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Current I'm back, I guess.
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9 yrs ago
Check-ins, especially on discord, will be turbulent, so please be patient. Thanks in advance.
9 yrs ago
I return on Saturday the eve.
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9 yrs ago
Birthday today :-)
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9 yrs ago
Just launched my first actual roleplay on here! Take a peek: roleplayerguild.com/topics/…
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Inland Jungles, Grand Sultanate of Dygracia, March 1899

The man checked his watch. Evening had nearly arrived. Along the tracks, no sign of man, only the trees. The sound of coal in fire. The engine ran with the strength of a leopard; the whistle screamed with the madness of a felled dog. Crimson fireflies danced at the behemoth's head. The jungle blocked out the sun, save for the red rays piercing the thick. A bullet in the crimson sky; the train kept forward. A half-light crescent watched over the cruel knife that cut through her ancient lands.

A tower of smoke rolled above the carriage, daring to meet the clouds. The steel leopard ran too fast to pay notice of the songbirds and the blue-frogs, only the verdant wall parading past. The man looked to his table. A dainty set of silver lay against the white cloth. A rich scent danced around him, one to match mother's flowers, the dearest scent.

Speech buzzed around him. Empty well-wishes flew above the talk of weighty matters. He paid no mind. Dining ought supersede such matters. White figures carried silver trays adorned with luxury. The man spotted the golden eagles in the corners; ancient agents of justice. Majesty personified; royal watchmen.

Violet light poured in on high. The carriage filled with the smell of wine-musk and roasted pork. The man was twice plumper than he'd like and double sober. His wife thought ill of his tastes in the foul nectar, but his wife was leagues off. He would reap the spoils of the night, be they sins or virtue.

Wine came around the wood-wheel table. It was the higher-end sort. The variety that sent his peerage into frenzy at the mention. Veritable squealing erupted from every seat and echoed from every face of opulence. False smiles darted around the room as the feast unfolded.

Thirteen glasses shot into the carriage air. The man stood to be saluted. Crystals lit with violet light and wine smiled alike with a glimmer toward the man. All at once, a rousing echo of praise and honorifics, each louder than the last, vying for his acceptance. The yell of hyenas to his ears.

The eagles seemed to tire alongside the man. All he could manage to each of the pack was a nod. They cackling chorus sat, followed by the man. Matters of state whizzed about the carriage. In his younger days, the man would be fascinated by the mere mention, but in the autumn of his days he sought the pleasures of life where he could; far off from politics. His dentures tore into the pig. The serrated mess was peppered and spiced more than to his taste; the dearest scent dissipated into longing. The wine was bitter, though it did well to dull the senses. The whirl of conversation began to float higher and higher above him until at last it faded from his grasp.

His wife had long thought he was nearly senile, but worse he was a drunkard, betrayed by an empty laugh and unwise words.. A vulture pecking at the glories of days far past, wings too heavy with wine and finery to seek new carrion. Sloth and wrath had picked him to the bone. As he remained to feast upon dry pickings, eagles flew past, full scores overtaking him. When the meat was stripped of him, naught but gold and bone remained, washed away in the seas of time.

The knife kept through the greenery. The moon took full form, a pearly knife. Smoke bellowed all the same from the burning tower; soot and sky became one. Dark halos weighed upon the man's eyelids. Eagles turned from guardians to specters. Half his mind turned to nightmares, the other half sunk leagues beneath his company. He could at best manage to keep his silence; at worst he'd fall into ramblings and stupor.

All the while the dusk rolled onward with the train. Darkness fell upon the thick, even moonlight could not bear to pierce the green sea nor the smoke. The black haunts of the jungle moved ever-closer to the tracks, threatening to consume the steel leopard. The behemoth swam through the narrow. Crimson fireflies turned to pale ones, the only light for days more.

Under lamplight the man's mood grew sour and his tongue foul. Degradation spewed from his lips; the most profane words and grievous insults. His wife, his daughters; all that was close to him defiled. If his comrades mocked him, he could not know, so possessed was he by the liquor. By this time the servants poured him watered wine, and if he had a sense left within him he'd surely have flung into madness over it. All the same he continued downward.

The moon crawled slowly yet toward her zenith. At last silver shined on the behemoth's back. The moonlight touched the soul of all that she graced, and yet she did not find her way into the carriage. Tempers there burned as the sun did; the eagles kept their scorn. Quiet throughout the jungle. The clamor of the carriage drowned in the stillness of a clear night. Peace and stillness.

Inferno. Woe and ruin; the gates of hell unleashed.

A blaze. A cry of agony. Ash and rubble. Warped iron, twisted steel. The leopard felled, the mad dog silenced. The knife caught.

An eagle flies on forward.

The fire burns on, the glass shattered, and yet the eagle looks on; flies on; keeps on. The vulture in the far flung sand; the eagles fly on forward.

And all at once the night rages bright and falls back down to silence. The green turns crimson then black evermore; the blood boils onto earth. Peace and stillness. Peace and stillness forevermore.








we're saved :D


Hallajooba!

Yay!

Also my name changed so you'll have to fix the ooc because reasons.


Aight, on it.
Sorry for the slight activity drop everybody. I'll be active in the discord/updating posts tonight.
OK so I'm gonna be mad busy tonight and also Monday. I hope to finish an app for another RP on Tuesday (hey, it's a long history section), at which point I can write for this one on Wednesday.

No promises but that's the plan.


Alright. No problem. The simulation is out until Friday/Saturday.
In Pubixsaga 9 yrs ago Forum: The Gallery
I'm not sure if I should be mad you didn't credit me or thankful.
@Publius I will when I have a chance!


Wonderful.
@Durandal Fantastic work on your post. Thanks for the contribution.
@Publius I will as soon as I get to a computer!


Wonderful. FYI, there is a phone app if you're interested.
@Polybius
@Atroposer
@Joegreenbeen

Reminder for you three: Please join the discord ASAP, helps quite a bit for getting as many people as possible involved in feedback and making announcements.
Okay cool. I'm still just trying to figure out what we're writing about/reporting. How about an adventurer type who explores the far-flung mysterious regions of the land? Is that an acceptable article type?


Well, it's worth considering who has the money to pay for a history. Likely not an adventurer, unless they are quite wealthy. Generally, chronicles are about the events that happen in the simulation, such as wars, large diplomatic and policy movements, stuff like that. Folklore is fine, but generally this sort of thing should be an epic of sorts. It's also beneficial for everybody to write about the same somewhat limited cast of characters so that people aren't too spread out.

If you're hankering to write about an adventurer though, I'd recommend writing about a particularly wealthy one that pulled a Marco Polo and went someplace suitably distant (Aedria to Paradise, for example). You could then detail the adventurer's encounter with the local ruler (in this example, Lord Governor Dalleio Beachborn Sunwalker, Sultan of Paradise) and talk about the things happening with that ruler during that time.

Hopefully that's helpful. It may be beneficial if you go on the discord if you have further questions on the topic, so we can talk a bit more fluidly.
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