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  1. Clom

    Eastern Isle: First Stand

    The city of Velgorod stretches out for miles, the various districts and landmarks that make up the city dot the landscape with plumes of smoke and ample light so far reaching you can see them clearly from the hilltop. From the courtyard, you have a view of the whole city. A light autumn wind wafts past you. You can hear the banners of the church fluttering behind you. On this warm night, you find yourself in the courtyard of the capital church, the largest building on Oldengrad, and your home. It’s a clear moonless night. The vast darkness above you, unlit by the silver moon feels like an omen. Your father had always said that the moon was a creation of the gods, crafted from the light to protect the world from darkness. He would talk of its creation, the silver light it cast down over the world, all forged to keep the darkness away. Now it was nowhere to be seen, the city aglow only by the lanterns in the streets. The void above an unending darkness without even the stars. You did not think much of it, but it still makes you feel uneasy. Your name is Mirabelle Gayle, a paladin of the Apostates church. For your entire life the church district has been your home. Though you have never stepped out beyond the city of Velgorod, your life does not lack intrigue, as you spend many of your nights guiding the young Clerics and Vestals around the slums, lending aid to the sick and diseased in the clinics. At this moment, you are currently awaiting Talia, a young Vestal who has been chosen to run the rounds of the clinics that have called for aid this night. It is her first night working the clinics, and the higher-ranks had deemed you perfect for accompanying the novice Vestal. You sit on the steps to the church, your eyes drawn to the large marble statue centered in the courtyard. Atop it, a figure of a man clad in mighty armour stands. In one hand, he holds a mace raised high, and in the other, a greatshield. The statue depicts Ochriana, the deity of protection. The marble statue stood central in the courtyard, overlooking the Church district, a fitting position for the deity, a reminder to all that he watches over us. Time is passing, and still Talia has not reported to you. You look up to the large clock overhead; A few minutes past nine. The bell had tolled for the ninth hour but Talia was still nowhere to be seen. You sigh wearily; you had made it clear she was to be here at the ninth toll. Without exception. You stand up, brush the dirt from your backside and prepare to go hunting for the absent Vestal. But just as you grab your mace, rapid, but timid footsteps tapping against the stone announce somebody behind you. The young Talia emerges from the church, her blonde hair braided, her white Vestal’s robe flowing to her knees and her medical bag clutched tightly in her hands. She has a shy look on her face, like she knows that she is about to be scolded. “You’re late, Talia.” You say to the young Vestal sternly, giving her no chance to defend herself. “I did say to be here before the ninth toll. Where have you been?” The vestal is taken back, her cheeks slowly turn red like your words were intimidating above anything. She looks like a frightened child as she clutches the bag tighter. “I w-was just checking I had everything before leaving!” Talia replies sheepishly, presenting her rucksack as proof. You shake your head with disappointment, but there was nothing to be done about it now. Why could she not do this earlier? “Very well. We will discuss this later. Do you have everything you need?” Talia nods. She throws the strap of her rucksack over her shoulders and adjusts the belt of her robe. “We are heading out to the Sanguine clinic, right?” The Vestal asks. The sanguine clinic resided up in the higher boroughs of the church district. The order there dealt with victims of vampirism and those afflicted with a lust for blood. “That is one stop of our night. Father Addlebury has also asked that we stop by the Lycanthrope clinic, down in the lower burgs.” The moonless nights eased the burdens for those in the Lycanthrope clinic. Without moonlight, their werewolf blood did not burn, it made those afflicted far more passive, lessened their aggression. Father Addlebury made sure to take advantage of this rare night and offer aid to the clinic. “He believes it will be a positive experience for you.” It would be, only the most experienced Clerics handled the clinic of werewolves. The young Vestal looks worried. That does not surprise you, visiting the clinics was a morbid task for many. The fear of attack, of the afflicted turning, of infection from their squalid conditions, it instilled some fear into the uninitiated. The clinics, although built with helpful purpose, were not pleasant places to serve. But Talia was strong, she shakes the worry from her face, puts on a cheery smily, and looks up to you with a friendly face. “Alright. Which clinic shall we be visiting first?” What do you wish to do? >Head up to the Sanguine clinic. >Head down to the Lycanthrope clinic.
  2. When you're on the toilet and inspiration strikes so you start writing down sentences on toilet paper with a mascara pencil.

  3. Clom

    Eastern Isle: First Stand

    Remember she is a support character. Her dagger is meant to be a last resort attack.
  4. Clom

    Post a meme a day thread

  5. So with nothing better to do I end up on knowyourmeme, go to check the gallery and there's images of fucking maids shredding on skateboards.

    POWER SLIDE clothing anime cartoon purple fictional character joint

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    wall

    art wall

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    2. KozmoFox

      Also @Lisk

      MEIDOS ON WHEELS

    3. KozmoFox

      Also this reaaaally makes me want to put on my maid outfit and just start shredding all over the place

    4. Lisk

      UOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! 

  6. Clom

    Post a meme a day thread

    This is so sad. Alexa, play Johnny Guitar.
  7. So this story is a prequel to Eastern Isle, taking place in the capital city, Velgorod. The audience is thrust into the first night of the curse that claimed the eastern island of Oldengrad, following two girls of the Capital Church as the forces of hell wreak havoc on the city. Before the story can begin, the audience must pick between one of the two girls. The brave and protective Mirabelle, or the shy and good-natured Talia. Once chosen, the events of this story, as well as various choices, will be told from the perspective of the chosen girl. ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Mirabelle Gayle Age: 24 Class: Paladin of the Order Weapon: Ochriana’s Mace, Silver Greatshield Bio: The daughter of a high-ranking Lorekeeper within the church. Mirabelle’s devotion to faith is one rooted in her family’s history. To her the church is her family, her fellow paladins and clerics no less than brothers and sisters to her. She is devoted to protecting both her own, and the people of Velgorod. A stalwart, yet motherly figure, Mirabelle is a capable fighter and a paladin without peer, using her strength to aid clerics in the roughest areas of the city. Abilities Lightning Spear: A simple offensive spell taught to Paladins within the church. Channeling the inner-light, you summon a stake of holy lightning. Lightning Spear can be used from range, or held and used as an offhand weapon in combat, though it will vanish shortly after. Radiant Weapon: An offensive spell taught to Paladin's to enable them to protect themselves. Channeling your inner-light, you enchant your weapon, forming a blade of holy fire that allows your attacks to reach farther and inflict burning on cursed creatures. This spell drains light rapidly, but will remain as long as it is being channeled. Divine Shield: A defensive infusion that can be cast upon any shield. Channeling the inner-light, you bless your shield with a holy aura, allowing it to withstand greater blows. The aura also creates a small arc of protection around the shield, destroying magical projectiles that come in contact with it. ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Talia Petrenko Age 18 Class: Vestal Support Weapon: Silver Dagger Bio: The bastard child of a ship captain and a whore, Talia found herself on the steps of the Capital Church as an infant. Under the care of a kind cleric, she soon found comfort in the warmth of the Apostates light. She has a served as a cleric for most of her life. A shy and timid girl, Talia now frequents the slums and gutters of Velgorod’s lower districts, tending to the sick and afflicted in the clinics, carrying on the faith and goodwill in her mentor's stead. Abilities Silent Vow: A powerful support spell taught to the Order of Ochriana. When cast, this spell will prevent spellcasters from channeling any spells or magical abilities for a short duration. Take heed, as this spell does not discriminate - Everybody in it’s radius, including the caster, will be struck by the spells disabling effect. Sanctify: A defensive spell taught to the clerics of the Order of Ochriana. Channeling your inner-light, an aura of holy energy surrounds you, engulfing any creature of cursed blood in holy fire. While your light is strong, Sanctify has an increased radius around the caster. Wall of light: A defensive spell taught to the clerics of the Order of Ochriana. Channeling your inner-light, a large wall of light is summoned in front of you. The holy barrier protects against any magical projectile, but does not prevent enemies from passing through it. Healing Radiance: The staple spell of any Vestal. Channeling your inner-light, you can mend minor wounds, cure common ailments, and alleviate the pain of greater injuries and illness. ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ A note about using abilities: As a vessel of holy light, you channel and cast spells using the light, the holy magic within. As you channel and manifest your inner-light into spells, the power in your body dwindles. Though you are spared the pain of fatigue from rigourous spellcasting, your spellpower will grow weaker with each ability cast unless you replenish your holy power. The effectiveness of your spells will be marked by colour Green: The spell will be cast at maximum power. Area spells like Sanctify and Silent Vow will have increased range. Orange: The spell will hold, but will be weaker. No bonuses are granted to any spell. Red: The spell will not stay up for long. Barrier spells like Wall of light and Divine shield will be easily shattered.
  8. Me: "Okay, just need a short introduction to this story and sort out the characters abilities and then it's done. You've spent a week working on it and you can finally be happy it's done."

    Also me: "Do it tomorrow."

    1. KozmoFox

      No do it now 

      NOW CLOM

      NOW

    2. Lisk

      COMMENCE THE DOAGE THIS INSTANT

  9. Clom

    The Guild Apprentice

    It was only some wine, you wouldn’t say no to a glass. You were a grown girl after all. Nobody would be throwing you in a cell for having a snifter. Not to mention the chilled bottle looked inviting, a nice refreshing drink from a frosted glass on a day like this; how could you say no? “Gladly. I don’t drink wine often. I usually just drink tea” You smile at Ledley, letting her know you are grateful. Ledley seems to chuckle as she takes three glasses from the box. “Well, today you're drinking wine with us. It’s the best time of year for drinking. With that market in town, we have enough wine to fill the whole lake.” Yuka lies on the stone, sprawled out lazily in the afternoon sun. “You know it…” She says with a hearty sigh. “I do love summer. I wish Lucina didn’t have to spend so much time pissing about with Damari.” “Yeah, but that’s fine because you have me, you big drunk lug.” Ledley bends down and pats Yuka’s shoulder. “Come get some wine before you fall asleep.” “Hmm… help me up. It’s nice down here.” She murmurs. Yuka had the right idea, she's gone completely limp, melting into the warm stone. So you all sit down by the waters edge; ledley pours out a glass of wine for her, Yuka, and yourself. It’s lucky for you that she carries a few extra glasses in her box. “It’s because this one can get clumsy when she’s drunk.” Is Ledley’s reply when you ask. An answer that doesn’t surprise you. The bottle is so chilled even the glass frosts up as it fills up with red wine. It’s so tempting, you lick your dry lips, fantasizing about that sweet first sip. You hadn’t had wine for a while. It was rare for you to drink. The most you usually enjoyed was a few sips with your supper back home. You wonder what wine in Eserith is like, knowing it couldn’t compare to the spiced plum wine from the vineyards near your home. She hands you your glass. The cold numbs your hand. You would savour this drink like you with Muaki's juice. You raise the glass to your lips, letting the fruity smell fill the air and take a sip of the cold wine. You swill it in your mouth for a moment to get a taste. And suddenly, your face drops. It’s… exquisite. The sweet taste, no bitter snap to your taste buds like most wines. It's delicious. Ledley must've paid through the roof for such wine, which makes you feel guilty for accepting it. “Ahh!” Yuka wipes the wine from her lips. To no surprise, she’s finished her glass already. “This stuff is delicious!" "It really is." You add, wanting to add some gratitude yourself for Ledley's generosity. "Thank you, Ledley. Did you get this down at one of the market stalls?" Ledley nods, slowly nursing her own glass. “A nice little Orientian stall. Paid for out of my own purse!” She says proudly. “More like father’s purse.” Yuka replies snidely, snickering behind Ledley's back. “Hey! Ow! Ow! What did I- Ow! Just a joke! Just a joke!” You didn’t notice Ledley had sprung into action, grabbing the jesting Yuka in a fierce headlock. These two grew stranger by the minute, but their sisterly antics were strangely comforting. This was none of your concern. Best to let them get it out of their system. You let them fight it out and return to sipping the chilled wine. You sigh happily, soaking in the sun and enjoying the afternoon by the lake. After a minute of roughhousing, Ledley releases Yuka from her iron grip and plops herself back down by the lake, smirking smugly as Yuka has to straighten up her clothes. It's safe to say she was victorious in their little rumble. Silence resumes as the girls settle down and you can sit by the lake, watching the lines and nursing your chilled drink in silence. Yuka lies on the stone, sprawled out like a cat in the sun, while Ledley sits by the lines with you, eagerly awaiting the first catch of the day. Is this all there is to fishing? You wonder, unimpressed. There isn't a nibble yet, the lines don't even budge. You were hoping you would've at least caught a tiddler of a fish by now, but no. All there is to do is just watch the lines and pray something comes biting. After a few minutes, Ledley grimaces and shuffles uncomfortably. “I can’t even feel my arse anymore. I should’ve brought the linen chairs down with me…” Ledley rises to her feet stiffly and stretches. “As nice as it is out here, this sitting on the stone is wreaking havoc on my back." “I should go get them from my quarters." Yuka yawns and turns on her side. "The only thing I want numbing my cunt are the girls down at the brothel.” Suddenly, she seems full of life again, her eyes shoot open as she sits herself up. “Hey, Shibo, why don’t you come with me?” She follows her request with a gleeful smile. “You haven’t seen much of Fort Victoria, right?” You shake your head. “Not yet, I haven’t.” Her smile grows bigger, it’s like she’s about to burst with joy. “That’s great! Come along to my quarters! I can show you around the place!” How considerate of Yuka, for a girl who initially seemed so rude. It felt like she was warming up to you. A tour of the fort, that would be great. As comfortable, and lazy as your afternoon was, a walk, and a tour of your new home would certainly be nice. But was it nicer than this quiet little spot by the lake, with a drink? At least if Yuka went chair hunting you'd have a chance to speak with Ledley. What do you wish to do? > Go with Yuka to her quarters. > Stay with Ledley by the lake.
  10. I can confirm this works by the way. I listened to one titled "How to waste twenty minutes of my time." And holy fuck, it worked! I also listened to one that lets me control the mind of any woman I want. Here's proof of me using my new powers to attract any woman I want.