Solace

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I'll definitely have a post up sometime today.

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Might get league tomorrow. Prepare thyself.

@Jedly

No.

I'm bored.
I have a speech to give tomorrow, and conveniently enough, I have a sore throat that's only getting worse. :v

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I'm having a bad League of Legends day. :/

@TwilightDragon

scrab

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Jix Moros

[@TwilightDragon]

"Jix Moros is the name," he replied, introducing himself and motioning his head as if he were tipping a hat. "Just your everyday soldier, sweetie. I'm from around these parts, just a lil' more south from here."

The thoughts of home rushed into Jix's mind, drawing a small frown. "Yeah, home's down there, in that territory..."

If the rumors of terror being used to subjugate the population who disagreed with the secession in the south were true, Jix prayed that his family was safe from it. "Anyway," his smile gleamed once more. "My family tends the ranch I was born on. I've got a younger brother, he should be comin' up on fifteen now."

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Altan

[@TwilightDragon] [@Oblivion666]

Boredom.

A simple word to summarize the trip from Altan's perspective. As much as he wanted time to pass in order to get closer to his son, he was unsure if the entire operation would be a breeze like he had been frequently told.

Sure, it would have been believable if only a small portion of the country had rebelled, but all of the southern districts? They made up nearly a third of Cliace, and if they were that inclined to separate forcefully, only an idiot would say that some form of armed conflict was impossible from happening. Once more, the thought of Beorc being strange creatures resurfaced; how they could be so adamant about their ideals confused him. They were the only race that actively deceived and killed one another for their beliefs; murderers, thieves, criminals, almost all of them were Beorc. Though, he could not pin all of the sins on the other race; he himself could not recall how many people he had killed for the sake of attaining fame during his mercenary years. It was as if all life was parasitic in nature.

Though, unlike everyone else, Altan acknowledged this flaw, and accepted it. There was nothing else to live for in the world except for his son, and he would do anything to make sure that he would get him back, even if it meant having to rip the Emperor into pieces with his own bare hands.

Altan's venture eventually led him back to the large campfire at the center of the encampment. Having seen the rest of the camp, he was actually astonished by the brevity in the soldiers' work. "Wow, pretty impressive," he complimented as he took a seat by the fire, looking around as he sensed his kin. One was close, though there were Laguz scattered all over the camp. It didn't matter much to him if he found another one, anyway; he was technically no longer Laguz, and he wasn't there to make friends.

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[@Demous]

It was unexpected, but Pogs burst out in laughter.

"I ain't so sure we need your little weapons," Pogs hefted the blade over his shoulder. "After all, she and I," he pointed to Diamanda. "Are soldiers of the Cliacian Army, the most well-equipped army in the country!"

Obviously, it was a baseless statement, but Pogs liked to boast, anyway. "Now, if you ain't got any business with us, I would take your horse back up north. The south's a dangerous place right now, they're taking roamers like you hostage."

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Hi, disappeared for a few days, needed a break but I'm back. Gonna post in the IC later today, but before that, just gonna throw the NPC character sheet of Deacon in here. Since he's an NPC, it'll be very brief.

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OC: Ignis Stupeo Scientia, Final Fantasy XV

Information

Height: 5'11

Hair Color: Black

Eye Color: Gray

Complexion: Fair

Body Composition: Lean

Name: Deacon Excellen, 36th Emperor of Cliace

Age: Thirty-nine years old.

Race: Beorc

Gender: Male

Affinity: Anima

Class: Emperor [Swordmaster]

Personality:

• Dislikes violence greatly, advocate for peaceful negotiation
• Highly intelligent, able to easily read people's traits
• Charismatic and influential speaker
• Supports equality of Laguz and Beorc
• Selfless, often represents the will of the people
• Is criticized for being too open-minded and considerate for others

Biography:

• Descendant of Ffænir, the first ruler of Cliace
• Youngest person to ever rule Cliace
• Only son of the previous emperor, Sinclair
• Was against his father's ideologies of Beorc superiority
• Often left the palace to mingle among the common folk
• His father drained the country's funds to bolster the military
• Forced his father to abdicate the throne at the age of sixteen, exiling him from the country
• Froze military funding and took from the royal family's reserve to revitalize the country's economy
• His rule has been dubbed as the country's golden age
• Focused efforts mainly on eliminating poverty, resulting in the lack of focus on other matters
• With Laguz rights low on his list of priorities, the southern districts rebelled as a result, unaware of the amount of work he has actually done
• Is now fearing a large-scale civil war, torn between the completion of fixing the economy and focusing on Laguz rights

Equipment: None.

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[@Jedly] [@Bornlucky] [@hatakekuro] [@RainDash]

Altan

Why were Beorc such small creatures?

The thought never occurred to Altan over the years, but when it did, it slightly bothered him. By the time he was fifteen years old, he was already over six feet tall. The question of the frailty in Beorc physicality frequented his mind, and once more, he began to ponder as he walked past the twig.

It looked as if the winds threatened to carry it with its current, but the stick was able to talk. He was able to discern, from the stick's voice, that it was a young boy. He prayed that his son would not be a stick when he grew up.

Yet another oddity struck Altan as another boy sprung from the same wagon, seemingly challenging the military's order to distribute food and water. He wanted to laugh at the boy's words; it seemed as if the boy was blinded by his brazenness. "In case you didn't notice, the only thing roaming these plains for the last day has been you dolts."

It was amazing how fairly common ignorance was among the Beorc. Just as Altan left to venture around the camp, one of the fliers from above came up to them and began offering him food and water. He chuckled as he strolled away, roaming around. There was no point in sleeping if he wasn't tired.

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[@TwilightDragon]

Jix Moros

As the great crimson fire came to life and its flames lit up the entirety of the encampment, Jix overheard scattered chatter from the volunteers who were filing out of their wagons and walking about, settling themselves. It did not come as a surprise to Jix; unlike his trainee years, they were allowed to converse and roam around the camp freely.

The first brutal regiment that Jix endured had his platoon stranded in the density of the northern forests, with nothing but a wooden shaft that was once a spear. Nobody had spoken a single word to one another for the first two days, but the innate instincts to coexist and look after each other supplemented the lack of communication. For a period of two weeks, they braved the wilderness; arriving as strangers young in age but old in spirit, they returned as a cohesive unit with a proven potential to serve the Emperor.

"Oi, Moros," one of the soldiers from his platoon who stood opposite of him briefly pointed behind Jix, a grain of wheat bobbing with half a smirk. "That your sweetheart from home?"

"Least I do got a lass waitin' for me back home, Pogs." Joined by short chitchat and light laughter from the other soldiers around the fire, Jix scoffed with a small smile underneath his helmet as he approached the woman.

"Your horse, sweetie?" Jix removed his helmet, shaking his head and wiping the sweat from his face. He looked over his shoulder and back at Pogs, motioning for him. "Fetch her young buck, Pogs."

Pogs looked at Jix oddly, running a hand through his wiry hair. "A what?"

Jix sighed. "Horse, Pogs."

"Man, you gotta speak Common like that, I don't understand a damn.." Pogs iterated to himself as the soldier shuffled away from the campfire, returning moments later with the woman's horse.

"Here you are, miss." Pogs turned over the reins of the horse to the woman. "They call me Pogs around these parts. What-"

Just as Pogs went to finish his greeting, the raspy voice belonging to the leader of the convoy came from a close distance. "Pogs, join the patrol outside the camp! The rest of you, settle the volunteers."

"You heard the captain. G'night, Pogs." Jix playfully placed a fist on Pogs' bicep, pretending to push the soldier to his post. As Pogs sighed from the interruption, Jix bent over to pick up his helmet, holding it under his arm and observing the horse. "Mighty fine stallion, he looks like the ones I raised on the farm."

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[@RainDash] [@Demous]
Pogs had been dozing off until he heard a commotion. Sighing, he picked himself up, joining the volunteers and the flier who were already attending to the situation. "What's going about over here?"

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OK, I'm here for real now. I'll get to writing a post, immediately! Sorry for the hold-up.

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Finished my graduation project... smooth sailing after I give my speech about terrorism....

my face

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Probably the same case with him, as well.

I'd say there would only be a handful of the fliers since it isn't an invasion force, or anything.

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Hello.

I'm alive, everyone. My mom's fine, too; her arm is just in extreme pain because she's old, and works almost twelve hours a day at a nail salon. Of course, I'm always worried about how hard she works because of her age and all, but she's going to take a few days off to try and recover before coming back to work.

I'll also be leaving to go to my cousin's house in the city today, since his grandpa is in the hospital and I'd like to check up on him.

In the mean time, since everything is okay now, I'm back on.

@Bornlucky
Diamanda could be part of a squadron of peg. knights that were the convoy's eye in the sky in order to inform them to avoid any threats or things that would hinder travel before they got to it, but since it's nighttime, they can come back down.