He watched Ashe shifted back into a girl and smirked at the sight of her covered in paint. It had been years since he saw her like that, and he found his sentimentality getting the best of him. Seeing her with splotches of paint all over her was an extremely familiar sight. Whenever she painted in the Guild, she would end up wearing more paint than she put on the canvas. kalt
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Medic / Alchemist
Age: 38 | Height: 6’ 1” | Race: Abandoned | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds Level: 3 - Strg: 9 - Dext: 24 - Endr: 12 - Luck: 6 - Int:
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12-15-2018, 05:39 PM
the Resurrected Sword
Warden of Halo / Guildmaster ✓
Age: 34 | Height: 6'4" | Race: Hybrid | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Halo Level: 14 - Strg: 74 - Dext: 74 - Endr: 75 - Luck: 80 - Int: 3
Played by: Heather
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12-15-2018, 11:56 PM
Photo taken at Hero's Square in Budapest, Hungary Also brief mentions of @Wessex ;D Captain Clueless continuing to report for duty.
Messenger
Age: 28 | Height: 5'0" | Race: Attuned x Abandoned | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds Level: 7 (lvl 3 Attuned) - Strg: 10 - Dext: 27 - Endr: 19 - Luck: 14 - Int:
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12-16-2018, 12:25 AM
the White Knight
Age: 34 | Height: 5'10 | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Torchline Level: 15 - Strg: 60 - Dext: 75 - Endr: 60 - Luck: 83 - Int: 3
Played by: Honey
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12-17-2018, 06:05 PM
Edrei and the newcomer could flirt all they liked - Ronin resisted the urge to smirk and roll his eyes. Instead he settled his attention wholly on @amalia (and by extension @jorseval , but it wasn't a choice he actively made). His blue eyes grew interested as she spoke of the lanterns, gazing past her to the glowing things attached to one of the posts. To remember the Old Gods... Were they related to what she had been singing, then?
All at once, though, she was offering them food, and damn if it didn't look appetising. [say]"I mean, if you don't mind,"[/say] he murmured, mentally packing that information away for later. Four loaves... four Gods? [say]"So can anyone make a lantern?"[/say] he asked curiously, moving to kneel beside her and examine the bread. [say]"And what of these Old Gods...? I'm not from... well, here. I don't know anything about them."[/say]
Leatherworker
Age: 36 | Height: 175cm / 5'9 | Race: Abandoned | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds Level: 3 - Strg: 16 - Dext: 17 - Endr: 20 - Luck: 8 - Int:
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12-19-2018, 10:39 AM
[ I know I'm super late to this but please anyone come and hang out with Rory! I skimmed the thread so I know the gist of what's going on but I'm not 100% sure who is near who so I'm just sticking him with Wessex for now... ]
Rory had long ago stopped making a lantern for his father. He had never met the man anyway; he'd just grown up with stories of a husband who was down-to-earth and not very forgiving, but not altogether bad. Rory had often imagined him to be like the father of his best friend—the closest he'd come to a male role model, really—but the older he got, the more he realized that the two had likely been nothing at all alike. No, Rory did not make a lantern for his dead father. Yet he hung two from his stakes, both made from thin and carefully cured goat hides stretched over a metal frame. Their shapes were whimsical, the hides painted with swaths of soft colors, mixing and blending like the night sky. Painstakingly he had jotted down some of their constellations with bright white pigment. Candles burned within, giving them the appearance of being pieces of the night sky brought down to the surface. Gently, he touched the chain from which one hung. His sister was somewhere else in the crowd—it had been many years since they'd hung theirs together. He still wasn't sure how he felt about that, although it'd largely been his choice. And of course the Outlanders came, in droves, unaware of what was going on—some were louder, some were thoughtful. Rory's eyes, bright and blue and intense in the lantern-lit dark, watched them with uncharacteristic cold and wariness. Most of the time he did not mind them, but here they were treading upon something sacred, and Rory ill liked the way some of them moved. It made him feel sick and sad and worried, afraid to leave his lanterns lest someone's lack of care knock them over; his palms were sweaty and his pulse fast and light. This was not who he wanted to be. And yet, he did not want this moment ruined; perhaps he had himself to blame, for not having told them of the upcoming festival. Slowly Rory left this lanterns, gravitating towards the fire, towards the voice of authority, the one speaking what likely many of them felt. He found himself standing beside @Wessex, at war with himself. [say]"I don't like this,"[/say] he said quietly to the Ascended woman, fidgeting with the hem of his worn greatcoat.
Hunter / Wilderness Guide
Age: 39 | Height: 5' 10'' | Race: Attuned | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Level: 6 - Strg: 17 - Dext: 19 - Endr: 17 - Luck: 12 - Int:
Played by: Crooked
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12-21-2018, 04:43 PM
If he’d had his druthers, Koel would avoid parties and festivities of any kind. They’d been seemingly omnipresent in Northaven: every single event had required some sort of ridiculous ball or gala or even more pretentious gathering. Weddings had been the worst—what with that dumb rule about having to marry—but honestly, the people of his old world hadn’t seemed to mind as much as he did. So, while the conditions under the bubble were harsh, in one way he was glad that he was no longer forced to suffer through the ridiculous niceties of Northaven.
He should’ve known he wouldn’t be that lucky. It seemed this new world had its own share of traditions and customs. Luckily, he was no longer obligated to go, so he was fully intending to stay away. He even had the perfect excuse: recuperating from lingering injuries sustained during exploration. However, as the lights had started flying into the sky and the sounds of revelry had drifted through the ruins, he’d stirred, something deep within him needing a connection. He felt like he hadn’t talked to anyone, not really, not since he first came here, to awash in pain and wallowing in his ongoing grief over his losses. Perhaps it was time to change that. So, despite his reservations, he’d hobbled his way over to the gathering. When he arrived, he hovered by the edges of it—simply taking in the scene and observing those present—before deciding that even he, introverted as he was, probably should make an effort to talk to people. But he didn’t want to talk to people he knew; they’d want to talk about where he’d been, and fret over him, and generally he wasn’t in the mood for serious conversation tonight. Besides, he still hadn’t gotten to know these natives—or, at least, hadn’t found a way to communicate effectively with them—so he wanted to see if he could rectify that. Spotting unfamiliar faces in @wessex and @rory, he limped over to them, as friendly a smile as he could manage on his face. It wasn’t very, and it slipped away soon enough. Koel wasn’t good at smiling. [say]”Evening, folks.”[/say] At least his voice came out smoothly enough; if nothing else, managing the ridiculousness of bluebloods had taught him to be polite. the Firebrand
Headmaster / Grand Healer ✓
Age: 30 | Height: 5' 11' | Race: Attuned x Abandoned | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Halo Level: 11 - Strg: 32 - Dext: 33 - Endr: 35 - Luck: 39 - Int:
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Loren almost hadn’t gone. He wasn’t a people person, and he didn’t like large groups—the probability something would go wrong seemed exponentially higher the more individuals were added to the mix—so there wasn’t really anything that would’ve brought him out to this party even under normal circumstances. Beyond that, his circumstances were anything but normal. He’d been avoiding his family like the plague ever since he’d broken with them. Edy, at least, would be in the thick of things at this, no doubt being her usually carefree and reckless and destructive self.
But as he’d been sitting in the Atheneum, once again making an effort to figure out where the books had come from and what it actually possessed, he’d come to the realization that if he stayed away because of the Launceleyns, he’d be letting them win. And not once in his life had Loren ever allowed his family to beat him. So instead, he’d steeled his spine and marched out to where the lanterns were flying. He didn’t really know what to expect, but the array of lanterns was dazzling and frankly a bit disorienting. They made a patchwork of light and shadow that made it difficult to see anyone, made him think there were people and things were there weren't’, and made everyone’s form indistinct. In short, he basically hated all of this, but hopefully his eyes would adjust. Craning his head, Loren hoped to spot Remi—unknowing that his lover had fainted—but failed. He did, however, see Edy, and immediately ducked his head and walked in the opposite direction. Unfortunately, he was so focused on getting away from his relative that he nearly bowled someone over. [say]"Oh! Sorry miss, I didn't see you there."[/say] His cheeks burned as he stumbled backwards, away from @asavvi. Unsurprisingly, he'd made a fool of himself, but it was hardly the first time and he really didn't care about a stranger's opinion of him.
Soldier
Age: 42 | Height: 5' 9'' | Race: Ascended | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Level: 4 - Strg: 12 - Dext: 18 - Endr: 15 - Luck: 12 - Int:
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12-21-2018, 05:11 PM
Fire and festivals? Yeah, no, Elyna wasn’t going to go, since both of those things annoyed her and one of them was one of the fire things that could actually destroy her. Her kind were tough and nearly immortal, but a stray spark might do her in. However, everyone else seemed to be out there, and she’d yet to see a party that didn’t end in disaster, so after her initial internal refusal, she’d relented.
Honestly, the main reason she was going was so she could snoop. She didn’t trust these naturals as far as she could throw them (which, with some of them, was quite far, scrawny as they were) and she couldn’t help the nagging feeling that they either knew more than they were telling or they were responsible for the Northaveners plight. Of course, her investigative technique was to annoy people until they tried to fight or kill her, then follow that lead, so that required her to, you know, talk to people. So talk to them she would: this shindig was at night, so she would be at full strength and not crippled by the sun. Speeding over there, she’d halt in the shadows, eyes scanning the crowd, easily picking out who was who. Seeing as she had no friends—and no desire to make any—she didn’t have to say hello to anyone. Instead, she picked out likely targets. Wessex and Rory (though she didn’t know their names) might have been useful, since she’d engaged with them before, but that birdbrained former Overseer was with them. The man would no doubt object to her questioning, since he seemed like the type. The self-righteous overly masculine annoying fucker type, that is. Instead, she’d approach the strange looking women who similarly seemed to be holding themselves apart. @tae and @grusha weren’t known to Elyna—not that it mattered to her, since she wasn’t intimidated by anyone—but hopefully they’d know something. Not bothering to slow down, she ran over to them, appearing before them in a rush. [say]”Hey. What’s this all about?”[/say] As always, Elyna’s voice came out gruffly, but she wasn’t actively being unfriendly. Maybe she could learn. the Rapacious
Age: 28 | Height: 5'7 | Race: Ascended | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds Level: 6 - Strg: 20 - Dext: 20 - Endr: 21 - Luck: 5 - Int:
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12-21-2018, 06:52 PM
The way the colour rushes up @Amalia's cheeks makes the teenager grin, and Edy lets her eyes once again roam over the landscape of Amalia's changing expression. It isn't that she enjoys making anyone uncomfortable, moreso she likes making them feel anything. Usually it's just annoyance, but the coral colours on the woman's face indicates that even if her mind is uncomfortable, at least some part of her is enjoying this.
As @Sarya appeared, Edy grinned wickedly. [say]"Well, well, well."[/say] She purred in response, flashing her former drinking-companion a sultry wink. [say] "Something about the dead, I think."[/say] She replied with a lazy shrug of her shoulders. At least that's what she thought she heard Wessex yelling. She couldn't really be sure. Amalia's answer is a much better description, and Edy nudges Sarya gently with a raised eyebrow and a smirk. She should clearly just leave her lips to do other things, rather than explaining away traditions she clearly doesn't understand. With a grin, Edy accepts a chunk of bread and immediately pops it into her mouth. [say] "Oh yeah?"[/say] She asks curiousily. [say] "And...they like that sort of thing? Do they come down and eat it? or....?"[/say] Knowing basically nothing about gods, it did seem a bit strange that they needed to be fed as if they were farm animals or something. Still, the bread tasted delicious and Edy supposed that if she were a god, she would like to be fed. Glancing at @Ronin, Edy popped another piece of bread into her mouth. [say]"Why? You gonna make a lantern Cap? "[/say] She chuckled with a shit-eating grin. the Wraith
General of the Hollowed Grounds
Age: 47 | Height: 5'8'' | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds Level: 12 - Strg: 61 - Dext: 60 - Endr: 61 - Luck: 58 - Int: 2
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12-22-2018, 01:20 PM
Leatherworker
Age: 36 | Height: 175cm / 5'9 | Race: Abandoned | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds Level: 3 - Strg: 16 - Dext: 17 - Endr: 20 - Luck: 8 - Int:
Played by: Neowulf
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12-23-2018, 06:08 PM
@Wessex was hardly the woman he'd go to for sympathy, ever. While he wasn't going to go so far as to doubt that she expressed emotions in private, he certainly wasn't ever going to assume that she'd have time for his random bullshit.
But this wasn't about something like that. This was about their festival, and the horde of people drifting between their lanterns, like moths drawn to the flames. Rory tried, to see the best in them, to see only the curiosity, the desire to learn, and to not feel like a foreign object to be studied; his lanterns did not hang there for their amusement. His hands, without a pony's mane to work themselves into, kept moving, always. His fingers wound around each other, or picked at the edges of his worn coat, but aside from their ceaseless movements and the groove between his eyebrows nothing else gave his anxiety away. [say]"There's not a whole lot we can do about them,"[/say] he responded in a low voice; another note of anxiety threaded its way through the words. Short of outright trying to slaughter them, there just wasn't any way to get rid of them, and at most other times, Rory liked some of them far too much to want to off them all. He just didn't want them among their lanterns. He didn't want them at a Festival they did not understand. He wanted them to go away and become a problem for another day. But Wessex looked vicious in the firelight. Fortunately, the limping approach of one of the interlopers seemed to stall her. She still looked wild and indomitable, a predator hiding her teeth in the middle of an unsuspecting flock, but not quite coiled to spring at them anymore. The stranger headed straight for them, and though his smile was brief his voice seemed genuine enough, if a bit disused. [say]"Evening,"[/say] Rory responded, pleasantly surprised that Wessex spoke her own gruff greeting rather than beheading the man. [say]"You are hurt?"[/say] It was half-question, half-statement, directed at @Koel.
Weaver
Age: 27 | Height: 5'11" | Race: Attuned | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds Level: 0 - Strg: 10 - Dext: 12 - Endr: 13 - Luck: 0 - Int:
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12-25-2018, 08:43 PM
Scout
Age: 32 | Height: 5' 5" | Race: Ascended | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Level: 3 - Strg: 8 - Dext: 19 - Endr: 18 - Luck: 9 - Int:
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12-26-2018, 05:06 PM
the Penumbra
Queen of the Hollowed Grounds
Age: 34 | Height: 5'4" | Race: Ascended x Abandoned | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds Level: 4 Abandoned (Level 3 Ascended) - Strg: 19 - Dext: 14 - Endr: 20 - Luck: 9 - Int:
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12-28-2018, 06:12 AM
There appeared to be so many things happening at once. Her eyes lingered on @Bastien as he responded to her, offering him an easy smile while he introduced himself – his hand finding his chest in the gesture. She nodded her head to him lightly. “[say]Pleased to meet you Bastien.[/say]” She said quietly, turning her attention to the gathered crowd and a strange woman approach it, dump the alcohol into it and chant over the fire about how they’re for remembering the dead. Her eyebrows raised briefly, and she turned to look back to Archebold and Bastien with a small shrug of her shoulders. “[say]Suppose that answers that?[/say]” She responded, looking back to the lanterns with interest.
She still refrained from touching them, but curiously she wondered what they meant. Did the one nearby her with the boats on it mean the person fished? Or did they simply like boats? However, she turned to look and see as others made more lanterns when she spotted Remi being rushed away. Her brows furrowed slightly and she hoped she was okay, but didn’t rush to do anything. It seemed as though there were enough people there to take care of him, and she didn’t need to get in the way. She’d seek him out later and see how he was doing. So she turned her attention back to the crowd that was around her, offering them a kind grin, returning to Bastien’s earlier question. “[say]I, too, just arrived not long ago. Fell right on in.[/say]” She offered a kind laugh in response. | |||||
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