On topic, thanks for rolling along with this Xenia! It's little things like this that open up fascinating and fun story arcs that keep me loving getting to play the role.
I had a final to be working on yesterday after I heard from everybody, sorry! This week is absolutely hectic with another one coming up in a few hours. I'll have a post by the end of the night up tonight.
An enormous warship looms far upon the horizon, an army of Nazedha forces stationed within it. Cursing, riled up yells fill the air as the ship hits the land and the soldiers rush out in a wave to descend upon Piper.
Evidently I wasn't quite thorough in my listing of the rules. The night round will end as soon as I receive input from all of the night roles (Severn, Ascended/Varian, and Omei) with what they would like to do. I apologize if it was expected that ni…
The radiating warmth of the fire used to illuminate and warm the area around the huddled Immortals flickers and distorts before abruptly fizzling out with a wisp of smoke that follows a piercing scream that shakes the firmament.
Let's keep the posts coming ladies and gentlemen! If activity doesn't pick up by tomorrow around the howling I'll be forced to go with whoever has the majority at the time!
A voice bellows from over the water west of the continent. "MY SHIPS WILL GO WHERE I COMMAND WHEN I FEEL LIKE COMMANDING THEM. RIGHT NOW I DO NOT FEEL LIKE SENDING THEM TOWARDS ANY SO-CALLED SEVERNS. ONLY THE MINIONS OF VARIAN HAVE GIVEN ME THE BLOO…
A burning moth floats through the pools, dripping ashes with each flutter of its wings. "I found the firebug," it whispers in a Rajamalan voice. "Last night, dancing through my dreams." With that, it whirls away into a cloud of smoke.
Damonicus is correct. Severn's protection will still last through the day and night, protecting him and any of his targets from either a night vote by the Ascended or a hit from Auresae/Baelak.
Endless amounts of rage for finals week and the week before it. If anybody needs me I'll just be praying to the Finals Gods that I get all of my work done in time.
A piercing cry shakes the firmament as the first night of Varian's murderous streak comes to an end. Llok's dismembered form seems to be scattered about North of Trees in quite the gruesome display.