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Adelon: Steeling the Faith [Open!]

@Vena Sera I figured it was pugbutter in the same way peanuts make peanut butter....

Adelon: Steeling the Faith [Open!]

@pugbutter Oh hello there. *sees you lurking*

Pariah Online: Prologue [ closed ]

@Ozerath yes, yes you had. Thael has been specifically mewmewssaged for sure. <3

The Westminster League Of Extraordinary Individuals (WWII Superhero Spy RP)

Izkry did his best to keep things from becoming too tense. He encouraged their various teammates to speak of things they liked, worries that were entirely unrelated to the war, things they were fond of, and all the things that, he hoped, would help them to think of themselves as a team and not a bunch of strangers thrown together. Talking grew harder when they reached the higher altitudes, but it wasn't bad enough for him to abandon the effort. It became quite cold as well, and he was glad of the warm coat and gloves Belasý insisted he wear. He tried a couple times to speak to her softly, but she'd retreated into her own thoughts, and made no effort to respond.

For her part, she was paying attention more or less to the conversation, but focused far more on what was to come. When the copilot said it was time to jump, she did not hesitate for even an instant. She had her harness off even before he had opened the door to the roaring wind, and as soon as Ms. Dubois was out the door she was moving to follow.

Izkry shook his head. "I'll see you all on the ground!" he shouted, and then with a deep breath to steady his nerves he leaped after. Wind rushed past his ears, and he was glad of the goggles that protected his eyes. The city below was dark, even though he knew it was there, and it was hard to make out any features of the land. Bel might be able to make out something, her vision was a bit better than his, but he wasn't sure of that. Either way, he tilted himself to plummet after the barely visible outline of his sister. The drop wasn't so bad. Sort of fun, if you didn't think about what was coming. After all, it wasn't falling that killed you. It was hitting the ground.

TTL: The Final Hazard OOC

*watches her motivation flee*

Someone help me catch my muse again? =/ I don't like winter.

The Westminster League Of Extraordinary Individuals (WWII Superhero Spy RP)

I ended up getting attacked by several days at once. Posting tomorrow for certain. <3

Pariah Online: Prologue [ closed ]

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Elian Zefra
_{LOCALE // City of Thorinn: Guild of Acquisitions, Lefig Lawn
TIME // early afternoon, morning}

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Elian Zefra waved the messenger feyling off. The small furry creatures were terribly convenient for sending messages. Summoned with a simple spell, they could be sent to just about anyone, and were able to pass on whatever message was dictated to them. Of course they didn’t like battlezones, but once received they could be recalled at a better time. The dismissed feyling arrowed up into the sky, fading from merely translucent to entirely invisible as it sped off. It was the last she needed to send, letting a few different friends she’d messaged earlier know that she’d arrived. She was glad to step down from the rune-covered Gate platform and head into the town proper. This was the starting place, if she wanted to go on a raid to the new dungeon that had popped up nearby. It was unusually close to the town, and that meant the monsters emerging from it would be a real hazard to them. Elian’d heard little else from the NPCs since it’d happened, and it sounded like it’d be good to take on. Besides, Thorinn wasn’t too much of a trip from where she’d been already, when the general announcement went out. And she’d finally felt like another large group run after the total mess of the last raid she’d been in. That one had been an absolute disaster, and had put her off dungeon raids for quite some time. Honestly, @#$%ing n00bs! It wouldn’t have been so bad, but the guy with the fancy weapons he didn’t know how to use had thought his shiny gear meant he knew everything. It didn’t, but he got angry when people didn’t want to follow stupid directions, and she hadn’t been the only one hollering invective by the end of /that/ run. She was just glad they’d had a few different healers, because otherwise it’d’ve been a TPK.

Lefig Lawn was busy and full of noise as she passed by, as always. It didn’t really have an official designation, but the open grass near the Guild of Acquisitions, on the other side from the town square, was the place most people looking for a group gravitated to. The name had actually come from the standard acronym: LFG, or Lefig. Each town had something similar by their branch of the Guild. Some enterprising fellow a while back had installed tall poles topped with flags in one such location for various local runs, as well as a couple generic ones. The other places had quickly followed suit, providing some semblance of order to what had previously been total chaos. Invariably there were as many clueless idiots as competent players, but Elian hoped to weed out the worst of them by coordinating her own raid.

She flicked a quick gesture to activated her channel earring, and she found it was still of local chatter about the dungeon. A sign to flip over to Tyhrien’s channel brought similar soft voices to her ear. To be expected from the fraternity traditionally characterized as knights errant and the like. Speaking of, Elian hoped Hawkwood and Thael showed. The sign to check incoming feylings yielded nothing new, and she flicked the amulet's connection off as she stepped into the Guild of Acquisitions. The place was a wide and rather squat building made of light brick with dark wood accents, and the large double doors looked deceptively heavy. Inside, the main lobby had a high ceiling to compensate, letting it keep a sense of space. It didn’t take long for one of the NPCs to wave her over. She was pleased to see it was someone she knew. She’d yet to encounter two that looked the same -- an amazing attention to detail for such a sprawling game.

“Hey, Lisette, how’s it going?” Elian greeted the blonde lady with a grin.

“Well enough, thank you -- aside from the new dungeon. So why did you come by?”

“Why d’you think? I’ve been hearing nothing but stuff about the new place for...how long’s it been now?”

“Just a day or two,” Lisette supplied immediately. “It’s dangerous, you know. So many monsters coming out of there! Even the best scouts haven’t been able to get in, so information’s spotty at best.”

“Alright, then just let me take a look at what you have, please? Any raids forming yet?”

“You got it,” the guilder replied, turning to go through a drawer, brisk and businesslike as always. “And a couple, but nothing cohesive, as usual. I would have thought you outsiders a bit more proactive, given how eager you all normally are, but nobody seems to be taking this threat seriously.”

“Well, I know a few people who might help change that. And nothing draws a crowd like a healer.” Elian smiled absently as she looked over the notes, which were indeed lacking a lot of information. “I’ll need a couple hours to let people show up, but we should be able to head out by tomorrow. Don’t worry, we got this. Here, gimme a sheet and I’ll give you something to put up.”

Shortly thereafter, Elian headed back out to grab some supplies, and then found herself a nice open spot. She practiced her dancing daily, barring all but the very worst of circumstances, and this day would be no different. She did her usual series of warmups, and then she set out a dish for tips and went into a proper routine. Since joining, she’d started focusing IRL on ones that used fans, because she might as well make use of them. She'd have the rest of the day to chill, but there was no reason not to make a little money first.

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After spending the night at a nearby inn, she returned to Lefig the following morning, noting a new flagpole had been put up in the interim. That was where she headed, listening with half an ear to local communication. She’d made sure to arrive early, and she was the first there, but she didn’t expect that to last long. She’d not specified that she was a healer, but her name and appearance were not exactly obscure enough that nobody would know. Elian hoped a few of the other healers she’d sent messages to showed. Even the ones that did healing on the side would be a huge help for a raid like this. Beyond that, she was keeping an eye out for a few folks in particular, and then whoever looked like they would be able to hold their own. The dungeon was waiting.

Adelon: Steeling the Faith [Open!]

Amuné glared back at Taliya. She didn't understand why the Church would be bad now...that didn't fit what she'd been taught at all, what everyone always said. But that was the Church -- it had to be, not the Saints, not her Saints. "Saving people doesn't mean you get to be mean," she grumbled. The following explanation only made vague sense, and her gut wanted to deny it. The royal family was only stories, the Church more an idea than an actual organization of actual people. She didn't know about working for the Church meaning that someone wasn't brave, but they certainly weren't good. /Hunting/ Magi, though? Why?!

She couldn't fathom that, couldn't quite fit it into her worldview. She tried -- there was no good reason for the mean lady to be lying, was there? And she seemed sincere, and maybe just fed up with how things were. ...Could it be true? What did that mean if it was? "Why would they go after Magi?" she asked softly, trying to understand. "How does that help anyone? Why do so many people hate them? Magi aren't bad people -- most of the ones I know are nice. How does k-killing Magi help them be in charge? Can't...can't the king do something? I mean, he's supposed to protect Adelon, isn't he? Why didn't he? Did...did bad Church people hurt him and his family too? Is that why?" There was so much that didn't make sense, so many things that slipped through her mental grasp like a wriggling fish she couldn't hold on to. "There's still good Church people, right? It can't be all of them. Some must still be following the Saints properly...."

As she trailed off, the child turned her thoughts inward. When things didn't make sense, or when they were overwhelming, she instinctively turned to the Saints, and now she sent up a prayer. Let her be strong. Let her find a way to face this. Help her figure out what she should do. And above all...Let her find her parents soon. Please, please.

With Ethan regaining his composure, and fears crowding their way into her head, now that she didn't really have a purpose for anger, the girl found herself focusing on the unpleasant possibilities. She looked up at the young man, one hand tugging gently at his shirt. "Ethan...Ethan, do you think...?" She shuddered again, and couldn't quite put the words together. "The Church...my parents...do you think...?" Amuné glanced over at the two that had come to their rescue, before quickly hiding her face in Ethan's shirt. If the Church was going after Magi.... Her mother trusted them implicitly, and would have no reservations about talking to them, trying to get help from them. Even using her magic in front of them. Her father less so, but if he was injured, that would be where the girl's mom would tend to seek help. Healers worked for the Church as often as not. What if--

The Westminster League Of Extraordinary Individuals (WWII Superhero Spy RP)

@Lady Selune Hey, no problem. Shame more folks didn't wanna post to answer Izkry, but maybe it wouldn't have been more than something really short. People should put in before jumping. I can get a post done...probably not today, but likely tomorrow or the day after~

Adelon: Steeling the Faith [Open!]

@Mogtaki okay~