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Players involved: Aqua and Roma
Characters involved: TBH
Setting: Chortari lands near a branch of the Kiriel river
Time: Current
Weather: cloudy above

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The sky was clear that morning, but now the clouds were slowly rolling in. They were long, dark and seemed to hint at a coming storm. It was too soon to call it a day for a light rain. The storm didn't seem to bad, just a bit dark, it wasn't threats of a danger as bad as a tornado, but rain. Just a lot of rain. Thunder rolled in the distance coming in intervals of minutes. It was still far out.

The river could be heard in the distance as with grazing animals. They were getting water before they would go and hide for fear of the storm. They soon would want to be away from the storm. No matter how large or small none of them seemed to want to be out if it was raining. However, the wolf didn't mind. The rain meant nothing to him. It could storm, hail, winds howl, and he would be fine. He didn't mind dragging a deer out into the open and eating it under the fury of nature. He waited there though. He wasn't going to go towards all the prey drinking water until his child came. He was going to watch her hunt. His own teeth ached with bloodlust, but she was becoming an adult soon. He wanted to make sure she was ready for that leap at least.

His silver eyes blinked and he shook out his pelt. What else could he do? He knew he wasn't an ideal father. He didn't really fit the part at all, but he would try this small thing for her. He wanted to make sure she could survive and past that... He didn't know. He was sure she learned to hunt. He had made sure people would help her. He was their leader... He didn't have time for soft loving time. He had to be hard. He had to be the leader they needed cruelty and all. Amon was away. This would be a private moment for them. He would give her that. A small time with him that was undisturbed. 

It was time to discuss the future.

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<h3><div class="h3-underline">News and Updates</div></h3>
We hope you guys have enjoyed yourself this past month with our Nights of Corruption! Staff is sorry that it was a bit more scarce due to mainly of us getting sick, but we'll make it up to you! We have some new features and surprises for you guys, so look out! One of the new features is your avatar link will now link to your profile so you can get to it a lot easier!

<h3><div class="h3-underline">October-Related Events Extended!</div></h3>
Due to staff being sick for most of the month, we have decided to extend the Nights of Corruption until November 14th. The Graveyard is now open and will be open until the end of the month, so make sure to cash in your feathers! Because we also weren't able to get to everything we wanted, we also have a few new species that were ready for release through the games.

The first is our October-exclusive species, the Bugbears! Go check out their page to read up on them. Again, since we didn't get around to it in time, they will be available all of November and then will not be able to be created until next October. The second is the addition of the Undead curse! Unlike Bugbears, these are available all year around with the other creepy curses such as Banshees and the Wendigos. All of these were done by the wonderful Kila <3

<h3><div class="h3-underline">Welcome our Newest Admin!</div></h3>

Speaking of @Kila ... Please welcome her to the admin team as a new Monarch! She's been working hard all the time to help provide the best new stuff for our member-base and we could not do it all without her. Go congratulate her! <3

<h3><div class="h3-underline">New Alert System !</div></h3>
Some of you may have noticed this installed not too long ago if you checked your User Control Panel recently. We have installed a new alert system that is located between the User CP and Threadlog. This will alert you if you have subscribed to a thread, if someone has posted in a thread you started, you have been quoted, or mentioned which brings us to this new update. You can now mention people! Simply type "@" followed by their username and they will be alerted through this new system. You can control these settings through the User CP.
 
<h3><div class="h3-underline">New Character List !</div></h3>
You guys asked and we have delivered! The character list has been updated to now be organized by species rather than the users. You can choose the species at the top by letter and it will scroll down to that species. The species are then further separated into their subspecies such as dragons are broken into eastern, western, wyverns, and sea serpents. We have also updated the Names Taken list to reflect all new characters. This will force everyone to use their character profiles to now list your characters if you would like others to be able to find them easier. Below is the code you can you to link your characters.

The night air blows through the woods, leaving a spine-chilling feeling through all who enter. As a gate comes into view, there lays the graves of the dead; each perfectly lined up in little rows. A crow caws from the top of the gate, signaling someone has come. As it caws once more, the avian flaps its wings to take off further into the graveyard. It soon lands nearby what appears to be... a massive crow! It sits perched on top of the large gravestone, though this bird is like no originally bird. In place of a face is a skull with no eyes and a few missing feathers.

"I see you have found me," The bird chimed with a crackle-like voice. "My mistress will be pleased to see you return those feathers. In exchange, you may take any of the items you see before you. The more valuable the prize, the more feathers it will require."

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Welcome to the Graveyard!

Our feathered-friend as outlined the basis. I have tallied up everyone's current feather count and this is where everyone falls:

Andromeda: 4 black feathers
Gabriel: 71 black feathers
Kila: 18 black feathers
KokoPuffs: 22 black feathers (bought auto-plot position)
Sparx: 19 black feathers
Grain: 17 black feathers

The Graveyard

1 feather = 100 gold

10 feathers = Shop Item up to 1k £ 

20 feathers = Any Magical Item found in the Shop minus the Tear of Life.

30 feathers = Auto Plot Position. Your character will be accepted automatically if you apply for a plot position so long as staff doesn't see any problems with the app.

40 feathers = Simple shaded colored sketch from Hera. 

50 feathers = Create a royal from any species! (Excluding Tarsians)

60 feathers = chibi drawing or bust drawing from Hera of your character.

80 feathers = Any Shop Item currently offered.

90 feathers = a custom coded page from either Roma or Hera for your character or your site profile!


To redeem your feathers, just post below which item you would like!
The Graveyard will close at the end of the month to accommodate staff being sick.

Character's Name: Ai 

Nicknames: None 

Age: 333

Gender: Female
 
Species: Kitsune 

Abilities:  kitsunebi, and illusions 

Appearance:


(Pinterest no artist listed)

5'8" Of average height and with a slightly slender build. She has blue-black hair in masses and it often times is the feature which most stands out upon casual inspection of her. She tends to wear it in a loose braid to keep it out of her way, however, when in more formal settings she tends to wear it down. Her features while pleasant are not classically beautiful. She has rather defined features and is long-limbed with long fingers and toes which serve to make her motions more graceful than they might be with another woman. Her eyes are a light brown appearing to be amber in the right light. She will outline them in yellows to make the colors more noticeable.

Personality:
Somewhat of an introvert when left to her own devices. She also tends to be serious although she possesses a small sense of humor if she feels comfortable with the company she is in. She dislikes conflict and will do what she can to prevent it as far as it concerns her. She tends to hold loyalty in high regard and will often time remain loyal to a fault unless she is proved otherwise and even then she might not completely leave them to their fate. Her introvert can make her perhaps too timid at times. 
History: (If requested or needed to explain the power behind a character)

Roleplay Sample: 
Ai adjusted her black hood, the damp weather made her glad she had decided to wear it, there were other reasons as well of course. She still felt out of place in her clothing a black shirt and pants along with black leather boots, chosen to allow her to blend in with the crowd. But, Glawrien was used to silks and jewelry. However, her simply braided hair and dark bruise decorating her left cheek, it was starting to swell and rather large taking up most of her face. She had other wounds as well but this one was most noticeable upon casual inspection. She took a moment to steady herself before moving down the street, her hand resting on a wall as the world spun briefly, she was aware that was not a good thing, but not altogether unheard of for some on with a blow to the head. Her ribs were aching as much her head, causing breathing to be as painful as thinking was at the moment.



She did her best to move down the street as a normal person might. She was fairly certain she wasn't being followed by this point, but she wasn't entirely sure.That fact alone was what kept her moving forward. There something in her favor, however, most people who were out at this time of night were more wrapped in their own affairs and it was very easy to over a lone woman in the street. For most of them at least. She was also aware those who might notice her in the middle of the night might not have her best interests in mind. Not only that they might have followed her, she was the only one who made it out as far as she knew, she was counting on herself traveling faster than news did.


Ai's vision was starting to swim however, that and nausea forming in the pit of her stomach told her she clearly needed to find a doctor/healer sooner rather than later. In some corner of her mind, she hoped it was simply the lack of sleep getting to her and nothing more serious. She had fled headlong for most of the night, and the lack of rest certainly wasn't going to work in her favor. Regardless of what it was that was affecting her, she stumbled for a moment before catching herself and moving forward. She didn't manage to get much further however, a lifetime without much need for psychical strain was working against her, the world spun for the last time and Glawrien spilled ungracefully forward as her vision finally faded into nothingness.

Character's Name: 

Yukiji Watanabe

Nicknames:

Yuki

Age:

684

Gender:

Female

Species:

Eastern Dragon

Abilities:

Close Combat: Though small in size, this dragon has a variety of skills taught to her as she was growing. Through claws, teeth, and magic, she is easily able to defend herself if the situation need be. Humanoid from, she keeps knives well hidden from sight; usually around her brothel or even on her person. The serpent like body of her dragon from comes in quite handy as well, using it to wrap around an enemy and squeeze them into submission.

Air/Ice Magic: Yuki is able to whip up giant gusts of wind along with the chill of winter itself; forming what is almost like a snow storm around another. Ice can form around their bodies, especially around the feet if she needs to be able to immobilize someone. 

Seduction: As she owns a brothel, it would be silly if she herself wasn't the seductive type of person. She is more than comfortable with her sexuality and sex in general, as why she opened the business in the first place. Yuki can pry whatever she needs from someone, whether information or otherwise. It comes quite in handy. 

Personality:

Yukiji is not the kind of woman to hold back what she wants to say, or even when she wants to say it. She is usually the kind to always be cool and collected, finding no reason to become angry about little things; but anytime someone big comes about her temperature is surely will show like nothing else. The woman's rage can clearly be seen in her eyes and face, and with her ability with ice magic the room can drop quite a bit in temperature; creating an icy chill in the air.

These violent mood swings are usually kept the a minimum, used only when one of her workers are being harassed or she herself is as well. Anyone who works for her is allowed to refuse service from anyone if they need to. From those who are violent, harassing, or way too pushy. Sometimes those who are overly drunk and cause a hassle are met with the small woman's scorn. 

History:

Yukiji grew up in a very wealthy household and family, causing her to be raised to be quite the proper lady in the long run. As any child having grown into a wealthy household, she was practically given whatever she desired, even if she didn't quite have the need for it either. Little things here and there, trinkets, toys, and the like; all because she asked for it whenever she wanted something new, as if she just enjoyed the look and feel of things that weren't tarnished. 

The woman also grew up quite well educated in many subjects, in both books, myth, and the like; though she took more upon into the reading of things more than anything else. As she grew older, she became bored with the way he life was at that time. Things never pleased her and life seemed to grow more and more boring as the days dragged on. Eventually, when old enough, she left her home in search for something different. It wasn't much long until that she opened a business of her own; one that many people would find pleasure with as it became more into popularity. Sure, there are quite many a people who would find such an establishment sinful and wrong; but no being could surely deny their physical pleasures in life. It was not long after opening, that the place became very popular with the masses; many of them being weary travelers who sought to relax and have a nice time. 

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The game was becoming boring.

Once upon a time it had been a darwinist struggle, an addiction, a puzzle to conquer of which she'd sell her soul and virtue in pounds for its idiosyncratic pieces, all the while determining only vaguely where her next meal would come from and whether or not there were demon hunters waiting outside her cove for her to sleep so they could storm in and slay the mythical beast...This had been so much willing obsession breeding in her brain since the moment she'd arrive here young and vestal and in recollection likely begging to be split open to the skull. Enjoying the convoluted psychosis of it all. Enjoying the fatalistic thrills. 

But the game was becoming boring. And Shay hated boring. Long stretches of peace were not inherently bad, but the red haired beast found herself in desperate need of amusement. 

Where had the depravity gone from this hellhole, where everybody strutted around like they meant business, irrational aggression the noxious brew of either heat softening the brains of naive recruits or simply the whimsies of the useless, inbred psychotics Sleibte attracted like children to crackers and juice? Where was the spark, the spatter, the fire, the life, the screaming, the brawls, the megalomania, the dirt, the death? No longer did she doze away wondering too serenely if she'd awaken with a set of teeth her in throat, but with the silence of a lame defanged totalitarian society rocking her to sleep alongside a thousand snippets and statistics on locals whose lives could disintegrate for all she cared. Peace and harmony alike were utterly depressing, but though she might turn disenchanted and loveless on the inside, her domesticated lifestyle as a mother was making her...irritable.

And speaking of irritable, it seemed two long rows of teeth found themselves embedded into the dragonesses neck. 

And horns...

And damn there every limb she had. 

An audible groan erupted from her lips, burning golden eyes lifting slowly as the woman lifted her head to see several little beast biting at her flesh...beast she had apparently given birth to. 

Teething already it seemed, much to her dismay. Scheherazade rolled her eyes so far into her head she could see her ass, reaching out and prying one of her hellbeast out from her bosom and huffing. 

<font style="font-family:georgia; font-style: normal; color:#ffd700; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing:2px; word-spacing: 4px; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #fff7cc">"Ok, ok i'm up. I'm up, get the fuck off me ya little bastards."</font> She grumbled, pushing her elbows into the back of her bed and sitting up, seeing the little dragons all scuttle and pile onto her belly as each of them jumped up and nipped at her. Clicks and echoes erupting from their little jaws as each of them pretty much demanded food. 

Shay blinked, pulling her legs over the edge of her bed and yawning with her children all fighting for space in her lap as she put her hands down and pushed all of them off and onto the floor in a single sweep.
<font style="font-family:georgia; font-style: normal; color:#ffd700; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing:2px; word-spacing: 4px; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #fff7cc">"I am not your fucking couch."</font> She mused, standing to her feet and stepping over the little lizards and making her way out of her chambers and down the hall of her golden palace. 

Running her fingers through her hair the woman went on to do her daily routine...with several baby dragons snapping at her heels at any given opportunity. She figured it would probably be wise to feed them before they ended up chewing up her precious home...

Perhaps a family trip to the market, to see what her worshipers would offer their future guardians. Shay grinned, glaring down at the reptiles who all ran circles around her in some tragic game of ring around the Rosie...

Shay whistled, snapping her fingers to grasp their attention which worked well enough. 


<font style="font-family:georgia; font-style: normal; color:#ffd700; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing:2px; word-spacing: 4px; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #fff7cc">"So, mamma needs to get some things...and you can't be left here with the maids cause they hate when i leave you alone with them. So you're coming with me to the village."</font> She'd explain, all of her offspring spitting smoke and embers from their jaws in excitement. 


<font style="font-family:georgia; font-style: normal; color:#ffd700; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing:2px; word-spacing: 4px; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #fff7cc">"But...rules. No fire, no biting...and no stealing. I'm lookin at you Midas."</font>  She hissed, beaming her eldest son a fierce glare which made the little beast scoff in rebellion. 

Shay rolled her eyes reaching downward and grabbing the furred dragon adorned in golden markings and pulled him up to eye level. <font style="font-family:georgia; font-style: normal; color:#ffd700; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing:2px; word-spacing: 4px; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #fff7cc">"Scoff at me again you little shit, see if i don't take away your precious gems and add them to my collection."</font> She growled, evoking a rather sad whine and screech from the child as he practically protested to the idea of his mother taking away his shiny things. 

He had his mothers obsession with gold, that was for sure. 

Seemed all of them inherited at least one of her unhealthiest flaws...dealing with all six of them was going to be hell in the teenage years~



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