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<![CDATA[Antarsia - Katakarthia]]> https://www.antarsia-rpg.com/ Mon, 27 Apr 2026 15:38:08 +0000 MyBB <![CDATA[A Sudden Storm]]> https://www.antarsia-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=5333 Sat, 09 Nov 2019 00:39:43 +0000 https://www.antarsia-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=5333 Thread Status:Open
Players involved: Four Moons Watching, Kokopuffs
Characters involved: Miara, Akuma
Setting: Southern shore of Odslig Lake
Time: Current, midmorning
Weather: Absolutely pouring rain, and there's a thunderstorm on the horizon too

~~~~

Fuck.

Miara wasn't usually one to swear, but here she was, caught out in the rain with her legs scraped up from undergrowth and her hair in a hopeless mess and nothing to even show for her ill-fated errand. She'd been gathering clay to make replacements for a couple of broken teacups, but it had washed away when the rain picked up.

Resigning herself to returning empty-handed, she turned and began trudging (there was really no better word for how she had to slog through the mud) back home, shivering and cursing her luck.

Of course, the day just had to go from bad to worse. Thunder rumbled ominously in the distance, startling Miara. The little nymph flinched and tripped over some rocks, brushing by a thorn thicket on the way down and picking up even more scrapes.

Worst of all, when she tried to stand up again, she found that she couldn't. The mud was too deep; her hands found nothing to push herself up against, and she was too cold and exhausted to get back to her feet without using her arms. She tried healing herself to get some strength back, but it just wasn't enough.

Getting desperate, she gathered the last of her vikta and freed one hand from the mud to throw a brilliant flash of light into the sky, the blue of her magic luckily distinct from the white-gold of lightning. She took off her hat and held it up to make sure she was visible above the mud and waited anxiously for help, or the storm, whichever came first.]]> Thread Status:Open
Players involved: Four Moons Watching, Kokopuffs
Characters involved: Miara, Akuma
Setting: Southern shore of Odslig Lake
Time: Current, midmorning
Weather: Absolutely pouring rain, and there's a thunderstorm on the horizon too

~~~~

Fuck.

Miara wasn't usually one to swear, but here she was, caught out in the rain with her legs scraped up from undergrowth and her hair in a hopeless mess and nothing to even show for her ill-fated errand. She'd been gathering clay to make replacements for a couple of broken teacups, but it had washed away when the rain picked up.

Resigning herself to returning empty-handed, she turned and began trudging (there was really no better word for how she had to slog through the mud) back home, shivering and cursing her luck.

Of course, the day just had to go from bad to worse. Thunder rumbled ominously in the distance, startling Miara. The little nymph flinched and tripped over some rocks, brushing by a thorn thicket on the way down and picking up even more scrapes.

Worst of all, when she tried to stand up again, she found that she couldn't. The mud was too deep; her hands found nothing to push herself up against, and she was too cold and exhausted to get back to her feet without using her arms. She tried healing herself to get some strength back, but it just wasn't enough.

Getting desperate, she gathered the last of her vikta and freed one hand from the mud to throw a brilliant flash of light into the sky, the blue of her magic luckily distinct from the white-gold of lightning. She took off her hat and held it up to make sure she was visible above the mud and waited anxiously for help, or the storm, whichever came first.]]> <![CDATA[A Normal day, A Normal.... Death]]> https://www.antarsia-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=5330 Thu, 07 Nov 2019 03:38:22 +0000 https://www.antarsia-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=5330 closed)
Andromeda and KokoPuffs:
Characters involved: Jabari-KokoPuffs/Deimos-Andromeda
Setting: Linosea forest outside of Elesseas
Time: Current, Mid-Morning
Weather: Clear skys, with soft clouding near he horizon]]> closed)
Andromeda and KokoPuffs:
Characters involved: Jabari-KokoPuffs/Deimos-Andromeda
Setting: Linosea forest outside of Elesseas
Time: Current, Mid-Morning
Weather: Clear skys, with soft clouding near he horizon]]> <![CDATA[Dust to Dust]]> https://www.antarsia-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=5321 Tue, 11 Jun 2019 00:09:36 +0000 https://www.antarsia-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=5321 Thread Status: Closed
Players involved:Kila, King
Characters involved: Ezio, Altair (Kila), Giriana, Lizair (King)
Setting: The Light Fortress
Time: Current (28th of Haliea) Early Morning
Weather: Cool and clear.
Previous Thread: https://www.antarsia-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=819

Serana ignored the grumbling of her passengers as she flew, heading straight for the top of one of the castle's spires. There was an open balcony just below the top, and she dropped the three there before taking a human form and walking inside. The room inside was a large open space, with a large bed, a desk, an armory's worth of weapons hanging from one wall, and a walk-in closet. There were several doors that led out. Sitting in a chair next to the desk was Lizair. His arms were crossed, and he watched the three with careful eyes. "Sorry about how you came in, but the guards have been overprotective recently."

Giri stumbled to her feet, using Altair as a handhold until she was fully standing. If she still had eyes, she would have glared in Serana's direction, but the dragon ignored her entirely.]]> Thread Status: Closed
Players involved:Kila, King
Characters involved: Ezio, Altair (Kila), Giriana, Lizair (King)
Setting: The Light Fortress
Time: Current (28th of Haliea) Early Morning
Weather: Cool and clear.
Previous Thread: https://www.antarsia-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=819

Serana ignored the grumbling of her passengers as she flew, heading straight for the top of one of the castle's spires. There was an open balcony just below the top, and she dropped the three there before taking a human form and walking inside. The room inside was a large open space, with a large bed, a desk, an armory's worth of weapons hanging from one wall, and a walk-in closet. There were several doors that led out. Sitting in a chair next to the desk was Lizair. His arms were crossed, and he watched the three with careful eyes. "Sorry about how you came in, but the guards have been overprotective recently."

Giri stumbled to her feet, using Altair as a handhold until she was fully standing. If she still had eyes, she would have glared in Serana's direction, but the dragon ignored her entirely.]]> <![CDATA[At the Shore]]> https://www.antarsia-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=5312 Thu, 23 May 2019 18:12:29 +0000 https://www.antarsia-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=5312 Thread Status: Open
Players involved: Moons, ImmortalLady
Characters involved: Miara (Moons), Ève (ImmortalLady)
Setting: Southern shore of Odslig Lake
Time: Relatively early morning
Weather: Rainy

Miara was miserable.

She tightened her cloak around her as the rain pattered on, tapping steadily against the rocks. Kneeling and pulling out her gathering knife to cut moss from the rocks at the lakeshore and scrape off as much dirt as she could, she shivered and cursed the weather.

Her dress was going to need cleaning, her cloak would be worse than useless until it dried. It's just a little water, she tried to assure herself. For Nialle's sake, since when does a little water bother a water nymph?

Her being a water nymph aside, though, she was cold. Well, I can't exactly use the moss until it's dry, and I haven't got guests right now. Maybe once I'm done here I'll be able to nap until the rain stops.

The promise of rest after the chore was done was small comfort, but comfort nonetheless. She sighed, adjusted the cloak in vain hopes of finding a slightly less soaked spot to rest against her back, and finished scraping the piece of moss she'd cut. Laying it in the basket, she put away her knife and stood up, knees popping with the movement. "Basket's halfway full," she mused to no one in particular. "Won't be too long now before I'm out of the rain."]]> Thread Status: Open
Players involved: Moons, ImmortalLady
Characters involved: Miara (Moons), Ève (ImmortalLady)
Setting: Southern shore of Odslig Lake
Time: Relatively early morning
Weather: Rainy

Miara was miserable.

She tightened her cloak around her as the rain pattered on, tapping steadily against the rocks. Kneeling and pulling out her gathering knife to cut moss from the rocks at the lakeshore and scrape off as much dirt as she could, she shivered and cursed the weather.

Her dress was going to need cleaning, her cloak would be worse than useless until it dried. It's just a little water, she tried to assure herself. For Nialle's sake, since when does a little water bother a water nymph?

Her being a water nymph aside, though, she was cold. Well, I can't exactly use the moss until it's dry, and I haven't got guests right now. Maybe once I'm done here I'll be able to nap until the rain stops.

The promise of rest after the chore was done was small comfort, but comfort nonetheless. She sighed, adjusted the cloak in vain hopes of finding a slightly less soaked spot to rest against her back, and finished scraping the piece of moss she'd cut. Laying it in the basket, she put away her knife and stood up, knees popping with the movement. "Basket's halfway full," she mused to no one in particular. "Won't be too long now before I'm out of the rain."]]> <![CDATA[Katakarthia Quests]]> https://www.antarsia-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=5299 Thu, 16 May 2019 17:49:23 +0000 https://www.antarsia-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=5299 Welcome to Katakarthia 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 Katakarthia 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[Shadows of War]]> https://www.antarsia-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=5285 Thu, 09 May 2019 18:30:57 +0000 https://www.antarsia-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=5285 Thread Status: Closed
Players involved: Achera, Kila, King Fury, KokoPuffs, Sparx
Characters involved: Abraham (Sparx), Calista (KokoPuffs), Diaval (Achera), Eros (Kila), Milaeni (King Fury), Zacrae (Kila)
Setting: Haliea's Shrine, Light Territory
Time: Midday
Weather: Partly sunny, with a beautiful summer breeze

The young king of the love angels entered the observatory and removed the heart-shaped glasses he wore purely for aesthetic reasons so he could take a look around. In the bright midday sun the dark blue floors of the shrine positively gleamed in the light. The high noon sun really brought out the constellation-like flecks in the floor, and Eros couldn't help but admire how the whole thing had been polished to a near mirror shine. It was so reflective the young angel couldn't help but take a peek at himself, and with a pop of his collar and final placement of his glasses atop his head, he was looking... Well, he was looking like he was completely under dressed for the occasion. His grey v-neck was half tucked in, and he wasn't sure if he should leave it that way, tuck it in, or untuck it.

It was at times like this that Eros wished he had an assistant to tell him what looked good and what didn't as he stood there meddling with his shirt in the foyer of the observatory like a damn fool. "Nnnnnngh what am I suppoed to do?" He groaned, running both hands through his two-toned hair.

"Might I recommend a french tuck?" said a feminine voice behind him, soft as a whispering breeze. Eros turned and looked upon the fairest woman he had ever seen. Her skin was so pale it was almost white, and her equally white hair fell in loose waves over her shoulders and down her back. She was even dressed in a gauzy, lace-trimmed white gown that trailed after her like she'd walked straight out of a painting. Her blue eyes bored into his as she waited almost too patiently for an answer.

"I'm sorry, a... a what?" was all he could manage to sputter out, taken aback by this woman's glittering aura.

"May I, Lord Eros?" she asked, gesturing to his shirt.

"Uh, sure? But how do you--"

"I'm Lord Abraham's personal assistant, Zacrae," she replied coolly, tucking in just the front of his shirt before straightening out his collar and stepping back to take a final approving look. "Much more respectable," she said with a nod.

Eros took a look in the polished floor and gave an agreeing nod. "Not bad," he muttered to himself before looking at Zacrae once again. "Very dutiful of you to come before Abe to make sure everything's, uh, right and stuff?"

"I'm here to make sure things are ready for the meeting, yes. Lord Abraham likes things to go smoothly, so I came early to arrange refreshments for the lords and ladies," she said with a chuckle.

"Need some help?"

"I'd love some, thank you."

--

Before long the pair had filled the meeting room with chocolate pastries and glasses of refreshing lemonades. Zacrae had insisted he take a seat before the other lords arrived, and the pale angel had resumed her role as dutiful servant, waiting behind Abraham's chair for her lord to arrive, eagerly looking at the door with gentle eyes.]]> Thread Status: Closed
Players involved: Achera, Kila, King Fury, KokoPuffs, Sparx
Characters involved: Abraham (Sparx), Calista (KokoPuffs), Diaval (Achera), Eros (Kila), Milaeni (King Fury), Zacrae (Kila)
Setting: Haliea's Shrine, Light Territory
Time: Midday
Weather: Partly sunny, with a beautiful summer breeze

The young king of the love angels entered the observatory and removed the heart-shaped glasses he wore purely for aesthetic reasons so he could take a look around. In the bright midday sun the dark blue floors of the shrine positively gleamed in the light. The high noon sun really brought out the constellation-like flecks in the floor, and Eros couldn't help but admire how the whole thing had been polished to a near mirror shine. It was so reflective the young angel couldn't help but take a peek at himself, and with a pop of his collar and final placement of his glasses atop his head, he was looking... Well, he was looking like he was completely under dressed for the occasion. His grey v-neck was half tucked in, and he wasn't sure if he should leave it that way, tuck it in, or untuck it.

It was at times like this that Eros wished he had an assistant to tell him what looked good and what didn't as he stood there meddling with his shirt in the foyer of the observatory like a damn fool. "Nnnnnngh what am I suppoed to do?" He groaned, running both hands through his two-toned hair.

"Might I recommend a french tuck?" said a feminine voice behind him, soft as a whispering breeze. Eros turned and looked upon the fairest woman he had ever seen. Her skin was so pale it was almost white, and her equally white hair fell in loose waves over her shoulders and down her back. She was even dressed in a gauzy, lace-trimmed white gown that trailed after her like she'd walked straight out of a painting. Her blue eyes bored into his as she waited almost too patiently for an answer.

"I'm sorry, a... a what?" was all he could manage to sputter out, taken aback by this woman's glittering aura.

"May I, Lord Eros?" she asked, gesturing to his shirt.

"Uh, sure? But how do you--"

"I'm Lord Abraham's personal assistant, Zacrae," she replied coolly, tucking in just the front of his shirt before straightening out his collar and stepping back to take a final approving look. "Much more respectable," she said with a nod.

Eros took a look in the polished floor and gave an agreeing nod. "Not bad," he muttered to himself before looking at Zacrae once again. "Very dutiful of you to come before Abe to make sure everything's, uh, right and stuff?"

"I'm here to make sure things are ready for the meeting, yes. Lord Abraham likes things to go smoothly, so I came early to arrange refreshments for the lords and ladies," she said with a chuckle.

"Need some help?"

"I'd love some, thank you."

--

Before long the pair had filled the meeting room with chocolate pastries and glasses of refreshing lemonades. Zacrae had insisted he take a seat before the other lords arrived, and the pale angel had resumed her role as dutiful servant, waiting behind Abraham's chair for her lord to arrive, eagerly looking at the door with gentle eyes.]]> <![CDATA[Marketplace Melee]]> https://www.antarsia-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=1346 Fri, 28 Sep 2018 03:34:36 +0000 https://www.antarsia-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=1346
"I only wish to be on my way. I do not mean to offend."

A hand snatched out to grab her by the neck, though it met only open air as Neri swiveled her midsection and upper body in an almost snake-like motion. Attention tried to keep a balance between the three of them as she set her basket down with the food she had purchased. Another man attempted to grab her around the waste, catching little more than air as she slipped to the floor on her back. Legs twisted wide in a circle to shift her weight and balance about until she returned to her feet slightly outside of the circle of fellows whom had intended to surround her. The elvish agility on full display to any looker's on as she attempted to keep a fair distance.

"You don't...need to...do this."

She darted this way and that around the crowd as she attempted to avoid the hands that seemed to be sweeping out to snatch her or hit her. Long, slender, slightly toned arms rose to knock away a few of the hands as she continued to do her best to keep them from hurting her. Catching a man by the sleeve, she tugged him toward her so that his body ended up between herself and the kick of another attacker, causing an 'Ouughf' of pain to escape one. Backing up, she rolled her upper body up onto a box, twisting her upper body to stand on it, though catching the side of a stick to her outer thigh as one of the men opted to pick up something of a weapon and make use of it on the Hollow Priestess. This caused her to slip off the box where she had been intending to stand and falling onto the unforgiving dirt of the market floor. Grit and road dust kicked up onto the olive flesh of her face and into her eyes. This made it difficult to deal with the kick that found it's way into her stomach.

"Augh!"

The pain exploded from her middle outward. When the second one came, she tried to catch it and pin it between her ribs and bicep. As she did, she rolled and sent the attacker rolling over her. This saw him face-first into the box that she had failed to climb. She took a few gulping, coughing breaths as she made her way to her feet and stumbled backward. Seeing one of her attackers, she jumped off backward into him to knock him off balance. They were going to hurt her badly if she didn't start to actually apply a degree of offense. When the next fist came close to her face, she caught their sleeve and pulled them in, sending a foot to the side of his knee to bring him to the ground. Hand brought a chop down to the man's throat hard enough to disrupt his breathing, but not enough to break the cartilage of his throat. Impact landed right were the jaw met the neck, inducing a combination of nausea and labored breathing that would keep him busy for at least a few minutes. Still holding him by the sleeve, she widened her stance and gave a sharp downward tug, sending him into the dust and found the man cradling himself in the fetal position.

By now, the first one whom had initiated charged forward, catching her across the mouth hard enough that blood smeared her mouth as her inner cheek cut against her teeth. She staggered back a bit from the pain, but tried to keep her wits about her. A boot came across to her midsection, which she caught out of reflex as muscle memory saw her raising the kicking leg slightly higher as a skip-step brought a hard kick up to the attacker's genitals. As he fell to the ground, the only one left was the one whom had picked up a piece of wood and was coming back toward her. An arm came up to block the incoming blow, snapping the board and feeling a shot of pain through her as her forearm nearly gave way from the impact. Hand reeled back and shoved forward hard and low as she hammered her palm into the attacker's bottom rib. This was targeting the rib that was attached only with a thin strip of cartilage that broke off on impact and bounced the rib against the lung.

The attacker's eyes bulged out as he started to struggle to breathe. Each breath pressed lung against bone. He doubled over and fell to the ground as Neri stumbled back toward her basket...only to find it having been trampled by onlookers. Eyes looked a bit more sad as she saw the food she had just purchased get destroyed along with her basket. Arm cradling her side and blood still leaking from her mouth, she decided it might have been a mistake to press her luck. She needed to make some distance between herself and her attackers before they caught their breath and decided to make a second attempt. Healing herself was going to take time and patience, and would certainly be harder when hunger set in.]]>
"I only wish to be on my way. I do not mean to offend."

A hand snatched out to grab her by the neck, though it met only open air as Neri swiveled her midsection and upper body in an almost snake-like motion. Attention tried to keep a balance between the three of them as she set her basket down with the food she had purchased. Another man attempted to grab her around the waste, catching little more than air as she slipped to the floor on her back. Legs twisted wide in a circle to shift her weight and balance about until she returned to her feet slightly outside of the circle of fellows whom had intended to surround her. The elvish agility on full display to any looker's on as she attempted to keep a fair distance.

"You don't...need to...do this."

She darted this way and that around the crowd as she attempted to avoid the hands that seemed to be sweeping out to snatch her or hit her. Long, slender, slightly toned arms rose to knock away a few of the hands as she continued to do her best to keep them from hurting her. Catching a man by the sleeve, she tugged him toward her so that his body ended up between herself and the kick of another attacker, causing an 'Ouughf' of pain to escape one. Backing up, she rolled her upper body up onto a box, twisting her upper body to stand on it, though catching the side of a stick to her outer thigh as one of the men opted to pick up something of a weapon and make use of it on the Hollow Priestess. This caused her to slip off the box where she had been intending to stand and falling onto the unforgiving dirt of the market floor. Grit and road dust kicked up onto the olive flesh of her face and into her eyes. This made it difficult to deal with the kick that found it's way into her stomach.

"Augh!"

The pain exploded from her middle outward. When the second one came, she tried to catch it and pin it between her ribs and bicep. As she did, she rolled and sent the attacker rolling over her. This saw him face-first into the box that she had failed to climb. She took a few gulping, coughing breaths as she made her way to her feet and stumbled backward. Seeing one of her attackers, she jumped off backward into him to knock him off balance. They were going to hurt her badly if she didn't start to actually apply a degree of offense. When the next fist came close to her face, she caught their sleeve and pulled them in, sending a foot to the side of his knee to bring him to the ground. Hand brought a chop down to the man's throat hard enough to disrupt his breathing, but not enough to break the cartilage of his throat. Impact landed right were the jaw met the neck, inducing a combination of nausea and labored breathing that would keep him busy for at least a few minutes. Still holding him by the sleeve, she widened her stance and gave a sharp downward tug, sending him into the dust and found the man cradling himself in the fetal position.

By now, the first one whom had initiated charged forward, catching her across the mouth hard enough that blood smeared her mouth as her inner cheek cut against her teeth. She staggered back a bit from the pain, but tried to keep her wits about her. A boot came across to her midsection, which she caught out of reflex as muscle memory saw her raising the kicking leg slightly higher as a skip-step brought a hard kick up to the attacker's genitals. As he fell to the ground, the only one left was the one whom had picked up a piece of wood and was coming back toward her. An arm came up to block the incoming blow, snapping the board and feeling a shot of pain through her as her forearm nearly gave way from the impact. Hand reeled back and shoved forward hard and low as she hammered her palm into the attacker's bottom rib. This was targeting the rib that was attached only with a thin strip of cartilage that broke off on impact and bounced the rib against the lung.

The attacker's eyes bulged out as he started to struggle to breathe. Each breath pressed lung against bone. He doubled over and fell to the ground as Neri stumbled back toward her basket...only to find it having been trampled by onlookers. Eyes looked a bit more sad as she saw the food she had just purchased get destroyed along with her basket. Arm cradling her side and blood still leaking from her mouth, she decided it might have been a mistake to press her luck. She needed to make some distance between herself and her attackers before they caught their breath and decided to make a second attempt. Healing herself was going to take time and patience, and would certainly be harder when hunger set in.]]> <![CDATA[When Two Worlds Collide]]> https://www.antarsia-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=1316 Sun, 22 Jul 2018 00:03:49 +0000 https://www.antarsia-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=1316
Players involved: Koko, Hera

Characters involved: Wrath & Celestine

Setting: Linosea Forest near the Siriene Mountains; midday

Time: Haliea: 10th Day

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Oh how annoying this all was.

Day in and day out, always traveling around with little to no real aim in life. Well sure, there was a purpose but those days were few and far between. Right now, it was calm and that was what made this immortal life ever so annoying.

The wind blew through the treetops, rustling the leaves to create a small chatter as they rubbed against one another. The breeze was nice, if you weren't in a forest. Below the canopy, little wind could be felt with only the sound of the chatter above as the only reference for what the weather was like. Sunlight peaked through the cover, lighting up small patches on the forest floor. Even without the rays, it was clear that the sun was high in the sky. It was the only way you could see in a place like this.

A large figure relaxed as his demon-like eyes watched the ground below. Peace and quiet. It was what the tarsian loved most in the world even if everyday was nothing but the same. Interaction with other species was meaningless. Each one of them were a pest in his eyes but only a few mattered in some capacity to him. Then there were the ones of his own species. A quick tsk slipped through his teeth at the mere thought of his own kind. If there was anything he hated more in this world, it was probably them. Maybe not his own clan, but the rest of them... Well they could have all died for all he cared. Their existence was meaningless to him. Besides, it wasn't like the clans all got along like one big happy family. Just like any of the other species, they had their flaws and fights amongst them. More of it was rooted in territory, but this particular tarsian hated them for other reasons.

There was a reason he was called Wrath after all.]]>
Players involved: Koko, Hera

Characters involved: Wrath & Celestine

Setting: Linosea Forest near the Siriene Mountains; midday

Time: Haliea: 10th Day

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Oh how annoying this all was.

Day in and day out, always traveling around with little to no real aim in life. Well sure, there was a purpose but those days were few and far between. Right now, it was calm and that was what made this immortal life ever so annoying.

The wind blew through the treetops, rustling the leaves to create a small chatter as they rubbed against one another. The breeze was nice, if you weren't in a forest. Below the canopy, little wind could be felt with only the sound of the chatter above as the only reference for what the weather was like. Sunlight peaked through the cover, lighting up small patches on the forest floor. Even without the rays, it was clear that the sun was high in the sky. It was the only way you could see in a place like this.

A large figure relaxed as his demon-like eyes watched the ground below. Peace and quiet. It was what the tarsian loved most in the world even if everyday was nothing but the same. Interaction with other species was meaningless. Each one of them were a pest in his eyes but only a few mattered in some capacity to him. Then there were the ones of his own species. A quick tsk slipped through his teeth at the mere thought of his own kind. If there was anything he hated more in this world, it was probably them. Maybe not his own clan, but the rest of them... Well they could have all died for all he cared. Their existence was meaningless to him. Besides, it wasn't like the clans all got along like one big happy family. Just like any of the other species, they had their flaws and fights amongst them. More of it was rooted in territory, but this particular tarsian hated them for other reasons.

There was a reason he was called Wrath after all.]]> <![CDATA[Dancing with Death]]> https://www.antarsia-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=1209 Tue, 03 Apr 2018 20:49:17 +0000 https://www.antarsia-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=1209 Thread Status: Closed
Players involved: Handyman, KokoPuffs
Characters involved: Ceserus (Handyman), Taahira (KokoPuffs)
Setting: Katakarthia, A small, nameless town on the island off the western coast of the Warring Wastes, northwest of Plenty Castle
Time: Current, just after dark
Weather: Cool, windy, and clear

His recent return to Katakarthia had left him with a significantly shorter leash than what he was used to. After years of roaming around the vast expanse of Sleibte being confined to the boarders of Katakarthia was a slight annoyance that he had not been afraid to voice when he was “reassigned” as it were. Regardless, Ceserus had not argued in the slightest when he was told his new purpose for the time being. He was to roam the lesser populated of the angel and demon territories, gathering as much information as he could about movements of the angelic forces and attempting to subvert any potential incursions by wrecking havoc in smaller, less important areas that might divert their attention just enough to give the demonic forces an advantage. He was certain that he would be called to the battlefield before too long, especially given his ability to wield the corpses of the fallen as his puppets. But his abilities were limited, and especially since he had to avoid any confrontation in the daylight. Light of any kind was a hindrance to the reaper, but he could adapt to fire light and light produced from magic much more effectively than sunlight.

It was, in fact, because of this hindrance that Ceserus had taken such a long time to reach the small town that he now strode into as the last rays of sunlight fell below the horizon and the pale glow of moonlight began to overtake the sky. This town, which sat nestled on a small island just off the coast west of the Plenty Castle was still in tact, unlike most of the cities near the angelic and demonic boarder. Normally, to travel the distance that he had needed to, Ceserus would simply open a portal to his destination, but having never been within the boarders of angel lands and not wanting to attract the attention of the radiant creatures, Ceserus had opted to waiting for nightfall and only teleporting short distances at a time. Finally, after travelling along the road for a couple of days, Ceserus could finally see the light of a small, possibly unnamed town coming into view. With the corner of his mouth curling into a grin, Ceserus covered the distance between himself and the edge of the small village in an instant, melding into the shadows and emerging from them next to a small building that was probably a shop of some sort.

There will still some people out and about, though most of them were coming and going from one particular establishment from which the scent of baked bread, smoked meats, and ale wafted toward the reaper. It was as good a place as any to begin, and if he planned on being in town for longer than one night it would make sense for him to get a room to stay at in order to avoid suspicion. Though he did not truly need to sleep, the sensation of rest was still something he appreciated, and after so many days of travel via arcane means, he needed to recuperate. As he stepped up to the door of what appeared to be a cross between a tavern and an inn, Ceserus removed his hood and allowed the warmth of the air in the space to envelop him. He preferred the chill of the night air, but nothing could be done. The smell of food and drink only intensified, and the sound of conversation was accompanied by music being played by a human man with a piano. The tavern section of the establishment was occupied by quite a few groups of people, and though it was not filled completely, there were enough people to make Ceserus to infer that this was probably the only place to get a good drink in the whole town.

Settling into a seat at a table near the back of the dining area, the elven-looking man flagged down a server and ordered an ale. While he waited for his drink Ceserus draped his cloak over the back of his chair and settled in, glancing about the room and searching for what the source of his entertainment for the evening would be.]]> Thread Status: Closed
Players involved: Handyman, KokoPuffs
Characters involved: Ceserus (Handyman), Taahira (KokoPuffs)
Setting: Katakarthia, A small, nameless town on the island off the western coast of the Warring Wastes, northwest of Plenty Castle
Time: Current, just after dark
Weather: Cool, windy, and clear

His recent return to Katakarthia had left him with a significantly shorter leash than what he was used to. After years of roaming around the vast expanse of Sleibte being confined to the boarders of Katakarthia was a slight annoyance that he had not been afraid to voice when he was “reassigned” as it were. Regardless, Ceserus had not argued in the slightest when he was told his new purpose for the time being. He was to roam the lesser populated of the angel and demon territories, gathering as much information as he could about movements of the angelic forces and attempting to subvert any potential incursions by wrecking havoc in smaller, less important areas that might divert their attention just enough to give the demonic forces an advantage. He was certain that he would be called to the battlefield before too long, especially given his ability to wield the corpses of the fallen as his puppets. But his abilities were limited, and especially since he had to avoid any confrontation in the daylight. Light of any kind was a hindrance to the reaper, but he could adapt to fire light and light produced from magic much more effectively than sunlight.

It was, in fact, because of this hindrance that Ceserus had taken such a long time to reach the small town that he now strode into as the last rays of sunlight fell below the horizon and the pale glow of moonlight began to overtake the sky. This town, which sat nestled on a small island just off the coast west of the Plenty Castle was still in tact, unlike most of the cities near the angelic and demonic boarder. Normally, to travel the distance that he had needed to, Ceserus would simply open a portal to his destination, but having never been within the boarders of angel lands and not wanting to attract the attention of the radiant creatures, Ceserus had opted to waiting for nightfall and only teleporting short distances at a time. Finally, after travelling along the road for a couple of days, Ceserus could finally see the light of a small, possibly unnamed town coming into view. With the corner of his mouth curling into a grin, Ceserus covered the distance between himself and the edge of the small village in an instant, melding into the shadows and emerging from them next to a small building that was probably a shop of some sort.

There will still some people out and about, though most of them were coming and going from one particular establishment from which the scent of baked bread, smoked meats, and ale wafted toward the reaper. It was as good a place as any to begin, and if he planned on being in town for longer than one night it would make sense for him to get a room to stay at in order to avoid suspicion. Though he did not truly need to sleep, the sensation of rest was still something he appreciated, and after so many days of travel via arcane means, he needed to recuperate. As he stepped up to the door of what appeared to be a cross between a tavern and an inn, Ceserus removed his hood and allowed the warmth of the air in the space to envelop him. He preferred the chill of the night air, but nothing could be done. The smell of food and drink only intensified, and the sound of conversation was accompanied by music being played by a human man with a piano. The tavern section of the establishment was occupied by quite a few groups of people, and though it was not filled completely, there were enough people to make Ceserus to infer that this was probably the only place to get a good drink in the whole town.

Settling into a seat at a table near the back of the dining area, the elven-looking man flagged down a server and ordered an ale. While he waited for his drink Ceserus draped his cloak over the back of his chair and settled in, glancing about the room and searching for what the source of his entertainment for the evening would be.]]> <![CDATA[Looting the Battlefield]]> https://www.antarsia-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=1202 Sat, 31 Mar 2018 19:04:31 +0000 https://www.antarsia-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=1202
War is profitable especially when some really good loot is left just lying around in the aftermath of battles. While these races aren't her normally preferred targets she couldn't pass up this opportunity and flew south east when word of the angels and demons slugging it out again. She did love the deserts of the world when she needed to glide, the warm updrafts from them made it so much easier than flying over open water. Golden eyes were looking down over the landscape looking for smoke from fires but from this far up it wasn't easy to spot much so she started to drift lower.

Once she spotted a place that looked like it was in a state of disarray she folded her wings in and started a controlled dive towards the ground. While falling she started shifting back to her human form since it would be harder to spot her coming down from the sky as human than a wyvern. As she grew closer to the ground she used her time dilation bubbles to slow her fall along with extending her arms and legs to increase her surface area. By the time she was reaching the ground she landed much more gently and safely than if she had just tried to land at what would have been a lethal speed.

She started walking through the place scoping it out in search of anything that might be worth looting, she wasn't looking for large items since flying away with them would be harder in a war zone. She needed things that she could easily transport to a market or fence which had her looking for ornate pieces of jewelry or higher quality weapons or even documents that might be worth selling to someone.]]>
War is profitable especially when some really good loot is left just lying around in the aftermath of battles. While these races aren't her normally preferred targets she couldn't pass up this opportunity and flew south east when word of the angels and demons slugging it out again. She did love the deserts of the world when she needed to glide, the warm updrafts from them made it so much easier than flying over open water. Golden eyes were looking down over the landscape looking for smoke from fires but from this far up it wasn't easy to spot much so she started to drift lower.

Once she spotted a place that looked like it was in a state of disarray she folded her wings in and started a controlled dive towards the ground. While falling she started shifting back to her human form since it would be harder to spot her coming down from the sky as human than a wyvern. As she grew closer to the ground she used her time dilation bubbles to slow her fall along with extending her arms and legs to increase her surface area. By the time she was reaching the ground she landed much more gently and safely than if she had just tried to land at what would have been a lethal speed.

She started walking through the place scoping it out in search of anything that might be worth looting, she wasn't looking for large items since flying away with them would be harder in a war zone. She needed things that she could easily transport to a market or fence which had her looking for ornate pieces of jewelry or higher quality weapons or even documents that might be worth selling to someone.]]> <![CDATA[One Hell of a Show (Closed)]]> https://www.antarsia-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=1120 Thu, 08 Mar 2018 05:36:26 +0000 https://www.antarsia-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=1120 Thread Status:Closed
Players involved: Andromeda, Pikku
Characters involved: Kaede(Pikku) & Olympias(Andromeda)
Setting: A Quiet Tavern, on a worn road-- a common place to whet your whistle.
Time: Current, Evening
Weather: A storm from the west is passing through, Drenching outside, and leading to those who can, to seek shelter.

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This Inn was, for the most part, just a place you'd stop for the night. The Innkeeper knew it, just as his father before him knew it, and his father before him. It didn't try to be fancy, or try to wow. It offered a comfortable bed, Warm food, and a decent place for the infrequent-but-common-enough storms that rolled through. One such storm was raging right now, adding a pattering of rain on the windows, and a dull roar of it on the roof, in addition to the quiet murmurs in the tavern. A Stage for performers looking to pad their coin purses a little bit more was on the far wall, set to where anyone could see if they walked in.

It was this very stage Kaede found himself on tonight. Not many heads turned to the fox as he walked on stage-- many were busy nursing their drinks, or would barely register the music that anyone could play.

Kaede hoped to change their minds.

He Snapped his fingers, and-- almost out of nowhere, music started playing. A song with a definite beat, and one he started dancing too-- waving and moving around, literally painting a picture. Those with the power to see through illusions-- they would know this is but another illusion from the fox, of course. But, for those who could not, in an instant they were taken from the inn to a world of wonder, excitement, and action. Of Daring feats of love and lust, of intrigue and mystery, passion and cold calculations. And, with subtle nods of other magic, they could almost feel it-- the breeze from a hit almost given, the scattering of leaves in a mad dash for survival.

And, with the final climax, the picture died away, leaving an audience that was stunned for just a moment longer, before they broke into applause, and a bow from himself.]]> Thread Status:Closed
Players involved: Andromeda, Pikku
Characters involved: Kaede(Pikku) & Olympias(Andromeda)
Setting: A Quiet Tavern, on a worn road-- a common place to whet your whistle.
Time: Current, Evening
Weather: A storm from the west is passing through, Drenching outside, and leading to those who can, to seek shelter.

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This Inn was, for the most part, just a place you'd stop for the night. The Innkeeper knew it, just as his father before him knew it, and his father before him. It didn't try to be fancy, or try to wow. It offered a comfortable bed, Warm food, and a decent place for the infrequent-but-common-enough storms that rolled through. One such storm was raging right now, adding a pattering of rain on the windows, and a dull roar of it on the roof, in addition to the quiet murmurs in the tavern. A Stage for performers looking to pad their coin purses a little bit more was on the far wall, set to where anyone could see if they walked in.

It was this very stage Kaede found himself on tonight. Not many heads turned to the fox as he walked on stage-- many were busy nursing their drinks, or would barely register the music that anyone could play.

Kaede hoped to change their minds.

He Snapped his fingers, and-- almost out of nowhere, music started playing. A song with a definite beat, and one he started dancing too-- waving and moving around, literally painting a picture. Those with the power to see through illusions-- they would know this is but another illusion from the fox, of course. But, for those who could not, in an instant they were taken from the inn to a world of wonder, excitement, and action. Of Daring feats of love and lust, of intrigue and mystery, passion and cold calculations. And, with subtle nods of other magic, they could almost feel it-- the breeze from a hit almost given, the scattering of leaves in a mad dash for survival.

And, with the final climax, the picture died away, leaving an audience that was stunned for just a moment longer, before they broke into applause, and a bow from himself.]]> <![CDATA[Alien Encounter]]> https://www.antarsia-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=1100 Wed, 21 Feb 2018 01:41:29 +0000 https://www.antarsia-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=1100 Thread Status:ClosedPlayers involved: Avarice and Aquarius
Characters involved: Kynt and Ventura
Setting: Katakarthia > Linosea Forest
Time: Haliea 25th Day, Day time
Weather: Clear skies, light wind blowing

Their were many areas of Antarsia that Ventura adored yet Linosea Forest was by far the most common place you'd see her at, or at many forest like areas, even so she still ventures out else where aside from a vegetation terrain. The flowers slowly flowing with the minor winds that fluttered throughout the sky, Ventura smiled walking through the meadow as it was a magnificent day to relax and enjoy life. From time to time she would use her size enchanments to shrink small and reside inside homes in trees that squirrels would make as she wasn't in one place forever frequently. As she would currently be of regular size she kneeled down by a near by tree, the tree that she first met in this odd world, she wasn't quite familiar with the inhabitants sometimes praying to mother to give her strength.

Ventura relaxed herself laying down on the tree with the back of her head facing the tree, her red ruby eyes stared at the blue skies sighing in relief as she will forever enjoy these moments that she had. Not many people would come in these parts, rumors spoke of fairy folk inhabiting these very woods in a protected environment of some sort, this intrigued Ventura as she was searching for a fairy herself throughout her journey. Her vitka emerged as she begun to be in a state of peace, her energy flared in a bright lime green yet mix of yellow color as well, soon the aura subsided in which then she started to inhale and exhale falling asleep.]]> <![CDATA[Hunting For A Hunter]]> https://www.antarsia-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=1041 Sun, 14 Jan 2018 05:57:06 +0000 https://www.antarsia-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=1041 Thread Status: Closed
Players involved: KingFury, PeridotPhaeron
Characters involved: Lizair Dawnbreaker (KingFury), Marik Silee (PeridotPhaeron)
Setting: Light Fortress gardens
Time: About 1:30 in the evening.
Weather: Clear for now, although a storm is clearly brewing on the horizon.

Marik Silee was thoroughly miserable. This had been a mistake. Everything about this was a mistake. He hadn't even been able to work up the courage to ask anyone if they knew the kind of person he was looking for. Everyone just seemed so... busy. No, that wasn't the right word, but he couldn't think of a better one. He bent down, examining one of the bushes. He didn't touch it- It seemed rather disrespectful- but he did see if could find a friend. No. Nobody was there. He stood up again, looking around the gardens. They were clean. Neat. Very, very bright. He wasn't even sure if they allowed trees in here, because they'd cast shade in this garden of... well, Light. Nothing out of its place. Nothing... wild. He'd thought, maybe, he'd be able to gather his courage in a place that felt a little like home... But it just did not feel the same, and he had no idea how he was ever going to do what he'd come here to do.]]> Thread Status: Closed
Players involved: KingFury, PeridotPhaeron
Characters involved: Lizair Dawnbreaker (KingFury), Marik Silee (PeridotPhaeron)
Setting: Light Fortress gardens
Time: About 1:30 in the evening.
Weather: Clear for now, although a storm is clearly brewing on the horizon.

Marik Silee was thoroughly miserable. This had been a mistake. Everything about this was a mistake. He hadn't even been able to work up the courage to ask anyone if they knew the kind of person he was looking for. Everyone just seemed so... busy. No, that wasn't the right word, but he couldn't think of a better one. He bent down, examining one of the bushes. He didn't touch it- It seemed rather disrespectful- but he did see if could find a friend. No. Nobody was there. He stood up again, looking around the gardens. They were clean. Neat. Very, very bright. He wasn't even sure if they allowed trees in here, because they'd cast shade in this garden of... well, Light. Nothing out of its place. Nothing... wild. He'd thought, maybe, he'd be able to gather his courage in a place that felt a little like home... But it just did not feel the same, and he had no idea how he was ever going to do what he'd come here to do.]]> <![CDATA[Talk Floral to Me]]> https://www.antarsia-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=1021 Tue, 09 Jan 2018 17:50:13 +0000 https://www.antarsia-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=1021 Thread Status: Closed
Players involved: Kila, Hera
Characters involved: Charlie, Kurai
Setting: Conquest Fortress, War Fortress, and the lands between
Time: Current - early morning, shortly after sunrise
Weather: A bit rainy

Over the past six weeks, Charlie had come to the Conquest Fortress on a few occasions. Or rather, whenever her training would allow her. She was constantly exhausted, and the bags under her eyes grew darker and darker with each visit. With the death of another oracle, she'd been given a chance to slip away. Things would be too busy at home, and it provided her with a well needed reprieve from her near constant training. She was a normal woman here--at least, normal enough.

She lifted her hood to reveal her face at the fortress' doors, and was allowed entry. The servants here no longer questioned her presence. They knew she had a place in their master's bed, and none would dare question him. One of the servants took her damp cloak as she ascended the stairs to Kurai's room. Today, she decided, was going to be a good day. She was going to see Kurai, she was going to get some rest, and it would be good.

Servants side-stepped out of her way as she walked through the halls, grateful for the warmth of the fortress as it seeped its way into her bones. Today would be a good day.

Without knocking, she opened the dor to Kurai's chambers and walked inside.

"You won't believe what's happening," she said with a sigh. "But at least it let me get away for a while."]]> Thread Status: Closed
Players involved: Kila, Hera
Characters involved: Charlie, Kurai
Setting: Conquest Fortress, War Fortress, and the lands between
Time: Current - early morning, shortly after sunrise
Weather: A bit rainy

Over the past six weeks, Charlie had come to the Conquest Fortress on a few occasions. Or rather, whenever her training would allow her. She was constantly exhausted, and the bags under her eyes grew darker and darker with each visit. With the death of another oracle, she'd been given a chance to slip away. Things would be too busy at home, and it provided her with a well needed reprieve from her near constant training. She was a normal woman here--at least, normal enough.

She lifted her hood to reveal her face at the fortress' doors, and was allowed entry. The servants here no longer questioned her presence. They knew she had a place in their master's bed, and none would dare question him. One of the servants took her damp cloak as she ascended the stairs to Kurai's room. Today, she decided, was going to be a good day. She was going to see Kurai, she was going to get some rest, and it would be good.

Servants side-stepped out of her way as she walked through the halls, grateful for the warmth of the fortress as it seeped its way into her bones. Today would be a good day.

Without knocking, she opened the dor to Kurai's chambers and walked inside.

"You won't believe what's happening," she said with a sigh. "But at least it let me get away for a while."]]> <![CDATA[Stones And Shadows]]> https://www.antarsia-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=989 Thu, 04 Jan 2018 04:35:39 +0000 https://www.antarsia-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=989 Thread Status: Open
Players involved: PeridotPhaeron, KokoPuffs, Avarice
Characters involved: Zagan (KokoPuffs), Roshaun (PeridotPhaeron), Knyte (Avarice)
Time: Current, around 11:30 in the morning.
Weather: Fairly sunny, with only a few clouds in the sky.

It was a bright and sunny day in the Linosea Forest. A sense of peace permeated the words, a peace that was only enhanced by the gentle chirping of the birds in the trees. The wind gently rustled the leaves in the trees, and the general sense of serenity was one that almost seemed to take one to another realm. A calmer, better one. So, of course, this peace just had to be interrupted by a very annoyed elf. He had been walking for a while now, far more than he was used to. He was beginning to think he should have just taken a portal. But, no, it was important to do this the proper way, of course. He muttered angrily under his breath.

He glanced around, and sighed. He might as well rest up for a bit. The weight of the pack he carried reminded him that he wasn't exactly going to run out of supplies any time soon. He left the trail, a fairly well-beaten dirt path, and let the bundle fall against the trunk of one of the trees. He stretched a bit, leaning against another tree. Why had he agreed to this, anyways? ... Well, that one was fairly obvious. He shook his head, letting his thoughts start drift along the paths of memory.]]> Thread Status: Open
Players involved: PeridotPhaeron, KokoPuffs, Avarice
Characters involved: Zagan (KokoPuffs), Roshaun (PeridotPhaeron), Knyte (Avarice)
Time: Current, around 11:30 in the morning.
Weather: Fairly sunny, with only a few clouds in the sky.

It was a bright and sunny day in the Linosea Forest. A sense of peace permeated the words, a peace that was only enhanced by the gentle chirping of the birds in the trees. The wind gently rustled the leaves in the trees, and the general sense of serenity was one that almost seemed to take one to another realm. A calmer, better one. So, of course, this peace just had to be interrupted by a very annoyed elf. He had been walking for a while now, far more than he was used to. He was beginning to think he should have just taken a portal. But, no, it was important to do this the proper way, of course. He muttered angrily under his breath.

He glanced around, and sighed. He might as well rest up for a bit. The weight of the pack he carried reminded him that he wasn't exactly going to run out of supplies any time soon. He left the trail, a fairly well-beaten dirt path, and let the bundle fall against the trunk of one of the trees. He stretched a bit, leaning against another tree. Why had he agreed to this, anyways? ... Well, that one was fairly obvious. He shook his head, letting his thoughts start drift along the paths of memory.]]> <![CDATA[Who invited MoonMoon??]]> https://www.antarsia-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=946 Fri, 29 Dec 2017 19:29:07 +0000 https://www.antarsia-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=946 Thread Status:(open/closed)Andromeda and KokoPuffs:
Characters involved: Rasmus-KokoPuffs/Lythium-Andromeda
Setting: Enkratis Hunting Grounds
Time: Current, Mid-Morning
Weather: Clear skys, with soft clouding near he horizon

That morning was bright, clear in the skies above, save for the clouds that lingered around the horizon though. They posed no threat in bringing foul weather, they were white in color and a little misty in consistency as well; so they did not worry the young wolf in any way possible. Instead, he enjoyed the sight of them, like the clouds where almost flowing like water in the sky above. Yet they were silent, unlike the rushing water that filled rivers and streams; even small creaks had the soft sound of the water flowing along it. Rasmus, kind of enjoyed this way of things anyway, he was a gentle boy in all aspects. He liked to play and have fun, not hunt and such that the others told him he needed to learn better. There wasn't much fun in all that, plus it was hard work anyway.

The young male sighed softly, feet delicately padding along the ground and rustling the grass ever-so-slightly beneath him. His tail swayed about, eyes looking for whatever he may try and kill; even if he really did not want to. He had to learn to do this, and learn it well. Not all would provide for him considering he was a young adult at this point, and the pack would need him to hunt when them if it was ever needed. The wolf male shook his head, read accessories shaking about as he did so. Good thing he didn't have anything that made noise attached to those large horns of his; would have scared anything or everything off.]]> Thread Status:(open/closed)Andromeda and KokoPuffs:
Characters involved: Rasmus-KokoPuffs/Lythium-Andromeda
Setting: Enkratis Hunting Grounds
Time: Current, Mid-Morning
Weather: Clear skys, with soft clouding near he horizon

That morning was bright, clear in the skies above, save for the clouds that lingered around the horizon though. They posed no threat in bringing foul weather, they were white in color and a little misty in consistency as well; so they did not worry the young wolf in any way possible. Instead, he enjoyed the sight of them, like the clouds where almost flowing like water in the sky above. Yet they were silent, unlike the rushing water that filled rivers and streams; even small creaks had the soft sound of the water flowing along it. Rasmus, kind of enjoyed this way of things anyway, he was a gentle boy in all aspects. He liked to play and have fun, not hunt and such that the others told him he needed to learn better. There wasn't much fun in all that, plus it was hard work anyway.

The young male sighed softly, feet delicately padding along the ground and rustling the grass ever-so-slightly beneath him. His tail swayed about, eyes looking for whatever he may try and kill; even if he really did not want to. He had to learn to do this, and learn it well. Not all would provide for him considering he was a young adult at this point, and the pack would need him to hunt when them if it was ever needed. The wolf male shook his head, read accessories shaking about as he did so. Good thing he didn't have anything that made noise attached to those large horns of his; would have scared anything or everything off.]]> <![CDATA[Evening Stroll]]> https://www.antarsia-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=914 Wed, 27 Dec 2017 04:27:23 +0000 https://www.antarsia-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=914 Thread Status:(closed)
Players involved: Cal, King
Characters involved: Azel (Cal), Shade (King)
Setting: Saithithe Marsh
Time: 45th Ganthor, Early Morning
Weather: Clear

It seemed really peaceful in the Marsh. Too peaceful, in Shade's opinion. The Wolf had slipped out to the quiet of the trees as soon as the meeting had ended, and now he was crouched under a tree, watching the sunrise. Things seemed strange with the queen gone. She'd been the first to accept him, and he was worried about what would happen now that she was dead. He looked back at the remains of the rabbit den he'd caught during the night, suddenly fearful of what would happen if someone came for the pack while they were weakened. Would they be torn apart like the rabbits had been?

He shook his head to chase the thought away, then closed his eyes. His body faded into the shadows under the tree, the faint glow of his markings the only light in this dark place. Until the sun rose, at least, he could be safe in the forest.]]> Thread Status:(closed)
Players involved: Cal, King
Characters involved: Azel (Cal), Shade (King)
Setting: Saithithe Marsh
Time: 45th Ganthor, Early Morning
Weather: Clear

It seemed really peaceful in the Marsh. Too peaceful, in Shade's opinion. The Wolf had slipped out to the quiet of the trees as soon as the meeting had ended, and now he was crouched under a tree, watching the sunrise. Things seemed strange with the queen gone. She'd been the first to accept him, and he was worried about what would happen now that she was dead. He looked back at the remains of the rabbit den he'd caught during the night, suddenly fearful of what would happen if someone came for the pack while they were weakened. Would they be torn apart like the rabbits had been?

He shook his head to chase the thought away, then closed his eyes. His body faded into the shadows under the tree, the faint glow of his markings the only light in this dark place. Until the sun rose, at least, he could be safe in the forest.]]> <![CDATA[A breath of fresh air]]> https://www.antarsia-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=894 Tue, 12 Dec 2017 05:03:49 +0000 https://www.antarsia-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=894 Thread Status:open
Players involved: Kila and Roma
Characters involved: Naiome and Aolani
Setting: Nyamene Island
Time: early light of the 24th of Ganthor
Weather: soft rainfall and overcast, smoke coming from the volcano on the island.

The room was... hot... and everything hurt. "Ow..."

The girl tried to move, but her body screamed in protest as she felt her magic lines that flow throughout her boy twitch in agony. It hurt... her fingers moved and grabbed at her chest, as her eyes squeezed shut. She cough and blood came out. Why did her body hurt. What happened? She forced her eyes open slightly. She didn't know this place. It was so warm, much warmer then home.

"Daddy...."

The word was faint. She couldn't sense him... But it was so warm. It was always warm when her father was near. She could smell blood. A lot of blood. Where was it coming from? Her head throbbed and she closed her eyes and the room dimmed trying to adjust to fit her needs. Everything was a blurr. She could remember a bit. She had been outside of her home...and then it all went fussy. It was like she was there, but not really. It felt like a dream. Everything hurt... that was what she knew. Her body ached as if it had been to war and back, but there was no actual wound she could feel. It logically didn't make sense.

"Where am I?"]]> Thread Status:open
Players involved: Kila and Roma
Characters involved: Naiome and Aolani
Setting: Nyamene Island
Time: early light of the 24th of Ganthor
Weather: soft rainfall and overcast, smoke coming from the volcano on the island.

The room was... hot... and everything hurt. "Ow..."

The girl tried to move, but her body screamed in protest as she felt her magic lines that flow throughout her boy twitch in agony. It hurt... her fingers moved and grabbed at her chest, as her eyes squeezed shut. She cough and blood came out. Why did her body hurt. What happened? She forced her eyes open slightly. She didn't know this place. It was so warm, much warmer then home.

"Daddy...."

The word was faint. She couldn't sense him... But it was so warm. It was always warm when her father was near. She could smell blood. A lot of blood. Where was it coming from? Her head throbbed and she closed her eyes and the room dimmed trying to adjust to fit her needs. Everything was a blurr. She could remember a bit. She had been outside of her home...and then it all went fussy. It was like she was there, but not really. It felt like a dream. Everything hurt... that was what she knew. Her body ached as if it had been to war and back, but there was no actual wound she could feel. It logically didn't make sense.

"Where am I?"]]> <![CDATA[Keep your eyes on the mark]]> https://www.antarsia-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=871 Thu, 23 Nov 2017 03:38:40 +0000 https://www.antarsia-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=871

fear the — Rapture

Thread Status: Closed
Players involved: Aqua and Roma
Characters involved: TBH
Setting: Chortari lands near a branch of the Kiriel river
Time: Current
Weather: cloudy above

bic:

The sky was clear that morning, but now the clouds were slowly rolling in. They were long, dark and seemed to hint at a coming storm. It was too soon to call it a day for a light rain. The storm didn't seem to bad, just a bit dark, it wasn't threats of a danger as bad as a tornado, but rain. Just a lot of rain. Thunder rolled in the distance coming in intervals of minutes. It was still far out.

The river could be heard in the distance as with grazing animals. They were getting water before they would go and hide for fear of the storm. They soon would want to be away from the storm. No matter how large or small none of them seemed to want to be out if it was raining. However, the wolf didn't mind. The rain meant nothing to him. It could storm, hail, winds howl, and he would be fine. He didn't mind dragging a deer out into the open and eating it under the fury of nature. He waited there though. He wasn't going to go towards all the prey drinking water until his child came. He was going to watch her hunt. His own teeth ached with bloodlust, but she was becoming an adult soon. He wanted to make sure she was ready for that leap at least.

His silver eyes blinked and he shook out his pelt. What else could he do? He knew he wasn't an ideal father. He didn't really fit the part at all, but he would try this small thing for her. He wanted to make sure she could survive and past that... He didn't know. He was sure she learned to hunt. He had made sure people would help her. He was their leader... He didn't have time for soft loving time. He had to be hard. He had to be the leader they needed cruelty and all. Amon was away. This would be a private moment for them. He would give her that. A small time with him that was undisturbed.

It was time to discuss the future.

"Speech."

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fear the — Rapture

]]> <![CDATA[Command and Control]]> https://www.antarsia-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=807 Mon, 25 Sep 2017 18:42:56 +0000 https://www.antarsia-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=807 Players involved: King, Kila
Characters involved: Charlie (Kila), Vioroll (King)
Setting: The family shrine in the War Fortress
Time: Late morning to early afternoon on the 23rd of Ganthor
Weather: Ash and thunder storms.]]> Players involved: King, Kila
Characters involved: Charlie (Kila), Vioroll (King)
Setting: The family shrine in the War Fortress
Time: Late morning to early afternoon on the 23rd of Ganthor
Weather: Ash and thunder storms.]]>