https://cotf-rpg.com/ Sun, 19 Jul 2026 08:15:47 +0000 MyBB https://cotf-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=13022 Fri, 17 Jul 2026 20:04:22 -0600 Flora]]> https://cotf-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=13022
By the time she’s finished, the bottle of wine is waiting beside two starry goblets, placed where the crimson growth nearby won’t be tempted to sample either them or her. Flora brushes the sand from her palms, glances over the shimmering path she’s made, and decides that it’s beautiful enough to outweigh the rather obvious question of why anyone would choose this particular beach for drinks with a goddess.

[say]"I know this is a weird spot,"[/say] she calls, lifting her face toward the open sky with an expectant smile already pulling at her lips, [say]"but hear me out."[/say]]]>
By the time she’s finished, the bottle of wine is waiting beside two starry goblets, placed where the crimson growth nearby won’t be tempted to sample either them or her. Flora brushes the sand from her palms, glances over the shimmering path she’s made, and decides that it’s beautiful enough to outweigh the rather obvious question of why anyone would choose this particular beach for drinks with a goddess.

[say]"I know this is a weird spot,"[/say] she calls, lifting her face toward the open sky with an expectant smile already pulling at her lips, [say]"but hear me out."[/say]]]> 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=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=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=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.

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This is an RQ request for Halo to Safrin for abominable snowman guards.]]> https://cotf-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=12982 Sun, 05 Jul 2026 20:09:27 -0600 Dantalion]]> https://cotf-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=12982
But they are still here for a purpose, and his very reasonable compromise (in his opinion) has been to shift into a gore crow to leech away his fiance's warmth. He'd perched at first on Asta's shoulder, a sinister companion to the tall Ancient as they ascend Peekaboo Rise, but one gale too many has caused him to inch further and further up towards the other man's neck.

Now, Asta will find it difficult not to notice the way Danta is sneaking into the collar of his coat, a bundle of grumpy fluff and feathers that clicks his beak and nibbles behind the Butcher's ear, as if that will make him more amenable to the idea.]]>
But they are still here for a purpose, and his very reasonable compromise (in his opinion) has been to shift into a gore crow to leech away his fiance's warmth. He'd perched at first on Asta's shoulder, a sinister companion to the tall Ancient as they ascend Peekaboo Rise, but one gale too many has caused him to inch further and further up towards the other man's neck.

Now, Asta will find it difficult not to notice the way Danta is sneaking into the collar of his coat, a bundle of grumpy fluff and feathers that clicks his beak and nibbles behind the Butcher's ear, as if that will make him more amenable to the idea.]]> https://cotf-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=12975 Fri, 03 Jul 2026 16:36:11 -0600 Zavien]]> https://cotf-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=12975 worst at directions, he could be wrong, but his gut never lies and something about the hedges bothers him. 

Sol has refused to walk with them, flying ahead like a quiet sentry to scout the path towards the center, a golden glint in the otherwise overcast sky. When Zavien looks up to him, he tilts his head, trying to ascertain if his companion has spotted the plant he'd described, but he didn't feel any shift along the bond to indicate as much. [say]"Hopefully the Efas herb isn't too much farther."[/say] Supposedly, the medicinal plant sits in the center of the Labyrinth, its healing properties guarded by the winding path. They'd agreed that it would make an impressive offering for the Flower Festival later in the season.]]> worst at directions, he could be wrong, but his gut never lies and something about the hedges bothers him. 

Sol has refused to walk with them, flying ahead like a quiet sentry to scout the path towards the center, a golden glint in the otherwise overcast sky. When Zavien looks up to him, he tilts his head, trying to ascertain if his companion has spotted the plant he'd described, but he didn't feel any shift along the bond to indicate as much. [say]"Hopefully the Efas herb isn't too much farther."[/say] Supposedly, the medicinal plant sits in the center of the Labyrinth, its healing properties guarded by the winding path. They'd agreed that it would make an impressive offering for the Flower Festival later in the season.]]> https://cotf-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=12968 Thu, 02 Jul 2026 18:30:49 -0600 Colt]]> https://cotf-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=12968
At the shrine, another pair of mug of coffee sits beneath a curl of steam. Two almond cookies are balanced on it's rim, freshly baked—Colt already ate hers. [say]"Rae,"[/say] she calls out softly, never having reached out to this deity until now. She's spent time gathering what she needs though to make her prayers land, the need too great for Frey's talents. [say]"I required your assistance in preparing Suvahasi for the town I want to establish there. We don't need all of the jungle, but enough of a place where we could settle and have the resources to survive, without the constant risk of toxic pollen and the extreme heat. Please."[/say]

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Colt is using her COTY big god chat to summon Rae for a Hak Etme RQ. This is to make Suvahasi a more suitable living place by reducing the extreme heat and toxicity.

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At the shrine, another pair of mug of coffee sits beneath a curl of steam. Two almond cookies are balanced on it's rim, freshly baked—Colt already ate hers. [say]"Rae,"[/say] she calls out softly, never having reached out to this deity until now. She's spent time gathering what she needs though to make her prayers land, the need too great for Frey's talents. [say]"I required your assistance in preparing Suvahasi for the town I want to establish there. We don't need all of the jungle, but enough of a place where we could settle and have the resources to survive, without the constant risk of toxic pollen and the extreme heat. Please."[/say]

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Colt is using her COTY big god chat to summon Rae for a Hak Etme RQ. This is to make Suvahasi a more suitable living place by reducing the extreme heat and toxicity.

]]> https://cotf-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=12966 Thu, 02 Jul 2026 14:34:52 -0600 Flora]]> https://cotf-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=12966 Not that I’m being judgy,"[/say] Flora says over her shoulder, one hand still curled around the Sugartide’s wheel, [say]"but it’s weird that their Skyship port isn’t also here."[/say] Below them, the Sand Gate looks less like a harbour than somebody had gathered every board too warped for a proper project and dared the Spillwave Sea to make something of it. Crooked docks shove unevenly into the water, their pilings dark at the base where the tide has worried at them for years, while a loose scatter of leaning posts and salvaged rope pretends at being a marina.

Her nose wrinkles before she can stop it, but then again, the Sugartide has never needed much permission to put down wherever Flora decides she wants it to, given her size. She loosens her grip just enough to let the vessel coast in a shallow, deliberate circle over the water, judging the docks with a narrowed gaze and the private confidence of someone who has become very accustomed to things rearranging themselves around her plans. [say]"Whatever,"[/say] she says, lifting one shoulder in a shrug that’s more forgiving than the expression she keeps pointed at the docks. [say]"We’re smaller. We can anchor basically anywhere."[/say]

Turning a little farther, she flashes Danta a crooked grin. [say]"Thanks for coming with me."[/say] It’s only a small shipment to pick up, and that should make this a relatively simple endeavour. Her mouth presses briefly to one side as she glances back toward the water, though, where the shifting surface gives nothing away but sunlight and the soft curl of wake beneath the Sugartide’s hull. [say]"Last time Kai came up, he got attacked by this weird monster thing?"[/say] she adds, the words coming out with faintly affronted disbelief. [say]"And then it turned into a bag of sand after, so..."[/say] So that's why the Maverick was here, and not Flora's husband.]]> Not that I’m being judgy,"[/say] Flora says over her shoulder, one hand still curled around the Sugartide’s wheel, [say]"but it’s weird that their Skyship port isn’t also here."[/say] Below them, the Sand Gate looks less like a harbour than somebody had gathered every board too warped for a proper project and dared the Spillwave Sea to make something of it. Crooked docks shove unevenly into the water, their pilings dark at the base where the tide has worried at them for years, while a loose scatter of leaning posts and salvaged rope pretends at being a marina.

Her nose wrinkles before she can stop it, but then again, the Sugartide has never needed much permission to put down wherever Flora decides she wants it to, given her size. She loosens her grip just enough to let the vessel coast in a shallow, deliberate circle over the water, judging the docks with a narrowed gaze and the private confidence of someone who has become very accustomed to things rearranging themselves around her plans. [say]"Whatever,"[/say] she says, lifting one shoulder in a shrug that’s more forgiving than the expression she keeps pointed at the docks. [say]"We’re smaller. We can anchor basically anywhere."[/say]

Turning a little farther, she flashes Danta a crooked grin. [say]"Thanks for coming with me."[/say] It’s only a small shipment to pick up, and that should make this a relatively simple endeavour. Her mouth presses briefly to one side as she glances back toward the water, though, where the shifting surface gives nothing away but sunlight and the soft curl of wake beneath the Sugartide’s hull. [say]"Last time Kai came up, he got attacked by this weird monster thing?"[/say] she adds, the words coming out with faintly affronted disbelief. [say]"And then it turned into a bag of sand after, so..."[/say] So that's why the Maverick was here, and not Flora's husband.]]> https://cotf-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=12965 Thu, 02 Jul 2026 14:30:08 -0600 Jack]]> https://cotf-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=12965 avoiding the Tar Pits all this time so much as he was strategically making himself available elsewhere. The truth is the same either way (that he's been avoiding the place with all the determination of a kid hiding from a punishment) but his version way sounds prettier to his ego. Whatever the excuse, the time has finally arrived, and as he leaves The Ark (the galleon, that is) hovering over the swamplands, already his nose is wrinkling at the prospect of the cache he's about to collect.

Dressed down in old clothes he doesn't mind getting ruined - scuffed boots, pants that have frayed along the knees and a shirt with a few singe marks on it - and with no intention of lingering here longer than necessary - as he descends the rope towards the ground, there's no need for any extra layers despite the chillier than usual Flowerbirth. Humidity hugs his bare skin and makes his clothes feel heavy and damp, and his feet sink a few inches into the soft earth on his landing.

[say]"Careful where you step, love,"[/say] he mutters, voice immediately swallowed up by the swamp, as if it's hungry for their presence and keen to chew them up. [say]"Cache should be hangin' over one of the tar pits close by. With any luck we'll lay eyes on it straight away an' we can get the fuck outta here."[/say]]]> avoiding the Tar Pits all this time so much as he was strategically making himself available elsewhere. The truth is the same either way (that he's been avoiding the place with all the determination of a kid hiding from a punishment) but his version way sounds prettier to his ego. Whatever the excuse, the time has finally arrived, and as he leaves The Ark (the galleon, that is) hovering over the swamplands, already his nose is wrinkling at the prospect of the cache he's about to collect.

Dressed down in old clothes he doesn't mind getting ruined - scuffed boots, pants that have frayed along the knees and a shirt with a few singe marks on it - and with no intention of lingering here longer than necessary - as he descends the rope towards the ground, there's no need for any extra layers despite the chillier than usual Flowerbirth. Humidity hugs his bare skin and makes his clothes feel heavy and damp, and his feet sink a few inches into the soft earth on his landing.

[say]"Careful where you step, love,"[/say] he mutters, voice immediately swallowed up by the swamp, as if it's hungry for their presence and keen to chew them up. [say]"Cache should be hangin' over one of the tar pits close by. With any luck we'll lay eyes on it straight away an' we can get the fuck outta here."[/say]]]> https://cotf-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=12964 Thu, 02 Jul 2026 13:42:28 -0600 Hawthorn]]> https://cotf-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=12964
Seems like that was a false sense of hope. He’s technically already been on shift for hours now, flitting between rooms and searching for anyone to spend some time with and maybe make a little bit of extra money. Everyone he sees so far has been scooped up or scouted already, so it leaves Thorn to drift toward the bar with nothing else going on for him.

The frigid start of Flowerbirth certainly was having its ripple effects. He’d even gone so far as to wear a little less than usual with the heat of the fireplace blooming from across the seating area. It’s a dark see through satin shirt that drapes over him, sheer enough that his tattoos are on display and with a v cut deep enough it nearly goes to his navel. It has billowy sleeves that end right past his elbows, leaving the vine shackle tattoos around his wrists fully viewable. His hair’s not as crazy for once, slicked back somewhat to give him a harder kind of look – one that pairs nicely with the bit of kohl lining his eyes that only seem to brighten the seafoam hues of them. His pants are leather and tight, and he’s decked out in quite a few gunmetal jewelry options – rings on his fingers, small hoop earrings that sit in each of the three pierced portions of his lobes, and a matching gunmetal choker with silver chains that trail down his chest, revealed by the deep cut.

He drapes against the bar when he finally reaches it, shooting Casimir a slightly masked grin when he realizes it’s his favorite bartender at his usual post. Usually his smiles are more carefree, easier, but this time it’s got a little less spark behind them. “[say]I’ll uh, take a whiskey neat.[/say]” Which is rare for him, Thorn typically doesn’t drink when he’s working, but it’s clear he’s got no prospects right now anyway. “[say]An’ before ya start, I don’t wanna hear it.[/say]” He sighs dramatically, folding his arms in front of him on the bar and buries his face in the crevice he’s made between them.]]>
Seems like that was a false sense of hope. He’s technically already been on shift for hours now, flitting between rooms and searching for anyone to spend some time with and maybe make a little bit of extra money. Everyone he sees so far has been scooped up or scouted already, so it leaves Thorn to drift toward the bar with nothing else going on for him.

The frigid start of Flowerbirth certainly was having its ripple effects. He’d even gone so far as to wear a little less than usual with the heat of the fireplace blooming from across the seating area. It’s a dark see through satin shirt that drapes over him, sheer enough that his tattoos are on display and with a v cut deep enough it nearly goes to his navel. It has billowy sleeves that end right past his elbows, leaving the vine shackle tattoos around his wrists fully viewable. His hair’s not as crazy for once, slicked back somewhat to give him a harder kind of look – one that pairs nicely with the bit of kohl lining his eyes that only seem to brighten the seafoam hues of them. His pants are leather and tight, and he’s decked out in quite a few gunmetal jewelry options – rings on his fingers, small hoop earrings that sit in each of the three pierced portions of his lobes, and a matching gunmetal choker with silver chains that trail down his chest, revealed by the deep cut.

He drapes against the bar when he finally reaches it, shooting Casimir a slightly masked grin when he realizes it’s his favorite bartender at his usual post. Usually his smiles are more carefree, easier, but this time it’s got a little less spark behind them. “[say]I’ll uh, take a whiskey neat.[/say]” Which is rare for him, Thorn typically doesn’t drink when he’s working, but it’s clear he’s got no prospects right now anyway. “[say]An’ before ya start, I don’t wanna hear it.[/say]” He sighs dramatically, folding his arms in front of him on the bar and buries his face in the crevice he’s made between them.]]> https://cotf-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=12947 Wed, 01 Jul 2026 12:56:18 -0600 Sunjata]]> https://cotf-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=12947
Invites are sent out a week after the end of LongNight, when the ground has a bit more time to thaw, and while Sunjata knows roundaboutly the drama it might cause (namely Colt and Vesper, completely unaware of anything between Niki and Vesper), Sunjata waits with a bit of baited breath, a couple of wagons, one for tents and food and whatever else needed to keep the unicorns in check to be brought along – easily attached to one of the hands’ horses. The other remains empty, smaller than the previous one with a halter that’s easy to step into for any attuned with an equine-esque shift (which the Heartless’ got). It’s affixed with a bench, draped with blankets and maps and jugs of water for the trip, a space Sunjata thinks Niki might not be too offended by. “[say]There’s maps in there and a beastiary in case anything tries to slip out of the Barrows to snatch the herd we might not have seen before, or for some light reading.[/say]” Sunjata shoots Niki a lopsided smile and pushes off the edge of Niki’s wagon to step over and look toward the herd to make sure they’re in the same spot while they wait for everyone else to arrive.

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First part PQ of herding unicorns to the where the river will go!! Edited to take place a week after LongNight ended! Please post your characters arriving and any supplies they might bring. We've currently got two wagons, a handful of hands from Colt's old crew with their horses, and food/water, tents and rope!

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Invites are sent out a week after the end of LongNight, when the ground has a bit more time to thaw, and while Sunjata knows roundaboutly the drama it might cause (namely Colt and Vesper, completely unaware of anything between Niki and Vesper), Sunjata waits with a bit of baited breath, a couple of wagons, one for tents and food and whatever else needed to keep the unicorns in check to be brought along – easily attached to one of the hands’ horses. The other remains empty, smaller than the previous one with a halter that’s easy to step into for any attuned with an equine-esque shift (which the Heartless’ got). It’s affixed with a bench, draped with blankets and maps and jugs of water for the trip, a space Sunjata thinks Niki might not be too offended by. “[say]There’s maps in there and a beastiary in case anything tries to slip out of the Barrows to snatch the herd we might not have seen before, or for some light reading.[/say]” Sunjata shoots Niki a lopsided smile and pushes off the edge of Niki’s wagon to step over and look toward the herd to make sure they’re in the same spot while they wait for everyone else to arrive.

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First part PQ of herding unicorns to the where the river will go!! Edited to take place a week after LongNight ended! Please post your characters arriving and any supplies they might bring. We've currently got two wagons, a handful of hands from Colt's old crew with their horses, and food/water, tents and rope!

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The cold breeze rumbled along the shoreline though, and the Honeybee couldn’t quite suppress the shudder that moved around them – frowning a little as they advanced upon the sand and dunes, pondering how much chillier the sea might be. [say]“Does it feel a little colder than usual to you?”[/say] Marked by her heavy Ludo sweatshirt, she still wore her bright skirt underneath, and deeply regretted it. Perhaps today would be more ideal on the surface, and she went to readjust the anklet on her leg.

Tilting her head though, not trying to delay the inevitable surely, she grinned at Kaisel, keeping the mode light for now. [say]“How was riding the dolphin though?”[/say] She’d been rather distracted by Iskra, and hadn’t really absorbed the whole scene.]]>
The cold breeze rumbled along the shoreline though, and the Honeybee couldn’t quite suppress the shudder that moved around them – frowning a little as they advanced upon the sand and dunes, pondering how much chillier the sea might be. [say]“Does it feel a little colder than usual to you?”[/say] Marked by her heavy Ludo sweatshirt, she still wore her bright skirt underneath, and deeply regretted it. Perhaps today would be more ideal on the surface, and she went to readjust the anklet on her leg.

Tilting her head though, not trying to delay the inevitable surely, she grinned at Kaisel, keeping the mode light for now. [say]“How was riding the dolphin though?”[/say] She’d been rather distracted by Iskra, and hadn’t really absorbed the whole scene.]]> https://cotf-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=12946 Wed, 01 Jul 2026 11:18:29 -0600 Sunjata]]> https://cotf-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=12946
So, he’s sent out letters to those that would join him, one to and one to , and Sunjata waits with warm coffee and anything to spike them (and edible glitter to help Nova feel a little more excited about the prospect), with a wagon he leans against. In a box hanging off the side of it sit tools that may be necessary if anyone tires of using their magic or shifts, but the majority of the wagon is there to hold dirt or any trees they don’t want to plant around the river but relocate somewhere else.

And with the morning fog beginning to fade out, Sunjata waits patiently for his company to arrive to help him.

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PQ RQ for relocating the trees and shrubs where the river will go! Please post your characters arriving!

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So, he’s sent out letters to those that would join him, one to and one to , and Sunjata waits with warm coffee and anything to spike them (and edible glitter to help Nova feel a little more excited about the prospect), with a wagon he leans against. In a box hanging off the side of it sit tools that may be necessary if anyone tires of using their magic or shifts, but the majority of the wagon is there to hold dirt or any trees they don’t want to plant around the river but relocate somewhere else.

And with the morning fog beginning to fade out, Sunjata waits patiently for his company to arrive to help him.

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PQ RQ for relocating the trees and shrubs where the river will go! Please post your characters arriving!

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Once she’d known she’d be facing the starry goddess for answers about her own favored patron, the Honeybee had spent days winding her way through the market, striving to find perfected pieces to honor and offer to Safrin. So there amongst the candles and mosaics, she bowed her head, unfurling portions from her satchel to convey to the deity. Initially, she laid down a few pearled combs, wide-toothed to slip in amongst long hair, to bejewel in finery, to a several starry tapestries, depicting Safrin in all her graceful, potent glory. Then, because she couldn’t let the dread or trepidation consume her, heart hammering behind her chest with unease, she unfurled a breath and spoke along the intended purpose – figuring Ronin could fill in any gaps she missed. [say]“Hi Safrin – Mort told me to come see you. Ludo has disappeared, and with your knowledge and power, we’d hoped you might know where it is.”[/say]

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Melita and Ronin are requesting Safrin's presence to find out Ludo's location.]]>
Once she’d known she’d be facing the starry goddess for answers about her own favored patron, the Honeybee had spent days winding her way through the market, striving to find perfected pieces to honor and offer to Safrin. So there amongst the candles and mosaics, she bowed her head, unfurling portions from her satchel to convey to the deity. Initially, she laid down a few pearled combs, wide-toothed to slip in amongst long hair, to bejewel in finery, to a several starry tapestries, depicting Safrin in all her graceful, potent glory. Then, because she couldn’t let the dread or trepidation consume her, heart hammering behind her chest with unease, she unfurled a breath and spoke along the intended purpose – figuring Ronin could fill in any gaps she missed. [say]“Hi Safrin – Mort told me to come see you. Ludo has disappeared, and with your knowledge and power, we’d hoped you might know where it is.”[/say]

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Melita and Ronin are requesting Safrin's presence to find out Ludo's location.]]>