn’t sure, I just moved.”

“You could have died.”

“Yep.” The line he was attending bowed over and ran out sharply.“Just wasn’t my time I guess,” Milo picked up the rod and gave a quick pull. “Not yet.”
Sorry I'm a little behind. Had to make an unexpected trip. Anyways...


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We'll be wrapping up and rolling credits likely this weekend.
Ghost Rider

The kickstand dropped to the pavement followed by a heavy boot outside Nocturne. As the flames churned off the tires, the exhaust glowed a hot orange-red spitting its erratic beat as its Rider dismounted. A heavy chain fell behind, its links clamoring to the ground searing a path as it melted through the asphalt filling the air with dirty smoke and a chemical stench. With each step closer, Cole could feel his soul exploding outward like a star going nova. He was himself, but he was not himself- all at the same time, like his whole purpose, his existence, for that moment was completely singular, insatiable. His senses absorbed multiple planes of reality all at once: colors, auras, feelings past and present imprinted on time and space.

Nocturne was dark to human eyes, but the entire building clamored with spiritual activity at his approach. Entities escaping, others hauntingly gathered like vultures perched to collect whatever was soon to be left behind. He could hear their disembodied calls and whispers growing louder with anticipation as the ground quickly became molten beneath him. Glowing red hydras cracked the surface and hissed flames that spat up from underneath. Painful, inhuman howls from the tormented intensified as he neared the entrance to the club. Twisted visages reached up through the flames for his charred pant leg falling away hopelessly at each mechanical step forward. He could see inside, feeling the presence of the one he came to take and the one to take away.

The victims were often the same: Murderers, pedophiles, con-artists, human traffickers. The worst of the worst. He would find them in places like Nocturne or on dark stretches of the freeway between LA and Las Vegas. When it was time, it was time. Some begged for mercy, others fought, some seemed to even expect it. Without exception though, the hired help always ran away leaving their employer’s soul to be torn apart alone. Nocturne was no exception. As he stepped through the front entrance the spirits gathered were in a full riot. The doors that had apparently been removed shot back up on their hinges then fell back again like a tape being replayed again and again. As the floor ignited beneath him, the power in the building fell away completely while Layne Staley’s voice still lamented The Rooster.

The chain drug the floor behind him groaning across polished marble as the flames spread cackling over the ground level and crawling up the walls. The sprinkler system erupted into action as the entire building seemed to twist and groan in agony. Hollow vision lifted slowly to an upstairs office that overlooked the lower floor where the three were gathered. For a moment he stood, unmoving like a statue, staring up at them while the water beat pitifully against the fire spreading through the downstairs and across his scorched leather jacket. The song dropped with a sharp heterodyne and the speakers went dead as he moved for the stairway.

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Joel Nicolosi

Joel glanced down at his watch. They had a few hours until he’d have to be back. The first stage was an evening to night run out of town towards the mountains. They’d already done a shakedown test in the morning and carefully made the pacenotes for the section. Everything went fairly well with no real surprises and the car was in good form. The roads were just as beaten and winding as the mountain passes around Sol City, perhaps even more so; while the dusty terrain was noticeably faster than the tough, rocky grit of the Pacific Northwest putting more work on the brakes and requiring a little more finesse at the controls to find grip. They’d drawn a good number in the lottery so the car wouldn’t have to lead off nor would it have to deal with a degraded route from the other competitors. All of it washed together in his mind as he glanced out from their posh balcony suite. Sio was right, he wanted to win. International press and nationalism aside, he was only concerned with how fast he could drive and if it would be enough- Nothing else mattered.

Sio’s scantily clad approach caused an eyebrow to raise slightly from the side of his vision. “You're a real distraction,” He said with feigned seriousness accepting the small bottle. “I should have left you back in Sol.” He said as he rubbed the sunscreen into her skin pinching the top of her shoulders and pushing his thumbs into her back gently as he did. Her fair skin and blazing red hair stood out starkly in the Caribbean, which he liked. So far, she was different, though he knew the pitfalls of the expression. It was not often that he concentrated on anything other than how to plant four tires across a corner, but she had never tried to make it about anything else. She’d become an addition rather than a distraction. He let his hands fall down around her hips and glanced out briefly towards the clear-blue ocean leaning over her shoulder. The beach did sound like a good idea for a while. It was a private and closely guarded property where prying eyes wouldn't be allowed to follow them. Still, he had a nagging bit of intuition and knew it wouldn’t go unnoticed by her strong sense of perception. “I keep getting the feeling like we’re being watched,” He said more as a point of curiosity rather than concern. “I’m not talkin’ about the cameras and what not, I don’t really mean stalker-level either, but you know what I mean.”

I'll be posting again at least once for Joel, but planning to ckose up shop with a Milo/Paige post. Anyone that wants to get in an epilogue post should get it in sooner rather than later.
Coleman St. John

The Harley’s engine ticked over slowly as Kaylee got off. Cole remained seated looking over the carnage outside of the club listening to the uneven swing and pop of the exhaust as she proceeded to lay into Elijah. There was no hiding it any longer. Everything she did was always with purpose and intent. She placed her hand firmly on his back as she got off for a reason. He knew she could feel his thoughts. His skin felt like it was practically smoldering under his jacket as they turned in at Avalon. Elijah looked at him curiously from over Kaylee’s shoulder, though quickly turned his head as a car approached. Cole wasn’t close enough to hear the conversation, but the answer was already in his mind. Nocturne.

“I’m going to get Una.” He said coldly looking back at Kaylee as she attempted to gather up the rabble of students that came out of the club. A lap of flame snapped around the rear tire and dissipated in a cloud of white smoke that flowed from the squealing protest of painful contact across asphalt. He was gone in the howling rpm break of a single gear change leaving only the sound of unburned fuel detonating against hot steel echoing through the street.

The air was dark ahead. Street lamps flickered and died as he approached picking up more speed with each millisecond, much faster than he had driven with Kaylee onboard. The time wasn’t far off. He could only hold it back temporarily until the rage was so undeniable and absolute that it broke over him like a meteor strike. A justice so perfected and final that it was elemental in its purpose, ancient and beyond mortal persuasion or delay. Red and white light danced and blurred together around him as he burst through a patch of heavy traffic around an intersection. A car horn blasted a warning, quickly followed by a siren, but the sound strained to catch up with him. He could feel his heart beating painfully inside his chest, convulsing in rhythm with the unearthly symphony of thunder that was poured out into the night.

Nocturne was not far away. He had never been there, but like always he knew where he was going. Flames sparked and curled hatefully around the front tire as a mach cone blinked in screaming red and orange around him exploding through his senses. As the flames came up amidst the deafening chorus of wind and machine so did the same visions that he saw each time, less than fraction of second for each: A woman’s face, sawgrass swaying in the breeze, a city by the water, children playing, the sound of their laughter, a baby crying. Every time he saw them it was the worst, most hollow feeling he could imagine, multiplied a thousand times, like his soul was emptied out and burned into the aether. His grip twisted and pulled against the handlebars unnaturally as a terrible call went out across myriads of realities, seen and unseen, known and unknown.


The lights at Nocturne began to buzz and flicker slightly in the midst of Lex and Ayel’s conversation followed closely by a static hum over the dormant sound system. A feedback spike sounded and static cracked into the ears of the two men until a song started over the speakers and quickly skipped into another, then another before finally settling on one more that droned out slowly with broken reception as if it were tuned to a station barely within range. The song continued on, broken, but steady until the characteristic sound of a Harley Davidson could be heard approaching.

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