https://cotf-rpg.com/ Tue, 14 Jul 2026 23:50:44 +0000 MyBB https://cotf-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=13010 Tue, 14 Jul 2026 15:46:57 -0600 Astaroth]]> https://cotf-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=13010 not too gaudy.[/say]” He mutters under his breath toward Danta, his tail flicking behind him in amusement and playful offense.

It’s because after his current suggestion of adorning the pillars outside with the scorch blossoms, he’d heard someone pass by behind them absolutely believing they were talking quiet enough to not be heard, make some comment about how that could be too much. Though, it becomes very obvious they don’t know the two standing before the Temple, nor the occasion of such an event. Tourists, perhaps.

Asta turns his attention back toward the paper he’d brought with all their notes on it, scanning over it before peering back at the Temple. “[say]Also, I think I may have gotten some of the proportions wrong.[/say]” Holding it between Danta and himself to compare, the size of the scorch blossom arches and ribbons were just the tiniest bit off from where they would sit on the Temple in reality. It’s hardly enough to notice, but enough for the Butcher to find some form of complaint.]]> not too gaudy.[/say]” He mutters under his breath toward Danta, his tail flicking behind him in amusement and playful offense.

It’s because after his current suggestion of adorning the pillars outside with the scorch blossoms, he’d heard someone pass by behind them absolutely believing they were talking quiet enough to not be heard, make some comment about how that could be too much. Though, it becomes very obvious they don’t know the two standing before the Temple, nor the occasion of such an event. Tourists, perhaps.

Asta turns his attention back toward the paper he’d brought with all their notes on it, scanning over it before peering back at the Temple. “[say]Also, I think I may have gotten some of the proportions wrong.[/say]” Holding it between Danta and himself to compare, the size of the scorch blossom arches and ribbons were just the tiniest bit off from where they would sit on the Temple in reality. It’s hardly enough to notice, but enough for the Butcher to find some form of complaint.]]> https://cotf-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=13009 Tue, 14 Jul 2026 13:23:06 -0600 Erebos]]> https://cotf-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=13009
Then came the rest of the questions and minor stories, spilling out from his mouth as easy as breathing. [say]“Have you ever made snowmen before? I have! Glas and I even made some with cool poses at the festival. You went skijoring there, right? I did with Amham on a pony!”[/say] If Iskra could afford to get a word in edgewise, it’d be when Erebos ran underneath a very snow-laden set of branches and boughs, retrieving a few stray sticks from the ground, then bounding out again in equal fervor. [say]“What’s woodcutting like? Does it get boring?”[/say]]]>
Then came the rest of the questions and minor stories, spilling out from his mouth as easy as breathing. [say]“Have you ever made snowmen before? I have! Glas and I even made some with cool poses at the festival. You went skijoring there, right? I did with Amham on a pony!”[/say] If Iskra could afford to get a word in edgewise, it’d be when Erebos ran underneath a very snow-laden set of branches and boughs, retrieving a few stray sticks from the ground, then bounding out again in equal fervor. [say]“What’s woodcutting like? Does it get boring?”[/say]]]> https://cotf-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=13008 Tue, 14 Jul 2026 12:51:52 -0600 Deimos]]> https://cotf-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=13008
[say]“Heard there was one just around this bend,”[/say] he pointed towards the terrain clustered with rocks, a noteworthy place for predators and prey, the former for ambushes and the latter for protection. Dragging the sled behind him, as eventually they would need to bring the carcass home, he glanced around at the gathered, a mild smile tucked into the corner of his mouth. [say]“Figure if we use our shifts initially, we do not have to draw it out,”[/say] at least, for himself, Ronin, and Remi – capable of flying overhead and immediately assaulting. Colt was going to be another factor, so he directed his attention upon her. [say]“Do you want to catch a ride with any of us?”[/say] She’d have enough cover to bombard with arrows, and hopefully not lassoing. [say]“Unless there are other suggestions,”[/say] as he waited a beat, because while he’d done this a number of times, others hadn’t, and he had no issue taking their regards into formation and plotting.

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[say]This is a RQ/PQ to kill an ursur and will be using stats/rolling. Please post anything you’re bringing, any addition to the plan, and start heading out to find the ursur!

Deimos is bringing everything listed on his profile, except his companions. He’s also got a sled with some rope and tools on it.

For ursur reference:
Challenge Rating: Moderate
HP: 1,406 | To Hit: +40 | Dmg: 55
Hostility: Extremely aggressive
Movement: Walk 40 ft.; Swim 20 ft.

1. Deimos
2.
3.
4. [/say]]]>
[say]“Heard there was one just around this bend,”[/say] he pointed towards the terrain clustered with rocks, a noteworthy place for predators and prey, the former for ambushes and the latter for protection. Dragging the sled behind him, as eventually they would need to bring the carcass home, he glanced around at the gathered, a mild smile tucked into the corner of his mouth. [say]“Figure if we use our shifts initially, we do not have to draw it out,”[/say] at least, for himself, Ronin, and Remi – capable of flying overhead and immediately assaulting. Colt was going to be another factor, so he directed his attention upon her. [say]“Do you want to catch a ride with any of us?”[/say] She’d have enough cover to bombard with arrows, and hopefully not lassoing. [say]“Unless there are other suggestions,”[/say] as he waited a beat, because while he’d done this a number of times, others hadn’t, and he had no issue taking their regards into formation and plotting.

--

[say]This is a RQ/PQ to kill an ursur and will be using stats/rolling. Please post anything you’re bringing, any addition to the plan, and start heading out to find the ursur!

Deimos is bringing everything listed on his profile, except his companions. He’s also got a sled with some rope and tools on it.

For ursur reference:
Challenge Rating: Moderate
HP: 1,406 | To Hit: +40 | Dmg: 55
Hostility: Extremely aggressive
Movement: Walk 40 ft.; Swim 20 ft.

1. Deimos
2.
3.
4. [/say]]]> https://cotf-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=13007 Tue, 14 Jul 2026 12:29:12 -0600 Melita]]> https://cotf-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=13007
Regardless, the Honeybee would be a steadfast and loyal demigod to her herald, and forge onward. Whether anything, everything, or nothing was connected to the forefront of intermingling denizens, shifty dreams, and jungle exploits would remain to be seen – but she was certainly going to strive forward and see what could be done.

Ignoring the muddle of confusion in her brain, as it had rarely needed to think and plot in such ways, she’d dropped Iskra off at the skyport and shoved all those feelings down for later. On a side quest, she then ambled her way to shops and snagged at things she figured Ronin would like (Halovian whiskey) before finally making her way to the greenhouse.

Shoving her bag higher on her shoulder, she entered the threshold and was immediately greeted by the bewildering contrast. Humid and hot, she started to peel off layers, spying the coatrack near the door for the exact occasion. Thereafter though, her jaw dropped, having never been this way in all her exploits, and finding it an impeccable thing in the middle of nowhere and all this damned snow.

Recalling her actual mission, she glided through a series of well-kept plant life and vivid trees, whispering to others nearby gathering berries, and once they pointed her in the right direction, towards a cluster of bushes bearing fruit, she recognized the individual she’d purposefully come to see. But only because of dodgeball.

Clearing her throat, she put her hands behind her back and strived to look as innocent as possible, which…probably didn’t work. [say]“Hey there – sorry to interrupt. You’re Amhran, right?”[/say]]]>
Regardless, the Honeybee would be a steadfast and loyal demigod to her herald, and forge onward. Whether anything, everything, or nothing was connected to the forefront of intermingling denizens, shifty dreams, and jungle exploits would remain to be seen – but she was certainly going to strive forward and see what could be done.

Ignoring the muddle of confusion in her brain, as it had rarely needed to think and plot in such ways, she’d dropped Iskra off at the skyport and shoved all those feelings down for later. On a side quest, she then ambled her way to shops and snagged at things she figured Ronin would like (Halovian whiskey) before finally making her way to the greenhouse.

Shoving her bag higher on her shoulder, she entered the threshold and was immediately greeted by the bewildering contrast. Humid and hot, she started to peel off layers, spying the coatrack near the door for the exact occasion. Thereafter though, her jaw dropped, having never been this way in all her exploits, and finding it an impeccable thing in the middle of nowhere and all this damned snow.

Recalling her actual mission, she glided through a series of well-kept plant life and vivid trees, whispering to others nearby gathering berries, and once they pointed her in the right direction, towards a cluster of bushes bearing fruit, she recognized the individual she’d purposefully come to see. But only because of dodgeball.

Clearing her throat, she put her hands behind her back and strived to look as innocent as possible, which…probably didn’t work. [say]“Hey there – sorry to interrupt. You’re Amhran, right?”[/say]]]> https://cotf-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=13006 Tue, 14 Jul 2026 11:43:23 -0600 Melita]]> https://cotf-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=13006
Dusting her palms together, she narrowed her eyes, glancing over the horizon and the sea, tucking a shudder from the cooler breeze into her garments, trying to remember everything else. [say]“Something about the DreamWalker too. Do you remember anything about that?”[/say] It’d been years ago, and those involved gone or slain.]]>
Dusting her palms together, she narrowed her eyes, glancing over the horizon and the sea, tucking a shudder from the cooler breeze into her garments, trying to remember everything else. [say]“Something about the DreamWalker too. Do you remember anything about that?”[/say] It’d been years ago, and those involved gone or slain.]]> https://cotf-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=13005 Tue, 14 Jul 2026 11:37:08 -0600 Flora]]> https://cotf-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=13005
Entering the shrine, Flora moves immediately towards the candles. She coaxes one flame to life and uses it to light the next, working her way along the nearest cluster until their soft glow catches in her curls and warms the mother-of-pearl offering cradled carefully in her other hand. Only then does she glance over her shoulder at Kai, her smile girlish and joy-filled, aqua eyes bright with the sheer delight of what they’re about to ask. This is for their grand wedding entrance, after all. Their wedding might already have happened, and the engagement announcement might have followed it rather than preceded it, but Flora sees no reason their delayed celebration should arrive with anything less than spectacle.

Turning back to the shrine, she sets down the ornate hair comb she’s brought for Safrin. Mother-of-pearl curves through its delicate shape, inset with sparkling stones that catch the candlelight and scatter it across the altar in tiny points. Flora adjusts it by the smallest amount until it sits exactly as she wants it, then waits for Kai to place his own offering beside hers. Once he has, her fingers find his. She threads them through his hand and gives it a warm, excited squeeze, grounding herself in the familiar shape of him even as anticipation swells through her chest.

[say]"Safrin?"[/say] Flora calls, lifting her gaze towards the shrine. [say]"I know you’ve helped with our actual wedding and the engagement announcement, so hopefully you’re still on board with the whole theme of doing things backwards, because we were hoping you might be able to help with our wedding entrance?"[/say]]]>
Entering the shrine, Flora moves immediately towards the candles. She coaxes one flame to life and uses it to light the next, working her way along the nearest cluster until their soft glow catches in her curls and warms the mother-of-pearl offering cradled carefully in her other hand. Only then does she glance over her shoulder at Kai, her smile girlish and joy-filled, aqua eyes bright with the sheer delight of what they’re about to ask. This is for their grand wedding entrance, after all. Their wedding might already have happened, and the engagement announcement might have followed it rather than preceded it, but Flora sees no reason their delayed celebration should arrive with anything less than spectacle.

Turning back to the shrine, she sets down the ornate hair comb she’s brought for Safrin. Mother-of-pearl curves through its delicate shape, inset with sparkling stones that catch the candlelight and scatter it across the altar in tiny points. Flora adjusts it by the smallest amount until it sits exactly as she wants it, then waits for Kai to place his own offering beside hers. Once he has, her fingers find his. She threads them through his hand and gives it a warm, excited squeeze, grounding herself in the familiar shape of him even as anticipation swells through her chest.

[say]"Safrin?"[/say] Flora calls, lifting her gaze towards the shrine. [say]"I know you’ve helped with our actual wedding and the engagement announcement, so hopefully you’re still on board with the whole theme of doing things backwards, because we were hoping you might be able to help with our wedding entrance?"[/say]]]> https://cotf-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=13004 Tue, 14 Jul 2026 08:40:55 -0600 Dantalion]]> https://cotf-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=13004
He isn't sure he subscribes to that philosophy, much more a fan of immediate gratification, but needs and seasons must and so here they inevitably are. Behind various closed doors Quentin will already be able to hear the Dusklight's best and brightest at work - gasps, moans, the crack of leather and behind one particular door, the clang of a cowbell - but the room Danta arrives at contains little more than silence for now.

[say]"For all my complaints,"[/say] he continues, grinning and setting the cigarette between his lips, [say]"this is one of Asta's better seasons. I'd still advise you to keep your hands to yourself unless you'd like them bitten off, though."[/say] Straightening the cuffs of his shirt - a crisp white today, rolled to the elbow and paired with dark slacks and suspenders embroidered with pale yellow flowers, Danta reaches out at last to turn the doorknob, stepping into the room and gesturing for Quentin to follow.]]>
He isn't sure he subscribes to that philosophy, much more a fan of immediate gratification, but needs and seasons must and so here they inevitably are. Behind various closed doors Quentin will already be able to hear the Dusklight's best and brightest at work - gasps, moans, the crack of leather and behind one particular door, the clang of a cowbell - but the room Danta arrives at contains little more than silence for now.

[say]"For all my complaints,"[/say] he continues, grinning and setting the cigarette between his lips, [say]"this is one of Asta's better seasons. I'd still advise you to keep your hands to yourself unless you'd like them bitten off, though."[/say] Straightening the cuffs of his shirt - a crisp white today, rolled to the elbow and paired with dark slacks and suspenders embroidered with pale yellow flowers, Danta reaches out at last to turn the doorknob, stepping into the room and gesturing for Quentin to follow.]]> https://cotf-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=13001 Mon, 13 Jul 2026 13:15:20 -0600 Deimos]]> https://cotf-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=13001
And at the very least, amuse himself.

The trebuchets were in working order, as he’d made repairs to them after a long Deepfrost just that morning, the targets placed in varying decrees and distances beyond the Citadel walls. If one glanced closely the effigies could be noticeable figures of the Warden’s animosities, some figures purposefully cloaked and arranged to be certain individuals for entertainment’s sake. Pressing his long strides into the widened expanse of the high-reaching barrier, they might’ve all looked like they were on top of the world – fortified and ready, willing to unfurl.

On a massive grin, he snagged at a rock and placed it upon the first trebuchet’s basket. Pulling the lever, the wooden arm and beam flew forwards, releasing the stone into the abyss, where it sank directly into a figure resembling a white dragon’s shoulder, leaving a vicious mark as it threatened to topple. Only then did he shift his grin and glance to his compatriots, the several soldiers there gathered amongst the barricade, offering a nod of permission before extending the same sanction in his distinct rumble. [say]“All right,”[/say] his eyes landed on Icarus, granting another snicker. [say]“Your turn.”[/say]]]>
And at the very least, amuse himself.

The trebuchets were in working order, as he’d made repairs to them after a long Deepfrost just that morning, the targets placed in varying decrees and distances beyond the Citadel walls. If one glanced closely the effigies could be noticeable figures of the Warden’s animosities, some figures purposefully cloaked and arranged to be certain individuals for entertainment’s sake. Pressing his long strides into the widened expanse of the high-reaching barrier, they might’ve all looked like they were on top of the world – fortified and ready, willing to unfurl.

On a massive grin, he snagged at a rock and placed it upon the first trebuchet’s basket. Pulling the lever, the wooden arm and beam flew forwards, releasing the stone into the abyss, where it sank directly into a figure resembling a white dragon’s shoulder, leaving a vicious mark as it threatened to topple. Only then did he shift his grin and glance to his compatriots, the several soldiers there gathered amongst the barricade, offering a nod of permission before extending the same sanction in his distinct rumble. [say]“All right,”[/say] his eyes landed on Icarus, granting another snicker. [say]“Your turn.”[/say]]]> https://cotf-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=13000 Sun, 12 Jul 2026 23:13:07 -0600 Fern]]> https://cotf-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=13000
Her current focus, and the reason for her roadway hindrance, is watching the rainbows leap into the spray of the geysers around her. The angle of the sun makes this particular viewing spot the best for the full brunt of color and the stretch of the elusive, colorful smiles that shimmer among the mist. [say]"There they are!"[/say] she announces excitedly to herself, a hand pointing up and tracing the arc, another hand lifted up to shield her eyes from the Torchline sun. The spray drifts down, freckling her in diamond droplets that bead together and darken the fabric of her clothing.

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Her current focus, and the reason for her roadway hindrance, is watching the rainbows leap into the spray of the geysers around her. The angle of the sun makes this particular viewing spot the best for the full brunt of color and the stretch of the elusive, colorful smiles that shimmer among the mist. [say]"There they are!"[/say] she announces excitedly to herself, a hand pointing up and tracing the arc, another hand lifted up to shield her eyes from the Torchline sun. The spray drifts down, freckling her in diamond droplets that bead together and darken the fabric of her clothing.

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]]> https://cotf-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=12999 Sun, 12 Jul 2026 22:40:01 -0600 Kaisel]]> https://cotf-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=12999 little terrors, otherwise known as children, in his life as of late. He's reconsidering the conversation he and Flora had, when he thought he was accidentally a dad already, and wondering if it might be too late to submit his choice again with a new answer. The twins are already a lot—double the fun, when he's not in charge of them, but twice the trouble when he is. Their identicalness is problematic on the best of days and weaponized on the worst, especially if he ever misplaces one and can never be sure if he keeps finding the same one or the second one—he's tempted to bring a marker next time and secretly dot one of them somewhere only he can see.

Now though, there's only one child, but gods help him, it's Charlie's. That in and of itself is plenty, but add to that she's an ancient and  Dygra demigod, and he might as well be conducting Mission Impossible: babysitting edition. [say]"Okay, sooooo, this is the port where all the main trading happens. We're gonna find the best flowers for you and your mom."[/say] He considers for a moment, pinching his chin as they walk, his backpack swaying behind him. [say]"Well, second best. Uncle Mateo's are the best, but I needed to pick up some other things for dinner while we're here."[/say] And also he hoped by walking up and down the port, he'd wear her out, but that seems nearly an impossible thing with ancients if e's being honest.

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]]> little terrors, otherwise known as children, in his life as of late. He's reconsidering the conversation he and Flora had, when he thought he was accidentally a dad already, and wondering if it might be too late to submit his choice again with a new answer. The twins are already a lot—double the fun, when he's not in charge of them, but twice the trouble when he is. Their identicalness is problematic on the best of days and weaponized on the worst, especially if he ever misplaces one and can never be sure if he keeps finding the same one or the second one—he's tempted to bring a marker next time and secretly dot one of them somewhere only he can see.

Now though, there's only one child, but gods help him, it's Charlie's. That in and of itself is plenty, but add to that she's an ancient and  Dygra demigod, and he might as well be conducting Mission Impossible: babysitting edition. [say]"Okay, sooooo, this is the port where all the main trading happens. We're gonna find the best flowers for you and your mom."[/say] He considers for a moment, pinching his chin as they walk, his backpack swaying behind him. [say]"Well, second best. Uncle Mateo's are the best, but I needed to pick up some other things for dinner while we're here."[/say] And also he hoped by walking up and down the port, he'd wear her out, but that seems nearly an impossible thing with ancients if e's being honest.

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]]> https://cotf-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=12998 Sun, 12 Jul 2026 19:49:47 -0600 Rayo]]> https://cotf-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=12998 Reva

My character is an: Accepted
My character's profession is: n/a

Stat distribution (You have 35 points to distribute. 10/10/10/5 is a fairly standard array)
Strength: 7
Endurance: 8
Dexterity: 10
Luck: 10

My character's age has been filled out: Yes
My character's citizenship is correct: Yes
My profile is complete: Yes]]> Reva

My character is an: Accepted
My character's profession is: n/a

Stat distribution (You have 35 points to distribute. 10/10/10/5 is a fairly standard array)
Strength: 7
Endurance: 8
Dexterity: 10
Luck: 10

My character's age has been filled out: Yes
My character's citizenship is correct: Yes
My profile is complete: Yes]]> https://cotf-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=12993 Wed, 08 Jul 2026 13:23:25 -0600 hawkeye]]> https://cotf-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=12993 Icarus
My character is an: Hybrid
From the adoptables page:
Abilities
Level 5, 65 Stats, 25 ARC
Can partially shift animal form, Can call like-minded animals for assistance (1 large, 3 medium, 5 small, from the same animal family), Can speak telepathically with other Attuned even when not shifted
Ursur Shift
Luxere Shift
Mastered Water Magic


My character's profession is: soldier in Halo

Stat distribution
Strength: 15
Endurance: 20
Dexterity: 16
Luck: 14

My character's age has been filled out: Yes/No
My character's citizenship is correct: Yes/No
My profile is complete: Yes/No

Icarus is a young soldier is Halo, well-regarded but also always search for approval and to prove himself! He’s just a little guy.]]> Icarus
My character is an: Hybrid
From the adoptables page:
Abilities
Level 5, 65 Stats, 25 ARC
Can partially shift animal form, Can call like-minded animals for assistance (1 large, 3 medium, 5 small, from the same animal family), Can speak telepathically with other Attuned even when not shifted
Ursur Shift
Luxere Shift
Mastered Water Magic


My character's profession is: soldier in Halo

Stat distribution
Strength: 15
Endurance: 20
Dexterity: 16
Luck: 14

My character's age has been filled out: Yes/No
My character's citizenship is correct: Yes/No
My profile is complete: Yes/No

Icarus is a young soldier is Halo, well-regarded but also always search for approval and to prove himself! He’s just a little guy.]]> https://cotf-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=12992 Tue, 07 Jul 2026 10:54:58 -0600 Deimos]]> https://cotf-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=12992
So he pressed towards the Citadel’s shrine early in the morning, when the air was still crisp as Deepfrost fought to let Flowerbirth have its moment – another nuance he’d be keeping in the forefront of his mind. Regardless, his attention would be solely on his region and favored herald, permitting the extension of his fire incantations to ripple through and light any dwindling candles; beginning to bow his head as he laid out the offerings. The first were handled diligently and with meticulous care, placing the glassy, inlaid work of stained-glass windows with Safrin’s outline, the cosmos, and the stars, alongside the tabernacle. Then the rest came: bundled cloaks of midnight hues and delicately woven with constellations of silver thread, bracelets contorted and made with her inspiration.

Thereafter, he loosened a breath, beginning to orchestrate the deep rumbles of his voice, and Halo’s impending request. [say]“Safrin, I hope things are well for you. Would it be feasible for Halo to create guards made from our plentiful snow?”[/say] In case she wasn’t certain of what he meant, he unfurled a layer of watery droplets to cascade into formation and images; gargoyle-like figures placed upon Citadel walls or streamlined into the town or amidst their surroundings, capable of ensuring the shelter and sanctity of their kingdom.

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This is an RQ request for Halo to Safrin for abominable snowman guards.]]>
So he pressed towards the Citadel’s shrine early in the morning, when the air was still crisp as Deepfrost fought to let Flowerbirth have its moment – another nuance he’d be keeping in the forefront of his mind. Regardless, his attention would be solely on his region and favored herald, permitting the extension of his fire incantations to ripple through and light any dwindling candles; beginning to bow his head as he laid out the offerings. The first were handled diligently and with meticulous care, placing the glassy, inlaid work of stained-glass windows with Safrin’s outline, the cosmos, and the stars, alongside the tabernacle. Then the rest came: bundled cloaks of midnight hues and delicately woven with constellations of silver thread, bracelets contorted and made with her inspiration.

Thereafter, he loosened a breath, beginning to orchestrate the deep rumbles of his voice, and Halo’s impending request. [say]“Safrin, I hope things are well for you. Would it be feasible for Halo to create guards made from our plentiful snow?”[/say] In case she wasn’t certain of what he meant, he unfurled a layer of watery droplets to cascade into formation and images; gargoyle-like figures placed upon Citadel walls or streamlined into the town or amidst their surroundings, capable of ensuring the shelter and sanctity of their kingdom.

--

This is an RQ request for Halo to Safrin for abominable snowman guards.]]> https://cotf-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=12990 Tue, 07 Jul 2026 07:52:21 -0600 Mateo]]> https://cotf-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=12990
Well. 'Work' is a generous term for what he's doing. Before him sit a few seedlings on the table that he's transplanting into larger pots that he'll use to decorate his sister's new bar; The Hanged Man had contained a wide variety of specimens he'd grown, from the gorgeous to the innocuous to the downright dangerous, and this place deserves a slice of that. Besides, it isn't as though he has anything better to do.

It's just past midday though you wouldn't know it from the world outside, and around him a few regulars have been drinking since well before he'd arrived. It's quiet though, currently, without the bump and grind of whatever chaos will likely spill over as the sun starts to set, though perhaps the rain will keep people home today. Mateo rather hopes not - he quite enjoys a bit of bumping and grinding himself.]]>
Well. 'Work' is a generous term for what he's doing. Before him sit a few seedlings on the table that he's transplanting into larger pots that he'll use to decorate his sister's new bar; The Hanged Man had contained a wide variety of specimens he'd grown, from the gorgeous to the innocuous to the downright dangerous, and this place deserves a slice of that. Besides, it isn't as though he has anything better to do.

It's just past midday though you wouldn't know it from the world outside, and around him a few regulars have been drinking since well before he'd arrived. It's quiet though, currently, without the bump and grind of whatever chaos will likely spill over as the sun starts to set, though perhaps the rain will keep people home today. Mateo rather hopes not - he quite enjoys a bit of bumping and grinding himself.]]> https://cotf-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=12989 Mon, 06 Jul 2026 17:12:00 -0600 Sohalia]]> https://cotf-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=12989 real?

When she first noticed the contractions on one chilly evening a few weeks after LongNight ended, she at first deigned to ignore them. After all, they probably weren’t real. She went to bed as usual, but she slept poorly, waking often as yet another contraction interrupted her attempts at slumber. She rolled from one side to another, avoiding laying on her back for fear it could compromise blood flow and unable to lay on her stomach for obvious reasons. But neither side made her more comfortable, and eventually, she realized that the contractions seemed to be strengthening and growing closer together. 

[say]”Zav?”[/say] she murmured into the dark, reaching to brush a hand along her boyfriend’s shoulder. A new contraction hit, and she winced, heart rate spiking, but there was no fear to it. Only a sort of excited resignation.

It was time. 

[say]”Are you awake?”[/say] she asked, trying to stay calm despite the fluttering in her chest. Their daughter seemed to shift and turn, and Soh smoothed a soothing hand over her stomach to quiet the as-yet-unborn child. Fortunately, they’d been prepared for just this eventuality. Bags had been packed; they were ready to make their way to the hospital. Or they would be, if Reva gave them the opportunity. Already, by Soh’s calculation, she’d been in early labor for several hours. What would they do if they didn’t make it to the hospital?

Soh felt doubt and trepidation begin to creep in just as another contraction hit, this one strong enough to have her teeth clenching in pain. What if she went into active labor in the street? Maybe they should send a companion to fetch a doctor and just stay here. Riding out the contraction, Soh tried to remind herself to breath and failed. Instead, in the brief moment between her question and Zavien’s attention, he would find her almost hyperventilating.]]> real?

When she first noticed the contractions on one chilly evening a few weeks after LongNight ended, she at first deigned to ignore them. After all, they probably weren’t real. She went to bed as usual, but she slept poorly, waking often as yet another contraction interrupted her attempts at slumber. She rolled from one side to another, avoiding laying on her back for fear it could compromise blood flow and unable to lay on her stomach for obvious reasons. But neither side made her more comfortable, and eventually, she realized that the contractions seemed to be strengthening and growing closer together. 

[say]”Zav?”[/say] she murmured into the dark, reaching to brush a hand along her boyfriend’s shoulder. A new contraction hit, and she winced, heart rate spiking, but there was no fear to it. Only a sort of excited resignation.

It was time. 

[say]”Are you awake?”[/say] she asked, trying to stay calm despite the fluttering in her chest. Their daughter seemed to shift and turn, and Soh smoothed a soothing hand over her stomach to quiet the as-yet-unborn child. Fortunately, they’d been prepared for just this eventuality. Bags had been packed; they were ready to make their way to the hospital. Or they would be, if Reva gave them the opportunity. Already, by Soh’s calculation, she’d been in early labor for several hours. What would they do if they didn’t make it to the hospital?

Soh felt doubt and trepidation begin to creep in just as another contraction hit, this one strong enough to have her teeth clenching in pain. What if she went into active labor in the street? Maybe they should send a companion to fetch a doctor and just stay here. Riding out the contraction, Soh tried to remind herself to breath and failed. Instead, in the brief moment between her question and Zavien’s attention, he would find her almost hyperventilating.]]>