Six, I need colours for Roy. Unless you posted them already, I'm too lazy to go look.
I believe that just leaves Anima, for Sofia.
Anyways I ended up falling asleep when I returned home from work, so no post from me till tomorrow afternoon then the collab with Ex.
I also just watched Harlock: Space Pirate. Pretty damn good.
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Thanks guys!
Thanks guys!
Those little icons are cute - where did you find them?
I'm going to do a little post with Mags new stuff and spirits over the weekend, but the place I'm staying tonight has a rather slow and weak connection.
So it'll probably come Sunday-Monday at the latest.
For those in wanting collaborations, I'll be available all day Tuesday.
Graphic update:
I've been messing around with the different backgrounds and stuff - but I want to know what colours that you guys associate for your characters as a whole.
Like for Mags: hers would be something akin to Red and Black. Those are spirit related.
Another example is very pale blues and blondes, almost a grey colour because of her overall pale complexion and personality nature - at least what is portrayed outside.
I'm going to do a little post with Mags new stuff and spirits over the weekend, but the place I'm staying tonight has a rather slow and weak connection.
So it'll probably come Sunday-Monday at the latest.
For those in wanting collaborations, I'll be available all day Tuesday.
Graphic update:
I've been messing around with the different backgrounds and stuff - but I want to know what colours that you guys associate for your characters as a whole.
Like for Mags: hers would be something akin to Red and Black. Those are spirit related.
Another example is very pale blues and blondes, almost a grey colour because of her overall pale complexion and personality nature - at least what is portrayed outside.
Mmkay I posted something.
I'm unsure of where Kylmi will go right now, but I'm sure Shorus will follow up somewhere.
I can edit things if needed, I just wanted to move things a long [considering the plot is quickening] and not drag it out.
I'm unsure of where Kylmi will go right now, but I'm sure Shorus will follow up somewhere.
I can edit things if needed, I just wanted to move things a long [considering the plot is quickening] and not drag it out.
Kylmi found herself swindled and championed by Shorus's usual bluster, his confidence and strength did not heed any restriction and while she had formerly dismissed him as a a simple admirer, she found intelligence within his execution when he discussed their intentions and movement. The nymph nodded, her antlers gleaming with the swirling decorations and malachite that winked within moonlight, she delicately wove her fingers into the soil at their heels, sinking her claws in deep as the life within teemed and writhed at her call; the thickets swarmed with a plethora of thorns and vines as thick as her arm, clenching into coils at the roots of the brush they currently took refuge in. Using Bones' eyes, she honed in on the tent that Shorus had indicated, a quick scan provided that Tarwin was scouring out opposite tarpaulins pulled taut and hammered effectively, their flaps barely disturbed by his evasions. She signaled that she was prepared with a lift of her thorn crusted blade, Bones' mimicking her salute with a toss of his head and rattling the bones interwoven through his overgrown, ebonnette mane.
Shorus would be a tough act to follow, his effective charge into the encampment signaled by the clash of blades and armour, the Elderborne and all their skills paling in comparison to the wrath bridling the Minotaur as he roared and tore through the guards surrounding the Mad Prince's tent. Kylmi drew in a breathe, withholding it in her lungs and breast as she mounted atop Bones and rode down after Shorus's charge. But her preparations were nearly for not, a terrible thunder clapped within, stealing all breath and reason as she fell from atop her mount and rolled upon the earth in a terrible confine of agony. She screeched, her hawk's cry piercing the air in a ear splitting call that capered across the encampment and drew attention by the immaculate enemy gleaming and clashing against their Mamaluke opponents. The temporary distraction proved beneficial in some, damaging in others as soldiers fell upon the blades and lances of their aggressors. Bones reared, his voice shattering through her consciousnesses and booming in all of its fury:
Get up you fool, or I'll trample you right here instead!
Kylmi's body trembled, suddenly encumbered by her armour as she pulled and tugged upon the tangled threads of her harsh companion, but her eyes, lined in silver and glowing, flickered towards the horizon, dark and woven in shadows, she could see the massive cloud rising above the canopy of Uchfos, coiling and conglomerating into a single, wreathing darkness that spun and ascended higher above the tree tops. With Bones' eyes she could see the finery in details of feathers and leathery wings, every species and creature of flight suddenly disturbed by whichever threatened their mortal plane. Kylmi's heart pinged with the forest's wail, a silent, moaning anguish as the borders resealed themselves and became festooned in thorns and roots, tree trunks swelling in size until all potential nooks were compressed. Another clap of thunder tore through her as she pulled herself upon Bones', throwing her leg over and leaning heavily against his heaving flank as he retook the charge towards the Mad Prince.
Something had happened, something was happening - something was coming.
The nymph though had a quest, a designation and one way to figure out whichever was happening was to interrogate one of the focal players in this prophecy of doom. Kylmi seethed against the pain, trying to shelter the earth's sighs of terror as Bones galloped past elven soldiers falling to the Minotaur's merciless assault.
The forest kin did not know what she would find upon entering the tent, she had left Bones outside, listening to his irritation and overall furious qualms as he stomped his hooves repeatedly and spun in mad circles as he awaited his charge, and Kylmi was not prepared for what she saw therein.
"It is she that comes to greet me, but She that has done this to me. And to you. Do you want to know what She has planned for you? For The All." There were no eyes through the slit in his helm and his calm exterior was only split by the manic simper stretching across his cheeks; he was aged in every way she knew, much like she herself was. There was a kinship of pity, but Kylmi did not have sparing notions for those that had burned her homes many times before. She wonders if these Elderborne knew of the glory that was once her Isildier. Would this ancient insanity know?
"Who is She?" Was all Klymi had to inquire, posing her blade of thorns upon his brow, honing in close to the helm, the tines throbbed in tempo with her heart, bidding to be extended. Outside, Bones began his usual ticking, a vibrating sound of annoyance.
"She is that which wills all to come, a calamity and ruin, a fire that will reach beyond your forests and your walls. She has made her Chosen and her desires cannot be thwarted." His tone was an ascending madness, but almost desperate, as if repeating from some other being that whispered and uttered these reflections. Kylmi's eyes narrowed as her vines snaked beneath the tent, coiling up and around the Prince's gleaming armour and his tall stance, cording tight as he did nothing to disturb her, as if without his soul and reasoning that would bid him to react normally.
But he did seethe at her, baring a grimace of disgust.
"You are nothing, you'll be nothing, just like I - you'll suffer a loss that is eternal, an aching pit of despair within your body. You'll rot, decay, much like the wilting plant you are."
Vines closed up around his lips, snaring him shut with a clench of her hands as she trembled with the wealth of everything he spoke of, of his insanity and manic intelligence that bore into her. Her former pain and the forest's response affirmed of this Queen, of She he spoke of. But now as she snared the Elderborne within her vines, she felt something that sunk deep into the flora, a deep loss and hate, something seeded by means of ancient magic and history. Kylmi shuddered with it, whistling for Bones who tore through the tent's external skin and trampled the posts with vicious kicks and snaps. His hooves flashed and his gnashing teeth bore into a snarl when Kylmi hoisted their charge upon his body, using vines and plants to secure him into place. Beneath all the greenery, she heard a soft murmur, a whisper that slunk across her skin and bones and struck inside her mind.
"You can't stop it, no one can stop it."
Kylmi ran through the encampment, her eyes scanning with flickers of silver and white as she tried to locate her companions, but nothing could be seen beyond the onslaught of blood and death, bodies littered the earth and the soil became swollen with their life, heavy and thick, over flowing with death song as the world around her moaned and wept, making her face contour into one of tragedy. The nymph lowered her stare, not wanting to witness the vacant gaze of the dead as she led Bones through the masses, upon her treads flowers and vines crawled, smothering over bodies and blood, staining most of the spring colours in hues of carmine and black. She knew she had to meet up with Shorus and Hazim later, followed by Tarwin some where in the confusion, no doubt they'd want to kill the Mad Prince upon seeing him mounted upon the vicious Kelpie, but she'd attempt to reason with them beyond all means.
And so she traversed across the battlefield, veering off in a sprint as the trio of nymph, Fae beast and elf circled around, searching in vain for the Captain that was no longer present among his troops that were dying for whatever cause was deemed worthy by their God and she wondered briefly if death was a price they all were going to have to pay.
Surely Mundhir would not ask that of them, right?
Shorus would be a tough act to follow, his effective charge into the encampment signaled by the clash of blades and armour, the Elderborne and all their skills paling in comparison to the wrath bridling the Minotaur as he roared and tore through the guards surrounding the Mad Prince's tent. Kylmi drew in a breathe, withholding it in her lungs and breast as she mounted atop Bones and rode down after Shorus's charge. But her preparations were nearly for not, a terrible thunder clapped within, stealing all breath and reason as she fell from atop her mount and rolled upon the earth in a terrible confine of agony. She screeched, her hawk's cry piercing the air in a ear splitting call that capered across the encampment and drew attention by the immaculate enemy gleaming and clashing against their Mamaluke opponents. The temporary distraction proved beneficial in some, damaging in others as soldiers fell upon the blades and lances of their aggressors. Bones reared, his voice shattering through her consciousnesses and booming in all of its fury:
Get up you fool, or I'll trample you right here instead!
Kylmi's body trembled, suddenly encumbered by her armour as she pulled and tugged upon the tangled threads of her harsh companion, but her eyes, lined in silver and glowing, flickered towards the horizon, dark and woven in shadows, she could see the massive cloud rising above the canopy of Uchfos, coiling and conglomerating into a single, wreathing darkness that spun and ascended higher above the tree tops. With Bones' eyes she could see the finery in details of feathers and leathery wings, every species and creature of flight suddenly disturbed by whichever threatened their mortal plane. Kylmi's heart pinged with the forest's wail, a silent, moaning anguish as the borders resealed themselves and became festooned in thorns and roots, tree trunks swelling in size until all potential nooks were compressed. Another clap of thunder tore through her as she pulled herself upon Bones', throwing her leg over and leaning heavily against his heaving flank as he retook the charge towards the Mad Prince.
Something had happened, something was happening - something was coming.
The nymph though had a quest, a designation and one way to figure out whichever was happening was to interrogate one of the focal players in this prophecy of doom. Kylmi seethed against the pain, trying to shelter the earth's sighs of terror as Bones galloped past elven soldiers falling to the Minotaur's merciless assault.
The forest kin did not know what she would find upon entering the tent, she had left Bones outside, listening to his irritation and overall furious qualms as he stomped his hooves repeatedly and spun in mad circles as he awaited his charge, and Kylmi was not prepared for what she saw therein.
"It is she that comes to greet me, but She that has done this to me. And to you. Do you want to know what She has planned for you? For The All." There were no eyes through the slit in his helm and his calm exterior was only split by the manic simper stretching across his cheeks; he was aged in every way she knew, much like she herself was. There was a kinship of pity, but Kylmi did not have sparing notions for those that had burned her homes many times before. She wonders if these Elderborne knew of the glory that was once her Isildier. Would this ancient insanity know?
"Who is She?" Was all Klymi had to inquire, posing her blade of thorns upon his brow, honing in close to the helm, the tines throbbed in tempo with her heart, bidding to be extended. Outside, Bones began his usual ticking, a vibrating sound of annoyance.
"She is that which wills all to come, a calamity and ruin, a fire that will reach beyond your forests and your walls. She has made her Chosen and her desires cannot be thwarted." His tone was an ascending madness, but almost desperate, as if repeating from some other being that whispered and uttered these reflections. Kylmi's eyes narrowed as her vines snaked beneath the tent, coiling up and around the Prince's gleaming armour and his tall stance, cording tight as he did nothing to disturb her, as if without his soul and reasoning that would bid him to react normally.
But he did seethe at her, baring a grimace of disgust.
"You are nothing, you'll be nothing, just like I - you'll suffer a loss that is eternal, an aching pit of despair within your body. You'll rot, decay, much like the wilting plant you are."
Vines closed up around his lips, snaring him shut with a clench of her hands as she trembled with the wealth of everything he spoke of, of his insanity and manic intelligence that bore into her. Her former pain and the forest's response affirmed of this Queen, of She he spoke of. But now as she snared the Elderborne within her vines, she felt something that sunk deep into the flora, a deep loss and hate, something seeded by means of ancient magic and history. Kylmi shuddered with it, whistling for Bones who tore through the tent's external skin and trampled the posts with vicious kicks and snaps. His hooves flashed and his gnashing teeth bore into a snarl when Kylmi hoisted their charge upon his body, using vines and plants to secure him into place. Beneath all the greenery, she heard a soft murmur, a whisper that slunk across her skin and bones and struck inside her mind.
"You can't stop it, no one can stop it."
Kylmi ran through the encampment, her eyes scanning with flickers of silver and white as she tried to locate her companions, but nothing could be seen beyond the onslaught of blood and death, bodies littered the earth and the soil became swollen with their life, heavy and thick, over flowing with death song as the world around her moaned and wept, making her face contour into one of tragedy. The nymph lowered her stare, not wanting to witness the vacant gaze of the dead as she led Bones through the masses, upon her treads flowers and vines crawled, smothering over bodies and blood, staining most of the spring colours in hues of carmine and black. She knew she had to meet up with Shorus and Hazim later, followed by Tarwin some where in the confusion, no doubt they'd want to kill the Mad Prince upon seeing him mounted upon the vicious Kelpie, but she'd attempt to reason with them beyond all means.
And so she traversed across the battlefield, veering off in a sprint as the trio of nymph, Fae beast and elf circled around, searching in vain for the Captain that was no longer present among his troops that were dying for whatever cause was deemed worthy by their God and she wondered briefly if death was a price they all were going to have to pay.
Surely Mundhir would not ask that of them, right?
I used to have the same issue with having similarities between characters that beheld similar personalities and details as to what you described. I broke away from the mold eventually, mostly just using inspiration and taking minor tidbits from various tropes that I read up on. Switching around helped a lot as well, to what Ten suggested.
Mags herself is the first of her kind, for me at least. But then I prefer darker characters in general.
The spectrum of "evil" is a little more difficult to discern, I'll admit. Some villains tend to blend in together for me, even my own.
Mags herself is the first of her kind, for me at least. But then I prefer darker characters in general.
The spectrum of "evil" is a little more difficult to discern, I'll admit. Some villains tend to blend in together for me, even my own.
SyrianHamster said
Yeah sorry my nymph friend, but Mundhir needs to go and do stuff. Serious stuff. This RP will be entering warp speed six as far as the plot is concerned, in an attempt to bring the Prince's web of conspiracies, heresy and fratricide to some kind of coherent conclusion. The whole thing kinda got away from me, I admit. ... Jazeer is still fond of earthly charms though; I mean he's falling to pieces since his wards will be starting wearing off, but he's still good to go. If you hurry, you might get there in time for his genitals to still be intact.... so there's a nice image for you. Leprous male genitalia. Anyway, I hope to hit this hard tomorrow, and see what Hazim has been doing since he got stabbed, and what Jazeer is up to in the sewers.
The image in my head was not pleasant.
Anyways, I'm sure Kylmi would have fun teasing the poor prince regardless, if not for her own amusement should she ever get to meet him. Too bad for Mundhir, but I can still ship them in my head.
Steel fist said
@Rockette: You're not active for a while, so I'll just continue with the kidnapping and you will fill in later :)
Whoa now, I am active, I just needed to sleep after I had written that summary beforehand. If you're really compelled to continue, then do so. Regardless I'm posting today with my part which will cover most of what we discussed with Kylmi's part.
SyrianHamster said
Thanks for doing that for me, I was having to go back over the last few pages to remind myself of what had happened and when. You've saved me a great deal of work.Also, kudos for being so well informed of everything! If I could award gold stars on here, then you'd be getting as many as I could throw at you.
Not a problem, having read the Ic recently: it's rather fresh in my mind of what's happening!
SyrianHamster said
and is immune to earthly charms.
Well fuck.
Sorry Kylmi.
Least it'll be interesting to interact. xD
Now I'm going to take a really long nap and work on those graphics later.
Which my plan is to make three styles so you guys can choose which one you'd like.
A work in progress but I'm determined. Maybe new, fresh images will help everyone!
NPC banners are also available, should you want them and if you have such supporting roles.
Which my plan is to make three styles so you guys can choose which one you'd like.
A work in progress but I'm determined. Maybe new, fresh images will help everyone!
NPC banners are also available, should you want them and if you have such supporting roles.
Colossus said
Marrubium
It checks out all right with me, I'm not necessarily picky at this moment but Hammy-Ham gets final judgement.
But essentially, if you have not already been informed or read up on our Ic, then allow me to summarize.
Twelve [I think] prisoners were originally in the dungeons of Eblistan by whichever crimes deemed worthy enough of their detainment; some had been there longer than others, some just arrived. In this event, Mundhir Sadek, our fallen prince and current "star protagonist" was poisoned with Ice Venom during his assassination attempt before hand, a cruel fate by any means and killing him slowly but surely. Other characters suffered from other ailments: iron poisoning, lack of food and water, had been stripped of their belongings. But the deft handiwork of our resident rouge elf, Aevah Runil, and the rage of our Minotaur: Shorus, saw to the escape. With assistance from Frelseren, formerly known as 9.
It was a bloody massacre, I've lost the body count entirely when we finally got the hell out of there, but they managed to escape with the assistance of Mundhir's men coming upon their exit point which was a supposed secret way into the outside of the citadel. Thus they rode to Baalor, mostly against our will [though Tarwin went about his own route] and thus we entered a seven day time jump to the what I would call: Council. Here Mundhir beseeches to everyone to help him in restoring peace to his lands, etc. It's a nice speech, you should read it. Aevah offers to search for a cure in the Uchfos forest by the assistance of the Norn, a tricky, deadly game but none the less had to be done.
Kyrtaar and Rin went with her and someone killed a bunch of things in the ruins and set a fire but that pretty much faulted out.
SO.
The elves began massing an attack against Baalor and Mundhir, Kylmi, Hazim, Tawrn, Shorus and Frelseren went out to meet with the Mad Prince - it did not go so well, obviously. Thus we get to the point in our story:
At the current moment, Aevah and Kyrtaar have made pact with the Norn, healing Mundhir but at the cost of her eyesight and granting Kyrtaar immortality and power but at the cost of his first borne child and so on. They're currently on their way back but timeline dictates that they are one day before the battle. So they're currently stalled.
The battle itself started with Hazim leading a volley against the elves, in which they returned, the distraction allowed the other focal characters to move in, to either kill or capture the Prince, whomever gets there first I would suppose.
During this time, Mundhir was being attacked by these, things, whatever you wanted to call them - he'd know. And passed out into a weird trance from the venom leaving him, and currently he's undergoing a psyche break in his own vision by figuring out the truths of all his beliefs and his own God. A new character was introduced here: Dreha, who is currently doing what she can to protect him.
At this moment, Tarwin has managed to sneak into the camp and don for elvish armour to blend in [a pattern, I tell you] while Kylmi and Shorus fight their own way through, by traps and by other means. Kylmi receives injury during this time but bares it and uses her temporary Kelpie mount: Bones, to find way to a meeting point, There she and Shorus plan to capture the Mad Prince to interrogate him. Oh and Hazim and the Mamalukes are currently being assaulted again by the elves [Elderborne], the gradual retreat did not go too well.
Aaand I think that's about it, for details you can kind of skim over what everyone has written, but that should catch you up at least. Do you have any ideas of how your character might be introduced?
Stefan0620 said
Might want to make another character. Golem, kinda a Dragon age shale knock off. Can we work that in? Mundir/someone could activate it. Sentientish. Work or no? I've wanted to do a character with a golom for an extremely long time.
I approve of this. I've been wanting it for a long time now!
Also, I don't know when, but I'll be posting sometime today.
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