By the way Leon I've just noticed you listed Sattori's attacker as a half-elf... Alaira (freeshooters character) is the half-elf, not mine...
Auriel is full blooded and looks it. Oh and she went with a dagger, no beating crossed her mind, but that might not have been entirely evident from Jenna's vantage point so thats fine.
Minor mistake, but worth noting, people might look at Jenna funny if the topic of having attacked Satori comes up with Alaira, given that Alaira looks nothing like Auriel.
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I disagree, one of the RPs I'm in only got better after its reboot.
I would also argue that we are virtually dead here already. As far I can tell, something like half the crew have either dropped or never followed through with their application.
On the other hand, those of us still here are dedicated to keeping this running, and at least a few of us keep in contact outside of Tempest and so can bug each other to get their acts together. I have confidance that a reboot wont kill anything but the problems.
I would also argue that we are virtually dead here already. As far I can tell, something like half the crew have either dropped or never followed through with their application.
On the other hand, those of us still here are dedicated to keeping this running, and at least a few of us keep in contact outside of Tempest and so can bug each other to get their acts together. I have confidance that a reboot wont kill anything but the problems.
Oh and the other thing that can be more smoothly fixed with a reboot is the pideon-holing a few characters are suffering from, Astridh for example. I know Ellri wants to broaden her areas of expertise a bit.
Oh and something that has occured to me now is that perhaps the first mission should take place entirely aboard ship, that way everyone gets to know each toher and has to rely on each other beyond the normally very seperate groups the characters fall into.
Like getting boarded or something...
Oh and something that has occured to me now is that perhaps the first mission should take place entirely aboard ship, that way everyone gets to know each toher and has to rely on each other beyond the normally very seperate groups the characters fall into.
Like getting boarded or something...
I think that perhaps the relaunch might be a better idea, it allows us to more seamlessly sort out the things that have cropped up thus far.
Things like the bridge situation and the command changes and droppouts in the ground team.
I'm with you 100% of the way, as you know.
Things like the bridge situation and the command changes and droppouts in the ground team.
I'm with you 100% of the way, as you know.
Xyden sat in silence and watched as the events transpired, Leith largely forgotten by his side. All manner of abilities were cast about the room, some less than comfortable like the Cryomancy demonstration and some largely inconsequential to Xyden. He was waiting for the Hydromancy demonstration. When fiends resembling biped versions of the rare hellfish emerged from the air Xyden distinctly regretted not bringing his trident to the dinner, but no sooner had he risen to his full stature than the ground erupted with landweed-roots that swarmed and constricted like a Naga’s coils. As quickly as they came into being, the walking hellfish were gone.
It eventually registered in his mind that the Leith Land-Strider had named him the winner of the ‘wager’ and wondered off. It meant little to him, though he did commit to memory the fact that he was now owed a favour. That could prove useful later. Then came the Psychomancy demonstration. The world seemed to fall away as visions of another place, another time, assaulted his mind. He did not how, but somehow this teacher was drawing visions of the Naga goddesses into being, and the sight was a terrifying one. Somehow though, it felt like a memory that was not his. When it was all over, a shiver ran through his fins and body, chilling him to the core. This was something he’d have to think about later, maybe he’d be able to interpret it more once he was in the water again.
When he looked around he noticed there was quite a commotion in the room. It seemed like it was dying down though, and he realised that whatever had happened, he had been in the grip of the vision through most of it, and if the others had also been assaulted with such a thing it was faster for them. He had awoken in time to see the final paired demonstration though. Liquids of all colours flowed from their containers and filled the air, weaving in currents more complex than even the most complicated of ocean currents and all the more spectacular for being easily visible. Xyden marveled at the spectacle, and even as part of him appreciated the beauty of it, another part of his mind was assessing the tactical and strategic benefits of being able to so drastically alter currents within the depths. With the unpredictable might of the ocean tamed and at his heel he could lead a new generation of Ocean Naga expansion and prosperity.
He laughed as he saw the use the Surface Dwellers put it all too, a harsh wet noise escaping from his bestial maw. They had no idea what they had at their command here. With that, he had no further reason to be here. He turned and slithered out of the great hall, getting the attention of one of the golems and following it to his new room.
He was most pleased when he arrived. He opened the door to see a wall of water, no doubt held back by runes, the interior of the watery environment lit by small fluorescent plants as well as a facsimile of one of the volcanic vents that heated the Naga city. He slithered into the wall of water, and as his body entered the water he was struck with the familiar feelings of lightened weight and the ability to move freely and easily in any direction. He hadn’t realised how good these were until now, now that he’d been without for so long. The water was warm and flowing as he swam. He’d never felt more alive.
It eventually registered in his mind that the Leith Land-Strider had named him the winner of the ‘wager’ and wondered off. It meant little to him, though he did commit to memory the fact that he was now owed a favour. That could prove useful later. Then came the Psychomancy demonstration. The world seemed to fall away as visions of another place, another time, assaulted his mind. He did not how, but somehow this teacher was drawing visions of the Naga goddesses into being, and the sight was a terrifying one. Somehow though, it felt like a memory that was not his. When it was all over, a shiver ran through his fins and body, chilling him to the core. This was something he’d have to think about later, maybe he’d be able to interpret it more once he was in the water again.
When he looked around he noticed there was quite a commotion in the room. It seemed like it was dying down though, and he realised that whatever had happened, he had been in the grip of the vision through most of it, and if the others had also been assaulted with such a thing it was faster for them. He had awoken in time to see the final paired demonstration though. Liquids of all colours flowed from their containers and filled the air, weaving in currents more complex than even the most complicated of ocean currents and all the more spectacular for being easily visible. Xyden marveled at the spectacle, and even as part of him appreciated the beauty of it, another part of his mind was assessing the tactical and strategic benefits of being able to so drastically alter currents within the depths. With the unpredictable might of the ocean tamed and at his heel he could lead a new generation of Ocean Naga expansion and prosperity.
He laughed as he saw the use the Surface Dwellers put it all too, a harsh wet noise escaping from his bestial maw. They had no idea what they had at their command here. With that, he had no further reason to be here. He turned and slithered out of the great hall, getting the attention of one of the golems and following it to his new room.
He was most pleased when he arrived. He opened the door to see a wall of water, no doubt held back by runes, the interior of the watery environment lit by small fluorescent plants as well as a facsimile of one of the volcanic vents that heated the Naga city. He slithered into the wall of water, and as his body entered the water he was struck with the familiar feelings of lightened weight and the ability to move freely and easily in any direction. He hadn’t realised how good these were until now, now that he’d been without for so long. The water was warm and flowing as he swam. He’d never felt more alive.
I don't think Zanna will die like that... At first.
Nyiss will keep her chained up and make use of her for much longer before that even comes close to happening....
Nyiss will keep her chained up and make use of her for much longer before that even comes close to happening....
Thats some awesome music you found there Dervs.
I still exist!
I still exist!
Auriel looked down at the strange blue Snow Elf that had crashed rather uncermoniously into her. She was clearly extremely drunk. Apparently she was also Auriels new roommate. She didn't know wether the rooms were assigned arbitrarily or chosen, so for the moment she believed the snow elf. She'd had a few herself, and wasn't really feeling like argueing, especially not with someone half her size. Not to mention the pollen was starting to kick in and lighten her previously murderous mood.
"Thanks, I do my best to stay that way..." She said in reply to the compliment. "Alright then Aramir, I don't suppose you know where our room actually is?" She stood with crossed arms looking down at the snow elf awaiting an answer, assuming the Elf was coherant enough to give one.
Aramir shook her head, giggling. "Nope. But one of the stone-life-given-thingys should! What's-his-face said to just tell them our names and they would lead us to our rooms." To accent her point, Aramir gestured towards one of the Golems that hadn't been taken by the other students eager to get to their dorm rooms as well. The drunk Snow Elf, glanced dubiously at the rapidly diminishing amount of Golems in the hallway. "We should probably grab one of them before they're all gone and we have to wander the halls. That would be bad. I think." She giggled again, picking herself up and giving an unsteady 'lead on' gesture. "After you."
It was always polite to let the prettier woman go first. And entertaining, for some reason. Aramir's giggling fest didn't seem to be stopping anytime soon. The full cup of Dragon Spite had gone straight above the alcohol levels her small body could take quite quickly. It was a fun experience, at the very least!
Auriel smirked at the elfs giggling, for some reason the snow elfs size and mirth made her feel more like a child again. "Well come on, follow me." She almost skipped her way to the nearest golem and said cheerfully "Auriel. I don't know if I have a room yet. Can you take me to one?" The Golems stony features seemed to curl into a scowl when it saw Aramir trailing behind her. "Come onnnn..... For me?" It shook its head in defeat and started striding slowly down the hallway. Auriel looked back at the little elven woman behind her. "Come on! Just so you know, I'm not carrying you if you cant keep up." The mishaps of the Dining hall were already being forgotten as a sense of adventure she hadn't felt in a long time returned to her.
Aramir waved cheerily at the Golem as it scowled at her, unabashed that she had returned so soon after it had gotten rid of her. At least this time she had come with a friend. Her giggling resumed at Auriel's beseeching the Golem, so much so that she almost missed the two of them heading off. She began following. Following is the polite way to describe it. Stumbling and barely avoiding crashing into the rest of the local student population would be more of a true description.
"I can't say I'm not disappointed." She replied in a singsong voice to Auriel. Being carried by the other Elf was a very appealing prospect, for some odd reason. She was silent for the rest of the relatively short trip. She thought it was short at least. Her sense of time seemed to be just as impaired as her skill in the fine art of walking in a straight line. Too her credit, she did avoid crashing into Auriel again when the Forest Elf stopped. The Golem quickly left, it's duty done. "You know, I never did get your name." Aramir said as she attempted to lead the way into the room. Attempted, because the door handle was far above her reach. Defeated, she glanced backwards at Auriel, good humor temporarily ruined. "I need the help of someone taller than me..."
Auriel laughed at the ridiculousness of the situation as the little elf tried to jump for the door handle. "My names Auriel" She said when she recovered. "I really hope we can get this door fixed for you or i'll have to follow you around whenever you leave." She said grinning from ear to ear. The door handle was easy for her tog et to of course, and she let them both in, giving Aramir a bit of a push to hurry her along. The rooms seemed quite dull, in fact the only decoration seemed to be an elaborate pattern on the wall just inside the door, one on each side. "Whats that?" She said pointing at it.
Despite her attempts to scowl at Auriel for her laughter, it was infectious. Soon enough, she was giggling along with the Forest Elf. The only difference being that Auriel got control of herself far sooner than Aramir did, the push helping, if only because she had to stumble and concentrate on not falling. She was still grinning about itwhen the other Elf pointed to the designs on either side of the doorway. Aramir's grin faded slightly, apparently even alcohol and pollen wasn't enough to completely stop memories from affecting her.
"Oh, those? They're the symbol of my Family in the Tribe. Like the one on the back of my vest." She turned around and gestured for Auriel's benefit. "Every tent has them painted on either side. It's almost like home...except it needs..." Glancing over as she trailed off, she grinned again. In a corner, there was a Snow Elf sized area that seemed to be a workstation of some sort. There was a holder full of shafts without heads, a place to put up her bow, a sewing kit, a makeshift work bench, everything a hunter in the Frozen Plains would have needed.
Unbeknownst to Aramir, the room had steadily gotten colder since they walked in. While it would not be approaching the lethal levels of the Frozen Plains, it would certainly be uncomfortable for someone used to warmer temperatures very quickly.
Auriel was quickly beginning to shiver. The room was getting cold. Very cold. She hadn't felt like this since crossing the mountians out of Ghannos. She looked at her side of the room then, wondering if maybe there was something she could wrap around her to warm up. She was quite surprised to see a number of things she'd apparently missed on the first look - a wide bed in the style of her homeland, a small barrel of the type that held wood-elven wine with several glasses next to it and a dresser for clothing that even had a place to store her axe. The floor was carved into the leaf pattern commonly used as decoration in Ghannos and when she walked there it didn't seem quite as bitingly cold, though it was still not comfortable.
"Hey Aramir... why is it so cold?" She said while she was looking around for something heavier to wrap around her. Unfortunately int he temperate wood elven lands the covers of beds were quite thin, meant only to retain modesty rather than kep warmth in.
As Auriel spoke, Aramir glanced up from her exploration of her little work area. Genuine bemusement on her face. "It's cold?" Then she noticed the Forest Elf's shivering, and it clicked in place. Albeit slowly and haphazardly. "Oh! You're not me. Not used to the cold as I am. And the room must be responding to me on temperatures, rather than you. So..." She shrugged helplessly. Even if she hadn't been drunk, figuring out how to make the temperature more roommate friendly wasn't something she would have been adept at. Wandering over, she looked in minor shock at the bed covers. "How...how do you keep warm at all with those? They're so thin!" She gestured towards the bed covers, unable to understand. Unfortunately, that move unbalanced her more than she was prepared for, and she sat down rather abruptly on the bed.
"Auriels immediate reply was "Ghannos is warm. I don't need to worry...." She sat down next to Aramir on her bed then and put her arms around the little elf. "Just for your warmth..." She said. The Snow Elf was definitely warm, despite the name of her kind, and Auriel found herself leaning closer.
"It can't be that-" Aramir was suddenly cut off as Auriel hugged her. Given their disportionate sizes, Aramir's head was hugged against her roommate's bosom. Now, normally, Aramir would have gone redder than she had ever gone before, and tried to pull away. As it was however, a variety of thoughts and ideas went through her mind, and all of them were decidedly against pulling away. As she felt the Forest Elf leaning in, Aramir looked up to see Auriel's face drawing closer. More specifically, her lips. An idea popped into the Snow Elf's head, and the last shred of common sense screamed at her not to do it. Alas, that bit of common sense couldn't reach the haze Aramir's mind was in.
Which is why she tilted her head upwards, and kissed the much taller Forest Elf as soon as she was within range.
Auriel was struck with surprise when her roommate suddenly decided to kiss her. She'd never denied a good kiss though, and she wasn't going to start now surprise or no. Instead she leaned further down and returned the kiss. She brought her legs up onto the bed and turned as she did so, keeping Aramir close for the warmth. When she finally broke off the kiss she spoke quietly, keeping Aramir as close to her as possible. "You're a good kisser... Better than most of the men I've had..."
It would be a lie to say that Aramir wasn't startled, in some place of her mind, that Auriel was actually returning the kiss, rather than recoiling. Regardless, she enjoyed it, until the Forest Elf broke it. She blinked, breathing slightly harder than normal as she continued to stare up at Auriel, registering only briefly their closeness. "Th-thank you." Aramir replied, blushing. She didn't really know where to go from here. Sure, there had been others in her tribe who had caught her eye and tried to catch hers, but as times grew leaner by the day, there wasn't really any time to acknowledge those feelings, much less act upon them.
Having nothing else to draw upon, Aramir just went with her desire. Which was to kiss Auriel again and do more. She drew herself upwards once more, kissing Auriel. As she did so, her hands wandered across the Forest Elf's form fitting top, looking for something to begin removing it. It wasn't long before she found what she was looking for and began undoing the knots.
Auriel felt hands roaming across her back as she continued to kiss the Aramir, she knew what was going to happen next. Then it hit her - she didn't know. She'd never been with another woman before. That didn't pertube her though, and she simply kept gonig as she normally would. She'd make it up as she went along were things were different. She was much faster than Aramir with her hands, and it took only moments for her to remove the small elfs clothes.
"Thanks, I do my best to stay that way..." She said in reply to the compliment. "Alright then Aramir, I don't suppose you know where our room actually is?" She stood with crossed arms looking down at the snow elf awaiting an answer, assuming the Elf was coherant enough to give one.
Aramir shook her head, giggling. "Nope. But one of the stone-life-given-thingys should! What's-his-face said to just tell them our names and they would lead us to our rooms." To accent her point, Aramir gestured towards one of the Golems that hadn't been taken by the other students eager to get to their dorm rooms as well. The drunk Snow Elf, glanced dubiously at the rapidly diminishing amount of Golems in the hallway. "We should probably grab one of them before they're all gone and we have to wander the halls. That would be bad. I think." She giggled again, picking herself up and giving an unsteady 'lead on' gesture. "After you."
It was always polite to let the prettier woman go first. And entertaining, for some reason. Aramir's giggling fest didn't seem to be stopping anytime soon. The full cup of Dragon Spite had gone straight above the alcohol levels her small body could take quite quickly. It was a fun experience, at the very least!
Auriel smirked at the elfs giggling, for some reason the snow elfs size and mirth made her feel more like a child again. "Well come on, follow me." She almost skipped her way to the nearest golem and said cheerfully "Auriel. I don't know if I have a room yet. Can you take me to one?" The Golems stony features seemed to curl into a scowl when it saw Aramir trailing behind her. "Come onnnn..... For me?" It shook its head in defeat and started striding slowly down the hallway. Auriel looked back at the little elven woman behind her. "Come on! Just so you know, I'm not carrying you if you cant keep up." The mishaps of the Dining hall were already being forgotten as a sense of adventure she hadn't felt in a long time returned to her.
Aramir waved cheerily at the Golem as it scowled at her, unabashed that she had returned so soon after it had gotten rid of her. At least this time she had come with a friend. Her giggling resumed at Auriel's beseeching the Golem, so much so that she almost missed the two of them heading off. She began following. Following is the polite way to describe it. Stumbling and barely avoiding crashing into the rest of the local student population would be more of a true description.
"I can't say I'm not disappointed." She replied in a singsong voice to Auriel. Being carried by the other Elf was a very appealing prospect, for some odd reason. She was silent for the rest of the relatively short trip. She thought it was short at least. Her sense of time seemed to be just as impaired as her skill in the fine art of walking in a straight line. Too her credit, she did avoid crashing into Auriel again when the Forest Elf stopped. The Golem quickly left, it's duty done. "You know, I never did get your name." Aramir said as she attempted to lead the way into the room. Attempted, because the door handle was far above her reach. Defeated, she glanced backwards at Auriel, good humor temporarily ruined. "I need the help of someone taller than me..."
Auriel laughed at the ridiculousness of the situation as the little elf tried to jump for the door handle. "My names Auriel" She said when she recovered. "I really hope we can get this door fixed for you or i'll have to follow you around whenever you leave." She said grinning from ear to ear. The door handle was easy for her tog et to of course, and she let them both in, giving Aramir a bit of a push to hurry her along. The rooms seemed quite dull, in fact the only decoration seemed to be an elaborate pattern on the wall just inside the door, one on each side. "Whats that?" She said pointing at it.
Despite her attempts to scowl at Auriel for her laughter, it was infectious. Soon enough, she was giggling along with the Forest Elf. The only difference being that Auriel got control of herself far sooner than Aramir did, the push helping, if only because she had to stumble and concentrate on not falling. She was still grinning about itwhen the other Elf pointed to the designs on either side of the doorway. Aramir's grin faded slightly, apparently even alcohol and pollen wasn't enough to completely stop memories from affecting her.
"Oh, those? They're the symbol of my Family in the Tribe. Like the one on the back of my vest." She turned around and gestured for Auriel's benefit. "Every tent has them painted on either side. It's almost like home...except it needs..." Glancing over as she trailed off, she grinned again. In a corner, there was a Snow Elf sized area that seemed to be a workstation of some sort. There was a holder full of shafts without heads, a place to put up her bow, a sewing kit, a makeshift work bench, everything a hunter in the Frozen Plains would have needed.
Unbeknownst to Aramir, the room had steadily gotten colder since they walked in. While it would not be approaching the lethal levels of the Frozen Plains, it would certainly be uncomfortable for someone used to warmer temperatures very quickly.
Auriel was quickly beginning to shiver. The room was getting cold. Very cold. She hadn't felt like this since crossing the mountians out of Ghannos. She looked at her side of the room then, wondering if maybe there was something she could wrap around her to warm up. She was quite surprised to see a number of things she'd apparently missed on the first look - a wide bed in the style of her homeland, a small barrel of the type that held wood-elven wine with several glasses next to it and a dresser for clothing that even had a place to store her axe. The floor was carved into the leaf pattern commonly used as decoration in Ghannos and when she walked there it didn't seem quite as bitingly cold, though it was still not comfortable.
"Hey Aramir... why is it so cold?" She said while she was looking around for something heavier to wrap around her. Unfortunately int he temperate wood elven lands the covers of beds were quite thin, meant only to retain modesty rather than kep warmth in.
As Auriel spoke, Aramir glanced up from her exploration of her little work area. Genuine bemusement on her face. "It's cold?" Then she noticed the Forest Elf's shivering, and it clicked in place. Albeit slowly and haphazardly. "Oh! You're not me. Not used to the cold as I am. And the room must be responding to me on temperatures, rather than you. So..." She shrugged helplessly. Even if she hadn't been drunk, figuring out how to make the temperature more roommate friendly wasn't something she would have been adept at. Wandering over, she looked in minor shock at the bed covers. "How...how do you keep warm at all with those? They're so thin!" She gestured towards the bed covers, unable to understand. Unfortunately, that move unbalanced her more than she was prepared for, and she sat down rather abruptly on the bed.
"Auriels immediate reply was "Ghannos is warm. I don't need to worry...." She sat down next to Aramir on her bed then and put her arms around the little elf. "Just for your warmth..." She said. The Snow Elf was definitely warm, despite the name of her kind, and Auriel found herself leaning closer.
"It can't be that-" Aramir was suddenly cut off as Auriel hugged her. Given their disportionate sizes, Aramir's head was hugged against her roommate's bosom. Now, normally, Aramir would have gone redder than she had ever gone before, and tried to pull away. As it was however, a variety of thoughts and ideas went through her mind, and all of them were decidedly against pulling away. As she felt the Forest Elf leaning in, Aramir looked up to see Auriel's face drawing closer. More specifically, her lips. An idea popped into the Snow Elf's head, and the last shred of common sense screamed at her not to do it. Alas, that bit of common sense couldn't reach the haze Aramir's mind was in.
Which is why she tilted her head upwards, and kissed the much taller Forest Elf as soon as she was within range.
Auriel was struck with surprise when her roommate suddenly decided to kiss her. She'd never denied a good kiss though, and she wasn't going to start now surprise or no. Instead she leaned further down and returned the kiss. She brought her legs up onto the bed and turned as she did so, keeping Aramir close for the warmth. When she finally broke off the kiss she spoke quietly, keeping Aramir as close to her as possible. "You're a good kisser... Better than most of the men I've had..."
It would be a lie to say that Aramir wasn't startled, in some place of her mind, that Auriel was actually returning the kiss, rather than recoiling. Regardless, she enjoyed it, until the Forest Elf broke it. She blinked, breathing slightly harder than normal as she continued to stare up at Auriel, registering only briefly their closeness. "Th-thank you." Aramir replied, blushing. She didn't really know where to go from here. Sure, there had been others in her tribe who had caught her eye and tried to catch hers, but as times grew leaner by the day, there wasn't really any time to acknowledge those feelings, much less act upon them.
Having nothing else to draw upon, Aramir just went with her desire. Which was to kiss Auriel again and do more. She drew herself upwards once more, kissing Auriel. As she did so, her hands wandered across the Forest Elf's form fitting top, looking for something to begin removing it. It wasn't long before she found what she was looking for and began undoing the knots.
Auriel felt hands roaming across her back as she continued to kiss the Aramir, she knew what was going to happen next. Then it hit her - she didn't know. She'd never been with another woman before. That didn't pertube her though, and she simply kept gonig as she normally would. She'd make it up as she went along were things were different. She was much faster than Aramir with her hands, and it took only moments for her to remove the small elfs clothes.
Except by that age she'll be full Sith.
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