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6 yrs ago
Current Masses are always breeding grounds of psychic epidemics.
6 yrs ago
The highest, most decisive experience is to be alone with one's own self. You must be alone to find out what supports you, when you find that you can not support yourself.
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7 yrs ago
One cannot live from anything except what one is.
7 yrs ago
The slave to virtue finds the way as little as the slave to vices.
7 yrs ago
The core of an individual is the mystery of life, which dies when it is 'grasped'. That is also why symbols want to keep their secrets.

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The Harbinger of Ferocity


Agent of the Wild, Aspect of the Ferine
Nature, red in tooth and claw.

"There is, indeed, no single quality of the cat that man could not emulate to his advantage."
- Carl Van Vechten

I am, at my core, a personification and manifestation of those things whose blood and hearts run red with the ferocity of the animal world. It is this which convicts and controls my works, my writing, my being; the force and guidance in which I gain wisdom from. It is what inspires me as a creator and weaver of words, the very thing I admire as an author.

My leanings, savage as they are, are of the feline sort as there exists no greater lineage of beasts whom can be drawn from. No others captivate and motivate my talent and skill as the greatest of cats do.

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So long as you feel satisfied with the cast of characters, @Cuddle Pot, which thus far seems quite diverse in scope and person. Hopefully the participants stay motivated as they have been.
Out of curiosity, @Cuddle Pot, since this is a high fantasy adventure, how many players are you intending?


As I had reasoned, @Cuddle Pot, and the "sacrifice" of life for life works just well in concept as the symbolic sacrifice of the spell's caster and then of course the recipient themselves. I just wanted to make it an option for those who could potentially lose a character - the chance to be returned once more.

That said, fair enough to take it as approved?
It struck the aging ranger with some surprise that, of all places, the halfling came to her room to inform her of the danger that had befallen the manor rather than trip some ward or alarm to gain the attention of many, if not perhaps all within it. Just as quickly, she questioned why there was no attempt to invade her mind - as this had become a trend - not that she would have easily overcome the aura of mental stability and calm that came with the lioness, but there had previously no lack of time and trying to be had until now. All together this, and at the same time an assailant, brought her to some unease.

The surprise of these combined effects, which then played out upon her face as her worn brow rose its fur, was much more skeptical in appearance than it was in reality; within she really had little idea as to what was or was not even transpiring now. Everything in her wanted to hunt down her enemy, here and now, to eliminate a threat where it potentially was weakest; devoid of many of its magical abilities.

Regardless, the woman's indifference to this event, particularly that she was so idle as to sit on the room's bed rubbed the metaphorical fur the wrong way; Sakaala twitched, the knap of her neck's hairs standing lightly on end. The barrage of things she wanted to say to the psychic, some of which were less than kindly, found themselves withheld as her expression then changed, returning to a more thoughtful and insightful approach. Now was not the time to instruct more tactful efforts.

Before she could speak, the small woman visibly closed her eyes, and the massive bestial woman then shut door as quietly and casually as she could manage; a sly foot, of which supported her enormous weight, sat firm against its path. That door, if there ever was a time to be opened, was not about to find itself so now - not unless a man of immense strength wished it to be, in which case she reasoned the door itself would just splinter to nothingness, and a man of such power was fortunately among her company rather than the enemy's. Then guiding her body so as not to be along the door's path, as her silhouette was anything but small, the warmage carefully drew the blade from its free resting place across her back. Then held in the grasp of her left hand, now the better of the two, it hung quietly - seeming to weigh no more than a quill in the monstrous being's graces despite its scale.

"Regina," She started, eyes never once having left the brown eyed woman across the room despite her careful positioning, "Do tell me which presences come to the door - I would rather not liberate the head of a companion from its place upon their shoulders. All you need do is but nod yes or no."

The padded, worn fingers wrapped tighter about the elven blade's leather grip once she finished speaking; its deadly single edge and angular shape toward its bite meant it struck truer than most upon flesh. Its ominous, almost nonexistent hum when put into motion, made it the sort that favored lethal, clean blows.

Other hand braced, she continued in conversation, hoping that any oncoming eavesdropper would be fooled into thinking no such trap was readied. As simple was it was, to break into the room that was, one would likely not expect immediate danger where there had not been any previously in the doorway itself, or so the huntress' rationale went. Turning the tides of surprise was all she could do until others were gathered, particularly so if the halfling was as ill prepared for a skirmish as she seemed to be sitting there upon the plush bed. Then again, such things could not be known; if a wizard could be idle, content and reading a book, and suddenly gesture into reality some conjured monstrosity, what was to say the psioncally gifted could not do something similar? She had seen her levitate before, and that was all she needed to know.

"As for my bath, this would not be the first time I have been interrupted, but I accept the apology." She said, jowls coming to rest in a confident smile.

There was a slight lull in the conversation as Hills proved to stare off momentarily, and thus the subject was changed. Silence was not a friend in this very moment, so new words and thoughts were brought forth. "The lady of the house, you seemed to know her - well, perhaps even."

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@sakurasan go for it.

@The Harbinger of Ferocity Your character is very interesting just one point. I'm gonna have to say no on the revival ability. For fairness if someone dies it should be permanent or at least a large ordeal to restore them to their rightful selves. Other than that your good.


I imagine a five thousand gold sacrifice in diamonds would be hard to acquire, which is what I was basing my interpretation from given it has some pretty lofty expectations. Being the recipient of Raise Dead is no small ordeal either for their person. But if that still does not suffice, even as just a potential option to return lost characters if their player wished it, I can and will remove it as requested.

On a more light note, I am pleased you find the concept of a divine force of nature very interesting.
@Cuddle Pot, here is the submission. If you are curious as to anything about it, I have reference material; given you seem to be familiar with Dungeons and Dragons, it is little more than a typical cleric and prestige paladin variant build.

@Cuddle Pot, if possible, could we have an overview of the sort of reigning races and trends of magic? It is relevant for my person, as well as many others I am sure, to know the general way the world works. For example, when you say "The Great Beast", I imagine the character that is either barely mortal humanoid or simply not at all - perhaps a mythic monster or legendary animal. Just an overview of the way the world is would aid in understanding the way races and cards might fall into place, as well as day to day life expectations.
Not to post twice, but@IcePezz, I will post once you do, so as to not ruin any continuity.
I will set to work on the Great Beast tomorrow evening.
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