<![CDATA[Antarsia - Xira]]> https://www.antarsia-rpg.com/ Thu, 16 Apr 2026 05:30:43 +0000 MyBB <![CDATA[Sinner and Sinner]]> https://www.antarsia-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=5374 Sun, 07 Jun 2020 20:33:35 +0000 https://www.antarsia-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=5374

Thread status: open
Players involved: Rare, Phessy
Characters involved: Joker, Inbis
Setting: Xira, Mystique Carnival
Time: Current, Sundown
Weather: clear, hot


The streets of Xira had long become a living monster; growing, thriving beneath the careful cultivations of countless generations. Whereas the creatures that called it home changed, Xira was constant, evolving with time, yet, immortal. To most, it was only the facade they ever witnessed; vast, gleaming towers scrapping against the heavens, lush gardens, meticulously-groomed to cater to the elite, and boutiques and sprawling marketplaces, where even the most obscure luxury could be bartered and won. Yet, as all things that grew unrelenting, there was cancer that flourished beneath the surface. It had begun in the dark and forgotten alleys of the old city, so far buried beneath the glamorous surface, it rarely saw daylight. There, where violence, crime, and madness rained.

It was a place society chose to ignore.

The sound of footsteps echoed off the dark walls, slick with the stench of mildew and old metal. There was fear in each stuttering breath, gasping as a shadowed figure tore around the claustrophobic halls. Had to escape, couldn't let them catch up. If they did... it was over. Little more then prey, the individual fled, ignoring the hollow, apathetic eyes that tracked their path. It didn't matter if they cried out for aid; none would come.

Because no one cared what happened in the dark.

A lone, bare bulb swayed on its chain and a cry rang out, the rhythmic strick of footsteps choked to a halt. They hit the ground. Groaning, their hand reflectively reached down to their calf, coming away wet, their palm black in the feeble light. "No. nononono NO!" Looking behind them, all they saw were approaching shadowed, twisted, contorted monsters. "Please...." The light swayed. The alley was empty again, a bloody stain left on the crumbling stone. Those watching from the windows turned away.

Sweet incense hung in the air, curling in salacious sweeps amongst the clustered bodies. Beneath the canvas sky, it was warm, muggy in comparison to the summer outside. A fine day in Xira, a shard of the sky above hugged in glass and shimmering light. The sun had set the gleaming city of Xira ablaze, and yet, just as swiftly, night came, a curtain drawing back, ushering in the patrons from the dark into a place of titillating light. They catered to fantasy, wove stories of illusion amongst the mundane existence of trivial gluttony. 

Pale, flat eyes of jade watched from above, breathing in smoke, his palm gliding over silk and smoothed wood. From his perch, the Joker could see them, the glazed awe, the growing lust, hands reaching to touch, lips pressing to cheek as they were tempted by exotic allure. He smiled, a sharp thing of teeth bared, and clicked his claws, and a woman came, her pale mane of blonde like fur beneath his fingers, pressing close, her soft curves stretching out across the lounging length of his body.

"Bring Inbis here. I would very so much like to talk with her before the show." Stroking her skin, marvelling at the soft silk, he pushed her away. Below, he watched the masses gaze upon exquisite jewels, lovely angel wings decadant in golden chains, shimmering scales of mermaids in their baths of crystal waters, lithe, sinuous curves of elven folk. Performers.

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Thread status: open
Players involved: Rare, Phessy
Characters involved: Joker, Inbis
Setting: Xira, Mystique Carnival
Time: Current, Sundown
Weather: clear, hot


The streets of Xira had long become a living monster; growing, thriving beneath the careful cultivations of countless generations. Whereas the creatures that called it home changed, Xira was constant, evolving with time, yet, immortal. To most, it was only the facade they ever witnessed; vast, gleaming towers scrapping against the heavens, lush gardens, meticulously-groomed to cater to the elite, and boutiques and sprawling marketplaces, where even the most obscure luxury could be bartered and won. Yet, as all things that grew unrelenting, there was cancer that flourished beneath the surface. It had begun in the dark and forgotten alleys of the old city, so far buried beneath the glamorous surface, it rarely saw daylight. There, where violence, crime, and madness rained.

It was a place society chose to ignore.

The sound of footsteps echoed off the dark walls, slick with the stench of mildew and old metal. There was fear in each stuttering breath, gasping as a shadowed figure tore around the claustrophobic halls. Had to escape, couldn't let them catch up. If they did... it was over. Little more then prey, the individual fled, ignoring the hollow, apathetic eyes that tracked their path. It didn't matter if they cried out for aid; none would come.

Because no one cared what happened in the dark.

A lone, bare bulb swayed on its chain and a cry rang out, the rhythmic strick of footsteps choked to a halt. They hit the ground. Groaning, their hand reflectively reached down to their calf, coming away wet, their palm black in the feeble light. "No. nononono NO!" Looking behind them, all they saw were approaching shadowed, twisted, contorted monsters. "Please...." The light swayed. The alley was empty again, a bloody stain left on the crumbling stone. Those watching from the windows turned away.

Sweet incense hung in the air, curling in salacious sweeps amongst the clustered bodies. Beneath the canvas sky, it was warm, muggy in comparison to the summer outside. A fine day in Xira, a shard of the sky above hugged in glass and shimmering light. The sun had set the gleaming city of Xira ablaze, and yet, just as swiftly, night came, a curtain drawing back, ushering in the patrons from the dark into a place of titillating light. They catered to fantasy, wove stories of illusion amongst the mundane existence of trivial gluttony. 

Pale, flat eyes of jade watched from above, breathing in smoke, his palm gliding over silk and smoothed wood. From his perch, the Joker could see them, the glazed awe, the growing lust, hands reaching to touch, lips pressing to cheek as they were tempted by exotic allure. He smiled, a sharp thing of teeth bared, and clicked his claws, and a woman came, her pale mane of blonde like fur beneath his fingers, pressing close, her soft curves stretching out across the lounging length of his body.

"Bring Inbis here. I would very so much like to talk with her before the show." Stroking her skin, marvelling at the soft silk, he pushed her away. Below, he watched the masses gaze upon exquisite jewels, lovely angel wings decadant in golden chains, shimmering scales of mermaids in their baths of crystal waters, lithe, sinuous curves of elven folk. Performers.

]]> <![CDATA[Tavern Night]]> https://www.antarsia-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=5361 Wed, 11 Mar 2020 18:57:16 +0000 https://www.antarsia-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=5361 Thread Status: Open
Players involved: Horvat, AcetheWolf
Characters involved: Drustan Waldhar, Nebula, Tatarus
Setting: Seliel City, Xira
Time: Sunset
Weather: Light drizzle.

In the oldest, hidden parts of the city one can find an old turquoise and jade door engraved with tableaus of long forgotten figures of yore. Behind these door lies a tavern older than the shrines. On this evening, like many, a figure stands behind the bar of this humble establishment, playing Hnefatafl by himself as he awaits a customer.

He moves a small jade figure so is flanks a tall turquoise figure with a golden crown. "Damn, the defender won." He mutters as he rests the board to play again. The light of the fire place seeming to cast many shadows, but not his.]]> Thread Status: Open
Players involved: Horvat, AcetheWolf
Characters involved: Drustan Waldhar, Nebula, Tatarus
Setting: Seliel City, Xira
Time: Sunset
Weather: Light drizzle.

In the oldest, hidden parts of the city one can find an old turquoise and jade door engraved with tableaus of long forgotten figures of yore. Behind these door lies a tavern older than the shrines. On this evening, like many, a figure stands behind the bar of this humble establishment, playing Hnefatafl by himself as he awaits a customer.

He moves a small jade figure so is flanks a tall turquoise figure with a golden crown. "Damn, the defender won." He mutters as he rests the board to play again. The light of the fire place seeming to cast many shadows, but not his.]]> <![CDATA[Eternal flame]]> https://www.antarsia-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=5349 Fri, 17 Jan 2020 00:51:11 +0000 https://www.antarsia-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=5349 Players involved: Acethewolf20
Characters involved: Tartarus
Setting: xira open desert
Time: current, afternoon
Weather: clear sunny hot day




It was a warm day as usual in the desert even as the two headed dragon took in every ray of sun light warming his scales while he shook the sand off his body the same way a dog would shake water off its fur when wet still he had to move soon as water and food was rare in this part of desert and where water was so too would food be and he would take as many animals as he could back to his dwelling before the sun went down and it got cooler something he loathed to go through even though he was normally able to make himself a fire to stave off the deserts bitter night cold from affecting him to badly when he slept. Moving the dragon made his way to the near by watering hole and waited laying down so as to disguise himself from the animals that were soon to arrive hopefully they would believe him to be a hill of sand before they arrived even as his second head kept and eye out for anyone who might try and sneak up on him.]]> Players involved: Acethewolf20
Characters involved: Tartarus
Setting: xira open desert
Time: current, afternoon
Weather: clear sunny hot day




It was a warm day as usual in the desert even as the two headed dragon took in every ray of sun light warming his scales while he shook the sand off his body the same way a dog would shake water off its fur when wet still he had to move soon as water and food was rare in this part of desert and where water was so too would food be and he would take as many animals as he could back to his dwelling before the sun went down and it got cooler something he loathed to go through even though he was normally able to make himself a fire to stave off the deserts bitter night cold from affecting him to badly when he slept. Moving the dragon made his way to the near by watering hole and waited laying down so as to disguise himself from the animals that were soon to arrive hopefully they would believe him to be a hill of sand before they arrived even as his second head kept and eye out for anyone who might try and sneak up on him.]]> <![CDATA[Xira Quests]]> https://www.antarsia-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=5298 Thu, 16 May 2019 17:48:24 +0000 https://www.antarsia-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=5298 Welcome to Xira Quests! Here you can roleplay out your quests to gain fabulous rewards!
Please fill out the below form so we know which quest you're doing:
Code:
[b]Quest Name:[/b]
[b]Quest Reward:[/b]
[b]Number of times the quest can be done:[/b]
[b]Number of times you've done the quest:[/b]

Please include this form in the first post of your quests so we can keep track of which quest you're doing!
Thank you so much and have fun!
]]> Welcome to Xira Quests! Here you can roleplay out your quests to gain fabulous rewards!
Please fill out the below form so we know which quest you're doing:
Code:
[b]Quest Name:[/b]
[b]Quest Reward:[/b]
[b]Number of times the quest can be done:[/b]
[b]Number of times you've done the quest:[/b]

Please include this form in the first post of your quests so we can keep track of which quest you're doing!
Thank you so much and have fun!
]]> <![CDATA[The Honor of Thieves]]> https://www.antarsia-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=1335 Wed, 29 Aug 2018 18:34:59 +0000 https://www.antarsia-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=1335 Thread Status:(open/closed)Players involved: Sphinx + ???
Characters involved: Imran + ???
Setting: Center of the Cutpurse Plains
Time: Current, Noon
Weather: Clear, sunny, and warm

Imran winged his way towards Seliel, admiring the open grassland and cloudless sky. Cutpurse Plains was one of the Ruhk’s favorite locations, despite its usual reputation amongst merchants. He only had to worry about bandits if they were airborne, and besides, the place had a lovely view. The gentle swaying of grasses and wildflowers looked like the waves of a strange ocean, from above.

Besides, Imran wasn’t afraid of a little thievery. He liked to make use of his trips between Seliel and Malseka by doing a little thievery himself. After all, who better to steal from than a thief? They piled up all the valuable things into one place like a dragon with its hoard. It was terribly convenient.

This high up, Imran could see many potential targets. The Ruhk’s eyes, as sharp as those of the eagle he took after, homed in on one suspicious looking group. He clapped his way to the air above them and circled like a vulture who’d spotted a carcass. In the next moment, Imran swooped down and up once more, snatching a pack straight from the back of one of the members. He really hoped these were thieves. He was pretty sure these were thieves. He clutched his spoils and angled his wings for another dive.]]> Thread Status:(open/closed)Players involved: Sphinx + ???
Characters involved: Imran + ???
Setting: Center of the Cutpurse Plains
Time: Current, Noon
Weather: Clear, sunny, and warm

Imran winged his way towards Seliel, admiring the open grassland and cloudless sky. Cutpurse Plains was one of the Ruhk’s favorite locations, despite its usual reputation amongst merchants. He only had to worry about bandits if they were airborne, and besides, the place had a lovely view. The gentle swaying of grasses and wildflowers looked like the waves of a strange ocean, from above.

Besides, Imran wasn’t afraid of a little thievery. He liked to make use of his trips between Seliel and Malseka by doing a little thievery himself. After all, who better to steal from than a thief? They piled up all the valuable things into one place like a dragon with its hoard. It was terribly convenient.

This high up, Imran could see many potential targets. The Ruhk’s eyes, as sharp as those of the eagle he took after, homed in on one suspicious looking group. He clapped his way to the air above them and circled like a vulture who’d spotted a carcass. In the next moment, Imran swooped down and up once more, snatching a pack straight from the back of one of the members. He really hoped these were thieves. He was pretty sure these were thieves. He clutched his spoils and angled his wings for another dive.]]> <![CDATA[Out For A Walk]]> https://www.antarsia-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=1268 Tue, 15 May 2018 03:48:07 +0000 https://www.antarsia-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=1268 Thread Status: Closed
Players involved: Zaz, King Fury
Characters involved: Beriadan, Areal
Setting: Bera Forest
Time: Current, Noon
Weather: Clear, Somewhat Spooky

The air here was always calm, soothing even. Some may say this forest was creepy, but for Beriadan, it was peaceful. He often took walks here, whenever he wasn't busy doing research, as it tended to calm him. The surreal voices of the birds around always strangely resonated with him. Even the trees seemed to make noise. And yet, surrounded by so many faint, eerie sounds, he felt at peace. He supposed it was him feeling nostalgic for his first home, for Elesseas. While Linosea forest certainly wasn't as creepy, nor was it as small, this place still reminded him of his old home. This too was not a mundane forest. There was a certain magic in the air, widely claimed to be the nearby shrine's doing. Beriadan didn't care why the forest was magical. He just loved that it was.

A small grunt would escape from Beriadan as he stretched his arms, causing his sleeveless leather top to flex as well. He did need to get out more again. He had spent the past several days in libraries and his home, trying to find out anything he could about the current Oracle situation. Sure, the situation was important, but there was only so much he could do without more information. That and he needed to take breaks. No good would come from overstressing himself. Many people may have thought of different ways to relax, but for Beriadan, walking through a creepy, somewhat magical forest would do just fine. Brushing his hand against a tree as he walked by, he breathed in the crisp air and let out a deep sigh. This truly was an interesting place, wasn't it?]]> Thread Status: Closed
Players involved: Zaz, King Fury
Characters involved: Beriadan, Areal
Setting: Bera Forest
Time: Current, Noon
Weather: Clear, Somewhat Spooky

The air here was always calm, soothing even. Some may say this forest was creepy, but for Beriadan, it was peaceful. He often took walks here, whenever he wasn't busy doing research, as it tended to calm him. The surreal voices of the birds around always strangely resonated with him. Even the trees seemed to make noise. And yet, surrounded by so many faint, eerie sounds, he felt at peace. He supposed it was him feeling nostalgic for his first home, for Elesseas. While Linosea forest certainly wasn't as creepy, nor was it as small, this place still reminded him of his old home. This too was not a mundane forest. There was a certain magic in the air, widely claimed to be the nearby shrine's doing. Beriadan didn't care why the forest was magical. He just loved that it was.

A small grunt would escape from Beriadan as he stretched his arms, causing his sleeveless leather top to flex as well. He did need to get out more again. He had spent the past several days in libraries and his home, trying to find out anything he could about the current Oracle situation. Sure, the situation was important, but there was only so much he could do without more information. That and he needed to take breaks. No good would come from overstressing himself. Many people may have thought of different ways to relax, but for Beriadan, walking through a creepy, somewhat magical forest would do just fine. Brushing his hand against a tree as he walked by, he breathed in the crisp air and let out a deep sigh. This truly was an interesting place, wasn't it?]]> <![CDATA[Looking for Answers]]> https://www.antarsia-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=1260 Sun, 13 May 2018 01:50:59 +0000 https://www.antarsia-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=1260 Thread Status: Closed
Players involved: Zaz, KokoPuffs, Andromeda
Characters involved: Beriadan, Aziza, Karyso Snowfire
Setting: Seliel, Some Random Magic Library
Time: Current, Early Evening
Weather: Clear, Somewhat Warm

Beriadan sighed as he put another book back on the shelf. No luck. How long had he been here? About eight hours? His face was solemn as he rested his back on the bookcase. He would look down at his crossed arms, deep in thought. What in the hell was happening? Oracles were dropping left and right, seemingly slaughtered by the very gods they represented and served. And if the gods didn't do it, he would find who did. He would make them pay dearly for such atrocities. If the gods did do it, he'd no later punish them just the same, if he was able. And people coming back to life? Were these two events connected somehow? Perhaps the oracles were a sacrifice of sorts, but if so, it couldn't be to resurrect the dead randomly. Well, that could be the case if they were trying to spread chaos, but there are better ways of doing that, and they'd have to resurrect a lot of people even to begin to overwhelm the world. Damn, he didn't have enough information to conclude anything, and it frustrated him.

A small thump could be heard as Beriadan threw his head back, lightly tapping the bookcase behind him. He'd been from library to library in this city and still couldn't find anything relating to the current situation. He felt so damn useless. Turning around once more, he began to look through the plethora of books before him. There were two types of books he was currently looking for: those about oracles, and those about Necromancy. These two events happened too close together to not be related in some way, and he just had to figure out how. The latter subject was harder to find, what with the taboos and all. He did have a small collection of his own, given how rare they were to come across, but reading them had given him no clues. Reading books about oracles hadn't gotten him any closer to the truth either. There were accounts of previous oracles dying by their gods, but nothing except the fact that they had was recorded. Just why were people so accepting of such madness was beyond him, and he just kept looking.]]> Thread Status: Closed
Players involved: Zaz, KokoPuffs, Andromeda
Characters involved: Beriadan, Aziza, Karyso Snowfire
Setting: Seliel, Some Random Magic Library
Time: Current, Early Evening
Weather: Clear, Somewhat Warm

Beriadan sighed as he put another book back on the shelf. No luck. How long had he been here? About eight hours? His face was solemn as he rested his back on the bookcase. He would look down at his crossed arms, deep in thought. What in the hell was happening? Oracles were dropping left and right, seemingly slaughtered by the very gods they represented and served. And if the gods didn't do it, he would find who did. He would make them pay dearly for such atrocities. If the gods did do it, he'd no later punish them just the same, if he was able. And people coming back to life? Were these two events connected somehow? Perhaps the oracles were a sacrifice of sorts, but if so, it couldn't be to resurrect the dead randomly. Well, that could be the case if they were trying to spread chaos, but there are better ways of doing that, and they'd have to resurrect a lot of people even to begin to overwhelm the world. Damn, he didn't have enough information to conclude anything, and it frustrated him.

A small thump could be heard as Beriadan threw his head back, lightly tapping the bookcase behind him. He'd been from library to library in this city and still couldn't find anything relating to the current situation. He felt so damn useless. Turning around once more, he began to look through the plethora of books before him. There were two types of books he was currently looking for: those about oracles, and those about Necromancy. These two events happened too close together to not be related in some way, and he just had to figure out how. The latter subject was harder to find, what with the taboos and all. He did have a small collection of his own, given how rare they were to come across, but reading them had given him no clues. Reading books about oracles hadn't gotten him any closer to the truth either. There were accounts of previous oracles dying by their gods, but nothing except the fact that they had was recorded. Just why were people so accepting of such madness was beyond him, and he just kept looking.]]> <![CDATA[Tavern Life]]> https://www.antarsia-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=1101 Wed, 21 Feb 2018 04:20:27 +0000 https://www.antarsia-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=1101 Thread Status:closed
Players involved: Aquarius and Horvat
Characters involved: Auxina and Drustan
Setting: Xira > Prerio City
Time: current, night time
Weather: It's a cool night, with cloudy skies, it'll begin to rain soon as the clouds become more darker.

Auxina's wings soared the night as she was preferably a nocturnal creature but she is able to progress throughout the day time as well due to her human and bat genetics. She'd be attired with her casual wear with an average size black cloak she wore for playful dramatic effect. She skipped throughout the great city as she previously flown through, she saw many stores that were closed so as she grew hungry she stompped her feet with furious emotion. She wandered throughout the city until she made it to this tavern that was clearly open due to the lights, she would then skip over to the door knocking on it as she has been anxiously in need for some food and a home.

Her last adventure wasn't  as planned as she has yet again used her future vision which upsetted her and she also came face to face with many dragons along her journey though she didn't really have much of a home just yet. Their were times where she started to think back to the parents whom abandoned her in which then she normally crumbles her fist transitioning to angery states a few times.]]> Thread Status:closed
Players involved: Aquarius and Horvat
Characters involved: Auxina and Drustan
Setting: Xira > Prerio City
Time: current, night time
Weather: It's a cool night, with cloudy skies, it'll begin to rain soon as the clouds become more darker.

Auxina's wings soared the night as she was preferably a nocturnal creature but she is able to progress throughout the day time as well due to her human and bat genetics. She'd be attired with her casual wear with an average size black cloak she wore for playful dramatic effect. She skipped throughout the great city as she previously flown through, she saw many stores that were closed so as she grew hungry she stompped her feet with furious emotion. She wandered throughout the city until she made it to this tavern that was clearly open due to the lights, she would then skip over to the door knocking on it as she has been anxiously in need for some food and a home.

Her last adventure wasn't  as planned as she has yet again used her future vision which upsetted her and she also came face to face with many dragons along her journey though she didn't really have much of a home just yet. Their were times where she started to think back to the parents whom abandoned her in which then she normally crumbles her fist transitioning to angery states a few times.]]> <![CDATA[Expensive Mistakes]]> https://www.antarsia-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=1033 Thu, 11 Jan 2018 23:24:25 +0000 https://www.antarsia-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=1033 Thread Status: Open
Players involved: Sparx, Nate, Horvat
Characters involved: Kamilo, Jean, Tabassum
Setting: South Cutpurse Plains, cliff overlooking the ocean
Time: 25th Haliea, late evening
Weather: Cloudy with heavy mist

The glow of a campfire was barely visible through the mist that hung over the southern cliffs of Cutpurse Plains. Huddled around the fire trying to keep the moisture in the air from extinguishing the flames was a lanky figure, a shaggy adolescent with pointy fox ears and three bushy tails. Kamilo the kitsune was a regular of these plains, where bandits and other such delinquents were common sights on the roads. He was a young practitioner of the trade and often had his hands in people's pockets and purses, but today the dreary weather had fatigued him and kept him close to his current makeshift camp. Being a creature driven by fire, all the water hanging in the air just made him feel very put out.

"Stupid mist," Kamilo grumbled to himself as he grumpily jabbed a stick into his fire, which was hardly creating enough heat to be worth the trouble. His scarce belongings were tossed haphazardly between him and the poorly built lean-to he had been using for shelter for the past few days: some extra clothes, tools, and a couple of bags with supplies and the few coins and items he had managed to snatch around the area. The kitsune's luck had been horrid as of late, and he had decided to blame it on the fairly remote location.

Tomorrow he would move closer to the delta, where there were likely to be a lot more people with a lot more wealth moving about. Unless something more compelling came up before the sun did...]]> Thread Status: Open
Players involved: Sparx, Nate, Horvat
Characters involved: Kamilo, Jean, Tabassum
Setting: South Cutpurse Plains, cliff overlooking the ocean
Time: 25th Haliea, late evening
Weather: Cloudy with heavy mist

The glow of a campfire was barely visible through the mist that hung over the southern cliffs of Cutpurse Plains. Huddled around the fire trying to keep the moisture in the air from extinguishing the flames was a lanky figure, a shaggy adolescent with pointy fox ears and three bushy tails. Kamilo the kitsune was a regular of these plains, where bandits and other such delinquents were common sights on the roads. He was a young practitioner of the trade and often had his hands in people's pockets and purses, but today the dreary weather had fatigued him and kept him close to his current makeshift camp. Being a creature driven by fire, all the water hanging in the air just made him feel very put out.

"Stupid mist," Kamilo grumbled to himself as he grumpily jabbed a stick into his fire, which was hardly creating enough heat to be worth the trouble. His scarce belongings were tossed haphazardly between him and the poorly built lean-to he had been using for shelter for the past few days: some extra clothes, tools, and a couple of bags with supplies and the few coins and items he had managed to snatch around the area. The kitsune's luck had been horrid as of late, and he had decided to blame it on the fairly remote location.

Tomorrow he would move closer to the delta, where there were likely to be a lot more people with a lot more wealth moving about. Unless something more compelling came up before the sun did...]]> <![CDATA[When Air Suffocates]]> https://www.antarsia-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=1013 Mon, 08 Jan 2018 22:31:37 +0000 https://www.antarsia-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=1013 Thread Status: Closed
Players involved: None
Characters involved: Aerithe, Hiro
Setting: Prerio City
Time: Midnight, Haliea 25th
Weather: Cool and foggy with a chance of drizzle

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She had seen it in a dream, weeks ago in the Bera Forest.

"You will die," Zarkos had told her. "But do not be alarmed; it will be alright."

The next morning, Aerithe had tried to tell her companion about her strange dream, but found herself unable to speak. It seemed as though the Gods did not wish her to speak. Perhaps Zarkos wasn't even supposed to give her warning, as he'd fallen silent. Still, Aerithe could feel his presence in her dreams, though he said nothing.

They had reached Prerio City without incident, and now Aerithe wandered the streets in the relatively quiet night. In a city so immaculate, she felt safe--safe enough to forget the dream that had plagued her mind for weeks. There was a quiet nightlife in Prerio. No drunken brawls of pickpockets--only people playing cards in taverns, enjoying chats with other patrons. It would have been nice if Hiro could have joined her, yet he had been asleep in their room when she'd been awoken by an odd feeling, so she'd slipped out into the night to think.

Her chest ached, and she felt her heart beating heavier than normal. She scratched at the gems on her chest, between which rested the constellation of her god, covered by makeup to conceal her status. No matter how much she scratched, the itch wouldn't be satisfied. It wasn't under her claws came back bloody that Aerithe forced herself to stop and try to ignore the persistent itch. Was the constellation burning, or was that simply the sting of fresh scratches in the chilly night air?

A wave of anxiety washed over her. Go to the center of town, something told her, and she obeyed.

Under the flickering light of the lamps that lined the streets, the fountain in the square had been painted in oranges and golds. There were more people here than on the side streets, sitting in benches around the square, or even on the fountain itself. None of them seemed to pay her any mind as she hurriedly walked to the fountain, her breathing heavy. Her hands broke the surface of the water, cupping what she could before splashing it up into her face. Her fair complexion had paled beyond normal; her reflection ashen and pallid. Now the townspeople had begun to pay her mind.

"Are you alright, miss?" A woman asked, her voice far away.

Aerithe's head was swimming, and as she turned to answer the woman white-hot pain shot through her body. She doubled over, writhing, as the pain spread and intensified. She lurched off the fountain, hands and knees hitting the paved square. Her breath left her in shuddering heaves. A crowd had gathered around her now, whispering their hushed concerns.

"G...get ba...ck..." Aerithe choked out between gasps. Her body lurched again, and this time she felt something in her body snap. The pain in her body exploded, and the woman was forced from her human form, skin turning deep blue as her body transitioned from human to dragon, her scream morphing into a roar that bellowed throughout the quiet streets. Citizens jumped back from her flailing serpentine form. Her tail lashed out, shattering part of the stone fountain. Water sprayed everywhere. Someone screamed for a guard.

"Look! Her chest!"

The constellation of Zarkos burned on her chest, no longer hidden from sight. From there the crowd of onlookers began to speak among themselves in less than hushed tones. "Another oracle!" "Is she dying?" "What's going on?" "Someone do something!" "Don't get too close to it!"

She couldn't breathe.

Aerithe tried to scream. As her mouth opened, the air around the square stirred. A visible twister tore from her maw, and she thrashed in an attempt to breathe, her head frozen in its skyward position.

Oh gods... she would be the third oracle to die. The thought terrified her as tears streamed down her cheeks.

Her chest burned as she struggled to draw in air, and her vision slowly faded as she lost consciousness, her eyes open, unfocused, and unblinking. Each second ticked by agonizingly slow, and all the crowd could do was watch in horror as Aerithe suffocated.

As the life drained from from body, the words of Zarkos resonated through the dragoness' very soul: It will be alright.

Take care of Hiro, she pleaded.

It will be alright.

With those words, she surrendered herself into the hands of her god, and her soul passed through the veil into the beyond. The body left was nothing but an empty shell, devoid of life. The twister vanished into the night, and the corpse fell to the ground, now silent and still. Her death had only taken mere minutes, but it had sent shock waves through Prerio. She had seen it in a dream, but the people had seen it firsthand.

A third oracle had perished, and the city fell into an unearthly silence.]]> Thread Status: Closed
Players involved: None
Characters involved: Aerithe, Hiro
Setting: Prerio City
Time: Midnight, Haliea 25th
Weather: Cool and foggy with a chance of drizzle

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She had seen it in a dream, weeks ago in the Bera Forest.

"You will die," Zarkos had told her. "But do not be alarmed; it will be alright."

The next morning, Aerithe had tried to tell her companion about her strange dream, but found herself unable to speak. It seemed as though the Gods did not wish her to speak. Perhaps Zarkos wasn't even supposed to give her warning, as he'd fallen silent. Still, Aerithe could feel his presence in her dreams, though he said nothing.

They had reached Prerio City without incident, and now Aerithe wandered the streets in the relatively quiet night. In a city so immaculate, she felt safe--safe enough to forget the dream that had plagued her mind for weeks. There was a quiet nightlife in Prerio. No drunken brawls of pickpockets--only people playing cards in taverns, enjoying chats with other patrons. It would have been nice if Hiro could have joined her, yet he had been asleep in their room when she'd been awoken by an odd feeling, so she'd slipped out into the night to think.

Her chest ached, and she felt her heart beating heavier than normal. She scratched at the gems on her chest, between which rested the constellation of her god, covered by makeup to conceal her status. No matter how much she scratched, the itch wouldn't be satisfied. It wasn't under her claws came back bloody that Aerithe forced herself to stop and try to ignore the persistent itch. Was the constellation burning, or was that simply the sting of fresh scratches in the chilly night air?

A wave of anxiety washed over her. Go to the center of town, something told her, and she obeyed.

Under the flickering light of the lamps that lined the streets, the fountain in the square had been painted in oranges and golds. There were more people here than on the side streets, sitting in benches around the square, or even on the fountain itself. None of them seemed to pay her any mind as she hurriedly walked to the fountain, her breathing heavy. Her hands broke the surface of the water, cupping what she could before splashing it up into her face. Her fair complexion had paled beyond normal; her reflection ashen and pallid. Now the townspeople had begun to pay her mind.

"Are you alright, miss?" A woman asked, her voice far away.

Aerithe's head was swimming, and as she turned to answer the woman white-hot pain shot through her body. She doubled over, writhing, as the pain spread and intensified. She lurched off the fountain, hands and knees hitting the paved square. Her breath left her in shuddering heaves. A crowd had gathered around her now, whispering their hushed concerns.

"G...get ba...ck..." Aerithe choked out between gasps. Her body lurched again, and this time she felt something in her body snap. The pain in her body exploded, and the woman was forced from her human form, skin turning deep blue as her body transitioned from human to dragon, her scream morphing into a roar that bellowed throughout the quiet streets. Citizens jumped back from her flailing serpentine form. Her tail lashed out, shattering part of the stone fountain. Water sprayed everywhere. Someone screamed for a guard.

"Look! Her chest!"

The constellation of Zarkos burned on her chest, no longer hidden from sight. From there the crowd of onlookers began to speak among themselves in less than hushed tones. "Another oracle!" "Is she dying?" "What's going on?" "Someone do something!" "Don't get too close to it!"

She couldn't breathe.

Aerithe tried to scream. As her mouth opened, the air around the square stirred. A visible twister tore from her maw, and she thrashed in an attempt to breathe, her head frozen in its skyward position.

Oh gods... she would be the third oracle to die. The thought terrified her as tears streamed down her cheeks.

Her chest burned as she struggled to draw in air, and her vision slowly faded as she lost consciousness, her eyes open, unfocused, and unblinking. Each second ticked by agonizingly slow, and all the crowd could do was watch in horror as Aerithe suffocated.

As the life drained from from body, the words of Zarkos resonated through the dragoness' very soul: It will be alright.

Take care of Hiro, she pleaded.

It will be alright.

With those words, she surrendered herself into the hands of her god, and her soul passed through the veil into the beyond. The body left was nothing but an empty shell, devoid of life. The twister vanished into the night, and the corpse fell to the ground, now silent and still. Her death had only taken mere minutes, but it had sent shock waves through Prerio. She had seen it in a dream, but the people had seen it firsthand.

A third oracle had perished, and the city fell into an unearthly silence.]]> <![CDATA[The Night of Beginnings]]> https://www.antarsia-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=880 Fri, 08 Dec 2017 04:14:35 +0000 https://www.antarsia-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=880 Thread Status: Closed
Players involved: @Immortal Cyan , @KokoPuffs
Characters involved: Faexis, played by Immortal Cyan. Yukiji Wanatabe, played by KokoPuffs
Setting: Seliel City, First District
Time: Current, Night
Weather: Clear
Theme: Beyoncé, Dixie Chicks - Daddy Lessons

Faexis had been on the road for two nights. She had made good time, having managed to hitch a ride with a passing carriage driver, whom had taken her to Seliel City free of charge since she did not take up much room on the carriage itself and the driver's own concern over seeing a petite Gnomish woman traveling alone. The carriage arrived at Seliel City in the late afternoon. After departing from the carriage and biding the driver farewell, Faexis explored the city for a few hours, searching for an affordable tavern to stay in for the night.

Seliel City was a massive and diverse city. It was far larger than what she was used to, although the extra open-air was somewhat refreshing to her. As she walked, Faexis saw an myriad collection of individuals from a large assortment of species. She saw humans, dwarves, elves, and even a few gnomes walking through the streets, hawking wares, and socializing among each other. The little woman learned that she was in the first district of the city after speaking to a few individuals herself.

When it turned dark, Faexis decided upon staying at a building that looked like a tavern from outside. The building had a rectangular profile and was three stories tall. It was adorned with spherical lanterns outside, which glowed bright pink and blue. When she stepped inside of the building, Faexis saw a milling and diverse crowd of men and women, engaged in drinking, socializing, and other intimate activities. Many were kissing and groping each other, a sight which failed to faze the little Gnome. As long as it was an affordable establishment, she could ignore many of the intimate activities that went on behind the scenes if she chose to.

As she was by far the smallest person that she saw, Faexis took extra care to watch out for kicking and moving legs in the close quarters of the room. It was not until she arrived at the front counter when she realized that she had walked into a brothel, rather than a tavern. She paused briefly when this thought came upon her, however, she  decided to linger for a few minutes, out of carnal curiosity, if anything.

Since she could not see over the counter on her two feet, Faexis climbed onto a nearby chair and stood on top of it. The woman behind the counter had white hair and pink eyeshadow over her eyes. Two white horns sprouted from the sides of her head, which sloped upward and laterally. Although she was unsure of the woman's species, Faexis greeted the woman with a soft smile before speaking.

"Excuse me miss, Is this a tavern or a brothel?", Faexis said, speaking in a soft and melodic voice.]]> Thread Status: Closed
Players involved: @Immortal Cyan , @KokoPuffs
Characters involved: Faexis, played by Immortal Cyan. Yukiji Wanatabe, played by KokoPuffs
Setting: Seliel City, First District
Time: Current, Night
Weather: Clear
Theme: Beyoncé, Dixie Chicks - Daddy Lessons

Faexis had been on the road for two nights. She had made good time, having managed to hitch a ride with a passing carriage driver, whom had taken her to Seliel City free of charge since she did not take up much room on the carriage itself and the driver's own concern over seeing a petite Gnomish woman traveling alone. The carriage arrived at Seliel City in the late afternoon. After departing from the carriage and biding the driver farewell, Faexis explored the city for a few hours, searching for an affordable tavern to stay in for the night.

Seliel City was a massive and diverse city. It was far larger than what she was used to, although the extra open-air was somewhat refreshing to her. As she walked, Faexis saw an myriad collection of individuals from a large assortment of species. She saw humans, dwarves, elves, and even a few gnomes walking through the streets, hawking wares, and socializing among each other. The little woman learned that she was in the first district of the city after speaking to a few individuals herself.

When it turned dark, Faexis decided upon staying at a building that looked like a tavern from outside. The building had a rectangular profile and was three stories tall. It was adorned with spherical lanterns outside, which glowed bright pink and blue. When she stepped inside of the building, Faexis saw a milling and diverse crowd of men and women, engaged in drinking, socializing, and other intimate activities. Many were kissing and groping each other, a sight which failed to faze the little Gnome. As long as it was an affordable establishment, she could ignore many of the intimate activities that went on behind the scenes if she chose to.

As she was by far the smallest person that she saw, Faexis took extra care to watch out for kicking and moving legs in the close quarters of the room. It was not until she arrived at the front counter when she realized that she had walked into a brothel, rather than a tavern. She paused briefly when this thought came upon her, however, she  decided to linger for a few minutes, out of carnal curiosity, if anything.

Since she could not see over the counter on her two feet, Faexis climbed onto a nearby chair and stood on top of it. The woman behind the counter had white hair and pink eyeshadow over her eyes. Two white horns sprouted from the sides of her head, which sloped upward and laterally. Although she was unsure of the woman's species, Faexis greeted the woman with a soft smile before speaking.

"Excuse me miss, Is this a tavern or a brothel?", Faexis said, speaking in a soft and melodic voice.]]> <![CDATA[This Is Probably Illegal]]> https://www.antarsia-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=762 Wed, 06 Sep 2017 20:40:39 +0000 https://www.antarsia-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=762 Players involved: haji, king fury
Characters: Killian (haji), TBD (king fury)
Setting: About 20 miles outside of Malseka City.
Time: The dead of night.
Weather: Still air, few clouds. The moon, though not full, is large enough to cast an eerie glow upon the land.


Killian wasn't used to taking risks. Especially uncalculated, barely hypothesized risks. That just wasn't his style, but he found that without the shackles of the Mage's College around his legs, he didn't care very much. This little pseudo expedition of his was for his own intents and purposes. Probably a little bit illegal, but there was no time to go through whatever the appropriate channels were now.

His vacation was about halfway done. In the first week, he'd spent a lot of time at the library, had a number of interesting conversations with all kinds of peoples, and tried meats that weren't available in Sleibte. It was a wonderful week of self discovery and a little relaxation.

While working on the most pressing issue - Yfrelo's wards - Killian had discovered some very old, but well researched tactics of magic diffusion that would likely help the city. Not repair the ward, but replace it entirely. He'd need to experiment now while he wasn't under the college's jurisdiction because he had the sinking suspicion that the proposal he'd written before leaving had not only been denied, but passed around as some kind of joke. Perhaps...if Magnus was true to her word, he'd be wrong.

But he doubted that.

He didn't want to risk something catching fire or causing unnecessary noise while staying in the room he had rented for those two weeks. He'd purchased some parchment, some chalk, a couple empty lanterns, various small bits of metal, and special stones that could carry magic. The bazaars were a wonderful pot of cultures and information. He missed it already.

Killian didn't really know how to fly that well. He was small for a Sphinx apparently, and his wings were better suited for gliding than flying. Which was alright with him. If he ran fast enough and jumped high enough, he could cover a lot of ground. Perhaps that was another area of study he could look into: artificial flight.

Once he was far enough away from the city, Killian shifted into human form and set up a little area to work in. He'd brought tools with him as well. Crude and unrefined, but useable. He cast a white fire into the empty lanterns, placed them on the ground, and laid out his other wares.

He pulled out his book of notes and laid that on a bit of parchment, which he had fastened into a low table with a couple runes he'd been able to work on. On another parchment with the same runes, he placed all his previous purchases into small piles and set to work. The basic idea was to build a metal device that could channel the magic contained in the stones. Something that could be scaled up if need be. The right applications of rune magic and a bit of magical metalsmithing would suffice for this tiny prototype.

He got to tinkering. And then he got absorbed in it, tuning everything around him out.]]> Players involved: haji, king fury
Characters: Killian (haji), TBD (king fury)
Setting: About 20 miles outside of Malseka City.
Time: The dead of night.
Weather: Still air, few clouds. The moon, though not full, is large enough to cast an eerie glow upon the land.


Killian wasn't used to taking risks. Especially uncalculated, barely hypothesized risks. That just wasn't his style, but he found that without the shackles of the Mage's College around his legs, he didn't care very much. This little pseudo expedition of his was for his own intents and purposes. Probably a little bit illegal, but there was no time to go through whatever the appropriate channels were now.

His vacation was about halfway done. In the first week, he'd spent a lot of time at the library, had a number of interesting conversations with all kinds of peoples, and tried meats that weren't available in Sleibte. It was a wonderful week of self discovery and a little relaxation.

While working on the most pressing issue - Yfrelo's wards - Killian had discovered some very old, but well researched tactics of magic diffusion that would likely help the city. Not repair the ward, but replace it entirely. He'd need to experiment now while he wasn't under the college's jurisdiction because he had the sinking suspicion that the proposal he'd written before leaving had not only been denied, but passed around as some kind of joke. Perhaps...if Magnus was true to her word, he'd be wrong.

But he doubted that.

He didn't want to risk something catching fire or causing unnecessary noise while staying in the room he had rented for those two weeks. He'd purchased some parchment, some chalk, a couple empty lanterns, various small bits of metal, and special stones that could carry magic. The bazaars were a wonderful pot of cultures and information. He missed it already.

Killian didn't really know how to fly that well. He was small for a Sphinx apparently, and his wings were better suited for gliding than flying. Which was alright with him. If he ran fast enough and jumped high enough, he could cover a lot of ground. Perhaps that was another area of study he could look into: artificial flight.

Once he was far enough away from the city, Killian shifted into human form and set up a little area to work in. He'd brought tools with him as well. Crude and unrefined, but useable. He cast a white fire into the empty lanterns, placed them on the ground, and laid out his other wares.

He pulled out his book of notes and laid that on a bit of parchment, which he had fastened into a low table with a couple runes he'd been able to work on. On another parchment with the same runes, he placed all his previous purchases into small piles and set to work. The basic idea was to build a metal device that could channel the magic contained in the stones. Something that could be scaled up if need be. The right applications of rune magic and a bit of magical metalsmithing would suffice for this tiny prototype.

He got to tinkering. And then he got absorbed in it, tuning everything around him out.]]> <![CDATA[All Hail the King]]> https://www.antarsia-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=755 Mon, 04 Sep 2017 21:46:02 +0000 https://www.antarsia-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=755 closed)
Players involved: gabe, haji
Characters involved: Markus (gabe), Nathaniel (haji)
Setting: Seliel City, the Leader's Quarters. It is shortly after a close - but not too close - victory for Nathaniel. It is early evening.
Weather: Partly cloudy with a pleasant breeze. The sun is beginning to set and the city is aglow with festivities. As it should be.


---


Nathaniel could have won by a landslide. He could have twirled his fingers like a puppeteer and made the ballots, the polls, and the propaganda tout his assured victory and there wasn't a single thing anybody could have done to stop him. His elected leadership was his gods given right as a superior being knitted of magic; it tasted delicious.

It had gone so smoothly as well. Even in the twilight hours while the counts were being done and redone, it was like he was trailing his fingers down the smoothness of his husband's back. Crackling with malice internally but looking hopeful in the public eye. Gods these peoples were so stupid it was embarrassing. They'd never had real leadership. Not really.

And wasn't it his civil duty to correct that?

The house that elected leaders lived in was as beautiful and sturdy as he was. Polished floors made of exquisite black stone and bathed in the orange glow of dozens of magically fueled lamps every few steps were the dullest features. High ceilings that could barely contain Nathaniel's ego, elegant tapestries depicting the legends of creation and climactic battles between gods, demigods, and whatever else the oaf who occupied this place previously thought was fancy. It was tacky at best.

The whole place was going to need to be redecorated, but it would suffice for one night.

Nathaniel stood on the balcony of the top floor of his new estate. He resumed a human form, though his robes - cloyingly orange - billowed out behind him in the breeze. He looked upon his city with pride. He'd taken this. He owned half of it, and he was going to make some major changes to this stagnating mess of a sloppy landfill even if it killed him. Ha!

He'd have to attend a gala later in the evening to deal with the plebeians who, under his command, carried out his victory flawlessly. Rub some elbows, soak in the compliments. All the typical political bullshit that did not interest him in the slightest. He needed to get his cargo ships mobilized and force change into economy. Start paving the way to new standards and sniping every brilliant mind he could from every corner of the world.

Perhaps the economic and industrial boom would put Seliel City back into competition with the rest of the leading travesties. That would be second line of action. First was redrawing district lines. Maybe Markus would be interested in that.

Nathaniel thought to go look for his lovely husband. The light of his life and the biggest source of inspiration. How could Nathaniel change the city to better suit his husband's wants and needs? More space for himself? More stomping ground, more shiny objects to take from others? They could draw lines together and then Nathaniel would make it happen.

Where was Markus?]]> closed)
Players involved: gabe, haji
Characters involved: Markus (gabe), Nathaniel (haji)
Setting: Seliel City, the Leader's Quarters. It is shortly after a close - but not too close - victory for Nathaniel. It is early evening.
Weather: Partly cloudy with a pleasant breeze. The sun is beginning to set and the city is aglow with festivities. As it should be.


---


Nathaniel could have won by a landslide. He could have twirled his fingers like a puppeteer and made the ballots, the polls, and the propaganda tout his assured victory and there wasn't a single thing anybody could have done to stop him. His elected leadership was his gods given right as a superior being knitted of magic; it tasted delicious.

It had gone so smoothly as well. Even in the twilight hours while the counts were being done and redone, it was like he was trailing his fingers down the smoothness of his husband's back. Crackling with malice internally but looking hopeful in the public eye. Gods these peoples were so stupid it was embarrassing. They'd never had real leadership. Not really.

And wasn't it his civil duty to correct that?

The house that elected leaders lived in was as beautiful and sturdy as he was. Polished floors made of exquisite black stone and bathed in the orange glow of dozens of magically fueled lamps every few steps were the dullest features. High ceilings that could barely contain Nathaniel's ego, elegant tapestries depicting the legends of creation and climactic battles between gods, demigods, and whatever else the oaf who occupied this place previously thought was fancy. It was tacky at best.

The whole place was going to need to be redecorated, but it would suffice for one night.

Nathaniel stood on the balcony of the top floor of his new estate. He resumed a human form, though his robes - cloyingly orange - billowed out behind him in the breeze. He looked upon his city with pride. He'd taken this. He owned half of it, and he was going to make some major changes to this stagnating mess of a sloppy landfill even if it killed him. Ha!

He'd have to attend a gala later in the evening to deal with the plebeians who, under his command, carried out his victory flawlessly. Rub some elbows, soak in the compliments. All the typical political bullshit that did not interest him in the slightest. He needed to get his cargo ships mobilized and force change into economy. Start paving the way to new standards and sniping every brilliant mind he could from every corner of the world.

Perhaps the economic and industrial boom would put Seliel City back into competition with the rest of the leading travesties. That would be second line of action. First was redrawing district lines. Maybe Markus would be interested in that.

Nathaniel thought to go look for his lovely husband. The light of his life and the biggest source of inspiration. How could Nathaniel change the city to better suit his husband's wants and needs? More space for himself? More stomping ground, more shiny objects to take from others? They could draw lines together and then Nathaniel would make it happen.

Where was Markus?]]> <![CDATA[Live and Learn]]> https://www.antarsia-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=715 Mon, 14 Aug 2017 18:06:04 +0000 https://www.antarsia-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=715 Thread Status:closed
Players involved: KokoPuffs and tortricidae
Characters involved: Aziza and Killian
Setting: Malseka City
Time: Current, Early morning.
Weather: Clear skyes with a speckling of clouds in the distance





The day started off early, though for her it always did; she enjoyed the time when the sun was still breaking up from the horizon and filling the land below with it's warming light. The breeze was calm and cool though, different from the warmth or even heat of the rest of the day. It made things seem quite peaceful around the city. Other moved about with their morning routines, whether that be shopping, working, or even just enjoying the early morning light; each had their own reasonings to being up at this hour. Aziza, who had made her way to her favorite place, always found went early to the cities library; it was her favorite place to go as she loved to read. Anything from scrolls of magic and books that told marvelous stories, the Sphinx enjoyed them more than anything in the world. Sometimes more than the company of others, not that she was opposed to being around people, but meeting others had always been quite hard for her.

This was the reason why the woman had found the perfect place in the library, where she could sit and read to her own devices. People would pass by here and there, but no one seemed to notice her sitting there; which for her was quite alright, that meant she would be less disturbed as she enjoyed herself that morning. Aziza curled up her legs close to her body, a book laid gently in her lap as her eyes scanned back and forth; reading over the words inside. "ooooooh~" she said softly to herself, voice gentle with the enjoyment she had, "I do suppose that's one way to go about it."  The female Sphinx bit down upon her thumb delightfully, very enthralled in what she was reading at the moment. It certainly would not take much to frighten the woman, that was something that was for certain.]]> Thread Status:closed
Players involved: KokoPuffs and tortricidae
Characters involved: Aziza and Killian
Setting: Malseka City
Time: Current, Early morning.
Weather: Clear skyes with a speckling of clouds in the distance





The day started off early, though for her it always did; she enjoyed the time when the sun was still breaking up from the horizon and filling the land below with it's warming light. The breeze was calm and cool though, different from the warmth or even heat of the rest of the day. It made things seem quite peaceful around the city. Other moved about with their morning routines, whether that be shopping, working, or even just enjoying the early morning light; each had their own reasonings to being up at this hour. Aziza, who had made her way to her favorite place, always found went early to the cities library; it was her favorite place to go as she loved to read. Anything from scrolls of magic and books that told marvelous stories, the Sphinx enjoyed them more than anything in the world. Sometimes more than the company of others, not that she was opposed to being around people, but meeting others had always been quite hard for her.

This was the reason why the woman had found the perfect place in the library, where she could sit and read to her own devices. People would pass by here and there, but no one seemed to notice her sitting there; which for her was quite alright, that meant she would be less disturbed as she enjoyed herself that morning. Aziza curled up her legs close to her body, a book laid gently in her lap as her eyes scanned back and forth; reading over the words inside. "ooooooh~" she said softly to herself, voice gentle with the enjoyment she had, "I do suppose that's one way to go about it."  The female Sphinx bit down upon her thumb delightfully, very enthralled in what she was reading at the moment. It certainly would not take much to frighten the woman, that was something that was for certain.]]> <![CDATA[Look What the Kitsune Dragged In]]> https://www.antarsia-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=560 Thu, 13 Jul 2017 02:52:28 +0000 https://www.antarsia-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=560 Players Involved ;; Karyso (Andromeda) & Lyanna (Achera)
Characters Involved ;; OPEN TO ALL
Setting ;; Seliel City
Time ;; 3 days behind (12th of Ganthor of the 50 days); Around dusk
Weather ;; Clear skies and warm with a gentle breeze]]> Players Involved ;; Karyso (Andromeda) & Lyanna (Achera)
Characters Involved ;; OPEN TO ALL
Setting ;; Seliel City
Time ;; 3 days behind (12th of Ganthor of the 50 days); Around dusk
Weather ;; Clear skies and warm with a gentle breeze]]> <![CDATA[IMPORTANT! READ BEFORE POSTING]]> https://www.antarsia-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=12 Tue, 27 Dec 2016 04:26:33 +0000 https://www.antarsia-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=12 WELCOME TO THE WORLD OF ANTARSIA

We know you're excited to start roleplaying, but there are a few things you should know before starting your thread:

THINGS TO KNOW
  • Make sure you are familiar with our rules
  • The title of your thread should contain whether your thread is open or closed
  • Make sure to mark if your thread is mature [M] or explicit [E]. More information about this can be found in our Site Rules.
  • The first thing in your Original Post should be the IC form, present here:

    Code:
    <b>Thread Status:</b>(open/closed)<b>Players involved:</b> (list names of all the people involved here)<b>Characters involved:</b> (list all characters being used in the thread, as well as who each character belongs to)<b>Setting:</b> (What part of the continent is the thread taking place?)<b>Time:</b> (When is the thread taking place? List current if current, and make sure you say what time of day.)<b>Weather:</b> (What's the weather look like? Make sure your weather matches the general continent weather; small variations are okay, but nothing that affects the entire continent)
    [*]Last but not least please make sure you are posting your thread in the correct forum!

CURRENT WEATHER

Xira gets surprisingly little rain considering it’s partner, but Sleibte’s waters keep the lands fertile regardless. The southern portion of Xira is often very dry, except for the rivers, and has occasional sandstorms and mudslides.

THANK YOU AND HAPPY ROLEPLAYING!]]> WELCOME TO THE WORLD OF ANTARSIA

We know you're excited to start roleplaying, but there are a few things you should know before starting your thread:

THINGS TO KNOW
  • Make sure you are familiar with our rules
  • The title of your thread should contain whether your thread is open or closed
  • Make sure to mark if your thread is mature [M] or explicit [E]. More information about this can be found in our Site Rules.
  • The first thing in your Original Post should be the IC form, present here:

    Code:
    <b>Thread Status:</b>(open/closed)<b>Players involved:</b> (list names of all the people involved here)<b>Characters involved:</b> (list all characters being used in the thread, as well as who each character belongs to)<b>Setting:</b> (What part of the continent is the thread taking place?)<b>Time:</b> (When is the thread taking place? List current if current, and make sure you say what time of day.)<b>Weather:</b> (What's the weather look like? Make sure your weather matches the general continent weather; small variations are okay, but nothing that affects the entire continent)
    [*]Last but not least please make sure you are posting your thread in the correct forum!

CURRENT WEATHER

Xira gets surprisingly little rain considering it’s partner, but Sleibte’s waters keep the lands fertile regardless. The southern portion of Xira is often very dry, except for the rivers, and has occasional sandstorms and mudslides.

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