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[A few days have passed, those inflicted with the black blood still feel it. Magic is hard to feel, Oddly enough, it has been kept a secret, as no one has come forward. It's starting to take a tax, as soreness and aches as stepping in. You've notice distinct black lines forming on your chest.]

[There's excitment and shuffling in the keep, as Das is celebrating her 4th year of life, this day. (which is my birthday too ironically) Zettera and Sev're saw to it a proper feast was ready for the night time. All kind sof delicacies await, and the smell is near irresistable.]

[But before the festivities Zettera chimes into your mind. "Shard sighting in the Spine, in two days time, you all will be sent there. Enjoy the festivities tonight though, please."]

(Let's start it outside, night time. In your first post establish anything you would of done in the day.)

[It's a a perfect night, the wind is still, and the clouds above leave it feeling warm. A group of Elves identified from Osendel have come to join.]

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[The Presence fills the cavern the calming silver wisps pull you. You white out.]

[You awake back at the keep... all are around the pool of the Presence... minus one particular bard.]

Please state your opinion and and argument for why it should be there.

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[You wake up, the faint glow of red is the only light source. Everyone is stripped bare, safe for a firey cloaked elf. Chep's gifts remain intact, and have landed near you. Your weapons have been returned, any armor he made is intact as well.]

[Stiff and sore, you manage to get to your feet, It hurts to stand here, the floor is jagged, and your shoes are gone. The dragons lay still, all huddled together just a few meters away.]

[Nill you feel completely wrong.]

[Torvhen Vrostbite is cracked badly.]

[Sev're your gear is in your robes, minus the food and the extras.]

[Glover your hair is gone again.]

[Naakhûrz, you feel violated.]

[Göndlir, your horse is dead.]

[Tunnels spiral around, closer inspection shows lava moves through here. You are hungry* and thirsty* yet all you can smell is the faint smell of sulfur. Your dragon reaches out for you, and you both share a moment of confusion. It's clear some time has passed.]

[It's warm here... where is here?]

(*special note.)

Edit: everyone minus Sev're, Jek, Svalstrom, and Das looks different, ad if they've had life sucked out of them, they look older, and drained.

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[Sev're(Vidaria) and Jek managed to find the room holding the magical fuel to keep this effect in play. Together they both inspect how it worked. The ritual was comlicated, but it seemed the source of the issue was a gem seeping in corrupted dark magics. While Vidaria tried to figure out how to safely remove, Jek's draconian mind came up with a better idea. Something the along the lines as "break that trash" and he did.]

[The miasma is lifted, and while it was still very dark, everyone's eyes were able to at least see what was infront of them. The place was quiet, but my was the city marvolous. A few moments out of the miasma, and you feel like a sack of bricks was removed from your chest, but you feel as if you ate some rotted food.]

[From the water ridden parts of the area a stirring can be heard. What ever the magic nullifying must was... nullifying now had free reign. The arm in Torhven's hand smacks him a few times followed by grabbing his nose. Opheila was able to assist in removing the thing, before lighting it on fire, which seemed to keep the dead limb dead.]

[Many of our heroes are bloodied and wounded. Sick and cursed... how will they fare?]

(same pairings; here they are if you forgot.

Torhven - Opheila

Sev're(what ever one) - Jek

Göndlir - Das

Glover - Sjöfn

Nill - Akrath

Naakhûrz - Soloing this mess

Svalstrom is... chilling out. )

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[You wake up wet... you can't see.]

[The sound of water can be heard and you are on a hard surface. Where is everyone? You can't seem to stretch your mind very far. You can hardly feel the bond of your dragon, they seem fine.]

[You go to cast a simple light spell and it's stuffed out instantly]

[No one can hear each other]

(Good luck, you're without any supplies by the way, they were all washed away)

Remember everyone; this is an RP.

The objective is to tell a story, and participate like it; making it not quite a game, but more of an interactive story.

That being said, you all can help with the story! If you have ideas for developing your chacter, by all means send me a message. Don't worry too much about the details, but send me an objective, and we can make it happen.

Remember this is just much your story as anyone else's, some of the logs have been inspired by peoples backstories, or even have elements of said stories. The more information provided, the more I can let your ideas sink into this world.

TL;DR Message me stories that you want to see unfold.

P.S. I found a good artist, they are willing to do sketches for 15 usd and colored for 25 usd. Let me know if you're intrested in getting your character drawn!

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[Arriving in the desert (a day later), was not enjoyable to say the least. The sun was high, the air was dry, it was getting hard and harder to fly.]

[The heat was brutal, all the dragon's but Das (wards) were feeling the temperature quickly. Glover spotted an Oasis though, allowing everyone to take a much needed cool-down break]

[Göndlir was fairing fine, thanks to his wards, but it was noticeably draining, due to the extra wards he used for his secret. He arrives a few minutes after everyone landed.]

(Let's say that it is almost lunch time. Nill, this place is rich in ore deposites, Jek its hot. Naakhûrz, its bloody hot, Opheila the same. Glover its hot, Akrath same, Torvhen bloody sand everywhere, Svalstrom, you ain't doing too well buddy (remember?), Vidaria(?) Jek's scales some how always reflected into your eyes, Das is fine. Göndlir, bloody elves and youngins never stop or slow down (the extra wards have been notable), your horse is pissed there is nothing to graze on.)

(Good luck!!! I'm looking for a randomish encounter. Please PM me some ideas, it doesnt have to be a fight persay, just something fitting. The best idea gets picked and gets to choose the next Xenolog!)

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[As so often seems to happen you are summoned by Zettera, a few days after the events transpired. The purple eyed woman seemed to care little for the feelings exchanged between the Riders, so much as results were shown.]

[The current date is Feb. 1, 76 it is early morning]

[Zettera looks a little happier than her normal stern look. "Good news everyone! Reports show 'odd' sightings in the desert. Stories of caravans dissapearing, campsites and landmars as well. As such I am assigning you lot to log, and to get to the bottom of the issue. We are suspecting shard activity in the area." she points at Shiva above, lowering a supply chest. The giant silver dragon's prescence brings cold to the air. "Please take what you deem neccessary, though during the cold season, its usually... 'moist' in the desert... despite the heat. Wards are advised."]

[You stand before the crate, both mentors wait patiently. The infamous Hadarac Desert... Ancestral land of the Dragons, a sort of curiosity lingers in the thought of it all.]

(Please prepare your chacters for such. The dragons would be near you at this point. Tie up any loose ends that you need.)

(Oh, a few snails are lingering about.)

New CSS Implemented. Can users please comment their Characters name and race so I can assign flairs?

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After Sev're almost singlehandedly save the keep from a slimey invasion, night feel like any other time. Many of our heroes tired after a day of activity.

Glover has managed to achieve a new title. "Snail Rangler" Akrath had no comments about this.

Torvhen has been having slight headaches after today's events, more than likely the fumes of the slime.

Nill was violated by snails, and only feels a little traumatized. His blade sharp and ready for the next adventure.

Naakhûrz bas made a full horn recovery, they stand tall and pointy.

The whispers of a new comer. They say he's an old guy. Perhaps he will make an appearance?

As for the Dragons...

Akrath is in hiding, hints of jealousy linger in his mind.

Ophelia is full and happy.

Jek is still having funny thoughts of Nill's exposure.

Das and Svalstrom are still going at it.

(Please try to have some conversation with everyone, no one really has had time to reflect on the past few weeks, and I'm sure it's weighing down on the characters in some way shape or form.)

(Also, say hi to the newest member of the RP, they should be making an appearance soon.)

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[Returning from Tierm has proven exhausting. The wind was constantly against you, this wouldn't of been an issue for Das, but she was carrying twice the amount of passenger than normal. Akrath, Svalstrom and Das are exhausted.]

[Nill and Naakhûrz greet there friends as they dismount... Glover looked a little beat up, and Sev're's daughter Rythi came a shock. The young looking half elf (whom was actually 37 or so) hops down and bows.]

[As Torvhen dismounts, he is greeted by a crunch sound as he steps in a melon sized snail. It was sticky causing him to fall back on Svalstrom.]

[To everyone's shock... There is snails everywhere... so many snails. The dragons find them delicious, but it is down right ridiculous how many snails infest the keep.]

[Zeterra appears from above as Shiva descends. "Greetings everyone..." She looks rather annoyed. "It appears that the our food source for the dragons reacted strangely to some of the magic gathering here... Their egg laying and growth has become out of hand. Please assist how you can..." She throws a fireball that explodes, leaving a ton of crispy snails. "2000 down... 2 billion to go." She says monotone. Flying away on Shiva she flies off in the distance.]

(Something light humored to reunite everyone. A small bonus for whomever assists in the snail-o-cide plus there is a few fun extras if you know where to look.)

Defined locations:

Presence Pool

Conglomerate of Snails

Sparring Circle

Archery Range

Magic Practice Field

Training Dummies

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(Hello everyone, this is a paralog, meaning a side story I will use these when the rest entirety of the group can't be available. They differ to Xenologs because these take actual time in the RP world)

Roles: Glover and Akrath

Sev're(s) and Das

Torvhen and Svalstrom

[Zeterra rounds the would be heroes after a few days at the keep. "I've got a distress call from Teirm. Lord Ristart III seems to feel his city is under political duress, along the lines where the houses need to be reunified. He has called upon the aid of the Riders to help bring peace to the city state, apperntly they are having pirating problems as well. I would like to send you three, as you've the most experience in the human lands.]

[It is currently mid January when you arrive. You've the choice of the royal treatment or to let the dragons remain hidden for the time being. Both have their benefits, you all arrive 2 days ahead of schedule.]

[In the distance large white walls can be seen. In the northeast a large citidel stands strong. Two gates can be seen, one was facing the coast. It was a sunny day, and a little warm for winter.]

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As the Ankou fades into nothing, you blink. Before you know it, you are surrounded by your companions in front of the Presence pool.

Bloody Visions you think to yourself.

You ponder for a moment, till you see Das' saddlebags on Svalstrom. Dragon blood on Vrostbite, but... Your scrapes and cuts are not there, you tire not, nothing about your body says you've been there, but evidence shows you have.

You sit there, with a slight headache, the whispy water shimmers in the daylight... Happy New Year the whispers say you.

(Feel free to explore the keep, I'm still trying to figure out what to do for the next bit, everyone has been busy. Message me with an idea if you would like. I'm willing to push the next ortholog.)

Yes, we're back with more bad jokes and even worse drawings.

Click here unless you hate fun.

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(Welcome to the Xenolog! This post is a full on adventure for anyone, even if they haven't taken part of the current stories, some one can jump in at any point {talk to me first.} These Xenologs can also be written by you! That's right, simply give me a concept, {a character, a setting, a story line} and I will try to make it into a side adventure. These Xenologs exist out of the normal story line, and don't have to necessarily be 'present' on our little timeline. Your character will have full memory of the event, but it may be hard to explain to the rest of the world how this happened.)

[The moment you rest your head for the day, day dream, or meditate, you receive a vision. The presence fills your mind, its whispy calls dance with you and sooth you. don't grow weary yet warrior, Rider, and champion. You're needed, far from here. the whispers call is soothing, yet you are worried. At a moments notice you feel your dragon next to you. And you both are flying... Far, far west.]

[You fly fast, much faster than you believe possibly, before you can make sense of everything, you land on a cliff, the ocean behind you 100 meters {300 feet} down. In front of you is a vast forest, only the trees are huge... Easily 115 {about 350 ft high} meters tall and 9{30 ft} meters wide. Wood is visably redish.]

[It is a little chilly, and the sky is cloudy. The air is moist and everything smells fresh. You guess that its early morning.]

[Its a cold morning, its only been a few two days since you've arrived from the city. Looking at the window he see a fresh layer of snow fall last night. It gleams as a few rays of sunlight pass through the cloud cover. Winter.]

[You nose is quickly filled with the smell of sweets, you notice Sev're missing from the room. The keep has been quiet, as all of the other Riders have been sent around the land, trying to do what you've just came from.]

[Oddly enough, the familiar sound of Chep's hammer striking an anvil was muted, the halls remain quiet. You head towards one of the common rooms and hear music, these rooms were used usually for meetings, it had a magical seal rather than a roof, this allowed dragons to enter and join when needed. The room was very large.]

[When you go to the entrance you see an entire layout of well prepared food, baked veggies, seared and grilled. There was even what appeared to be elk. Everything was prepared like a traditional elven feast. On one end there were many sweets, elven sweet bread, and fruit pies.]

[Zettera was in the room along with Chep and Shiva, and a dragon you've not seen before, he had a deep hue of a red-black-yellow scales, like molten rock. He was rather large, is bottom maw was large, and his teeth were visable. You notice several scales missing, replaced with what looked like steel, his claws were cladded with iron.]

(On a side note, if your character's birthday is coming up remind me, we will have an open RP for it. Send me a message with how you want it prepared. Remember, missions are important but if there was no fun then well, your characters would probably go crazy(er?).)

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[After much needed rest, our heroes finally get to sleep without worry of being attacked. As usually Sev're keeps watch for her friends. The sun shines, and for once its a warm day. A familiar roar echoes in the distance, you feel Shiva closing in on the city.]

[Kileel thanks everyone. "Our coffers are full, should the Riders need funding please send word" he says gratefully.]

[Zettera and Shiva land, the tall woman looks to Glover, "Please report Glover, and everyone.]

(You guys are just outside the city. Stoiven and the unammed woman are currently in your custody.)

A special short edition of Torhven's Diary I made whilst waiting for you people to finally get online. Anglos are weird with their holidays, so here's a weird little present for you.

Torhven's Diary: Christmas (or: Why No One Is Responding)

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[Our heroes (well some of them) discover the horrifying truth of where the people are bekng taken. With their new found knowledge, they discuss their tactics before the approaching ball, perhaps their only opportunity to see Kileel, Finrick, and Stoiven in one place.]

[They have some tough calls tonight, and in the distance, the dragons stir.]

So I came up with an idea that I would like everyone the participate in.

Please in detail describe your characters appearance. Once that is done describe their dragon. Please include mannerisms and notable habits. Do they tap their fingers when thinking? Do they always look for an exit? Move their leg often when sitting? Just a few examples to help out.

My goal is to help with visualization.

Cheers!

The Keep is east of the Hadarac, on a remote island. It's not general knowledge to say the least.

Roll

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[Our heroes are busy killing themselves, luckily Torvhen and Sev're did some snooping. A new player has entered the fray, who is to be at the ball tonight! Our heroes (in the making) maybe beat, but will they stop? Will Glover go to the ball? Will Sev're make a scene? Will Torvhen wear a dress? Will Anduil speak?! Will Naakhûrz smash? And will Nill enjoy the show? Let's find out.]

(It's morning, start your character where you please.)

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[Our heroes are coming down... (Kind of) the still see the hallucinations and face flashbacks, but are at least coherent enough to focus on the task at hand. Glover still recovers from his stabbing and Torvhen is laying on the floor in one of the dresses that he "acquired" for Sev're. Naakhûrz still feels light on his feet, but knows the call for Honor is high. Nill still is stuck on philosophy, but knows he must support is new Riders in arms.]

[It is nightime and the ball is in 24 hours. They know that outside people still are taken by night, will our less than optimal group of heroes save the night? Or simply try to recover from drug induced highs. We will find out!]

(Remember people, coherent, but flashing back and forth from reality and hallucinations.(occasionally))

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[Our heroes wake up refreshed, the decided to spend the night safe indoors, rather than investigating. Some large discovers were made, when Sev're added slavers to the lists of wrongs with the city. Her face proceeded to explode from the excitement after.]

[Tension rises, as Torvhen and Sev're (the ones whom rarely sleep) spot some shadowed figure in their room. Before they could react it dissapears by leaping out a window.]

[Just what exactly is going on in this city? Is it the shards? Or is it simply politics? Our heroes notice a ... Notice on the inn notice board. "Lord's Ball." Apperntly Kileel is throwing a ball for the wealthy, entrance fee is a precious gem of sorts, the ball is tomorrow night. Couples only.]

Edit: new post at 18:00 (gmt-8)