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In Tales From the Realm of Laelilon → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Amandine of the Western Rife Mountains
In Tales From the Realm of Laelilon → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Should Amandine make a return or not, that is the question.
In We Aren't The Hero's Party - Fanrasy Anime RP (Cancelled) → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Interest Checks
It is always nice to have some basic ideas in mind, especially when thinking of initial characters such as "I am feeling a tank character", or having an idea of what kind of skills/etc based on the lore so far.

I always find the best bit is when you get the juicy lore details for the world, then go "what would be fun in a world like this", there may be certain factions or nuances which are appealing. Then it is slotting the basic idea with the character idea, creating something fun and interesting to explore the world and tell a collaborative story with the GM and other players where all have fun.
In The Hourglass Order → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Event: Envoy of ReTan | Location: Ersand'Enise

In the hallowed halls adorned with intricate tapestries and lanterns, Yawen, the envoy of the Twin Emperors of ReTan sat in regal composure amidst the fervent discussions of the Central Alliance. The air was thick with the Constantian’s apprehension, an unease that palpably overshadowed the proceedings. They spoke of Perrence, a looming spectre that haunted their every deliberation, a nation so dominant that its name was interwoven into every plan and suggestion.

Yawen observed the Constantians with a quiet disdain, her patience wearing thin with their incessant fixation on their perceived threat. When the opportune moment arrived, she gracefully rose to her feet, an aura of elegance and authority enveloped her.

“In the realm of ReTan,” she began, her voice carrying the weight of wisdom, “we pay no heed to the snarls at the gate when the true danger lurks with the wolves in the chicken coop.” With a measure gesture, a servant placed stone ships and figures on a map depicting the lands of the Constantian Yasoi, showcasing the Grey Fleet. “Allowing the wolves to feed and grow unchecked would only lead to their ravenous appetites expanding.” Further models were placed on the map, indicating occupation of Paggon, and the suggestion of expansion to southern Virang as they blocked the strait to the Ensollian.

The Constantian envoys reacted with a mix of amusement and scepticism, their jeers cutting through the solemnity of the discussion. One envoy, his tone mocking, addressed the Torragonese representative as he gestured to the placement of the new models. “And HOW is THAT a BAD thing? We might even see the fabled Torragonese Crusader Knights in action in Constantia after all, no need to fear the Darhannics if they are tied up in a war with the Tarlonese.” Some bemoaned the effects of the war on their own nations, “Those aberration addicted vermin plague our cities as they flee for refuge.”

As the room buzzed with varied responses, Yawen remained composed, silently contemplating the dynamics at play. The ReTannese envoy raised a hand, signalling for attention, as the servant clapped his hands and announced, “Listen, as the Envoy of ReTan speaks,” he declared, drawing focus back to Yawen.

“The strait connects the Asperic to the Ensollian,” Yawen continued, her words carrying the weight of diplomacy. “This connection is the lifeblood between the people of ReTan and Constantia. It is through this strait that wealth, prosperity, and military might flow. The Tarlonese do not care for your politics.” The implication hung in the air - without the strait, there is no access for ReTan. Intervention from her nation would be indispensable if there was to be an impending war.

A discontented murmur spread among the envoys as a recess was called, marking the end of formal discussions. Yawen only hoped she made her friend proud at this moment as she reflected on the discussion. Unofficially, the real talks began in the shadows, where fellow envoys engaged in clandestine negotiations to shape the destiny of the Central Alliance.



Amidst the opulent setting of the evening’s diplomatic exchange, the Torragonese envoy, a man with a suave trimmed beard and adorned in a fine silk doublet, took the floor, adhering to the customary formalities. “You made the impression,” he began, his words weaving a tapestry of diplomacy, “it goes without saying that Torragon and ReTan have often stood together in advocating for peace.” A corner of his mouth twitched as his gaze shifted toward Yawen. “We can understand why a daughter of the Emperor was sent when ReTan advocates for war.”

Yawen, with an air of regal stoicism, raised her eyes toward the Torragonese envoy, meeting his gaze with a silence that resonated with authority. The envoy, slightly taken aback by her silent response, listened as she spoke, “ReTan has adopted a new policy and wishes for greater prosperity with our allies. Tarlon threatens not only the Alliance, but also the people within. Whether it be Retan, Severa, or Constantia. The Tarlonese have made their intentions known after Ai Medda, and they will not squander this opportunity while our allies do not resolve their petty squabbles with the Perrence.”

As he spoke with a flair, the Torragonese envoy reassured Yawen, “The Tarlonese envoys have repeatedly announced that their affairs pertain only to the Yasoi. If they move on Paggon, Virang shall move to keep them in check. Our spies have indicated that the ruler of Paggon has petitioned Osman directly for assurances against a future invasion by Tarlon.” he declared, his hand absent-mindedly stroking his beard, “Our spies have indicated that Osman will respond to this request, and has sent word for mobilization in the south to deter Tarlon. In Torragon, we have given notice for our lords to prepare themselves, just in case they grow too impatient waiting for Tarlon and catch us unaware.”

Yawen, acknowledging the gravity of the information, nodded thoughtfully. “We believe King Sancho is a wise ruler of peace. In ReTan, we have a proverb. When the blades of adversaries forge a plough, fields of harmony flourish.”

The Torragonese envoy raised his eyebrow, his scepticism evident, “No puedes estar en serio, esto es Virang, they would never accept such terms.”

“Like the silk threads weaving through the looms, our prosperity weaves through the nations of Severa. Silk, Porcelain, and Spices.” Yawen responded with unwavering resolve, and gestured a subtle reference to the man’s doublet. “We can enforce such an agreement if it may come to this.” The Torragonese envoy prepared to protest, “Is Tarlon such a priority to invoke such measures?”

“If we say yes, will you suggest our proposal to your king?” Yawen pressed, her eyes locked onto his.

"King Sancho escuchará las palabras de la Envoy de ReTan," the Torragonese envoy conceded.



Within the sanctum of her personal quarters, Yawen was disturbed by a growing commotion among her servants. Irritated, she called out to them, “What news do you bring to disturb me with?”

The two servants approached, the superior one speaking first, “I am sorry, she insists- a nuisance calling herself the Governor of Longwan requests an audience with you,” he explained dismissively. The other servant attempted to interject, “But she insists she is a close friend of Lady Yawen-”

“Be silent and mind your tongue in her presence,” the superior servant snapped, cutting off further protest.

Yawen, feeling a flush to her cheeks as she smiled shyly inwardly, stifled a giggle, appreciating the irony of the situation. She extended her senses towards the so-called ‘nuisance’, and instructed them to grant her an audience befitting the Governor of Longwan. The superior smiled insidiously whilst the woman issued apologies toward Yawen.

As the servants left to manage the situation, Yawen moved to the audience chamber as she seated high on the platform, regal in her yellow hanfu with her sword of office across her lap, as she awaited the arrival. The doors swung open to reveal the Governor of Longwan, Maura Mercador, escorted by armed guards. Dressed in a splendid blue hanfu, adorned with a dragon knot-tie, Maura was seated in her thronechair that moved seemingly unassisted. She was accompanied by an array of puppets, each expressing a life of their own.

As they approached, the superior servant called for all to kowtow to the Grace of ReTan. The puppets mimicked the gesture as they arranged themselves in front of Maura, while she bowed in reverence. The servant, displaying insolence, demanded that everyone should kowtow, and as he clicked his fingers, the guards withdrew their weapons towards Maura, causing the girl to look concerned.

Yawen, impassive until now, stood up and declared, “All must Kowtow.” Her steel gaze swept the audience, compelling them to all get down before her. Slowly, the assembly registered her command, including the guards who shortly followed suit. The superior servant, however, remained rigid as a puzzled expression crossed his face.

Descending from her platform, Yawen approached him, her dragon knot-tie hanging from the front of her outfit. “All,” she uttered, drawing her blade to cut him at the knees. He howled in pain, collapsing before her. Turning toward Maura, Yawen extended a hand, declaring, “Allow me to assist you,” Maura hesitated before accepting, and Yawen supported her to stand.

“The Governor of Longwan is my personal friend,” Yawen asserted, “Those who show her disrespect, disrespect me.” She gestured for the superior servant to be attended to, whilst the other who accompanied him earlier was instructed to get refreshments.

“Walk with me to the garden,” Yawen insisted, tugging on Maura’s hand, signalling the girl to follow. In the relative seclusion of the garden, Yawen embraced her friend with a girlish giggle, “Life is really simple, but people insist on making it complicated. I have missed you.”

Maura returned the hug, her expression softening, “We were worried for a moment.” The conversation flowed easily between them, as it touched on the trials. “Xiulan and Ai have kept me informed of the events, they have spoken well of your Teatro Sorridente”, Yawen intrigued, inquired about its meaning.

“It means the Smiling Theatre”, Maura replied with a wide smile, with Yawen following suit.

Seated in the garden, surrounded by blossoms and tranquillity, the two friends continued their conversation. After a satisfying exchange, they parted ways, and Yawen watched as Maura, in her chair with puppets in tow, left. “Wheresoever you go, go with all your heart,” Yawen murmured to herself, returning to her work with renewed focus. These stubborn envoys won’t convince themselves of Tarlon’s threat.

In The Hourglass Order → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Event: Ashon & Juulet | Location: Ersand'Enise

When he first saw Juulet, it was a pleasant surprise, and she greeted him enthusiastically. Their time together in the past was brief, but it was memorable, and she became his first friend following the death of his parents. In his childish way, he perhaps even entertained immature feelings of belonging with her. She was a girl who had lost everything, and together, they could take on the world and put everything right. Even in those days, she spoke of being the avatar as her eyes sparkled with vision. However, things were not to be, as she went toward the selection committee. As for him, some Time Walker needed a servant boy to tend to things. Maybe it was Juulet who originally put him on the path of serving the avatar Vyshta way back when, before his true purpose and mission came to light. There was some guilt he felt as he looked toward her. He had said he would return to support the Avatar, and yet, he never came for Juulet. Even if the clue was cryptic, the redness in the avatar's hair was not there. Tyrel, Juulet, and many of the other candidates like them. They might be blessed and strong in their own right, used as pawns and tools by greater powers, but they were not the true avatar.

He had always been an actor, and he even knew he fooled others, and most of all, himself. It was easy to become what she wanted him to be, and part of him longed for it as well. She was the key to what he needed; she was of Hyparii, and he had seen what became of Mandelein. The prophecy was becoming true—the forest was burning, there was war, death, and destruction. Here she was, the perfect ally, a girl of such determination, strength, and power. He needed her; he needed Juulet, avatar or not. Perhaps together, like they were as children, they could do great things. Create a future for his own family and children to enjoy.

Part of him wished, truly. But he had known from the beginning this could not be the case. When Dory uttered those words in Mandelein, he knew who they were about. He didn’t know what happened to that girl he knew as a child, but rumours spread long before he left his homeland. He heard of those ‘broken’ by her in Dervishers, her appetites, her… peculiarities.

He watched, he listened, he played his part well. Likewise, he heard the tantrums, the crazed rants. He spoke with her, gleaned what details he could have back home, though it always seemed to be focused on the past and not the present, as Juulet resisted letting him in. She targeted some of the other students, some names he barely recalled anyway. Though he grew uneasy, what if next time it was someone he cared about? What if…

He frowned inwardly; the mere thought of Penny in danger caused his stress levels to increase dramatically, and with what she allowed him to know, he knew he had failed her. The idea of allowing that to happen again sickened him, to the pit of his stomach. Especially now, as she was carrying three of his beautiful children.

Juulet entered after another long night out as he sat waiting for her, “Vail’saluuv, suunei?” "bitter sleep, sister?"

“Nah.” Juulet made her way into her temporary residence in Ersand'Enise, crutches under her arms and her hops particularly vigorous. She was worked up, but not enough for there to be any sort of catastrophe. “Just thinking about our next move. The Yaniis - they're gonna make us look like chumps. Can't have that.”

A light tug with the gift had her draw a chair out of its corner with an obnoxious creaking to go with it. She sat a couple of metres away from Ashon, elbow over the crest rail of the old seat. “What about you?” she inquired, lips distorted as her cheek pressed firmly on her forearm. “Trouble with that Yanii girl?”

He simply nodded and yawned, expressing his fatigue. "Yanii girl...," he tilted his head for a moment as he weighed his thoughts, "Eh, not particularly that one. There is another that has been a cause for concern, though." He went over to pick up a couple of purple bananas, then moved to crouch on the chair beside Juulet, offering her one of the fruits. "Though, could say two yanii concerns. We now have a tan-zeno yanii to deal with, a particularly strong one at that. We've got to hope luuntai turns up soon like a benny, or we won’t be winning this thing."

“Luunai, eh?” Juulet accepted the banana and manually peeled the thing before taking a bite. Crude as ever when appearances weren't necessary, she spoke whilst chewing. “Don't worry 'bout it.” she gestured in dismissal with her idle hand. “I can handle that crippy blonde. You just gotta be sure that the other Tarlonese clowns carry their weight.” she pointed the banana right at Ashon, seemingly as a threat first before she began to giggle. “Oh, by the way-” she regarded Ashon with a growing smile. “Remember those stories you used to talk about regarding that Legend.” she snapped her fingers as she recalled the details. “Yeah, that Jamboi-man with a magic stick and had to go on a Journey somewhere?”

He raised his eyebrow, saying, “Why you bothered picking them is beyond my simple understanding,” as he huffed in reference to the Tarlonese.

Jamboi smiled widely as he saw the banana pointed toward him like a gun, moving forward to take a bite out of it as he playfully disarmed her. “The legend of the Monkey man who journeys everywhere?” He clicked his fingers, “Why, yes, you are looking at him,” as he posed toward her, spreading his arms with a goofy smile. He opened his own banana and took a bite. “… but there is the tale of the traveling illusionist from ReTan that I used to love. Though, I find I prefer to smash things,” he said, squeezing what remained of his banana as the sweet and sticky fruit oozed between his fingers.

“Because they're strong. Simple as.” Juulet added dryly. “And it makes me feel very warm inside to boss around Tarlonese. What can they do about it.” she snickered.

The banana was finished and the skin was tossed for a future passerby to slip on. Truly the most wicked villain they had ever met. “Yeah, that tale. He had a stick, right?” Juulet gleefully reminisced as she drew a paltry amount of temporal energy. “I've got something just for you - And it helps to smash.” a small portal opened before her. Her hand dived into it and retrieved a ReTanese style Bo Staff. One attuned to the arcane magics in particular. A small droplet of blood could be found on a tip. “Ta-daaa! Mister Monke.” she extended the gift with both her hands.

Focused his eyes on the stick as the coldness filled his gut, he felt cold. His smile grew wider as his fangs were bared, “Ah, you have been out shopping for me? I feel flattered.” He reached out to take the stick within his hand as he swung it around him, rotating and spinning. He brought it down on Juulet’s head, the blood-spotted end stopping just shy by a hair’s width before contact, then tapped it. **Bonk**. “Qitoip. This is an agile stick.”

“You like it?” smiled the gleeful Juulet. She followed the movements with her violet eyes, and didn't do as much as flinch when it nearly hit her. “Ow.” she playfully uttered. “That lost thing was gonna get stolen. So I figured you'd like it.”

Then, she opened her arms for a hug while still sitting on her chair.

“Oh, someone misplaced a stick like this?” He looked up and down the length of it, “Don’t tell me, a yanii’jexof.” He shook his head knowingly as he looked toward her in the eyes. “You rescue it from them?” he questioned, curiosity in his gaze.

He moved to step up from the chair, crouching down to pick Juulet up within his arms, as he stood up, hugging her. “Tell me all about it.”

They hugged, and then she leaned back, eyes up to his visage and hands on his shoulders. A dimple-revealing smile graced her expression as she nodded energetically. “Left behind and forgotten. Now with a worthy wielder.”

When Ashon pushed for details, however, she canted her head and reached her palm out to caress his cheek. “Oh Ashy.” her thumb gently brushed under his eyes with a tenderness none could ever expect from her. “She'll be fine. I'm sure.” and with that, she shifted to stand up on her one foot with her crutches being drawn back toward her. “You can do whatever you want with it. I won't be mad.”

He smiled as he brushed his thumb over her lips, caressing them gently. He returned the tender gesture, tugging lightly on her lips, “Where is she?”. His thumb pulled down on her bottom lip, a playful motion prompting her to respond, letting go as it flicked back up.

Juulet shrugged, but didn't want to leave. If she could purr, she would. “I dunno.” she confessed. “Somewhere in the lands.” she hummed, palms and digits brushing over his chest. “It'll be okay.”

Ashon grinned in agreement, “I know, because I will make it be okay.” He pointed his thumb back towards himself, “After all, I’m the great Jamboi, with the stick, who goes on great adventures.” He moved his hands to lightly pinch Juulet’s sides as he whispered against her ear, “She needs to be here if we don’t want the yanii to succeed in their schemes.”

Juulet frowned. “You're a fool, Ashy-Jammy.” she pressed her index finger to his forehead and pushed him back a few feet. “The Yaniis won't stop me. Even if they hurl their best.” and with that, she began to turn toward the adjacent hall. “Don't waste your time on caring about them. There's enough of their kind to do it for you. Your people will need you, Ashon. Imminently.”

In We Aren't The Hero's Party - Fanrasy Anime RP (Cancelled) → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Interest Checks
This looks very fun!
In The Hourglass Order → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Event: Visiting Friends | Location: Ersand'Enise

Oksana found herself being picked last, which was a little expected. She wasn’t one of the students from Ersand’Enise, after all, and when standing next to obviously powerful individuals, the choice was clear. She didn’t hate anyone for their choices; she simply accepted it for what it is. She used moments to leave the team house to visit her friends when the opportunity struck her.

It was good to visit Ashon; the big oaf was up to monkey business as usual. His silly antics always brought a smile to her face. What was even more special was that in the year since they last met, he had got together with Penny! She recalled how Ashon was really shy and embarrassed at the auction house when they teased him, especially as Penny was sat there behind him. In the year together, they are now engaged, and she has babies on the way, three of them, even! She gave him a big hug and wished him the best, even if the Penny wannabe looked on in envy.

Esmii was very pleased to see her, the Yasoi girl, wanting to learn more about hand signals used for communication during hunting. They spent a good time together, exchanging jokes, laughs, playing with the animals, and other merriment. The Sanguinaire lover in the background kept muttering and complaining passively about Esmii consorting with the enemy, but they made the most of it. It was great seeing her again.

Oksana managed to get a good ride through the various scenic sites around Ersand’Enise on her Glacial Elk, as she accompanied Ayla on who was on Gina, the cute little Shetland Pony, and Zarina, mounted on the mighty stallion, Riesco. The pair even had a little race; Riesco definitely had the home advantage, and poor Ayla was trotting far behind them on poor Gina, complaining about them galloping off.

Last, and certainly not least, was Maura. The girl’s smile lit up the room when Oksana approached, as she offered her arms out towards her, inviting her for a hug. “Sana! You are here,” the pair embraced tightly. “Druh, how be keeping?”. She looked at the girl’s face, becoming easily bemused, as she had forgotten just how much Maura loved to talk. She wasn’t able to catch most of the conversation, but the important thing was that the boy nearby was her boyfriend, and she has been in ReTan recently. Sana indicated and said about meeting a few from the school in Kirimansk, and the issues with Sanguinaires over there.



It was as if on cue; Taleja had appeared, and with a silver platter, began to serve hot tea to Maura and her guest. Oksana shivered a little as she felt the presence of the Venomhand amongst them. It certainly brought back memories of Kirimansk and the anti-magic devices.

She looked up toward the pretty white-blonde-haired girl with full lips, striking green eyes, and a bruise? She raised an eyebrow toward Taleja. Taleja noticed the gaze; their eyes met, as it appeared she was about to make excuses to leave. Maura was about to comment before Oksana spoke up, “Ztsilennya?” as she indicated with her hands the mark on Taleja’s face with a rubbing motion. “Sana is offering to heal your bruise, Talia,” Maura conveniently translated.

Taleja simply smiled, politely declining the ornamental women. “I don’t require your services; I am able to tend to it, though I am choosing not to at this time.” Oksana peered towards her in confusion as she turned toward Maura, who sighed, then did a sharp cross motion with her arms, “No ‘silennya.” Oksana appeared to understand, though not quite understanding why, as Maura spoke up toward Taleja, “She is Deaf; you have to make it simple for her. She is nice as well; you might like her.”

Taleja sweetly smiled as she brought her hand towards Oksana to attract Oksana’s attention. She then began to reduce her name to simple terms, using her fingers to spell out the letters, “Ta. Ley. Yah. Ta-ley-yah.” The blonde smiled and gave a little clap at the success. Oksana began to blush a little as the blonde smiled warmly towards her, “Hi Ta-ley-yah, I am Oksana. Call me Sana.” Taleja gave a wink towards her as she turned to leave, leaving Oksana and Maura together.

“She is pleasant enough; it is just that we find ourselves stuck in the most inconvenient of locations when she is around. As for the bruise, she was attacked by Sanguinares last night, who fled the scene; she wants to send a message to whoever it was that she is not scared of them.” Oksana nodded as she tentatively followed the conversation, “No Sanguinaires, like her.” Maura smiled, hiding her true feelings as a certain face came to her mind. “Yes, they really can be the worst."



Taleja was on an errand as she journeyed through the city, making sure to pass by the market for the freshest ingredients for her latest batch of elixirs. She had been careful on her route, as she had meticulously prepared herself for anyone following her. She felt her heart skip a beat as she realized she was being followed already. The individual was very good at hiding their presence.

Her mind began to race; she never expected their attention to be aroused so quickly. As she began to set off towards a darker section of the workman quarter, the figure followed. She turned around the corner as she hurried into position. The figure turned around the corner as Taleja stood there in the dead end, her back towards them. She clicked her fingers as the wall made with binding magic rose up behind the figure, trapping them within range of her venomhand.

“Who are you, and what do you want?” Taleja commanded, only to be met with an eerie silence. After a moment, she turned around to face the figure, only to see Oksana stood there sheepishly. Taleja looked towards her, both visibly confused and annoyed, “Why did you follow me?” using a hand signal of a person walking with her fingers towards her other hand, then pointed towards herself.

Oksana appeared to beam at the hand signal, as she created a five-legged beast with one hand, moving towards a lone finger, then did a chop motion on the beast, “Protect from Monsters,” pointing again towards the bruise. Taleja sighed, then smiled, placing her hand over the bruise as she healed it with binding, and it faded away. “There, it is gone.”

She shifted uncomfortably, especially as the annoyance of the situation crept in her, “Why are you trying to protect me?”. Oksana smiled wide, with a blush, “Ta-ley-yah is nice, and she is pretty.” Taleja looked towards her, a little flustered at the rationale, as the other girl playfully flexed, “Kozaky Strong, Protect Ta-ley-yah,” The blonde fluttered her eyelashes as she removed one of her gloves, “and what about being unable to use the gift?” as she gestured around Oksana as she indicated the disrupted magic.

Oksana smiled as she shrugged her shoulders, “No need,” as she moved back her cloak and revealed her sword, clapping her hand upon it. “Well, this pretty one doesn’t need a strong defender.” Taleja walked towards Oksana as she laid a finger on her hand for a couple of seconds. Oksana could feel the manas in her hand recoil in pain, a burning sensation, as it feels like she had her hand stuck in boiling water, as she brought her hand away.

Taleja smiled sadly towards her, as she used her gift to remove the barrier she made. Oksana looked towards her, as she could sense the loneliness in the other. She placed her hand on Taleja’s shoulder, as the blonde turned around. “We battle, you go no easy.” She signed as them fighting, the pair of them together.

Taleja pursed her lips, as she contemplated, then relented, “North of the Field Gate.” She pointed in the relevant direction, indicating a wide-open space, “Be there. We duel.” She winked as she departed.



Taleja was sat on the blanket as she had a picnic basket beside her. She didn’t particularly know why Oksana wanted them to have a duel. Was this as simple as some ploy in an attempt to seduce her? She had attempted to question Maura, who was unhelpful in providing her any kind of relevant answer, and her probing led to accusations of interest toward the girl. She wasn’t quite sure what to make of the situation, those heterochromia eyes and goofy smile, and she had no interest in taking pushtail oil to sate the whims of some infatuated girl. From what she gathered, Oksana was not particularly strong and has been traded frequently between teams, so the fight should be relatively one-sided.

She was drinking from a glass as she saw the girl approaching on a Glacial Elk. The sight of the white hide against the green certainly made it stand out compared to back in its native lands. She smoothed off her dress as she stood up to meet her, hooking the picnic basket underneath her arm. “I see you came,” smiling up to her as a cheery blonde, patting lightly on the basket.

Oksana smiled back in return, a forced smile, as she unfastened her white cloak and drew her sword. “We fight.” She pulled on her Elk as she rode to create distance, then she dismounted from it wearing her dark leathers and tucked her braids in with a cloth that she wore like a mask. The Kozaky drew from the environment as the air began to rapidly cool down as a mist enveloped the battlefield, as she prepared herself for combat. She moved her hands as if pulling on a bow, as an icicle formed between them, as she released, firing it with her kinetic magic towards Taleja.

If Taleja didn’t take the opening shot seriously as it flew past, the feint disguised a second came straight towards her, causing Taleja to rapidly create a shield with binding to protect her from the lethal attack which narrowly missed the mark. She cast the shield to the side as she sees the ice-wall before her, concentrating on it with the touch of doom as she disintegrated it into its base elements and water, only to reveal nothing behind it.

A gust came from the side of her as Oksana came swinging her blade towards her, the momentum getting sapped due to the proximity with venomhand, as she was to be met by a blast of faceless thunder, causing her to divert away from the last moment back out of range. Taleja took one of her vials as she catches Oksana with it, the glass exploding as the other girl disappeared out of sight. The Kozaky cursed as she used binding, feeling her skin and clothes melting with the foul liquid acid.

Taleja waited for the next attack, which didn’t arrive. “If the fight is over, allow me to attend to your wounds.” Her voice tentative and cautious, those green eyes surveyed the surroundings as nothing appeared to move through the wisps of mist. She was about to drop her guard when she felt it. A strange and powerful sensation as she was finding herself drained of her magic and rendering her gift useless. She could feel the tingling sensation in her cells as she looked around, for perhaps another venomhand. Then she saw Oksana, standing with her sword drawn, and her leathers damaged, as the other girl charged towards her.

A sly smile played on Taleja’s lips as she calculated the implications of an opponent being completely disabled. An interesting party trick. Her eyes watched the sluggish movements of someone charging without kinetic magic towards her, having the time to move her hand into the picnic basket as she pulled out her pistol. Somewhat a hand cannon in truth, as the flintlock mechanism clamped down as she fired it towards the other girl.

Oksana had decided to evade as she saw the pistol rise towards her, as Taleja’s shot went wide. She hadn’t considered her opponent to switch to conventional means so easily, and aimed to move closer as she was reloading. She began to charge again as it fell short; the pistol had been reloaded and fired, only narrowly missing her, but importantly, she was able to make up some ground. Furthermore, she was forced to try to flank Taleja, as the other cast a vial in her direction, using the pistol to cause the substance to rain down in the area. However, this led to an opening as it appeared Taleja was struggling with the pistol.

Taleja expressed frustration as she tried to pull back the lock on the pistol due to it being jammed, or so she wanted Oksana to believe, anyway. In fact, the pistol was already loaded, and she was creating her opening. Predictable, Oksana came towards her priming the sword for a swing, a downward cut. With her hand pulling out a knife, she moved to intercept the blade as swung the gun up to fire it from the hip.

The metal clanged together as the knife splintered and snapped. She couldn’t stop the blade as it came down on her, cutting into her arm as the gun shot fired wildly, causing her to drop as she took a significant wound. She looked up toward Oksana as she cursed out in pain. “You win.”

Oksana moved the blade towards Taleja’s neck, the one flawless sheen now stained with blood. She nudged the blade under her chin to cause Taleja face to face her, the venomblood’s life now firmly in her hands as she crouched down before her. Her gaze met those defiant piercing green eyes, “Kozaky strong.” She leaned forward as the blade continued to press against Taleja’s neck as she kissed the girl. Their lips tangled together as she smooched the blonde in a prolonged gesture that easily took over five seconds. A fact Taleja became very aware of as this had been the longest contact with another for a very long time. Oksana broke the kiss to lean back and raise. “Ta-ley-yah to stop, no more plans. Now Ztsilennya!” She gestured for her to heal herself as she began to walk away till she is sufficient distance before she deactivated the anti-magic device, enabling their use of the gift to return. Taleja used the moment to heal as the Kozaky rode off on the Elk, her eyes watching the other leave.

In The Hourglass Order → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
The Sheets for Mano e Mano
Ashon - Vyshta's More Favoured
Ayla - Singers and Saints
Maura - Teatro Sorridente
Oksana - King's Ear
Taleja - Teatro Sorridente

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In Welcome to Vradia → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

ꁲ ꂵ ꁲ ꋊ ꂠ ꂑ ꋊ ꈼ
ꋖ ꂑ ꂵ ꈼ
Day 2 [Afternoon]
꒒ ꂦ ꀯ ꁲ ꋖ ꂑ ꂦ ꋊ
Bandit Ambush
ꉣ ꁲ ꌅ ꋖ ꂑ ꀯ ꂑ ꉣ ꁲ ꋊ ꋖ ꌚ
@WhiteAngel25 Faline
@Jamesyco Torsten
@Herald Conn
@jasbraq Gus
@Damycles Rock
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After indulging in her share of the roasted meat, the party seemed to ready itself for the next leg of the journey. Amandine waited for the signal from Faline, who was making the rounds, overseeing preparations and assimilating the new party members into the established order with Dorian.

Her gaze wandered toward the forest. Following the encounter with the bandits, their path led to the long-lost ruins, where the hope of securing the amulet resided. Amandine pondered whether they might encounter any Dragonians there, or perhaps the descendants of those who once safeguarded the lands of their ancestors, intermingling with local populations.

As the party set off, Amandine took on the role of a scout, venturing ahead and using her heightened senses to scan for any lingering threats—bandits who might be lying in wait to ambush their group.
In The Hourglass Order → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
The Melon Derby was underway, with various students plotting and planning their schemes.

One of the most notorious participants was a sweet little girl in a wheelchair named Maura. While she might not have been the most intelligent student, she had a keen understanding of people. With this in mind, she hatched a scheme so dastardly it would surely go down in the record books. Maid Malena nodded in understanding as she received her master's instructions, the puppet running out of the door to deliver its message, followed shortly by the others. The team's plan was simple: spread, snatch, and gather the melons before others could even reach them. Maura collected the obvious melons but found herself at a severe disadvantage, especially when facing some of the bigger competition who saw her as an easy target.

On the other hand, Taleja took charge of the box's fate and opted for assertive negotiation. Approaching the base of Saint and Singers, she got stopped by the formidable team of Covenant, determined to defend their allied team's box. Deviating from the script, Taleja swiped the Ipte box from Maura. Upon delivery and exchange, she claimed her prize. Walking out, Covenant faced difficulties in claiming theirs. Not willing to take the risk, Taleja dropped a smoke vial, using it as cover for her escape from their potential retribution.

Ayla found herself in a predicament as their team captain disappeared without a trace, leaving the rest to decide their course. Opting for the Cathedral, she thought it would be the best place to go. However, she ended up in a battle with a Soul Sister and lost.

Jamboi, swinging from the ceiling beam during the planning, heard a tapping at the window. A bird, perhaps? Opening the hatch to listen to its sweet song, he spotted Maura from his angle and saw an opportunity to take advantage of the situation. Running by, he accidentally knocked into her, leaving a big grin on his face as he made off, leaving the girl befuddled about his intentions. Unfortunately, it was not the Banana derby, or he would have collected more points for his team.

Oksana tried to take a box too but failed.



The Dragon is the second great trial of the games.

Maura did the thing she loved most—share the sound of her voice, and the Revidians actually loved her Segonian charm as well. With the delicious Pizza prosciutto e funghi in hand, the Nonnas were left satisfied.

The Plunge was hotly contested, with Ashon, Ayla, and Oksana all working hard to get through the challenge. Ashon dove into action, using his skills to take advantage of the terrain to grab the eggs required to complete the challenge. Oksana focused on getting boosts to try to keep up with the others, her kite-ear hat flapping to allow her access to the tethered baskets. As for Ayla, she focused on trying to support her partner to the finishing line, though didn't do a great job, as she got distracted by a pretty Pearlescent Egg.

Taleja, on the other hand, had other ideas. Let's say Invasion going off with a bang was an understatement. The locals had a front row to the first explosive symphony, as the forest was being shaken to its very core. The Threshers who tried to escape were soon picked up in the care of Sister Dominica and Sister Laska, the church girls readily accepting responsibility for them, with the latter taking the lead.

As for the Cherune boxes this round, it seemed like Maura’s tongue didn’t know how to rest, as it wrestled the prizes away from their owners, and leaving behind a smile.
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