(To everyone who signed up, I hope you are ready. I know I am. I have decided to start us south of the entrance to Eirenopolis (One of the largest cities of the north, lead by the priesthood of Selene). Your path takes you north, running parallel to one of the world's major mountain ranges. To your left, you can see foothills and vast plainlands. The group is abord an airship, by direct order of Mechaine. You are being sent to verify the strength of the Men of Iron. They are situated near a great breach, which leads directly into the prison which holds the blacklight. An esoteric field is all that holds it in, and the machines which maintain this field draw all matter of creatures which must be held off. Please enjoy!) You have each been picked, to reasons known to none but Mechaine, to operate one of the very first prototype airships. Speed is of the essence, which is why you use this vehicle. However, to avoid being spotted, you are forced to go around the long way, and approach the great breach from the north, where Bellatist territory does not span. As such, you will soon be passing by Eirenopolis, and will travel east through the Northern Mountain Kingdoms, before once again heading south. Your ship is somewhat low on supplies, and you will need to stop to get more soon. While you could likely reach the Northern Mountain Kingdoms before you ran out of food or fuel, the area is harsh, and finding supplies is likely to be difficult. Accompanying you are a few ship hands and engineers, who are responsible for seeing the ship in good maintenance. Who are you, and what do you wish to do?
Knowing only one spell that you are able to cast once a day, the pursuit of more arcane knowledge sprung naturally as your main goal, so you decided to set out in search of an magical school you hear about.
Choose your starting traits and let's embark on this adventure!
You cannot tell where your body begins and ends. You cannot move any of your limbs. While unusual, this doesn't scare you. Your eyes are closed. You let yourself relax...
It's unclear how much time has passed. The darkness beneath your eyelids has changed. Suddenly, there is space, and movement. Out of the abbyss, a thing appears
You see: > A black mass, swirling and writhing, ever changing shape, once full of shapes soft and fleshy, like the innards of an alien creature, once jutting with sharp edges, like shards of shattered bone. The mass has a blackness unlike any in the natural world, so dark it glistens. It makes the surrounding darkness apear faded and lifeless in comparison...
> A twinkle. The small light shimmers alone, until it is joined by another, and another. As the lights multiply, they illuminate the substance underneath. An ocean of quicksiler, as far as the eye can see. The waves swell and crash. What you took to be lights were droplets of liquid mercury jumping out. The element rages, and you feel respect towards it's power...
_____________ Hi guys, QM here, trying something new. This should be fun! This question and the few coming after it will determine the character and place in which the action will take place.
I burst out of the saloon as the hoof-beats outside grew louder and louder. Normally I would dip once a package was delivered, but these FUCKING SAVAGES have been getting too bold. Shots are being fired around the town, clearly I'm not alone in trying to repel this raid. Glass shatters and arrows shatter the windows of the saloon behind me, It's not until I hear the whine of my horse and see it fall to it's side I'd realize moving into the open was a mistake. Somehow the tribals out here got their hands on some proper rifles and revolvers. Turning my head back to the road where the shots came from I see the Indians, draw my Colt, and fire twice. One bullet for a pair with long guns, clearly supposed to be of US ARMY make. I should have accounted for the hoof beats **around** the Town. A pair of arrows strike me in the chest, I barely get a chance to see the redskins behind the crates and bags of goods these arrows came from before my vision fades as i start to fall backwards.
Somehow I feel sluggish as I next wake up, like there's a fog on my mind. As it recedes I realize a couple of things. I'm already standing upright. That shouldn't be the case from what I remember. The other thing noticed is it's still too dark blinking and trying to rub my eyes has done nothing to help change the lighting. A quick look around shows that I'm standing in a stone room, surrounded by odd metal torches, cobwebs, and a couple other people standing around barely moving. One is armored and the other looks like he's wearing a suit.
> Check our wounds. > Check on one of these other guys. > Try to find a door and walk out of here.
At the heart of the Johnny convention, behind one set of curtains inside the cuddling zone, there lies a group of zany individuals sharing their stories. You’re among them. And as of now, you’re listening to the second culprit of this entire event happening: Lydie.
The former priestess of the Church of Beauty has revealed that you (and your seven Johnny Plushies) are the reason why she’s excommunicated. This creates a little shock in Dog Girl or Proto-Cow as, well, she doesn’t act like a proper religious girl. But there’s a mystery, why *you* (and the Seven Johnny Plushies)? The moment to find out is now.
“Thanks to me? What did I do?” You feel like it’s very irresponsible of Lydie to point fingers at you or anything that looks like you.
“Be chosen by <span class="mu-s">me</span>!” Lydie puts her hand on her chest. “I couldn’t continue my proper functions without stating your beauty! They’d ask me: <span class="mu-i">Who among these men is the most gorgeous?</span> And I’d say you! Then they’d retort: <span class="mu-i">pick one of the contestants</span>, and I'd say I’m not interested! They couldn’t accept you as an answer because you haven’t gone through the proper channels. They never spared you a thought! Never listened to me! But they’d be damned! I chose well.”
“I don’t want to come off as too forward, but isn’t this entirely your fault?” Proto-Cow Verity dryly retorts after reviving from the petting.
“She’s in love, who are we to judge?” Dog Girl Donna doesn’t see the issue.
“Partially intelligent beings.” Verity states.
“Regardless! I’ve been forced into a position I would rather not be in, but as it’s my nature, I always make the best out of my current dilemma.” Lydie explains.
“Right…” You don’t know if you feel responsible for this or not. You two have never met before.
“More questions, my jewel! More questions! I’ll answer anything you’re curious about!” Lydie wants more and more attention!
<span class="mu-s">What do you do?</span>
>Ask Lydie if there is a way to help her out. Extend a helping hand to this silly girl. >Ask Lydie if she knows Nariko or Ichie. Look for more bovine connections. >You have spent enough time here. Leave the Convention without causing a ruckus. Let your fans enjoy themselves. >Give the signal. Bring Rora, Pansori, and Celia back. Plan together an incredible ending for the event. >This event was fun. Time to ruin it. Open the curtains and create an unprecedented amount of mayhem. >Write In.
this person humbled my sister (she's 15yo) on discord, roblox and Instagram (idk his age). He called her an slut, a bitch, and he harassed her in many ways. What can I do to help my sister? (I'm sorry for my bad english, I'm new at this)
Katya found herself in a small, well reinforced and rather dark chamber. The only source of light was a softly humming red light, her looking up at it and awaiting what would happen next. An alarm sounded from behind the metal door in front of her, before there was a hiss of air. The doors slid open, Katya looking a little uncomfortable as she blocked out the bright and sudden light with her wing. "Step forward, subject ATO-4013." A calm voice would say over the intercom, the young and still small owl subject doing as told. The chamber she was in was rather large, sterile and empty. Katya tilted her head and looked at all the tiny details she could spot. Dents on the wall, spots where large stains had clearly been, and even some bullet holes. And looking up and to the side, Katya saw some glass, behind which several scientists stood, including her very own father...
Katya would smile and wave a little bit, though would quickly feel a soft shock around her neck. "Do not interact with the staff, ATO-4013." Roraima's voice echoed over the intercom, Katya looking down and nodding quickly. Katya would keep looking around, soon noticing a metal door on the other side of the room. Katya quietly looked at it, already hearing that something was waiting behind it. "Subject ATO-4013, todays training will be different from previous trainings. Instead of facing off against mock targets or facility staff, you will now train with another subject. You are authorised to use any and all force to defeat said subject. Is this clear?" Katya looked horrified. Never before had she had to hurt a subject before. She was scared of hurting what was essentially one of her siblings. Though, she was also terrified of upsetting Roraima. She didn't want to be shocked, or worse. And yet, she also didn't want to hurt anyone innocent. "Y-Yes, Roraima." She said whilst trying to hide her fear. After all, she knew that Roraima hated seeing fear, even if this left Katya terrified...
Katya saw the doors open, her trying to remain calm, as her opponent revealed themselves. The subject in front of her was one she had seen before, but never really talked to. It was a completely dark subject. Her hair was pitch black, her skin a similar deep dark hue. She had three large dark horns which connected to her back which appeared similar to that of a beetle. Her hands appeared like large black daggers, almost looking reminiscent of a mantis' claws. She was a foot taller than Katya, but was still only 5 feet, small for a subject. Her white cloths which covered her torso were the only thing which did not appear completely black, along with her confident red eyes. The subject had a calm, confident yet reassuring smile, stepping forward as if they were just formally meeting. "Subject AB-90, you will fight against subject ATO-4013. You are authorised to use any level of force against her. So long as you do not hold back. Is this clear?!" Roraima said in a more agitated tone.
Famine came not like a storm loud and sudden but like a slow curse, creeping through the soil, hollowing out the grain, and turning every promise to dust.
The land that once fed your ancestors golden fields and stone granaries withered under the weight of hunger. The lords of the old kingdom, bloated and blind, slammed the gates shut and barred the roads. They kept what was left for themselves.
You and your kin were cast out peasants deemed unworthy of the last harvest.
You wandered, days and nights, until you reached the edge of the known world where no banners fly, where the spirits whisper freely, and where the land is still untamed.
Here, you have found a place. Scarred. Wild. Full of danger and full of potential.
You must build a home, defend your people, and carve your tribe’s name into the world. The gods watch. The beasts stir. Other tribes already smell blood.
Your people have nothing and therefore, everything to gain.
Where have you settled?
>Ashen Wastes- Blackened volcanic badlands with fertile ash soil in valleys. Rich in obsidian and rare minerals.
>Sunforge Plateau- Windswept highlands rich in copper and iron, but with thin, rocky soil. Excellent for fortresses, poor for farming.
>Stormbreak Coast- Rocky seaside cliffs constantly battered by waves; excellent fishing and trade potential, but weather is brutal.
