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: > [{quoted}](name=CFProxy,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=gGrhUxOt,comment-id=0426,timestamp=2019-08-03T09:12:40.377+0000) > >https://puu.sh/w98R8/e76fe59592.png >https://youtu.be/0LS0Z8fgiII While this important figure looked towards her ribbon, it was obvious to tell a lot had changed for him since he had last had communication, it would seem. She tilted her head a little bit, but not out of confusion as her eyes stayed locked, but as if to give him a good look at it to put his mind at ease. As he spoke she went back to normal, though naturally took in his words. Only a forced and unskilled nod was given as he finished, the statement about Sage resounding to her. Called immediately afterwards, she would move to stand at the table, her footsteps obvious but slow in pace due to her stride, and would like upon it as the movement caught attention. She knew that this Dymes statement rang true, as well. Even if they won, it would simply collapse unless there was some way for the people here, torn by war and their land the same, to sustain themselves. Her large eyes darted as the speaker changed, and the position changed. She agreed, as well, she had sent her inexperienced back for their safety, as while they were used to boardings, perhaps clearing areas of a beach and shipborne police work, fighting in trenches and other dastardly things, they were not. The words of machine gun caught her attention, but overall, she decided such things were possible. Things like that, and documents that needed capturing, complicated the mission far beyond artillery bombardment into dust. That would, of course, also destroy supplies maintaining even these outlier and battered forced as well, so more precision would be needed. Of course, the question of machine guns being what surprised her, though she supposed not everyone would know. However, the rate of fire given did make her eyes widen a moment, as it was much faster than even the smallest Aehan weapons, significantly. She had to speak up, "thaet is quite a firing raete," she would add quietly among it all. Of course, the firing range was incredibly low, as her translator made it out to 1,640 feet. Her mind tumbled as she begun to think of strategies, especially now that air attack was an option using the owl-like people. Things like walls and wire need not even be destroyed if they could be passed over. Of course, both of them still startled her out of her thoughts momentarily after with their proudness. She went back into them before speaking, several moments passing. "The maechine gun raenge is very low, perhaeps we caen distraect them, whaet aere their aemmo reserves, if we know. We might need to scout aegain first to find such ae thing. Secondly, if you're faemiliaer with its engineerin', do you haeppen to know whaet it'll shoot through?" She seemed to think for another moment, crossing her arms under her chest, "once we know them things, we caen form a distraectin' plaen in front. Of course while distraected, our Edel friends who caen go aetop the waells aen' wires will be of greaet use aend haeve aen eaesy flaenk aegaeinst ae mere few dozen of 'em, who'll be seperaeted by their sections for coveraege I'd aessume." She was clearly more comfortable talking as her accent had slipped back in full force, it was also clear she had an idea of how she wanted the battle to go. "Aefter we teaese the maechine guns, they'll probaebly send the soldiers out to use, leaeving the operaetors more vulneraeble."
> [{quoted}](name=Krizonar,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=gGrhUxOt,comment-id=04260000,timestamp=2019-11-03T13:21:16.210+0000) > > [{quoted}](name=Eagleheart,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=gGrhUxOt,comment-id=0427,timestamp=2019-12-07T03:17:36.873+0000) > Dymes and Stavickz listened intently. Every question poured in only added to their thought patterns as Dymes quietly shuffled pieces on the board, trying to reason how to assault an enemy so vicious. Should they flank to the left? What if the machine gun teams moved to cut them off? And what of those motar men? He heard of such things before. Strange innovations but powerful. If they all moved at once in a tight group to avoid the machine guns they were finished. Hugging the wall? Fruitless. There was no telling if... Stavickz, wishing to proceed quickly, responded with a firmness. "We have an idea of the bullets' size. From what we can tell they are similar to a factory standard .303 mm rounds. It is belt fed interestingly. Abnormality in its cartridge from what we've seen is the design is shorter than what is typical which means that the range is lower as well as the impact due to the shape and power of the rounds themselves. These were never designed to penetrate armor but I imagine that they never expected such a threat to arise. With specializations like this it is only logical that it WILL rip through men and it will kill anyone using metal plating." _Stavickz turned to Zentha briefly, giving her such an answer before returning his eyes to Krizonar._ "Even if the armored unit was to deflect penetrations the direct trauma and caving would result in severe damage. However, I do believe you are correct in your assessment that the sections will attempt to move away and engage us. Staying with the gunners means allowing the enemy to push through even if they are taking casualties. The spear-men must be for close engagements and possibly to take on any armored units as these spears were made for penetration. We cannot allow them to touch our riflemen." "To gas them... You want to drop weapons overhead?" _Dymes chimed in, tapping a finger upon the table as he pondered the implications of this._ "I agree with your thought process Commander Dymes." _Stavickz spoke briefly, turning fully to face Zentha now._ "While we could quite easily turn and move in flak fire, the question there is morality. This weapon is effective. But we do not know what they possess outside of this information and we are dealing with an army. This is a defense created to deter an offensive and potential raiders. Given our numbers, it is true that they likely have our ground forces bound. I cannot condone this, neither can we allow them to potentially fire back with such weapons of war. We lose ethics support. We would be labeled just as awful and just as cruel. It wouldn't matter who started it, it would shake the very foundation of your organization's trust." "It appears I am easy to read in my old age, but I must side with the senior lieutenant in this case. While I value the strength of our weapons above all else, it would be impossible to recover from such information. The dawn of liberty... it is shaken. We are fragmented and divided. High General Heva is gone and so too the trust that came with her. She would never authorize such an attack. Heva always believed in treating others with compassion. This goes beyond questions of personal morality, this delves into societal pressure and politics and with our men so few in number..." "Division is the last thing we need." _Stavickz turned to Luduvika, motioning her over._ "Luduvika, what do you think?" "Hmmm... Kommandant, it stands to reason that we could dispose of those support teams from the sky, but there is no way of knowing for sure what they are capable of without more scouting. The houses cannot be ruled out either. While they provide us cover and should prevent the machine gun fire from engaging directly we should use caution. Grenades can go into the windows. Motars can collapse the ceiling and undoubtedly level the houses with time." "Temporary cover will have to work." _Stavickz then addressed the room, taking a step back and pacing momentarily to receive a report from an incoming Edel._ "We are quite capable of fighting from the sky, but our primary motive is to take those machine guns and mortars offline. However, the large structure is vital to our strategy. If transmissions or the fleeing section make it far enough to alert other divisions we will be crushed. I can provide my own input on how to command your forces, but they are not mine to command. With two open field for the machine guns to fire onto, motar men to halt your men in their tracks should they take cover, spear-men to deter your knights, and riflemen to challenge your own my recommendation is ebb and flow. You cannot afford to entrench yourself in this endeavor. Force the enemy to reposition and in effect you will retreat from your advantageous position. If those machine guns corner your forces into a corridor or and open field you will lose all of your men in a matter of minutes. You need to provide pressure otherwise all of their riflemen will focus onto us. I do not believe their machine-guns are capable of firing upon us as long as we stay within a certain distance from them, but time is of the essence. The second half of the plan depends on our fast and hard hitting assault." "Commander Stavicks has a point and one that I am working around as I can. Beyond the machine-guns is a supply depot that holds all that we need. It isn't incredibly guarded, but if they hear extended fighting for long... I imagine they will join the fight, retreat for reinforcements, and begin moving supplies. We need every last crate and barrel." "While I would offer more support, the fact is that we are not fully supplied. We specialize in being deep in enemy lines, but we have been separated from the rest of our group. If you have a plan we can attempt to accommodate you. Our accuracy in the sky is reliable and our movement hard to track. Make wise your decisions in the upcoming battle." "But do not rush yourselves. We have supply to wait out and train for a few days, but we must be certain of our attack strategy by the third day." "If we choose to delay, we can gather more intelligence and potentially supplies." _It was then that Luduvika spoke up, seeking Krizonar's attention._ "Kommandant? What of that artillery? If you could provide that support against their motar teams or perhaps even the machine guns beyond the buildings then perhaps we could attack them in the confusion!" "Artillery would solve one problem but so too would it start another. It would immediately alert the base behind... but with the machine gunners or motar men quickly disposed of... There is also only one exit from the compound. The entire section is surrounded by dangerous barricades and is intended to be funneled." _Stavickz added, generating new ideas._ "And if they are in shock we can hit them hard and quickly." _Dymes turned to Zentha, asking of her another question._ "Is there some other weapon in that odd arsenal of yours?"
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: The Hollowing Grounds [Closed RP]
> [{quoted}](name=Krizonar,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=gGrhUxOt,comment-id=04230000,timestamp=2019-03-25T14:29:11.625+0000) > > [{quoted}](name=Eagleheart,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=gGrhUxOt,comment-id=0423,timestamp=2019-03-05T18:31:26.187+0000) > A stare upon the admiral dawned. He blinked twice, eyes wandering to the ribbon and softly nodding as he looked to the doorway from which Sage was taken. Deep breath filled his lungs, an aura of certainty- even if of negative end- dawned within him. Much more made sense in his mind as the song of black march repurposed itself within his boots. To carry a commander of any kind... that was a point of grief. To carry the body of Heva... it was a soul damning tragedy which rested itself firmly in Sage. Dymes now felt it too. He had not the honor, nor the knowledge, to carry it in full strength; although seeing Krizonar with the ribbon was making Heva's state indisputable as one among the land of the living. The great general who could see all... the strategic mind of premonitions... she was no more. Heart began to weigh, hopes of rumors collapsing under their rusting weight. The one who could see all- could see no more. But perhaps this Admiral was a gift. Perhaps these foreigners of winged expertise were what was needed to get the job done. They had lost the crucial wars... and yet... The time in the black zone had been painful. He had lost so much after being driven out from his fortress. Urged by associates and officers he had to stand in convoy, watching flame consume his once beloved outpost. Much of the damage remained since then, but the counter attack must have been successful enough to retain some of the facility... yet what became of those who once stood guard? What became of those who repaired the outpost? It was impossible to know. However, his spirit spoke to his soul. They are gone- just as Heva is. Hours turned into days as the black zone took them by surprise. One by one he lost his officers. One by one he lost good men. Young recruits screaming for help as they were ripped open like sword to a cloth. The bravest of men swallowed by a beast of twelve talons. Their grand convoy separated by the giant beast Ojaska. At the time- he couldn't understand anything. How could the greatest army be destroyed by mindless abominations? How could the finest mages be sucked dry for their mana. What could he have done to stop the dreaded swarm? The black zones... it was a desperate escape... but as he had heard from those who had met him upon his arrival- Radesh gave up on his life merely one week after entering. All the same, he was honored to hear that scouts had been sent to find his corpse all the same. Dymes survived the swarm. Dymes survived the beasts. Dymes had scared off Ojaska. He did this- in the name of the dawn. But victory did not come without its price. The glory of thousands... reduced to mere hundreds. He was still alive... but what for- if not to help this one carry the torch she left behind? "Then, Admiral, you stand where she falls. I expect nothing but greatness from you. To wear her mark upon this world- is to carry the burden of the thousands fallen. Sage honored you with such a privilege. The Dawn have accepted what I have yet to fully understand. It is to my own life- a curse that I will carry forever. From this day forward, I will pledge myself to ensuring her death did not go to waste. Although, I wish Sage could join me one more time, it is out of the question for him to leave his bed." _Shifting his eyes around the room he called the commanders to the table, standing firmly above as he took a map from Volkbert and laid it out with pieces adjusted to fit enemy positions._ It had been detailed with topography as well as structures and units of interest. With all units laid out, the commander spoke again, using a pointing stick to direct their attention to the environment. "Listen well, now that we have gathered together we must discuss this in detail. The future of the dawn depends on our operations in full force. Blood and steel may very well forge the means of victory- but it will not sustain our organization. Senior Lieutenant Stavickz, the floor is yours." "Danke, Kommandant Dymes. I do not wish to waste time so I will cover our objectives clearly." _Taking the pointing stick from Dymes the Oberleutnant pointed out zones of interest as he spoke._ "We remain hundreds strong, but some among us are inexperienced to war. There will be two phases to this operation that we will carry out from here; Blade and Hilt. Within the area of blade we will encounter a moderate count of guards. Within the eastern end remains two sets of machinegun teams, three teams of motors, and six sections of riflemen. To the southern end- lay a mansion of sorts. I would imagine it is a communications hub from the information gathered. Intelligence is surely there, but take caution to not set fire to the documentation. It is guarded by six sections of foot soldiers wielding spears and-" "I must have been gone for long. Explain what these... machine guns and... sections of infantry are." "The machine gun is a rapid fire projectile that is designed to spread out over a set area of effect with the purpose of quickly killing the opposition- or to suppress their movement. It is just as much a scare tactic to buy time as it is a means to dispose of unwanted guests." "It's quite gruesome by such a description... What of the section?" "It is a unit of measurement designated by the enemy themselves. It consists of 7 individuals which means that with six sections there are forty-two soldiers of which one is a low ranking officer." "Not an overwhelming count." "No, but we are at disadvantage." "The projectiles?" "Precisely. That machine gun will- by my estimation of its engineering- fire at a rate of 320 rounds per minute." "What does that mean for us?" "320 divided by the sixty gives us five and a third projectiles which will be fired in a mere second. Given there are two machine guns you double that. Its effective range is 500 meters. A forward assault without deviation of path will result in high casualties. Do not attempt a frontal assault while the guns are firing. It is hardly the only force in our way. there is an open flank neglected by the enemy which is set upon higher elevation. In theory, it acts as a barrier for themselves as they can see who attempts to cross and will likely attempt to move a machine gun team or its riflemen to handle the threat based on the numerical threat it poses." "Then assault may need assistance. From my understanding of the potential of rifling... we will bleed numbers incredibly fast. Continue with the intel." "There is a messenger section designated to one of the infantry. If they should flee- it will mean reinforcements. I recommend using terrain and the smaller houses for cover. In addition, the back of the mansion appears to be well guarded with wall and wire. There is either a stockpile of documents- or something greater within. I would advise caution while approaching the unknown." "These are the words spoken for Blade?" "The words spoken of its potential combatants and resources." "That will do for now. Commanders, do you have faith in our fight?" "As the proud commander of my noble brothers and sisters, the wings of Edel will claim the sky once more. Victory will be obtained, no matter the storm. Für Gott und Kaiser!" _Volkbert exclaimed, Luduvika proudly sounding off her own exclamation alongside him. They grinned, welcoming the challenge._ What say you, Krizonar and Zentha?
: Kole awoke initially to a sense of nothingness, his vision black and hearing blurred as if his ears were stuffed with cotton and his skin feeling nought but weightless paralysis. His surroundings were serene and empty to him as if non-existent, but he could feel no calmness or peace. In fact his mind was racing, filled with a jumbled mess of recent memories and an impending sense of danger and adrenaline as if he were fighting for his very life though for this second he could not recall what was happening. Suddenly he could feel something press around his body, a growing sensation of pain and weakness that spread from head to toe, causing the skin of his face to wrinkle and tense as much as it helped his mind to refocus and awaken fully. Flashes of memory also returned to him as he realised that this pain was not caused by something happening in this instant, but it was from wounds he had received moments ago and his nerves were only now waking up with the rest of him, pain being the first sensation they recognised with it's intensity. After the pain came other feelings, a crushing pressure in his chest as his heart beat like mad and he gasped desperately for oxygen that his weary, overworked body craved in lungfuls a second. He could feel the familiar touch of leather and metal over his body, armour he had placed upon himself and made use of thoroughly and the uncomfortable scratching of dirt and blood that had seeped into the gaps between plating and skin. Afterwards his hearing returned more wholly to him, a deafening boom of wild cheering and applause that surrounded him on all sides hitting his ears like a hammer, making him aware of a tremendous headache he also held. Still confused as to what exactly was going on he opened his dusty eyes and glanced about, seeing that he was indeed laying stomach-down on the ground, amidst a sea of other bodies that similarly laid still all around him. Blood, a mixture of his own and countless others, pooled around his form. With a grunt of ungraceful exertion he presses his palms into the dirt below and begins to use his bulky arms to push himself upward, the action surprising him with how difficult it was as if he had a boulder placed upon his back. His joints ached and whined at being utilised but eventually he was able to move his upper body enough to get his knees under himself for support. His long hair blocked most of his view while his head was face down like this but he remembered where he was; Decius' Arena. Kole had been fighting here for what felt like ages now, sticking himself to the fighting pits to scrape up enough gold to survive using the only skill set he felt he had left, that of a warrior. This situation he found himself in now was just another brawl, a massive free-for-all consisting of fighters of all backgrounds and abilities thrown into a large arena to battle amongst each other until only one stands, all for the entertainment of the equally enormous crowd. With another sharp exhalation of effort he began to move himself up further, forcing his legs into action to get his feet planted against the ground and underneath him and starting to stand. A moment later he was stood up as straight as he could manage and immediately began turning his head to survey his surroundings, his soldier's instinct kicking in and keeping him alert despite the damage he had already sustained. His flesh was practically screaming at his brain how much pain it was in, but Kole knew all he could do for now was push past it. It was not that he felt less pain than others, though decades of combat had left his nerves duller and less active. It was simply that his mind had become well practised at ignoring the woes of his body when required. His vision was still blurry and caked with black and red spots but he managed to get a decent look around while his memory fully returned to him. This all-against-all battle had been going on for what felt like hours now with Kole having been part of the starting wave of fighters sent into the pit and had battled his way to where he was now since then. He couldn't recall how many other people he had traded blows with, there was so much action and blood that the faces were just blank in his memory. What he could definitely remember though was that something hard had smashed him in the head, likely the cause of his blacking out and subsequent awakening just seconds ago. The state of the arena now was a grim one, bodies in all directions lying flat and still on the ground. Most were unmoving, bloodied and gave off a chilling lifelessness. Others were twitching and groaning, the lucky few who were knocked down but left alive or those that faked defeat at the earliest convenience to avoid the risk of getting hit at all that were either ignored by the other fighters or quickly run through by those seeing an easy kill. Weapons were messily strewn around, either dropped onto the ground or left embedded in a now dead fighter. He turned his vision onto himself next to check the state of his gear. His armour, a mixture of plate, chain and leather was warped in many places and riddled with scratches and dents. He could also feel that the skin underneath was a host to raw bruises and weeping cuts but despite the pain it caused he figured he was not fatally wounded and could keep himself upright, if also somewhat wobbly. What caught his eye next was that as far as he could see no one else was standing, accompanied by the roar of the crowd above him made him wonder if he truly was the last man standing, a prospect that excited him not because of the glory or gold but because of the relief that being able to finally sit down and rest would bring him. His heavy, ragged breathing finally started to calm but the lingering adrenaline surging through his muscles kept his heart pumping harshly. Suddenly, he felt something. His twitched his head slightly to the side as he heard something behind him past the cheering, the shuffling of limping feet and the telltale rasp of a blade dragged across the soil. He could feel a change in the air just behind him, a pressure caused by something filling the empty space. His eyes widened slightly as he knew what it was, keeping his back to the source of the footsteps and feigning ignorance. In an instance it all stopped and all he could hear once again was the crowd but he remained patient, not bothering to worry about the risk as he was entirely focused on the next few seconds. Within a split second he could feel it in air once again, the noise of leather-clad arms moving in an arc to swing a weapon and the sensation of something rapid coming down toward him from behind. Reflexively Kole turned and dodged to the side, growling as the act caused the fire in his limbs to flare. He could see it now, a man even more wounded than him attempting an attack unseen with a longsword. The blade whistled through the air as the man's overhead chop landed the edge sloppily into the dirt where Kole once stood, his grimaced and primal expression turning into one of rage as he went to pull his sword back out of the ground. Kole could see how tired and battered his opponent was, moreso than him. Curling his unarmed and plated hand into a fist he turns his whole body around at the hip to prepare a haymaker. His well worn muscles pulling taut and springing into action Kole threw his fist around in a wide arc and smacked the other man in the jaw before he could pull his sword up for another blow. The swordsman's unprotected head violently twisted beyond what was possible unaided, spittle and blood jetting from his lips in a thick spray. He was still standing though, eyes now unfocused and glazed but his hands and arms still lifting the blade as if he were now acting on instinct. The haymaker had sent Kole's body further in the direction of the punch than he wanted, unable to compensate for the force turning him due to his fatigue. Seeing the man was still readying another blow Kole gritted his teeth and pulled his whole body tight, going along with the leftover energy causing him to turn and pivot so that he was almost doing a full 360 degree spiral. As he did this he held his other arm out in a second fist, performing a spinning backfist that made contact with the man's jaw again and sent a huge amount of energy crashing into him. This time Kole could hear a wet crunch from the swordsman's head, his whole body sent flying in an involuntary pirouette before collapsing unconscious onto the ground. Left stumbling and tripping over his own feet after his second strike Kole was barely about to stabilise himself, closing his eyes and letting out a loud growl of frustration, angered by his own weariness and near inability to even move properly. His breathing had once again become hard and fast, eyesight temporarily wavy and unclear as dizziness from his spin had set in. The man who had snuck up on him was left defeated, now just another motionless sack of meat amongst the rest. Coughing up and feeling sweat cover his skin all over Kole could not celebrate this victory for long, he tilted his head up and in the distance past the cloudiness in his tired eyes he could see something. Another unclear figure stood up and facing toward him, the only other person left and seemingly ready to fight. Letting the adrenaline run his body now, Kole still had some fight left in him, clenching his fists and pulling his arms up to widen his stance he let out a lion-like, inhuman roar at the other last man standing. He waited for the other's response, standing his ground firmly...
> [{quoted}](name=MasketaMan,realm=EUW,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=gGrhUxOt,comment-id=0424,timestamp=2019-03-28T14:04:16.724+0000) > >Kole _There was silence. While the crowd yet roared and chanted, in the battlefield between two combatants there was yet still a silence. Both warriors would have known it well. It was the deafening silence when one entered a trance so deep that none around them could ever hope to pull them out of it. Explosions to left and right couldn't have put the beast of war to sleep. Then-** it came.**_ _With a digging step the creature appeared before Kole with bloodied mouth and a broken horn. Patches of hair were gone and both of its wings were severed brutally. Skin was exposed from the rip and tear of battle but the creature of red skin marched slowly towards Kole with a split tail. Their armor was worn just as much as he was physically. Dried blood and tears on their cheeks told all it had to, but even with death standing before them both there was that ringing. Breath drew heavily as the horned creature titled their head and rested their bulky arms to their sides. Bronze bracers had been turned to crimson and the emblem upon its waist guard. A deep snarl came from the man, boiling blood cooling as he took his left hand to grab at one of the many slots upon his person._ "Kyata! Kyata! Kyata!" _The crowd chanted, sending those familiar vibes that Kole must have known by now. The crowd wanted their finale. It had to be good. It build up to this and to give them anything less would be a crime. Yet, even those in the stands knew this scene all too well. These warriors were exhausted. With the dust slowly settling there would come a moment where they would be done gathering breath. There would come a time when all silence would be broken. In seeing that these two were in fact their last, they quieted down, watching and awaiting the final fight in the arena drenched in a well of blood._ "I offer you a fair duel." _The man spoke, thud after thud sounding with feet moving towards Kole just enough to lazily throw a waraxe to his feet. Hand slipped back to holsters and he drew one for himself. Arm lifted to wipe off the blood from his nose and flared them after to breathe. Eyes were partially glazed, much blood upon his body was his own. He took the time to rest, listening for Kole's name so he could honor the fight. The man's armor was left with many notches. Any man could see they once held many items, but now they were exhausted of them all. All that was left were two war axes which now had none. This was the end of the line._ "I am Atrovia of Lautrix. By what name are you known by?"
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: > [{quoted}](name=Sun Fishbird,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=gGrhUxOt,comment-id=03f600000000000000000000000000000000000100000000,timestamp=2017-07-19T01:21:22.085+0000) > "I understand. I wouldn't be telling you as much as I had if I didn't feel I couldn't trust you with that information. I don't mean to try and guilt trip you either, that is something I want made clear. I am telling you of the past and the fallen not because I am desperately trying to persuade you, but because I want you to know what the resistance has lost. We've done all we can and for so many to die for nothing is something that I can't be proud of. I just want this to end. You will be given freedom to heal and speak as you wish. You are not a tool for free use. Speak if that is what you wish. Remain silent if it is in your best interests. Politics is an ugly thing and I know what it is like to be caught in the middle of a freshly brewed mess. I've known it all too well ever since I was made leader of the resistance." _Radesh would extend his hand to her, a faint smile on his lips._ "I'm sorry that I got us off track, but I'm sure you know just as well as I that any body of government must be united if it expects to accomplish anything. I have sacrificed much to get the resistance where it is today. I don't plan on letting all of our work go to waste. It is insanity but one faction wants to stay in this hell of a place. The Black Stinger. Our long time rivals and enemies to freedom. As long as strife is existent in the Hollowing Grounds they get to have all the mercenary work they want. King, Leader of the Black Crown sub faction, is a very powerful man. He's also our enemy. He is a monarch as you could imagine, but he is absolute. He wants people to stay just as the Black Stinger does so he can control the flow of resources and open up opportunities with the warden... Prisoners creating prisoners..." _After further travel Radesh would eventually stop the cart and would sigh, stepping out for a moment to open up a compartment on the side of the vehicle. Out came flowers of many colors and with it came a grip of sorrow on the bouquet. Walking back to Elena he would give her notification before leaving._ "I... I need to visit some old friends. I will return in a few. After this we'll go to one of our infirmaries." _Radesh walked down a long corridor beyond the door which kept it sealed. Two soldiers saluted their commander as he passed, emotions sealed behind rigid eyes. A final door opened by hand which lead to the thousands of tombstones lined up with the tomb of Emna resting at the very back. A long salute came from Radesh, tears forming in his eyes as one by one the dead faded into view. Each one wore a smile as he passed by them and gave their shouts accordingly. "Good to see you, sir" accompanying every one of them as he came closer and closer to Emna who awaited him with hands behind her back and a smile burning through his heart._ _He would hand her the flowers, a hug between the two transpiring." "I'm sorry..." "You don't have to apologize anymore, Rae. It's almost over." "It can't end soon enough, Emna... What if I get this woman killed?" "Elena will be fine... All you have to do is make sure that you lead. Do not doubt yourself." "My party dwindles every day... but if you believe I am on the right track..." "Don't wait for my beliefs. Believe in what you think is right. Do it so that this will never happen again." _Emna would salute with that familiar smile, the wrinkles from stress showing in her wide welcoming. Radesh followed suit, a more serious expression as he looked her in the eyes and felt weak from the stress that was building up from within. However, before he could lower his arm with hers coming down his eyes widened from the sudden collapse of Emna, the wound in her stomach forming again._ "Emna!" _The man slammed himself to the ground, holding her tightly against himself as he leaned against the wall, the gasping woman clutching his arm and the screams of the soldiers shaking Radesh greatly. The thousands of soldiers before him violently took wounds that were not present before and each fell down in violent ways all too familiar to what he remembered. The screams for help... The plea for life... Radesh closed his eyes and soon found himself standing in front of Emna's tomb. Sweat poured down the sides of his forehead with tears accompanying them. He walked over to the side of the tomb, kissed the grave, and put the flowers upon the center. A prayer was spoken, and the leader returned._ _When Radesh entered the vehicle once more, Cero seemed rather concerned._ "Are you alright commander?" _He was slow to respond, his hard breathing muffling his words before he gave a small nod. It took a little longer, but he wiped his face clean with his sleeve and spoke with a rasp voice._ "Yes... I... I'll be fine. Memories... That's all they are... memories... Elena are... Are you ready to go?"
> [{quoted}](name=Sariran,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=gGrhUxOt,comment-id=03f60000000000000000000000000000000000010000000000000044,timestamp=2019-03-22T21:06:13.086+0000) > > > Elena Holywell "Well, as much as I enjoy you sitting here in relative peace, I'm sure you'll find displeasure in my opinion of crusading brigades. As it stands there is nothing more irritating to the demon on high than the potential growth of holy units. It's why it disturbs me to have you sitting where you are. I can _FEEL_ the power radiating from Lisra and I'm assuming you are hiding whatever strength left that you hold. In addition. The Demon Lord can detect it and if he thinks I am stockpiling warriors and healers of light it will mean war." _After taking a bite of his steak, after properly cutting it, of course, he continued with an empty mouth._ "Normally, I welcome the challenge, but if you are correct in what you are saying then you realize that Kaldapharias' forces are more than simply rotting undead. They consist of people from different races and are both living and dead. He has an unknown collection of monstrosities hidden throughout the lands and I am certain he will try to unleash them once he feels threatened. I am not yet strong enough to face off against him. We could valiantly push but for what is it for if we lose the war? I have no doubts we would win many battles and further win against many odds stacked against us, but I have seen him wage war. I know what his men were capable of and keep track of battles yet still. I know he too anticipates the day I strike him as he does not trust me as much as he says." _He shifted in his seat, looking to Edward. He was a loyal officer and one that King loved as a son._ "Look at my officer here and know that he is an embodiment of loyalty. Edward is the pinnacle of monarchistic blood and his family was pure of any undead. He is loyal to his people and only his people. You ask me to risk many like him and many more who fail to live up to his glory by allowing you to crusade freely. You may be of Mer, and while I do love a religion of action, I feel it will be a move that will prod the shoulder of a sleeping monolith... Yet..." _Lisra would pipe up, still stunned that this did not become much more of a fight than it was._ "I- um... King?" "Yes, Lisra?" "Does this mean you will allow me to fight?" "I never said such a thing... but... well I must submit. I have done my best to keep this from happening but I know that this champion of Mer will fight no matter what I say. So long as he doesn't think it is my church, which he believes is nothing more than idle paganism, then what can I say. Miracles are, by technicality, illegal, of course. They are only allowed within Sanctuary when broad in scale. Still... I suppose you need not tell him of who you stand for. After all, you have the priestess of Mer standing beside you." _For the first time, King seemed emotional. In his saddened state he stood and put down his crown, locking the door for a moment as he passed by Elena and offered a hand to Lisra in a less than noble fashion. His walk had been that of a commoner. Once she took his hand he stood her up and hugged her abruptly, sinking his hands into the back of her skin as he kissed her upon the lips. Flustered and confused Lisra grunted in protest before gently settling her hands upon his arms._ _The move had shocked Edward, causing him to stand and kick his chair over in a half stumble._ "MY- MY LIEGE! THI-THIS ISN'T- I..." _After pulling away King placed his hands upon hers, quickly._ "In case you never return, may you remember that in my heart I have always loved you. I had to make you think I hated you and your church. You are my friend and you supported me when I was low. Forgive me. Go forth and conquer, that is my decree." _He helped her sit down, the woman breathing off beat as her face burned with flames of confused emotions as the lord of the monarchy unlocked the door and sat back down with his crown firmly upon his frame._ "I cannot help you fully, but I am willing to help organize supplies and, if you can provide appropriate uniform designs, men. You must never reveal they are my forces and they must not be many. They may claim to be from Lisra's section, but that is all. I cannot risk war with my enemy. I know I will not win while I am building my army. Within time I will secure myself as commander of the Black Stinger. Once I have conquered the leader of that group I will have the manpower I need to fill my ranks and I will own enough territory to not be crushed... My involvement with the church is... Well, never mind that. You know what you are here for. I guess I will have to mobilize faster. I have no other choice." "Are you sure, my King?" _Edward asked, now seated again, although still somewhat shocked. Not quite as shocked as Lisra, mind you, as she was still slouched in her chair holding her hands into her face and... crying. Not tears of feeling abused, but rather tears of realizing something that he revealed in one action. Edward was focused, and sighed internally at what calculations there were._ "Yes, Edward. I am on the cusp of overtaking the largest group left in the Hollowing Grounds. Once I have them I can consider conquest. We must not fail. If we do, not we, nor the champion of Mer will have these lands. She intends to prod so I intend to push to a status of war." "Why not delay her objectives?" _Edward would comment, looking to Elena almost as though she were an enemy to his kingdom._ "Because I see use in this, but I couldn't let some fool run into death without an opinion. If she is as strong as I hope, then there is no reason to stop her. As long as Kaldapharias believes it is a god, and one that is foreign, then all will be fine... but I know what you want to do Edward..." _King would turn to Elena once more, resigning to eating after he was done talking._ "If you will be so gracious as to accept Edward, then make use of him how you can. He does not bow to you. If you displease him I will provide then I give Edward the sovereignty to withdraw with the troops. You work together or not at all." "I... Do have a question, Elena." _Edward began, audibly sighing as if he couldn't believe he was asking this._ "If... If I accept your religion, what do I stand to gain? I want to make sure these undead do not rise again. More importantly, will I lose any of myself? If King should notice I act unlike myself, I would have you know that the consequences will be dire so be up front."
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: > [{quoted}](name=Sun Fishbird,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=gGrhUxOt,comment-id=03f600000000000000000000000000000000000100000000,timestamp=2017-07-19T01:21:22.085+0000) > "I understand. I wouldn't be telling you as much as I had if I didn't feel I couldn't trust you with that information. I don't mean to try and guilt trip you either, that is something I want made clear. I am telling you of the past and the fallen not because I am desperately trying to persuade you, but because I want you to know what the resistance has lost. We've done all we can and for so many to die for nothing is something that I can't be proud of. I just want this to end. You will be given freedom to heal and speak as you wish. You are not a tool for free use. Speak if that is what you wish. Remain silent if it is in your best interests. Politics is an ugly thing and I know what it is like to be caught in the middle of a freshly brewed mess. I've known it all too well ever since I was made leader of the resistance." _Radesh would extend his hand to her, a faint smile on his lips._ "I'm sorry that I got us off track, but I'm sure you know just as well as I that any body of government must be united if it expects to accomplish anything. I have sacrificed much to get the resistance where it is today. I don't plan on letting all of our work go to waste. It is insanity but one faction wants to stay in this hell of a place. The Black Stinger. Our long time rivals and enemies to freedom. As long as strife is existent in the Hollowing Grounds they get to have all the mercenary work they want. King, Leader of the Black Crown sub faction, is a very powerful man. He's also our enemy. He is a monarch as you could imagine, but he is absolute. He wants people to stay just as the Black Stinger does so he can control the flow of resources and open up opportunities with the warden... Prisoners creating prisoners..." _After further travel Radesh would eventually stop the cart and would sigh, stepping out for a moment to open up a compartment on the side of the vehicle. Out came flowers of many colors and with it came a grip of sorrow on the bouquet. Walking back to Elena he would give her notification before leaving._ "I... I need to visit some old friends. I will return in a few. After this we'll go to one of our infirmaries." _Radesh walked down a long corridor beyond the door which kept it sealed. Two soldiers saluted their commander as he passed, emotions sealed behind rigid eyes. A final door opened by hand which lead to the thousands of tombstones lined up with the tomb of Emna resting at the very back. A long salute came from Radesh, tears forming in his eyes as one by one the dead faded into view. Each one wore a smile as he passed by them and gave their shouts accordingly. "Good to see you, sir" accompanying every one of them as he came closer and closer to Emna who awaited him with hands behind her back and a smile burning through his heart._ _He would hand her the flowers, a hug between the two transpiring." "I'm sorry..." "You don't have to apologize anymore, Rae. It's almost over." "It can't end soon enough, Emna... What if I get this woman killed?" "Elena will be fine... All you have to do is make sure that you lead. Do not doubt yourself." "My party dwindles every day... but if you believe I am on the right track..." "Don't wait for my beliefs. Believe in what you think is right. Do it so that this will never happen again." _Emna would salute with that familiar smile, the wrinkles from stress showing in her wide welcoming. Radesh followed suit, a more serious expression as he looked her in the eyes and felt weak from the stress that was building up from within. However, before he could lower his arm with hers coming down his eyes widened from the sudden collapse of Emna, the wound in her stomach forming again._ "Emna!" _The man slammed himself to the ground, holding her tightly against himself as he leaned against the wall, the gasping woman clutching his arm and the screams of the soldiers shaking Radesh greatly. The thousands of soldiers before him violently took wounds that were not present before and each fell down in violent ways all too familiar to what he remembered. The screams for help... The plea for life... Radesh closed his eyes and soon found himself standing in front of Emna's tomb. Sweat poured down the sides of his forehead with tears accompanying them. He walked over to the side of the tomb, kissed the grave, and put the flowers upon the center. A prayer was spoken, and the leader returned._ _When Radesh entered the vehicle once more, Cero seemed rather concerned._ "Are you alright commander?" _He was slow to respond, his hard breathing muffling his words before he gave a small nod. It took a little longer, but he wiped his face clean with his sleeve and spoke with a rasp voice._ "Yes... I... I'll be fine. Memories... That's all they are... memories... Elena are... Are you ready to go?"
> [{quoted}](name=Sariran,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=gGrhUxOt,comment-id=03f60000000000000000000000000000000000010000000000000042,timestamp=2019-02-04T04:52:56.660+0000) > _King raised an eyebrow at her sudden laughing. There was questioning of what play there was to be had here, but it soon revealed itself with rolling thunder. Astonishing, really. Soon King found himself raising both eyebrows at such bold retorts. He was impressed. Not one to play with words she seemed to gladly pound them the moment she found the opportunity to do so with aggression that caused Lisra to widen her expression and Edward to continue to hold his own, although, perhaps with a bit of a furrowed brow._ There was silence from King at first, a death glare for a moment before smirking and turning to Edward. "K-King there isn't any reason to-" _Lisra intervened_ "Silence, Lisra." _King responded. He turned to Edward fully, pulling out a bullet and gesturing it to Elena as he spoke._ "You could learn a thing or two from a woman like this. However..." _King turned his attention back to Elena, folding a leg over the other as he consumed a thin slice of his cheese and giving a satisfied hum. With a knife gently cut into his cheese he brought himself forward with elbow on table to present his retort._ "While it is true that a war won in a single battle is not a true feat of victory and is more of fairy tales brought to life by a glorified telling of uneven armies any one soldier would question the purpose of a war when so ill prepared! A probing attack is one thing but full scale division assaults on the undead without proper supply and force creates a pointless conflict which renders the supplies burned for the entire trip null and void and people lucky to get out with their lives! However!" _King stood, calming his demeanor and bowing slightly_ "I apologize for my assumptions. I was wrong to make such accusations without information. It does not well for someone as regal as I even if my friend positioned beside you has often made the request to suicide into lands I wish for her not to participate in. Oh! James!" _King turned to a servant as he placed down more food and garlic bread for the soldier and clergywomen to enjoy._ "Bring out the finest wine. Thank you." _After clearing his throat he returned to his spot and resumed but with a calmer tone._ "I understand your bravery comes with some level of confidence. I did not become king and maintain this position by foolishly taking on what I could not handle. However, it has been a long time since your return, has it not been? Times have changed and so have the weapons that have been created in the process. The dark arts have grown stronger. They have created biological weapons that rifles struggle to catch. And worst of all..." _From within his coat he pulled out a blue cube surging with a black power within. The strands of dark light flowed around in the box with a level of instability that was difficult to track. All in all, it wasn't good news._ "They can finally stop magic dead in its tracks. This is a nullification cube. It drains mana and magical sources with a radius with violent oppression. It even goes so far as to absorb life essence if there is enough within the body of the one caught by this grenade. And the demon known as Kaldapharias used these extensively for experimentation on elemental to test their efficiency." _He placed the cube down, sighing after._ "This is an old model. I don't even know how strong the ones his scientist and magicians are working on are. While I might sound like a young man who is down talking an elder respect the fact that I care about your safety. That is all I am asking." _Lisra would gently place a hand on Elena's shoulder, attempting to reassure her._ _As more platters were set down and plates distributed evenly servants pulled of the steaming tops and began to place down premium red and white meats with vigor. Each had been cooked with spices and a light layering of butter to add flavor. Rich gravy placed in the center for their own distribution and some held by servants, one of which offered to pour some on select meats as yet more food was brought out. Fresh fruits and vegetables with sides beginning to get rolled out and placed on the plate according to the decision of the guests and host. The options, naturally, were many._ _Edward seemed rather at peace, sighing quietly as he relaxed with Lisra still worried that things would explode further._
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: The Hollowing Grounds [Closed RP]
--- **Zentha** --- _A small team of soldiers ran to Zentha as she eagerly stepped towards the war room in the center of the outpost._ "Commander Zentha! Good morning!" _They gave their brief salutes, awaiting her response before continuing._ "We have been instructed to bring you sooner than expected. Commander Dymes awoke earlier than expected. He wants the commanders to join him in the war room as soon as possible... although it looks like you were on your way... uh... carry on, ma'am. We will just escort you. Dyme's orders." _The woman sounded somewhat embarassed as she stepped aside, simply saluting with the small team and following with her to ensure she reached her destination without difficulty. --- **Krizonar** --- "We... we remember our neighbors. We will never forget who they are." _The officer eyed Sage. If Krizonar was watching she'd notice a shred of sympathy escaping his hard outlook. There was a long story behind that stare and one that he knew quite well. His face tightened after, returning to looking directly at her with the same expression as before._ "Would it be preferable to adopt your salute while addressing you? Or shall we maintain our own gesture?" _Although he had no horns he made do with matching her hand's position with his right hand. He would lower it after she did hers._ "Rodet is an Edel-Human mix. I do believe the Edel part is dominant. Judging by his blood I would say he was possibly from a region I'm quite familiar with but... out here? Life is quite strange." The officer smiled in response to the purr, finding himself more at peace as he took his position at the table with Luduvika set to join him._ "I believe that with time we can explore more of his heritage beyond our own people. I plan on nourishing him through our medical team. The more full he is the better he will be as a unit. In his current state I would guess he he isn't moving as fast as he should be. However, I do believe we have a war to fight. From what I've been informed the other commander should be arriving shortly." https://youtu.be/TLxv_g_zQkY _It wasn't very long after Volk spoke that in came a man wearing a scarf over his mouth. His skin had been damaged and darkened from the combat and environment he endured. Skin was greyed and he stood at a height of 5' 10", not much taller than the Edel officer. His clothes were ragged. Patches were in places and stitch work done as best as possible for the situation was evident in places. His uniform had seen a lot of hell and it remained together by repair after repair. Yet, despite its damage, it didn't look so bad. It had obviously been well kept outside of those damages. The dawn soldiers in the room moved closer._ "Sir? Did your replacement uniform not fit you?" _One of the soldiers asked, moving closer to the commander as Zentha was brought in through the other door._ "No. It fit. But it didn't feel right." _The man stepped to the center of the room, simply staring at the board. The Edels moved to the back left corner, the medical team carrying Sage out of the room as the winged soldiers kept their feathers tucked tightly. There was silence from the commander as he simply continued to stare._ "Sir? Commander Dymes?" _The dawn soldier asked, curious as to what the commander meant._ "I... This outpost... We used to operate here. I remember when we had hundreds of soldiers marching in and out. Our generals met here. We made so many plans from this outpost. There was a time when these walls weren't dull and grey. The wood held firm without splinter and crack. We were the greatest army known to this island. I miss those times... Let's begin." _The commander would shift his feet as he approached the board against the wall. Gloved fingers touched the bottom, lifting gently before grabbing a lever and twisting it. A hole opened in the wall by the Edels. He walked to it, grabbing the box within and dusting it off. Walking to the table he placed down the container on the corner. He pulled down his scarf, blowing on the pieces with his aged lips and grabbing a stick from within. He drummed against the table in that familiar march as slowly he sped up. Piece by piece touched down on the table. Symbols representing units coming down in colors of red, blue, green, and yellow. Red and blue held most abundance. Enemy and ally respectively. Yellow was the representation of a foreign force. Green were neutral. All had been organized and labeled with single letters and numbers. After every piece had been moved to their respective sides the commander dusted his hands and walked around the table. He methodically examined every piece as he paced around the table. He could hear orders being given. He relived the moment of glory as he planned out his next assault. His eyes shifted to a non existent front, planning his counter offensive._ "There." _He whispered. A finger tapping a weak point in a non existant front. A chuckle. And then... As he pulled his eyes up, he noticed them; the portraits were in place. They had been turned but he knew what he would find. He knew they had been touched._ "Volkbert... They have been... handled properly, yes?" "Of course, Kommandant Dymes." _The commander first turned over the portrait on the left of the center piece. It was the first leader of the Dawn of Liberty. To the right there was a portrait of Heva. The commander stepped back after grabbing the center piece, nodding as if to approve of the quality done to clean off those precious pictures. And, although slowly, he finally turned over the last portrait and hung it up in the center._ _It was a portrait of a younger man standing proudly in his uniform. It was the same as the commander's. His strong features, hardened stance and tough shoulders protruding dominance from the mere feel of the picture's aura. The man even had a very short beard of black color. Medals rested upon his left breast and strips of ribbons flowed across his right, fastened down to the bottom of the breast to tightly hold them in place for all to see. The light blue scarf in the picture complimented by the tan uniform he had on display. The coat worn without blemish._ _Dymes turned around, stroking his longer, light-grey, beard as he took the same pose as in the portrait. He was an older man now. Much had changed since the day that was painted. He gave a chuckle as he looked into the eyes of those who were with him. Potential._ "Hmm... Not black anymore. But it will do. I am Colonel Helfadon Dymes. Commander of the Sowithe Outpost. Welcome to my home. We will not be losing it again."
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: > [{quoted}](name=Sun Fishbird,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=gGrhUxOt,comment-id=03f600000000000000000000000000000000000100000000,timestamp=2017-07-19T01:21:22.085+0000) > "I understand. I wouldn't be telling you as much as I had if I didn't feel I couldn't trust you with that information. I don't mean to try and guilt trip you either, that is something I want made clear. I am telling you of the past and the fallen not because I am desperately trying to persuade you, but because I want you to know what the resistance has lost. We've done all we can and for so many to die for nothing is something that I can't be proud of. I just want this to end. You will be given freedom to heal and speak as you wish. You are not a tool for free use. Speak if that is what you wish. Remain silent if it is in your best interests. Politics is an ugly thing and I know what it is like to be caught in the middle of a freshly brewed mess. I've known it all too well ever since I was made leader of the resistance." _Radesh would extend his hand to her, a faint smile on his lips._ "I'm sorry that I got us off track, but I'm sure you know just as well as I that any body of government must be united if it expects to accomplish anything. I have sacrificed much to get the resistance where it is today. I don't plan on letting all of our work go to waste. It is insanity but one faction wants to stay in this hell of a place. The Black Stinger. Our long time rivals and enemies to freedom. As long as strife is existent in the Hollowing Grounds they get to have all the mercenary work they want. King, Leader of the Black Crown sub faction, is a very powerful man. He's also our enemy. He is a monarch as you could imagine, but he is absolute. He wants people to stay just as the Black Stinger does so he can control the flow of resources and open up opportunities with the warden... Prisoners creating prisoners..." _After further travel Radesh would eventually stop the cart and would sigh, stepping out for a moment to open up a compartment on the side of the vehicle. Out came flowers of many colors and with it came a grip of sorrow on the bouquet. Walking back to Elena he would give her notification before leaving._ "I... I need to visit some old friends. I will return in a few. After this we'll go to one of our infirmaries." _Radesh walked down a long corridor beyond the door which kept it sealed. Two soldiers saluted their commander as he passed, emotions sealed behind rigid eyes. A final door opened by hand which lead to the thousands of tombstones lined up with the tomb of Emna resting at the very back. A long salute came from Radesh, tears forming in his eyes as one by one the dead faded into view. Each one wore a smile as he passed by them and gave their shouts accordingly. "Good to see you, sir" accompanying every one of them as he came closer and closer to Emna who awaited him with hands behind her back and a smile burning through his heart._ _He would hand her the flowers, a hug between the two transpiring." "I'm sorry..." "You don't have to apologize anymore, Rae. It's almost over." "It can't end soon enough, Emna... What if I get this woman killed?" "Elena will be fine... All you have to do is make sure that you lead. Do not doubt yourself." "My party dwindles every day... but if you believe I am on the right track..." "Don't wait for my beliefs. Believe in what you think is right. Do it so that this will never happen again." _Emna would salute with that familiar smile, the wrinkles from stress showing in her wide welcoming. Radesh followed suit, a more serious expression as he looked her in the eyes and felt weak from the stress that was building up from within. However, before he could lower his arm with hers coming down his eyes widened from the sudden collapse of Emna, the wound in her stomach forming again._ "Emna!" _The man slammed himself to the ground, holding her tightly against himself as he leaned against the wall, the gasping woman clutching his arm and the screams of the soldiers shaking Radesh greatly. The thousands of soldiers before him violently took wounds that were not present before and each fell down in violent ways all too familiar to what he remembered. The screams for help... The plea for life... Radesh closed his eyes and soon found himself standing in front of Emna's tomb. Sweat poured down the sides of his forehead with tears accompanying them. He walked over to the side of the tomb, kissed the grave, and put the flowers upon the center. A prayer was spoken, and the leader returned._ _When Radesh entered the vehicle once more, Cero seemed rather concerned._ "Are you alright commander?" _He was slow to respond, his hard breathing muffling his words before he gave a small nod. It took a little longer, but he wiped his face clean with his sleeve and spoke with a rasp voice._ "Yes... I... I'll be fine. Memories... That's all they are... memories... Elena are... Are you ready to go?"
> [{quoted}](name=Sariran,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=gGrhUxOt,comment-id=03f60000000000000000000000000000000000010000000000000040,timestamp=2019-02-04T00:38:04.358+0000) > "I see. Crusader then. You were a part of that group that failed. You even think you can win now. Admirable, surely, but if you're coming to me then it has to be something more than pleasantries. Are you looking to mobilize the church? Maybe take Lisra from me seeing as she is here and looks very different than before? It's not happening. You don't seem to realize what you are facing if all you have is divinity." "King!" _Lisra would speak, standing with a hand to her chest._ "Place trust in this esteemed crusader! She has lived longer than us both! How can you fail to trust her ability? She's at least near the strength of our dear church leader." "Ah, but the priest knows his place. He understands that if he leaves on his own he will be killed and should he take the church with him then the faith will perish. This war will not be fought with the covenant alone. Prance about with your waves of sword and light, it will do you no good." _King insisted, leaving the last one to speak his turn on Elena's behalf._ "Then, perhaps, the power of rifles and strategy combined." "Edward... What are you doing?" "Forgive me, your majesty, but I'm tired of our proud people being reduced to a terrified heap of ash the moment they head that demon is after them. You are quite aware what we could do in response but I'm not so foolish as to believe we could get away with declaring war now. But nothing? No retribution? My king, it burns my heart daily to know even you do not dare lift a finger upon our _'undead friend'_ Decius." "It's not worth the effort. I understand you want revenge as I do for what we've endured, but strategy is nothing without planning. If he figures it out who do you think he will come after? We don't have the numbers and we don't have the specialists, but all it would take is one of those demons to use their weapons to shut down the crusader you are raising upon a pedestal." "Is now a bad time for the meal sir?" _A servant would ask, awaiting the command while King took his seat again with a sigh. He was fully composed, looking to Edward and Lisra before gesturing them to sit and even looked to Elena._ "Please, a meal. I don't care if you agree with me or not. Have the courtesy to accept a meal before you inevitably debate with me and leave to pursue your chronic dreams." _Afterwards he would signal the servant to bring the silver plates in, the entourage entering and setting up for the feast. King would look to Elena again, offering one more question after securing a thin slice of cheese for himself._ "If you prefer a particular musical score then please, request away."
CFProxy (NA)
: > [{quoted}](name=Sun Fishbird,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=gGrhUxOt,comment-id=03f600000000000000000000000000000000000100000000,timestamp=2017-07-19T01:21:22.085+0000) > "I understand. I wouldn't be telling you as much as I had if I didn't feel I couldn't trust you with that information. I don't mean to try and guilt trip you either, that is something I want made clear. I am telling you of the past and the fallen not because I am desperately trying to persuade you, but because I want you to know what the resistance has lost. We've done all we can and for so many to die for nothing is something that I can't be proud of. I just want this to end. You will be given freedom to heal and speak as you wish. You are not a tool for free use. Speak if that is what you wish. Remain silent if it is in your best interests. Politics is an ugly thing and I know what it is like to be caught in the middle of a freshly brewed mess. I've known it all too well ever since I was made leader of the resistance." _Radesh would extend his hand to her, a faint smile on his lips._ "I'm sorry that I got us off track, but I'm sure you know just as well as I that any body of government must be united if it expects to accomplish anything. I have sacrificed much to get the resistance where it is today. I don't plan on letting all of our work go to waste. It is insanity but one faction wants to stay in this hell of a place. The Black Stinger. Our long time rivals and enemies to freedom. As long as strife is existent in the Hollowing Grounds they get to have all the mercenary work they want. King, Leader of the Black Crown sub faction, is a very powerful man. He's also our enemy. He is a monarch as you could imagine, but he is absolute. He wants people to stay just as the Black Stinger does so he can control the flow of resources and open up opportunities with the warden... Prisoners creating prisoners..." _After further travel Radesh would eventually stop the cart and would sigh, stepping out for a moment to open up a compartment on the side of the vehicle. Out came flowers of many colors and with it came a grip of sorrow on the bouquet. Walking back to Elena he would give her notification before leaving._ "I... I need to visit some old friends. I will return in a few. After this we'll go to one of our infirmaries." _Radesh walked down a long corridor beyond the door which kept it sealed. Two soldiers saluted their commander as he passed, emotions sealed behind rigid eyes. A final door opened by hand which lead to the thousands of tombstones lined up with the tomb of Emna resting at the very back. A long salute came from Radesh, tears forming in his eyes as one by one the dead faded into view. Each one wore a smile as he passed by them and gave their shouts accordingly. "Good to see you, sir" accompanying every one of them as he came closer and closer to Emna who awaited him with hands behind her back and a smile burning through his heart._ _He would hand her the flowers, a hug between the two transpiring." "I'm sorry..." "You don't have to apologize anymore, Rae. It's almost over." "It can't end soon enough, Emna... What if I get this woman killed?" "Elena will be fine... All you have to do is make sure that you lead. Do not doubt yourself." "My party dwindles every day... but if you believe I am on the right track..." "Don't wait for my beliefs. Believe in what you think is right. Do it so that this will never happen again." _Emna would salute with that familiar smile, the wrinkles from stress showing in her wide welcoming. Radesh followed suit, a more serious expression as he looked her in the eyes and felt weak from the stress that was building up from within. However, before he could lower his arm with hers coming down his eyes widened from the sudden collapse of Emna, the wound in her stomach forming again._ "Emna!" _The man slammed himself to the ground, holding her tightly against himself as he leaned against the wall, the gasping woman clutching his arm and the screams of the soldiers shaking Radesh greatly. The thousands of soldiers before him violently took wounds that were not present before and each fell down in violent ways all too familiar to what he remembered. The screams for help... The plea for life... Radesh closed his eyes and soon found himself standing in front of Emna's tomb. Sweat poured down the sides of his forehead with tears accompanying them. He walked over to the side of the tomb, kissed the grave, and put the flowers upon the center. A prayer was spoken, and the leader returned._ _When Radesh entered the vehicle once more, Cero seemed rather concerned._ "Are you alright commander?" _He was slow to respond, his hard breathing muffling his words before he gave a small nod. It took a little longer, but he wiped his face clean with his sleeve and spoke with a rasp voice._ "Yes... I... I'll be fine. Memories... That's all they are... memories... Elena are... Are you ready to go?"
> [{quoted}](name=Sariran,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=gGrhUxOt,comment-id=03f6000000000000000000000000000000000001000000000000003e,timestamp=2018-11-13T18:26:49.166+0000) > "Of course. There is truly nothing less to be expected than bare minimum hospitality and recognition. After all, we have civilization to progress. Were it not for people such as ourselves, we would find ourselves back in the days of bare tribalism." _King guided them beyond the room and lead them into the western hallway, marching with his soldiers firm in their pace. Such noblemen they were in how they shined with pride even upon their expressionless faces. Professionals to the core. Even after the walk that it took with King telling of how grand his home was and how it was to be the bastion of order within the cursed grounds, they flinched not although they may have heard it many a time._ _Finally they would be seated upon the dining table, the throne like seat to the back of the room where King sat and to his right Edward. To the left would be Elena and Lisra in order with the soldiers to seat them. As Feather neared to take her seat beside Edward the monarch spoke up._ "Feather, you should see Lieutenant Hardt." _Feather seemed somewhat alarmed at the request, although forcing a sentence from passing she simply swallowed her words and pushed air from her nostrils slightly harder than usual._ "Yes, King." _As she left King turned to face Elena, listening to servants shifting at his mere snap._ "To pick up on a thought you spoke of earlier, I do believe we can help each other in assisting those less fortunate. However, I think it is worth noting that someone of your profession is not very well received by those outside of our borders. Of course, you did not live among us prior. I take it our undead _friend_ wasn't very kind." _As he spoke a fresh cut loaf of bread and divided cheese wheel were placed in the middle of them with wine being poured for the guests and for the one with the crown._
CFProxy (NA)
: The Hollowing Grounds [Closed RP]
> [{quoted}](name=Krizonar,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=gGrhUxOt,comment-id=042000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-12-27T07:15:59.876+0000) > _Luduvika came close to Krizonar after speaking with Volkbert. She would hand over a needle with a compact design. She explained that she just had to stab him with the syringe and it would extract the blood on its own. Once it made a click noise it would be ready for extraction. It was no more than a few inches long and it was to be planted into his arm or leg, of which Sage would give the same neutral response of "whichever" and let Krizonar work._ _Meanwhile, Volkbert's attention was directed to the other man in the room as the soldiers backed off with arms lowered._ "There is far too much to say of our people." _Volk began._ "And our enemies." _Luduvika continued, perching upon the edge of the table after a brief and gentle jump._ "Old friends..." "And monstrosities created by environments that were never their fault. Even Rodet... he is impure of blood, yet potent still." _Rodet seemed to light up at the comment, unsure how to take it as he looked over to Volkbert._ "Impure? Potent? What are you talking about? That I'm just good for being used?" _He was hurt by the comment, finding it an echo of the past._ "Bently, you are one of us." _Volk expressed, bringing a hand to the base of his own wings._ "Feel that spot in your back." _Rodet blinked, unsure what he was getting at before pressing his hand against his spine and the hard plate sitting underneath the skin._ "So? I've always had this." "Feel Sage's back." _As Volkbert commanded the young man pressed his lips together, moving to gently press a hand under Sage's lower back. Although Sage was mostly just trying to relax and stay awake, he couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at what Rodet was doing._ "The hell are you doing, Rodet?" _He asked in a grunt, Rodet's eyes widening a little as he pulled his hand away from Sage._ "We share traits, blood, the ability to become pure again. Because of your mixed blood you have damaged genes. Genes which are locked away and are incapable of being restored while surrounded by those outside of our race. I can give you back accurate results in time. The fact of the matter is, that hard plate does not exist in humans or Poshni. Specifically, it is where your wings would grow were you of proper blood." "I don't... my.. wings? Sir, you aren't making a lot of sense." "But surely you feel something special near Luduvika. Surely you feel an inate desire to trust me. Am I wrong?" _Rodet couldn't very well answer these questions immediately, needing a moment before responding._ "W-wouldn't that be true of any man?" "You know exactly what I mean, Herr Rodet." _The officer stated, simply watching the younger one process what he was saying._ "I mean... I don't feel like I'm not... well at least I think I'm human." "What is a desire you've always had in the deepest parts of your heart?" _Luduvika would ask, moving to Rodet while handing Volkbert the sample._ "Huh?" _He backed away from Luduvika shifting his eyes to the floor as she placed herself less than a meter from him._ "Do you want to fly? Be with your own race? Do you ever feel a leaning towards ideas of nationhood and discipline? Maybe chocolate even eats at your mind? Have you ever wanted to maybe... _hoot!_" _The hoot gave Rodet an alarmed expression, turning to her in response._ "Why does that sound so familiar?" "There are many ways we could prove your blood, but as it is I believe-" "Oh shut up. Leave the man alone. He doesn't have to listen to your bullshit, snowlet." "Sage... Please..." _Rodet pleaded, causing Sage to growl and stare them down._ _Volkbert examined the vial and took to smelling it after uncapping the back. He tightened it and handed it over to the incoming medics that asked Krizonar to move to the side for the moment as they took a look at his body and got to work._ "Sage is not at risk." _Volkbert sighed in relief, placing hands behind his back as he approached Krizonar. Once he was within arms reach he posed a question._ "Well, I owe you and Sage an apology. However, I must ask how your kind prefer salutes and formalities. I must also inform you that I intend on nurturing Rodet. He has spent far too long away from his own kind. Although he is half blood, I gladly welcome him. There is much to explain. So, where shall we begin?"
Kalofinx (EUW)
: On the Future of the Compendium - VOTING
JPlayah (NA)
: I'll put in my two cents here. The rules on champions are what made us what we are. They're a core part of the community culture and taking them away will change us... and not necessarily for the better. I made my own thread about how I think the activity issue can be solved. Judging by the number of views it's gotten, I'm guessing that many of you have already seen it. I do not support opening up champions for free roleplaying. As has been stated earlier, the fact that many popular champions aren't even taken suggests that the issue lies outside of the "champion-official roleplayer" restriction. It's an interesting proposal, but one that I disagree with. However, I do think we should do a restructuring of the rules (or at least the way in which they're written) to present roleplaying a champion as less of an arduous task. It really isn't that hard for a dedicated roleplayer to get in a post or two in the space of a week, even with work and other commitments. I think the way we've presented the rules has made things look overly complex, when all it requires is getting into character and making an occasional post or response on a thread.
> [{quoted}](name=JPlayah,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=ZTfqxGBr,comment-id=0037,timestamp=2018-12-04T16:54:11.387+0000) > What we are isn't necessarily a good thing. You can say that as absolutely anyone in the world. Your upbringing might have had a heavy influence on who you are and what you have become but in no way is that strictly a good thing. In fact it is a specific thing that led to a specific being and that being, today, is not at peace with itself. Change is a sign of being alive. Change is the moving and churning so that new things can be tried and so that old things do not become stale. The perspective you give concerns the view of one side. It is evident in what you've said here and the way you began your thread. > How to solve the issue of the "dead community" that isn't roleplaying > Roleplay Devoid of redirection that is to say accepting the status quo and maintain it. I do agree that we need to roleplay and I do agree that contribution leads to the activity growing higher but you ignore that other people are not happy with your answer because your answer is to ignore the complains and tell people to just deal with it like a corporate staff member trying to quell the mass gathered at the board. Change in some capacity is required. That is the bottom line if we want retention and growth.
Kalofinx (EUW)
: On the Current State of the Boards & Suggestions Moving Forward UPDATE: READ INSIDE
Don't get me wrong I actually like the idea of a sub boards. It might not be exactly the way I'd really like to handle it but I think the fundamental problem is manpower. As it is a lot of people do not want to join here so to separate it further would probably do nothing more but make people think less of us when they already think we're elitist as a board. No matter what, if we divide the community up in some shape or form via category by length, status, or rp type I think that in the end we will be weighted down by the issue of having no people to fill those divisions. Again, I like the idea of a sub boards because it would mean more people get specifically what they want or they could find better starting grounds for that but another website does that because they have one thing in larger quantities that we don't, active members. That's just kind of the bottom line. Maybe we can make it work, but It won't be very effective at our current pool as well as with the current politics. However, I would be all for having a more newcomer friendly section automatically for the purpose of easing people into RPing since the first failure could be more than enough to cause people to never look back. Making the best impression we can on those who are willing so that they at least get the basics and a good experience would be ideal if we accomplish nothing else here.
Kalofinx (EUW)
: On the Current State of the Boards & Suggestions Moving Forward UPDATE: READ INSIDE
I would like to, however, add in a little thing for Kaz and Script. Thank you for, at least, offering something of an alternative. There wasn't much of a discussion for them by the collective and I think that much speaks for itself.
Kalofinx (EUW)
: On the Current State of the Boards & Suggestions Moving Forward UPDATE: READ INSIDE
As usual this is more or less a selfish ordeal. You'll likely downvote me for it but honestly when the people defending against change are only clinging onto what they have held onto and have done little with it is an awful precedent for what the future holds. Stagnation isn't enough for you. Seeing thousands and thousands of views isn't enough either. It isn't enough when you've had it be this way for years with the population bleeding. It isn't enough when more and more people have said they don't like how things are yet you still sit with the same laws that have given your your special perch without ever having any earned reason for it. The most anyone has had to do is grind an account and be the one to claim it. You can preach about being so "unique" but when being "unique" has caused so many people who used to be here and care to leave and say enough is enough then you need to realize that something is wrong with it. It is not what you want but it is what many other folk have asked for. Many refuse to come onto the boards as an active protest against this. The effort given by the other coin has been to help little and protest much. I think it is a shame that the most promoted rping site for league rping is set in its restrictive ways and has defended itself from a time that never held these restrictions before. However, you've proven time and time again that you're unwilling to accept anything different even when people are asking for change. You pull out all the stops to try and keep this old system and have worst of all created a deep string of politics. I think above all else the fact that this place has had the time to develop such divisions speaks of how fundamental the problem is. For a community doing this as a hobby I find that we've found it a duty to fight each other more than cooperate and tell stories with one another. If we can't even be united as a community how could we ever expect to have the unified roleplaying that you claim is near but never could exist in our climate to begin with. To now "attack", as it will be probably called, posts directly > But our rules have done us well and they're in place for a reason. Our rules have bled our population as we had more people when they were freshly installed and we have since bled many members, gained new ones who then lost interest in our place and left themselves, and were put in place by people who didn't have the foresight to see how much of a mess it would cause down the line and hindsight is 20/20. Or at least it would be 20/20 if people weren't blind. >You have other platforms readily available to you to do exactly what you want (extra customization included) and yet you want to make this platform identical to those. There are numerous other places to go that is exactly what you want, so why take away what makes this one different? So we tweak the greeter post so that it encourages other people who want to rp a champion that's taken to go to a different website for it. "Don't change this place because it is exactly what I want. Never mind what people are crying about they're just unprivileged losers." >But managing a forum layout like this one with dozens of champion multiples? It's going to get real hectic real fast. The moderators are not gonna have a good time with that. But that won't be your problem, will it? Don't act like this can't be solved down the line assuming it goes to hell and back immediately. We are a community aren't we? We're supposed to be united, aren't we? Or is your argument under the assumption we just love anarchy and saying "fuck off" to the mods? ASSUMING IT DID GET THAT HECTIC we would be able to work it out. Don't doubt us just because we don't want a part of your demanding club. >I'm not trying to be snippy or rude and I'm sorry if that's how I come off, but I've been here for years and I don't see any reason that the one champion rper rule needs to change because up until you brought it up, nobody really cared. I'd hope you not take what I have to say as snippy or rude either but just as you're going to disrespect this community with your selective bias I guess I'm going to potentially do the same in my irritated state. You don't see a problem because you've benefited from the system for years and likely haven't been paying attention because this was an issue even back when I joined FOUR YEARS AGO. Blatantly lying about things you either don't know about or assume people have forgotten will win you no favor. >And also, some of the people in favor of removing that rule have more or less stated that it doesn't affect them and have admitted to not really caring about it either way, so why do those 'votes' count? Those dastardly peasants with their worthless votes, am i rite? It's not like we're a COMMUNITY OF EQUALS. Oh, actually, I guess we're not because as much as people love to cry out that they're not elites evidently do have people who think of themselves more deserving of votes than others. In the end I think people are just sick of the banding together to defend against the dreaded change. People are jaded to even trying to change things especially when it has been ongoing for years. --- Again, I wish I could say something to change your ideas as you wish you could say something to change what I have to say and think but it is clear that any time we have a discussion it comes down to digging trenches, not listening to the other side, and just stalling for time and hoping people forget we even had a discussion thread to begin with. Sweep it under the rug, give it no attention, and let the people complain behind doors. That will surely solve our problems, riiiiight? Downvote me all you want, it's evident to me that votes create one thing our "debates" do not: progress. At the very least they finalize and make something happen. I'm tired of seeing people immediately downvoted to all hell just because they present a different perspective. I'm tired of people having selfish motives as to why they need to keep the system in place when they've already lost all inspiration to roleplay with passion like in their glory days, and I'm tired of this place being unattractive to the many spectators who wait for the day that we change. Maybe there will be a day when we yearn for this system back but as I have said before we will not survive if we do not adapt. We cannot lie to ourselves and expect things to go perfectly by doing nothing. Life does not work that way. For whatever good it does me I want to apologize for being offensive and rude but I have not changed my stance for a reason. I want to love this community and watch it grow, but it gives me every reason to want change to occur because more than anything it is hurting itself to allow this to continue and many people have left this place after giving up hope in this place. I don't blame a single person for not wanting to RP here.
Kalofinx (EUW)
: On the Current State of the Boards & Suggestions Moving Forward UPDATE: READ INSIDE
Apologies for the very long delay and lack of posting in general. I've allowed thing to get ahead of myself. However, I will be proposing a vote specifically for OC rights. This vote in particular will be so that OCs may be given the ability to create their own threads without the need for technicalities and loopholes or anything of the sort. This is purely to bring OCs up to level and as such will likely be altering the 13th rule. I am saying this now for there has been support both on the discord and here on the forums for added rights and I would like to hear final comments regarding OC rights before the vote goes live within another thread.
Krizonar (NA)
: > [{quoted}](name=CFProxy,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=gGrhUxOt,comment-id=042000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-11-13T09:22:58.772+0000) > > https://puu.sh/w98R8/e76fe59592.png It seems that they were fine with that, and, honestly, she was glad. Sage had been one of the first two people she had met here that were friendly, and he had done a lot to help her. In all honestly, she didn’t want to choose sides in a squabble when both were technically on the same team, at least for now, given the circumstances, but with this, it seemed as though it may come up in the future. She hoped it wouldn’t. “I understaend,” she said without reluctance and with a rather plain face towards him, However, it didn’t seem to last long until something became amiss. She detected the motion in the hall as well as Luduvika’s looks of the sort, and through Rodet and her conversation, something felt a bit on edge about all of this, although she did not get up herself yet. Sage’s entry, however, even with two others behind him, seemed nonchalant into something obscene. Krizonar nearly did get up assist Sage, as she found it somewhat alarming and quite unfair the violence taken against him for taking his gun out when he had not even pointed it at anyone, when one of the officers had done the same, where she assumed Sage had been able to see it. Then things got even worse then that, if possible, Sage’s weapon dismantled disrespectfully, but laying hands on him when he had not seemed violent, she stood up at last, more than somewhat taken back by it. Half of her had the mind to move in and assist Sage, or at least take him by the hand and hold him protectively in hopes of calming him, as it seemed he had gotten angry by that point. In the meantime, her new friends seemed to speak of him as if in the third person, as if he was an enemy. It was rather confusing, “well of course he caen’t fight,” she exclaimed with a little bit of a hint of frustration, measured, at what was happening, “he neaerly lost his leg laest time.” Krizonar moved over to Sage during that exchange as he sat, letting him lean against her leg and side as she put a hand on the top of his head in the middle. Her expression was also clearly not kind to a knife being drawn on Sage despite them just stating he was hurt and not able to fight. Her face almost made a threatening look like she would do when she would hiss, and with her other hand on the back of the chair, stepped back a little bit, dragging it and Sage situated in it with her. When he spoke, she broke her guarded look to look down at him, turning a bit since he was so near her, so as to be able to see him. “Everyone deserves ae chaence,” she said to him softly, “just sleep, I’ll taeke caere of you, you haed a big daey yesterdaey aend got hurt, yae’ did good.” With Rodet moving in, she almost felt her fight response beginning to form, and it might show on her positioning that that was so. The others present talked among each other and Krizonar eyed each one that made sound, still almost acting like she was defending an injured animal. “He’s going to be ae bit like thaet, he suffered ae graeve injury just yesterdaey, aend haed aettempts on his life, give him some time, aenyony would need it.” And finally she looked to Volk and Volk alone for several long moments, still with her hand on Sage’s head to keep him upright, leaned, and comfortable. “He is ae soldier thaet fought with us, he deserves paein control aend rest the saeme aes aeny other.” She might not have understood this dynamic, but she hoped they could see she was right, as she had little doubt she was, and she believed in the good of Sage, someone who she had known for weeks, over the opinion of people she met yesterday afternoon. She didn’t want to choose between them, she wanted them to like each other, but this was quite an issue, and she felt Sage was the one not being treated fairly in the situation. They were all aliens to her, so she hoped she was impartial enough to make that choice properly.
> [{quoted}](name=Krizonar,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=gGrhUxOt,comment-id=0420000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-11-14T04:40:59.341+0000) > > _The Edels were not particularly pleased._ _The other soldiers in the room moved closer to Volk, the officer simply matching Krizonar's eyes and opened his mouth to speak. With the tension spiked from her stance Luduvika moved into a defensive shift internally. Just like Krizonar, Luduvika wanted nothing to come of this but good. However, if Krizonar made a move on Volkbert she wouldn't think twice about fighting her friend to defend her kin. She liked Krizonar and she thought she was a good ally, but she was an ignorant one who was getting in the way. The Edels could not fault Krizonar for having doubts, the fact that much of this was revealed without warning was already tough to deal with._ "I simply needed your permission for administration. Procedure, as it were." _Volk would then turn his head to the side as he moved towards the doorway with the two soldiers behind him._ "Put away your pistols. There's no reason for this." _The soldiers who had quietly drawn their shoddy revolvers seemed alarmed that he knew, but maybe they had made their intentions too obvious. The soldiers would look over to Krizonar, seeking her guidance in this situation where Luduvika tracked everyone in the room while Volkbert covered the doorway and pressed a hand against his ear._ "Medical to station 4. Medical to station 4." _The officer returned to the table, glaring at the soldiers that still had their weapons focused on him. It seemed that alone got one of them to lower his weapon and step off to the side but the other was notably locked in place. Even so, the officer sighed and placed his hands on the table, looking over to Krizonar with a neutral expression._ "I know it doesn't seem like we are being fair to him, but trust me when I say I will do what I can to help him. I just have to be certain of his blood. Even if he is a good man on the surface you'll find this issue goes beyond looks. Poshni children can even be deceptive in appearing innocent and afraid before killing someone in cold blood. This blood feud has gone on for over a thousand years so you will have to excuse me if I find myself just the slightest bit cautious." _Volkbert would look to the soldier locked in place before looking back to Krizonar._ "Now since you are so upset that I disarmed the major when he was going to point it at my friend and threaten her I am going to ask that you disarm this man behind me who is currently deciding if he will pull the trigger." _Luduvika moved closer as this happened, holding her hands in Krizonar's sight as she approached Sage and put her knife back up._ "Kommandant, allow me to try and see what I can do. I can try to ease his pain while my friends make their way here. Is that alright?" _Luduvika would ask, her expression still happy but a little disappointed in Krizonar to some extent. As someone who had to fight Poshni, Luduvika was not fond of the race. Even still, as they had repeated, because there was a chance they had to see what could be done._ _At the very least, the Edels would not hold this against Krizonar or Rodet. It had become uncomfortably tense for a simple meeting._ "Krizonar, keep that snow woman away from me!" _Sage gurgled, holding his leg as Rodet came a little closer._ "Can we just hold on? Please? For just a second? All you two want is blood, right?" "They can have it when I'm dead!" _Sage would growl, reaching into his coat and coughing as he suddenly lost all energy and his eye faded back to its normal color. He was a shell of what he was before, weak and battered. He was no threat to anyone in this state and this was something the Edels realized. Before while Sage was in a rage state this would have been more problematic and were he a full Poshni neither Volk nor Vika would have hesitated to kill him. However, he was not._ "Just a little bit, they want to know something about your blood. After that you two will leave him alone, right?" "The sooner we answer this mystery the sooner we can mend this rift. I trust Krizonar. I know she wouldn't lie to us, but we just need to know from what part of Poshnia you hail from." "What... What do you know of The Eastern Empire?" _Sage would ask, eyes widening as a panic enabled him to hide further behind Krizonar._ "The Eastern Empire is a communist continental power that has, through conquest, dominated Rogki. Within its sphere of influence it has set up several satellite states and allowed limited autonomy. May I know where you are from?" _Volkbert would ask, looking at Sage with focus._ "South west, nation of pink trees. Can you tell me that?" _Sage would ask, furrowing his eyebrows._ "Nemanshi. Based on your accent I would say Nozga region. That is to say, on the Eastern Empire border." _Sage was quiet, unable to dispute anything that he was told and simply sat in a cold sweat before closing his eyes and thinking hard. After a minute of contemplation he looked to Krizonar._ "Fine, take my blood but let Krizonar be the one to do it. I don't want you people touching me."
Krizonar (NA)
: > [{quoted}](name=CFProxy,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=gGrhUxOt,comment-id=0420000000000000,timestamp=2018-11-07T00:19:56.854+0000) > > https://puu.sh/w98R8/e76fe59592.png >https://wallpapercave.com/wp/mZTwL9p.jpg It had been much simpler than she had expected it to go, but she supposed many creatures had different colored blood and that was the quickest way to tell. It was somewhat surprising to learn that her blood color was the same as theirs. While subconsciously she assumed everyone's blood was blue, she had learned early that that was folly, as even their neighbors the Yutulan held no such colors. Still, her thoughts mostly now lingered on what exactly they were going to do with her blood in such a small amount to learn anything really substantial. Expose it to chemicals and such? Interesting but... she retracted her fangs into their gum sheaths and quickly put a lip over top of the spot, declining to speak for the moment for her lip to clot. It would do so quickly for such a small puncture, but regardless, it would go fast. She listened still further, with Luduvika's movements and interactions being especially readable, it made her able to know perhaps how he felt about the subject, even if he didn't show it as easily. However, as the conversation continued to go on, it seemed to get darker and darker regarding one of the first friends she had met here that had helped her out significantly. Rodet was not the only one who seemed to be getting uneasy, as his outburst was not unaccompanied, she spoke regardless of the fact it had only been such a short time for healing, though the blood seemed to have all but stopped regardless. It's not as if the imagery had not bitten either, Kole had worn his jewlry of the sawed off ends of Aeho horns proudly, and she had had such an experience not too dissimilar during the war, but that was another time. Still, it fed the emotions. "Aeking aebout him, he is ae loyael soldier," she began with, as Rodet was calmed. She herself tried to steel, but there was possibly frustration in her voice regardless, as she had known Sage far longer than these people. "He gives in to ideaes, respects others, aend is eaesily aeshaemed of wrongs he haes committed in the paest." He talking type was the non accent, since she was on edge, and attempting to be very proper. It was slow regardless, which was a bit odd, as usually she sped up her speech when trying to not show accent, since part of her accent was her slow speech. "I caen confirm thaet he haes the aebility to traenslaete, when I aerrived; Krizonar Hollowing Ralnaa ouren muanae shakareo pau yaen gral Alewo." She paused after that, and looked around to each face, before rephrasing, using the language her translator showed her using a hologram ever so small, in front of her eye. "When I aerrived to the hollowing grounds, aend still, I do not shaere ae laenguaege with aenyone. Saege traenslaeted for me. I'm thaenkful for thaet. Moving on, I still do not, I get prompted for words by my traenslation device." At last she leaned back to how she was before the blood happenings, hoping to have made her point. "If he waents to give ae saemple, he caen o' course," obviously, she was more relaxed as her typical voice faded back in, having said her fill, "but I'm unsure aebout forcin' him tae do it when he's been nothin' but loyael, helpful, aend self aewaere to me aend this movement since before I got here." She crossed her arms under her chest and her legs crossed as well, only slightly, one ankle on top the other with one boot on the ground and the other just off. "I trust him, aend I of course meaen no offense, I know nothing of this species you speaek of, I just would like to think I know Sage is a good person," she simply finished with, not particularly wanting to judge a whole race like that, but she also supposed she had no experience with said race, and her people in general had met very few other races in bulk to make experience such as that possible and yet even still, they were guarded by default and didn't tend to want permanent residences with other kinds, as it was far from home. Perhaps there was more to it, and her own, and her own people's thoughts on it when one looked from an objective stance. "I do think you aere trustworthy aes well," she looked to both him, Luduvika and Rodet after a few moments of silence, hoping to attone in case she made the atmosphere and their fast-bonded relationships awkward, "aend thaenk you either waey for lookin' aefter us with good intentions." A smile was managed and her accent had transitioned back completely to its regular state, with intentions having a large draw on it, which she hoped would calm Rodet, as when she looked at him when it was his turn, she smiled ever so slightly bigger.
> [{quoted}](name=Krizonar,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=gGrhUxOt,comment-id=04200000000000000000,timestamp=2018-11-07T20:59:45.833+0000) > _The soldiers stood in silence, listening and judging quietly as they considered the information and assumed it to be true. She hadn't done much to hurt them and fighting alongside Krizonar Luduvika found her trustful. There was a lot to weigh in on and much to talk about behind the doors but as far as this description went and the fact that Krizonar was a pure bred and the only one of her kind that they had seen thus far there was no indication that she was harboring the blood of savages. If anything the man sounded like what Poshni used to be. He sounded like perhaps his strand was much more pure than what others had been. It was still possible that Krizonar was lying, but why would she? What would she have to gain? Still, the empire never became the most powerful by excluding possibilities. While they would trust her here, they would also need to judge for themselves and see what else they could dig up but as it was for now Sage would simply be inspected and hopefully be willing to cooperate._ "The pleasure is ours. The Edel Empire seeks to create peace even if we have had to secure it with war. I'm sure as an officer you understand as well as I do that every moment of peace has its costs." _Then there was the sudden shift of Luduvika's head, a quiet hoot as she glanced at the hallway with the officer pulling out his parabellum. Tension rose briefly before Luduvika nodded and without the officer looking back at her he stepped to the wall next to the door and hid his gun in his coat. Luduvika relaxed herself next to Rodet, although she would be quick to draw a weapon if need be._ "Sage is coming." "How do you know? Shouldn't we help?" _Rodet would ask, beginning to stand before Luduvika shook her head._ "He is accompanied by two others. He's fine." _Luduvika spoke, watching the doorway for a good while before the footsteps and cane of the man could be heard. A few moments later and he grunted his way into the room, holding his cane tightly as he limped inside with two soldiers behind him._ "How did you know?" _Rodet asked again, Luduvika finally answering after._ "I could hear them moving in the hall. I was certain of it." "Certain of what?" _Sage asked, rubbing his forehead as he glanced over at Luduvika. He limped forward, reaching into his coat and pulling out his revolver before the officer stepped behind Sage and effortlessly ripped it from his hands before dismantling it in seconds and dropping the pieces onto the table._ "Are you fucking serious? How many times are you going to ruin my guns?" "When you stop using low quality weapons." _The officer remarked, simply standing quietly and staring at Sage with a glare._ "However, major, we are to be allies here. Are we not? Why pull a gun on your friends?" "You're no friend of mine. You people tried to kill me!" _Sage would growl, stepping towards Volkbert with Luduvika in a relaxed state. Sage's left eye turned a blood red, the man gaining some sudden strength as he marched toward the officer who simply grabbed the man by his neck and pressed down on a pressure point, causing the man to lock up in place. The officer lead him back to the doorway, grabbing a chair on the way and sliding it over to Krizonar before sitting the officer down gently._ "He has the rage state. He's going to be worn out soon. Watch over him. I believe he may need to sit the operation out. He's in no condition to fight." _Sage struggled, but shortly after the officer took his fingers off the pressure point he found it hard to move. He tried standing up, his legs wobbling and his damaged leg suddenly started hurting again, yelping in pain before sitting back down with Rodet ever restrained by Luduvika._ "It's alright, Sage. We are here to help. I need you to cooperate and simply relax." _Volkbert stated, Luduvika moving over to Sage with a knife drawn._ "Krizonar? What's going on? Why are we trusting these people?" _Sage would ask weakly, beginning to lean more and more against her. Luduvika gave a weak smile at Krizonar, seeking her permission to extract a sample from the now dizzy and fatigued Sage._ "Krizon... I feel... so tired... everything... hurts..." _Sage would whimper out, quietly tearing up as Rodet moved to Sage's side and stood there unsure of what to do._ "He's not bleeding. I'm not seeing any wounds. I guess he's sore. What should we do?" "We do have some pain killers. Injections and pills that will help soothe the pain. We will apply them as the permissions are granted." _Volk commented, looking to Vika and sighing as he considered the situation of the battle in the meantime._
Krizonar (NA)
: > [{quoted}](name=CFProxy,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=gGrhUxOt,comment-id=04200000,timestamp=2018-10-23T23:58:28.060+0000) > > https://puu.sh/w98R8/e76fe59592.png After the short silence between them in which case the soldiers, which she would call them, no matter how makeshift they happened to be, or were in fact, strengths and weaknesses were discussed, she found the response quite good enough. "Once you've earned their respect they seem very willing," she coincided, before moving on to what surprised her somewhat, and was perhaps the most heartwarming, medical care for them. "I'm aelso sure medicael checkups would be very aepreciaeted, I know so little of their kind, thaet I feaer maeking judgement." Which was entirely true, and she had certainly brought it up before. Some very basics like stopping bleeding was somewhat the same, but even bone structure, how much stress certain parts could take, blood coagulation, it was all different and she shuddered to think of treating them to her own medical practices. After all, she couldn't really imagine being... subjected to theirs very much. Luckily her immune system was very strong, seemingly much stronger than theirs, so most of her actions, including getting sick from radiation upon arrival had been doable on a 'tough it out' route. Even if perhaps it had been frightening to be stuck here during that time, and stress causes sickness to overstep its bounds... Their comment about manufacturing and genders had not been overlooked, but a simple fond expression from her was decided inwardly to be enough for a reply. However, things seemed to go off on a powerful tangent when her motion sensitive eyes snapped to the knife the officer had rather suddenly produced. It seemed the one who took it most seriously was a marvelously distressed Rodet, with the others at least having reasoning and asking consent. Perhaps it was simply different values, or perhaps the early morning, or maybe even that while she still sat she could look the standing Edel in the eyes, but her reactions were very muffled, mostly leaning forwards some with an audible protest from the chair and not herself. Overall, she knew there was nothing to hide and she had never seen creatures like these before, let alone any of their enemies. She also couldn't particularly blame them, the two parties had only been in contact for a day, maybe two now she supposed. Rodet seemed talked down, however, in a way that simply couldn't keep her on edge. While her expression might have shown confusion or even a fight response for a few moments, it was gone pretty quickly at the scene. With an outstretched hand, she took the chocolate piece, even if her eyes never left the knife, simply using her peripheral. She held it, as the thought still swarmed in her head about what had just happened. "I'm an Aeho, I don't believe we've ever interbred, I do know most things aere not compaetible. I'll cooperaete, though, it should be eaesy, aend return results thaet, even if you haeve no benchmaerk for me, caen show yae' I aem not one of those." Her lasts words were slow as if not quite sure what to use or pick. After she stopped speaking, she thought about where she would like to give that tiny drop of blood from, and thought about the sting of her fingertips of her claw-like hands doing it to a knife, which seemed very unappealing. Other places? Having to wiggled through the exoskeleton to get much more then tiny top level capillaries. "A moment," she asked for as she leaned forwards more, but made sure to keep her head up. Now bent over in the chair towards the soon to be collector, her fangs came out of her gum lines, and with a bit of maneuvering, the top left one was positioned over her bottom lip,and she simply gave it a jab. Now of course, as she did that, she gave a tiny body-wide jump as if something had hit her toe and her eyes re-aligned, but it was one of the few things on her that was soft tissue and wouldn't feel, well, icky was about the best word, plus, it was easy. With such large teeth, biting one's own lip wasn't uncommon, it happened. A sort of pale blue blood pooled on her lip not quite enough to drip unless pressured or disturbed as she retracted her large canine teeth, keeping her lip out, pressed with her tongue. Her teeth sat sideways with that pressure and willful positioning of expression, the tooth coated perhaps a quarter inch in the stuff on the outside from its sharp point. She remained in position that way, perhaps a bit silly looking if found outside this context, and her eyes moved to Volkbert and not his knife, somewhat awkwardly saying 'here's your chance', since she wouldn't be able to talk veryproperly without wiping the blood away.
> [{quoted}](name=Krizonar,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=gGrhUxOt,comment-id=042000000000,timestamp=2018-10-31T21:11:19.159+0000) > > _A smile upon his face. A heart warming hoot from hers._ _The Edels were relieved the moment they saw the blue blood. There was no need for further action_ "Apologies, Frau Kommandant. As it is you have a blood color that the enemy could not possibly obtain naturally. Even from here I can smell that your blood is very different from that of the Poshni. In fact, your blood color is shared with us, although yours is darker. Everyone in this room is safe from the threat. However, I must ask about your friend. Sage. Or, perhaps he should tell us himself." _Volkbert began, leaning against the table as he folded his arms. He grabbed his chin with index and thumb as he rested his elbow upon a horizontally tucked arm. Tension rose in Rodet as Luduvika nodded and jumped up to the top of the chair, perching quietly._ "You see, Admiral, I am afraid that you may have a poshni soldier within your ranks. As mentioned before, this race is quite graphic. Unrestrained breeding, violence against opposition, censorship of history, silencing of the minorities, conquering with numbers that hold no true regard for their lives or at the very least fail to understand how important they are. Such a people are ruled by the Poshi Dyavitt, the highest ranking order within the people. There are also those such as the Poshni Gorachev..." _Luduvika's eyes seemed focused at the mention of the Gorachev. Her teeth exposed in a small grind as this loving and energetic soldier transitioned into a more serious and hateful being._ "I can give you an idea of what the Gorachev are like, but for now I will just ask that you imagine watching one of your own be torn apart bit by bit with their horns being cut out for the sole purpose of mockery. They are detestable and far more graphic than I need to say, but understand that they show no mercy to anyone who is not in line with their reasoning. I need to know what I am dealing with. I need to know if Sage's blood is Dyavitt, Gorachev, or another variant. I must also ask that should we find a positive that you trust us to give him care. We also ask that... if we cannot help him that you consider-" "Consider what?!" _Rodet would ask, once again standing up._ "What are you saying?" _With Luduvika once again restrained Rodet, the man struggling more as the woman locked him into place with a hold._ "You have to understand... Poshni blood can consume a man. Even if you win your battles and he finds peace what will it have been worth if he lives to have children and his children have children? Like a virus it will spread and in time everything we have worked for here will have been undone. They will erase cultures that have come before. They will defile every body they get a hold of. They will destroy everything if you let them... It pains me to say that we have only managed to isolate them to a single continent thus far." "You don't know that! If Sage is sick then he'll get better!" _Rodet exclaimed, tears forming in his eyes as his heart beat rapidly._ _Luduvika hugged Rodet, holding him still as she tucked his head into her shoulder._ "Please, Rodet! We haven't even checked him yet! He could be manageable!" "Luduvika is correct. So long as he is not Gorachev we have a chance. I know much of this may not make sense, but even if he fights against the instincts the Poshni blood brings to the human body the probability that he will fail to resist is very high. This is no way to live. Could you imagine losing yourself every time an array of triggers interacted with yourself? The way he reacted to our language was... not typical of humans. If we're lucky, It may be that he simply has the ability to translate." _Rodet seemed wary, afraid for Sage and the implications of the officer as Luduvika touched his hair, quietly petting him and touching points in his head with pats which seemed to gradually soothe him._
CFProxy (NA)
: > [{quoted}](name=Sun Fishbird,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=gGrhUxOt,comment-id=03f600000000000000000000000000000000000100000000,timestamp=2017-07-19T01:21:22.085+0000) > "I understand. I wouldn't be telling you as much as I had if I didn't feel I couldn't trust you with that information. I don't mean to try and guilt trip you either, that is something I want made clear. I am telling you of the past and the fallen not because I am desperately trying to persuade you, but because I want you to know what the resistance has lost. We've done all we can and for so many to die for nothing is something that I can't be proud of. I just want this to end. You will be given freedom to heal and speak as you wish. You are not a tool for free use. Speak if that is what you wish. Remain silent if it is in your best interests. Politics is an ugly thing and I know what it is like to be caught in the middle of a freshly brewed mess. I've known it all too well ever since I was made leader of the resistance." _Radesh would extend his hand to her, a faint smile on his lips._ "I'm sorry that I got us off track, but I'm sure you know just as well as I that any body of government must be united if it expects to accomplish anything. I have sacrificed much to get the resistance where it is today. I don't plan on letting all of our work go to waste. It is insanity but one faction wants to stay in this hell of a place. The Black Stinger. Our long time rivals and enemies to freedom. As long as strife is existent in the Hollowing Grounds they get to have all the mercenary work they want. King, Leader of the Black Crown sub faction, is a very powerful man. He's also our enemy. He is a monarch as you could imagine, but he is absolute. He wants people to stay just as the Black Stinger does so he can control the flow of resources and open up opportunities with the warden... Prisoners creating prisoners..." _After further travel Radesh would eventually stop the cart and would sigh, stepping out for a moment to open up a compartment on the side of the vehicle. Out came flowers of many colors and with it came a grip of sorrow on the bouquet. Walking back to Elena he would give her notification before leaving._ "I... I need to visit some old friends. I will return in a few. After this we'll go to one of our infirmaries." _Radesh walked down a long corridor beyond the door which kept it sealed. Two soldiers saluted their commander as he passed, emotions sealed behind rigid eyes. A final door opened by hand which lead to the thousands of tombstones lined up with the tomb of Emna resting at the very back. A long salute came from Radesh, tears forming in his eyes as one by one the dead faded into view. Each one wore a smile as he passed by them and gave their shouts accordingly. "Good to see you, sir" accompanying every one of them as he came closer and closer to Emna who awaited him with hands behind her back and a smile burning through his heart._ _He would hand her the flowers, a hug between the two transpiring." "I'm sorry..." "You don't have to apologize anymore, Rae. It's almost over." "It can't end soon enough, Emna... What if I get this woman killed?" "Elena will be fine... All you have to do is make sure that you lead. Do not doubt yourself." "My party dwindles every day... but if you believe I am on the right track..." "Don't wait for my beliefs. Believe in what you think is right. Do it so that this will never happen again." _Emna would salute with that familiar smile, the wrinkles from stress showing in her wide welcoming. Radesh followed suit, a more serious expression as he looked her in the eyes and felt weak from the stress that was building up from within. However, before he could lower his arm with hers coming down his eyes widened from the sudden collapse of Emna, the wound in her stomach forming again._ "Emna!" _The man slammed himself to the ground, holding her tightly against himself as he leaned against the wall, the gasping woman clutching his arm and the screams of the soldiers shaking Radesh greatly. The thousands of soldiers before him violently took wounds that were not present before and each fell down in violent ways all too familiar to what he remembered. The screams for help... The plea for life... Radesh closed his eyes and soon found himself standing in front of Emna's tomb. Sweat poured down the sides of his forehead with tears accompanying them. He walked over to the side of the tomb, kissed the grave, and put the flowers upon the center. A prayer was spoken, and the leader returned._ _When Radesh entered the vehicle once more, Cero seemed rather concerned._ "Are you alright commander?" _He was slow to respond, his hard breathing muffling his words before he gave a small nod. It took a little longer, but he wiped his face clean with his sleeve and spoke with a rasp voice._ "Yes... I... I'll be fine. Memories... That's all they are... memories... Elena are... Are you ready to go?"
> [{quoted}](name=Sariran,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=gGrhUxOt,comment-id=03f6000000000000000000000000000000000001000000000000003c,timestamp=2018-11-06T22:56:15.167+0000) > > "Welcome, Lady Holywelll. Your presence is most welcome. Please, partake in ease. I'm sure you are wary from your travels upon these barbaric lands." _The soldiers atop kept eyes trained on the situation, four soldiers moving to escort the small group. Two in the center space and two in the back as King extended his hand out to take her hand upon it being offered and kiss it as a token of respect. Edward was wary of this, unsure how Elena would react, but he sincerely hoped she would play their game of regalia to get them through the day smoothly._ " It is our duty to upkeep order in our lands." _King continued._ "What more is an act of heroics but a courtesy to our benevolent guests? Would you fancy a fine wine or perhaps fresh bread from the oven with cheese? Or does another passion ignite a sparkle your eye?" _There was something warm of his presence, perhaps simply power or presentation but it even managed to help calm the flustered Feather and cautious Edward. Within his aura there seemed to be a man of genuine warmth even if what Elena had seen had much to contrast with. However, Sister Lisra, as much more soothed as she appeared to be in his presence, seemed to show a very slight hint of concern.
: > [{quoted}](name=Krizonar,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=ZTfqxGBr,comment-id=0021000000000000,timestamp=2018-11-06T03:17:19.758+0000) > > Thank you, that makes your point much more clear. As far as the second thing, I apologize if that came off as disrespectful. I have a somewhat limited view of what we as RPers can do in Riot's world. Champions are obviously limited by being Riot's characters. It would be really weird for me to roleplay Karthus as someone who volunteers at the local soup kitchen on weekends. OCs are limited by being the more "ordinary" people of Runeterra, so it would be really weird to have an OC with similar power to a champion. That isn't to say they don't have freedom, my point is more that it would be in really poor form to have OCs on the level of champions, who are supposed to be the best of the best. Sometimes the difference in power between champions is strange enough. What is Riven supposed to do about Karthus, and what is Karthus supposed to do about Aurelion Sol? And if someone makes an OC that is for some reason more powerful than the top tier of champions (ASol, Kindred, Bard, Zoe etc.), then all I can really do about it is scratch my head and shrug my shoulders.
> [{quoted}](name=AskKarthus,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=ZTfqxGBr,comment-id=00210000000000000000,timestamp=2018-11-06T04:40:01.352+0000) > > It would be really weird for me to roleplay Karthus as someone who volunteers at the local soup kitchen on weekends. OCs are limited by being the more "ordinary" people of Runeterra, so it would be really weird to have an OC with similar power to a champion. That isn't to say they don't have freedom, my point is more that it would be in really poor form to have OCs on the level of champions, who are supposed to be the best of the best. Sometimes the difference in power between champions is strange enough. What is Riven supposed to do about Karthus, and what is Karthus supposed to do about Aurelion Sol? And if someone makes an OC that is for some reason more powerful than the top tier of champions (ASol, Kindred, Bard, Zoe etc.), then all I can really do about it is scratch my head and shrug my shoulders. I'd say that power scaling in general is such an odd thing. Champions and OCs alike have their strengths although I don't necessarily believe the former to be the best of the best and neither do I believe every OC needs to exist for the sole purpose of being better than other champions just to say that your OC is better. Some are obviously scaled higher in power than others. One champion that has a glaring issue in terms of relative "balance" to other champions is Sol. Taking a look at his abilities based on lore and comparing them to another champion really lets you know that things can be quite varied in terms of capability in general. You have kind of poked at this yourself in your post but that leads into a whole other issue I'll get to later. I think that Runeterra allows for a variety of content in a world that was built to host a large array of highlighted individuals and the cultures they were birthed from. Each champion tells us a little more about how their nations function and what cultural norms are. Even if I have come to be mostly unsatisfied and unhappy with lore even before the Mount Targon update, although this update in particular peaked and steadied my downward spiral in terms of enjoyment, I do believe the lore is roughly there to create something out of it. One thing that I can't even deny is that FINALLY the new inclusion of a map has come and I can't even grumble about it because not only does it look great it also offers a nice way to travel the world and access it. I want more from the map to get as much of an idea of where everything is for the sake of having better tracking for the rps but that's beside the point. To get to the part that I've quoted... I think you could potentially do this in character. In general a lot of champion rpers in the past have refused to do things just because "well I don't believe they would do that." and while that would probably be true for a lot of situations under regular circumstance I think something that is forgotten a bit is that we are in roleplaying. I'm not saying champions need to accept every single request or that they should even do a few for the sake of saying they have, but even when I was a champion roleplayer I had plans to put champions I used at the time in much more atypical situations because I thought it would have been fun. This isn't really a massive point but it is something I bring up because even my writing style and focus has gone from just having fun with some story making to being so focused on creating a narrative that I sometimes forget that it isn't always about what makes sense and what tells a good story when we're here for a more casual purpose. To get back to champion power I'd like to just remember the times when we had champions "fight" one another and just what a mess that was. I'm not saying that OCs didn't do this ridiculous stuff either, if anything first time OCs can be a pain to deal with because they're overloaded and overpowered in a lot of situations but those people are also inexperienced and unsure of what makes a character lovable. I think in trying to make Runeterra a unique place to be Riot hasn't really done much to address these kinds of issues in lore and as it is we have a fairly large number of beings which are out of reach of a human in general for the sake of having something cool to look at and that the world is kind of filled by them. This brings up a lot of questions like if anyone can really do anything to the other and in the case of fights has been a bit of a mess to handle. I remember in the past some champion fights boiling down to one person getting tired of trying to rp a fight because the other person was either doing stuff a bit out of their ability, was taking extra actions in a single post to get more done, or just in general overplaying their champion. The same thing could be seen happening OC vs Champion where the champion was the offender and I say that because the assumption had always been "champions are better than ocs." I don't agree that OCs exist to serve as validation for champions and neither do I think every fight should always be lopsided to be fun to read. Losses can even just be purely on luck but combat in rp tends to not be done for rather obvious reasons when you consider the past as well as how messy the structure tends to be. The point I'm making is that on the surface level I agree there are some rather wonky balancing issues between each character, champion and oc alike, as well as a need to kind of work with each other to figure out what people want to do. I think that we could take better advantage of the fact that we have the ability to collaborate and create experiences that are just fun and not necessarily just a matter of gauging fact as we suspend our disbelief to be a little silly or unorthodox. After all, when a lot of interactions will end up being moot once another person leaves taking the time to maybe do something that doesn't follow the line of reasoning we have every once in a while is fine.
: > [{quoted}](name=CFProxy,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=ZTfqxGBr,comment-id=0020,timestamp=2018-11-03T20:04:39.533+0000) > I don't mind either way . I want to make it very clear that if you enjoy having one then awesome but I think that it should be optional, not something that is mandatory to creating your account as a champion roleplayer. > > It's certainly not for activity because if you linked that champion's profile instead you could just click on it and see how long they have gone without posting so I don't see the reason for having a mandatory thread. No, the thing you seem to fail to see is, those threads are meant to be a place where people can start to interact with a champion. Imagine you are a newcomer and would like to RP with (not *as*) a certain champion. As it happens, that champion has no ask thread. How are you going to start a roleplay with them? - You cannot send them a private message, since these boards don't have this function - You don't see immediately where the champion is active right now - Even if you find out where they are, you cannot just barge into an ongoing roleplay and ask, if you don't want to risk interrupting something And no, please don't come with a "solution" that includes finding out the profile name, going to their profile, searching through their post history, and then finding something adequate (while not even being guaranteed to succeed in that). That is all but convenient for anyone who isn't already at least somewhat experienced with these boards. No, for real: This isn't convenient *at all*. The ask threads are meant to be portals to a champion's location, a mailbox, or whatever means there are to get in touch with them. Plus, they are a great way to show off the RP'ers version/vision of their champion, which is also a pretty important thing imo. It sets the stage, and it shows what can be expected from the owner, and also what is being expected from the visitor.
> [{quoted}](name=Ask Rumble,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=ZTfqxGBr,comment-id=00200000,timestamp=2018-11-03T21:04:11.464+0000) > > Yeah this was more of a lack of thinking and it makes less sense especially when I used to be a champion a few times. I know that back when the forums were a thing this wasn't necessarily the case but I've no qualms. With it remaining the same. I was just looking to, and yes it was hastily done, think of something that might have helped out champions a little bit before I left.
Kalofinx (EUW)
: On the Current State of the Boards & Suggestions Moving Forward UPDATE: READ INSIDE
Topic: Required Champion Thread While this will be a short one given my time... Why are champions required to have an ask thread? I don't mind either way . I want to make it very clear that if you enjoy having one then awesome but I think that it should be optional, not something that is mandatory to creating your account as a champion roleplayer. It's certainly not for activity because if you linked that champion's profile instead you could just click on it and see how long they have gone without posting so I don't see the reason for having a mandatory thread. This is a small quality of life change that I am proposing on behalf of champions should we choose to keep the compendium. Unrelated: I will be back later to touch on points made by previous posts but for now I will have to apologize for delay.
: > [{quoted}](name=LuciousLamia,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=ZTfqxGBr,comment-id=001f,timestamp=2018-11-02T09:17:20.985+0000) Aside from pretty much fully agreeing with LuciousLamia, I want to add a few of my own thoughts regarding this topic. Frist, I find it pretty ridiculous to claim that the “one RPer per champion” rule is to blame for the lack of activity when there are merely 34 champions claimed out of 141. (!) That implies that those 34 champions are *so* popular that, for the majority of them, multiple people would want to RP as them, while the 107 others are just too uninteresting to be claimed by even one person, and thus it would cause a big influx of players should the rule be abolished. Which I think is pretty nonsensical to assume. This rule is pretty much the only thing setting this place apart from others like Tumblr, and to me, this is what has mainly caused me to join *here*, not there. Because this place feels more like it has a continuity, and thus it is more immersive for me. The ask threads (or whatever they may be called by now, since they are mostly champion RP hubs nowadays, and less letterboxes) serve the purpose for the champion to be reachable by anyone interested. Therefore, I put my weight on the side that wants to retain them, because without the need for them to exist, and without the boards being able to provide private messages, there would be no other reasonable (read: comfortable) way to find and reach a character. I know the ask threads were not the primary focus of this thread, but they serve as a good transition to my proposal: I would definitely give the same **right** (unlike with champions whose obligation it is and should be) to have an own thread for OC characters, and not confine them to be a rather incorporeal phenomenon across the boards. Let them have their homes, their work places, their favorite bar. Let them present and advertise themselves to the readership just as much as champions. I see no detriment for the boards if we let that happen, on the contrary. Aside from that, I would also be content with the introduction of two sub-forums. One for a continuous world like we have now, and one for a multiverse kind of roleplay that offers the possibility to claim and play any champion for as many times as people wish. I just don't want to give up the thing we have here entirely. Maybe that might reignite the passion of RPing here for some at least a little. Other than that, I also think the reasons for the lessening activity and influx mostly are out of our hands.
> [{quoted}](name=Ask Rumble,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=ZTfqxGBr,comment-id=001f0000,timestamp=2018-11-03T12:04:59.040+0000) > Although my time is limited at the moment I will drop in a quick reply. Champion Limit: It's tedious work for sure to get into the position to begin with and while there are other champions I don't agree with the notion of "oh the champion I wanted to rp is taken I guess I'll just grind all over again to rp a champion I don't even want." As stated before some people have wanted champions that are popular on these boards but not necessarily in league. What we like to play and what we like to RP is not always the same thing. This isn't a question of how many champions are available it's question of "what do I personally want to RP." Funny enough if we kept the same system that we have now and new people took the roles knowing that they would be the only champions allowed to RP them I get the feeling that they too would be hard to budge especially given that for some people they will have been waiting for 6 years. Although I'll get into this a little bit in my next section. Sub-Board: It could possibly cause more elitist views and what have you in the long term but it is not an awful suggestion. Kaz touched on it earlier and given how it would provide free form rp for the public while allowing people to continue a more persistent narrative I can't say I'm entirely displeased with the suggestion. After all we are looking for compromise and I feel like giving free access and long term accesses to the people who are looking for it should be available. I would probably agree further if the persistent rpers were given the sub board for the sake of preventing a lot of clutter, accidental creations of free roleplayer threads in the wrong area, and allowing for more organized creation between champion rpers. This is something we can talk more about. OCs: Essentially I'm glad a number of people here are finally in agreement of giving OCs their time in the sun. It has been a long time and in prior times they were always looked down upon. We had to fight to get them a little more than what they had before and to see them getting that opportunity to have their own threads, ask oc or not, written in pen would be wonderful.
Kalofinx (EUW)
: On the Current State of the Boards & Suggestions Moving Forward UPDATE: READ INSIDE
Closing note to this posting spree: Look I'm just frustrated with the fact that a lot of people will never get a chance because of how things are. Roleplaying should be fun, not a fight for who gets to do what when life is so short and filled with so much misery. I'm sorry if I come off as mean or as an asshole but there are reasons beyond what I've provided as to why one deserves the right to do more than what we are stuck with. I don't like to hurt others so if I have hurt you then I'm sorry but I'm not changing my stance. If we have a compromise then it's something we need to actively talk about and not just let fade. I want everyone to have a place here, not just a select group of people who have been here longer than those who are wishing to join but feel intimidated for a flurry of reasons. I want those who have lost hope in this board to get some of that back so we can rebuild and unite. Let this be the time that we make reunification a reality.
Kalofinx (EUW)
: On the Current State of the Boards & Suggestions Moving Forward UPDATE: READ INSIDE
Topic: Ocs At the very least can we get some more OC rights? I know, I know. Ocs aren’t Champions and thus they aren’t as important to the insert insert insert- Look they make up a large bulk of the audience we have and as it is people want to share what they make with us. The more Ocs we have the more who will go to you as the champion roleplayer. If they feel welcome and they feel established to even have their own threads with some kind of purpose then cool. I honestly don’t think an Ask OC thread is going to be the most successful thing and I would personally never go for it but even something as simple as that would make people happy. I think threads like that will probably get buried on their own because nobody knows them at all but let them have the right to make threads and to have some respect in this community. As it is champions are the only “respected” thing because the rules enforce their status and devalue the status of Ocs at the exact same time. I know I didn’t respect watching 5 months of bumping occur with one of the champions despite knowing that roleplayer was great at what he did. I know you know who I’m talking to and man I liked roleplaying with you. It’s old shit to bring up but I know you like many champ rpers here have a lot of experience and I know you took pride in being yourself. Getting back to the topic… I feel like this would really play out better for everyone if we just adjusted the rights because as it is we are gating people who want to host their own threads centered around their Ocs and in a world that offers much that’s not necessarily a bad thing. Overall it would heal some of that divide we have. I know I would think better of you lot if you allowed even just his as we move to uniting this community and providing opportunity to everybody. Equal rights will encourage a unified board that will be far more willing to coexist and interact with each other as they can come to respect each other. In the end we have each other to help keep each other in check and moderators who can help enforce that. Consider what I’m saying because I’m not asking for champions to fade into obscurity. Ideally we end up having thread by threads that involve both champions and ocs. After all, this is the league board but as things are right now I personally want nothing to do with champions so long as these regulations exist. You might feel that the system is skewed and that champions are the ones getting screwed in this deal but remember that those rules we have heavily favor champions and the ones who get protected over and over without much of a choice are champions, not Ocs.
Kalofinx (EUW)
: On the Current State of the Boards & Suggestions Moving Forward UPDATE: READ INSIDE
RE: The Compendium Is Just Fine I don’t think so. I think that at the very least it needs altering and at absolute worse needs removal. As much as you might hate listening to me talk at this point I do believe that it could be possible to open up a compromise of some kind. As it is the compendium and the rules restrict us from sharing champions and it gates people from being able to easily come in because of the requirement to start (leveling to 5 on a smurf and making a thread) and I understand that this isn’t without principle. Much of what we are arguing is difference of opinion but I get that you could potentially have trolls or what have you coming in here and dropping champions left and right. COULD. I understand that we could have people coming in here trying to mess with us like when the boys from GD came in and mocked what we were doing just because they felt like being assholes but that’s what we have the moderators for. We have self governed those kinds of people before. While it’s going to take time to fully compromise on this that is also based on if we can agree to keep it when others have felt like it has been a source of pain and rightfully so. It established a diving factor that was especially toxic when the time of champions being better than everyone else was the general mentality. You couldn’t do anything but let a champion walk over you if they wanted because that was the established norm with a lot of champion roleplayers. Off the top of my head an idea for compromise is potentially keeping promoted roleplayers. A system where the community can decide which of the, potentially, many rpers to promote based on votes allotted through posts in a given thread on a monthly basis. This can obviously get biased but no system is perfect. I would say that for the first couple months the roleplayers we have now have automatic protection. This gives them time to lay an impression on the new comers while allowing other identical champions looking to be the promoted ask thread get adjusted and do their best but within the first two months cannot be promoted due to the initial grace period. I think this is generous but it does give you time to adjust. I would only have this grace period apply the moment changes get made to switching to this system. If you are the only Rper for that champion then you are automatically promoted but you do not get the grace period or at most maybe a month grace period. This gives people publicity on all ends as they compete a bit. This is mostly relevant to the people looking to be the “designated” rpers for that champion. At that point you’re more like individual specialists and yeah it doesn’t hold the same ring as “Official Forums Champion X” but it works. Regarding too many duplicates… eh. I guess if anything we could hard cap the amount of the same champions applying for the specialist role to something like 10 if we really need to but otherwise I’d say allow people to RP those champions if they want in their own individual Rps. Overall this system does strip the prestige of being the “first come first serve” champion but I think if you really care about being #1 champion and you believe your interpretation is truly the best and you’ve got plenty of life left for it then you’ve got plenty of time to prove it. I’ll think more about it and maybe you’ll think I’m onto something here or you’ll think I’m full of shit and don’t give a damn about champs while simultaneously attempting to provide some kind of alternative to the system.
: Does anyone actually care about what I have to say anymore? Somehow I have doubts. However, I'll say this much. I know at least several people would actually leave and go elsewhere if the current champion rules were taken away and everyone was allowed to RP them. Reason being, there's already a place like that, as stated before each time this comes up. It's called Tumblr. This place offers its own unique spin on things with one/one rules. While things are slow, all the Noxian champions have a nice big plot going. We're having fun, even if the place isn't hopping. My advice to everyone in this circumstance is to stop waiting for someone to make content and RPs, and just make it yourself. The worst part about stagnation like this is that people get complacent and like to complain about how no one is doing anything to make activity, and then continue to not make new avenues for activity. That statement is not leveled at everyone equally, and you guys know who you are. I know some people DO create opportunities, but a large fraction don't. And, also, I want to say a final thing on this, and I'd like for people to take it to heart. It's not a criticism, just a quality of life thing. Find out what it is that you do here that is fun for you, and then do it, or find a way to do it. I've been Riven for 6-ish years now, and I still enjoy playing her. I'm not constantly dripping with activity with all kinds of people, but I'm still having fun interacting with the other Noxian champions and my RP partners. Find the thing you enjoy, and work for it. Do that, and it doesn't matter how many threads or people there are.
> [{quoted}](name=Ryugi Kazamaru,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=ZTfqxGBr,comment-id=000c,timestamp=2018-10-30T21:10:47.626+0000) > > Does anyone actually care about what I have to say anymore? > RE: Kaz Look Kaz I’ve known you for a while and we’ve had our ups and downs. To directly talk to you for a moment and referenced something we’ve talked about. I’m just going to tell you right now that your hub thing isn’t going to be worth much when a lot of people barely want to be here as it is. Now I think persistent world is a cool idea and you know having one only for that selected realm would be nice but without a more loose system you force anyone who doesn’t want to get into the depth of catching up with where the story has gone, being forced to figure out where to go with it, and over all being told how to act a bit hard to pull off when we barely have the active numbers to fill a scratch of the champions we got. Not to mention NOBODY AUDITIONED FOR PYKE. I don’t want to be your enemy but coming at you from this angle I know you’re not going to like what I say and you sure don’t like what I represent. Dodging the question by telling people to get out there and roleplay isn’t going to cut it when it undermines the complains of so very many who could have been but couldn’t be because of how many limitations it took to even get started and to then be judged by the community the moment they do anything that doesn’t fit the culture that this community has set up. I still haven’t forgotten what many people said to me and thought of me when I first came and even some of our newest members that have stuck around feel like they are unwelcome here. They feel like their opinion doesn’t matter and that like many others who have taken a look from the outside see the boards as the haves and have nots. You’re not the only one who wants to roleplay Riven and some people waited for upwards of 6 years and have given up because you don’t want to share your throne. It doesn’t just apply to you either. There are plenty of champions here that people have been waiting to give a spin here but they never will at this rate. I know you put in a lot of time and I know you love that champion with all of your heart, but you are one among a lot of people who like that champion.
Kalofinx (EUW)
: On the Current State of the Boards & Suggestions Moving Forward UPDATE: READ INSIDE
RE: Roleplay Off The Boards [Tumblr/Skype/Discord/Facebook/Twitter/Insert Site Here] We are the first impression. Remember that. You are alienating a lot of people by telling them, “If you don’t like how we run things then leave.” Roleplaying is niche as it is and forcing people to migrate to all of these other places only to then leave your activity feeds relatively the same means people aren’t going to be very happy and they’re going to question why they can’t be a part of the club without taking a brand and working in the fields and never getting to do what they wanted to because people don’t want to freely share what doesn’t belong to them to begin with. Champions are characters created by Riot. Not you. You might be running a rendition of them and you COULD be doing a damn good job but in the end why does on person have that say ESPECIALLY when numbers have stagnated to this point. To pretend that we didn’t have more people in the past is ridiculous and back then we had more voices who were similar to mine. There were a lot of people who believed in sharing but felt hopeless because any time they fought they were faced with brutal opposition, bot spamming, and doing everything possible to stop change. People have lost hope in roleplaying something that doesn’t even belong to you. For the longest time the underlying reason for my hating champions is because of people who hog and entrench themselves cause people who are afraid of confrontation to put their head down and accept that things are the way they are. The boards may not be the best for formatting but it has more than general media sites that are far more niche than this one will ever be. Look up “League role play” and tell me who the first to pop up is. It sure as hell isn’t because this place is so special and unique in all the most attractive ways. It’s promoted up as high as it is because we have the board to begin with that belongs to one of the most popular games of our time. It USED to be the most but right now league is showing a little more blood than usual. You want to then tell these people to join an EVEN MORE NICHE community for the same purpose only to face their own oppositions or deal with traffic that is just as bad if not worse because you don’t want to share someone you don’t even own. If they want to do something out of the norm or with more depth they further exclude themselves from part of the public because of the ones that don’t look for something very in depth. Keep applying general factors as to why it is hard to get into it like discords having their own rules and limitations and you’re very quickly left with someone who feels defeated. You can argue that “well if they got defeated THAT EASILY then they have no business roleplaying anyway” but if that’s your argument for it then you’re an ass. A lot of people find it hard to get started and a lot of communities will have their own grips because of their own reasons that might sound similar to yours and the more you throttle entry the more people who will never come back to roleplay. Sometimes it takes being able to have that freedom to develop the 10+ years that someone like me has in roleplaying. When I first started roleplaying I was god damn awful. I roleplayed a canon character being a suicidal kid that needed a damn outlet and if I didn’t have people who were willing to work with me then I wouldn’t have developed as far as I have in story telling. I sure wouldn’t have had the outlet I often used throughout my life to not worry about so many things that were just wrong. It opened the doors to a lot of creative sources and gave me another day to think about how I could build on my world and make entertainment for others. The fact that a man let me roleplay a character he roleplayed for three years because I wanted to give it a try made me feel like I fit in with that community more. Before you say it, yeah, I get it. Not everyone is going to be facing that same situation and some might even think in your head ‘what a fucking loser.’ I’ve heard it all before and I’m unapologetic on where I stand because there are many who just want to give it a try and can’t. They have to be told no and deal with it. More wasted potential we no longer have the ability to shape. More people who get turned down because “there are other sites out there go find one you fit in.” By this point a lot of us know each other and we’re going to be the first impression that one of the most popular games is going to foster. I said that we were all new and we were allowed an environment for growth at one time or another. This has been the core of my argument and something I’ll say over and over until I’m put into a coffin. What about them?
Kalofinx (EUW)
: On the Current State of the Boards & Suggestions Moving Forward UPDATE: READ INSIDE
RE: Busy With Life and Time Constraints Yeah, all of us are. A whole lot of us have responsibilities and obligations to fulfill and I’ve had my share of roleplaying while working 12 hours a day for 7 days a week getting told to work more hours because the customer just ordered another shipment and they need it now so the boss can get his bonus all while roleplaying a champion and other threads. I’m pretty sure that comes off as without sympathy but I get it. I have been there and have done that. It’s just how life is like and this is a hobby for sure. You might sit there and debate all you want about whether or not it is right to judge or ask for more but the fact that people here have done the same and still put in time to roleplay wherever they are as well as squeezing out every ounce from a schedule and losing sleep just to try and entertain others. Or they could be bumping away or complaining about not having time when they took up the champion spot VOLUNTARILY. It might not be a job but opting to do this means you should put in the effort especially when you are the only enforced choice for it. I’m fine with people roleplaying champions and doing as they will with them since there is always going to be arguments as to how a champion SHOULD be RP’d and the person with the key to the room gets to decide who they let in to do the job. You get two weeks to piece together something even relatively small to function as save space. You get up to 3 strikes which equates to 42 total days of inactivity before you are out. Every month without a strike you get a strike removed, allowing any one person to keep their champion by just drifting on auto pilot for a bit. In addition If you need to take time away because you’re dealing with something then you get even more time off without any strikes at all. I understand burn out is a thing. I’ve dealt with it and I post while feeling burnt out. It is not fun. I know we have medical emergencies with family and I completely respect that. Nobody is going to want to, and neither should they, be forced to roleplay because an emergency comes up. I have sympathy and I understand because I have been in these situations myself. Even if I was too stubborn to use leaves I gave up my champion if I felt like I realistically couldn’t RP them because things became very hard on me. Sure, I could have used the leave system and that is what it is there for but the one thing that prevented me from doing that was the fact that while I am away trying to recover someone might be looking to RP as that champion or may be waiting for who knows how long for me to come back. It didn’t sit well with me personally. I don’t like the restrictive nature of the compendium. I don’t like that people have waited for years to roleplay a champion only to be denied because someone else has been sitting on that champion for 4, 6, maybe even more years. It’s of no surprise to me that this is going to end in me getting yelled at for not having the sympathy to agree with the people who have been waiting for activity to happen or whatever the excuse may be, but remember that you’re not the only one taking time out of your day to do this. What makes you so special from the common man that comes on to roleplay? Often times those who do not hold champions end up putting in more posts and even work at times than those we designate based on their willingness to grind an alternate account or purchase a name changer with IP/BE or with actual money. Before the changes that made champions do something more than bumps what did most champions do but bump and let posts pile up from people who are also taking precious time that they will never get back mustering the will to post only to get a bump in their face. After all, they can’t be their favorite champions so all they can do is interact with them. Well, _some_ of them. I know this isn’t the exact case for everyone but you know who you are on both ends. I understand the difficulty of juggling between job, responsibilities, managing a tight schedule, with roleplay as yet another thing to squeeze in while sleeping 2 hours a night to start it all again. If we didn’t have these restrictions to begin with then you could roleplay that champion whenever you felt like without having to worry about that. You supposedly hold the passion and will to roleplay them so do it because you WANT TO not because you want the publicity of being the one and only one that the rules allows just because you happened to apply before anyone else. The only one you are hurting is yourself and what harm is it in allowing other people to pursue that same desire to roleplay what they love?
Kalofinx (EUW)
: On the Current State of the Boards & Suggestions Moving Forward UPDATE: READ INSIDE
On a fundamental level I support this change. The fact is just that the boards is much smaller and much slower than it used to be. There are less prying eyes and less people willing to begin in a system that asks so much for a realistically minimal gain for people who are new to the idea and feel like a direct connection to the lore and champions they love are cut off by a system that can no longer efficiently serve its purpose. This isn't about anything else other than breathing life into the boards as its embers hardly create any light anymore. For some of you I realize this change is something you are completely against but If we want these boards to repopulate we can't afford to sit in trenches waiting for one side to die off anymore. The only way we can make this place better is to open it to the next generation that is fresh and willing to give it a try so long as they don't feel overwhelmed, mistreated, and disrespected. I was new once. You were new as well. It's unfair to the people who want to have a creative outlet to only be able to find it elsewhere when they could get it here. As it is many people who I have talked to do not like the restrictions we have and will simply leave to find another site to roleplay on. There is nothing about the current system that invites new blood in and we are nothing special as we are. We may have many talented writers and aspiring creators but so many more are throttled and kept out of reach because of a perceived elite system and highly restrictive nature. I'm an seasoned dog here but regardless of which side you once sat on I just ask that you consider doing what will be best for the future because we will not be here forever. I would rather the torch be passed on than to have the embers go out.
Krizonar (NA)
: > [{quoted}](name=CFProxy,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=gGrhUxOt,comment-id=041f,timestamp=2018-09-18T00:46:24.721+0000) > >https://puu.sh/w98R8/e76fe59592.png After listening for a little bit, it was clear to her that their needs were somewhat different than what she could provide for. Manufacturing ammunition was one thing. Cast iron could be resized, or even made into a solid round to make bullets instead of shells, but equipment for their flying machines they called airplanes… there was nothing onboard that would be able to make such material she had to imagine. Being lightweight was quite the opposite of how most armor or weapons were designed to be, or produce the effect of at the very least. With how close it was, however, it shouldn't be a problem to help. Her mind was organizing these far easier now that she was a bit more woken up from speaking, and that the topic had somewhat been focused from the onslaught into a stream. "I haeve nothing thaet can offer much help in maeking these flying maechines of yours except for maeybe raew maeteriae. We haeve no paerts, nor experieaence," she spoke honestly, as while remote flying drones back home were indeed in development and saw limited use, it was quite out of what she knew how to do, and putting people in them? Then again, they themselves had wings. She had to wonder how they were like back home, and how they used such things in battle, as she had only seen a glimpse so far. "But I aem confident in my aeccuraecy," she continued with, her voice unshaking, "the people on this islaend aere very reaedy to fight, even before it is wise, so while I maey think they aere braeve, aections speaek louder thaen words." While of course not being meant to be taken offensively, her small smile, showing sharp teeth, made it clear it wasn't entirely early morning things said from the air, but mere teasing to a friend. "They'd love tae' fight, I'm sure they'd fight with yae' aegaeinst aen enemy. I will soften them up aend then you caen craeck the egg," a metaphor indeed. It seemed the laid back state of the meeting that had developed by their friendliness was seen by both sides, as the conversation moved on to less violent things. She was honestly somewhat surprised they knew to call him by his gender. While he of course had no sex as a machine, it was programming and being kind to inanimate objects that help you was something she was glad was not simply an Aehan thing. "Keen of you to notice," she remarked near the end at Luduvika's motions with an almost escaped laugh that had to be contained to even pretend to be formal. For the first time in a long while she didn't feel guarded or nervous about her ship's technicalities being spoken of and learned with precision by foreigners, and perhaps, one day, she would even feel fine giving them more information than visual inspections, numbers giving hint to capabilities... But that would take time, and they hadn't spent too much together, considering. There was always the acute apprehension and, well deserved, stigma of giving away numbers and mechanics, as it let it be known where your limits lie, at least on the drawing board. Trust is earned fast in battle, but time is time, and the secrets of her people, no, her precious things that were essentially a part of her... She returned to the world of the extroverts. "Delovas is fine, and is respected by me greaetly, we will awlwaeys taeke caere of eaech other," her hands folded under her chest as her head went back for a moment, with the first two fingers intwined in outwards pointed like a sort of half-steepe, caused by the great emotion at saying her partner's name in an introduction, sort of presentation type of scenario. The pride was keen... "How are your people doing aefter the baettle? It waes quite ae lot to go through given the conditions, I wish we haed some recovery time for them, aell of them, even if I feel I caen pledge them saeftey while we remaein here."
_The Edels smiled as they listened, although the egg metaphor caused a cringe in them both that would have been notable before the two exchanged glances and returned to the conversation with the same energy as before. Still, why would she make a reference like that? They supposed it must have been just because they ate eggs like humans did. Given her size she must have eaten more not to mention how many more of her own kind did. While it wouldn't stop them from talking to her, it was quite disgusting to hear, honestly. Those personal biases were because of their own reproduction, but it would be too harsh to judge fully, after all, what she ate was likely those lowly animals who did not have the same intelligence as they. Still, they would have rather killed the bird after it grew up._ "Still, these are a more primitive people. They use sticks and shields for the most part with rifles being rather basic. Not to mention their order and training leaves much to be desired, but I can work with spirit. As long as they do not act out of line then we will have no problems here." _Volkbert looked over to Luduvika, the woman swinging her legs freely off the table as she spoke in response to a statement._ "Well, not all ships are female! Humans like to call them all she but we acknowledge that the crew and manufacturer are the ones who actually know that." _She stated, moving over to Rodet and leaning against the wall to be beside the quiet man._ "We're doing quite fine. These conditions are less than optimal but it's nothing we're unfamiliar with. So long as we get that industrial park munitions will never be an issue and I'm more than certain that we could live off the land no matter how awful it looks. We may have to do some medical checks on your men to make sure they aren't developing disease. We've noticed that the area Luduvika landed in was infested with a host of diseases. Still, from what I understand from what briefing I've heard we may need every man we can get to haul out the supplies. Once we capture the park we'll establish base there and form a perimeter... Also, you'll have to forgive me but..." _The man stepped closer to Krizonar, brandishing a knife slowly and keeping a distance from Krizonar._ "I'm fairly certain you aren't one of them but... Well our rivals have red eyes like yours. In fact, they're known to interbreed and given that we've never seen one of your kind before I'm skeptical if things can be... peaceful should results turn out positive. In order to collaborate further all I need is a small sample of your blood. It will take nothing more than a dot. That's all I will need to see what you are. I know it seems rather sudden, but I have to know for the safety of every last man and woman here. Will you cooperate?" _Rodet instinctively moved in front of Volkbert, Luduvika grabbing him and pulling him back before sitting him down again._ "No, it's alright. We don't mean any harm, Frau Kommandant. The race we've faced who have such eyes are monsters. They breed wth anything they can find and value life as much as shrapnel values skin. We hope they have not bred to these lands beyond one we have suspicion of." "We can talk more as we check. It's fine. Luduvika is an ex pilot, herself. She still talks about her dear Erwin back home." "K-kommandant!" _Luduvika blushed, easing Rodet a bit as he watched Volkbert move closer to check, wincing and giving a soft shout as he felt blood leave his finger tip. It was a small amount, but Luduvika gave it a sniff and smiled._ "All clear, Kommandant." "Gut. Now you, Frau Kommandant." "Is that... it?" _Rodet asked, watching Luduvika stand up and kiss him on his forehead, causing the young man to blush in response as he looked down. She walked closer to Volkbert, pulling out a bar of chocolate and breaking off a piece before eating one. She offered another to Krizonar and Rodet._
CFProxy (NA)
: > [{quoted}](name=Sun Fishbird,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=gGrhUxOt,comment-id=03f600000000000000000000000000000000000100000000,timestamp=2017-07-19T01:21:22.085+0000) > "I understand. I wouldn't be telling you as much as I had if I didn't feel I couldn't trust you with that information. I don't mean to try and guilt trip you either, that is something I want made clear. I am telling you of the past and the fallen not because I am desperately trying to persuade you, but because I want you to know what the resistance has lost. We've done all we can and for so many to die for nothing is something that I can't be proud of. I just want this to end. You will be given freedom to heal and speak as you wish. You are not a tool for free use. Speak if that is what you wish. Remain silent if it is in your best interests. Politics is an ugly thing and I know what it is like to be caught in the middle of a freshly brewed mess. I've known it all too well ever since I was made leader of the resistance." _Radesh would extend his hand to her, a faint smile on his lips._ "I'm sorry that I got us off track, but I'm sure you know just as well as I that any body of government must be united if it expects to accomplish anything. I have sacrificed much to get the resistance where it is today. I don't plan on letting all of our work go to waste. It is insanity but one faction wants to stay in this hell of a place. The Black Stinger. Our long time rivals and enemies to freedom. As long as strife is existent in the Hollowing Grounds they get to have all the mercenary work they want. King, Leader of the Black Crown sub faction, is a very powerful man. He's also our enemy. He is a monarch as you could imagine, but he is absolute. He wants people to stay just as the Black Stinger does so he can control the flow of resources and open up opportunities with the warden... Prisoners creating prisoners..." _After further travel Radesh would eventually stop the cart and would sigh, stepping out for a moment to open up a compartment on the side of the vehicle. Out came flowers of many colors and with it came a grip of sorrow on the bouquet. Walking back to Elena he would give her notification before leaving._ "I... I need to visit some old friends. I will return in a few. After this we'll go to one of our infirmaries." _Radesh walked down a long corridor beyond the door which kept it sealed. Two soldiers saluted their commander as he passed, emotions sealed behind rigid eyes. A final door opened by hand which lead to the thousands of tombstones lined up with the tomb of Emna resting at the very back. A long salute came from Radesh, tears forming in his eyes as one by one the dead faded into view. Each one wore a smile as he passed by them and gave their shouts accordingly. "Good to see you, sir" accompanying every one of them as he came closer and closer to Emna who awaited him with hands behind her back and a smile burning through his heart._ _He would hand her the flowers, a hug between the two transpiring." "I'm sorry..." "You don't have to apologize anymore, Rae. It's almost over." "It can't end soon enough, Emna... What if I get this woman killed?" "Elena will be fine... All you have to do is make sure that you lead. Do not doubt yourself." "My party dwindles every day... but if you believe I am on the right track..." "Don't wait for my beliefs. Believe in what you think is right. Do it so that this will never happen again." _Emna would salute with that familiar smile, the wrinkles from stress showing in her wide welcoming. Radesh followed suit, a more serious expression as he looked her in the eyes and felt weak from the stress that was building up from within. However, before he could lower his arm with hers coming down his eyes widened from the sudden collapse of Emna, the wound in her stomach forming again._ "Emna!" _The man slammed himself to the ground, holding her tightly against himself as he leaned against the wall, the gasping woman clutching his arm and the screams of the soldiers shaking Radesh greatly. The thousands of soldiers before him violently took wounds that were not present before and each fell down in violent ways all too familiar to what he remembered. The screams for help... The plea for life... Radesh closed his eyes and soon found himself standing in front of Emna's tomb. Sweat poured down the sides of his forehead with tears accompanying them. He walked over to the side of the tomb, kissed the grave, and put the flowers upon the center. A prayer was spoken, and the leader returned._ _When Radesh entered the vehicle once more, Cero seemed rather concerned._ "Are you alright commander?" _He was slow to respond, his hard breathing muffling his words before he gave a small nod. It took a little longer, but he wiped his face clean with his sleeve and spoke with a rasp voice._ "Yes... I... I'll be fine. Memories... That's all they are... memories... Elena are... Are you ready to go?"
> [{quoted}](name=Sariran,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=gGrhUxOt,comment-id=03f6000000000000000000000000000000000001000000000000003a,timestamp=2018-10-08T20:36:37.545+0000) > "War is won by those who are in motion, not by those who write the papers. From logistics to rifles there is nothing more important than the men who fight." _Edward would reply, sighing as they headed further into the royal territory._ "I know you prefer immediate action, sister, but I can't help but feel disrespected. There are reasons as to why things are earned, after all. Still, thank you for your advice." _The woman thought on it further, managing a bit more but not quite getting it. Still, she was fine with that for now as they neared the entrance. Guns were focused on them the whole way, the sounds of drums and fanfare taking the stage as the large double doors opened up to reveal the entrenched throne with elite grade riflemen to the sides of the throne. However, what they saw instead was the woman who had so often occupied King's side cleaning the throne of specks of dirt and adjusting her hat as the trio approached. She warped closer to them, walking with her feather in her cap and the general wavy movement of her body evident in that black uniform of hers. IT was a military dress of sorts, double breasted coat with thick flaps extending to create an armored attire_ "You wish to see his majesty?" "Where is the high lord?" "Busy. He doesn't have time to meddle with clerics at the moment, I'm afraid you'll hav-" _Feather was interrupted by Lisra walking past her, watching as the woman approached the throne and hit the bell sitting on the armchair. This immediately cause Feather to warp to Lisra, smacking her hard enough to throw her down the stairs that led up to the throne._ "How dare you summon what you do not rule!" "Feather! Do not disgrace yourself by assaulting the priestess!" _Edward marched forward, the guns pointing at him failing to stop his advance as he flashed his arm at them to indicate his rank before drawing his sword. Even as Lisra stood and prepared for combat Edward grabbed her shoulder and pulled her off to the side, swinging his blade at feather who shot out her wing from underneath the slips in the coat and caught the blade with the metal within it._ "I demand a martial trial on behalf of your childish behaviour!" "You sure it isn't because of your weak little heart sobbing?" "Honor before all!" _A grenade would fall between them, exploding immediately and puffing smoke which caused the two to scurry away as several soldiers dropped from the railing above and moved to detain the two to opposite ends as from the stairs behind the throne came the man of the hour. Standing at six feet the monarch approached wearing his armor over his uniform, crown stuck upon his head with his infamous rifle held in one hand against his shoulder._ "Enough. Feather, I know you're in a lot of pain, but do not be rude to our guests. Edward, there is no need to defend my honor. Lisra..." _King moved close to the priestess, placing a hand on her red cheek before kissing it gently and pulling a vial from his sleeve and feeding it to her._ "There, there." _As he took his hands away and walked to Elena the bruise was already healed, the woman following behind King as he stopped a meter from Elena and asked his question._ "And who are you?"
CFProxy (NA)
: > [{quoted}](name=Sun Fishbird,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=gGrhUxOt,comment-id=03f600000000000000000000000000000000000100000000,timestamp=2017-07-19T01:21:22.085+0000) > "I understand. I wouldn't be telling you as much as I had if I didn't feel I couldn't trust you with that information. I don't mean to try and guilt trip you either, that is something I want made clear. I am telling you of the past and the fallen not because I am desperately trying to persuade you, but because I want you to know what the resistance has lost. We've done all we can and for so many to die for nothing is something that I can't be proud of. I just want this to end. You will be given freedom to heal and speak as you wish. You are not a tool for free use. Speak if that is what you wish. Remain silent if it is in your best interests. Politics is an ugly thing and I know what it is like to be caught in the middle of a freshly brewed mess. I've known it all too well ever since I was made leader of the resistance." _Radesh would extend his hand to her, a faint smile on his lips._ "I'm sorry that I got us off track, but I'm sure you know just as well as I that any body of government must be united if it expects to accomplish anything. I have sacrificed much to get the resistance where it is today. I don't plan on letting all of our work go to waste. It is insanity but one faction wants to stay in this hell of a place. The Black Stinger. Our long time rivals and enemies to freedom. As long as strife is existent in the Hollowing Grounds they get to have all the mercenary work they want. King, Leader of the Black Crown sub faction, is a very powerful man. He's also our enemy. He is a monarch as you could imagine, but he is absolute. He wants people to stay just as the Black Stinger does so he can control the flow of resources and open up opportunities with the warden... Prisoners creating prisoners..." _After further travel Radesh would eventually stop the cart and would sigh, stepping out for a moment to open up a compartment on the side of the vehicle. Out came flowers of many colors and with it came a grip of sorrow on the bouquet. Walking back to Elena he would give her notification before leaving._ "I... I need to visit some old friends. I will return in a few. After this we'll go to one of our infirmaries." _Radesh walked down a long corridor beyond the door which kept it sealed. Two soldiers saluted their commander as he passed, emotions sealed behind rigid eyes. A final door opened by hand which lead to the thousands of tombstones lined up with the tomb of Emna resting at the very back. A long salute came from Radesh, tears forming in his eyes as one by one the dead faded into view. Each one wore a smile as he passed by them and gave their shouts accordingly. "Good to see you, sir" accompanying every one of them as he came closer and closer to Emna who awaited him with hands behind her back and a smile burning through his heart._ _He would hand her the flowers, a hug between the two transpiring." "I'm sorry..." "You don't have to apologize anymore, Rae. It's almost over." "It can't end soon enough, Emna... What if I get this woman killed?" "Elena will be fine... All you have to do is make sure that you lead. Do not doubt yourself." "My party dwindles every day... but if you believe I am on the right track..." "Don't wait for my beliefs. Believe in what you think is right. Do it so that this will never happen again." _Emna would salute with that familiar smile, the wrinkles from stress showing in her wide welcoming. Radesh followed suit, a more serious expression as he looked her in the eyes and felt weak from the stress that was building up from within. However, before he could lower his arm with hers coming down his eyes widened from the sudden collapse of Emna, the wound in her stomach forming again._ "Emna!" _The man slammed himself to the ground, holding her tightly against himself as he leaned against the wall, the gasping woman clutching his arm and the screams of the soldiers shaking Radesh greatly. The thousands of soldiers before him violently took wounds that were not present before and each fell down in violent ways all too familiar to what he remembered. The screams for help... The plea for life... Radesh closed his eyes and soon found himself standing in front of Emna's tomb. Sweat poured down the sides of his forehead with tears accompanying them. He walked over to the side of the tomb, kissed the grave, and put the flowers upon the center. A prayer was spoken, and the leader returned._ _When Radesh entered the vehicle once more, Cero seemed rather concerned._ "Are you alright commander?" _He was slow to respond, his hard breathing muffling his words before he gave a small nod. It took a little longer, but he wiped his face clean with his sleeve and spoke with a rasp voice._ "Yes... I... I'll be fine. Memories... That's all they are... memories... Elena are... Are you ready to go?"
> [{quoted}](name=Sariran,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=gGrhUxOt,comment-id=03f60000000000000000000000000000000000010000000000000038,timestamp=2018-09-30T00:04:38.482+0000) > "Disperse magic... Disperse magic... Right." _She quietly practiced, attempting and failing repeatedly. The patting, however, was reassuring._ _Edward was quiet in response to her statement, simply looking the other direction as he spoke._ "Perhaps, fair lady. Perhaps." "I think something has changed in Edward. Maybe all we need is a bit more time and he'll take a far less coarse tone. A handsome officer such as himself is deserving of a blessing or two. He just needs to work for it." _Lisra reasoned, the young woman smiling as she imagined Edward in robes with a giggle._ "Imagine that, officer turned priest! It's a lovely thought, isn't it?" _She would ask, simply shifting the direction of the horse as it was necessary. She couldn't help but smile at the fact that underneath that cold exterior there really was a man who isolated warmth within._ _They would head further uphill after leaving the area. The castle was still a ways off, but the magnitude of its structure and the lines of guards defending it spoke of just what loyalty King had garnered and the wealth that he held within._
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: > [{quoted}](name=WhatisaProfanity,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=QF6lhEEt,comment-id=001d00000000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-09-17T04:58:01.811+0000) > > > Twilight Elf _Whisp seemed quiet through it all, although by the end her worried look just seemed a more exhausted expression as she slowly took the glass and gently gripped the straw. She sighed briefly, reflecting on the chaos of her adventures. She began to speak before being interrupted by the sounds of Rodet being tickled up against the counter which lead to both of the other members laughing as they fought to trigger their sensitive spots on the counter for a moment before falling to the floor. She watched them for a moment, smiling at their innocent fun before looking back to Tear._ "Well, I don't really know where to start regarding immortal-" _As the doors slammed open Nyvorlas rushed through wearing some Victorian get up. He rushed his way to the back._ "I'll be a moment, Tear!" _The elf roared before vanishing._ _Blinking again Whisp breathed in and continued._ "I don't know how to become immortal and I don't know if even Master Nyvorlas would share that kind of information. I'd love to have children one day but I don't know who to even marry but... fun? I could try that, I suppose... You said two of them?" _She would ask, taking a sip before coughing a little bit and placing her hand against her chest as if to push the alcohol back down. After a brief pause she breathed in and began sucking harshly on the straw, causing it to fold inward frequently as she tried to slam it down with it tasting better with every push and the smell of the drink penetrating her nostrils by the second._
> [{quoted}](name=WhatisaProfanity,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=QF6lhEEt,comment-id=001d0000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-09-29T12:36:14.675+0000) > "I-I knew that!" _Whisp lied, blushing a little bit as she pulled herself around and put down the drink gently._ "I... I didn't... I act like I know what high society was like back home but all I ever heard of was of drinks and sex. Lavish parties with beautiful rooms and amazing menus. The only example I have to go by is Claine because for most of my early life I was just put on outpost after outpost to watch for dragons or worrying about the debt my family sunk into. I couldn't even enjoy freedom because I even got locked up by own people! A hero turned a thief!" _She groaned, placing her face against the counter as she looked at the elder._ "I'll try, sister... I just... hobbies?" _She would ask, thinking about how her life had been thusfar._ "Uh... hobbies... I... um... What do I... I like... archery and... uh... I'm not sure what I do for fun anymore. I've been chasing thing after thing I don't remember... As it weaving? Cooking? What do I?" _She put her face into her hands, groaning audibly as she asked Tear yet another question._ "I'm hopeless aren't I?"
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: > [{quoted}](name=Sun Fishbird,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=gGrhUxOt,comment-id=03f600000000000000000000000000000000000100000000,timestamp=2017-07-19T01:21:22.085+0000) > "I understand. I wouldn't be telling you as much as I had if I didn't feel I couldn't trust you with that information. I don't mean to try and guilt trip you either, that is something I want made clear. I am telling you of the past and the fallen not because I am desperately trying to persuade you, but because I want you to know what the resistance has lost. We've done all we can and for so many to die for nothing is something that I can't be proud of. I just want this to end. You will be given freedom to heal and speak as you wish. You are not a tool for free use. Speak if that is what you wish. Remain silent if it is in your best interests. Politics is an ugly thing and I know what it is like to be caught in the middle of a freshly brewed mess. I've known it all too well ever since I was made leader of the resistance." _Radesh would extend his hand to her, a faint smile on his lips._ "I'm sorry that I got us off track, but I'm sure you know just as well as I that any body of government must be united if it expects to accomplish anything. I have sacrificed much to get the resistance where it is today. I don't plan on letting all of our work go to waste. It is insanity but one faction wants to stay in this hell of a place. The Black Stinger. Our long time rivals and enemies to freedom. As long as strife is existent in the Hollowing Grounds they get to have all the mercenary work they want. King, Leader of the Black Crown sub faction, is a very powerful man. He's also our enemy. He is a monarch as you could imagine, but he is absolute. He wants people to stay just as the Black Stinger does so he can control the flow of resources and open up opportunities with the warden... Prisoners creating prisoners..." _After further travel Radesh would eventually stop the cart and would sigh, stepping out for a moment to open up a compartment on the side of the vehicle. Out came flowers of many colors and with it came a grip of sorrow on the bouquet. Walking back to Elena he would give her notification before leaving._ "I... I need to visit some old friends. I will return in a few. After this we'll go to one of our infirmaries." _Radesh walked down a long corridor beyond the door which kept it sealed. Two soldiers saluted their commander as he passed, emotions sealed behind rigid eyes. A final door opened by hand which lead to the thousands of tombstones lined up with the tomb of Emna resting at the very back. A long salute came from Radesh, tears forming in his eyes as one by one the dead faded into view. Each one wore a smile as he passed by them and gave their shouts accordingly. "Good to see you, sir" accompanying every one of them as he came closer and closer to Emna who awaited him with hands behind her back and a smile burning through his heart._ _He would hand her the flowers, a hug between the two transpiring." "I'm sorry..." "You don't have to apologize anymore, Rae. It's almost over." "It can't end soon enough, Emna... What if I get this woman killed?" "Elena will be fine... All you have to do is make sure that you lead. Do not doubt yourself." "My party dwindles every day... but if you believe I am on the right track..." "Don't wait for my beliefs. Believe in what you think is right. Do it so that this will never happen again." _Emna would salute with that familiar smile, the wrinkles from stress showing in her wide welcoming. Radesh followed suit, a more serious expression as he looked her in the eyes and felt weak from the stress that was building up from within. However, before he could lower his arm with hers coming down his eyes widened from the sudden collapse of Emna, the wound in her stomach forming again._ "Emna!" _The man slammed himself to the ground, holding her tightly against himself as he leaned against the wall, the gasping woman clutching his arm and the screams of the soldiers shaking Radesh greatly. The thousands of soldiers before him violently took wounds that were not present before and each fell down in violent ways all too familiar to what he remembered. The screams for help... The plea for life... Radesh closed his eyes and soon found himself standing in front of Emna's tomb. Sweat poured down the sides of his forehead with tears accompanying them. He walked over to the side of the tomb, kissed the grave, and put the flowers upon the center. A prayer was spoken, and the leader returned._ _When Radesh entered the vehicle once more, Cero seemed rather concerned._ "Are you alright commander?" _He was slow to respond, his hard breathing muffling his words before he gave a small nod. It took a little longer, but he wiped his face clean with his sleeve and spoke with a rasp voice._ "Yes... I... I'll be fine. Memories... That's all they are... memories... Elena are... Are you ready to go?"
> [{quoted}](name=Sariran,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=gGrhUxOt,comment-id=03f60000000000000000000000000000000000010000000000000036,timestamp=2018-09-23T07:02:21.093+0000) > _Franez smiled a bit wider at the wings, at least, seeming to be remembering something nice about them. In fact, he did remember something. He looked to the halls, turning back to Elena after._ "Oh, one last thing, sister. We have a statue dedicated to Mer within our cathedral. After your time was done here, we kept a memorial for those who died on the field. You're free to visit it. I will have to check and see just how many of your followers we have in our church. As soon as I am sure what would you have me do with them? You are the one representative of Mer that I know, after all... And... I promise that once I am given the sign, I will provide more aide to our cause. I know you may not agree, but in the end I'm sure all will be well." --- _Roughly seven minutes after Elena left the church Lisra would walk out, a small glow surrounding her body as she gently took steps down to the paved path. She gripped her fist with her ring, bringing it to her chest and gave a quiet prayer before she approached Elena._ "I'm ready, sister. I wish Franez could join us, I'm confident he could fight the demon on his own, but I do not doubt his judgement. He spoke of the creature we encountered. Its name is Zethial. A time manipulator. It is evidently a neutral one, taking the forms of others and visiting people that it finds interesting even if it does no harm. The creature is weak, frail and damaged from its own encounter with the demon lord. It seems as though it has never recovered from the conflict which is why it cannot replicate a person whole." _Soon after she spoke Edward came out from the back with a white armored horse held by the reigns as he rode his brown one. He stopped as he came to their side, patting the pouch on the side of the horse._ "Archbishop Franez has filled the pockets with gold and sacks of provisions for the journey." "Thank you, Edward... How was your... time in prayer?" _Edward went silent, looking away from Lisra almost as if he had some kind of conviction._ "It was- dull. I learned nothing. I changed in no way." "Your actions betray your words." "Your long going inactivity betrays your book. A general practice would be to pursue your enemies and yet here you remain as weak sheep before the wolves!" _He snapped back, angry and poised to attack. He grunted, putting his sword back up before commanding his horse to trot along._ "Edward!" _Lisra shouted, jumping on her horse and commanding it to go before falling by rolling backwards off of it._ _The officer held his horse where it ran, turning around and dismounting to help pick her up._ "You clumsy oaf. You can't even ride a horse." _The woman stared at him, frowning a bit before the man sighed and assisted in dusting her off._ "Be honest with me, Edward. What did you feel when you were in there?" _Edward went quiet once more, sighing as he walked to his horse with an answer said aloud for those two to hear._ "Fear." _Once mounting his horse again he would begin moving to the exit, his men behind him._ "Well? Come on, ladies! The sooner we speak to his majesty the sooner I can have you both out of my sight." _Lisra would weakly smile at Elena, hoping that things would go well._ "Where shall we go after talking to King? Franez said I could count on you to be my guide."
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: > [{quoted}](name=Sun Fishbird,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=gGrhUxOt,comment-id=03f600000000000000000000000000000000000100000000,timestamp=2017-07-19T01:21:22.085+0000) > "I understand. I wouldn't be telling you as much as I had if I didn't feel I couldn't trust you with that information. I don't mean to try and guilt trip you either, that is something I want made clear. I am telling you of the past and the fallen not because I am desperately trying to persuade you, but because I want you to know what the resistance has lost. We've done all we can and for so many to die for nothing is something that I can't be proud of. I just want this to end. You will be given freedom to heal and speak as you wish. You are not a tool for free use. Speak if that is what you wish. Remain silent if it is in your best interests. Politics is an ugly thing and I know what it is like to be caught in the middle of a freshly brewed mess. I've known it all too well ever since I was made leader of the resistance." _Radesh would extend his hand to her, a faint smile on his lips._ "I'm sorry that I got us off track, but I'm sure you know just as well as I that any body of government must be united if it expects to accomplish anything. I have sacrificed much to get the resistance where it is today. I don't plan on letting all of our work go to waste. It is insanity but one faction wants to stay in this hell of a place. The Black Stinger. Our long time rivals and enemies to freedom. As long as strife is existent in the Hollowing Grounds they get to have all the mercenary work they want. King, Leader of the Black Crown sub faction, is a very powerful man. He's also our enemy. He is a monarch as you could imagine, but he is absolute. He wants people to stay just as the Black Stinger does so he can control the flow of resources and open up opportunities with the warden... Prisoners creating prisoners..." _After further travel Radesh would eventually stop the cart and would sigh, stepping out for a moment to open up a compartment on the side of the vehicle. Out came flowers of many colors and with it came a grip of sorrow on the bouquet. Walking back to Elena he would give her notification before leaving._ "I... I need to visit some old friends. I will return in a few. After this we'll go to one of our infirmaries." _Radesh walked down a long corridor beyond the door which kept it sealed. Two soldiers saluted their commander as he passed, emotions sealed behind rigid eyes. A final door opened by hand which lead to the thousands of tombstones lined up with the tomb of Emna resting at the very back. A long salute came from Radesh, tears forming in his eyes as one by one the dead faded into view. Each one wore a smile as he passed by them and gave their shouts accordingly. "Good to see you, sir" accompanying every one of them as he came closer and closer to Emna who awaited him with hands behind her back and a smile burning through his heart._ _He would hand her the flowers, a hug between the two transpiring." "I'm sorry..." "You don't have to apologize anymore, Rae. It's almost over." "It can't end soon enough, Emna... What if I get this woman killed?" "Elena will be fine... All you have to do is make sure that you lead. Do not doubt yourself." "My party dwindles every day... but if you believe I am on the right track..." "Don't wait for my beliefs. Believe in what you think is right. Do it so that this will never happen again." _Emna would salute with that familiar smile, the wrinkles from stress showing in her wide welcoming. Radesh followed suit, a more serious expression as he looked her in the eyes and felt weak from the stress that was building up from within. However, before he could lower his arm with hers coming down his eyes widened from the sudden collapse of Emna, the wound in her stomach forming again._ "Emna!" _The man slammed himself to the ground, holding her tightly against himself as he leaned against the wall, the gasping woman clutching his arm and the screams of the soldiers shaking Radesh greatly. The thousands of soldiers before him violently took wounds that were not present before and each fell down in violent ways all too familiar to what he remembered. The screams for help... The plea for life... Radesh closed his eyes and soon found himself standing in front of Emna's tomb. Sweat poured down the sides of his forehead with tears accompanying them. He walked over to the side of the tomb, kissed the grave, and put the flowers upon the center. A prayer was spoken, and the leader returned._ _When Radesh entered the vehicle once more, Cero seemed rather concerned._ "Are you alright commander?" _He was slow to respond, his hard breathing muffling his words before he gave a small nod. It took a little longer, but he wiped his face clean with his sleeve and spoke with a rasp voice._ "Yes... I... I'll be fine. Memories... That's all they are... memories... Elena are... Are you ready to go?"
> [{quoted}](name=Sariran,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=gGrhUxOt,comment-id=03f60000000000000000000000000000000000010000000000000034,timestamp=2018-09-23T01:14:25.127+0000) > > > https://youtu.be/mvnTZJ_mtYk _Franez would nod to Elena, smiling softly again as Elena presented herself with a different expression. He nodded, showing no ill feelings toward Elena._ "Very well... I understand how you feel, now. I know you'll act how you wish. For Lisra's sake... and for us who remain... Keep calm when you press forward. I cannot say I approve when you march at your own pace, but you do not tend to the flock. Take care of my precious sister." "So...?" _Lisra asked, still looking at Franez for approval as if she didn't hear it._ "As I have stated to you and the many warriors who have left this place... I cannot hold you back. If you wish to depart on your own then it is your right to leave the church. I have taught you much and I can teach you more. Never be afraid to come back home if you want to..." _The man would close his eyes, exhaling blessings upon Lisra who gasped as her eyes glowed with energy. Lifting up into the air from his sheer power she would turn into a blinding white, glowing in air before the brightness died down. When she landed the light fade from her, breathing heavily at first as she fell to her knees and grasped at his feet._ _Lisra's robes were replaced with armor with pearl trimming and clean clothing, a ring upon her index, and a book in her arms with a blade at her sheath. Even in the center of her chest, glowing through the clothing and armor was the symbol of their church engraved in a painless tattoo. Although, once the light faded so too did this_ "By the blessings of Egranav I make you an Exemplar of Egranav. May you live to serve the light for as long as you live." _As the woman looked up, Franez knelt, placing a hat upon her head._ "It may be early, but I now promote you to bishop and inquisitor." _With a hand placed upon her head a crown of service would form upon her head, the hat being grabbed by it and securing tightly with the symbol of both engraved within the center stone. This was all, much to handle... The woman was in a euphoric state from the feeling of blessings flowing through her body to the point where she couldn't even stand but tears still formed as her dreams were being fulfilled. To help, Franez picked up and carried his now medium armored cleric._ "There is much she will have to practice, but... I trust you Elena. To help you on your journey, I can provide you with a horse, just as I will with Lisra. Tell me of anything I can supply you with and I will do my best to help. Also, she'll be the only one able to remove these items from her. They are soul bound. Once she removes them anyone can touch them, so do take care in making she she is careful with what she has been given. It is all in her book as well as new spells for her to practice."
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: > [{quoted}](name=Sun Fishbird,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=gGrhUxOt,comment-id=03f600000000000000000000000000000000000100000000,timestamp=2017-07-19T01:21:22.085+0000) > "I understand. I wouldn't be telling you as much as I had if I didn't feel I couldn't trust you with that information. I don't mean to try and guilt trip you either, that is something I want made clear. I am telling you of the past and the fallen not because I am desperately trying to persuade you, but because I want you to know what the resistance has lost. We've done all we can and for so many to die for nothing is something that I can't be proud of. I just want this to end. You will be given freedom to heal and speak as you wish. You are not a tool for free use. Speak if that is what you wish. Remain silent if it is in your best interests. Politics is an ugly thing and I know what it is like to be caught in the middle of a freshly brewed mess. I've known it all too well ever since I was made leader of the resistance." _Radesh would extend his hand to her, a faint smile on his lips._ "I'm sorry that I got us off track, but I'm sure you know just as well as I that any body of government must be united if it expects to accomplish anything. I have sacrificed much to get the resistance where it is today. I don't plan on letting all of our work go to waste. It is insanity but one faction wants to stay in this hell of a place. The Black Stinger. Our long time rivals and enemies to freedom. As long as strife is existent in the Hollowing Grounds they get to have all the mercenary work they want. King, Leader of the Black Crown sub faction, is a very powerful man. He's also our enemy. He is a monarch as you could imagine, but he is absolute. He wants people to stay just as the Black Stinger does so he can control the flow of resources and open up opportunities with the warden... Prisoners creating prisoners..." _After further travel Radesh would eventually stop the cart and would sigh, stepping out for a moment to open up a compartment on the side of the vehicle. Out came flowers of many colors and with it came a grip of sorrow on the bouquet. Walking back to Elena he would give her notification before leaving._ "I... I need to visit some old friends. I will return in a few. After this we'll go to one of our infirmaries." _Radesh walked down a long corridor beyond the door which kept it sealed. Two soldiers saluted their commander as he passed, emotions sealed behind rigid eyes. A final door opened by hand which lead to the thousands of tombstones lined up with the tomb of Emna resting at the very back. A long salute came from Radesh, tears forming in his eyes as one by one the dead faded into view. Each one wore a smile as he passed by them and gave their shouts accordingly. "Good to see you, sir" accompanying every one of them as he came closer and closer to Emna who awaited him with hands behind her back and a smile burning through his heart._ _He would hand her the flowers, a hug between the two transpiring." "I'm sorry..." "You don't have to apologize anymore, Rae. It's almost over." "It can't end soon enough, Emna... What if I get this woman killed?" "Elena will be fine... All you have to do is make sure that you lead. Do not doubt yourself." "My party dwindles every day... but if you believe I am on the right track..." "Don't wait for my beliefs. Believe in what you think is right. Do it so that this will never happen again." _Emna would salute with that familiar smile, the wrinkles from stress showing in her wide welcoming. Radesh followed suit, a more serious expression as he looked her in the eyes and felt weak from the stress that was building up from within. However, before he could lower his arm with hers coming down his eyes widened from the sudden collapse of Emna, the wound in her stomach forming again._ "Emna!" _The man slammed himself to the ground, holding her tightly against himself as he leaned against the wall, the gasping woman clutching his arm and the screams of the soldiers shaking Radesh greatly. The thousands of soldiers before him violently took wounds that were not present before and each fell down in violent ways all too familiar to what he remembered. The screams for help... The plea for life... Radesh closed his eyes and soon found himself standing in front of Emna's tomb. Sweat poured down the sides of his forehead with tears accompanying them. He walked over to the side of the tomb, kissed the grave, and put the flowers upon the center. A prayer was spoken, and the leader returned._ _When Radesh entered the vehicle once more, Cero seemed rather concerned._ "Are you alright commander?" _He was slow to respond, his hard breathing muffling his words before he gave a small nod. It took a little longer, but he wiped his face clean with his sleeve and spoke with a rasp voice._ "Yes... I... I'll be fine. Memories... That's all they are... memories... Elena are... Are you ready to go?"
> [{quoted}](name=Sariran,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=gGrhUxOt,comment-id=03f60000000000000000000000000000000000010000000000000032,timestamp=2018-09-22T17:31:45.185+0000) > > > _Of Two Shades_ "I see. Experience has taught me that acting impatiently can work, but it will be at great casualty. Even with Blackeye's death, I'm afraid there is still much risk for the church. I still respect Mer, but even if she does endow you with power, it seems as though even being her avatar has not given you wisdom. Endless assault, while effective, is costly... And if this is what is truly what I am working with then it would be a mistake for me to leave. Egranav would not want me to attack, yet. I hope for our sakes that your decisions result in the end of that black hearted fiend." _He seemed to frown for the first time in their conversation, mostly disappointed in what he had heard and seen. He wanted to help, his words backed that, but this was simply how things had to be._ _It was at this time that Lisra returned, noticing the archbishop's distress and approaching him quickly._ "Brother? Is there something wrong?" "It seems as though Mer's champion will be leaving us. It is by her wish. Prepare for service, Lisra. I would like to make sure that-" "Brother- About the service..." _Franez's expression sunk further, knowing exactly what she was getting at._ "You're going to finally do it, aren't you?" "B-brother?" _Lisra seemed quite confused, curious as to how he could read her so easily._ "I've known based on your passion that you would seek to fulfill the battle tenants of Egranav. However, I must say that it is most unwise..." "Franez= Surely we are to do more than 'build up.'" "Yes, but if we are to do this without any losses, to do it without interfering with plans set out before us, then we must not be in haste." "I...I know, brother. But my heart, my feelings, what I have seen..." _In that moment Franzen hugged his fellow sister, sighing as she slowly wrapped her arms around him._ "You know we cannot operate by emotion. It hurts me so much to know, more than any of you, the horrors of this place. I remain." _After breaking away from each other, Lisra would take the spotlight again, walking to Elena._ "Sister, can you show Franez the vision?"
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: > [{quoted}](name=Sun Fishbird,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=gGrhUxOt,comment-id=03f600000000000000000000000000000000000100000000,timestamp=2017-07-19T01:21:22.085+0000) > "I understand. I wouldn't be telling you as much as I had if I didn't feel I couldn't trust you with that information. I don't mean to try and guilt trip you either, that is something I want made clear. I am telling you of the past and the fallen not because I am desperately trying to persuade you, but because I want you to know what the resistance has lost. We've done all we can and for so many to die for nothing is something that I can't be proud of. I just want this to end. You will be given freedom to heal and speak as you wish. You are not a tool for free use. Speak if that is what you wish. Remain silent if it is in your best interests. Politics is an ugly thing and I know what it is like to be caught in the middle of a freshly brewed mess. I've known it all too well ever since I was made leader of the resistance." _Radesh would extend his hand to her, a faint smile on his lips._ "I'm sorry that I got us off track, but I'm sure you know just as well as I that any body of government must be united if it expects to accomplish anything. I have sacrificed much to get the resistance where it is today. I don't plan on letting all of our work go to waste. It is insanity but one faction wants to stay in this hell of a place. The Black Stinger. Our long time rivals and enemies to freedom. As long as strife is existent in the Hollowing Grounds they get to have all the mercenary work they want. King, Leader of the Black Crown sub faction, is a very powerful man. He's also our enemy. He is a monarch as you could imagine, but he is absolute. He wants people to stay just as the Black Stinger does so he can control the flow of resources and open up opportunities with the warden... Prisoners creating prisoners..." _After further travel Radesh would eventually stop the cart and would sigh, stepping out for a moment to open up a compartment on the side of the vehicle. Out came flowers of many colors and with it came a grip of sorrow on the bouquet. Walking back to Elena he would give her notification before leaving._ "I... I need to visit some old friends. I will return in a few. After this we'll go to one of our infirmaries." _Radesh walked down a long corridor beyond the door which kept it sealed. Two soldiers saluted their commander as he passed, emotions sealed behind rigid eyes. A final door opened by hand which lead to the thousands of tombstones lined up with the tomb of Emna resting at the very back. A long salute came from Radesh, tears forming in his eyes as one by one the dead faded into view. Each one wore a smile as he passed by them and gave their shouts accordingly. "Good to see you, sir" accompanying every one of them as he came closer and closer to Emna who awaited him with hands behind her back and a smile burning through his heart._ _He would hand her the flowers, a hug between the two transpiring." "I'm sorry..." "You don't have to apologize anymore, Rae. It's almost over." "It can't end soon enough, Emna... What if I get this woman killed?" "Elena will be fine... All you have to do is make sure that you lead. Do not doubt yourself." "My party dwindles every day... but if you believe I am on the right track..." "Don't wait for my beliefs. Believe in what you think is right. Do it so that this will never happen again." _Emna would salute with that familiar smile, the wrinkles from stress showing in her wide welcoming. Radesh followed suit, a more serious expression as he looked her in the eyes and felt weak from the stress that was building up from within. However, before he could lower his arm with hers coming down his eyes widened from the sudden collapse of Emna, the wound in her stomach forming again._ "Emna!" _The man slammed himself to the ground, holding her tightly against himself as he leaned against the wall, the gasping woman clutching his arm and the screams of the soldiers shaking Radesh greatly. The thousands of soldiers before him violently took wounds that were not present before and each fell down in violent ways all too familiar to what he remembered. The screams for help... The plea for life... Radesh closed his eyes and soon found himself standing in front of Emna's tomb. Sweat poured down the sides of his forehead with tears accompanying them. He walked over to the side of the tomb, kissed the grave, and put the flowers upon the center. A prayer was spoken, and the leader returned._ _When Radesh entered the vehicle once more, Cero seemed rather concerned._ "Are you alright commander?" _He was slow to respond, his hard breathing muffling his words before he gave a small nod. It took a little longer, but he wiped his face clean with his sleeve and spoke with a rasp voice._ "Yes... I... I'll be fine. Memories... That's all they are... memories... Elena are... Are you ready to go?"
> [{quoted}](name=EirikaIsMyWaifu,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=gGrhUxOt,comment-id=03f60000000000000000000000000000000000010000000000000030,timestamp=2018-09-21T04:47:54.688+0000) > > > _Beset by all sides._ "All is well, Elena. It has been a very long time." _The man in contrast to Elena sat down with his body centered upon the fountain's rim, a knee upon the inner edge of the flowing water with the other leg planted firmly on the floor. He nodded to her request and listened carefully._ "Defeating evil is often difficult, but possible. The odds will always be stacked against us, but through faith we can and will prevail." _The archbishop nodded as the eventual question reared its head. He stood for this, choosing to meet her gaze as she moved._ "Tremendous energy I have, but the means by which I can act are limited. Your question tells me that Sister Lisra has not quite explained our situation. Our church, as prosperous and generous as it may be to those who are within our jurisdiction, is subjected to royal law. As it is, King has kept us hidden to the public and demilitarized. It goes against my faith to be so defenseless, but while I would try to convince him again and again I must think of my flock. Unfortunately, many of the brothers and sisters that you see are young and best versed in healing and servitude and are not yet emboldened with the fruit of their study. While I do teach them the arts of using faith for the offensive, I can only do so much without causing potential conflicts with King or even the Demon Lord, not to mention that faith is not obtained all at once. I do not fear the demon, but so long as the demon is capable of tracking our steps if we so much as cast a spell of the light I believe that at the current moment it is in our best interests to build up. It would be an utter travesty if the genocide against our people is made complete. While I would personally fight the demon alone I know that the devil is a wily one with teeth upon his tail. In short, I know I am not strong enough alone to end him. I would do much damage, but if I fell then I can only guess what King would make of this church I have guided for so long. I know it is not yet time for me to act against either. It may sound cowardly, but trust me when I say I would willingly throw my life away if it meant that the demon was dead for good and freedom was ensured to my brothers and sisters. Perhaps then we could get the freedom we deserve... yet I know it's not that simple. Even if we removed the demon, King would be at our backs. Securing our freedom means sacrificing advantages. This is an uphill battle, but it is not wise to be impatient... Yet..." _Franez paused, pondering the possibility._ " Elena, perhaps your arrival to me is a sign that it is time for me to do more than heal the masses and protect the innocent within my domain. I will... obviously need to pray about this. I can only hope that I am given the answer I hope for."
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: > [{quoted}](name=JamesIII,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=H1EAbEZ5,comment-id=001600000000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-06-27T00:16:42.166+0000) > > _A Change of Pace_ "Girly girl? What's that?" _She asked, seeming genuinely curious as she tilted her head a bit._ "I can only imagine... I've never really... been a father. I have to wonder, what is it like?" _Rodet would ask, holding his hands together while listening patiently._
> [{quoted}](name=JamesIII,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=H1EAbEZ5,comment-id=00160000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000057,timestamp=2018-08-19T20:46:23.135+0000) > > > _Children of Circumstance._ "Sounds like a lot of dedication that I'll need. Sounds comparable to a blade to a grindstone. Well, I _guess_ I'll practice. After all, I'm sure it could prove useful back home." _Oliva pondered it and thought on it further._ "Wait. Have we discovered a super weapon, Rova?" _The soldier glanced over at his peer and scoffed, simply returning his attention to watching Rodet._ "What? What's so funny?" "Don't you think that this discovery is suspiciously easy to acquire? Don't you think that if this 'magic' was a real source that could be easily replicated such as you have that empires would have made use of it?" _Oliva pondered his words, thinking in silence for a moment before looking to Robin for answers._ "Hey, is this stuff easy to teach everyone? Are only some special people able to use it?" --- "Speaking from a racial perspective he is an inferior mutt with genes that ruin the whole of the man. Perhaps that means xenophobia and racial supremacy to others but for us it is a matter of science. He is and will forever be held down by the blood within his veins. No matter what we do I believe he will always have issues with certain aspects in his life that he can never fix when speaking of probability. As much as I love Ezett I believe she shouldn't have been born. Not like this. Not to that man. Sage killed her mother in cold blood and only lived to feel true remorse about it nearly a decade later. Were it my decision I would have shot him where he stood. For a pure blooded human perhaps it is a more personal question and one that requires more examination of circumstance, but for a half blood poshni like him it means violence and doing things against the will of others is a given. We are researching to see how we can help pacify those racial traits, but as it is I believe that no matter what we do he will always feel most at home when he feels he is superior and justified for crimes against others. It's more complicated than that... His situation is complicated... I feel it is too much to explain based on what I've said so far. Not to mention that because of what Sage did... the way Ezett was born... It has caused so many medical complications and she has a disease directly because of this mixing that shouldn't have happened, but I understand why Ezett's mother did it..." _The Edel went quiet, holding Ezett even closer as she slept in her arms._ "In the end Sage is a victim of circumstance as well. His own mother was forced upon. He shouldn't have been born and neither should he have made it this far, but he survived longer than any one of his blood should have. I respect him for doing his part as a liberator and for letting Luduvika take over custody, but it doesn't make up for the fact that he will always be an active danger even against his own will. I believe only God and science can save him now."
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: > [{quoted}](name=Sun Fishbird,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=gGrhUxOt,comment-id=03f600000000000000000000000000000000000100000000,timestamp=2017-07-19T01:21:22.085+0000) > "I understand. I wouldn't be telling you as much as I had if I didn't feel I couldn't trust you with that information. I don't mean to try and guilt trip you either, that is something I want made clear. I am telling you of the past and the fallen not because I am desperately trying to persuade you, but because I want you to know what the resistance has lost. We've done all we can and for so many to die for nothing is something that I can't be proud of. I just want this to end. You will be given freedom to heal and speak as you wish. You are not a tool for free use. Speak if that is what you wish. Remain silent if it is in your best interests. Politics is an ugly thing and I know what it is like to be caught in the middle of a freshly brewed mess. I've known it all too well ever since I was made leader of the resistance." _Radesh would extend his hand to her, a faint smile on his lips._ "I'm sorry that I got us off track, but I'm sure you know just as well as I that any body of government must be united if it expects to accomplish anything. I have sacrificed much to get the resistance where it is today. I don't plan on letting all of our work go to waste. It is insanity but one faction wants to stay in this hell of a place. The Black Stinger. Our long time rivals and enemies to freedom. As long as strife is existent in the Hollowing Grounds they get to have all the mercenary work they want. King, Leader of the Black Crown sub faction, is a very powerful man. He's also our enemy. He is a monarch as you could imagine, but he is absolute. He wants people to stay just as the Black Stinger does so he can control the flow of resources and open up opportunities with the warden... Prisoners creating prisoners..." _After further travel Radesh would eventually stop the cart and would sigh, stepping out for a moment to open up a compartment on the side of the vehicle. Out came flowers of many colors and with it came a grip of sorrow on the bouquet. Walking back to Elena he would give her notification before leaving._ "I... I need to visit some old friends. I will return in a few. After this we'll go to one of our infirmaries." _Radesh walked down a long corridor beyond the door which kept it sealed. Two soldiers saluted their commander as he passed, emotions sealed behind rigid eyes. A final door opened by hand which lead to the thousands of tombstones lined up with the tomb of Emna resting at the very back. A long salute came from Radesh, tears forming in his eyes as one by one the dead faded into view. Each one wore a smile as he passed by them and gave their shouts accordingly. "Good to see you, sir" accompanying every one of them as he came closer and closer to Emna who awaited him with hands behind her back and a smile burning through his heart._ _He would hand her the flowers, a hug between the two transpiring." "I'm sorry..." "You don't have to apologize anymore, Rae. It's almost over." "It can't end soon enough, Emna... What if I get this woman killed?" "Elena will be fine... All you have to do is make sure that you lead. Do not doubt yourself." "My party dwindles every day... but if you believe I am on the right track..." "Don't wait for my beliefs. Believe in what you think is right. Do it so that this will never happen again." _Emna would salute with that familiar smile, the wrinkles from stress showing in her wide welcoming. Radesh followed suit, a more serious expression as he looked her in the eyes and felt weak from the stress that was building up from within. However, before he could lower his arm with hers coming down his eyes widened from the sudden collapse of Emna, the wound in her stomach forming again._ "Emna!" _The man slammed himself to the ground, holding her tightly against himself as he leaned against the wall, the gasping woman clutching his arm and the screams of the soldiers shaking Radesh greatly. The thousands of soldiers before him violently took wounds that were not present before and each fell down in violent ways all too familiar to what he remembered. The screams for help... The plea for life... Radesh closed his eyes and soon found himself standing in front of Emna's tomb. Sweat poured down the sides of his forehead with tears accompanying them. He walked over to the side of the tomb, kissed the grave, and put the flowers upon the center. A prayer was spoken, and the leader returned._ _When Radesh entered the vehicle once more, Cero seemed rather concerned._ "Are you alright commander?" _He was slow to respond, his hard breathing muffling his words before he gave a small nod. It took a little longer, but he wiped his face clean with his sleeve and spoke with a rasp voice._ "Yes... I... I'll be fine. Memories... That's all they are... memories... Elena are... Are you ready to go?"
> [{quoted}](name=EirikaIsMyWaifu,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=gGrhUxOt,comment-id=03f6000000000000000000000000000000000001000000000000002e,timestamp=2018-09-21T01:44:27.489+0000) > > _The Bastion By Which We Live._ _The man smiled and nodded, understanding her wishes. He took her hand with both of his and bowed his head in respect momentarily. A wild flurry of energy flowed from out of his hands without him having to do anything. It was a nice and warm feeling, however. He offered to lead her to the fountain to sit._ "I am Franez Vaullen. Would you like to sit, Elena? I can't imagine how things have been for you since those days." "What a blessing it must be to age so slowly!" _Lisra would comment, smiling at Elena as Franez placed a hand upon her shoulder._ "With prayer and study, you too can live for long." _He would move to where Elena would have liked to talk, continuing from there._ "It is true that it has been a very long time. My family was a part of the temples that used to exist in the depths of the island. I'm sure you remembered them when they served as defensive strongholds. Sadly, they've all been wiped out since. A lack of faith, doubt, fear, and overwhelming darkness. These things drove us to failure. However, I watched every battle from the safety my parents provided me before they left this mortal plane. They said that one day a child of Mer would return. A blessing it is to me that she's come so soon." _Lisra would depart for the moment, moving back to the exit with a quick farewell._ _Franez smiled as the sister left, focusing his attention back on Elena as he thought about all that had happened._ "This is the last church that stands. This is the bastion by which we live. Ask me anything and I will be sure to answer." _It was about this time that Lisra stepped at a brisk pace while she dragged Edward by his arm._ "You promised, Edward." "Right! Just- slow down!" _The flustered officer spat out, nearly tripping over himself as she took him to another hall. Franez couldn't help but smile and laugh._
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: > [{quoted}](name=Sun Fishbird,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=gGrhUxOt,comment-id=03f600000000000000000000000000000000000100000000,timestamp=2017-07-19T01:21:22.085+0000) > "I understand. I wouldn't be telling you as much as I had if I didn't feel I couldn't trust you with that information. I don't mean to try and guilt trip you either, that is something I want made clear. I am telling you of the past and the fallen not because I am desperately trying to persuade you, but because I want you to know what the resistance has lost. We've done all we can and for so many to die for nothing is something that I can't be proud of. I just want this to end. You will be given freedom to heal and speak as you wish. You are not a tool for free use. Speak if that is what you wish. Remain silent if it is in your best interests. Politics is an ugly thing and I know what it is like to be caught in the middle of a freshly brewed mess. I've known it all too well ever since I was made leader of the resistance." _Radesh would extend his hand to her, a faint smile on his lips._ "I'm sorry that I got us off track, but I'm sure you know just as well as I that any body of government must be united if it expects to accomplish anything. I have sacrificed much to get the resistance where it is today. I don't plan on letting all of our work go to waste. It is insanity but one faction wants to stay in this hell of a place. The Black Stinger. Our long time rivals and enemies to freedom. As long as strife is existent in the Hollowing Grounds they get to have all the mercenary work they want. King, Leader of the Black Crown sub faction, is a very powerful man. He's also our enemy. He is a monarch as you could imagine, but he is absolute. He wants people to stay just as the Black Stinger does so he can control the flow of resources and open up opportunities with the warden... Prisoners creating prisoners..." _After further travel Radesh would eventually stop the cart and would sigh, stepping out for a moment to open up a compartment on the side of the vehicle. Out came flowers of many colors and with it came a grip of sorrow on the bouquet. Walking back to Elena he would give her notification before leaving._ "I... I need to visit some old friends. I will return in a few. After this we'll go to one of our infirmaries." _Radesh walked down a long corridor beyond the door which kept it sealed. Two soldiers saluted their commander as he passed, emotions sealed behind rigid eyes. A final door opened by hand which lead to the thousands of tombstones lined up with the tomb of Emna resting at the very back. A long salute came from Radesh, tears forming in his eyes as one by one the dead faded into view. Each one wore a smile as he passed by them and gave their shouts accordingly. "Good to see you, sir" accompanying every one of them as he came closer and closer to Emna who awaited him with hands behind her back and a smile burning through his heart._ _He would hand her the flowers, a hug between the two transpiring." "I'm sorry..." "You don't have to apologize anymore, Rae. It's almost over." "It can't end soon enough, Emna... What if I get this woman killed?" "Elena will be fine... All you have to do is make sure that you lead. Do not doubt yourself." "My party dwindles every day... but if you believe I am on the right track..." "Don't wait for my beliefs. Believe in what you think is right. Do it so that this will never happen again." _Emna would salute with that familiar smile, the wrinkles from stress showing in her wide welcoming. Radesh followed suit, a more serious expression as he looked her in the eyes and felt weak from the stress that was building up from within. However, before he could lower his arm with hers coming down his eyes widened from the sudden collapse of Emna, the wound in her stomach forming again._ "Emna!" _The man slammed himself to the ground, holding her tightly against himself as he leaned against the wall, the gasping woman clutching his arm and the screams of the soldiers shaking Radesh greatly. The thousands of soldiers before him violently took wounds that were not present before and each fell down in violent ways all too familiar to what he remembered. The screams for help... The plea for life... Radesh closed his eyes and soon found himself standing in front of Emna's tomb. Sweat poured down the sides of his forehead with tears accompanying them. He walked over to the side of the tomb, kissed the grave, and put the flowers upon the center. A prayer was spoken, and the leader returned._ _When Radesh entered the vehicle once more, Cero seemed rather concerned._ "Are you alright commander?" _He was slow to respond, his hard breathing muffling his words before he gave a small nod. It took a little longer, but he wiped his face clean with his sleeve and spoke with a rasp voice._ "Yes... I... I'll be fine. Memories... That's all they are... memories... Elena are... Are you ready to go?"
> [{quoted}](name=EirikaIsMyWaifu,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=gGrhUxOt,comment-id=03f6000000000000000000000000000000000001000000000000002c,timestamp=2018-09-20T03:14:02.978+0000) > > _The Capital of The Black Crown_ "Have patience with Edward. He's not a very happy man. I'm sure there is a man who wants to do more behind that cold shell." _Lisra advised, giving her an endearing smile as if to give her a token of luck._ --- _Edward raised an eyebrow at the request but sighed as he took a break from having his boots leaning on the edge of the table. Sitting upright he stood up and collected his sword from the edge of the balcony._ "Let us go." _He glanced over at another officer, sighing as he finished his round of whiskey and spoke to him._ "Tell my men 'quarter four.' The lady would like to practice kneeling in front of others." "It's not proper to speak ill of the church, Edward." "Many things aren't proper, Michael. Just make sure it is done." _It was obvious that the tension between the two had grown and for security measures he grabbed two of his better shots and ordered them to follow. However, as he approached Lisra his tone shifted somewhat. He extended his hand out to her as he approached her and folded an arm behind his back._ "Sister, of how many sins will you absolve me of today?" "I need you to be sincere, Edward." _She took his hand, placing her other over it._ "Oh I always am." "Unapologetic is unbecoming of you. Must you only love your soldiers?" "They're the only family I need, sister. King be the only father I shall need also." "At least pray for once while we are at the church. For my sake?" "Well, for that gorgeous tone that you hold so softly I suppose I'll give it one prayer. Expect no more from me." "May it be enough." _She commented, feeling his hand slip away from her own as he walked past her. She closed her eyes for the moment, breathing in and exhaling quietly but with long winded motions. With a refreshed mind she smiled at Elena and offered to walk by her side as they went their way._ --- https://youtu.be/WOeYPpOblAw _The trek was quite long, the kilometers to the capital long coming, but as they were but five kilometers from the capital there came the blinding hope and shift in culture as they stepped from the darkness of the shadows... and into the life of the light._ _Sunlight shined upon where Edward's horse trotted, alongside the paved path a long stretch of flowers and life filled vegetation as far as the eye could see. The sky was a beautiful blue, the sun proudly standing at the apex of its climb. As they passed the forests and wild animals they came across the industrial capital with every common man a clean and lively splendor. Even if many a farmer and worker were still not the elite, they at least held color in their skin and fluff in their cheeks. Hard working people evidenced by their hands, but happy beyond any measure seen outside of the capital... Beyond the forests none could tell there was a plague upon the lands. A society functioning with such strength and entertainment abroad. The poorest of the poor given gold and food by nobles. Elites paying their patrons' funding for the theater and out to the shore came a very loud horn which brought attention to King's pride and joy._ _The B.C.N. Monarch. A dreadnought that coasted proudly with cannons raised high and flags raised higher. Children, men, and women came out to greet the sailors aboard with such glee. Of all classes, color, and races, they flagged down their metal champion and their champion roared another hello in response to those who came to the coast. The waters sparkled, a forever clean source devoid of junk and salt. What a smooth sailing she experienced._ "Monarch is so beautiful. Wouldn't you agree, Sister Lisra?" _He asked, regiments marching past the priestesses with smiles and offerings of water and food._ "Monarch is a fine creation, I must admit. However, I would hope she never has to fire her cannons again." "Mmm, if we could turn the rest of the island into this beauty... then perhaps we may never have to. When we control the north, east, west, and south, then I will lay down my blade. Not a moment before then." _Edward led them uphill, giving them open view to the large farms and much much gentler factories above which produced high quality materials at a much more forgiving pace with workers simply lounging about and playing with the guards. Once they reached the hill top they continued on and went down a curved trail. Before entering yet another forest they would see lines upon lines of guards as well as only the sightings of the forest being forever going and thick with wild life._ "State your business." A guard spoke, seeming unmoved even by Edward's appearance before the man let Lisra step in front of his horse._ "Prayer and provisions." "Sister Lisra... Very well." _The guard spoke, his smile beyond honored to see her face again as he stepped aside and signaled the soldiers to use magical triggers activated by medallions assigned to each of them in order. When they were done the thick forest exited from view and the hidden path was revealed. The warp which was so convincingly placed was gone revealing the open space with a dedicated graveyard to the lower ground and multiple buildings assigned to the cathedral. on the even ground. Waves of poor and sick being tended to by dozens of priests, clerics, and bishops._ "Welcome to the Black Crown Church. Cathedral Onyx." _The gothic cathedral stood proud, capable of housing thousands of people with walls so thick and a foundation so strong that it could withstand the siege of war as a castle in its own right. Lisra seemed excited, grabbing Elena's hand with glee as she spoke to the older priestess._ "Can you believe Archie helped build this place with his own hands? A king building a palace for the preacher!" "His majesty deserves better than to be addressed by his birth name." _Edward commented, giving a sigh as he lightened up._ "Still... Perhaps there is something to prayer after all..." _Edward let them enter alone, simply allowing his horse to graze as he and his men stood guard outside._ _Inside one could hear the waves of prayer and preaching from the other rooms, but at the center of the first room, praying at the fountain, was their man. He was a man of 6 feet of height, although the steps he took towards them with open arms suggested a stature of eight feet tall._"Sister! You have returned!" "Brother Franez!" _A hug would occur, the priest swinging her around once before setting her down with a laugh, both holding each other with an especially loving aura spreading out from them. If Elena could tell, his touch alone erased every trace of doubt and fear she had felt earlier. Then he came closer, pondering the new arrival._ "And who might... you be?" _He would ask, tilting his head slightly before giving a gaze of silence as if he was remembering something with a soft expression._ "Might that... be your light, Mer? Is it you, crusader?" _Franez asked softly, placing his hands out with fingers extended as it to try and touch an idol before him. However, before he extended out too far he brought his hands down to his stomach in clasped posture._ "Would you, by chance be... Ylyssa?"
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: > [{quoted}](name=Sun Fishbird,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=gGrhUxOt,comment-id=03f600000000000000000000000000000000000100000000,timestamp=2017-07-19T01:21:22.085+0000) > "I understand. I wouldn't be telling you as much as I had if I didn't feel I couldn't trust you with that information. I don't mean to try and guilt trip you either, that is something I want made clear. I am telling you of the past and the fallen not because I am desperately trying to persuade you, but because I want you to know what the resistance has lost. We've done all we can and for so many to die for nothing is something that I can't be proud of. I just want this to end. You will be given freedom to heal and speak as you wish. You are not a tool for free use. Speak if that is what you wish. Remain silent if it is in your best interests. Politics is an ugly thing and I know what it is like to be caught in the middle of a freshly brewed mess. I've known it all too well ever since I was made leader of the resistance." _Radesh would extend his hand to her, a faint smile on his lips._ "I'm sorry that I got us off track, but I'm sure you know just as well as I that any body of government must be united if it expects to accomplish anything. I have sacrificed much to get the resistance where it is today. I don't plan on letting all of our work go to waste. It is insanity but one faction wants to stay in this hell of a place. The Black Stinger. Our long time rivals and enemies to freedom. As long as strife is existent in the Hollowing Grounds they get to have all the mercenary work they want. King, Leader of the Black Crown sub faction, is a very powerful man. He's also our enemy. He is a monarch as you could imagine, but he is absolute. He wants people to stay just as the Black Stinger does so he can control the flow of resources and open up opportunities with the warden... Prisoners creating prisoners..." _After further travel Radesh would eventually stop the cart and would sigh, stepping out for a moment to open up a compartment on the side of the vehicle. Out came flowers of many colors and with it came a grip of sorrow on the bouquet. Walking back to Elena he would give her notification before leaving._ "I... I need to visit some old friends. I will return in a few. After this we'll go to one of our infirmaries." _Radesh walked down a long corridor beyond the door which kept it sealed. Two soldiers saluted their commander as he passed, emotions sealed behind rigid eyes. A final door opened by hand which lead to the thousands of tombstones lined up with the tomb of Emna resting at the very back. A long salute came from Radesh, tears forming in his eyes as one by one the dead faded into view. Each one wore a smile as he passed by them and gave their shouts accordingly. "Good to see you, sir" accompanying every one of them as he came closer and closer to Emna who awaited him with hands behind her back and a smile burning through his heart._ _He would hand her the flowers, a hug between the two transpiring." "I'm sorry..." "You don't have to apologize anymore, Rae. It's almost over." "It can't end soon enough, Emna... What if I get this woman killed?" "Elena will be fine... All you have to do is make sure that you lead. Do not doubt yourself." "My party dwindles every day... but if you believe I am on the right track..." "Don't wait for my beliefs. Believe in what you think is right. Do it so that this will never happen again." _Emna would salute with that familiar smile, the wrinkles from stress showing in her wide welcoming. Radesh followed suit, a more serious expression as he looked her in the eyes and felt weak from the stress that was building up from within. However, before he could lower his arm with hers coming down his eyes widened from the sudden collapse of Emna, the wound in her stomach forming again._ "Emna!" _The man slammed himself to the ground, holding her tightly against himself as he leaned against the wall, the gasping woman clutching his arm and the screams of the soldiers shaking Radesh greatly. The thousands of soldiers before him violently took wounds that were not present before and each fell down in violent ways all too familiar to what he remembered. The screams for help... The plea for life... Radesh closed his eyes and soon found himself standing in front of Emna's tomb. Sweat poured down the sides of his forehead with tears accompanying them. He walked over to the side of the tomb, kissed the grave, and put the flowers upon the center. A prayer was spoken, and the leader returned._ _When Radesh entered the vehicle once more, Cero seemed rather concerned._ "Are you alright commander?" _He was slow to respond, his hard breathing muffling his words before he gave a small nod. It took a little longer, but he wiped his face clean with his sleeve and spoke with a rasp voice._ "Yes... I... I'll be fine. Memories... That's all they are... memories... Elena are... Are you ready to go?"
> [{quoted}](name=EirikaIsMyWaifu,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=gGrhUxOt,comment-id=03f6000000000000000000000000000000000001000000000000002a,timestamp=2018-09-19T19:37:20.139+0000) > > > _Lisra did not have quarrel, but that vision... She was disturbed upon seeing it, looking behind her in disbelief momentarily she gasped and seemed partially deterred from her mission. She went quiet. Thoughts swirled with doubt and fear conflicting with her passion and drive. The storm cleared again, the woman tightly gripping her hands together. It was clear that she was still young and afraid, but her spirit allowed her to move in this fear. She came a small step closer to Elena._ "Perhaps... Brother Franez has claimed to have seen something like this before...To think that such a thing exists! Not that I doubt our brother, but it seemed so surreal. Priestess, will you accompany me to visit the church? I must speak with Franez. I still want to carry out my mission but... Maybe it is too early. Maybe I need to pray for more favor."
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: > [{quoted}](name=Sun Fishbird,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=gGrhUxOt,comment-id=03f600000000000000000000000000000000000100000000,timestamp=2017-07-19T01:21:22.085+0000) > "I understand. I wouldn't be telling you as much as I had if I didn't feel I couldn't trust you with that information. I don't mean to try and guilt trip you either, that is something I want made clear. I am telling you of the past and the fallen not because I am desperately trying to persuade you, but because I want you to know what the resistance has lost. We've done all we can and for so many to die for nothing is something that I can't be proud of. I just want this to end. You will be given freedom to heal and speak as you wish. You are not a tool for free use. Speak if that is what you wish. Remain silent if it is in your best interests. Politics is an ugly thing and I know what it is like to be caught in the middle of a freshly brewed mess. I've known it all too well ever since I was made leader of the resistance." _Radesh would extend his hand to her, a faint smile on his lips._ "I'm sorry that I got us off track, but I'm sure you know just as well as I that any body of government must be united if it expects to accomplish anything. I have sacrificed much to get the resistance where it is today. I don't plan on letting all of our work go to waste. It is insanity but one faction wants to stay in this hell of a place. The Black Stinger. Our long time rivals and enemies to freedom. As long as strife is existent in the Hollowing Grounds they get to have all the mercenary work they want. King, Leader of the Black Crown sub faction, is a very powerful man. He's also our enemy. He is a monarch as you could imagine, but he is absolute. He wants people to stay just as the Black Stinger does so he can control the flow of resources and open up opportunities with the warden... Prisoners creating prisoners..." _After further travel Radesh would eventually stop the cart and would sigh, stepping out for a moment to open up a compartment on the side of the vehicle. Out came flowers of many colors and with it came a grip of sorrow on the bouquet. Walking back to Elena he would give her notification before leaving._ "I... I need to visit some old friends. I will return in a few. After this we'll go to one of our infirmaries." _Radesh walked down a long corridor beyond the door which kept it sealed. Two soldiers saluted their commander as he passed, emotions sealed behind rigid eyes. A final door opened by hand which lead to the thousands of tombstones lined up with the tomb of Emna resting at the very back. A long salute came from Radesh, tears forming in his eyes as one by one the dead faded into view. Each one wore a smile as he passed by them and gave their shouts accordingly. "Good to see you, sir" accompanying every one of them as he came closer and closer to Emna who awaited him with hands behind her back and a smile burning through his heart._ _He would hand her the flowers, a hug between the two transpiring." "I'm sorry..." "You don't have to apologize anymore, Rae. It's almost over." "It can't end soon enough, Emna... What if I get this woman killed?" "Elena will be fine... All you have to do is make sure that you lead. Do not doubt yourself." "My party dwindles every day... but if you believe I am on the right track..." "Don't wait for my beliefs. Believe in what you think is right. Do it so that this will never happen again." _Emna would salute with that familiar smile, the wrinkles from stress showing in her wide welcoming. Radesh followed suit, a more serious expression as he looked her in the eyes and felt weak from the stress that was building up from within. However, before he could lower his arm with hers coming down his eyes widened from the sudden collapse of Emna, the wound in her stomach forming again._ "Emna!" _The man slammed himself to the ground, holding her tightly against himself as he leaned against the wall, the gasping woman clutching his arm and the screams of the soldiers shaking Radesh greatly. The thousands of soldiers before him violently took wounds that were not present before and each fell down in violent ways all too familiar to what he remembered. The screams for help... The plea for life... Radesh closed his eyes and soon found himself standing in front of Emna's tomb. Sweat poured down the sides of his forehead with tears accompanying them. He walked over to the side of the tomb, kissed the grave, and put the flowers upon the center. A prayer was spoken, and the leader returned._ _When Radesh entered the vehicle once more, Cero seemed rather concerned._ "Are you alright commander?" _He was slow to respond, his hard breathing muffling his words before he gave a small nod. It took a little longer, but he wiped his face clean with his sleeve and spoke with a rasp voice._ "Yes... I... I'll be fine. Memories... That's all they are... memories... Elena are... Are you ready to go?"
> [{quoted}](name=EirikaIsMyWaifu,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=gGrhUxOt,comment-id=03f60000000000000000000000000000000000010000000000000028,timestamp=2018-09-18T17:33:18.842+0000) > > > _The Demon and The King_ _Lisra showed no ill intentions, of course, compassion and determination seeming to mostly make up her spirit so it seemed. When asked about her speech she nodded, but finished cleaning the man before putting her tools off to the side and matching her eye to eye to explain with focus. There was disappointment in her voice._ "Yes. Things were not always this way. King, as he is known, was always an expansionist. He viewed himself as the monarch of every meter this place had to offer. While I don't agree with grand scale conquest, I understood his heart. Behind every backstabbing and spying there was a man who held passion for his people. Quite often in his territories he would stop what he was doing to help villagers, ask how afraid people of conquered provinces were, he helped even in labor work. However, now that his empire is large and it has attracted the attention of the other factions he is trying to hold things together. Kavranagda..." _She squinted, gripping her medallion and sighing as she continued, seeming to bleed a drop of sweat with a very light shake._ "King expected no less from the Demon Lord than a battle, but instead... After preparing for a war King... My friend, Archie, made a deal with him... In return for peace between them Archie was to do whatever favor the Kavranagda asked any time he asked... Even if it was something as simple as three pieces of metal.. Something changed about... And that woman, Feather... I don't know what... I..." _She shook a bit more, remembering the voice of the demon and feeling as though Decius' grip was upon her shoulder. She had to close her eyes and pray in silence, glowing slightly before exhaling and regaining some confidence._ "To get to the point, King is paranoid. Even if he may appear to be the embodiment of power to thousands he is still a man. He is a man living under constant fear that one day his kingdom will come undone. As such, he has even introduced slavery wide scale in many outer provinces such as this one as well as using dark arts to secure territories. He has many enemies so every day it is a battle for resources and training his regiments. He once entertained the idea of diplomacy, but now it seems like all he is interested in is war. I fear it has consumed much of the man I used to know. Seven years of friendship and he trusts not in us to be enough... The capital is the most peaceful place I know with many rights and abolished slavery. We even have our church on display there. If I can't reason with my old friend then I have decided I will take action directly. I know not who Mer is, but I ask that she help me in my journey. I will challenge the Kavrana-" _In a flash things suddenly became cold and a black and white shift overtook the room with inverted colors taking hold of Lisra. An apple a soldier had tossed up was frozen in air, his hand held still. From behind her appeared a copy of Elena, smiling with blood splashed across her face and dead black eyes._ "And when she does, she will die." _She spoke with a distorted voice, developing a smile not through the moving of muscles, but by unnaturally tearing from the corners of her lips to the cheek of her bones. In another flash, everything was back to normal._ "-gda. At the very least it will restore peace to his heart... And perhaps then we can restore our former glory to our beloved people." _Lisra sighed, picking up her rag and bowl with a smile._ "I'm sorry that I went on for so long. I should have been helping people." _She would state, shifting to focus on a woman before an apple came her way. She was startled for the moment when it landed in the water, the man seeming embarrassed as he gave out an apology from across the room._ "Apologies, Sister Lisra!" _He was bumped on the head by a comrade, the soldier's friends teasing him._ _Giving a sigh, she simply waved him off with a slight grin and placed the apple off to the side for the moment while she squeezed out the water from the cloth and moved to clean the face of the quiet one._ "You're looking quite beautiful today, Flora." "Thank you, Sister Lisra."
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: The Hollowing Grounds [Closed RP]
> [{quoted}](name=Krizonar,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=gGrhUxOt,comment-id=041e,timestamp=2018-09-15T03:36:45.814+0000) > > _Fellow Enthusiasts_ "It is likely that we will have differences in our production but comparisons may be in order. We are an elite unit, we make use of anything we can get our hands on as we're trained to survive in enemy backlines without any hope for resupply. That is the core of the Fallschirmjäger!" _Volkbert stated proudly, Luduvika loudly giving an excited "Jawohl!" in response._ _Standing Volkbert would walk to the table and spread his hands across it, adressing her question with Luduvika standing at attention to his side with gun held over shoulder from the waist._ "If estimations are correct then it is no more than four kilometers inland from the shore. If we can capture their industry then you give us supply for logistics. More importantly, we can create military equipment of our own from rifles to aircraft. We just need the supplies and most importantly the industrial park. If you are confident in your artillery's accuracy then surgical strikes will be more than enough with even your weakest guns. While I believe in stealth I believe that your men are afraid and lacking confidence. If they participate in the battle then this will build their confidence. With respect, It is better for us to collaborate in this way." _Luduvika naturally blushed a blue coat upon her cheeks as she rubbed the back of her head and closed her eyes in flattery._ "Frau Kommandant~ You're generous." "Kind." _The officer would smile, folding arms over one another as he leaned over the table in a more relaxed state._ "I hear you captain a ship. How is he?" "He?" _Rodet quietly asked, Luduvika responding with a nod._ "We are very fond of our weapons of war. We're quite close to them. Even my precious Frederick has a name!" _She stated, hugging her gun as if it were a friend she had not seen in years._
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: > [{quoted}](name=Sun Fishbird,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=gGrhUxOt,comment-id=03f600000000000000000000000000000000000100000000,timestamp=2017-07-19T01:21:22.085+0000) > "I understand. I wouldn't be telling you as much as I had if I didn't feel I couldn't trust you with that information. I don't mean to try and guilt trip you either, that is something I want made clear. I am telling you of the past and the fallen not because I am desperately trying to persuade you, but because I want you to know what the resistance has lost. We've done all we can and for so many to die for nothing is something that I can't be proud of. I just want this to end. You will be given freedom to heal and speak as you wish. You are not a tool for free use. Speak if that is what you wish. Remain silent if it is in your best interests. Politics is an ugly thing and I know what it is like to be caught in the middle of a freshly brewed mess. I've known it all too well ever since I was made leader of the resistance." _Radesh would extend his hand to her, a faint smile on his lips._ "I'm sorry that I got us off track, but I'm sure you know just as well as I that any body of government must be united if it expects to accomplish anything. I have sacrificed much to get the resistance where it is today. I don't plan on letting all of our work go to waste. It is insanity but one faction wants to stay in this hell of a place. The Black Stinger. Our long time rivals and enemies to freedom. As long as strife is existent in the Hollowing Grounds they get to have all the mercenary work they want. King, Leader of the Black Crown sub faction, is a very powerful man. He's also our enemy. He is a monarch as you could imagine, but he is absolute. He wants people to stay just as the Black Stinger does so he can control the flow of resources and open up opportunities with the warden... Prisoners creating prisoners..." _After further travel Radesh would eventually stop the cart and would sigh, stepping out for a moment to open up a compartment on the side of the vehicle. Out came flowers of many colors and with it came a grip of sorrow on the bouquet. Walking back to Elena he would give her notification before leaving._ "I... I need to visit some old friends. I will return in a few. After this we'll go to one of our infirmaries." _Radesh walked down a long corridor beyond the door which kept it sealed. Two soldiers saluted their commander as he passed, emotions sealed behind rigid eyes. A final door opened by hand which lead to the thousands of tombstones lined up with the tomb of Emna resting at the very back. A long salute came from Radesh, tears forming in his eyes as one by one the dead faded into view. Each one wore a smile as he passed by them and gave their shouts accordingly. "Good to see you, sir" accompanying every one of them as he came closer and closer to Emna who awaited him with hands behind her back and a smile burning through his heart._ _He would hand her the flowers, a hug between the two transpiring." "I'm sorry..." "You don't have to apologize anymore, Rae. It's almost over." "It can't end soon enough, Emna... What if I get this woman killed?" "Elena will be fine... All you have to do is make sure that you lead. Do not doubt yourself." "My party dwindles every day... but if you believe I am on the right track..." "Don't wait for my beliefs. Believe in what you think is right. Do it so that this will never happen again." _Emna would salute with that familiar smile, the wrinkles from stress showing in her wide welcoming. Radesh followed suit, a more serious expression as he looked her in the eyes and felt weak from the stress that was building up from within. However, before he could lower his arm with hers coming down his eyes widened from the sudden collapse of Emna, the wound in her stomach forming again._ "Emna!" _The man slammed himself to the ground, holding her tightly against himself as he leaned against the wall, the gasping woman clutching his arm and the screams of the soldiers shaking Radesh greatly. The thousands of soldiers before him violently took wounds that were not present before and each fell down in violent ways all too familiar to what he remembered. The screams for help... The plea for life... Radesh closed his eyes and soon found himself standing in front of Emna's tomb. Sweat poured down the sides of his forehead with tears accompanying them. He walked over to the side of the tomb, kissed the grave, and put the flowers upon the center. A prayer was spoken, and the leader returned._ _When Radesh entered the vehicle once more, Cero seemed rather concerned._ "Are you alright commander?" _He was slow to respond, his hard breathing muffling his words before he gave a small nod. It took a little longer, but he wiped his face clean with his sleeve and spoke with a rasp voice._ "Yes... I... I'll be fine. Memories... That's all they are... memories... Elena are... Are you ready to go?"
> [{quoted}](name=EirikaIsMyWaifu,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=gGrhUxOt,comment-id=03f60000000000000000000000000000000000010000000000000026,timestamp=2018-09-17T04:09:08.118+0000) > > > _Two of Faith_ _Edward seemed none too impressed and internally felt more disgust at this woman who he believed must have been birthed in some idealistic slum where the weak fisted nobles spoke of those worthless ideals about freedom and kinship for all. It reflected in his ever colder eyes but he made no indication of ill will outside of it. He was an officer, after all. Her inability to even wait beyond her words only solidified his dislike for the woman. Ordering his alcohol he left her to dine with the meager as he too had not the time to argue._ _Lisra was taken by surprise by the new voice, her preaching toned down momentarily as she heeded her words and resumed her talk about releasing the slaves and making them citizens as well as discouraging others from practicing the dark arts. Her words, at the very least, seemed to catch the attention of the younger men, but the look of a few gave her an internal disgust for paying attention to their own interests. Still, she came down the stairs after a few minutes with a red face that cooled down back to a neutral, yet humble look with both hands held together at the stomach. She approached Elena determined to learn more about her, The closer she got the more that humble look was filled with a warmhearted smile and life breathing eyes. Expression gleamed and the presence of them both seemed to make the common folk all the more joy filled. While the Black Crown clerics were loved by the common folk and respected by the officials, the presence of more than one cleric was an overwhelming privilege for a clergy spread so thin with numbers gradually building._ "Priestess? I am Sister Lisra of the Black Crown. By what name shall I know you?" _She would ask, taking a rag and dipping it into a bowl of water before cleaning off the dirt coated face of a young man passed out from labor and alcohol._
: > [{quoted}](name=CFProxy,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=QF6lhEEt,comment-id=001d0000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-09-15T21:05:17.802+0000) > > Yeet The blonde bartender would begin to move as the other blonde began to speak, crouching down and putting up some supplies, namely some citrus, mints, bottles, cups, and a small bowl that looked like it contained white sugar onto the table. While the other spoke, she would first lightly rub a lime on the table surface, before cutting it up into wedges. In a tall glass, she would deposit the sugar, a good few wedges of lime, and mint. With a small glow, a small, but long tool would appear on the bartender's hand, which she used to muddle the ingredients in the glass. "Well, there's always killing a deity, taking their divinity, achieving apotheosis, then sharing the power with him." The bartender would stop muddling, putting away the tool into seemingly nothing. She would put her hand just above the rim of the glass, then the glass would fill with rough ice cubes. "But, that's probably not an option, and I don't think that's how it works here." She would grab the bottles and fill the glass with a significant fills of three different liquids, two clear, and one orange. "Honestly, if you're not going to find a way to fix him from dying, you should simply steel your heart and know that the passing of a single person is not the end of the world." The bartender would shove a mixing glass onto the glass with all the ingredients, slapping it down to make sure it was sealed properly. "It is okay to mourn, to feel sadness, but to be hindered by a loss would be the last thing your loved ones and friends would want." She would begin to shake the two connected glasses rigorously, going for a few dozen, extended seconds. "Just learn to have some fun, and that you can't always succeed. Also, get hitched with someone, that helps a lot." She would remove the mixing glass, then pour it onto a clean, clear, tall glass and place a straw into it. She would push the glass towards the other blonde while cleaning up. "On the house. Drink a few of those and you'll be smashed to high heavens and have a godawful hangover the next day."
> [{quoted}](name=WhatisaProfanity,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=QF6lhEEt,comment-id=001d00000000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-09-17T04:58:01.811+0000) > > > Twilight Elf _Whisp seemed quiet through it all, although by the end her worried look just seemed a more exhausted expression as she slowly took the glass and gently gripped the straw. She sighed briefly, reflecting on the chaos of her adventures. She began to speak before being interrupted by the sounds of Rodet being tickled up against the counter which lead to both of the other members laughing as they fought to trigger their sensitive spots on the counter for a moment before falling to the floor. She watched them for a moment, smiling at their innocent fun before looking back to Tear._ "Well, I don't really know where to start regarding immortal-" _As the doors slammed open Nyvorlas rushed through wearing some Victorian get up. He rushed his way to the back._ "I'll be a moment, Tear!" _The elf roared before vanishing._ _Blinking again Whisp breathed in and continued._ "I don't know how to become immortal and I don't know if even Master Nyvorlas would share that kind of information. I'd love to have children one day but I don't know who to even marry but... fun? I could try that, I suppose... You said two of them?" _She would ask, taking a sip before coughing a little bit and placing her hand against her chest as if to push the alcohol back down. After a brief pause she breathed in and began sucking harshly on the straw, causing it to fold inward frequently as she tried to slam it down with it tasting better with every push and the smell of the drink penetrating her nostrils by the second._
: > [{quoted}](name=CFProxy,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=QF6lhEEt,comment-id=001d00000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-05-06T18:02:02.108+0000) > > Da Bois The bartender looked on slightly off to the side of them, her attention obviously not on them. Her expression would change slightly, from one of light disinterest to one of slight worry, then back to neutral. Snapping her finger, a translucent crystal orb would appear in her hand. Holding it up to her face, she would begin to quickly yet quietly speak into it in yet another foreign language. Finishing off the supposed conversation in half a dozen seconds, she would unsummon the orb with a troubled face and a sigh. The blonde would close her eyes for two seconds, before opening them again. She would then return her attention to her patrons. Hearing Whisp speak, she would shift her attention over to solely her. The woman's eyes would look as they've regained absolute focus - though it turned them unnerving at the same time. Her piercing gaze turned nearly probing, as if she was sizing up the other woman. Before anything, however, she would speak. "Then, speak. I have time, and so do you."
> [{quoted}](name=WhatisaProfanity,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=QF6lhEEt,comment-id=001d000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-05-22T01:54:08.639+0000) > > Late as heck reply "I've been quite curious of what I'll do once Claine is gone. While the man has driven me crazy in the past he has also been quite the help to me in times past. I value his friendship and his loyalty to me but he's very distraught about things he doesn't always feel comfortable talking about. I think that something other than age is killing him beyond his prime as I've met other humans who live past 40. We were tasked with looking for something to help end a three way war and restore harmony to humans and elves but after all of our adventures I can't feel as though we've gotten nowhere and Claine may be out of time. If you were in my position, sister, what would you do?"
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: > [{quoted}](name=Sun Fishbird,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=gGrhUxOt,comment-id=03f600000000000000000000000000000000000100000000,timestamp=2017-07-19T01:21:22.085+0000) > "I understand. I wouldn't be telling you as much as I had if I didn't feel I couldn't trust you with that information. I don't mean to try and guilt trip you either, that is something I want made clear. I am telling you of the past and the fallen not because I am desperately trying to persuade you, but because I want you to know what the resistance has lost. We've done all we can and for so many to die for nothing is something that I can't be proud of. I just want this to end. You will be given freedom to heal and speak as you wish. You are not a tool for free use. Speak if that is what you wish. Remain silent if it is in your best interests. Politics is an ugly thing and I know what it is like to be caught in the middle of a freshly brewed mess. I've known it all too well ever since I was made leader of the resistance." _Radesh would extend his hand to her, a faint smile on his lips._ "I'm sorry that I got us off track, but I'm sure you know just as well as I that any body of government must be united if it expects to accomplish anything. I have sacrificed much to get the resistance where it is today. I don't plan on letting all of our work go to waste. It is insanity but one faction wants to stay in this hell of a place. The Black Stinger. Our long time rivals and enemies to freedom. As long as strife is existent in the Hollowing Grounds they get to have all the mercenary work they want. King, Leader of the Black Crown sub faction, is a very powerful man. He's also our enemy. He is a monarch as you could imagine, but he is absolute. He wants people to stay just as the Black Stinger does so he can control the flow of resources and open up opportunities with the warden... Prisoners creating prisoners..." _After further travel Radesh would eventually stop the cart and would sigh, stepping out for a moment to open up a compartment on the side of the vehicle. Out came flowers of many colors and with it came a grip of sorrow on the bouquet. Walking back to Elena he would give her notification before leaving._ "I... I need to visit some old friends. I will return in a few. After this we'll go to one of our infirmaries." _Radesh walked down a long corridor beyond the door which kept it sealed. Two soldiers saluted their commander as he passed, emotions sealed behind rigid eyes. A final door opened by hand which lead to the thousands of tombstones lined up with the tomb of Emna resting at the very back. A long salute came from Radesh, tears forming in his eyes as one by one the dead faded into view. Each one wore a smile as he passed by them and gave their shouts accordingly. "Good to see you, sir" accompanying every one of them as he came closer and closer to Emna who awaited him with hands behind her back and a smile burning through his heart._ _He would hand her the flowers, a hug between the two transpiring." "I'm sorry..." "You don't have to apologize anymore, Rae. It's almost over." "It can't end soon enough, Emna... What if I get this woman killed?" "Elena will be fine... All you have to do is make sure that you lead. Do not doubt yourself." "My party dwindles every day... but if you believe I am on the right track..." "Don't wait for my beliefs. Believe in what you think is right. Do it so that this will never happen again." _Emna would salute with that familiar smile, the wrinkles from stress showing in her wide welcoming. Radesh followed suit, a more serious expression as he looked her in the eyes and felt weak from the stress that was building up from within. However, before he could lower his arm with hers coming down his eyes widened from the sudden collapse of Emna, the wound in her stomach forming again._ "Emna!" _The man slammed himself to the ground, holding her tightly against himself as he leaned against the wall, the gasping woman clutching his arm and the screams of the soldiers shaking Radesh greatly. The thousands of soldiers before him violently took wounds that were not present before and each fell down in violent ways all too familiar to what he remembered. The screams for help... The plea for life... Radesh closed his eyes and soon found himself standing in front of Emna's tomb. Sweat poured down the sides of his forehead with tears accompanying them. He walked over to the side of the tomb, kissed the grave, and put the flowers upon the center. A prayer was spoken, and the leader returned._ _When Radesh entered the vehicle once more, Cero seemed rather concerned._ "Are you alright commander?" _He was slow to respond, his hard breathing muffling his words before he gave a small nod. It took a little longer, but he wiped his face clean with his sleeve and spoke with a rasp voice._ "Yes... I... I'll be fine. Memories... That's all they are... memories... Elena are... Are you ready to go?"
> [{quoted}](name=EirikaIsMyWaifu,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=gGrhUxOt,comment-id=03f60000000000000000000000000000000000010000000000000024,timestamp=2018-08-15T00:26:03.351+0000) > >Elena _The man had given her a questioning look before simply smiling on his way out. Edward, who understood the reasoning, simply focused on what was important to him at the time and gave a peace filled, "come." Before offering his arm to her in an interwoven walk inside of the canteen. He wouldn't have been void of joy if she rejected him, part of him expected that but she was a Demacian noble. It was the least he could offer her._ _Once inside they would walk down the middle where many a few bar maidens seemed to uplift the spirits of wary workers within the wooden establishment with metal casting and floors. Dancing and drinking with violin and cello in harmony. The rise of a trumpet making its way as the song commanded of it and the divisions of the canteen established by the sections by which it operated. The first third held the poorest of men, seeming to provide the cheapest of alcohol and free food that was expected of the worker. The second third was a little more equipped and much more clean comparatively to the first third as well as having a rugged floor over the metal. Workers with badges upon their cloth and travelers who were interested in the area. In the last and highest elevated of the first floor was the final third with soldiers and few officials and a man in chains who rose upon Edward's arrival with a most feral appearance covered by the cloth of the folk so as to make him more "proper" with a robe of blankets._ "By the divines... no... Zowinailo..." _Axel groaned, his spirit falling with the sight of the man locked in place._ "Edward." "Savage." "No need for that. My rivalry with you ends today. I will give up my struggle. We need not more of our own to needlessly die to that whirling devil wind you command." "And what of your brother?" "He still fights on." "Help us capture him and we will ensure no more blood shed is shared between us." _Although the taller man agreed, in his heart he was sunken. He gave a sigh and extended his hand._ "If it means that my people may live, then so be it." "You'll soon see that life under our rule is much better than the clan wars of yore." _With the shake he led Elena towards the stairs, listening the to sounds of a woman protesting something up above._ "Your word is all I can trust. I fear it is not enough, but what other choice have I?" _Zowin asked, sitting down with Axel chained nearby by Edward's men._ _Ignoring Zowin, Edward gave Elena another look._ "We'll be joining the officers and nobles. From the sounds of things Sister Lisra is preaching something. Perhaps you'd do fine to learn of her personally. Or would you rather dine with the common folk, my lady?"
: > [{quoted}](name=CFProxy,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=H1EAbEZ5,comment-id=0024000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-09-07T20:42:06.754+0000) > > Proxy I am sorry for not explaining things. I was selfish for making a rash decision after getting hurt and not thinking how it would be interpreted. I don't think you're malicious. And I didn't think that when I wrote the post. It did feel disrespectful to me after I'd asked to communicate off boards to discuss what direction their story would take; I'm not saying you intended disrespect. At the time, it felt like you didn't respect the serious tone of the RP. In retrospect, though, I think I let my emotions color my views, especially since I've never once seen you be disrespectful to even the tone of other RPs. So I'm also sorry for that assumption on my part. Janna, according to my headcanon (which I arrived at after thinking a lot about the current lore and then did more in depth reading), has some substantial challenges with anxiety and of letting go of her mistakes. She was scared of opening up to anyone; in Zaun, because she remained professional with her followers, she wasn't at risk of getting hurt. Despite the interactions she's witnessed in countless humans, she's incredibly awkward when things get personal for her, because she can't slide into her established persona that she dons for her work as a goddess of wind. She was confused and shocked at the behavior of the two who came into the scene, and the comical display struck her as... suspicious. It's easier for an anxious person, when encountering something completely contrary to their expectations, to think, "I've got the whole situation wrong, not just the one weird aspect of it" and find some way out. If she hadn't been in such an emotionally vulnerable state, and if she were in control of her faculties and not inebriated, I don't think she would've responded by fleeing. She was also mortified at the exclamation of the first woman, since she would never have done more than kiss someone in public (and was likely to also be embarrassed about kissing Omred later after she sobered up, if other events hadn't interrupted the scene). The heart of the tempest is, unfortunately, tempestuous at times. And can jump to rash conclusions. I wasn't expecting any sort of romantic RP scenario, but I need to play out my characters as accurately as I can, based on how I understand their world view and emotional state. And so, just as you were playing Omred as accurate to him, we got into a situation that I think neither of us was entirely comfortable with. Don't get me wrong - the RP was exciting because it gave me a chance to explore just how she reacted to situations I couldn't have foreseen, even though it might not have looked like much to other beachgoers. And your writing has been beautiful. The situation also scared me to death. It's unfamiliar ground, and with someone I don't have communication with outside of this thread. When you opted not to discuss the story direction outside of the boards and instead changed the tone without talking to me, I felt hurt. I also put way too much emotional investment in the characters I write about. I get hurt about things that shouldn't bother me. That's my issue, not anyone else's. I tend to respond to that by making sure I don't leave vulnerable characters in situations that they can't handle. If a character is emotionally strong and is rebuffed or anything else, it's not an issue to me. But if they're suddenly defenseless and feel betrayed (even though I as the RPer know it wasn't Omred's intent), it's... difficult for me to swallow. I wasn't using you as an excuse. I have a lot of plans for the Zaun mystery as it unfolds. And it made me extremely sad to toss them aside. The only reason I did that was because... my emotional overreaction to a post that I misinterpreted as disrespectful... was louder to me than the pain of letting go of an RP for which I had elaborate plans (and maps and sketches and timelines). And I understand why it came off the way that it did to you. That was my fault for leaving without saying anything. Generally in my life, when I encounter something that hurts, I figure it means I have a lesson I need to learn. And I took the hurt from the post as evidence that I needed to learn where I don't belong. I really enjoy storytelling. I get extremely passionate about it, and get immersed in the details while still planning out countless potential story arcs that might follow the next interaction. But with that, I think... comes too much emotional investment on my part. I don't know how to turn that off, even though it's easy for others. My limitations regarding RP might not be what you're used to seeing in RPers, but they're still my limitations, and still very real. I get scared and I get hurt, and I think that trait isn't really good for most roleplay, even though I have an easy time connecting with a character's motivations and conveying some realism in my posts. Knowing how stupid it is for me to cry every time one of my characters cries... doesn't make it easier for me to avoid, unfortunately. The thing that most RPers take for granted and find easy - maintaining a healthy distance from their own characters - isn't something I've figured out how to do yet. And I feel embarrassed about that. I guess I might have a bit of anxiety, too, although hopefully not as much as my rendition of Janna does. I get hurt and scared and then ashamed and want to retreat into safety, even though it means giving up something I was really enjoying.
> [{quoted}](name=Zephyr of Zaun,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=H1EAbEZ5,comment-id=00240000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-09-07T22:12:52.277+0000) > I see. I had taken your post regarding what we would do as though you thought I had nothing planned and I am mostly used to driving the story because others often do not. I've been a DM for quite a while and I am more or less the designated narrator so to speak. I move things along and give them purpose as well as try to give my characters a sense of realism even if it might not be what I would do or how I would react. I didn't know that you took this as personal disrespect, there are just things I'm used to. I'm also used to people trying to use me or being insincere so when this post arrived to my door I was a bit upset. When you left that became more anger filled than anything. In truth, I should have taken the communication when I had the chance, but this was something that was a product of thoughts on both of our ends. I thank you for complimenting me and I thank you for rping with me as well. Even as long as it took me to post on average I still had fun with it and I had plans for progressing it further. At the very least I got an answer and that's all I really wanted. I just wanted to know why. As far as getting deeply immersed... We'll I've been in that situation before, especially with something I love too much and become too fond of. I've since become more detached from that but I remember the times when I wasn't. I don't know what you plan to do now, but if you want to talk further then you can always find me on the public discord we have. I too draw up maps, timelines, and generally do a lot of prep for rping for threads I am involved in. Who knows, maybe I could lend a hand.
: > [{quoted}](name=CFProxy,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=H1EAbEZ5,comment-id=00240000000000000000,timestamp=2018-09-07T10:00:27.788+0000) > > [It would've been nice to know that you had plans of this sort beforehand so I could've come up with an interruption that didn't leave Janna humiliated immediately after she let down her guard for the first time. There are other ways to prevent veering into inappropriate territory. Lesson learned. I know now to avoid RP that leaves one of my characters in an emotionally vulnerable state if I don't already have communication with the other RPer.] Janna was startled out of her haze by an act of violence, and then another one. She'd been sitting on the blanket due to extreme dizziness, and now looked up at the cartoonish acts with extreme confusion. The man to whom she'd divulged her deep fears and insecurities... didn't seem surprised at all by the intrusion. Had he... planned this? Was the flirting and conversation just done for the entertainment and amusement of others? Her throat ached as realization slowly dawned. Janna could already imagine the raucous laughter that must be echoing through the hall of smaller gods right now at the scene. At her humiliation. She'd been too anxious in her line of work as events in Zaun had progressed. As the risks to the larger population had increased, so had her fear of messing up in a way that would either harm others or prevent her from keeping them safe. The vacation she'd been urged to go on was... supposed to help her get a better handle on things so that she wouldn't break. She was supposed to learn how to lower her guard. Her eyes stung as she looked up at the man she'd thought... she was getting to know. Janna realized how stupid she'd been. *Don't get close to mortals. Don't let your guard down. Don't trust, don't expect anything.* Meanwhile, the incidents of the black ooze were worsening in Zaun. She'd been wasting her energies in a faraway place because she'd been too inept at handling the increasing pressure and foolish to understand what people are like. The lesson stung. She wasn't used to such deep humiliation, because she'd never been so irresponsible as to expose internal vulnerability - and she'd done it to a stranger! "A wakeup call," she finally whispered in response to his question. "Forgive me. I'm needed elsewhere." She loosened her wristlet and dropped the pouch of coins on the blankets. They were largely from sailors ages ago, and the gold was worth far more than Zaunite cogs. They'd more than cover the blankets Omred had wasted money on. A sobering breeze cooled her reddened cheeks as she turned and rushed away from the scene. She didn't bother to walk on the overwhelmingly textured sand. Others might see her, but it didn't matter. Nothing on the beach mattered to her any more - she just needed to get away. Fast. She dissolved into a mist to clear the alcohol from her brain. It had been stupid of her to drink in the first place, she berated herself. And as a mist, she wouldn't have tears. So at least the beachgoers wouldn't witness one more of her humiliations.
> [{quoted}](name=Zephyr of Zaun,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=H1EAbEZ5,comment-id=002400000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-09-07T15:40:58.182+0000) > I'll set the record straight since you seem to be completely misunderstanding and taking everything I've done here as though it was meant in malice. When I said I had plans it was for the case when we got as far as we did. Rather than jump immediately to talking of rooms and fading to black I figured to build more character and establish more of Omred's character. The introduction of Ailiana and Alexia, both of whom were unnamed but in the previous post, was done to introduce them to the thread as well as to simply give both Janna and Omred a bit of a jump so as to give them a brief but sharp reminder of where they were. However, the introduction of such characters were not done without any purpose because I wanted to connect them to another person I have been rping with in the thread given that they know my other ocs. Anyone who knows Ailiana knows that it is entirely in character for her to disrupt someone else because of her chaotic and envious nature and her ill temper. She's malicious because of her own frustrations such as watching other couples when she struggles to even have relationships of her own because of her personality being so aggressive or circumstance ending relationships in ways that are out of her control. The reason I had this in mind was so that I could delve more into how Omred could further expand on the developing romance by giving him a clear mind since, as my many posts before this one showed, he was so entranced and stuck focusing on Janna that he could barely do anything else other than allow his mind to do much outside of day dreaming about her. His shock was essentially a wake up from that but he was so shocked by the random string of events that he hadn't the time to properly register the emotions for such a situation. He didn't have much of a reaction because his mind is still catching up to what is typically unheard of especially because he doesn't know them. Speaking on about never intending those two to get as close as they did: I meant this in good will, not to explain that I, for some reason, wanted to hurt you or Janna. Much like in your own posts I spent time focusing on his feelings and inter dialog which contradicts any idea of him planning to hurt her. He considered her the most beautiful woman he had yet seen and he had not planned anything other than trying to make a friend. What I did not anticipate was for Omred to get so close to Janna that they would have been close to lovers much like Omred never expected someone as beautiful as Janna would even want him even after buying things for her and sharing time together. It's a lot for his mind to process to not only be so close to what he considers to be the ideal woman, but to also be struck out of nowhere and be given a chocolate bar out of nowhere is just outlandish. To add on top of this he had stated that he did not often travel to the beach so it's not even an environment he's fully used to. To further add onto what's piling up on his mind you have the thoughts of war going through his mind and how he's fluctuating between going to war for the selfish narrative he seeks or remaining home just so he can live to see Janna. Every moment I spent writing about Omred was attempting to keep a genuine flow of his character and to delve into the depths of his character bit by bit with each post. What bothers me the most about all of this is that you wanted to leave after making an assumption without even waiting to see if it was truth, you took my words out of context, and you seem to think that I didn't care about rping with you when if you check my posting history you'll see that I've made time out of my days to post to you with priority over others. I enjoyed your rping style even if you claimed it was just long winded. I was willing to keep going with Omred. Regardless of what you decide to do this post is to clear up any confusion. I'll wait to hear from you, but given that you immediately gave up Janna as if this was used as a scapegoat to leave the boards then I can't even be certain that I will. I'd like you to stay, but, and I really hope I'm wrong about your motives, I do not appreciate being used as some justification to leave when you can decide for yourself when you've had enough if you take just a bit of confidence to do so. With love, Proxy.
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