It's all you've known. At least, it was all you'd known until recently.
A chill creeped down your back as you looked around the place. It made you memember what you'd forgotten--for a split second. And then it was gone. All you've been through recently, and all the places you've been to, the people you've met, and the experiences you've felt: From forgetting everything you've ever known, to surviving murderers and carnivals and fires, to strange dream-like mazes and sinewy shadows.
And through it all you've decided to, instead of looking over things alone, you've decided to make friends and involved them in your life. It couldn't be a bad thing, right?
A glance at the mime next to you--Mimi was her name, and she was a person that you had become extremely close to in the past few days--told you that you were in good company. She frowns as she returns the glance.
Around you, beside you, sitting in chairs, some casually eating and drinking, were the people you could call friends. Maybe you're being too generous here, considering how the Noirs were undoubtedly strange--but acting, dressing, and talking like they'd just come out of some detective movies didn't seem to help their case. Meanwhile, Jeremy--the paranormal seeker and local gym rat--had only been recently met a couple of days ago, and was interacted with for only a fraction of that time.
That same chill from before became a numbness in your thoughts, and then began to fade away. Not completely, since you had the ghost of an idea that seemed to be more like you'd recalled. <span class="mu-r">Though it would be more accurate to say that you didn't recall anything new from what happened from before you'd subsequently forgotten about everything.</span> And that was fine by you--considering you had a policy of waiting and watching and accepting any memory that you happened to chance upon you. But still, you couldn't help but smile at the thought of having all of these friends alongside you, potentially supporting you and getting your support.
<span class="mu-g">"Are you alright?"</span> The pantomimicry of Mimi silently conveys to you. <span class="mu-g">"This is the second time you've spaced out."</span>
"I'm alright." You reassured her. Your words, and her silent concern, seemed to go without acknowledgement in the table.
This was because the others were discussing what to do about Hotel Oasis--which was your current place of residence.
"Say, we ain't never did get to go to the big fish's office. Why don't you three sneak in there with the info we gave ya, see?" Mike said.
Of the Noirs, thought with their leader Jamesfield still missing, most supported double-checking everything and making sure all ends were closed and dealt with. To this end, it was suggested that you and/or Jeremy make a quick search of the place, as well as conversing with the staff there in order to see if anything suspicious was happening.
Last time you were a small time thief. You did the best you could to rise with the hand dealt to you, but you were too dumb to learn magic.
So all you did was steal as much gold as you could and stash it all away.
Who knows, maybe it will come handy?
But this time around you're aiming big. You want to gather enough essence to be born at least an Elemental Scion.
Though the fuckers do gatekeep hard.
Once you were one of them. In your first life. But you figured you wouldn't have enough time to complete the great work.
So you bound your soul to a soulstone and hid it in the ethereal plane.
Whenever you die, your soul is pulled away from the afterlife towards the soulstone.
After awhile, you regain your consciousness.
Then you need only traverse the endless expanses of the ethereal plane to gather enough essence, wait until a stillborn baby's soul leaves a free body for you, then you can incarnate again.
The thing is, in here, you gotta get creative to find yourself some essence. There is a lot, but it is always hidden, protected or some kind of trap to eat YOUR essence.
Where are you going to gather some essence?
> The Essence Mine. Ran by chained specters working for some lich, they recruit anyone capable of mining essence from raw emotional geodes they pull from the material plane using a stable warp portal. Very fancy stuff. They charge 50% of all the essence you can mine. Sometimes other miners try to steal your essence. The safest option. The only problem is that it takes FOREVER. And who wants to work all day forever? You will be born incredibly lazy. > The Debt Collector. You... er... kinda of owe a lot of essence to some shady shades from the shadow dimension. You could always try to get a little bit more essence squeeze out of them. Even if they don't lend you any essence, they could have a good idea of how to get some. The danger is they might trap you into a Pain Crystal for all eternity for being such a bad debtor. Pain essence, you heard, is almost as good as actual essence. But it is useless to you. Once they release you, it is game on again! You will be born cold and psychopathic. > The Ethereal Beast. A colossal, invisible leviathan glides through the endless ethereal skies. It feeds on residual essence, like a whale feeds on krill. Lots of creatures drift near it to eat its droppings. After a few eternities of eating leviathan shit, you might be able to get enough essence. The problem is there are competitors, even for eating shit. You will be born very beautiful though. Maybe with a propensity for coprofagia. > The Gate of Neverborn. A locked gate leads to where all the unborn ideas live adrift. Sometimes, a little scrap of Pure Potential escapes. Over many eternities, you may be able to gather enough essence. But you'll be reborn with a mind full of stolen dreams, yearning to be accomplished. That can be dangerous. > Write in (come up with ways to get essence, and a trait)
In the gentle aureate glow of the evening's final hour, you partake in that which you have wrought with your own two hands, shared with the one who means the world and more to you. The bustle of city life steadily gives way to the quiet of night, settling in the elder wood of the mansion. It is as though time stands still in this place of peace and golden light. For the very first time in all of your centuries, you feel truly at peace. Staring into the cyan pools that are Amaranth's eyes, you giggle like a girl, unable to control yourself. He too giggles in turn.
Trying to strike up a conversation, you bring up a topic that has kept you wondering for quite some time. "What have you found out about the mythal of the ruin?" You inquire, brushing your foot up against his leg. The magician chuckles, shaking his head in mock-disapproval. "You want to discuss my work at dinner? Although our findings have been quite fascinating. Lael and I have been deciphering the Dethek runes with Dulnur's help, and the history of that place is rather compelling," he begins.
Though dwarven methods of recording the date make it impossible to determine the exact year, millennia before these lands known as the Silver Marches were settled by humans, Tel'Quessir - that is, what the darthiir call themselves - and dwarvenkind inhabited the region as neighbors. From what the three have been able to infer, both realms found themselves facing up against an existential threat in the form of orcish aggression.
Below is a simple summary of our adventure so far and the next few messages will also be information gained during the previous thread before I open things properly.
You are Rey Vesperus, half-elven daughter to a Cleric of the Path and a lady ranger, apprentice to your mother's trade, and newly adoptive mother? Caretaker? To a strange lifeform.
Your new hometown is an interesting place. While you made friends with an (apprentice) doctor, your father got into a fight and brought a pair of monsters home who might become your family's responsibility since they have nowhere else to go.
You've shaken hands with the heir of Eichenwald (your new home city) in the hope of building a genuine friendship with the young man despite his bad reputation. His influence should at least help handle the problems of the Mamono village... If you choose to get involved. He left you with an overall good impression despite his bad reputation.
And now you've met the youngest daughter of Mother Earth, Nyct. You learned your soul has been reincarnated from a victim of antiquity, molded by the hands of Mother Earth herself. You also assumed the responsibility of adopting a new lifeform, a dear companion of your past life.
Your name is Aspen James Foster. For the past 98 days, you have been the President of the United States. It is not a fair world. If it were, you wouldn’t be sitting in the Oval at all. Your largest concerns would be about funding for whichever national parks are not receiving enough tourists. But it’s not a fair world. Just a few bombs in the Capitol building promoted you from a nobody Secretary of the Interior to the most powerful man in the free world. Now your priorities are keeping the country running, managing a half-empty Congress, handling multiple constitutional controversies and (most notably) fighting a war against the organization that caused this turmoil. All of this while trying to secure a full term in the White House in your own right.
You are currently on a flight to Riyadh, Saudi Arabia. There you will make your case to bring more nation states on to join the coalition against this terrorist group.
“Bobby, was it?”
“Huh? Oh, uh…yes, Mr. President.”
“Please, just Foster.”
You gesture to your assistant. Well, one of your assistants. He’s a new member of your staff, and that’s about all you know.
“We’re about to land. Can you give me a recap on the situation?”
“I can, sir- Sorry, I mean Foster.”
Bobby places the binder in his hand onto your desk, flipping through the pages.
“On January 24th 2012, the terrorist group Mujahideen for the Sake of God—MFSA for short detonated a series of specifically placed bombs in the Capitol building. The operation was orchestrated by the head of the MFSA, Rajab al-Hai. al-Hai utilized insider c-”
You raise your hand for Bobby to stop.
“Alright, I know all this. What’s next?”
“Uhm…right, yeah. Let’s see…”
The kid flips through the pages in his binder. You sigh.
“Ah! Okay, here we are. Ever since Operation Judgement Day had begun—that’s the name of the war, by the way.”
You rub your temple, ducking your face down into your lap. Does this kid not realize that you’re the one who made that name? Hell, does he not realize you’re the one that was involved in a lot of these developments? You think to yourself while the boy continues rambling that this should be obvious.
“Ever since Operation Judgement Day, the MFSA has been making extreme gains in Iraq to the point that the Iraqi government has all but collapsed, leaving them to fill the vacuum. Currently, our coalition consists of NATO and Saudi Arabia, and now we’re-”
You raise your hand to stop him again.
“Just…just tell me who’s all attending.”
“R-Right.”
Bobby flips through the binders. A drop of sweat trickles down his forehead.
“Aside from the heads of state from Turkey and Saudi Arabia, both of whom are already allied with us in this conflict, six other nation’s representatives will be attending. The list is as follows: Egypt, Israel, Jordan, Syria, Kuwait and Iran.”
You play as Argia Candente, a Paladin of Ansàrra cursed with silver hair since birth, on her way to deliver correction where needed. And there’s a lot of correction needed…
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Welcome to the <span class="mu-s">sixth thread</span> of Argia Candente's astounding adventures, our scatterbrained, silver-haired (busty, as the players decided) Holy Knight-trainee with a penchant for daydreaming and plagued by self-doubt, on a quest to achieve her ordaining and save her family from poverty and starvation.
You faced many threats and troubles (Threads 1-4) and then you explored an abandoned Temple looking for a corrupted wizard (Thread 5) to deliver to his Throneland masters. But then you suffered betrayal, from the person you trusted the most, the person who trusted you with her own deepest secret, disregarding your friends’ need to know. The only person you believed could understand you betrayed you… and the worst thing is that Willow did so to save your soul. Or so she believes.
Over the course of the latest thread you managed to rebuild together the relationship with your remaining companions — <span class="mu-s">Rubida dell’Obertengo</span> and <span class="mu-s">Soralisa da Zaribari</span>. While your Magus ally (and a friend, how much a Heathen can be called a friend) <span class="mu-s">Sandora Mirari</span> had to leave on urgent business after the recent scuffle with the Inquisitor set on your heels freed her.
And speaking of inquisition, you are currently under direct (very direct) scrutiny by <span class="mu-s">Rosandra Brusera da Roccafonda</span>, who has been sent by the highest hierarchies of the Holy Land. You knew your silver hair signified you were cursed, but you did not expect this trouble to reach you right now… At least you managed to convince Rosandra not to smite you immediately.
What’s worse, you failed the previous mission, the one given to you by <span class="mu-s">Carnaval</span>, the Angel of Ansàrra. And your Master, <span class="mu-s">Ibardo Delebasse</span>, has been imprisoned on charges of misbehaviour. You suspect that his habit of entertaining himself with the daughters and wives of the nobility finally caught up to him, but you are certain there’s more to this.
Now you and your friends continue your quest, looking for <span class="mu-s">Willow Stark</span>, the otherworlder who betrayed you… apparently to save your soul. There’s indeed much correction to be delivered!
so heres this story about that guy on discord named itzbyc2 hes a minecraft admin that used to date me but then he lied about being gay and broke up with me not because he lied about being gay but he also tricked me by faking his age that was 15 but his true age is 14 and im 16 which is a two year age gap so this made me upset and i obviously didnt forgave him but then today he came back to haunt me so we ran into each other on CNMC minecraft server just to tell me hes sorry but reason why i still never accepted it is because hes been doing messed up stuff after that thing we had like he told people behind my back that i was weird and he tried to sabatoge my best friend's minecraft server by using his alts and telling people to not join and thats why i never forgave him for any of that he never even said hes sorry for hurting my best friend i tried to report him but there were no other options but to say spam so now hes threatening me saying "your next" and 4 chan is pretty much the only place i could run to so heres that jerk's picture and help me from the harassment
Humanity has spread out into a massive sprawling empire throughout the galaxy. The edges of the sprawl remain poorly guarded and sparsely settled after all humanity throughout a thousand stars has always been alone save for their own creations which once waged war against them. This is no longer true now an unknown force has begun to attack sector 63 and other sectors and it is up to poorly supplied and desperate sailors to hold them back.
You are the Admiral of the naval fleet of sector 63 one of nearly a 100 rimward sectors on the edge of settled human space. The war for that is what this truly is now apparently has seen you as the last of the remaining Rimward commands in the area. The loss of the other commands has seen a significant number of refugees swarm your bastion in the form of the sector command of Cartha, the increased strain on the industrial world's food supply has seen you plan and launch a large scale raid on the recently lost world of New Garcia.
The raid has gone fantastic so far and as the last of the food is being stuffed into the few remaining empty places aboard one of the light cruisers, an enemy counterattack makes itself known. The corvettes left on a picket around one of the jump points just make it clear as an enemy battleship exits the swirling green vortex and then another and another. This continues on for several minutes as a total of 10 enemy battleships, 3 battlecruisers, 22 heavy cruisers,8 light cruisers and to your surprise 8 seemingly rare bird corvettes.
The enemy has yet to shake out into a proper formation but should do so very quickly, you have at your disposal. The Essex, 2 light cruisers, 7 destroyers and 9 corvettes 5 old 6 modern, a much smaller force than the enemies and you will need to hold on long enough for the army division to remount their transports and then fight your way to the jump point
>Be defensive around the planet >take the fight to the enemy
sorry about no new thread link in the last one I literally bumped it off myself
You are the Ishtari, brave warriors and passionate lovers. Your old lands became unlivable after a famine so you took your people north, to a land that for a long time was the domain of monsters. In there, you hope to find a new home for your clan, and perhaps build a kingdom one day.
King Protolau had three daughters, who all became adventurers. Upon learning of his death, they came back. The people discovered that one became a necromancer, another a paladin, and the youngest a gunslinger.
The council gets together to deliberate what to do.
Choose one of the daughters to be, name her, and determine what the council decided for you:
> You shall be crowned the new queen of Protoland > You shall receive an out of the way County to rule and not annoy the new queen > You shall be stripped of rank and forced to take the vows. However, you rebel, gather some misfits and go start your own thing in the Misty Forest
