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Introduction
Things weren’t always this way. For an age, there seemed to be balance. We lived quietly, distanced from the strange pulse of the northern wilds. Now it’s like a fell breeze snakes through the countryside, scattering seeds of decay. The curses are few but distressing. One may turn into a monster by the light of the moon. Another may speak nothing but indecipherable tongues. I've even heard it whispered that the princess of Radess is coughing up the corpses of sparrows and mice whole and warm. I hope it's idle gossip -- it nearly makes my own fate seem comfortable.
Before, we avoided the spirits' gaze. Some worship them as gods. Some scorn them as devils. Their mysteries run too deep for me to say. Is everything an answer for our sins?
I don’t know. I intend to find out.
-- from the journal of Pluna Alto
People
The mortal species of Dorae are quite varied. Most settlements are incredibly mixed in terms of inhabitants, although some city-states may possess greater populations of certain species than others. They can be divided into a few categories.
Mortals
Humanoid: Most common are the humanoid species including humans, elves, dwarves, and gnomes.
Beastfolk: These heavily furred, scaled, or feathered people have faces which resemble those of animals but bipedal bodies like those of humans. They are not quite as common as the humanoid species but not a rare sight either. Catfolk, dogfolk, rabbitfolk, and lizardfolk are widespread, but other types exist as well.
Magical: There are a handful of species whose origins supposedly lie in servitude to spirits. These dwell solely in the wilderness, and many are widely regarded as dangerous or inscrutable. These species include fairies, nymphs, and trolls.
Spirits
These strange, powerful beings have existed in Dorae since ancient times, but they rarely show themselves to mortals. Indeed, mortals know very little about them. Some worship the spirits and claim to receive their guidance. Others believe that the true gods are above the spirits or that there are no gods at all. Spirits’ magic is without parallel, most possessing great skill in one or a few realms (for example, water or animals), though they do not hold unbridled power over these realms.
Some spirits will humor their mortal followers, appreciating the flattery or, more rarely, taking a genuine interest in them. On the whole, however, spirits are much more interested in their own affairs. The adage of “all’s fair in love and war” could have been written for them. A spirit tends to be intensely territorial over the area it regard as its domain; for another spirit to encroach often means war. Most hardly acknowledge humans as rivals, regarding them either as harmless non-entities or annoying insects. They are most attached to the northern half of the country, particularly the forest.
The type of form they take varies, but they are almost always alien. Many resemble humanoids or other mortals in some manner but rarely without a mixture of fantastical characteristics: large size, many wings, extra limbs, magnificent wings, a shining body, unnatural colors, and so forth. Others hardly look human at all. Some may be able to shape-shift, but often they exude an aura of power which they must mask if they wish to go among mortals undetected.
Places
The Wilds:
The northern half of the country, excepting Tellos and Atlur, is often referred to as “the wilds.” Dorae possesses miles of beautiful land – forests, swamps, mountains, valleys, and everything in between. However, most of its people dwell in the southern half of the continent. Historically, this was prompted both by two factors. First, the southern half of the continent is home to the most fertile farming lands, making them a natural choice as the cultures evolved from hunters to farmers. Second, as noted above, the spirits covet the northern forests over the more open land in the south, making them a much more dangerous place to live.
City-states:
Rather than being strictly divided into countries, Doraean governments tend to be city-states composed of one large ruling city and the outlying towns and useful economic land (farmlands, orchards, mines, logging areas, etc.) clustered close around them. Occasionally one may find a small, remote town unaffiliated with any city-state, but these are rare. Populations are still relatively low and resources fairly available, making it far more convenient to avoid extreme expansion – especially expansion into the north. In Dorae, it is not the amount of land one occupies but the strength of one’s army and the quality of one’s tradable goods that make one powerful. This is not to say that all cultures are militant, but all take pride in their soldiers and their merchants.
Please see the Places tab for more specific information on each city-state.
Credits
Thanks to my co-planners BaronVonFruitypants, Eteles, and Dr. Genome.
Rules
1. Proper grammar and spelling are required, but there is no minimum or maximum post length. Quality and creativity, please! For consistency, all posts should be in third person, past tense.
2. You may play more than one character as long as you can handle them.
3. Romance and violence are both welcome and encouraged, but follow site rules as always.
4. Practice good gaming etiquette! Don’t control another’s character without permission, try to let us know if you’re going to be gone for a while, etc.
5. I’d like it if everyone could shoot for a post or two a week, but I know life gets in the way sometimes. If you haven’t been heard from in more than 2 weeks, however, I may shoot you a PM to see what’s up.
6. Characters of different power levels will be included in this RP, but that is no excuse for godmoding. Spirits are vulnerable to other spirits, and they’re also vulnerable to mortals under certain conditions. They should have weaknesses like any other character, and they cannot go around insta-killing mortals. However, those playing mortals should be aware that directly defeating a spirit is, in most situations, an incredibly difficult task.
7. Due to how powerful and plot-related they are, it will be far more difficult to get a role as a spirit than a mortal. You may wish to discuss your spirit’s concept with me via OOC or PM to see if it fits in before submitting a profile. It will help me to know what powers the spirit has, what kind of territory they claim, and how you think they might interact with our "party" of mortals or other spirits.
8. Please include a physical description and a rundown of your character’s outstanding abilities and skills (if any) such as magic or fighting prowess in the Description field (see my profiles as an example). All other fields are optional, but a bit of info in Personality and History never hurts.
9. You don’t have to memorize the setting info (I know there’s a ton!), but glance over it enough to get a feel for the game and a place for your character to fit in. When in doubt, it’s there for reference.
2. You may play more than one character as long as you can handle them.
3. Romance and violence are both welcome and encouraged, but follow site rules as always.
4. Practice good gaming etiquette! Don’t control another’s character without permission, try to let us know if you’re going to be gone for a while, etc.
5. I’d like it if everyone could shoot for a post or two a week, but I know life gets in the way sometimes. If you haven’t been heard from in more than 2 weeks, however, I may shoot you a PM to see what’s up.
6. Characters of different power levels will be included in this RP, but that is no excuse for godmoding. Spirits are vulnerable to other spirits, and they’re also vulnerable to mortals under certain conditions. They should have weaknesses like any other character, and they cannot go around insta-killing mortals. However, those playing mortals should be aware that directly defeating a spirit is, in most situations, an incredibly difficult task.
7. Due to how powerful and plot-related they are, it will be far more difficult to get a role as a spirit than a mortal. You may wish to discuss your spirit’s concept with me via OOC or PM to see if it fits in before submitting a profile. It will help me to know what powers the spirit has, what kind of territory they claim, and how you think they might interact with our "party" of mortals or other spirits.
8. Please include a physical description and a rundown of your character’s outstanding abilities and skills (if any) such as magic or fighting prowess in the Description field (see my profiles as an example). All other fields are optional, but a bit of info in Personality and History never hurts.
9. You don’t have to memorize the setting info (I know there’s a ton!), but glance over it enough to get a feel for the game and a place for your character to fit in. When in doubt, it’s there for reference.
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Pluna Alto played by Marionette
This tall, steadfast woman moves like a cat and smiles like one, too.
Thomas Greyfur played by viper45
Learn from the river; as it flows around obstacles and gracefully bends with it's twists and turns, so should your life.
Dariusz Tenenbaum played by Eteles
A serious young craftsmage with a background in horology and the magic of order. How much of these lie in his future is a question.
Soren Radesi played by BaronVonFruitypants
The headstrong young prince of Leda-Radess, determined to stop the corruption at all costs.
Ilona Polaris played by BaronVonFruitypants
A gentle and clever healing mage, desperate to save his homeland and best friend from the oncoming darkness.
Skrillex played by Dr. Genome
A renegade troll who would rather travel the word alongside humans than serve as fodder against them.
Kain Hadwin played by the_judged
An Elmia-born scholar with penchants for politics, history, and trapping.
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Places in The Nature of Scars
5 postsDorae
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This mining city in the frozen northwest values persistence above all else.
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A northeastern city of the scholarly and pious.
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This western, wooded city is home to a culture at once rugged and refined.
16 postsRadess
A self-eminent farming kingdom which joined with Leda to overcome hard times.
0 postsLeda
A bohemian southern city which has unified with Radess for better or for worse.
0 postsElmia
A quiet eastern city of farming and livestock.
0 postsZelys
This old southern city embraces the sea.
0 postsThe Wilds
The vast, uncivilized north. Here, spirits dwell.
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OOC Notes
Pluna approached the vendor’s cart. Drips of oil hissed beneath a fresh round of kebabs, but something else drew the young woman near. She bent close and allowed the embers to paint her face with a red-orange glow – and with heat. Blessed heat.
“Can’t eat them with your eyes.” A broad, wrinkled dwarf sat on a tall stool behind the counter. His frazzled beard was nearly as red as his coals. When Pluna’s gaze flicked up to him, he answered with a grunt and a grin. He turned the kebabs, and a new chorus of sizzles rang out.
“Ah, yes,” she said, producing a few silver coins from beneath her cloak and dropping them into the vendor’s greasy palm. Blessedly, thought Pluna as he leaned over the grill to seize a kebab, that beard was kept nice and short.
Kebab in one hand, silver in the other, the vendor leaned back and observed both items. “Zel money,” he said. He turned the coins in the light before tossing them into a pouch belted over his belly. “Good money.” He handed her the kebab and added, “Good food. Careful, now, it’s hot-hot-hot.”
Pluna nodded and seized the stick. She stepped to the side but did not stray far from the cart. As she waved the kebab gently in the air, she eyed the vendor. “As you can tell from my coins, I’m a stranger here.”
He nodded. “That and your clothes.”
“Oh, yes. Those.” She smoothed the thin fabric of shirt – long-sleeved, at the very least – and fought the urge to shiver. Autumn had no right to be this chill, further north or no. “Perhaps you could point me to a tailor. First, though, what I mean to say is… anything interesting afoot, do you think?” She rubbed her shoulder.
“Aha.” The vendor’s stomach quivered with laughter. “So you were at the Ram’s Head first, I wager. I’m sure they told you it wasn’t free either.”
With a nod, Pluna waved a few more coins. She leaned close to the cart once more. At the influx of warmth, she took a deep breath. “I really want to know about this princess of yours.”
“And I’ll take that back if you’re not going to eat it.”
Jumping a bit, Pluna sunk her teeth into the roasted meat. “Mm. So, the –”
“Yes, I know, the princess. What’s to tell? Fairest beauty in all the land, hair like…” He slapped his knee. “Don’t make that face. You didn’t waste your silver. Thing is, there’s not much more to say. I’m sure you’ve heard, or you wouldn’t ask. I don't have inside sources on this one. Now, far as I know, it’s true, or they wouldn’t much care if we shouted it, other than we were shouting.” He jutted an elbow toward an armored guard rounding the corner of the street. “Whatever they want to say, she hasn’t shown her face while.”
Pluna leaned on her walking stick as she listened. “So it’s not a sure thing… but there’s reason to believe.” Between sentences, she nibbled at chunks of lamb. “Poor thing.”
The vendor only shrugged. Spotting some passersby, he cupped his hands around his mouth. “Hot kebabs! Sweet meat and finest potatoes! Trust me, I grew ‘em myself!”
“Can’t eat them with your eyes.” A broad, wrinkled dwarf sat on a tall stool behind the counter. His frazzled beard was nearly as red as his coals. When Pluna’s gaze flicked up to him, he answered with a grunt and a grin. He turned the kebabs, and a new chorus of sizzles rang out.
“Ah, yes,” she said, producing a few silver coins from beneath her cloak and dropping them into the vendor’s greasy palm. Blessedly, thought Pluna as he leaned over the grill to seize a kebab, that beard was kept nice and short.
Kebab in one hand, silver in the other, the vendor leaned back and observed both items. “Zel money,” he said. He turned the coins in the light before tossing them into a pouch belted over his belly. “Good money.” He handed her the kebab and added, “Good food. Careful, now, it’s hot-hot-hot.”
Pluna nodded and seized the stick. She stepped to the side but did not stray far from the cart. As she waved the kebab gently in the air, she eyed the vendor. “As you can tell from my coins, I’m a stranger here.”
He nodded. “That and your clothes.”
“Oh, yes. Those.” She smoothed the thin fabric of shirt – long-sleeved, at the very least – and fought the urge to shiver. Autumn had no right to be this chill, further north or no. “Perhaps you could point me to a tailor. First, though, what I mean to say is… anything interesting afoot, do you think?” She rubbed her shoulder.
“Aha.” The vendor’s stomach quivered with laughter. “So you were at the Ram’s Head first, I wager. I’m sure they told you it wasn’t free either.”
With a nod, Pluna waved a few more coins. She leaned close to the cart once more. At the influx of warmth, she took a deep breath. “I really want to know about this princess of yours.”
“And I’ll take that back if you’re not going to eat it.”
Jumping a bit, Pluna sunk her teeth into the roasted meat. “Mm. So, the –”
“Yes, I know, the princess. What’s to tell? Fairest beauty in all the land, hair like…” He slapped his knee. “Don’t make that face. You didn’t waste your silver. Thing is, there’s not much more to say. I’m sure you’ve heard, or you wouldn’t ask. I don't have inside sources on this one. Now, far as I know, it’s true, or they wouldn’t much care if we shouted it, other than we were shouting.” He jutted an elbow toward an armored guard rounding the corner of the street. “Whatever they want to say, she hasn’t shown her face while.”
Pluna leaned on her walking stick as she listened. “So it’s not a sure thing… but there’s reason to believe.” Between sentences, she nibbled at chunks of lamb. “Poor thing.”
The vendor only shrugged. Spotting some passersby, he cupped his hands around his mouth. “Hot kebabs! Sweet meat and finest potatoes! Trust me, I grew ‘em myself!”
OOC Notes
"Really?"
The voice came from a soft-spoken young man not far from the stall, his small frame burdened with a large leather pack slung over his shoulder. As he stepped closer, it rattled slightly, chiming. In the bustle of the marketplace, he had nearly been invisible a moment ago. "You grew them yourself, I mean? Have your crops had any problems with the corruption?"
His eyes flashed momentarily to the tall, black haired woman who stood by the stall, gaze falling to her teeth, watching the way she bit into her meal. For a moment, he seemed to freeze, and then suddenly he jumped back into motion, slinging his pack off of his shoulder and setting it on the ground. "Oh - and, ah, I will buy one of those, too, please," he said, voice wavering with a hint of nervousness. His eyes flashed up to the woman again and he nodded at her briefly before looking back down at his pack, clearly feeling some indecisiveness as to whether it was good protocol to greet her or whether she would prefer to be left in peace.
The voice came from a soft-spoken young man not far from the stall, his small frame burdened with a large leather pack slung over his shoulder. As he stepped closer, it rattled slightly, chiming. In the bustle of the marketplace, he had nearly been invisible a moment ago. "You grew them yourself, I mean? Have your crops had any problems with the corruption?"
His eyes flashed momentarily to the tall, black haired woman who stood by the stall, gaze falling to her teeth, watching the way she bit into her meal. For a moment, he seemed to freeze, and then suddenly he jumped back into motion, slinging his pack off of his shoulder and setting it on the ground. "Oh - and, ah, I will buy one of those, too, please," he said, voice wavering with a hint of nervousness. His eyes flashed up to the woman again and he nodded at her briefly before looking back down at his pack, clearly feeling some indecisiveness as to whether it was good protocol to greet her or whether she would prefer to be left in peace.
OOC Notes
Pluna perked as something jangled nearby. From the corner of her eye, she noted the approaching man. His gaze rested on her just long enough that she could tell he was looking, but before long, he scrambled to order a kebab. Something in his manner reminded her of a rabbit. She turned toward him, head tilted. Quickly, she glanced away and dabbed at her lips with the corner of her sleeve. “Not in your way, am I?” She flashed Dariusz a smile.
The vendor raised his brows. "The corruption? Not myself. Not yet. You ask me, they should be a lot more concerned about that. It ain’t at that point, but if we get another famine.." He grunted and looked toward the sky. Once more, his broad shoulders rose and fell. "Well, who knows what's on the horizon?" He snatched another kebab from the heat and reached forward with his free hand. “That’ll be two silvers.”
“Your crops too?” asked Pluna. “We don’t farm as much as you do in Zelys, but there have been a few... incidents.” A shudder ran through her. To excuse it, she pulled her cloak more closely around herself. "Oh yes, that's right. Mind pointing me to a tailor, either of you? And I suppose if there's somewhere I can find weapons..." She ran her hand over her gnarled walking stick. Dependable? Yes. Threatening? Not exactly.
The vendor raised his brows. "The corruption? Not myself. Not yet. You ask me, they should be a lot more concerned about that. It ain’t at that point, but if we get another famine.." He grunted and looked toward the sky. Once more, his broad shoulders rose and fell. "Well, who knows what's on the horizon?" He snatched another kebab from the heat and reached forward with his free hand. “That’ll be two silvers.”
“Your crops too?” asked Pluna. “We don’t farm as much as you do in Zelys, but there have been a few... incidents.” A shudder ran through her. To excuse it, she pulled her cloak more closely around herself. "Oh yes, that's right. Mind pointing me to a tailor, either of you? And I suppose if there's somewhere I can find weapons..." She ran her hand over her gnarled walking stick. Dependable? Yes. Threatening? Not exactly.
OOC Notes
Thomas tried to adjust the large pack, but after several days it seemed that he was sore everywhere. It had been almost a fortnight since he'd left Tellos on the pilgrammege that every monk was required to complete. So far, Radess was the largest city that he'd seen, seeming to stretch on forever.
His paws were calloused, his robes itched, and he was getting hungry again. It seemed that he was coming up on a market, so there was a good chance of getting some food. As a monk, Thomas didn't carry any money with him, instead relying on the kindness of strangers for food and shelter. Most people were nice enough to give him a meal when they saw the robes, and Thomas always did some chore in repayment.
Thomas entered the square and caught a whiff of some thing delicious. Some kind of meat, roasting over a fire just over ...... there! A vendor was selling kebabs to a tall woman and a dwarf. At least, he looked like a dwarf of some kind, although he didn't hold himself like one. Oh well, it didn't matter what he was.
Thomas made his way over, hoping the vendor would spare a kebab for a hungry monk.
His paws were calloused, his robes itched, and he was getting hungry again. It seemed that he was coming up on a market, so there was a good chance of getting some food. As a monk, Thomas didn't carry any money with him, instead relying on the kindness of strangers for food and shelter. Most people were nice enough to give him a meal when they saw the robes, and Thomas always did some chore in repayment.
Thomas entered the square and caught a whiff of some thing delicious. Some kind of meat, roasting over a fire just over ...... there! A vendor was selling kebabs to a tall woman and a dwarf. At least, he looked like a dwarf of some kind, although he didn't hold himself like one. Oh well, it didn't matter what he was.
Thomas made his way over, hoping the vendor would spare a kebab for a hungry monk.
OOC Notes
Blushing deeply, Dariusz swallowed, then shook his head. "Ah, no, madame. Not at all," he assured her, fishing through his pouch with tight shoulders. His shoulders relaxed as he found the two silvers and handed them over, and he took the stick of the kebab gingerly between two fingers. "Zelys, too," he sighed, shaking his head. His eyes roved up and down the length of the kebab critically as he spun it between his fingers, and his frown deepened. "It is too wide to be a simple blight. Too pervasive." In a sudden tick, his teeth darted forward and snipped off a small portion of meat. He chewed thoroughly, lips tight enough to seem almost angry.
Shaking his head, he shot Pluna's clothes a look, then swallowed. "I am sorry. I don't," he said. "I can make weapons, but I do not have the material right now. I am sure we can find both somewhere in this district, but I do not know where." Sticking the kebab between his teeth, he slung off his pack and shrugged his thick fur cloak off of his, barely glancing at her before thrusting at her. "You should wear this until we can find one, lest you catch a cold," he said without any particular warmth. "Do me the favor. It is too warm for a Tellosian to be wearing this here," he muttered, eyes scanning the crowd.
Seeing the monk approach, Dariusz's head jerked up, eyes alighting with recognition as he saw the make of his robe. "There!" he said, gesturing triumphantly towards the felid. "That is how a Tellosian should dress. It is an honor to be in the company of a man of the cloth," he said, bowing his head respectfully towards the monk. "Please, allow me to buy a brave pilgrim something to eat." Without so much as waiting for a response, his hand was in his pouch again, searching.
Shaking his head, he shot Pluna's clothes a look, then swallowed. "I am sorry. I don't," he said. "I can make weapons, but I do not have the material right now. I am sure we can find both somewhere in this district, but I do not know where." Sticking the kebab between his teeth, he slung off his pack and shrugged his thick fur cloak off of his, barely glancing at her before thrusting at her. "You should wear this until we can find one, lest you catch a cold," he said without any particular warmth. "Do me the favor. It is too warm for a Tellosian to be wearing this here," he muttered, eyes scanning the crowd.
Seeing the monk approach, Dariusz's head jerked up, eyes alighting with recognition as he saw the make of his robe. "There!" he said, gesturing triumphantly towards the felid. "That is how a Tellosian should dress. It is an honor to be in the company of a man of the cloth," he said, bowing his head respectfully towards the monk. "Please, allow me to buy a brave pilgrim something to eat." Without so much as waiting for a response, his hand was in his pouch again, searching.
OOC Notes
Thomas clasped his hands and bowed in gratitude. "Thank you, kind sir. It has been a long and arduous journey, and a break for food would not be remiss."
The vendor handed over a kebab and Thomas gratefully bit into it. After so many days on the road it was a relief to stop and eat some hot food. Especially this particularly delicious food.
"Forgive my intrusion, madame, but I could not help overhearing that you are from out of town." Thomas finished off the kebab. "I am also a foreigner. You see, I have no money of my own, and if you wouldn't mind sharing a hotel room, I would find some way to pay you back. I swear it."
Thomas stepped back and bowed his head, waitiing for her reaction.
The vendor handed over a kebab and Thomas gratefully bit into it. After so many days on the road it was a relief to stop and eat some hot food. Especially this particularly delicious food.
"Forgive my intrusion, madame, but I could not help overhearing that you are from out of town." Thomas finished off the kebab. "I am also a foreigner. You see, I have no money of my own, and if you wouldn't mind sharing a hotel room, I would find some way to pay you back. I swear it."
Thomas stepped back and bowed his head, waitiing for her reaction.
OOC Notes
Prince Soren Radesi looked out on the gilded halls of the palace, feeling like nothing more than a rat in a cage. Ever since his sister had...You know, the atmosphere amongst Radess' royalty had tightened from the usual severe to downright oppressive. Soren felt like he couldn't breathe all shut up in the palace like he was, not to mention the fact that he was sitting there useless while the corruption spread through his family and country.
With a frustrated sigh, he arose from his chair, pacing around the room. His father was supposed to let him go out today, though had still disallowed him outside the confines of Radess. Little did the old fool know that Soren had entirely different plans, and that as soon as he was out of the castle he'd be making his way straight for the wildlands, and there wasn't a soul in the world who could stop him!
...Provided, of course, he ever got let out at all. The waiting was driving him mad, as well as causing him to wear new holes in the carpet beneath his restless feet. Not that he didn't have backup plans in the event he failed to get his father's blessing; he'd managed to smuggle quite a bit of rope from the stables and had more than enough experience climbing homemade escape ladders. It was all he could do not to start shimmying down the thing that very second, but he knew if he left under the guise of a legitimate outing, it would be much longer before anyone started to suspect and send the guards after him.
And so he waited.
With a frustrated sigh, he arose from his chair, pacing around the room. His father was supposed to let him go out today, though had still disallowed him outside the confines of Radess. Little did the old fool know that Soren had entirely different plans, and that as soon as he was out of the castle he'd be making his way straight for the wildlands, and there wasn't a soul in the world who could stop him!
...Provided, of course, he ever got let out at all. The waiting was driving him mad, as well as causing him to wear new holes in the carpet beneath his restless feet. Not that he didn't have backup plans in the event he failed to get his father's blessing; he'd managed to smuggle quite a bit of rope from the stables and had more than enough experience climbing homemade escape ladders. It was all he could do not to start shimmying down the thing that very second, but he knew if he left under the guise of a legitimate outing, it would be much longer before anyone started to suspect and send the guards after him.
And so he waited.
OOC Notes
Pluna caught the cloak and lifted it into the air, blinking at the Tellosian all the while. She studied the heavy fur as if it were a foreign tome. In Zelys, one rarely saw that much fur outside a live animal.
"Well, I..." She toed the ground. Nevertheless, she pulled the garment around her shoulders. Her body melted against the interior of the cloak. "If you insist. Thank you for your kindness.” She tugged it upward to cover her lips. At this point, she resembled a dozing bat.
The vendor raised his brows but shrugged off whatever comment brewed behind them. “Those brick buildings straight ahead – you’ll find the shops you’re seeking there.”
A second stranger approached, and Pluna’s eyes darted between the chatting pair. A man of the cloth? She bowed her head, glancing up as he addressed her. Shaking her head, she freed her face from the cloak's confines. "Share a room?" Pluna bit her tongue. Once more, she bowed her head. “Forgive me, sir, but as a lone traveler… still, I can certainly spare some coins for you.” Beneath her cloak, one hand rested upon her satchel already. Without exposing the bag, her long, nimble fingers closed around a handful of gleaming silver pieces. She presented them before Thomas. “Will this be enough? And you shouldn’t worry about repaying me.”
She stepped over a broken cobblestone, staring toward the ruddy red shops. Though she’d moved no more than a few inches, her voice grew distant. “After all, I won’t be in this city for long.”
The clockwork clack of boots on marble signaled the king’s approach. Lines marked his sun-kissed face; hints of gray streaked his raven hair. However, his slender frame remained taut and conditioned. He possessed a severe brow, and his posture would have pleased a military commander (had any ranked above himself). It might have even pleased the dance instructor the queen thrust upon him last week if he could have kept it through a waltz. The thought of that ordeal earned a mutter.
He stopped before the prince’s door. Sighing, he rapped thrice. “Soren? Do hurry. My schedule is not forgiving today.”
"Well, I..." She toed the ground. Nevertheless, she pulled the garment around her shoulders. Her body melted against the interior of the cloak. "If you insist. Thank you for your kindness.” She tugged it upward to cover her lips. At this point, she resembled a dozing bat.
The vendor raised his brows but shrugged off whatever comment brewed behind them. “Those brick buildings straight ahead – you’ll find the shops you’re seeking there.”
A second stranger approached, and Pluna’s eyes darted between the chatting pair. A man of the cloth? She bowed her head, glancing up as he addressed her. Shaking her head, she freed her face from the cloak's confines. "Share a room?" Pluna bit her tongue. Once more, she bowed her head. “Forgive me, sir, but as a lone traveler… still, I can certainly spare some coins for you.” Beneath her cloak, one hand rested upon her satchel already. Without exposing the bag, her long, nimble fingers closed around a handful of gleaming silver pieces. She presented them before Thomas. “Will this be enough? And you shouldn’t worry about repaying me.”
She stepped over a broken cobblestone, staring toward the ruddy red shops. Though she’d moved no more than a few inches, her voice grew distant. “After all, I won’t be in this city for long.”
The clockwork clack of boots on marble signaled the king’s approach. Lines marked his sun-kissed face; hints of gray streaked his raven hair. However, his slender frame remained taut and conditioned. He possessed a severe brow, and his posture would have pleased a military commander (had any ranked above himself). It might have even pleased the dance instructor the queen thrust upon him last week if he could have kept it through a waltz. The thought of that ordeal earned a mutter.
He stopped before the prince’s door. Sighing, he rapped thrice. “Soren? Do hurry. My schedule is not forgiving today.”
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Soren jumped at the knock, the light of excitement filling his eyes. Finally, just a few more unbearable moments pandering to his father and he would be free! He scrambled off the bed, showing up at the door with slightly rumpled clothes because of it. He gave his head a shake, figuring that would do for making himself presentable, as he grumbled under his breath. "Your schedule? I'm the one gettin' out of this dump..."
"I'm here!" He shouted as he shoved the door open, slightly out of breath by virtue of nothing more than his own excitement. "We ready to go?" He grinned, expecting to be let loose that very second.
"I'm here!" He shouted as he shoved the door open, slightly out of breath by virtue of nothing more than his own excitement. "We ready to go?" He grinned, expecting to be let loose that very second.
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The king’s icy eyes swept over Soren. "You're going out like that?" He reached beneath his spectacles and rubbed at the bags beneath his eyes. “I suppose no matter how you go they’ll grind it to dust in the rumor mill anyway . And we not going anywhere, but I’m sure you realized that.”
The king glanced around the hall. “Your guard should arrive any moment. He’d better hurry as well.” He dangled a golden watch by its chain, eyes glued to the tick of the second hand. “Time is wasting. In the meantime...” His hand rested on his hip. "Recall the ground rules?"
The king glanced around the hall. “Your guard should arrive any moment. He’d better hurry as well.” He dangled a golden watch by its chain, eyes glued to the tick of the second hand. “Time is wasting. In the meantime...” His hand rested on his hip. "Recall the ground rules?"
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*Whoops, wrong place... Trying to figure out how to delete this.*
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Dariusz nearly choked on his kabob as the monk suggested that he share a room with the lady, eyes bulging as he hacked, grasping at his throat. After a few moments, however, he seemed to regain control of himself, clearing his throat and shaking his head. "Yes," he coughed at last, seeing the situation had resolved itself. "Thank you. Let's go," he suggested as he walked alongside her stiffly, mortified at himself and in general.
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Before Soren had a chance to answer, a loud clanging made its way down the hall as a man in plate armor approached. Stopping three feet from the King, Gatswin saluted stiffly, then bowed his head respectfully. "M'lord," he said. "Reportin' as ordered, Sir."
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Before Soren had a chance to answer, a loud clanging made its way down the hall as a man in plate armor approached. Stopping three feet from the King, Gatswin saluted stiffly, then bowed his head respectfully. "M'lord," he said. "Reportin' as ordered, Sir."
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"Like what?" Soren shrugged at his father's dismissal, wondering what could possibly be wrong with the outfit he'd chosen for the day. In his eyes, the numerous brocade suits which lined his wardrobe were no different from any of the others, all simply falling into the category of 'stupid and overly-fancy.' (Many a time, his governesses had been ordered to choose his clothing for him during important meetings and events.)
"Yeah yeah yeah, I know the stupid- ...Wait, Guard?" Poor, foolish Soren. And he'd thought sneaking out without any of the palace residents knowing was as easy as asking for a day out on the town. The next second, said guard appeared, a great bulwark of a man in thick plate armor. Soren stared at the huge man, taking on a rather displeased expression. "Awwww c'mon..." he muttered to himself, mind already trying to calculate the best way of ditching the sour-faced guard.
"Yeah yeah yeah, I know the stupid- ...Wait, Guard?" Poor, foolish Soren. And he'd thought sneaking out without any of the palace residents knowing was as easy as asking for a day out on the town. The next second, said guard appeared, a great bulwark of a man in thick plate armor. Soren stared at the huge man, taking on a rather displeased expression. "Awwww c'mon..." he muttered to himself, mind already trying to calculate the best way of ditching the sour-faced guard.
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((Ffffrickin' Dorae! >:C ))
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Gatswin couldn't hold back the frown that squeezed at his face as he set eyes upon the gilded boy, lines growing on his face. "An honor t' meetcha, M'lord," he said with a tight jaw, fists flexing. Hard to believe this undisciplined scamp was the son of the King.
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The king clicked his toe against the floor. "Soren. You're the prince of two cities. Do you ever really think? We have to be careful, especially now." He swallowed hard. With one last scan, he stuffed his watch into his pocket. "Right! My appointments. Buck knows what to do even if you've forgotten."
He nodded at Gatswin. "Don't let him give you a hard time. I expect a report when you return." In a storm of clicks and clacks, the king departed.
OOC: ((Sadly, I don't think there's any way to delete posts. Don't worry about it, though. It happens. :,D Also, I'm going to wait on posting with Pluna just yet so that Viper has a chance to respond.))
He nodded at Gatswin. "Don't let him give you a hard time. I expect a report when you return." In a storm of clicks and clacks, the king departed.
OOC: ((Sadly, I don't think there's any way to delete posts. Don't worry about it, though. It happens. :,D Also, I'm going to wait on posting with Pluna just yet so that Viper has a chance to respond.))
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"I think!" Soren crossed his arms in front of his chest, indignant despite his statement's complete dearth of truth in anyone's eyes but his own. He followed this with a sigh signature to every rebellious youth thwarted by a parent. He turned to the guard at last. "Hi there, uhh, Buck was your name, right?" Soren knew the sort of men his father usually hired, stony and grim-faced, but he thought getting on the guard's good side was at least worth a try. Who knew, maybe a kind word (and a slightly greased pocket) might be enough to let off the hook!
At last his father departed, and he breathed a sigh of relief, posture immediately slouching into something more comfortable. Looking over at Buck, he shot the man a nervous grin. "So, you, uhh, leave the castle often?"
At last his father departed, and he breathed a sigh of relief, posture immediately slouching into something more comfortable. Looking over at Buck, he shot the man a nervous grin. "So, you, uhh, leave the castle often?"
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Thomas bowed low, showing his respect. "Forgive me, lady. I do not get out of the abbey very much, and I apologize for having offended you. It just seemed to me that traveling alone might not be the best idea. What with," He paused, trying to think of the right words, "With everything that's been happening lately. This plague that has descended upon our fair land."
He finished the last of the kebab. "I only hear rumours of it, whispered in the dark of night, but I know when something is wrong in our country. And something is very wrong."
The group turned to go, leaving the vendor to contentedly count his money. "Mayhaps it would be best if I continued alone." Thomas bowed out, slowly backing away and melting into the crowd. He heard the two murmuring behind him as he turned the corner, and his ears burned with embarrassment.
He finished the last of the kebab. "I only hear rumours of it, whispered in the dark of night, but I know when something is wrong in our country. And something is very wrong."
The group turned to go, leaving the vendor to contentedly count his money. "Mayhaps it would be best if I continued alone." Thomas bowed out, slowly backing away and melting into the crowd. He heard the two murmuring behind him as he turned the corner, and his ears burned with embarrassment.
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The plague. The curse. The corruption. Whatever the word, the point was clear -- people were talking. The young woman swallowed. Best to reserve comment.
"Ah, of course I forgive you," said Pluna. She bit her lip and returned the bow. "I don't mean to accuse you of anything. It's just..." She scraped the sole of her shoe over the road's surface. Despite the sturdy, down to earth architecture of the marketplace, cracks laced many a cobblestone and exterior. "I was raised to be cautious. That's all." When she looked up again, the monk was retreating. "Sir! You don't have to," she called, "if you don't want to. That is, I suppose we're tackling the market together. " She nodded toward Dariusz. "A third pair of eyes couldn't hurt, could it? We are all strangers here."
With that, she started for the shops, ponytail swinging behind her. Shouts of peddlers and food mongers pierced the air all around, but Pluna concentrated on the bright windows of more permanent establishments. One displayed a pair of autumn ensembles. "There! Just what I needed." Sighing, she shrugged off Dariusz's cloak. Goosebumps covered her neck.
"Ah, of course I forgive you," said Pluna. She bit her lip and returned the bow. "I don't mean to accuse you of anything. It's just..." She scraped the sole of her shoe over the road's surface. Despite the sturdy, down to earth architecture of the marketplace, cracks laced many a cobblestone and exterior. "I was raised to be cautious. That's all." When she looked up again, the monk was retreating. "Sir! You don't have to," she called, "if you don't want to. That is, I suppose we're tackling the market together. " She nodded toward Dariusz. "A third pair of eyes couldn't hurt, could it? We are all strangers here."
With that, she started for the shops, ponytail swinging behind her. Shouts of peddlers and food mongers pierced the air all around, but Pluna concentrated on the bright windows of more permanent establishments. One displayed a pair of autumn ensembles. "There! Just what I needed." Sighing, she shrugged off Dariusz's cloak. Goosebumps covered her neck.
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Dariusz nodded back at her. "We might be able to find information together, as well," he added. "We all want to know about the corruption. We can take the time to speak to one another about what we've learned," he called out to the monk, hoping he would come back.
Dariusz took his cloak back from her with a nod, eyeing what she was looking at. "You dress very well for someone who travels so far," he remarked, looking up from the boots he was inspecting.
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Gatswin's nose wrinkled a millimeter as the prince addressed him, not entirely pleased to be addressed as if he had only now entered the room. "It's been my luck I 'aven't 'ad to lately," he remarked, studying the Prince up and down. "But if you're goin' out, I'll follow. That's why I'm here," he sighed, putting his hands on his hips as he moved aside, leaving the door free for Soren to walk through.
Dariusz took his cloak back from her with a nod, eyeing what she was looking at. "You dress very well for someone who travels so far," he remarked, looking up from the boots he was inspecting.
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Gatswin's nose wrinkled a millimeter as the prince addressed him, not entirely pleased to be addressed as if he had only now entered the room. "It's been my luck I 'aven't 'ad to lately," he remarked, studying the Prince up and down. "But if you're goin' out, I'll follow. That's why I'm here," he sighed, putting his hands on his hips as he moved aside, leaving the door free for Soren to walk through.
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Kain was always up very early, as he liked to head down to the markets when they opened. It was important, Kain thought, to observe the people, and to speak with them personally. The people often had good words for him, and he humbly accepted their thanks and made notes of what needed to be monitored or changed.
From there, it was back to the palace for lunch and a review of the country's holdings. He had always had a gift for numbers, though the work was exceedingly tedious. It brought to mind his days before he had become an adult, during which he would often catch the mistakes that so pervaded his father's accounts. Thankfully his work was usually finished early, and he had to himself a great deal of free time. Much of that was spent with Soren, the boy, in whom he had discovered a love of hunting and the outdoors. As such, Kain made every effort to engage Soren and maintain their friendship.
"You leaving the palace today, young lord?" Kain asked, looking up from the large table across which he had spread several reams of documents. "Good weather out today. I wouldn't mind stepping out myself."
From there, it was back to the palace for lunch and a review of the country's holdings. He had always had a gift for numbers, though the work was exceedingly tedious. It brought to mind his days before he had become an adult, during which he would often catch the mistakes that so pervaded his father's accounts. Thankfully his work was usually finished early, and he had to himself a great deal of free time. Much of that was spent with Soren, the boy, in whom he had discovered a love of hunting and the outdoors. As such, Kain made every effort to engage Soren and maintain their friendship.
"You leaving the palace today, young lord?" Kain asked, looking up from the large table across which he had spread several reams of documents. "Good weather out today. I wouldn't mind stepping out myself."
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"I can't afford much here. Unless you mean…" Pluna tugged the hem of her shirt and sighed. "I thought I should look my best among strangers." Even inside the shop, she wrapped her arms around her shoulders. "One of my hastier decisions,” she added. She’d made a lot of those lately. A faint blush crept across her cheeks.
Pluna lifted the sleeve of a woolen cloak and fingered its lining. “Yes. That will do.” She glanced at the heavyset dogwoman leaning over the shop counter. “Is this for sale?”
The seamstress’s silken ears perked. “Of course.” She took Pluna’s money and swept the cloak off the display. Her curling tail swished back and forth. “Do you need a fitting, miss? Should I lengthen the hem?”
“No thank you.” Pluna accepted the garment. She slipped it on without removing her other one. The drab green clashed with the sleek azure beneath it. It didn’t matter how stupid she looked, Pluna reasoned, so long as she stayed warm. That was the lesson for the day.
She smiled at Dariusz and leaned against the wall. “Better. Much better. I believe I’m done. I’ll just wait here.” Pluna’s view of the shop began to blur. Her chin touched her chest. For a moment, she stood there, the picture of a dozing horse. Shaking herself awake again, she cursed under her breath.
Pluna lifted the sleeve of a woolen cloak and fingered its lining. “Yes. That will do.” She glanced at the heavyset dogwoman leaning over the shop counter. “Is this for sale?”
The seamstress’s silken ears perked. “Of course.” She took Pluna’s money and swept the cloak off the display. Her curling tail swished back and forth. “Do you need a fitting, miss? Should I lengthen the hem?”
“No thank you.” Pluna accepted the garment. She slipped it on without removing her other one. The drab green clashed with the sleek azure beneath it. It didn’t matter how stupid she looked, Pluna reasoned, so long as she stayed warm. That was the lesson for the day.
She smiled at Dariusz and leaned against the wall. “Better. Much better. I believe I’m done. I’ll just wait here.” Pluna’s view of the shop began to blur. Her chin touched her chest. For a moment, she stood there, the picture of a dozing horse. Shaking herself awake again, she cursed under her breath.
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Re: The Nature of Scars
Yep. I've spoken to Baron, and he's spoken to Eteles for me. I meant to edit my last post before now. Orz
Anyway, they're both okay with doing what I proposed if it's feasible, but locking onto a specific idea that does everything we need it to do is easier said than done. Doing my best, though. xD
Nice avatar, by the way.
Anyway, they're both okay with doing what I proposed if it's feasible, but locking onto a specific idea that does everything we need it to do is easier said than done. Doing my best, though. xD
Nice avatar, by the way.
Re: The Nature of Scars
Yeah. Hrm. We may be able to briefly move Soren offscreen until such a time that Baron is able to pick him back up if it's okay with Baron. I can NPC any roles needed and tweak the story as necessary, but the situation is pretty tightly constructed right now, and Soren is currently the link to the events of the game for both Dariusz and Kain. I'm trying to think of a way that we reasonably could get Soren offscreen without further in-game response and without preventing him from coming in later while maintaining that link... I'll bring it up again with Baron and see if he has any ideas. If he could squeeze out, like, one more post, I do have a couple thoughts. But I'll just have to see what he thinks.
Re: [OOC] The Nature of Scars
Yes, that could present a small issue.
I'm sorry to hear that. I wish that there was something that I could do.
I'm sorry to hear that. I wish that there was something that I could do.
Re: [OOC] The Nature of Scars
I have a few times. Baron talks to him more, though.
In any case, it seems Baron is having serious trouble writing Soren lately despite repeated attempts. I'm not sure what to do as there's no tidy way to get past this in-game. Hopefully I can come up with a solution.
In any case, it seems Baron is having serious trouble writing Soren lately despite repeated attempts. I'm not sure what to do as there's no tidy way to get past this in-game. Hopefully I can come up with a solution.
Re: [OOC] The Nature of Scars
I have never spoken to Eteles myself.
Please let me know when things get sorted out. I'm also happy to help brainstorm with you for additional material as necessary.
Please let me know when things get sorted out. I'm also happy to help brainstorm with you for additional material as necessary.
Re: [OOC] The Nature of Scars
Ahh, I see. I spoke with Baron again yesterday, and I'll send out some PMs myself if he's not chatting with Eteles when I talk to him today. I think he's pretty busy with school right now (as am I, and I'd say that's what claimed Genome), but hopefully we can get the show on the road again soon. I'll also inquire around as to whether lack of sufficient material to respond to on my part is an issue because that, at least, I can try to remedy. xD
Re: [OOC] The Nature of Scars
He mentioned that to me about a couple of weeks ago, several days after I initially posted. If you'd like me to get in touch with Eteles, I can PM her. Sorry to hear about Genome.
Re: [OOC] The Nature of Scars
I'm not sure. I've talked to Baron, who says he has some of his post written already, and I asked him to poke Eteles for me. Genome I will hopefully talk to soon, and I can PM otherwise.
Edit: Genome may be bowing out due to time constraints.
Edit: Genome may be bowing out due to time constraints.
Re: [OOC] The Nature of Scars
It's been a couple of weeks. Are we ready to get a move on, or are we still waiting for something?
Re: [OOC] The Nature of Scars
Sorry for taking so long to post. Sometimes I hang back a few days to see if any other responses will roll in before I do, and then I got slammed with a bunch of writing assignments. *shakes fist in the direction of literary criticism, business reports, news articles, and technical documents*
Nice to have most of the crowd introduced, though.
Nice to have most of the crowd introduced, though.
Re: [OOC] The Nature of Scars
Marionette wrote:Not compared to most of what I've been doing lately. :v It is fairly relaxed and open, but plot and structure exist.
Ah, I see. If interacting with the king in any way would helpful, just let me know. He's still hanging around the palace, though obviously he's pretty busy at the moment (though perhaps that could be business with an adviser?). Both Soren and Gatswin are still in the palace as well, and it is certainly possible that either of the two sets could bump into him outside.
Baron and I spoke a couple of days ago and we got a chance to discuss it. On learning that Soren was planning to leave, Kain would probably explain that he had some trapping and hunting experience and would offer his services to help keep Soren safe. We also agreed that Soren would already know that Kain used to be a hunter, and as Soren and Kain would probably already be friends, I figured that Soren might want Kain to come along.
Re: [OOC] The Nature of Scars
Not compared to most of what I've been doing lately. :v It is fairly relaxed and open, but plot and structure exist.
Ah, I see. If interacting with the king in any way would helpful, just let me know. He's still hanging around the palace, though obviously he's pretty busy at the moment (though perhaps that could be business with an adviser?). Both Soren and Gatswin are still in the palace as well, and it is certainly possible that either of the two sets could bump into him outside.
Ah, I see. If interacting with the king in any way would helpful, just let me know. He's still hanging around the palace, though obviously he's pretty busy at the moment (though perhaps that could be business with an adviser?). Both Soren and Gatswin are still in the palace as well, and it is certainly possible that either of the two sets could bump into him outside.
Re: [OOC] The Nature of Scars
If anything, this is a less formal role play.
Currently, I am struggling to fit Kain anywhere into either party. My initial idea was to have him hanging around with the Radesi royal family as a political or economic adviser, and I expected that there would be more time before Soren and company departed. It's possible, I suppose, that he could be met on the road by one party or the other.
Currently, I am struggling to fit Kain anywhere into either party. My initial idea was to have him hanging around with the Radesi royal family as a political or economic adviser, and I expected that there would be more time before Soren and company departed. It's possible, I suppose, that he could be met on the road by one party or the other.
Re: [OOC] The Nature of Scars
Just poking the OOC a bit~
I'm kind of curious as to whether everyone is content with the way things are going so far. I sort of feel like I should have started it after Pluna finished getting supplies. I've gotten used to bigger groups where more "setup" is required to round diverse characters up, so that's probably where my mind was when I did the intro. In this instance, though, I'm afraid it was kind of unnecessary. So yeah, if there's anything I can do to improve the experience or help anyone out, let me know! I'm definitely rusty at this formal RP business, and I value player input in general.
I'm kind of curious as to whether everyone is content with the way things are going so far. I sort of feel like I should have started it after Pluna finished getting supplies. I've gotten used to bigger groups where more "setup" is required to round diverse characters up, so that's probably where my mind was when I did the intro. In this instance, though, I'm afraid it was kind of unnecessary. So yeah, if there's anything I can do to improve the experience or help anyone out, let me know! I'm definitely rusty at this formal RP business, and I value player input in general.
Re: [OOC] The Nature of Scars
Yay! I'll look it over and get back to you as soon as I can. Hopefully tonight, but I sense that I may be crashing soon, so potentially tomorrow.
If the reason works for you, it most likely works for me. I was just offering alternatives in case anybody really wanted or needed their character to start out someplace else. As for that, we can work this either way. I don't have any hard plans along those lines, but I'm pretty adaptable here. If it seems prudent to split up IC at any point, it can certainly happen.
If the reason works for you, it most likely works for me. I was just offering alternatives in case anybody really wanted or needed their character to start out someplace else. As for that, we can work this either way. I don't have any hard plans along those lines, but I'm pretty adaptable here. If it seems prudent to split up IC at any point, it can certainly happen.
Re: [OOC] The Nature of Scars
I've gone ahead and submitted a character for your review, Marionette. Please take a look at it when you can and get back to me through PM regarding any changes that need to be made-- I don't want to clutter the OOC thread with any character-specific discussion.
My character does have at least some reason to be in Radess right now, which is mentioned briefly in the history. I'm happy to elaborate as necessary, or he can be somewhere else at the beginning of the story. Marionette, do you plan to conduct the various characters as part on one cohesive unit? More frequently, big groups like this one are split into teams-- the Fellowship, for example, rarely stayed together.
My character does have at least some reason to be in Radess right now, which is mentioned briefly in the history. I'm happy to elaborate as necessary, or he can be somewhere else at the beginning of the story. Marionette, do you plan to conduct the various characters as part on one cohesive unit? More frequently, big groups like this one are split into teams-- the Fellowship, for example, rarely stayed together.
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Yes, that's a pretty good plan. Exactly when it happens depends on the locations and actions of the involved characters. Whatever suits your character's style as long as we can logically make contact at some point. I tried to leave cues in the first post which would allow characters to notice Pluna or at least the vendor, and if you're doing something in the area she might notice you, but other entrances are perfectly acceptable (as Eteles points out, there's the good old "drum up a party at the tavern" route once Pluna, Dariusz, and anybody else they run into are organized). This may get a tad meta-y, but I didn't want to restrict how you could and couldn't start out too harshly. As for Pluna, though, she does intend to make her way to the castle and see if there's anything she can find out and, unlikely as she knows it is, whether she can get an audience.
In other news, I am excited. Baron drew a lovely picture of Pluna and is iconing it for me so I shall have something to replace Annoying Placeholder Butterfly (tm) with. I was drawing her myself, but I am so lazy when it comes to art I may not get any further than this.
I'm just really excited about this RP in general. And RP at all. Oh my goodness.
Eteles! :o When you have enough forum posts to send PMs (10, which are most easily attained in the Forum Games section; it's an anti-spam measure), I sent you a PM (before I remembered that new members needed the posts >_>), and also I have some other things to talk to you about that are not mentioned in the PM. Just some ideas I want your blessing and/or input on if you want to hear them. Genome's already down for them, and Baron isn't sure he actually wants to know because he likes surprises. xD
(... s-so weird using usernames. xD)
In other news, I am excited. Baron drew a lovely picture of Pluna and is iconing it for me so I shall have something to replace Annoying Placeholder Butterfly (tm) with. I was drawing her myself, but I am so lazy when it comes to art I may not get any further than this.
I'm just really excited about this RP in general. And RP at all. Oh my goodness.
Eteles! :o When you have enough forum posts to send PMs (10, which are most easily attained in the Forum Games section; it's an anti-spam measure), I sent you a PM (before I remembered that new members needed the posts >_>), and also I have some other things to talk to you about that are not mentioned in the PM. Just some ideas I want your blessing and/or input on if you want to hear them. Genome's already down for them, and Baron isn't sure he actually wants to know because he likes surprises. xD
(... s-so weird using usernames. xD)
Re: [OOC] The Nature of Scars
Hi, Judged. I don't think we have a dedicated hunter right now, no. Dariusz has some very simple rudimentary hunting skills, but he doesn't really know the wild, and I think the group could very much use a ranger/hunter to guide them through the more perilous bits at this point, if you're considering joining.
Also, Hi Viper. :) I really like your character, looking forward to playing with him.
I figured we'd meet at the castle. Soren's the prince, after all, and everyone's heard about the princess. Those of us who are actually seeking to start the quest would go there first (Pluna and Dariusz, as far as I know.) They might later go to a tavern to recruit others.
Also, Hi Viper. :) I really like your character, looking forward to playing with him.
I figured we'd meet at the castle. Soren's the prince, after all, and everyone's heard about the princess. Those of us who are actually seeking to start the quest would go there first (Pluna and Dariusz, as far as I know.) They might later go to a tavern to recruit others.
Re: [OOC] The Nature of Scars
Pluna is in Radess. I added all cities plus the wilds as Places. Every post has a hash tag at the top that says where it is. Any activity taking place in a city or its surrounding area should go in the city's Place, and anything taking place somewhere not a part of a civilization should go into The Wilds (I know that's quite a larger area than any citystate but... I didn't know how to logically split it up any further and didn't want to get excessive with places xD). If everyone has a legitimate reason to be in Radess, that would be the smoothest place, but if not we can certainly make other plans.
Also, as a bit of extra information, Radess isn't that cold right now, so sorry if that was misleading. It's chilly, but it's not freezing. Pluna's just not used to cool weather. If we ever have a reason to go to Atlur... pfffff, poor girl.
Also, as a bit of extra information, Radess isn't that cold right now, so sorry if that was misleading. It's chilly, but it's not freezing. Pluna's just not used to cool weather. If we ever have a reason to go to Atlur... pfffff, poor girl.
