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Since the curse of the Midnight’s Child was purged from the land, eight seasons have come and gone in the Realms. The windswept valleys of the Juna; the sand-drenched dunes of the Raihu; and the cobblestone capitals of the Humans have basked in a fleeting peace that threatens to become little more than a legend unto the lands ravaged by war and anarchy.
A twilit shadow creeps across the realms, darkness and light becoming hopelessly entangled as one. As race turns against race, the lines that divide good and evil dim and fade, threatening to overwhelm Human, Juna and Raihu alike underneath the crushing tides of chaos. Spellweaves and swords may yet guide you to your destiny, but the day comes when even the gods may be lost to a conflict that rends the world between neither a dawn that heralds hope and a night-promising abyss… but instead a war that marks its opponents by the length of their fur and the breadth of their claws.
The War of the Races comes upon you. Hone skill and soul as Raihu, Juna or Human, and prove your might to your people… or find the truth that might save your world.
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Re: Uncertain Rendevous [ OPEN - Campaign ] « Result #1 Yesterday at 11:40pm »
But it appeared that Wing's sudden appearance with a cat on her head was not the end of the surprises for that morning. At first it seemed like the sunlight coming in was flickering, like water reflected from a pool of light. Then an oval of glimmering water opened in midair, right in front of the inside of the door. Stepping through this came a creature that at first seemed to have no definable shape. But as it moved out of the oval of light, its form shifted, from tiger to bird to wolf, finally settling on the shape of a stag.
Then it split into two creatures. One a doe the color of midnight, of star-speckled black, with eyes of glowing white. The other, a stag, had a glowing white coat and crystalline antlers, with eyes of deepest black with white glowing pupils. The two creatures stood, opposing reflections of each other, until the stag spoke. Not moving its mouth, but a voice nonetheless, echoing like a whisper in their minds.
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Re: One Week! « Result #3 Yesterday at 5:53pm »
Hey, guys! Just wanted to give you a heads up that starting Monday night to the following Sunday night, I might not have net access. We're taking off for vacation and it's possible that the hotel we booked does not provide it as a service... }8
So yeah! If I fall behind in posts or don't reply to messages these upcoming days, then that's the reason. Hope you all have a wonderful Thanksgiving/end of November. December's whooshing up real fast, huh? o:;
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Re: Uncertain Rendevous [ OPEN - Campaign ] « Result #5 on Nov 19, 2009, 6:20pm »
'Mid morning?' Well, at least he hadn't slept the whole day. But even if he had...it wouldn't have upset him greatly. There weren't many things on the agenda for today.
Kehndin cast the arrival at the door a sleepy look in favor of a vocal welcome, trusting the burly Kahl to give any wanted attention. And...well, the blue sky peeking in behind the girl was more captivating in his view. The weather looked wonderful...clear skies and a warm breeze wafting in. The distant thunder of the great cascades... Ah, there was definitely something on his to-do list now. The mage exhaled quietly, just stopping short of a dreamy sigh.
The loud clatter almost escaped his attention save for the raucous meowing. Turning slowly towards the source, he found himself staring at something akin to a scythe-wielding, cat-faced creature. 'This city is so peculiar,' noted Kehndin bemusedly.
"Och, ye've started a new fashion there, Miss Wing, wearin' a cat in yer hair, eh?"
Oh. Well, the city's inhabitants were peculiar anyhow... The boy stood up, gravitating unconsciously towards the stunned feline. They were good companions for fishing excursions...
RM/Me Plot Campaign Thing « Result #6 on Nov 17, 2009, 3:30pm »
So, I'm not really sure how to phrase this, but RM and I have decided that Mirai is going to die for somebody (important? We don't know who yet), and Harabec is going to follow her into the realms of the Dead at some point as a plot...thing. ._. Any ideas can go here lol!
Harabec smiled widely, his eyes crinkling up in delight at Mirai's first words. He bent his large frame over so she could kiss his cheek fondly, but he was very careful not to shed on her.
"Weel lassie, ye'll pardon me sayin' it, but yer lookin' more beautiful than all these fancy lords 'n ladies aroond tonight."
He planted himself firmly at her side, determined to be her escort. She looked as though she felt out of place, though personally he felt rather proud of her for coming, and she did look quite lovely. Like a big brother, he felt that any young suitor interested in her would have to go by him first. Leaning over again, he whispered in her ear.
"Ye'll have t' dance with me at least once lassie. Ah feel like a lump on polished marble among all these fancy people, ye ken!" He chuckled, the sound a rumble in his broad chest.
But they never got a chance, before they became surrounded by people, faces both familiar and unfamiliar. Recognizing first the Juna royalty among them, he bowed deeply in the Juna way.
"I thought there was no-one taller then my uncle until I met you, sir. I am Vincent, and this is my sister Tia. It is a pleasure to meet you."
Harabec laughed brightly, kneeling down beside the two children. "Weel noo, Ah'd love t' introduce ye to mah good frien' Mitsu, who's even taller than me! Is this yer uncle then?"
But Mirai spared him by beginning introductions. Harabec nodded to each face in turn, but suddenly noticed that the young woman was acting...odd. Was she flustered? A blush of rose had colored her cheeks, and she noticed her stare was caught by the man in white and silver. Harabec brought his attention to rest on the man, and to his surprise, and suspicion, felt an odd and immediate disliking for the man. There was something about his expression that did not seem quite...right. It was like there was a slight curl to his lip, or a strange glint in his eye. Maybe it was Harabec's overprotectiveness of Mirai that had brought it up. He held out a massive hand to the man, Azure.
"Weel, Ah've noo met ye before, but mayhap ye met th' lass at th' fair. She's noo told me aboot you."
Re: Hallowed Midnight Masque Ball - [ All Welcome] « Result #8 on Nov 15, 2009, 11:19pm »
"Do you know me?"
The voice made Mirai's breath stop, and the girl turned around with her heart in her throat. Sometimes, very rarely, she could stop a moment and Know, and the Knowing happened then. It was not usually a pleasant feeling, for it almost always meant that she had grown a little older in the moment when it happened, and tonight was no exception to the rule. She knew the voice, and when she turned she knew the face, and when he looked at her she knew without a doubt that she would be dancing with him this night. Mirai did not, however, know where the dancing led, and that part was what had her terrified. Azure's gaze was of a very man-and-woman sort, and coming of age or not she did not feel like a woman. She felt like a girl; a lost and frightened child wandering in a wood of silver trees. Mirai could see very clearly that Lord Nider stood right in the center of the only path that led through the forest, waiting for her just before the path twisted around a hilly bend and disappeared into the mist. It seemed that one step forward would send her hurtling into an unknown future, and she did not want to take the step.
The misty woods vanished, and Mirai found herself back in the starlit ballroom with her eyes locked on a pair of deepest blue. No, she did not want to take the step, for she liked to be safe; but Lord Azure looked so handsome and lordly that the pulse froze in her throat. The healer curtsied, sweeping out her skirts and inclining her head to him in obeisance. "Lord Nider."
There was nothing else to say. Mirai felt strongly that she ought to have said something witty or flirtatious or warm, but regardless of what she felt she was quivering with nerves and the words had fled. Just his name, and then she rose. With that, the moment shattered.
She could smile again, and did so, shoving aside a few nagging thoughts (he was a real lord; what would he think of her playing at Lady?) in favor of making introductions. "Or should I say majordomo Nider? I forget." Mirai laughed and bent to press kisses to Tia and Vincent both, smiling around the circle as her mind returned. "Vincent, this is my very good friend Harabec Bryn Rualdin, and you made Tia and yourself a lovely introduction. Tia, this is the Lady Thera. Harabec, this is Lord Azure Nider---I met him at the Autumn Festival. Azure, Harabec and Lady Thera. Oh, and--"
A little brown head popped out of her skirt, studying the new arrivals keenly with a set of beady and disapproving eyes. "Azure, Tia, Vincent; this is my familiar Rifka. Rifka, Lord Nider; Tia, Vincent."
Mirai smiled, but her eyes strayed to the man in silver and she could not hide her blush.
Re: Hallowed Midnight Masque Ball - [ All Welcome] « Result #9 on Nov 15, 2009, 10:22pm »
((Azure, it's a semi-royal dress. Just enough regal in it.))
Thera turned at the new voice. She didn't recognize it, and surely not the masked face. She did her best to compose her face as not to give the thought that she was judging the man before her, or let him think that she was even glaring at him mentally for interrupting her conversation between her and Harabec. Then the young boy spoke and brought the Juna's gaze down to him. Thera had to laugh, politely of course, at the comment about Harabec.
Re: Hallowed Midnight Masque Ball - [ All Welcome] « Result #10 on Nov 15, 2009, 6:07pm »
How unexpected! Azure's spectacles had practically dropped off his nose at the sight of the exquisitely embossed invitation. Fancy that! Even though he had not seen his estate for over a year, barely even paying it lip service (which after the actions of its townsfolk he scarcely thought it deserved,) the Court of Talor still saw fit to 'cordially invite' him to their Masquerade Ball, a melting pot of noble intrigue and mystery, fine wine, beautiful women... all wrapped in the celestial embrace of the Hall of Stars. The invitation was delicately rolled up, gold edges glinting in the firelight. "Inform their Majesties that it would be my utmost pleasure to attend their ball. I shall start towards Talor immediately." The sweaty messenger bowed deeply. Azure smiled. "Oh, and I must commend you. Taking the trouble to find me, all the way out here... you certainly are dedicated to your job." The messenger, a fit young human astride a weary bay mare, smiled uneasily. Lord Nider was pleasant enough, but... his campfire threw weird shadows against the rock walls of the cave he had chosen for his campsite, reflecting eerily off his host's half-moons, and the echoing atmosphere twisted the yells of the children playing in the background into something...animalistic. Around the edges of the camp, shadows lurked, waiting. Watching.
All he wanted to do was run away.
"Very well. Run along." The Jester watched, smiling slightly, as the spooked boy whipped his mare into a headlong gallop, vanishing into the eager darkness. His sudden laughter boomed off the surrounding rocks, halting a surprised Tia in mid-spring and startling Vincent out of his defensive crouch. "Come, my children! We have a long way to go, and much to do! We must ride over hill and dale, to a hall where stars glitter just out of reach! We must work on our manners, our speech, our bearing, We must prepare..." his arm snapped out dramatically, "... to dance the night away! But more importantly," A sapphire eye winked. "We must decide what we are going to wear."
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Tonight is a night for dancing!
No carriage drew up to the hall's grand entrance, no footman arrived before them to announce their imminent arrival. But Lord Nider and his wards still managed to make a spectacular entrance. The Jester was clad in his habitual white, a simple silken jacket with matching trousers and felt dancing shoes, but his costume was trimmed with shining clasps in the shape of starbursts, his right arm covered in intricate, angular designs and his entire jacket bisected by a feather-like collage of interlocking precious stones that slashed diagonally downwards from his left shoulder, all of it trimmed with silver and mother-of-pearl. A silver cloak, thin as spiderweb, fluid as water, flowed from his left shoulder, matching the celestial splendour of his unbound hair. And his mask! A featureless silver shield that concealed the whole of his face, save the twin crescents that allowed his blue eyes to shine through. Vincent strode at his left, dressed all in white in homage to his uncle, his young face covered by a golden mask carved into the likeness of the sun, while Tia strode forth in an ethereal, though simply cut gown of jet black, a silver crescent moon coyly revealing only a slice of her young features to the packed hall.
All in all, the effect was rather striking.
Behind his faceless mask, Azure could not keep the smile off his face. As he bowed to noble after noble, he strung and played the instrument of social intrigue with all the skill of a master, his wards adding a background chime with their piping voices and innocent (or in the case of Tia, innocuously pointed,) questions. His heart pounded with excitement: Azure was in his element. So when he saw the lavender sylph talking so animatedly to two Juna, one the largest he had ever seen, the other easily recognisable despite her mask as the adopted daughter of the High Matriarch, he almost fell over his own cloak. Is that who I think it is...? The mask made it hard to tell, but her shape was the same, her hair glimmering in exactly the same way it had under the sunlight at the fair... The Jester realised he had halted in order to stare: Tia and Vincent were staring at him curiously. Azure! This a ball! Where is your composure? This is your arena, your home! You have no need to be frightened. It was true, of course. How could he fail in such a place. And even if he was mistaken, was it not a masquerade? Such mistakes were a part of the fun! Gently waving aside a duke who had stopped to exchange pleasantries, Azure swept over to the small group, the children bobbing bemusedly at his heels. "My Ladies, My Lord... might I interject? The very nature of this event makes it hard to tell, but..." he bowed to the lady in lavender. "... I believe I might have made your acquaintance at some point in the past. Do you know me?" Behind him, the children stared unashamedly: Vincent at Harabec, shocked by his sheer size, Tia at Thera, stunned by the presence of royalty. Unusually, Vincent was the first to get his voice back. "I thought there was no-one taller then my uncle until I met you, sir. I am Vincent, and this is my sister Tia. It is a pleasure to meet you."
((Azure is wearing Zoisite's costume from PGSM: http://www.soul-hunter.com/sailormoon/images/p_zoisite.jpg ((Oh, and I'm sorry if I'm assuming too much, Thera: I just thought there would be something in Thera's costume that would identify her royal position.))
« Last Edit: Nov 15, 2009, 6:10pm by Azure Nider »
Re: Disappointed Hopes (Azure) « Result #11 on Nov 15, 2009, 4:41pm »
What more could Azure do but laugh? Chuckle at the way Tia leapt to her feet, immediately bestowing the office of majordomo on him, and boldly inquiring as to what the Fae Enchantress of the immortal isles of Soulshrine (i.e, the still-blushing Mirai,) wanted with her Princesspality before sitting down on a clump of moss that suddenly seemed more regal then any throne in the courts of Talor. Guffaw at the embarrassed Vincent, who kept forgetting his role as court footman as he stole glance after glance at the gently sparkling lake, lost in daydreams of his own full of heroics and honour so golden it could be tasted. And Mirai... that deathly, wonderful, fragile maiden with anguish and joy entwined behind those oceanic eyes...
Before, the Jester had been unable to put his finger on it: that undefinable, pure-white quality of being that had thrummed throughout the revels of the Autumn Festival, lifting hearts and soothing souls. But now, as he watched his children and his new... (how to define her?)... skipping between worlds with every spot of sunlight they dashed through in search of their fantasies, his silver glasses sparkled in glorious realisation. Really, there could only be one name for it. The feeling that washed over him now as he settled back to watch, as content as he had been in that sunkissed meadow, once upon a golden afternoon.
Re: Hallowed Midnight Masque Ball - [ All Welcome] « Result #12 on Nov 12, 2009, 10:54am »
“Hey!” Nuriko said, spinning around with paws outstretched as her brother jabbed his fingers into her sides. “Jamie!” She took chase, threatening her brother with retribution as he laughed and ran.
“Nuriko! James!” It was their mother, side-stepping her running children with the ease of practice. They slowed, returning to face her. “We’re guests in Cousin Aldar’s house, remember that.” She reprimanded her children, looking them over. “Now, we’re leaving for the Masque Ball soon, so go get dressed, Jamie. I laid your clothes out on your bed. Jemmy is already dressed. Go!” She dismissed her eldest son and turned to Nuri, tugging on a hem here, a seam there. “That looks nice. Here.” She handed off one of the masks she held in paw and turned, pulling Nuri in her wake as she gathered the remainder of her family.
Two carriages pulled up to the entrance, driven by juna. The doors were opened from inside, and out poured a very loud, large group. Eight in the first carriage (Nuri’s family and one young cousin, insisting on riding with her big cousins) and five in the other, Cousin Aldar’s family. They met between the two carriages, and formed into some semblance of sobriety by the two mothers, they entered the ball.
“Come on, Nuri, lets get some food!”Lyr said, tugging on his favorite cousin’s tunic sleeve. At nine years of age, he was always hungry. “Food!” Nuriko agreed, spotting the grilled fowl in sauce on toothpicks. Her favorite! She allowed Lyr to lead her across the room, tying the ribbons of her half-face mask behind her head as she walked.
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Re: Uncertain Rendevous [ OPEN - Campaign ] « Result #14 on Nov 11, 2009, 6:27pm »
[[ ROFL that ending scene is priceless Wing. All I can imagine is the room going *blink....blink* at the end ]]
The young mage was silent for a few more moments before, as if suddenly recalling something, he turned to glance back up at Harabec. "What time is it?"
Harabec chuckled and shrugged his broad shoulders. "Ah'm noo sure laddie, tis probably aroond mid mornin'. Time for-"
The girl stopped short in the doorway and looked around at all the familiar faces, a puzzled look taking over her face. "...Morning, everyone. Um....did I miss something?" :/
"Time for mah wee Mirai t'coom in an' have some breakfast!" Harabec finished, beaming at the young woman as she stepped in cautiously. She looked a wee puzzled, but the burly Kahl was at her side in a few quick strides, wrapping her up in a massive hug.
"Good mornin' lass, Ah'm glad ye came. Ye brought th' sun in with ye!"
THUDWHAMBAMMREOOOWSPLAT
Harabec spun around, looking for the imminent attack...if it was someone intending to attack by swinging a cat by its tail and running into walls, that is. To his relief, and imminent amusement, it was Miss Wing, looking a little worse for the wear.
"Och, ye've started a new fashion there Miss Wing, wearin' a cat in yer hair, eh?" Harabec patted Mirai's shoulder and moved to help Wing up.
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Re: Nuriko Elswyth « Result #16 on Nov 10, 2009, 4:03pm »
Since Nuri does have magical abilities, she's a semi-mage. But it's only a trickle, so her class can be different. Some weak mages get familiars while stronger ones don't ever find a familiar. It all just depends.
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Re: Nuriko Elswyth « Result #17 on Nov 9, 2009, 1:17pm »
Hm, rather wondering about the part about being a Fighter class and having a familiar, RM. Wouldn't that count as her animal companion lest she were a Mage?
Re: Hallowed Midnight Masque Ball - [ All Welcome] « Result #18 on Nov 9, 2009, 12:48pm »
A regal looking carriage pulled up to the entrance. It bore greens and browns, and on the doors was the symbol of Lorriena. The footman, a Juna, in fact the driver was one as well, stepped down and around to open the door nearest the entrance. Out stepped an old friend of Acheon's; then another dear friend.
Yanyar would not dare refuse an invitation to this; nor would Nako. Both wore clothing suitable to their stations as High Matriarch and her husband. The footman bowed as the two passed by and walked up the stairs and entered the grand hall. Already, they saw that some have already begun to show.
Thera was the first to spot her adopted parents and smiled. She was relieved to see that they actually showed up for the masque.
Re: Uncertain Rendevous [ OPEN - Campaign ] « Result #19 on Nov 9, 2009, 7:51am »
She couldn't breathe.
It was as if there was no such thing as air. A breeze. The sky. There was only a sickening blue light that wavered around her bulging eyes, laughing with the spiteful voice of falling rain. And the water, clamping tentacles that flicked clouds of crimson from her struggling limbs, holding her tightly, forcing soft, clammy fingers between her lips, down her throat, strangling her screams with slimy kisses.
She couldn't breathe.
But she could see. It slipped slowly from one rainy blue smirk to another, like the water but not quite, a puddle of blackness with an inky star at its core that somehow managed to be darker then darkness, a midnight that drove hooks into her eyes, dragging her closer. It wanted her, and although she knew with awful certainty that it would devour her, swallow her whole, she still tried to fight. All she had to do was tear her eyes away, find her scythe...
She couldn't breathe!
Why wasn't her aura freezing the water? Where was her scythe? Where were her friends, why weren't they saving her? Oh, it knew why. The Midnight Puddle grinned, black on black, opening its starry maw wide... And she saw them. Harabec. Davyn. Kehndin. Audra. Mirai. Frozen in an ivory hell, their outstretched hands razor sharp, beckoning Wing towards her consumption. She couldn't even feel the tears on her face as the Puddle leaned forwards and plucked her almost lovingly out of her watery prison, the teeth that were her newfound friends searing together and tearing her heart from her breast.
She couldn't breathe. She couldn't see. She couldn't think.
She was alone in the water, as the Black Star pulled her in and dissolved her, heart and soul...
Wing's scream seared through the once-quiet corridors of the Stonearch, shattering the fragile morning and causing the local cat's choir outside to yowl in harmonised terror. To Wing's bloodshot eyes, it was a continuation of her nightmare. The entire room, bed, homespun sheets, even the ceiling, was swimming and dancing before her eyes: any moment now, the Puddle would come again and wrap its tentacles around her throat, choking her gasping breathes away until there was nothing left. But as the seconds passed by, each one laying a reassuring hand on her shoulder, Wing realised that the only water in the room was already running down her cheeks, and that sunlight was streaming in through a boldly unshuttered window that revealed a street bereft of darklings. Her shoulders relaxed in a wave of shuddering tears. She was safe. Thank the Gods, she was safe.
And she stank. Stale rain and battle-stench... yuck. No wonder she had had a nightmare. Did Harabec get nightmares too when he went to sleep with wet fur? Wing slid out of bed, making another discovery as her feet touched the pleasant cool of the wooden floor. She had also gone to sleep fully dressed. And how had she got into the room, anyway? Perhaps (Get it off, yuck...) someone had carried her upstairs and (OW! Stupid shirt, stupid laces, stupid long hair!) put her to bed... Harabec? A strand of grey fur flew out of her discarded shirt on its way to the floor. Mmm-hm, Harabec. ( Where's my bag...? Oh, there. Grey today, I think.) Anxiety poked its head through the window just as Wing slipped a new shirt, a woolen grey slip out of her winter stock, over her head. Harabec had been injured... Aaah! Was he okay? The Puddle whipped him so badly: did he get healed? Wing nibbled anxiously on her lip as she hopped about, trying to loosen a stubborn buckle on her skirt. If that Bard hadn't healed him like she had promised... Three things happened in very quick succession. One of Wing's feet hopped upwards a little later then the other, looping around her own ankle and flinging her, surprised 'eep!' and all, into an impromptu forward roll. The initial impact of Wing's encounter with the ground caused her scythe, which had been minding its own business in a quiet corner, pinwheeling forwards to strike the doorhandle, levering it downwards. And Wing continued forwards, feeling a slight pressure against her back as the door tried valiantly to hold her in place. She heard the click of the lock, a rush of air as the door opened, and the world liquified into a kaleidescopic blur of scythe handles, grey wool and ashy hair. "WAAAAAAGH!" Thump, blam, crash, "MEOW!" crack, slam, THUD! A few motes of dust drifted from the ceiling. A pot lid rolled past into the common room, jangling pathetically to a stop. As her wits tried for the second time in so many hours to piece themselves together, Wing gradually realised that she had somehow managed to topple down the stairs and end up, not only unhurt, but standing on her feet with her scythe slung haphazardly across her shoulders and a bemused cat perching on top of a medusa-shaming cloud of bed-hair into the bargain. And, of course, the common room was beginning to fill up. It was all she could do not to burst into tears again. "Um... good morning..."
Re: Uncertain Rendevous [ OPEN - Campaign ] « Result #20 on Nov 9, 2009, 12:22am »
Sometimes, Archaeon was gone in the mornings--presumably for his own worship and private training. On days such as those Mirai hated to make breakfast for just an empty house, so she was in the habit of making the trek down to the Stonereach Inn and picking up a bite to eat there, before the fireplace. Usually it made the mornings seem less lonely, because even if there was no one the healer wanted to talk to she could always listen in. Eavesdropping was a way of belonging in the life around her, and a good way to make the time pass quickly, but today it seemed that she wouldn't get stuck living vicariously through the patrons of the inn. The girl stopped short in the doorway and looked around at all the familiar faces, a puzzled look taking over her face. "...Morning, everyone. Um....did I miss something?" :/
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