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by Giovenith » Mon Jan 25, 2016 8:02 pm
by Germanic Templars » Mon Jan 25, 2016 8:06 pm
by Swith Witherward » Mon Jan 25, 2016 8:48 pm
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and humanities and their replacement by entertainment,
self-righteousness, ignorance, and deliberate gullibility. - sauce
by The BranRiech » Mon Jan 25, 2016 9:14 pm
by New Aksarben » Mon Jan 25, 2016 9:57 pm
Mincaldenteans wrote:==//\\==
Fae and pony came into the hospital, with Dora, Sand and another there. He looked vaguely familiar, perhaps the one that passed him with the barest of touch and moved along the previous night. The night was tiresome, having spent most of his time lending his healing to triage first, and frightened children second. But in that moment, the fatigue he felt had washed away, replaced with vitality. Dan didn't understand where the sudden replacement of life had come, though he wished to thank him for it, the man had already moved on.
Looking at the three, the fae smiled, albeit a bit shy given he wasn't with the usual company, "Evening, everyone. I'm with the healer's group, Anais and Alexia mentioned this was the hospital level, and well, I'm here to help. Sterling here has volunteered to assist, as well."
The summer fae noted Sandy and extended his hand in greeting, "You must be Sandy. I saw you in the dining room, I've never formally introduced myself. Good to meet you, though I wish it were under better circumstances."
Happiness is when
what you think,
what you say,
and what you
do are in harmony.
-Gandhi
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Fallout Equestria
Imagine Dragons-Demons
Sabaton - Carolean's Prayer, A Lifetime of War, Carolus Rex, Lion From the North, and Coat of Arms
DragonForce - Through the Fire and Flames
by Primordial Luxa » Mon Jan 25, 2016 10:09 pm
Cerillium wrote:"Your castle has caused trouble," the former began without preamble. "For two lifespans, the Dragon-Litch has called the Ruins home. It's pissed off. Now it's attacking us. It is only fair that you settle the matter." His eyes scanned the room again, taking each Resident into account. "You lot seem capable of it. This is the Way of the Wold. Set right what you have caused to go wrong."
Swith Witherward wrote:But I trust the people here. Well, except Prim. He has shifty eyes but his cute smile make up for it.
Monfrox wrote:But it's not like we've known Prim to really stick with normality...
P2TM wrote:HORROR/THRILLER Winner - Community Choice Award For Favorite Horror/Thriller Player: Primordial Luxa
by Tiltjuice » Mon Jan 25, 2016 11:02 pm
by Germanic Templars » Mon Jan 25, 2016 11:36 pm
The BranRiech wrote:A Prince named Drova
There was nothing wrong! He didn't have to explain himself to a stranger, especially one he'd never even seen before.
The Prince stood there, his face twitching somewhat as he tried to come up with something to say. He couldn't be an ass about it, or could he? More like, he didn't want to be an ass, considering his image in the eyes of others already felt low enough. Did the others see him as a Prince, a friend, or an asshole? "I-I . . . Ugh. I shouldn't even have to explain myself, but fine." Drova huffed, shaking his head. His usually well-kempt hair rustled, and a few white strands splayed off, a few catching on his wings.
"Have you ever thought you . . . You won't be able to do something you have to do, and there's no backing out of it?"
The boy was of course referring to his future, as the king of his people, the highest-ranking member of his entire species. He was literally slated to go down in the history books for simply being born. His name would be used to name new streets, buildings, and heck, probably more than one or two children.
And he couldn't do it.
"It's a long story, unless you have time of course, I don't want to bother anyone with it, most of my friends probably already hate me for it anyways." He rolled his eyes. The Prince knew it was a lie, but saying it felt . . . Empowering? Most people, when they met him at least, saw right through his name and to that dreaded word: "Prince", without knowing the pressure and the life-altering implications it had.
by Giovenith » Tue Jan 26, 2016 6:20 am
by Cerillium » Tue Jan 26, 2016 12:44 pm
I wear teal, blue & pink for Swith
There is a fifth dimension beyond that which is known to man. It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition, and it lies between the pit of man’s fears, and the summit of his knowledge. This is the dimension of imagination.
by Fvaarniimar » Tue Jan 26, 2016 1:05 pm
by Northwest Slobovia » Tue Jan 26, 2016 5:19 pm
Cerillium wrote:The two ogres reluctantly unbuckled sword belts to leave their weapons on the door stoop, which was the polite way of doing things in the Wold. These were joined by an axe and a club.
Highfort wrote:Ushering Amanda inside following the Möf and the Shaman, Septimus' hoarse voice whispered in her ear to the best of his ability, "If they have forces outside our immediate vicinity, we might do well to acquire them as allies. Ascalon is not the friendliest of places, and these warriors might help us tip the scales if the Council decides it's not in their best interest to leave us alone." [...]
"The Dragon-Litch might be the bargaining chip we need," he whispered to her, eyeing the ogres warily though offering a pleasant, diplomatic smile, "If we can get a promise for some sort of treaty in exchange for dealing with it, we'll be in good shape."
Primordial Luxa wrote:[...]“If you don’t mind me asking, could you elaborate on the nature of this Dragon-litch? I personally have met a handful of impressive draconic creatures and come from a place where liches are commonplace and non-aggressive but I believe we would be curious to know exactly what has befallen you.” […] It could be seen in his eyes that this was the real question that interested Primordial and that he would act in any capacity or for any flag if he was able to gain insight into this creature which the ogres had hinted at.
Cerillium wrote:“The Law of the Wold is specific in these matters. Intentional or not, your arrival displaced the dragon-litch. By Demens, you must get rid of the creature before it does more damage, or you'll find yourself dragged into the Wold Court for reparations to all those affected. That's how it is here," the Möf finished. He fetched his cup and sniffed at the contents before taking a small sip. The shaman took this as a cue.
by The BranRiech » Tue Jan 26, 2016 5:35 pm
Germanic Templars wrote:Thriller took a few steps forward closer to him. His arms relaxed to his side, except for whose hand rested on the prince's shoulder. His gaze wasn't so intimidating or inquisitive, but rather calm. He sighed passively, "I have ran into that scenario one too many times. It is like staring at a train coming at you. You can't jump off to the sides, you're in a tunnel. Can't run from it because it will catch up to you. The best you can do is either stand your ground or charge it head on; meet it in the middle. Do most of the outcomes end with a happy ending? No. Sometimes lives are destroyed and it hurts, not for those lives ruined but for me as well. Best you can do then is learn from it and try to heal and mend the wounds of others."
Thriller's hand retreated from Drova's shoulder back into his pant pocket. "As for those who try to hurt you either physically, mentally, spiritually, or emotionally - shake them off. They mean nothing to you if they intentionally try to hurt you." Thriller's ramble went on for a little longer before the emperor caught himself. "Oh, sorry for that. I doubt you wanted to hear me ramble on. You need help. I can provide that free of charge."
by Northwest Slobovia » Tue Jan 26, 2016 5:52 pm
Cerillium wrote:Others began to arrive, much to Ogoti's pleasure. "We should set up a system. There are treatment bays designed for magic users and spell casters, and ones designed for standard medicine. We have two operatories on standby as well. And, should the need arise, I might scare up an extra nurse or two. Daemons, of course, but every one of them just as competent as Nurse Malaise."
Mincaldenteans wrote:The summer fae noted Sandy and extended his hand in greeting, "You must be Sandy. I saw you in the dining room, I've never formally introduced myself. Good to meet you, though I wish it were under better circumstances."
New Aksarben wrote:The pony trotted after the Fae, smiling now that they'd dismounted from that terrible contraption that they called an elevator. It was just too creepy! "Hey Sandy! Good to see you again, we didn't get to talk too much earlier. And yeah, like Dan says, I'm here to help you guys out! Not much of a fighter anyway."
by The BranRiech » Tue Jan 26, 2016 6:52 pm
by Tiltjuice » Tue Jan 26, 2016 7:25 pm
Giovenith wrote:Brit and Chrys
The fire would not have hurt Chrys even if it had managed to consume her, it was illusionary after all, but even so, she managed to succeed. It took some sputtering and flickering, but translucent white light was suddenly able to form a spinning dome around the Conservapony, blocking the test flames from touching her. They did, however, continue to grow, and thus begin to consume the field up inside them.
On the other side of the wall, Clover offered no immediate solutions, but instead shouted through the display, "Use your ingenuity, Chrys!" The young magician could teach the traveler plenty of tricks, but the true marker of competence was the ability to combine tools with one's own forward thinking.
by New Aksarben » Tue Jan 26, 2016 7:35 pm
Happiness is when
what you think,
what you say,
and what you
do are in harmony.
-Gandhi
Official Squirrel of PL
Agnostic
Democratic Socialist
Comp Sci Major
History Enthusiast
Amateur Artist - My Art!
Nonbinary/Genderqueer
Gay
Wragon Furry
Brony
✎ Member - ℘ædagog
Roleplays I'm part of:
Personification Life
Sburb: The Roleplay
Fallout Equestria
Imagine Dragons-Demons
Sabaton - Carolean's Prayer, A Lifetime of War, Carolus Rex, Lion From the North, and Coat of Arms
DragonForce - Through the Fire and Flames
by Mincaldenteans » Tue Jan 26, 2016 8:06 pm
by Giovenith » Tue Jan 26, 2016 8:44 pm
by Chedastan » Tue Jan 26, 2016 8:55 pm
by The BranRiech » Tue Jan 26, 2016 9:23 pm
by Primordial Luxa » Tue Jan 26, 2016 9:56 pm
Swith Witherward wrote:But I trust the people here. Well, except Prim. He has shifty eyes but his cute smile make up for it.
Monfrox wrote:But it's not like we've known Prim to really stick with normality...
P2TM wrote:HORROR/THRILLER Winner - Community Choice Award For Favorite Horror/Thriller Player: Primordial Luxa
by Germanic Templars » Tue Jan 26, 2016 10:00 pm
The BranRiech wrote:Germanic Templars wrote:Thriller took a few steps forward closer to him. His arms relaxed to his side, except for whose hand rested on the prince's shoulder. His gaze wasn't so intimidating or inquisitive, but rather calm. He sighed passively, "I have ran into that scenario one too many times. It is like staring at a train coming at you. You can't jump off to the sides, you're in a tunnel. Can't run from it because it will catch up to you. The best you can do is either stand your ground or charge it head on; meet it in the middle. Do most of the outcomes end with a happy ending? No. Sometimes lives are destroyed and it hurts, not for those lives ruined but for me as well. Best you can do then is learn from it and try to heal and mend the wounds of others."
Thriller's hand retreated from Drova's shoulder back into his pant pocket. "As for those who try to hurt you either physically, mentally, spiritually, or emotionally - shake them off. They mean nothing to you if they intentionally try to hurt you." Thriller's ramble went on for a little longer before the emperor caught himself. "Oh, sorry for that. I doubt you wanted to hear me ramble on. You need help. I can provide that free of charge."
A perturbed Prince
Drova looked at the trajectory of Thriller's hand, and winced as it rested on the boy's shoulder. It had officially gone from awkward, to well, even more awkward as Drova backed up a step or two. "Uh, well . . . That all makes sense and all, but, I'm a prince, I don't think you understand what that's like." He shrugged as the older (By quite a long time) man released the Prince. "I'm going to be a king some day, and I don't think I can do it." His eyes drooped somewhat. Why was he pouring himself out to some random guy he just met, having burst in to find the source of the noise. He was completely oblivious to the Ogres downstairs, and the entire diplomatic meeting was lost to him.
"And uh, I really don't think you can help, as I said, you probably don't get it."
It was probably the largest irony, that Drova happened to be pouring himself out to the leader of an intergalactic empire, something Drova couldn't even begin to comprehend. If one told him that there was a nation that spanned multiple planets, he would have scoffed, and called it a fantasy.
by Primordial Luxa » Tue Jan 26, 2016 10:16 pm
Swith Witherward wrote:But I trust the people here. Well, except Prim. He has shifty eyes but his cute smile make up for it.
Monfrox wrote:But it's not like we've known Prim to really stick with normality...
P2TM wrote:HORROR/THRILLER Winner - Community Choice Award For Favorite Horror/Thriller Player: Primordial Luxa
by Highfort » Tue Jan 26, 2016 10:52 pm
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