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Yvandír member of RPG for 3 years

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just your average guy, who enjoy's roleplaying, tabletop or otherwise still consider myself learning however
58,606 words written.
227 total posts.
255 words per post.
38 posts per roleplay.
216 average days in a roleplay.
6 universes joined.
1.22 INK received in tips.

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40k and associated lore
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0- 0-2006
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0.51 INK received for post #2780481, located in Exalted Mountains:

From the start of the very earth's trembling; the few remaining Realm Forgers had begun their last motions in a plan long in the making, the ancient people built this last forge after the forming of these mountains all those millennia ago. Kardel ushered the last of the Forge masters deep into the underground, away from the body of the colossi.

Riak watched as his father and his people abandoned the last forge, his goal elsewhere, he would do battle as the previous Thane had done, the 14ft tall giantlike being bounded through the tunnels and veins that wormed throughout the Colossi, carrying a bundle of Pitons a foot long and at least 4inches thick. he would use these magic imbued pitons to destroy a leg at least, once embedded in the rock with a whispered command phrase the Pitons would explode with the power of a megatonne bomb.

the Thane would breach the surface at the waist, standing on a ledge that had eroded into the body of the giant monster in its slumber.

"Never did we think this day would come... and for that, we were ill-prepared." unhooking a pair of gauntlets and a pair of metal frames to be worn over his boots, the spiked items would allow him some manner of safety as he began the climb towards the heart.

0.25 INK received for post #2751321, located in The Andromeda Galaxy:

deep within the void of the Andromeda, far from any inhabited systems, a once dormant Webway gate began to sluggishly power up, the psychoactive crystals dotting the colossal crescent moon shaped gateway. these Crystals began to glow as their deep hidden power returned to them, and one by one each crystal began to shine brilliantly, almost like stars.

this process had taken little more than two minutes before, from the inner ring of the crescent, azure blue lightning of psykic power arched towards the center where it would peel back the blackness of the void into a turquoise blue portal, and from the twisting tunnels of the webway.

First of the ships to exit the webway gate were the Mírandon's battleship escorts and cruisers, followed by the lighter class ships and then Mírandon itself, the craftworld only just fit within the gateway. the colossal 'world ship' slower than its defenders but just as graceful as those ships almost a school of fish that swam around a much larger beast.

across the hull of the Mírandon its 'habitats' housing millions of Aeldari who wished to stay aboard the craftworld that had for so many millennia been their home and granted them safety. cities with a view to the void constructed from wraithbone. a psycho-reactive material, incredibly strong, highly resistant to damage, limited self-repair, and with the right psykic presence malleable to any form the Bonesingers so desire.

From the chamber of the autarchs, Vallek and his council watched the transition and solemnly looked to one another.

"the last time we left Myran was some nine thousand years ago, how are you so sure that we do so without risking the secrecy of our home?" one of the council spoke up.

The rest looked from Vallek whom clad in his heavy aspect armour and his blade at his waist. "I'm not, we leave Myran under the care of half the fleet, as we always have...however the Farseers have cast their runes and in time we will have no choice but to abandon Myran... unless we set out to alter the course of fate." Vallek stood up and walked away from the circle looking out into the void across the length of the craftworld. "I do so, knowing that I risk every man, woman, and child aboard the craftworld. and it is for that reason that any and all threats will be dealt with."

a unifying nod of agreement went about the council and the autarchs dispersed to meditate the details of the council, train or watch over the craftworld.

"Kaileth, I sensed your entry hours ago" he turned to watch the cloaked pathfinder step forward from his hiding spot, the relic long rifle hung from the pathfinder's shoulder, there was no chatter between the two, but to scholars of the Imperium of man, it was known that the Aeldari could hold entire conversations based off body language alone, the language of the Eldar was beyond any complete understanding the Imperium, one subtle tone in voice or shift in body could be the difference of inviting death or leaving the meeting alive.

"many of the autarchs are afraid, and so are you Vallek" Kaileth broke the silence. "of course we are, we have no idea where this webway path has brought us. But, I believe you're about to tell me all I need to know." Vallek said seriously and Kaileth nodded

"you've entered the Multiverse, and there are many empires and dominions of power seeking control or influence."

0.25 INK received for post #2782767, located in The Last Forge:

Kardal's people had finished evacuating and disconnecting the wider forge, leaving the settlements most powerful forge and half their home safe from the rampages of the walking catastrophe above ground and which the upper quarter of their mountain home existed. Kardal struck the black marble floor with his staff. much of his people were still recovering from the shock of it all happening again.

though the elder stoic in motion approached the paladin. "you enter this hallowed place with a purpose" the ancient being motioned to one of the surrounding smithing pits. "you are free to work. though this forge has long since stood silent. allow me and my ken to reignite it"

Kardal turned to face his people many of whom were already making ready for the reawakening of the forge. "we know our tasks, we know the monsters we now stand against once more." he speaks with a heavy breath and nods quietly before continuing. "and once more a soul forge shall be ignited so that Gaia's chosen may do battle against their foe."

with a heavy slam. Kardal strikes the ground with his staff, causing the marble to crack, those cracks filling with light as the energies and souls of the builder's dead are released to ignite the forge, azure blue flames igniting within the Furnace's core, soon the pit surrounding the colossal forge would fill with magma and from carved out river beds water would flow, the magic of the builders returning the forge to life. those smiths whos craft lay in the construction of magical arms and armours would wade into the magma, unhindered by the heat and empowered by the forge begin their tasks.

turning back to the paladin Kardal would hold out a small medallion attached to a platinum chain. "This artefact shall protect you from the heat of the forge."

0.01 INK received for post #2728006, located in Exalted Mountains:

To all who had witnessed it, the massive ancient dragon Dorant Magthulia would have seemed to vanish instantly in a brilliant flare of light.

This however was not the case. Far above their heads, where the dragons own had once been, there fell from the sky a small and frail appearing humanoid form.

For most, falling from such a great and terrible height would be a terrifying experience, but should any have been able to hear his words, they would think the man insane.

"Most curious... I would have thought the transformation would be slow, perhaps even painfully so, but no. Furthermore it appears that all the energy of my being has indeed remained within my grasp, although not within my body. My mass is no longer the same as it was, leading me to believe it has been converted to an energy state, which makes sense. Perhaps the most perplexing is, surprisingly, the lack of my tail. So strange to think something I live my whole life with, to the point of forgetting it's presence, is no longer there. Walking will be rather difficult I think, I'll have to compensate for the lack of counter balance that it provided. Flight will be a bit more laborious now I think, having no wings. I'll have to rely on magical conveyance for that now I suppose. Hmmmm I wonder how I change back."

This is only a sample of the ramblings of the old man who fell from the sky down upon the gates of the dwarven city, teeming with their forces as it was.

0.01 INK received for post #2761458, located in Exalted Mountains:

She didn't even get to make a friendly introduction with the man! The rain came down harder on the odd trio and she sprinted for cover with them. Aetheria traveled for the first time on her own, the right of passage a unique one for her family. If she could convince her parents to not take up the family tradition of woodcutting, then she could put her roots somewhere else. She giggled at the raindrops that tickled her nose.

Maybe it was in her genetics, but she felt more alive in nature. Aetheria stepped from hiding and began to dance in the rain, her tongue reached out to taste a few raindrops that fell from the blackened sky. To any other person, she'd look half-crazy, but it was her elven nature getting the better of her. Rain didn't bother her, but welcomed her. She could feel the electricity in the air, as silver streaks sparked across the sky. She didn't have to be educated in why it would bother Brishen, or even Sireth. They weren't like her kind. Her mother explained this fact to her when she was younger. Nature had a way with elves, but it was unnatural and even ethereal.

Aetheria giggled and smoothed down her rain soaked hair, her skin glistened with a newness, her spirit lifted thrice from the experience. She missed home, but this was no time to be homesick! The young half-elf motioned toward her companions.

"Come on, scaredy cats! Last one to reach a tavern, buys the food and drink!" Aetheria exclaimed and giggled into a sprint. If the cat wanted more pets, he'd have to follower her. Likewise, if Brishen wanted company, or explanations, he'd have to follow suit of the strange half-elf.