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Nearly shapeless and writhing, an amber pool of sputtering splattering fixed upon gags and strain against the coils and tendrils of the creature held fast against that frame. All the while the pair of figures stared on without care or adverting their eyes. They simply took the place of an audience, waiting for the display to come to a close. Which eventually against all demands or pleads, fight the act comes to a close. A lift of their finger sees the bird take flight, and it only travels a few feet before it travels straight up disappearing out of sight. For when it would be beckoned to again

Quest Objective | Successfully tame a Familiar. Post Action | Taming Roll, ID: 256866 LD: 12 + 15= 27 SUCCESS Tiny tendrils of amber, a contrast that did not match the dark floor began to peak their way through the boards. "What the fu-" Mari barely managed to dodge them as one shot out at her, trying to wrap itself around her ankle. That player had seen this? How? Another came up from under the boardwalk and attached itself to her ankle, throwing Mari off kilter - she fell to the floor with a thud. It continued, oozing up and out from under the planks as it bubbled. And Mari couldn't

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It hurt. It hurt because this felt final. More final than the moments he had asked her to leave that small little room in the inn. More final than when she saw him be whisked away with another woman in his arms. She knew she should move, but Alinta couldn’t. She stood there, shaking in the snow. Nose red from the cold, from the tears that trickled down her face, silent salty trails of pain that couldn’t be kept within her trembling frame. Scar --> Alinta: Wait! There's no trap! Her vision blurred as more tears filled her eyes. Oh how she wanted to take those few steps,

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♦ bael NAME michael castle GENDER male AGE [adult.] HEIGHT 183 cm WEIGHT 90 kg BIRTHDAY [january.] [HISTORY] [VIRTUES] [VICES]

As the board walk creeks the looming figure pivots without a sound. As if their body held no weight, their skin unbothered by the cold. It follows in a slow turn, as if a head beneath that cowl watches on as Mari walks. Another slow pivot in a tilt, ERROR appears to watch the NPC retreat having had more then its fill. The hood turns back and faintly the slight glimmer of yellow beneath that cowl gives back something unnatural. Hands slowly drift down from crossed sleeves, showing the matte black shapes of hands. ERROR offers but a single slow reveal of its appendage as it points to the dock be

Quest Objective | Talk to the Traveling Fortune Teller and obtain the Familiar Food from her. A fortune teller with a cart bumped into her; she looked....terrified. "Huh?" Mari recognized her - a quest giver...traveling the floors to hand out familiar food but Mari already - Oh... That's right. Kohaku died during her fight with Addex. Mari didn't really consider getting another familiar. She really had no need to. "Oh... I'm not..." Mari tried to deny the NPC, she wasn't here to find a familiar. What kind of familiar would even be on a floor like this? "Here, please! Take it." She

An eerie looking place where droning winds lapped against hollowed and empty docks. Not inviting, not lively. Absent and dead, left to rot for eternity in its own juxtaposition. Where other floors had endless life that could live indefinitely, this floor was a tomb that stood barren although it could support life. Its creator choosing to leave it abandoned and ramshackle, gone with nothing but the winds to howl. The waves of water as they licked greedily at the wooden heels of the docks, causing them to groan in denial and disagreement as whatever ware they'd take would just be reversed become

The snow fell in whispering waves, soft enough to muffle even his heartbeat. The Starglades had always been silent, a sanctuary buried in frost, but now the stillness felt heavier. Lonelier. Jack adjusted the collar of his coat, gloved fingers flexing at his sides. The cold bit at the edges of his knuckles, a grounding sting that reminded him he was still here, still waiting. The flakes that landed in his hair melted instantly, running down his temples in thin, icy rivulets. He didn't know why he'd picked this place, maybe because the stars here always seemed brighter. Maybe because

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Familiar Obtainment Thread: PENDING Familiar Name: Barghest (phonetic: BAR GUEST) Familiar Description: An spiritual guide that takes the shape of both Izanami's strength while it cohabits her body, as well as her weapon: A glass sphere which the creatures skull resides inside of. That skull is its phylactery allowing it travel beyond the walls of <<Floor 10, Yomi>> at all. In life it was a wolf, and in death and the afterlife it serves its new master without a body to assist her. The only way it can is by augmenting her directly, like a cardinal bestowed battery that was given

Roleplay Log: [TAG] Thread Name | <<Quest Title>> | STATUS [TAG] Thread Name | <<Quest Title>> | STATUS [TAG] Thread Name | <<Quest Title>> | STATUS "I am nothing without him, as he is without me."

Was this Snowfrost? Aeva looked at the cozy winter settlement with a mixture of wonder and confusion. It had been some time, but she had eventually made her way here through the snowy forest. A few NPCs and players alike gave the girl odd looks as she emerged from the woods themselves rather than the many paths leading through them from town. Of course, that would be a rather long story, and Aeva was far too distracted by Snowfrost to acknowledge the attention from any of them. Soon enough, she found herself aimlessly wandering the white streets of the town, admiring the little sho

Skills: [Insert Skills here.] Inventory: New Character Bundle: E (Scout) Hand Mirror (Rare/Tierless/Trinket) - Loot Dice +2 Equipment [Insert Equipment here.] Consumables [Insert Consumables here.] "I will loosen the bonds of mortality"

Virtues Agreeable - Aira doesn't have too much trouble falling in line. The woman has always kind of went with the flow and like a puzzle piece snapped into place. Not exactly rough like sandpaper. Consistent - Always was the hard worker. Aira keeps to a schedule and is somewhat predictable. Some would consider it a bad thing to be easy to keep track of or understand but its how she gets by. Smart - Aira doesn't have too much trouble learning, when information is given to her. Always with a nose in a book or listening to peers, although her interests are fleeting her intelligence is not.

Username: Izanami Real name: Aira Funari Age: 23 Gender: Female Height: 5'8 Background: Aira is was a rather standard child, albeit with an odd mixed heritage. Growing up in Kagawa Prefecture which equates to a small nothing town with not a whole lot of people. The oddity is her features, that of a European given her mothers side. It was a little difficult fitting in being a larger girl then her peers, but being born and raised in japan certainly helped. Moderate grades, a club or two left her very form fit to her class mates. Aira's life was and is utterly mundane. Past

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2 Weeks Ago He had messaged her…Alinta received the message during one of her walks around the Town of Beginnings. He wanted to see her…there was a pang of yearning in her heart at that - it had only been a few days since she fell asleep next to him after whatever he experienced in the forest. Nursed him back to health…only to wake up to find herself cuddled up against him in bed. She wasn’t sure how she got there, but guessed she had crawled in next to him at some point. Alinta longed to stay there, soaking up his warmth. The beat of his heart against her fingertips - but he had asked he

The same story, different soul. Veil had received the invitation, he smirked. It was certain there would be refreshments, food, perhaps even some fun. It didn't take him long to be ready, every movement he made was deliberate, calculated, smooth. He had a ball to attend to, an offer he simply couldn't refuse. He had been denied the pleasure of voluntarily attending much of anything in his youth, so he found an extra wisp of pleasure in knowing that he could decide what the evening would be. He arrived on the scene, a man who looked to be a guard approached him, offering a choice; Sa

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