Etzos, ‘The City of Stones’ is a fortress against the encroachment of Immortal domination of Idalos. Founded on the backs of mortals driven to seek their own destiny independent of the Immortals, the city has carved itself out of the very rock of the land. Scourged by terrible wars of extermination, they've begun to grow again, and with an eye toward expansion, optimism is on the rise.
/gallery/image.php?album_id=143&image_id=4097 The PSF
New Subforums
So, one of the things that has changed in the new site is that the new PSF is visible to everyone. This provides us an opportunity and so, this morning I've created some subforums in there - for completed / approved threads....
The Website: Standing Trials ( / ), referred to through the rest of this thread as the website , our website , the site , our site , Standing Trials , and Trials .
You: The person reading these words right now.
The Staff: All users who are identified as...
The half-breed never had any doubt of the validity of Icarus’ statement when he claimed he’d had a training regime started for the half-breed. The one thing she didn’t expect was for him to start implementing it so soon…
The half-breed physically wasn’t weak. Not by most means....
/gallery/image/15262/medium 2nd Trial of Cylus - 718
The smell of the sewage of Etzos was always a surprise, no matter how much time he spent in his old home territory of the city’s most poor districts. It always brought on a distinct sense of nostalgia, the good old days when he fought for food...
The half-breed huffed as frozen water droplets stuck to her hair. Her stick-thin form shivered against the barrage of freezing temperature all around her. Icarus was humming as he trudged along. How???
The older man was dressed in thick clothes made from pelts he'd caught long...
The half-breed had always been particularly fond of Vhalar as far back as she could remember. The season was one of golden colors and falling leaves. There was a nip in the air that certainly forewarned the coming of Zi’da, but it was...
Maud. That was the name with which a child introduced herself. What kind of mother named their child Maud? Perhaps Nightshade’s own name was weird, but at least it wasn’t Maud. On top of that, while Nightshade said the child had...
Nightshade loved her job. She really, really did, no lie! Sometimes though, things just started to become a pain. In particular, Lakewatch started to become a pain. Getting even more specific about that, hiding Lakewatch started to...
Restless. She’d felt restless for the past 10 or 20 trials. It had been a quiet ever since the end of Saun. Anything would be quiet compared to her trip in Ymiden, but these couple of trials had felt especially quiet. She’d been...
Trial 7 of Zi’da 718
The Gardener’s Grace
11th break
Iashiri smiled as a single drop of a green viscous liquid dropped from the vial she was holding to an empty one on the table, a small cloud of green smoke appearing when the two liquids mixed, making her slightly back away from the mixture....
Trial 84 of Vhalar 718
The Gardener’s Grace
9th break
Iashiri watched as the professor walked around the laboratory, deep in thought. This still... said the professor, mostly thinking out loud. If we don't do anything, soon enough we'll have a city of statues. Iashiri nodded. The still was also...
“Oh’Pee… Comm’See…” Many voices yelled around Iashiri as she made her way through the citizen’s free market. It was always a sight to see. Many men and women desperately trying to sell anything to anyone. Even she wasn’t free from the eyes of the many merchants around her,...
Cylus 718 Job - Navyri is hired for her lock picking skills by a young woman desperate to have her chastity belt removed. Meanwhile, Navyri gives her a few lessons in sex ed.
/gallery/image.php?album_id=330&image_id=9491&view=no_count • Common • Rakahi • Gravokian A greedy father has thieves for children.
Cylus 718
“Get it oooooff,” the redhead’s voice whined into the air, squirming impatiently on the silken sheets while Navyri remained propped between the girl’s...
/gallery/image.php?album_id=2&image_id=9542 ⌘ Common ⌘ Rakahi ⌘ Euthic Sign ⌘ Grovokian ⌘
58th of Vhalar, 717
Navyri prowled through the dark, her footsteps crunching softly under her weight as she hummed tauntingly. Leaning against a tree, she craned her neck, feeling eyes on her in the...
/gallery/image.php?album_id=2&image_id=13356 Saun 20th, 718
The farther into the season the world seemed to progress, the more the half-breed was convinced there were few things she detested more than the sun. It was a constant mocking reminder towards her hatred of a certain Immortal whose very...
As was her way when she didn't like what she was hearing, his wife didn't say anything. Just nodded and turned away from him, focusing on the plates that...
It is the fool who puts faith in false saviors. - Blind Guardian
The silence throughout the home was thick. In its own strange way, the complete absence of sound was thunderously loud, the tick of a complete absence amplifying what few noises dared break its reign. Gently, just beyond the veil of...
/gallery/image.php?album_id=2&image_id=10198 80th Trial of Zi’da, 717 Arc
Vuda’s Prison
Neronin could hear the rasp in his breathing, almost the only sign he was still really there. He could not remember how long he had been in the cell. Trials? He felt raw and naked without access to his spark....
The Lothar stood with his arms crossed, his glare intent. The human below him was starting to sweat, wiping his brow into his shirt sleeve every so often. Hmmm... The silence broke at last and Fridgar's eye traced the Human's as he...
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Finn O'Connor :: 14th Ashan, 717
Follow up from this solo, particularly the last post in that solo: /viewtopic.php?f=169&t=6559
They never learned did they? It took more, much more than a bunch of firm words and a week's worth of dirty dishes to...
Thaddeus woke with a shiver, stirring from his slumber as a sudden chill seep into his bones. His eyes open slowly, scanning the familiar confines of his tent as he press himself up to sit with a grunt. It had been several trials now that he found...
He always thought back to Wicked, one these little knives were in his hands. The meditation didn't prevent it; he'd had memories that the little blade-slinging sod in his head long before he started practicing that ....
It wasn't just the sound. That was only the most obvious part of it. The metronome by which the rest was measure. The beat and rhythm underscoring all else.
Thunk. Thunk. Thunk.
No clangs of metal on rock and brick anymore. Ten,...
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