Player Stories

MassiveCraft · Apr 17, 2017

Rules Player Stories is for community members to write stories about their characters. These stories should always be lore compliant, and have OOC responses. They should also be snap moments, thus not longer narratives or multiple thread spanning tales. They provide a momentary insight in the personality or lives of our roleplay characters, and as such, we allow OOC commenting and feedback on the stories. As these stories are however still personal and individual, we don't allow IC responses and self-injection into the events portrayed into the post.

TheWizarddd · Sep 22, 2024

Credit ——————————————————————————————— The script was lying there, on the table. Multiple layers of ink, multiple neatly placed papers, held by nothing but a tiny staple. It lay neatly next to it, along with a tiny pot of ink, the expensive kind. Long were the nights when he stood in his chair, writing away. If his quill could speak by the third week, it would've begged for mercy. Draft, After draft, After draft, After draft, After draft... and the sleepless nights that came. Waking up with a jolt of inspiration at 3 am is not for the faint of heart. That he knew. And there it was, on the table. Still, quiet, undisturbed. Yet created by...

vulnyacura · Sep 20, 2024

"The Crown Isle?" The hoarse, grizzled voice of a mentor reverberated against the walls of a dark corridor. He called out to a young man standing feet ahead, his hands locked meekly beneath his jaw, the Lord von Rolanthe offered only a hesitant nod. "That is where the nobility go, that is where the most work can be done." The young lord called back. "You are a man of this province," The mentor pointed to the black marble flooring, his voice lowered to nearly a whisper, gradually rising with every passing word. "-your 'work' belongs here. The work is here, you– all of you are here, Rolanthe!" The mentor's name was Krier. It was an easy name, one that favored being yelled down halls, valleys, although most importantly, thick and...

Greenie · Sep 15, 2024

The sun had begun to slowly sink behind the far off Hadrian Mountains as Volkner von Karlisle’s carriage arrived back in Brückenburg, the capital of Hinterberg. The streets were beginning to quiet with shops closing, cafes bringing in their outdoor furniture, and the taverns along the Rroine slowly filled. The mundane city was peaceful, but the Count’s mind was filled by anything but. Word had come recently to the Lothar Knight of the attack on a Grauwald Safehouse, and he was eager for retaliation. As his entourage closed in on the Lowengrube Citadel, Volkner peered out the carriage windows back towards Hadrian’s chain, watching the last of the day’s rays slip away. He had called for a council to convene to discuss the Arken attacks...

Alsie · Sep 9, 2024

A fanfare of ringing bells and chattering voices sounded as ships departed from the Amontaar dock. Vivienne watched the crowded passenger boats from the bridge above. The winds from that high up toyed with her, whipping her hair in random directions and shifting her unsteady footing. The hurricane that plagued the city may have passed, but it took the summer with it. In place of comforting warmth and dappled sunlight came overcast skies and nippy winds. As the ships sunk deeper into the horizon, silence returned to the dock. Vivienne let out a shallow sigh. Taking a boat would have been preferable to what she was about to do. But she feared she had already drawn more attention to herself than she wished for in Amontaar and boats were...

weatherbyrd · Sep 8, 2024

══════════════════ When I love, should they feel loved? When I weep, am I worthy of pity? Did it ever even matter? ══════════════════ The percussive snap of gunshots. The high pitched pang of bullets ricocheting off metallic plating. The terrified screaming of Lothar transmuted into horrible forms. Lumura had moments to comprehend what she had done – and even fewer to momentarily regret it – before she was whisked from her obliterated form by her benefactor. Lumura's vision faded to darkness as power faded from her Unimatrix, her awareness of the next hours – Or maybe days? She wasn't quite certain – becoming murky as emergency reserves were tapped into. However, it wasn't to last forever as she became aware of electrical...

MantaRey · Aug 27, 2024

I thought of you in a dream. Rather, my waking thoughts are like dreams-- A place to stay, to find a warmth Now long past. Unknown artist, Pinterest The fragments, the memories, are held together by a figuratively thin piece of string. At times, it's hard for them to grasp that these things playing in their mind are only from a year ago. They are all pictures in a story that has reached its end. It's beautiful when one puts it that way. Come to think of it, they hadn't necessarily deemed much in their life 'beautiful' the way a fond memory feels. The nostalgia of their childhood holds a warmth like this story does, although a candle couldn't be held to the former. Who romanticizes a mercenary's experiences, and why do they...

LightSeeker101 · Aug 23, 2024

Aoife finished packing the last of her suitcases, making sure everything was ready to go. The carriage outside her apartment rumbled to a slow standstill, echoed by the bright and hot day of the eerily quiet Reaglia streets. Since leaving for Amontaar, things have gone well for the everyday citizens of Reaglia. The Doctor checked her silver pocket watch, pleased by the time. "Good, we should make it to the boat on time." She said, closing it with a snap. She thought she should deliver another letter to a certain Lothar Order Knight, but she concluded he was busy, and didn't want to clutter his already overloaded mailbox. With that in mind, she pushed the suitcases on the carriage, and hopped on, rumbling down the streets to the Docks...

Winterless · Aug 8, 2024

“Back! Get back!” “Our orders were–” The unmistakable sound of a stumbling man in armor, and a shoving hand keeping him back. Metal melted against skin and flesh and bone, who could only withstand the bite of the beast’s breath a few moments longer. “Idiot boy. Look at them. Look at them!” “The Mages could–” “They’re melting, you fool. The same as the Captain. We will /not/ join them.” Any protest on the younger man’s part was cut short by the gust of wings, and the roar of bile. A far-away call on the wind for shields to be raised, as if a plank of wood would hold fast against the torrent that was to follow. The unmistakable sound of screaming men. For him, it was too late to scream...

War_pig · Jun 28, 2024

---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The world was cast by a low, red sun; Guldar trapped in a mourning, crimson haze. For all the warnings that he should avoid it, and for all the begging by some that he not go, the Avantl was obstinate: he had to see Vestor. The dense jungle shrouded in miasma did little to lighten the mood of the grieving city-states that made up Massitaal, though thankfully for Ailred: Guldar has roads. Stepping along the road into the city of Exocatl, Ailred kept the soot-lined coat pulled close around him, ravenlike wings and black-iron scales disrupting the form of the Archon. His violet gaze turned upward, towards the tower of...

MantaRey · Jun 1, 2024

306 AC, during the reign of Cedromar Kade, after most of Anglia was swallowed by the Mist, on the cusp of the Dread War. The raucous cheering blasted across the arena stadium. Drums and horns signaled the end of one fight and thus, the ceremonious continuation of the battles ahead. Man versus man, or man versus beast? On this day it mattered not - the rich would have their spoils. The blood of willing and able-bodied men fighting in their stead, facing whatever comes their way. So many hearts were war-torn and bruised by the dramatic, terrible events unfolding across the land. Of course, they would put all their hope into the fighters. For they, if they failed, could be held to immediate blame. A solution that was much simpler than...

OkaDoka · Apr 4, 2024

Mentions, in Order: @Mooffins (Byron), @HoaxHoodwink (Citra), @Simslp (Lynmar), @Lizmun (Heishan), @JuliaFaye (Arianwen), @Birdsfoot_Violet (Ishïka), @War_pig (Ailred), @seoulmate (Amelina), @Lizehrd (Emrys), @BluKnight10 (Mosheng), @Stellarrix (Asim), @mochha (Lorelei), @MantaRey (Cordenia), @Mystiluu (Lyali), @Hierophant_ (Ellamae), @Scribbe (Lyonel) Some members of the Blue Crown Conclave and friends are going to Draackenrust, seat of the Central Matron, to look at the architecture for a day. Below are a series of PoV accounts from different points of the trip. Wyverns, PoV Byron Croy If anyone ten years ago had told Count Byron Croy that he would be sitting at this time astride a great gravity-defying lizard with the wingspan of...

Impreza555 · Feb 19, 2024

By Impreza555 Jason is a bit of a mystery. He appears as a shady, untrustworthy person because of what he wears. He wears a black, open jacket with a black hood and black pants. He also wears a red bandanna that covers his eyes. He is a 29-year-old Howl Marken currently stuck in his half-Marken form. His hood covers his wolf ears, his black gloves contain his claws, and he tucks his tail into his pant leg. the left one to be precise. He acts nice and open because it helps him to bury the hurt, and sorrow of his past. He came from the most unpopulated part of Norrland. He, his mother, and little sister Jane lived there by themselves. Both of Jason's parents were born as Howl Markens. Jason's father left shortly after Jane was born...

AlphaInsomnia · Feb 6, 2024

A loose page, frantic writing of an esoteric mind dwelling on nothing and everything, floats freely to be found and read by any: Of course, my compatriot, my enemy, we cannot talk about love without talking about its equal and opposite: pain. Where love can only find its existence described in music, so to does pain lack a verbal medium. Dare I say pain so violently opposes being described that it destroys it, even? For so many things we feel, we do so for a reason. Love for another, hunger for a craved meal, sadness for a loss of life, but pain is for nothing. One does not feel pain for any discernable reason other than pain itself. Pain, in such a pure form, does not give in to the trap of letting one contemplate it. Pain wipes...

SevenBirds · May 23, 2023

Within the pages of a plain leather-bound book was a legend written in a wispy, angular hand. The tale was first written in Gallwech, with a Common translation following. A note at the top of the entry read "Tale of the Night-Hunter - A Legend of the Talahm-Gall Highlands - Translated and Transcribed by Rionna Declan - May 22, 311" -x- In centuries long past, when the gods were young and people new to the world, before the approach of Nelfin ships, men and gods lived upon the same soil. Under their protection and guidance, men began to grow and thrive, but they were not yet ready to protect themselves from outside threats. One of these threats came in the form of Othluv, a powerful godly hunter who roamed the mountains with an...

Thutmose_ · Jan 18, 2024

PREROGATIVE SET: Decimate all those who oppose the Qadir To What End? NONE. What of my Master? DJAMILA MUKHTAIR HAS. . . ERROR- DJAMILA MUKHTAIR HAS SHOWN TO BE AN ENEMY OF MAJOR QADIR FIGURES. What then am I to do? TERMINATE DJAMILA MUKHTAIR The Automaton wandered into the home of its creator, the place where it was born, though unlike many times before, though unlike those times, its lights were red. A pure red, blood red, in its hand, it's Clocktech automaton, and an army of spider-like clockwork robots that stormed the house. The lights were killed. "M310XI07 would you care to run an analysis on the lights? It seems there's been a malfunction." No word came from the Automaton, though it now had its target, locked in...

isthatanEcho · Jan 2, 2024

The soft creak of well-worn floorboards echoed through the house, a gentle reminder of its age. Heavy footsteps made a rhythmic descent to the first floor, creating subtle thumps in the quiet space. The room was bathed in a subdued light, with most candles and lanterns snuffed out, leaving behind a dark room for the coming night. Ivenn shuffled forward, trying to not make too much noise with his footsteps, glancing towards the upper floors as the muffled mutters of his housemates rose just enough for him to catch a few words. He pursed his lips, trying to focus on what they might be saying, just enough for it to be a distraction. “Was that really all that was?” The Brakin let out a sigh. His inner voice seemed to be getting better at...

SorryNari · Dec 22, 2023

He lost count and wondered how many days have passed since that fateful night. Questions were always lingering within his mind, searching for answers, gnawing at Fenric's conscience while he marched through the frigid forests of Gloomrot. There were no directions followed as the man kicked up fresh snow along the way, nor were there places he called home anymore. Icy winds blew sharp into his squinted dry eyes, vision barely shielded by the tattered hood hanging over the top of his head. Every single step Fenric took felt heavier than the one before, but he couldn't stop here, not now. It was only a matter of time before the Lothar Knights caught up to him. He knew that was inevitable. But he wasn't going to make it any easier. The...

WaterDruppel · Nov 24, 2023

The entire dormitory was woken up at once by shouting, the lights jumping to life with a snap. Rhain raised his hand against the sudden brightness, and from the gaps between his fingers, he could spot the two knights in the doorway. Loud rumbling and more shouting bounced against the walls of the hallway they’d come from, and he quickly realised this wasn’t a drill. All the second year trainees, Rhain among them, were promptly rushed out of the sleeping quarters, into the halls, and headed for the first courtyard. Squads of knights in heavy armour thundered past, swords at the ready, enchantments of protection clinging to them like a fine mist. Penn Carchar was always brimming with magic, ancient wards ensuring what was locked away here...

CainsTedTalk · Nov 21, 2023

It was hot that year, especially this far south of the Archipelago. With the Pessimism in full swing, the idea of escape and relaxation was enticing. For some, the idea of a tropical getaway on an island was paradise. Freedom from the woes and stress of Regalia, Calemberg, or Havenreach, a lovely quiet beach somewhere, the open palm trees behind you with the gentle breeze swaying the flora back and forth, a pleasant thought that most nobility begged for. The storybook idea of a gallivanting knight charging an open field, sword bared out for the skagger horde in front of him in service of the Crown's destined rule of Aloria, slaughtering the barbarian and saving a Wirtemcaller Prince or Princess is a dream very few young boys don't...

Winterless · Nov 16, 2023

Unlife had its advantages, he was coming to admit. It was clear that the Revenant was not the only one who had stumbled upon the hollow of the demon that lay to the west of the city, the ground outside of the cave blackened and burned. A mortal man tracking the creature would have found defeat here, the trail colder than the wind blowing from the mountain to the west of the hollow. For all his protests against the words of Signe and Rhain and Kaija, they were right, and he was wrong. He was neither mortal nor man, anymore. The creature’s path revealed itself to him in figments of red, not unlike a path of blood that carved a deliberate path through the forest. The path continued in a careful stalk past the Magi-Vault, then a straight...

Goldifish · Nov 6, 2023

As soon as my head hit the pillow, I began to run. My dream started out in complete darkness, which was typical. I always started out running. It was always this long dark hallway, with bits of light peeking underneath doorways. As I passed them I could hear my father yelling- sometimes yelling at me to grab something, or telling me off for breaking something valuable, or even sometimes just yelling to yell. That's why I had to keep my footsteps quiet in these dreams, or else the door would open and I would wake up in a cold sweat. Sometimes I even had to relive my memory of that yelling. I had just rounded the corner of the hallway, my feet skidding across the floor. Even though I was acutely aware I was dreaming, I took a few...

CoolHumanTempast · Oct 31, 2023

(TL;DR : I'm bringing back my Teledden this week and instead of finishing her character sheet this week I wrote this NoBetaWeDieLikeMenI'llEditThisLater) ~~A Test Passed ~~ The crunching of Flora’s footsteps in the snow was all she could hear. She pulled her too-thin coat tighter around her body as she continued to trudge on through the moonlit dark. Her ears were bright red, covered in a thin layer of frost that she periodically tried to wipe away with shaking hands, she was practically part of the snowfall. Snowflakes having frozen into the creases of her clothing, the silent downpour insulated the forest and only helped to make the Teledden feel more alone. The quiet was perhaps worse than the cold. Her only break from the quiet...

Winterless · Oct 22, 2023

(TL;DR: Gwilym reconciles with his lack of care towards his superiors, learns Chem Bang, and struggles with his emotions. As usual.) “..I don’t want this mission, Seras.” the Wydd-Knight stated, almost as soon as the brief was given. The Fawr-Knights before him were quick to retort. The tree they stood beneath swayed, as if recoiling from the disciplinary blunder that Gwilym had just made. The disapproval of the third Fawr-Knight was clear in the grunt he gave, and the increased intensity with which he thumped the cracked granite wall beside him. The man hadn’t spoken a word since the briefing had begun, keeping to a dark corner in his azure robes and leaving it to his two partners. “This is not one of your countryside contracts...

YoitsKing · Sep 19, 2023

══════✿══════╡°˖✧✿✧˖°╞══════✿══════ ══════✿══════╡°˖✧✿✧˖°╞══════✿══════ ════════════✿══════╡°˖✧✿✧˖°╞══════✿════════════ The grand hall of Vszaladesz’s Castle in Királytaran was adorned with magnificent tapestries and plenty of fragrant flowers, their vibrant hues reflecting the joy that filled the air. The breeze was perfect, as summer was ending and fall anew. Candles flickered in golden flames, casting a warm, inviting glow upon the gathered guests, their faces dawned with anticipation. The harmonious strains of a string ensemble floated through the chamber, weaving a tapestry of a mix of Gallovian and Szabadokian melodies. After the guest’s have moved to their seats, Count Sebastian would be accompanied down the aisle by none...

OkaDoka · Aug 29, 2023

[ There is a ferryman in Nordskag's west sea who mans a boat between Kongehjem and Straumfjord, a main port to Drowda. He tells stories until they pass an island, where he shivers and goes silent. It is the only place that he is afraid to speak of. A traveler drops a purse. He lifts his lyre; playing to the waves. ] "Past icy dreary Kongehjem, beneath the chill grey sky, Arnøya rolls with mist, small ferries drifting by. There men built nineteen hearths, nine score years ago, for the hillock's guarded harbor, its gentle lazy flow. In muddy sludge and winter sleet, in dross and iron rain, they took on oaths of enmity, to Rand's most cursèd name. Though hate begets fear, they should have feared more His great unholy fame, the ken and...

booette · Aug 28, 2023

“Oh, perfect. With aim like that, you might even be able to hit the broad-side of a barn, in a few years’ time.” Sera Landouen cackled, as she always did when spouting off at her squire’s expense. The boy released a stream of murmured unknightly obscenities, readjusting his aim. Every part of his body ached -- they’d been riding for days now, and some part of him suspected they’d never reach their location until he was comfortable shooting from every position. “This is stupid,” said Necalli, face growing red at her side. “No one’s going to respect me for being able to shoot apples from horseback.” “This is stupid, Sera Landouen,” she corrected with ease, almost absentmindedly. “And you’re not doing this for respect. You’re doing it...

Astraaeus · Aug 25, 2023

[OOC: Backstory flavour to Aveilen Merividia] The long arm upon the silver and gold clock perched above the entryway lay still, inches before it's first quarter. The waxxing moon was one night before it's apex, and a young Teledden stood in careful anticipation outside the courtyard, hidden behind a stone pillar as it could faintly be heard in the distance the sound of keys shuffling. "I'll handle it tonight, go home." "You sure?" the other Teledden said clutching the set of keys in his hands carefully, "Watchguards aren't permitted to hold these keys, so you will have to rely on the arcane nexus." The other elf, shorter and slightly fatter grunted with a roll of the eyes, "So be it." And with this, the tall and blue robed with...

xWhitePearl · Aug 18, 2023

✦•······················•✦•······················•✦ Location: Floquet County, a bustling street Countess Marie Blanc was visiting her county Floquet. · · ─────── ·· ─────── · · The sun hung low over the serene landscapes of Floquet, casting a warm golden hue that glistened upon the cobblestone streets. Countess Marie Blanc, in a rare moment away from her estate, walked amidst the lively market stalls. The air was filled with the aroma of freshly baked goods and the sounds of merchants hawking their wares. Yet, amidst this picturesque scene, an undercurrent of unease simmered beneath the surface. As Countess Marie strolled, a lone voice rose from the crowd. The words carried an edge of anger, cutting through the air like a...

Salerra · Jul 27, 2023

The morning sunlight breaks through the trees above me as I slowly come to, a pained grunt leaving my lips as I push to sit upward. I'm in a park, sat in the thick of some bushes. My head pounds. I pan down to my arms and chest, finding blood soaked through my torn clothes. A few large, white strands lay beneath me, and a sore, lacerated hand moves to grasp one. I draw a deep breath as I lean back down, giving my aching body some reprieve for a moment. My eyes drift shut again. -x- I still hear the bloody screams. Feel the miserable heat. See his face, right before he was ripped away. For so long, I was able to stave off the memories. But now... I close my eyes to this world, only to reawaken back there. To reawaken in hell. A vivid...

Winterless · Jul 27, 2023

The Schön had carried their party well enough west, turning what might have been a journey of many weeks into a matter of days. Lisbeth wanted to see Anglia. He did, too. But hundreds of miles across open country was not something they had time to risk. There was little in Anglia that might've lifted his spirits, anyhow. Not even the sight of a dozen archery tournaments. The eastern coast of Solleria was quick to give the party its greeting, as mist billowed through the azure sails of the carrack. The air clung to Wilvamair as he adjusted his stance beside the helmsman, and a hushed silence spread like a plague over the sailors on the deck below. Rhain stood closer to Lisbeth as she fiddled absent-mindedly with some Marayan gadget...

Astraaeus · Jul 24, 2023

[OOC WARNING: THIS IS JUST A DREAM] After a long day, a certain Teledden would lay his head down in the grassy fields of Floral Court, slowly drifting into a deep slumber. As the world faded into darkness and the light of a dream came to vision, the elf would find himself surrounded by roughly three or two vampires, maybe even regular people, and suddenly he would find himself in the body of a green clothed elf with deep brown hair. "Malcolm" was all that was heard, before he clenched his fists and suddenly the winds in the now painted citadel deep in the sewers picked up. Like a vortex, the magic in this dream would grow out of control, spiralling currents of wind drawing debris and rocks into the air like a spinning circle. The...

Vampyrenees · Jul 24, 2023

{This script is written in Allorn. and translated in Teledden/Altalar} My name is H'yyarloé, this is my confession written under the supervision of the Imperial Magus Guard of the Allorn empire: I was thirty-eight Alorian years of age It was a warm night in our home of Luithar Lane, in Lonvaal. I had come home from the academy and my father had provoked me about my dwellings, my schooling, and my personal status before I could get to my chamber door and my head was already pounding; his pious nature and sickening fetish for pitying someone else's life but never his own enraged me to an indomitable degree and then he had the audacity to insult my mother which had never happened before this fight; I then standing there I did what my heart...

War_pig · Jul 20, 2023

[OOC] Hey gamers, decided to do a little lore story from the perspective of Ailred and the choice he has been given by the Sword of Caius. There are themes of madness, insomnia, and PTSD so if those trouble you, please don't read it if you think it'll trigger you. Otherwise, enjoy! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Night One Eyes bloodshot, staring at the ceiling, four hours now, only four more until morning. Ailred let out a slow exhale, eyes bleary he stood, moving out of the bedroom and onto the balcony to overlook the shadowed Floral Court. A blink and it was on fire again, the Avantl did not move this time, he was used to seeing it ablaze. It haunted everything he was down...

CainsTedTalk · Jul 19, 2023

Through the murky bog and howling tundra, the obscenities of a sweaty, soil-covered Furyborn echo out. With a heavy grunt, the giant of a man tossed the heavy logs onto a stack outside a great hall. This exchange took place in Skodje. “Drengr, I have FINALLY finished cutting down to size an ENTIRE WINTERS WORTH of logs for the fire. Will you finally share your knowledge?!” The older Skagger yawned, sitting on the front stairs of the lodge adjacent to an idol wood carving of Asbjorn and aside from him, Bard, drinking from his steaming coffee as he read through the notice. “That’s a good first step, Svend. But to master your craft, you must humble yourself as a warrior.” “Humility is best served from experience gained from the sweat...

Annie_Short · Jul 1, 2023

╒══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════╕ ╘══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════╛ The Apotheosis of Hercules | François Lemoyne | Photo Taken by Me ────────────────── In the region of Calemberg, nestled amidst verdant hills and towering mountains, Tuija Vikstrom sat within the Divine College as she awaited her judgment. The Vikstrom house was not renowned for their unwavering devotion to the Unionist faith; in fact, Tuija was the first of her entire lineage to change this tide. This led to her conversion, causing Tuija to display a remarkable affinity for matters of spirituality and a deep yearning to serve the divine soon after. With such desire, she journeyed to the revered...

Jcboi5 · Jun 18, 2023

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────• •• ━━━━━ ••●•• ━━━━━ •• Somwhere, in the quiet confines of the city... An Altalar, sits quietly by the water. Once again, reflecting upon the struggles of the day. The day a dark Raven's wings sought to soar and corrupt over the Holy City of Regalia. With each small wave of rain, the man processes the pain he had felt. Reminding himself of the good he had done. Soon, a familiar shadow, stalks by to interrupt the fragile peace. Resting against the trunk of some dead tree, he taunts the Altalar with pride and all too familiar smile, imprinted on an ivory white mask. "She certainly looked better in red..." The dark one sneered, almost disappointingly. A shadowy blade in his hands, brandishing the tip that had the...

FlossyBerryRene · Jun 7, 2023

Published by Ithanian Children Illustrations CO [tm] Written by Lorraine du Poncaire Illustrated by Lorraine du Poncaire & Felicienne Belrose The Secrets of Moonriver Valley: A Twisted Fate Blurb: Moonriver Valley is saved from the curse and all is well for the Moon-Princess and Knight until one fateful night.. the two receive a letter stamped by the royal sigil of the neighboring Kingdom of Ardenia. Revealing the Knight's brother, the Prince and heir to the throne has gone missing. Wicked bat-demons have plagued the Kingdom and the courts are in disarray. Follow the Knight and Moon-Princess as they venture to investigate the disappearance of the Prince, fight the demonic bat creatures and reveal a horrible truth.. Discover the...

MantaRey · Jun 3, 2023

The Gallovian lands told of a storm brewing as Revna, Natharia, and Astrid approached the shoreline. Not thirty minutes later their feet hit the shore and they're pelted with the rain promised to them. A typical start, Natharia had mentioned. Rain was a common occurrence this far up in the map - even more than what the city of Regalia experienced already. Thankfully the three were well-seasoned enough in all their respects to endure it. Natharia and her familiarity for the climate, Revna for her durable Urlan hide, and Astrid simply by resolution. Overhead, Natharia's familiar, a loyal bird, scopes out the treeline while the three below trek by foot. Everyone had some means of navigating: Natharia trusted her familiar to be her eyes...

FatDumplingGrace · May 8, 2023

The awning of the beach chair creaked and groaned as the Bulwurk sat, languished under the cool shade of a tropical tree. To her right side, her husband was reading a book that was all about politics. She looked over, giving a small chuckle, of course, even when he was on vacation, he could not stop to read about the things he loved the most. “So -” Her thoughtful tone inquired. “Are we going back?” “And go into that Mage hellhole? No way.” Her husband snorted. “You heard what happened, they appointed a Cahal sympathizer of all people to run Crookback. I’d march in there myself and kill her if I could.” A lengthy silence followed that declaration, followed by a sigh. “Honey, I’ve been thinking, it’s usually only Magic users that...

Finlaggan · May 7, 2023

[ = - = - = - = - = - = - = - = - = - = - = - = - = - = - = - = - = - = - = - = - = - = - = - = - = - = - = - = - = - = - = - = - = - = ] Octavia’s Circle of Transplanar Containment Abjurative Ward Difficulty: Intermediate Reagents: - 1 stick of refined, high-calcite chalk (replacement carbonates will not suffice) - 3 candles composed of a 7:1 wax to proper-grade writer’s ink ratio Instructions: 1. Identify and choose a site of containment. This should be no larger than a bed, and no smaller than a person can comfortably sit down in with some room to move. Make sure there are no easily-accessible points of entry to the area for other people who might enter the premises and disturb the circle during the spell’s effects. 2. Take the...