Prepare for the #LodanRespawn2024 Existing characters may choose to be displace from/have memories of different timelines, thereby allowing returning members the option to retcon their whole character. These changes are the result of the "Unnatural Fog" plot device that is running between now and the Respawn. The plot is simple: no matter where your character is, that place is shrouded in a thick fog that suspends time, but not thoughts or memories, so even if they're repeating the same day over and over again, they continue to remember, so each time feels like a new day. For those retconning OCs; this is where new versions of themselves have the opportunity to replace the old versions. Official lore and tree updates will be announced asap
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Aug 3, 2016 14:04:24 GMT
heck ya BORs
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
Post by Thadeus "Thrakazog" Stevenson on Nov 5, 2016 14:00:20 GMT
Corvus Corsair (or is it Cap'n Cait?):
(I was unable to locate the name of the artist)
This was 'November' on this year's AlchemyGothic calendar. The caption reads:
Corvus Corsair Rising defiant from her mountain lair, Elizabeth Crow, skipper of the rouge dirigible Kraken, hoists the raven sail and singlehandedly storms the unassailable rigging of Her Imperial Majesty's aerial privateer, Dauntless: The scourge of the Sky Pirates.
(The references to Sky Pirates, and the Dauntless, are too close to ignore)
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Nov 6, 2016 18:30:39 GMT
OH NO SHE DI'NT!!! she can't have the Dauntless, No Ma'am, that's mine! just kidding, great find Thrak!!
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin