Slums that are a chaotic mess of shelters, thrown together and often crumbling into disarray, it is the main residence for the population majority. The streets are rarely patrolled, and usually only during protest riots or other revolution-minded action.
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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....
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Your friendly neighbors! That stray dog on the corner! The kids who won't stop throwing rocks at your windows! The petitioner who keeps coming around to ask for your signature! And your five dozen roommates who leave their slop all over the place.
The Royal House of Lair: Establishing a Role
Tale of Ten Torments: Sight -
The Sightless Prism - (Adult Forum)
Tale of Ten Torments: Hearing
The Soundless Chime - (Adult Forum)
Tale of Ten Torments: Smell
The Perfumed Miasma - (Adult Forum) Cancelled...
The Royal House of Lair: Establishing a Role
Tale of Ten Torments: Sight -
The Sightless Prism - (Adult Forum)
Tale of Ten Torments: Hearing
The Soundless Chime - (Adult Forum)
Tale of Ten Torments: Smell
The Perfumed Miasma - (Adult Forum)
Tale of Ten...
Zunylanih awoke with a languid stretch from the night's slumber, well rested and ready to begin her day, but for one ritual that she never missed on waking...
Olá meu amor! Bom Dia...
She stared into the reflected beauty of Geneva's illusory visage, on the surface of the...
So many visitors, such a grand audience he was treated to, with such a multitude of new faces. In Zunylanih's Shanty, he had the pick of the crowd, and there were few buskers of a mind to ply their craft in these trying times... Yet that was what clowns were for, was it not? To...
While getting some helpful advice on how to be more seductive from Meinz, the two come across a strange happening involving red apparitions that speak of incomprehensible things.
1st of Zi’da, Arc 720
“Tilt your eyebrows down like you’re sad, this gives you an innocent look, oh and pucker your lips a little,” instructed Meinz. “And when you speak, purr slightly like you have something in the back of your throat. But don’t hack a loogie because that shit’s nasty.”
40th of Vhalar, Arc 720
Continued from here.
A blanket of silence filled the room. It encompassed Cierne with a vice grip and wouldn’t let go. Her anxiety swelled as she struggled to make eye contact with Everton who refused to say anything for several long, unbearable moments.
An altar is set up in recognition for the many people that died in Shanty due to Cierne's starting an accidental fire in one of the abandoned buildings. Feeling guilty, she goes to the altar and dwells on the aftermath of her actions.
40th of Vhalar, Arc 720
Hearing news of the immense destruction that followed Cierne’s uncontrolled defiance use, the girl was sent into a deep depression. She had… killed people? She was the one behind the murders of several Quacian residents? That didn’t sound right. But the hushed talk of the...
38th of Vhalar, Arc 720
Fire was creeping its flaming tendrils into her dreams now. It was calling to her even when she swore there were no flames in sight. It’s soft whispers were a lullaby if it wasn’t so persistent and… demanding.
It became increasingly eerie as the trials progressed,...
To relinquish the hold that boredom has on both Cierne and Meinz, the Naer suggests they play truth or dare. However, things get a little deeper and darker as Cierne asks her spiritual companion about her past...
Meinz looked at Cierne with utter bewilderment. “That’s a child’s game. Why do you want to play that? I want to be amused, Cee, not bored.” She rolled her eyes.
Cierne let out a huff. “The fact that you would pass up such a classic game bores me ,” she...
Cierne finds a dark and hollow place in her mind that leads to the unexplored caverns of her soul- all prompted by the aftermath of trying to control the earth.
3rd of Vhalar, Arc 720 The whole “getting back on your high horse” thing that Diaval had suggested in terms of Cierne’s earth defiance use hadn’t worked out the way either of them had planned. She made good use of trying to reconnect with the element and had managed to repair some of the damage...
A second, more powerful earthquake hits Quacia on the 1st. Cierne already had intentions on helping out her friend with the damage that occurred at his parents’ place after the first earthquake, but before she can do that, she must help herself.
1st of Vhalar, Arc 720
It was crazy what nature could do when aggravated. Cierne personally thought nature was rather bipolar in terms of its emotions even if it wasn’t sentient and couldn’t technically feel anything. Nevertheless, one trial it seemed like the suns were blazing hot, smothering...
After spending the afternoon with Diaval, Cierne comes home to a drunken ghost stealing from her new bottle of rum. Cierne joins in on the party and, fueled with alcohol, begins to wonder how she can better grasp the art of meditation.
47th of Vhalar, Arc 720
A blanket of cold rested gently on Cierne’s exposed arms and would have ruffled her feathers had she any. She didn’t know what time it was and what’s more, she didn’t know why she bothered to want to know. It was dark out, and that’s all that really mattered.
After Meinz crashes the party, Diaval asks if Cierne can teach him some Common since it’s not his first language, but because everyone is a little too drunk to be focused, tangents are made.
27th of Saun, Arc 720
Continued from here
It seemed like it took forever for Meinz to leave after she had crashed the party. While the air had gotten thick between Cierne and Diaval, they were by no means in an awkward stage of their conversation.
27th of Saun, Arc 720
Cierne had invited Diaval over for the night (much to Meinz’s displeasure). She had sneered at Cierne the moment she had mentioned his name.
It was like a curse around the tent these days. As to why, Cierne wasn’t sure. Everytime she asked why Meinz hated him so much the...
Cierne deals with the aftermath of pushing herself too far while using her defiance magic, but thankfully she doesn't have to deal alone for very long.
The sky might as well have been bleeding; crying and mourning over a crack in its dull grey. Not even the multitude of clouds could cover it like a bandage. Or at least this is what Cierne thought as she slowly walked through the downpour. It was cold rain and it was...
Something was buzzing, and it wasn’t her. Or was it? Had she really drank that much? Was there more liquor than blood coursing through her veins? She had only consumed a few drinks, not much by her standards, and not nearly enough to have caused her to be drunk. Yet,...
12th of Saun, Arc 720
“So you still live with that old geezer, huh?” Diaval said, gesturing to the decrepit building Cierne called home.
She poked him hard in the chest. “That old geezer saved my life,” she pointed out with a huff. “And I wouldn’t be saying much if I were you. Your brother still...
“Rumor has it, this place is haunted by victims of torture.”
Cierne rolled her eyes at the ominous comment.
She didn’t know what she was doing. She had allowed herself to (somewhat) befriend a couple of people her age a few nights ago; she met them at a bar on one of her...
Cierne was so sober, she was restless. Her mind was rampant with thoughts, each one barreling through conclusions and leading to more thoughts. There was tangent upon tangent going on inside her head and her boredom wasn’t helping the situation. Even her limbs were...
18th of Saun, Arc 720
No matter how long Cierne had been friends with Diaval, she still couldn’t get over the fact that his kindness to her was born out of pure intentions.
It seemed like when she was younger everyone she befriended would stay dear until it no longer benefited them. No one cared...
The fighting had started only the night before. The Dragoons, the ones that'd been cleared for participating in the first wave of assaults against the surrounding Creep, had sallied out of the gates of Quacia, intent on bringing fiery retribution...
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