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  1. a ship in a harbor is safe, but that's not what ships were built for.

  2. The Mighty Will Fall (Sign-Ups) ... The long and short of it: This RP will feature a dystopian kingdom in the late medieval age. Humans rule, and Mages live in hiding. Anyone with magical inclination must hide their ability or else suffer imprisonment or execution. Dragons are nearly extinct, slain on sight for fear that they will bring back the old oppressing gods that used to dominate the world. Our story begins with the sighting of possibly the last dragon, and the ones who will hunt it or seek it... ((expect adventure fraught with danger and add a dash of potential for romance)) *if your interest is piqued, please feel free to read on... to the details* The World: A civilization on the edge of an era, there is little magic left in the world. Humans had risen up against those who so arrogantly called themselves gods, and took back their freedom. Dragons, an ancient race that had brought magic to the first gods, have been hunted nearly to extinction. Humans have since thrived and dominated the world, their kingdoms spanning across the lands. Their past slavey to the old gods feeds their mistrust of any who show magical ability. Magic is now considered dark and evil, and anyone discovered to be cursed with it is either imprisoned or killed. The Plot: There is a final push to extinguish whatever sorcery is left in the world. The humans hate and fear anything of magical origin, they burn witches and slay dragons - the end of the age is drawing near, when such things will fade into legend and myth. There are survivors left in the world. A wary, scattered few, with diluted magic still in their veins. They hide, of course, keeping secret what they are, and dulling their own potential. No mage can train openly, and no magic can bloom without tending. A dragon has been sighted. Such a beast has not been seen for nearly 20 years. The King means to hunt it, and end it's existence, snuffing out the threat- but if someone of magical blood can befriend the beast, legend says that a dragon can augment their abilities... make them great and god-like... The Character Classes: Human no magical ability. Inclined to distrust or fear anything with magical ability or origin... unless they are of a truly compassionate heart... Beast Mage One who is connected with animals. A weak or untrained beast mage can still influence the mood of a creature, and feel a connection to the animal itself. A strong one, with training, can learn to possess a creature and "ride" it, seeing the world through it's eyes and controlling its movements. A beast mage often adopts a companion animal that they befriend, who is constantly at their side. Their control over their magery determines how heavily influenced a creature is, how much control the beast mage can exact on it. A great Beast Mage who has bonded with a dragon can shift their own shape to become whatever beast they desire. They still maintain control over other creatures, while in their beast form, and heal remarkably quickly. Nature Mage One who is connected with the elements. a weak or untrained nature mage can still manipulate small element gatherings; make a flame grow, or will water to move down a new path. A strong one can maintain clear control over all of them at once, even to the point of manipulating weather or natural events. in between are different stages of control over the isolated elements themselves, even when they are removed from their source. But no matter how great a nature mage is, they cannot 'create' an element - it must already be present. for example, a nature mage cannot create a flame if it is not already there. A great Nature Mage who has bonded with a dragon can. They would not be restricted by the availability of the elements, as they could create them whenever and wherever they needed them. Light Mage One who can manipulate light, also called an 'Illusionist'. A weak light mage would still be able to produce orbs of light, and maybe control their color and brightness. A strong one can advance to the ability to create the illusion of something that isnt actually there- even turn themselves invisible or into someone else. A great light mage who has bonded with a dragon can weave together an image so believable, you can actually touch it. They can essentially create reality. Dragon *this class is not available as a character choice - this is for reference only* The ancient beasts who are said to have brought magic into the world. A dragon does not possess any real magical ability themselves, aside from their immortality, fire breathing and ability to disguise themselves in a human form. They are intelligent and unpredictable. A wild dragon, unbound to a mage, is as likely to kill a mortal as they are to converse. They live for thousands of years, if not forever; that is, no dragon known has died of old age. When a Dragon bonds with a human or mage, they share the very life of that person, and are referred to as 'heartbound'. To kill one will slay the other, but a Dragon's immunity to time is also shared, and so the heartbound lives as long as the dragon would, naturally. ​In their human form, a dragon is severely limited. They lose the advantage of their armored scales, are unable to breathe fire, and of course cannot fly. In fact, they are, in almost every way, human - except for their ability to shift into the great beast of their true form, and their immunity to time.The Players: FeatherKey_Fate---> Achaean, the DragonErogenous Enigma---> Sophira, the Nature MageZelios---> Rinkron, the Nature Mage The State of Things: The kingdom of Rookstone was where it all began, when the first men overthrew their oppressing gods two centuries ago. The reigning sovereign of today, King Slade, works to weed out what is left of the dying breed of Mages. The land beyond the boarders of Rookstone is wilding territory - dangerous and uncivilized. It is known that bands of barbarians roam the wilds, who don't extinguish magic when it is found in their children, but also lack the means to nurture it. King Slade is resolute in his campaign to free the world from the dark grip of magic. He has been rallying together soldiers to crusade for him, to track down and end the wild children - to smoke out the offenders in his own streets - and to hunt the fading breed of dragons and end the line of magic once and for all. He will not stop until magic is only a myth. he will not stop until his people are safe from the threat of the old gods. So, if there is any more interest, aside from the guidelines detailed above, you can invent any history for your character you'd like - but be aware that you must restrict you mage's trained power. You can have as much potential as you'd like, but in this world magic is nearly dead- there would be no way for a mage in hiding to train up their power and know their limits - and a mage born to the barbarians might stand a better chance, but they wouldn't have proper training. Also, I will be playing the part of the Dragon - so you are free to select any other character type. Anywho, a few things about the logistics: I'd like to keep this to a maximum of four authors, including myself.You may play up to three characters, if you so desire questions? comments? suggestions? post them right here.Feel Free to Skype me: FeatherKey_Fateplease free to offer advice and constructive criticism - I am always looking to improve my writing! A character sheet, for your Reference:
  3. R The Mighty Will Fall

    ((Discussion)) The Beast left giant footprints in the soft soil of the riverbank. Though his great wings were tucked tightly in at his sides, he could still feel the spindly needles of the evergreens brushing against them. The water churned around the dragon’s scaly forelegs as he waded in and dipped his head to drink from the river. His sides heaved as he breathed between gulps, drinking in the coolness of the freshwater. Achaean appreciated mornings like this; Quiet, peaceful, and serene. He could still feel the warmth of the blood that had filled his mouth when he'd ended the hunt - primal and instinctual, with every fiber of his being reveling victory over the stag that he had chosen. The creature had stood no chance. Not when Aean had the advantage of such a mighty form. With his belly full from the kill and fresh water from the river, Aean took solace in the knowledge that there were miles of wilderness between himself and the relentless troubles of the so-called civilized world. Such a world used to concern him, used to weigh heavily on his thoughts. But those times were long since past. With careful concealment, Aean had removed himself from the world's awareness, detaching his ancient life from their petty squabbles and greedy ambitions. Despite all their shortcomings, it was not something he had been eager to do. Aean hadn't sought solitude out of preference, but rather, out of necessity. It was either isolation or his end. Something disturbed his bitter contentment and drew his attention. He lifted his horned head to peer suspiciously at the trees that lined the banks of the river. Perhaps he had grown too comfortable in his lonely mountain spine; Perhaps he had grown careless. After all, hadn't he decided long ago that taking to the skies in all his might and majesty would be too obvious? And what had he just done; used such frivolous advantages to his favor to stalk and pin a stag. Well the stag was his. It was taken, consumed, and now fed the fuel of his life - but what would such an easy and extravagant hunt now cost him? Molten gold eyes surveyed the shadows critically, sure that something was out of place. The water was still rolling in droplets off the scales of his maw as he stalked forward. A flock of sparrows burst from the canopy of a tree further in the forest, spurred into flight by something there that had startled them. Aean was sure now, this wasn’t a beast of the forest, it wasnt something that belonged there. Something foreign had wandered into his territory. Something that brought with it danger and death. He had been hoisted by his own petard, and caught in the open in a shape that could condemn him. His kind was dying if not already dead, and if a mortal had seen him now, they would come in throngs to hunt him. He cursed himself inwardly, damning his foolish notion to hunt in the traditional fashion. He was deft enough with a bow when wearing his mortal skin - he could have avoided this impending threat had he just been humble. He didn't know now if he had been spotted, but a great beast wading in the river was a hard thing to overlook. At least if he remained as a beast, he was less vulnerable than as a man. More conspicuous, perhaps, but less vulnerable. With a low breath that rumbled in the core of him, the scaled dragon drew himself up to his full height and unfurled his wings. He made for an impressive display: the great lizard, taking his stand in the middle of the running water. His eyes glowed with the ancient magic of his kind under the twisted horns that framed his head, the spines that ran long his frame prickled, and his nostrils flared in warning. He did not speak, he was not intending on exchanging words with this trespasser. He was going to end them if he could, save himself from whatever potential threat there might have been to his future existence. These were his woods, his mountains, his domain. Aean had made it that way. And he intended to keep it.
  4. Life and Death

    Life and Death 1x1 dark fantasy / ?romance? Plot: Death meats a Human (maybe even all boy meets girl like...) who strikes a deal to buy themselves more time. The terms are simple; every year, the mortal will provide a stranger's life in exchange for a year of guaranteed immunity form death. essentially, immortality is achievable as long as someone's life is taken. Should the mortal fail to provide a sacrifice, their time on Earth has expired. Intrigued, Death agrees - but curiosity drives Death to further get to know this human. this is very open to change and suggestion - I'd just like to see where it goes from here. you can play whichever role you'd like, Death or Mortal - but I would like to request that I play the female. that means you're the male. It doesn't have to be a romance (I do love a good romance, though) - and it can be set in any time frame that suits your fancy. You can give your character any history or motive you'd like, and even choose to be more or less inclined to empathy and compassion. your call on everything but the gender. I so very want to play a girl for once. also, i want to get this up and going as quickly as possible... usually i spend a month discussing the story structure and building the world with my co-authors... to avoid such lengthy procedures, I'll just ask that you answer the following: (if it's here, I'm interested in it, so don't be shy) 1) You want to be Death or Human? 2) What time period would you prefer? 3) Central location: New York, Seattle, San Francisco, London, or Rome? choose one. (era permitting, of course) 4) interested in romance? 5) Have our characters already struck the deal; has this ritual been going on every year for a while, now? or shall we begin with the initial introduction to each other and the agreement of the terms? 6) Are you more interested in keeping the story focused on Death and the Mortal, or should we toss in the opinions and mind of this year's Sacrafice? (this could change a lot of the above and might warrant a little more discussion, but might be worth it) 7) Have you anything else to add? anywho, I'm looking forward to exploring this kind of dark theme; all questions of morality and the worth of one life weighed against another and all... let me know if youre interested!!
  5. That would be a working title... any good title suggestions? ~Openings still available~ Get the gist of it: Your typical dystopian future-world. The "Fringe Planets" have suffered a cataclysmic incident involving a meteor cluster that devastated them, reducing the inhabitants to desperation. Seizing the opportunity, a shady figure emerges with grand promises for the people, eager to take advantage of their hope and build a world of their own design. Enter the unlikely heroes: a not-at-all-cliched group of smugglers/ruffians who assume the role of the futuristic Robin Hood and his merry men. Steal from the rich, give to the poor (while taking a grand small commission, too; don't let's be unreasonable) who will thwart the selfish schemes of this tyrant. I really don't have any tangible limits for your character - you may be whatever species/gender/hybrid you'd like within the realm of sci-fi fantasy. Cyborg? definitely! Tentacle monster? Certainly! Human? Of course! Feel free to pull from the wells of pre-existing fandom's as well: Twi'leks, Vulcans, and Na'vi are welcome (among all others). My only restriction is that the grandiose stories from those worlds stay where they are. There is no Federation, We aren't part of the Rebel Alliance, and the Pandorica never opened. Otherwise, yeah. All of the space things. *The following roles are only what I've thrown out there as a template. If you've got another slot in mind that I've forgotten, I'm open to suggestions!* The Necessary Players: The captain - Freega Nurman Played by Yajuu_KikuishiShip's Commander Rhiannon Fae - Played by Lady_FateThe pilot - Played by ElphysThe engineer Forkuutarashad - Played by Yajuu_KikuishiThe Dastardly Antagonist *specifics TBD* - Played by Lady_Fate with help from the Ensemble the not-so-necessary-but-still-revelant players: The cookThe medic - Played by ElphysThe Mercenary (passenger) Oliver Ryker - Played by Yajuu_KikuishiThe Stow-Away (passenger) Apixaderet - Played by Lady_Fate*Feel Free to fill in / claim secondary characters where we need them* *Also, if you have a character in mind that may fill a role you do not see listed, don't hesitate to suggest it! I'd be happy to add slots if it'll better suit your character!* Character Sheet Template: The disclaimer: Any resemblance to existing fandoms or plot lines, active or dead, is purposely coincidental. Let's be real, this thing isn't pretending to be original- that's absurd. This is sci-fi.
  6. OPEN Surreal*RPG - reboot!

    Wstfgl, were you still inclined to allow us to accidentally unleash your Mr. Gary Shoe? if so, do you think a tap of fingernail on the glass would be enough to wake him? or *should we involve something a little more dramatic*?
  7. Surreal*RPG: Team Orange Override

    "That mean anything to you?" Kate gave a noncommittal shrug, unsure if it did, in fact, mean anything to her. She liked to think that she had the capacity to wrap her head around whatever was going on, and something about Siri's answer did feel a little familiar. "And Designation and forum rank - what about that?" She turned her head and frowned at him - well... not really at him, but certainly at the situation. 'Designation' invoked memories of Star Trek: Voyager and the Borg, but this wasn't Star Trek. Still... it could possibly be along the same lines. 'Forum Rank' though? being the techy she'd always been, she immediately thought of the various websites she'd visited; nothing of that had to do with star trek - it was all, question and answer, torrent downloads, and -- "Oh!" Thump - thud - thump She blinked, half torn between attempting an answer and the sound that had just invaded the otherwise silent space they had found themselves in. Her mind was made up for her, however, when a clearly female voice sounded from behind one of the glass cases that contained the silent and still figures. "THE HELL IS GOING ON?" Kate moved forward, leaning on tip-toes to peer around the mass of the trapped character to find the figure of an elegantly dressed young woman. "Well, would you look at that," she said almost amusedly to herself as she stole a glance back at Solyeuse. She attempted a friendly smile as she returned her attention to the girl. "Would I be correct in assuming you don't run with this crowd?" she tapped one of her polished nails on the surface of the glass, indicating the nearest confined character to her - a fellow who could only really be described as an effeminate white-haired, pretty boy.
  8. Black To Earth

    *poofs into everyone else's business* you might be confusing elves with vampires, if I understand correctly. see: http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2011/07/21/twilight-science-supports-sparkly-vampires_n_905037.html *cackles and poofs away*
  9. OPEN Surreal*RPG - reboot!

    lol - but we're so squishy! and everything is too perilous! Kate hasn't come to terms with the amount of peril involved, just yet. I think she's got a bobby pin or two holding her bangs out of her eyes that she can utilize, though... lets see about those locked doors...
  10. Noted :) I think five planets total in the star system; three inhabited, and two of which that were struck by the meteors sounds reasonable. I've even thrown together a little something for visual reference... This can be easily edited if you think anything should be added/changed- and the proportions are all out of wack, but you get the general idea ;) The three inhabitable planets would be (in numerical order starting from the star) planets 2, 3, and 5. What do you think?
  11. OPEN Surreal*RPG - reboot!

    I'd be game for that! :) but at the risk of sounding incredibly silly (and lazy, since i could have probably poked around and found this out somewhere) who's Elizabeth? Also, if Asura is looking for an 'us' to join, I'd like to nominate Orange Override!?!
  12. Surreal*RPG: Team Orange Override

    "That just fills me with confidence," Kate's nervous smile remained painted on her face, though she felt a wash of embarrassment and uselessness run over her. But why? that broke her stuck-on pleasantry, and she pushed her brows together. It wasn't her fault after all, and this stranger wasn't any more clued-in than she was. "Do you know where, exactly, we are? And where should we go from here?" Kate felt her fingers tighten around the iPhone still clutched in her hand - the answers to his question were literally at her fingertips - and yet, the idea that her phone was more useful than she was made her feel even more inadequate. She pressed her lips together in anticipation of the answer she was about to give, almost making up her mind to share the technology with him - after all, she didn't really like the look of the foreign figures much, either - but as though he sensed her reluctance, the Elf spoke again. "I don't believe we've been introduced - I'm Solyeuse Sky-Seeker. How about you?" There was something about formal introductions that always seemed to put her at ease. Maybe it was the guarantee that you now had a few seconds to consider your next move, while all parties involved went through the necessary steps; maybe it was the old urban legend that names gave you power over a person; then again, maybe it was just the simple proof that those you were speaking to held a degree of respect for manners and civility. Whatever the reason, this question made Kate much more inclined to like the Elf that called himself Solyeuse Sky-Seeker. As unorthodox as it was, it was nice to have something to call him. She grinned again, this time softly, "I'm Kate," she answered, feeling another string of words trailing behind her own introduction, "and I think I might be able to get us out of here." She considered what she knew: This... world... seemed to be Surreality. Those figures were characters. Solyeuse and herself were standing in a character... archive? Archive. Her own Character archive was just down the hall, but there was a very likely possibility that one of the bot-things were wandering around out there. She didn't know what they were, what they wanted, or how to get past one. Also, alarmingly, she didn't know how to deliver what she'd so casually promised: getting them out of here. Not in the grand sense, anyway. She shrugged. A little was better than nothing. It felt silly to ask her phone for directions to a place she already knew the location of, so she tucked it into one of her jacket pockets, zipped it up to ensure its security, and tossed a look back at the Elf. "I have a place we can go, follow my lead." She resisted a wary glance at the foreboding figures that occupied the room with them, and moved briskly back towards the door they had initially come through. She conjured up the image of her door in her mind, remembering it's place down the hall. "We'll need to be quick," she said, putting faith in the belief that the bots seemed incapable of following them into one of the character archives, as long as the door remained closed. She drew in a breath. She made her move. Kate didn't bother looking for the bot, though she didn't immediately see it. Instead, as soon as her foot was planted in the hall, she veered sharply to the left, and finding her path clear, bolted for the door she'd fixed her eyes on. For a moment, she dared to hope that the bot had moved on - but then a shrill mechanical voice called after her, “Your Designation and forum rank?!†She gave a little cry as she reached forward to grasp the handle, and as she turned it, she realized that something felt wrong in the pit of her. With the whirring of the bot behind them, however, she didn't hesitate. Into the character thread she went, stumbling forward again- as she had before - caught off guard by the few steps down into the archive room. She was immediately aware, however, that this was not her character archive. This was entirely different. Those were not her characters. These were not her ideas. Stiffly she unzipped her pocket and withdrew her phone. She held the button and waited for the chime before asking, "Where are we?" and the humanly mechanical voice of Siri answered her, "You're near http://www.surreality-rp.com/topic/320-wstfgls-waste-of-space/"
  13. OPEN Surreal*RPG - reboot!

    lol - you're welcome to call me feather if you really want to :) I'm cool with that, so long as you don't mind if I yank the reigns around a little! we've got some ground to cover if we want to catch up to the others!
  14. phew! apologies for the delay! I've noticed that Elphys has also been away from 'the login' for a bit, so I'd like to give adequate time for replies and such before I assume she is no longer interested. In the meantime, I don't think she would mind terribly if we developed the world a bit? So, we've already agreed on a small foreign star system that is ravaged by renegade meteors - now lets pick out some planets! Would you like the home worlds of your characters to be included among this system? or are your people foreigners?
  15. R The Mighty Will Fall

    Four steps. That was all Aean had taken when he heard the distant voice. It was a harsh scream of a whisper, intended to maintain silence, but anger seemed to have overridden it. There were no discernible words that Aean could pick out- not at first- but as soon as he heard it, he froze. He knew the situation was precarious enough with a Mage on his heels that suspected him of treachery, the last thing he needed was a band of dragon hunters teaming up with her to take him down. She, after all, posed the most serious threat.for now, however, her intentions were unclear. There was still a chance he could get answers from her. "Oi! over 'ere!" a thickly accented, brute of a man called back to his comrades. "Keep yer voice down!" Another answered, "Don' want te bring the beast down on us, do ya?" Aean scowled. It was frustrating enough suspecting your misfortunes, it was infuriating to have them confirmed. He had sunk down low, making sure to take full advantage of the woven forest the she-Mage had provided for them. "The camp's days old- the fire's gone cold." Aean gave a sideways glance at the she-Mage. "No- someone's been there recently- did you not see the damp soil!? The tracks?" "Do ye think they've been eaten?" "Don' be daft, Kale," the accented man chided, his words coinciding with a lazy thud that could only be a hand clapped heavily on a back, "there'd be more than a cold fire and wet earth if there's been a struggle." "Know what I think?" A new voice made an appearance- shy and modest, "I heard, once, that dragons have magic of their own." "What're you on about?" "No, really!" The shyness melted out of the youth's voice, "what if that camp... Well... I heard they could make themselves like us!" "You wha?" "The boy's gone an' lost 'imself in legend" "I have not! It's true! They can--" Having felt the topic of conversation veering into subjects that Aean would prefer remain undiscussed, he had readied his bow and notched an arrow. He couldn't see the men who were discussing his secrets, but he knew their approximate location. Drawing back he aimed off to the right of where their conversation was coming from, and then released. With a hiss the arrow flew, and with a snap and a clatter he heard it do it's intended work and halt the conversation. Silence fell as the men undoubtedly fixed their attention off on the distraction. Aean took the opportunity to ready another arrow, but step lightly in the original direction of his intent.
  16. R The Mighty Will Fall

    Despite the casual act he put on for her, he felt relief when his suggestion to move on had met with no resistance. Even more so now that she had confirmed her compliance with words, he thought he'd push his luck and turn his back on her. He wasn't necessarily letting his guard down; but the truth of the matter was this: her distrust of him was the least of his worries. If her initial news had been true, Aean shouldn't leave his own migration for tomorrow as he had been planning. He'd imagined that his scuffle with the hunters had certainly drawn attention, but he didn't think the townsfolk would act so quickly. He'd assumed they would need a day to pluck up enough courage to rally together and come after him. Perhaps not, though. leaving sooner was better than later. "Where do you suggest we seek this privacy?" He tossed her a glance and noted the expression she wore, finding an odd sort of respect waiting to influence him. She was smart enough to be cautious - which might be why she had been able to make it this far. with half a sigh, he replied, "I know these mountains," delivering a vague sort of pointed implication. Uselessly, he kicked dirt over the obviously unused campfire site, hoping to at least give the impression that he had relied on the heat the previous night. This time he didn't chance a look at the she-mage, unwilling to draw unnecessary attention to something he hoped she'd overlook. Shouldering a half-full quiver of roughly made arrows, and securing his repaired bow sideways across his chest, Aean scooped up the dull short sword that had been cast off in the dirt from before. He cursed his own carelessness. Anyone paying half-a-mind would observe how un-cared-for his weapons were. "There's an overgrown ruin north of here that will give us shelter and a good vantage," her offered hoping to distract her. Having nothing else to retrieve he turned to watch her, his brow furrowed. He gave her only a moment before he turned away again. He couldn't force her to follow - or rather he wouldn't. At least he didn't think he would. It was that burning curiosity about her that made him wonder if he'd actually allow her to slip away. Whatever the truth might be, He didn't get a chance to test himself. Something unsettled him about the environment around them, something that made the creatures fall silent and still. "Wait," he said, hushed - his eyes honing in on the denser foliage where the she-mage had come staggering out of the woods. Someone was coming. Aean shot a warning glance at her, hoping to command, silently, that she once again conceal her ability - and better yet, herself. He was unable to know if she'd spring into action like an unseasoned amateur and give them away. He flagged her to follow, and then slipped into the bushes north, aiming to traverse toward the ruin before they could be discovered.
  17. R The Mighty Will Fall

    Aean gave her a sideways look, eyes narrowed suspiciously as he weighed her words in his mind. As before, the wash of power sent a shudder through him, but he was prepared for it this time. The full meaning sunk in as he gazed at the control she exercised over the element, and Aean couldn't help a thrill of admiration for her ability. If she was bluffing she gave none away. There was still sizable risk involved in prolonging his contact with her, but there would be no denying the smoldering curiosity that had begun to simmer in the pit of him; a Mage - a powerful Mage - a powerful Mage with control. The odds that he would encounter another creature like this female again were little to none, even given his long life. A moment had passed in their stand-off, and Aean chanced a glance in the general direction of the village she had likely come from. Making a decision to take a gamble, he let his hands drop lazily to his sides and delivered a charming smirk as though they had suddenly struck a deal he was proud of. If she made a move against him, he was ready to shift - feeling the appropriate gathering of himself in the pit of his torso; if not, he would play the meager-mortal card a little while longer. "Fine. You've got the upper hand." he conceded, still eyeballing her to gauge her next move. He was fairly confidant he could shift before she could do him any considerable damage, but he'd prefer not to lose this connection to the old arts- especially one with such strong ties. "You said yourself there might be other..." he smirked, "herb gatherers. I'd prefer to avoid them, as I'm sure a Mage like you would." He stooped to wrap his fingers around the bow he had been repairing when she'd arrived - it's work almost complete - and coiled the extra length of linen string around his hand. Delivering the she-mage a pointed look, he gave a powerful tug and snapped the excess off, rendering his work on the bow complete. Perhaps a bit showy, but it got his point across - he was strong. "Perhaps we should clear out to continue this conversation further in the woods... where gatherers won't think to look."
  18. R The Mighty Will Fall

    The command she had on her powers was staggering - something Aean had not expected even though he'd had the opportunity to measure her well of power when he'd touched her. His feet had been planted when he stood, but her fluid motion to defend herself upon discovery had knocked him back. The life returned to the grin on his lips as the residual effects of her summoning washed over him. There was no doubt now. This was a mage. A real mage - with potential and control over her ability. Something Aean had long ago given up on. "What are you to know that? A Mage?" Aean lifted his hands, open palmed, in a gesture to imply surrender, "Of sorts," he answered. Though this encounter implied hope for him, he still wasn't sure of her intentions. After all, there was no guarantee she hadn't bought her own safety with promises of slaying the last dragon. She was foreign, and powerful. A mage like her would have the best chance against a dragon, and Aean wouldn't put such dealings past the corruptible nature of humans. He hadn't moved, still standing with his hands up and his eyes fixed suspiciously on her. He let his gaze look her over, looking for any hint that she was in league with those who wanted for his death. He hadn't revealed himself yet, he could see the uncertainty in her eyes. The best rouse he had was to play off what she had already guessed and what was partially true. "I can sense magic - as you might have guessed - but I cannot perform it myself. I live in these mountains, away from the eyes and manipulation of the king. My only motive is to live in peace." He frowned, "Now as for you, if you are a hound sent to hunt your own kind..." he trailed off, watching her closely and measuring her reaction.
  19. R The Mighty Will Fall

    “I imagine there are others gathering… herbs, but there are mostly hunters and bandits in these woods.†Aean allowed her a genuine grin - he could hear the truth in her tone; they understood each other. But it was fun to pretend anyway. "So you're a woodsmen, then?" He glanced up. "Do you live close by?" He peered sideways at the untouched stone circle that marked his fake camp. "a wood cabin, perhaps?" He returned his eyes to her, the curl of the grin he had granted her remained but its warmth faded. Clever she was, but not so clever as to suspect the truth. He watched the pale curtain of hair fall over her face to conceal whatever expression she was hiding there - and it was this moment that he realized exactly how exotic she was. The native townsfolk Aean had encountered were dark featured and hard. This woman was fair and gentle, all smooth skin and easy curves, pale and light. Aean glanced back down at his hands as he prepared the string he was repairing for the final touch, and drew in a breath intending to ask her where she had come from, since she obviously wasn't from these parts; intended to ask, but never got the chance to. The smallest of gestures sent a shiver up Aean's spine. It wasn't necessarily the gesture she had performed, but the effect it had on the world around her. Any other human would not have noticed the stirring of magic as small as this, but Aean was not human. Thee very roots of magic were woven into the core of his being, flowing through his veins, starving for the lack of wonder left in the world. When this woman had invoked even the slightest wisp of her influence on nature, Aean felt it in such close proximity. She'd said something more, but Aean hadn't heard it. He wasn't even sure when, but somehow he had moved to his feet, and his hand had taken hold of her arm to stop her leaving. He gazed at her in stunned silence for a brief moment, as the lingering glow of her power seeped through his fingers and into him; the bow lying forgotten in the dirt at his feet. He could feel her magic - could measure just how much potential she carried with her. His eyes burrowed into hers as though he suspected a trick; a mage was a rare thing - hunted like he, himself, was. What were the odds that one had stumbled this far into the mountains to find him. She couldn't be, could she? Despite his disbelief, the evidence was too strong to contradict. The whisper of magic he had felt ripple from her was proof enough. His lips parted slightly to draw in a shallow breath and he murmured one syllable, "Mage." It wasn't a question.
  20. As Fate would have it

    Name: Apixaderet Knickname: Pix Rank: Stow-away Area of Expertise: thievery and persuasion Age: 13 (Species lives for 20-40 years) Species: T’iri A race of small, primate-like aliens who have translucent skin that can change color. As a species, the T’iri are renown for their genetic mapping and knack for all things scientific. Their Native planet is called Daraay. It is a primarily tropical planet, but otherwise similar to Earth. Appearance: ---->literally a little odd<---- As far as a T’iri goes, Pix is rather average. He prefers to climb and hang from whatever is around him, rather than standing upright on his fore-legs, but when he does, he stands at about 3 feet. “Stands†is a relative term, as the T’iri do not possess the human version of legs; rather, Pix possesses two sets of arms and supports his meager weight on the fingertips of the dominant pair. Though unusual, his T’iri anatomy makes his preference for climbing and hanging much easier. His arms sprout from a small, muscular body that supports a long neck and round head. Pix has no nose, spiral holes in the sides of his head for ears, a small, toothless mouth, and one pair of giant, amber eyes. Despite his lack of nose, he smells through his skin - and his eyes are incredibly sensitive and adaptable. He doesn’t wear any clothing unless the environmental conditions make it necessary, and in it’s usual state, his skin has an iridescent blue-green color to it. At any time, Pix can manipulate the color of his skin - able to mimic pallet of colors, and therefore camouflage himself in almost any environment. Personality: Pix is clever, mischievous, and thoughtful. He is constantly watching those around him, having a keen eye for opportunities and advantages, and would rather hide and assess a situation than confront an obstacle head-on. He has few friends among his own species, thanks to misfortunes in his childhood that have forced him to turn to petty crimes to survive - but he is a good soul. Though he has made a life of misdirection and deceit, Pix is not cruel or selfish. He helps others when he can, and often does so without revealing himself or taking credit; and what he steals, he takes only what he needs to survive. He has become accustomed to a nomadic life, moving from place to place, and does not mind that he has no real home, but his greatest desire is for real friendship and camaraderie - which has eluded him in his moving about. History: Pix never knew family of any kind. He was either orphaned or abandoned shortly after hatching, but he has never discovered which. All he is aware of is that he has never had biological parents. In his infancy, he was cared for by a stranger, whom he never got to know, and only retains a single memory of. That memory is of the night he ran away. Pix was only a few days shy of 2 years when a fire started. He recalls the smell of the smoke, and the glow of the flames, and the silhouette of his caretaker who saved him but was unable to save himself. After that, he remembers being hungry, and recalls with perfect clarity stealing his first tray of Sloughian pastries. It was easy, he remembers. So easy that it seemed natural. And so that had become his way. Never taking more than he needed, and always from those who could spare it, Pix found a simple pattern that suited him. He wasn’t tied down to anything and so went where the people went. Quickly he became aware of a blossoming fascination with those around him, and took to following interesting individuals until he knew enough about them to satisfy his curiosity. Sometimes he hid in the attics, walls, and basements of homes for months, watching the inhabitants. Sometimes he stowed-away and visited other worlds. Sometimes he just wandered. When the meteors began to collide into the planet he had taken to, Pix stowed away on the first transport he could find that was evacuating. By doing so, he found himself in a bustling space-port, lost and alone among a great many people who were all panicked about the great catastrophe. Where you'll find him: (Story Thread Coming Soon)​Discussion
  21. Behold! All you ever needed to know, but maybe didn't want to (or vice-versa) about where those creative juices of mine are flowing. (...there's got to be a better way to say that...) I present... My Table of contents: Ráijá - The Immortal Child NymphAchaean - The Last DragonJasper Slade - The Mysterious UnderLordGraham Buchanan - The MutantKate - My Story-SelfRhiannon Fae - The Star-Traversing Spitfire CommanderApixaderet - The Alien Stow-Away
  22. Behold! my secondary character, and a stow-away that will find himself mixed up with our crew! Name: Apixaderet Knickname: Pix Rank: Stow-away Area of Expertise: thievery and persuasion Age: 13 (Species lives for 20-40 years) Species: T’iri A race of small, primate-like aliens who have translucent skin that can change color. As a species, the T’iri are renown for their genetic mapping and knack for all things scientific. Their Native planet is called Daraay. It is a primarily tropical planet, but otherwise similar to Earth. Appearance: ---->literally a little odd<---- As far as a T’iri goes, Pix is rather average. He prefers to climb and hang from whatever is around him, rather than standing upright on his fore-legs, but when he does, he stands at about 3 feet. “Stands†is a relative term, as the T’iri do not possess the human version of legs; rather, Pix possesses two sets of arms and supports his meager weight on the fingertips of the dominant pair. Though unusual, his T’iri anatomy makes his preference for climbing and hanging much easier. His arms sprout from a small, muscular body that supports a long neck and round head. Pix has no nose, spiral holes in the sides of his head for ears, a small, toothless mouth, and one pair of giant, amber eyes. Despite his lack of nose, he smells through his skin - and his eyes are incredibly sensitive and adaptable. He doesn’t wear any clothing unless the environmental conditions make it necessary, and in it’s usual state, his skin has an iridescent blue-green color to it. At any time, Pix can manipulate the color of his skin - able to mimic pallet of colors, and therefore camouflage himself in almost any environment. Personality: Pix is clever, mischievous, and thoughtful. He is constantly watching those around him, having a keen eye for opportunities and advantages, and would rather hide and assess a situation than confront an obstacle head-on. He has few friends among his own species, thanks to misfortunes in his childhood that have forced him to turn to petty crimes to survive - but he is a good soul. Though he has made a life of misdirection and deceit, Pix is not cruel or selfish. He helps others when he can, and often does so without revealing himself or taking credit; and what he steals, he takes only what he needs to survive. He has become accustomed to a nomadic life, moving from place to place, and does not mind that he has no real home, but his greatest desire is for real friendship and camaraderie - which has eluded him in his moving about. History: Pix never knew family of any kind. He was either orphaned or abandoned shortly after hatching, but he has never discovered which. All he is aware of is that he has never had biological parents. In his infancy, he was cared for by a stranger, whom he never got to know, and only retains a single memory of. That memory is of the night he ran away. Pix was only a few days shy of 2 years when a fire started. He recalls the smell of the smoke, and the glow of the flames, and the silhouette of his caretaker who saved him but was unable to save himself. After that, he remembers being hungry, and recalls with perfect clarity stealing his first tray of Sloughian pastries. It was easy, he remembers. So easy that it seemed natural. And so that had become his way. Never taking more than he needed, and always from those who could spare it, Pix found a simple pattern that suited him. He wasn’t tied down to anything and so went where the people went. Quickly he became aware of a blossoming fascination with those around him, and took to following interesting individuals until he knew enough about them to satisfy his curiosity. Sometimes he hid in the attics, walls, and basements of homes for months, watching the inhabitants. Sometimes he stowed-away and visited other worlds. Sometimes he just wandered. When the meteors began to collide into the planet he had taken to, Pix stowed away on the first transport he could find that was evacuating. By doing so, he found himself in a bustling space-port, lost and alone among a great many people who were all panicked about the great catastrophe.
  23. Aw, AF - i'm sorry to lose you! but I completely understand :) If you find that you have adequate freedom and would like to hop back in, you are welcome to at any time! otherwise, happy posting! Yajuu! absolutely you may fill the captain slot! and I, too, will be taking on a secondary character! I'll have the CS posted shortly ^_^
  24. OPEN Surreal*RPG - reboot!

    Sol, your patience with me is astounding! I'm so sorry for the delay!!!!
  25. Surreal*RPG: Team Orange Override

    "They... haven't moved. Can they move? Are they alive? What are they?" The Elf questioned as Kate eyed the figures suspiciously. She had been more comfortable around her own creations, despite all evidence she'd seen so far pointing to the suggestion that these beings couldn't move. But the Elf had some valid curiosities. "Is this place safe?" Kate turned her head towards him, passing him an uncertain look while stress encouraged her to chew on the corner of her lip. With a small sigh, she felt some of her resolve simply accepting whatever all of this was and silently wondered to herself if this was what losing your mind felt like. She glanced towards the door they had just come through - and it seemed solid enough. In whatever time it had taken them to observe the figures in the room with them, there didn't seem to be any indication that the bot was in pursuit. "I think we lost it," she said aloud, sidestepping the uncomfortable questions he'd voiced. She didn't want to think about them too much, afraid of what it might do to whatever sanity she had left. Actually, Kate thought she was taking this all rather remarkably well. And on that note, she thought that maybe trying to give an answer to at least one of his questions wasn't so dangerous. So, she thought about the last thing he'd said. 'Is this place safe?' Truthfully, Kate wasn't sure; and a speculative glance at the figures that joined them here unsettled more than a few of her nerves. But despite all that she furrowed her brow against the uncertainty and answered him, "I think so?" She shrugged and felt a nervous chuckle bubble up out of her, "Your guess is as good as mine!"