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First Link / Moon Revenge
« Last post by Sadie on January 10, 2022, 04:28:41 PM »

Rules ~ Canons ~ Plot ~ Discord

It should be the Golden Age of Humanity. Neo Queen Serenity rules a planet at peace at long last, but rumors of a new threat, an unbeatable weapon, has Sailor Soldiers, heroes, civilians, and even villains fleeing to Earth to seek the protection of the legendary queen.

As long as the moonlight shines, evil can still be defeated.
But we’re running out of moonlight.
It’s time to take a stand.

It’s [size=8]Moon Revenge[/i][/size].

Canons and OCs welcomed.
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First Link / Stranger Things Do Happen
« Last post by The Mind Flayer on December 18, 2021, 07:32:51 PM »
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First Link / Midnight Dreams - Modern Supernatural Fantasy
« Last post by Renya on December 09, 2021, 05:36:23 AM »


WELCOME TO YOUR MIDNIGHT DREAMS, WE'VE BEEN WAITING
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First Link / Cry Wolf
« Last post by CWJenn on December 03, 2021, 09:16:29 AM »
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First Link / FRONTIER - A STAR TREK RPG
« Last post by Thea Baker on November 07, 2021, 06:00:01 AM »


Orbiting the tropical Kerelia, the strategically placed Sigma-class station is nestled between the edge of Federation controlled space, the Tholian Assembly, the Klingon Empire and the unknown. The Sovereign-class USS Mac arrives with a fresh-faced replacement crew, ready to tackle a host of new challenges out on the outskirts of the Beta Quadrant. But life this far from the civilization that they once knew can be hard. It can be unexpected, wonderful, and it can be dangerous.

The year is 2381. The Dominion War is over, and once again we look toward the unexplored.

Join us on the FRONTIER.

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Shahllene Province / Re: Adventures in queening
« Last post by Filaesion Rilindisil on November 07, 2021, 02:07:13 AM »
Musical Inspiration:Legendary - Welshly Arms
Attire: Near Uniform Craft Armoured Black Suiting Set, Summer Sky Embroidery
Purpose: Following the Queen Into Little Terreille
Time: Summer AW 104, Afternoon


Take a look around me
Taking pages from a magazine
Been looking for the answers
Ever since we were seventeen.

Security breach, or was it? While on the one hand, Lady Sorcha o'Naur could say she had slipped her guards, the border guard had a job of knowing who crossed in and out of Dea al Mon, even if it was the Queen of Dea al Mon, and especially so. A potential diplomatic incident wasn't a small matter. However, the Captain and Major(he preferred the former due to nostalgia over his once enlisted status in the Red Guard) Filaesion was the sort that was more curious as to why the Red Jewelled woman didn't just ask for time off, making boundaries clear to her triangle. Given that he was largely stationed in Polod, the matter really wasn't his concern, was it?

The presence of that heavy, incredible power was easy to follow for another reason. Though Captain Rilindisil was so much lighter Jewelled and knew taking care was of grave importance as following Lady Sorcha could end up making her furious, Filaesion had had almost three hundred years experience. Following an arguably talented woman that was not yet thirty summers was the work of a lunch break. Being dual Caste made her additionally precious and worth taking the risk for, as he viewed the matter. He wove between the trees and kept a nearly twenty-minute distance, using physical skill to track Sorcha o'Naur, rather than Craft.

Yet, as the time passed, and he was aware of keeping pace with Lady Sorcha, he'd have to cross out of Dea al Mon, anxiety held the Captain still and watchful as Filaesion sent word back through the first chance possible had, being circumspect about exactly why he was crossing the border. It wasn't as if anyone could precisely tell Lady Sorcha no, except her own triangle could dig in on the fussing to the point that would probably make her want to bite each one of them. A nearly grim smile flickered across Filaesion's face.

Ah well. Everything had a Price.

He consulted a mental mapping of the region and used an illusion to shift the appearance of his face and ears to fit in a little more with the local people of Shahllene province. He remembered that both a Dark Gate and the Capital city of the region were in the area, which was very apparent to Filaesion by the shift of the forest line, and how the land felt almost like a distant whisper compared to being in Dea al Mon, something he could feel due to his need to be close to water to feel more comfortable; there was a disconnect perhaps, or pollution, one could say, though he knew only a skilled Queen would know better.

It made him immediately worry for Lady Sorcha. The buildings here were very different, and Filaesion very much did not want to be here. The Captain moved closer, still remaining distant until he saw Sorcha bump into a person. At that juncture, he moved close enough to murmur an apology on her behalf, though he took the blame himself. "Easy to lose track of the people when looking at the buildings, do forgive me for not paying enough attention to where I moved," Filaesion said warmly, almost too charming. His low, musical voice earned a sharp look from the well dressed, light brown-skinned man passing by the Queen. Filaesion waited and moved to block Sorcha's advance in the careful, professional manner of a centuries-long experienced guardsman.

"I mean no harm, but are you sure this is the path desired, lady? Though I expect you have plenty of skills, a diplomatic incident with Little Terreille isn't something you desire, mmh?" He also used a quick hand sign, hoping Sorcha had learned such things and that perhaps not wanting negative attention would keep her from blasting him with her Red Jewel. Filaesion wasn't a small man, though he wasn't the tallest of Jewelled males given some could change shape even to bears. Filaesion was careful not to loom over the Queen despite standing tall and steady to six foot five, clothed elegantly in black, Craft infused leathers. Turning, he leaned against a building next to them that at first glance seemed to be an inn or a publican intended for both meals and rest. Silvery hair coiled around his fair skinned face and he watched to see what the lady would choose next.

"Your prowess in can defending yourself well is known, doesn't mean you should have to, lady, though I do ask your pardon if I am incorrect ..." he lofted his right brow high, and crooned elegantly, in good humour despite how far he'd followed Lady Sorcha. "Am I?"
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Shahllene Province / Adventures in queening
« Last post by Sorcha o Naur on October 29, 2021, 09:22:35 AM »
She'd slipped her guards. Didn't care and knew she should but she didn't. She would deal with the blowback when she slipped back into the territory but for now, she was curious and she could only hope that curiosity wouldn't kill her. She had wanted to come Little Terrielle the moment the shield had failed, shattered under the brunt of power like she'd never felt before. She'd heard stories of such but never witnessed it until that day. It wasn't something she wanted to witness ever again. She'd lost people that day, lost friends she'd known since they were children swinging in the trees. She never wanted to see it again.

A wishful thought.

She'd left her horse with the others when she slipped out of camp, couldn't have the refined look of the stallion drawing attention to herself, or her little adventure would be for nothing. She wanted to see something of the province her territory butted against. She'd never been able to during her lifetime and her curiosity was worse than a cat's. She knew Wulfric would give her grief, threaten to paddle her ass before the old wolf heard her recon information.

The province was different than her own, though she could see some of the similarities in the parts nearest to Dea al Mon. Now she could see where some of the worst people in her territory came from and they called those of the wood monsters. Her hood was up, covering the delicate curve of her pointed ears as she walked along a street. It wasn't the capital seat and it wasn't the fanciest town she'd heard of but it was decent enough.

Hazel eyes darted around as she took it in, she could feel the thrum of the land beneath her feet and the damage it felt. Not hers, not hers and she drew that part of herself back inside. She wished she had a better rein on some of her black widow craft, illusions being one of them but Sorcha was never the best at that. Maybe she'd have the Spider teach her more. Or her seer. One of them would do well to show her better parts of it.

She wasn't really paying attention to the people, too interested in structure and buildings than the crowd around her, and didn't notice the person until it was too late. Thumping into their body brought a grunt from her and a scowl between her brows. "Pardon," she murmured and moved to step around them.
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First Link / The Fall of Oriel
« Last post by caporushes on October 21, 2021, 03:05:34 PM »

Welcome to Quenquerre, the seat of a sprawling magical empire on the verge of collapse.
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Quenquerre is the capital of Oriel, an empire established thousands of years ago by supernatural interlopers who call themselves thaumaturges. No one knows where they came from, not even the thaumaturges themselves. Nor does anyone remember a time when the native human population did not live either under their thumb or, at the outskirts of Oriel’s holdings, in fear of encroaching colonization.

But the empire is waning. Slowly, the spirits of magic are fading, either dying out or going somewhere else. Other forces press in at its edges, and unrest simmers. It's a time of great turmoil and social — as well as technological — change.

For the ruling thaumaturges, this brings unrest and uncertainty. Will they be able to hold onto their dominance? For the humans of Oriel, this brings opportunity and uncertainty in equal measure. What does a future look like free from thaumaturge rule after all this time?

Features:
  • Four playable classes of character. Will you play a human or a thaumaturge? Or an obliviate, those thaumaturges whose bodies reject symbiotes, leaving them incapable of magic and prone to dangerous side-effects? Or a maledict, a life cursed — or blessed — to “steal” the life of someone else?
  • A creative magic system. Everything in the world, including living things, is made up of spirits. Thaumaturges literally ingest these spirits, taking them on as symbiotes and using them to command other spirits. Humans, who see this as abominable, have their own ancient tradition of magic instead.
  • No activity checks or word count. Our priority is on ensuring everyone is having a good time, at whatever pace and length suits the writers involved. Whether that’s 1+ per character per day or 1+ per month, as long as everyone in the thread is happy, so are we.
  • No dice, no stats. Our structure is focused on collaborative writing. If you happen to want some randomness or external motivation, or want a mod to take on some NPCs in your thread, you have options, and you’re welcome to organize something yourself. But whatever you want, if you want a storytelling “sandbox”, you’re in the right place; there’s only as much structure as you want there to be.
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Skygge / Re: Spring Leaves, City Lights
« Last post by Koa Red-eye on October 16, 2021, 06:07:00 AM »

"Who would challenge you?" Koa asked in earnest. "You would need wisdom for your words," he cautioned, "but I think a queen is in even a better position than a priestess to say what is needed." Koa could not know any of it for sure. His life was mostly run by an old Priest and an older Widow. Neither cared much for what or how they said anything to him.

Or maybe he was leading her completely astray with his assumptions.

He let the matter go with a little shrug, dismissing her worries about age as well. "As we all start old." He could not imagine the leaders back home being young, their youth had been so long before his time. Besides, even children had their own sort of wisdom.

Koa thought he might have blushed at being called clever. He never had been before. His thumb dug harder at the unshaven patch beneath his chin. She was smiling at him, as if he were clever indeed, and that the end of a storm was a good thing. Quiet and intense. Even he could recognize himself in that.  Sucking his teeth, he nodded.

Leaning forward slightly, Koa looked what would be a shirt over. He thought, if he opened his barriers and pried a little, squinting his eyes and looking just so, he could see, or sense, a little of her craft work being done to it. "That is clever." Koa was very hardly clever, but making comforting pieces of queen to take with you was much.

Back away again, he looked askance at her, confusion and surprise drifting across his face. "You are most welcome, lady." Who would come upon her and be any else? Who could? Or was this a dismissal? Koa had never played attendant before and did not know the subtleties. He was much used to being summoned and dismissed clearly. And abruptly.

He did have tasks to complete, though he had forgotten what ones. His gaze searched the people around them again. Had whoever she'd been waiting for arrived? He was still concerned about the lack of brothers. "Should I go now?" he asked her plainly.

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First Link / Welcome To The Hellmouth (JCINK)
« Last post by Mel on October 14, 2021, 10:15:02 AM »


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When Glory opened the portal to return home she unleased an assortment of creatures into the world. Mysterious portals have been opening all over Sunnydale and releasing creatures ever since. One of them, however, brought Buffy back. With the group back together, they're working with Angel's team to take back Sunnydale. Unfortunately, all of the creature activity has alerted Riley Finn's special ops unit and they've come to town. Things are getting messy out there, which side will you be on?

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