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 Veronika Tallent on Aug 23, 2016 18:23:51 GMT
Veronika nodded. "Okay, that sounds fun, lets do that!" She smiled, glad that she wasn't getting in the way of anything.
Another girl bumped into Gladys now. Veronika's arms twitched forward a bit, ready to attempt to catch her if she fell. Luckily, she didn't. Gladys sent a glance to Veronika after she apologised, and Veronika wasn't entirely sure what to do. She flipped on a beaming grin again, saying with a light laugh, "Goodness, it's very crowded tonight, isn't it?" She felt awkward, seemingly trying to make small talk when small talk might not be the best thing to do in this particular situation. She wasn't even entirely sure who she was asking, but rather just letting the question soar into the night for anyone nearby to hear, or perhaps to just be absorbed in the masses of people. She gave a small laugh, and let the awkwardness of the moment fade. She stepped further out of the way of the steady stream of people flowing along the footpath they were nearby, politely motioning to Gladys to do the same, just so nobody got hurt.
"Dis is still NUB a good idear..." Thrakazog declared, as he stood in the middle of a large circle, holding a blunted glaive in both hands, though to be fair, it looked a lot less like a polearm in his meaty fists and more like a rake or hoe. The seven foot weapon was only six inches taller than he, and weighed far, far less. Still, in some ways, it was far more menacing than its wielder.
He came to be there in a round-about-sort-of-way. First, Caitlina nd Faolan had taken him to find boots. Caitlin stated that no further thanks were necessary, IF Thrakazog got in there and showed the people what one of her 'boys' could do. Thrakazog had frozen in mid-stride, and declared, "Dis is NUB a good idear." His Captain wouldn't hear it though, and with her Commander along, she insisted on it. Thrakazog was in trouble. First off, he couldn't tell her 'no', because he owed her so much, and adored her. Second, he feared her - not because she'd ever done anything mean to him, but because she was the 'Queen of Rogues', and every sailor on the seas knew some tall tale or another about how terrifying the fictional version of Caitlin could be. Third, she had a way of smiling and asking for something that could likely get any red-blooded man, and most women too - to do what she wanted.
And that's how Thrakazog found himself in this predicament.
To his credit, or more accurately thanks to Faolan's helpful tips, he was indeed showing the 'pointy end' of the glaive to his opponent. But he hardly knew how to use one, and had only beaten his last opponent because they too had no idea what they were doing, and were simply participating in the event as one would an ax-throwing contest, or a chicken-eating one. Thinking about that, Thrak decided he'd fare far better in the chicken-eating contest.
He'd won the mock-battle because he was simply so large. Between his arm length and the glaive, he had managed to hold his first opponent off until they got tired of trying to get within his reach. They turned to the gathered crowd, shrugged their shoulders, and Thrak (at some prodding from Caitlin) had leaned in and smacked the fellow on his arse with the flat of the glaive. The crowd roared with amused laughter, as the embarrassed man yelped and leaped into the air. The referee called the bout in Thrak's favor, and Thrak shook hands with the man in good sportsmanship and spirit.
But winning by luck and having any skill with a polearm were two very different things, and even though Thrakazog tried to wave off a second bout, the referee and crowd only cheered him on. The ref stated, "You're in this lad, until you get trounced! It's 'King of the Mountain', aye?"
Thrakazog's shoulders slumped. He certainly knew 'king of the mountain'. He'd gone to the Queen's masquerade ball as the spirit of the Mountain King, and nearly every child of Lodan had played it at some point or another. A group of children would try to climb a hill, and the supposedly strongest one at the top had the task of keeping the other kids from getting there. Fist fighting wasn't encouraged, but pushing, falling, rolling back down the hill and such were common. Thrak probably didn't have to worry, because anybody with a lick of talent or skill at fighting would surely oust him from his coveted spot. But it looked like - much to the crowd's joy and Caitlin's amusement - that he was going to have to fight another round.
The ref's eyes lit up in delighted amusement, and he turned back to the crowd, shouting loud once more, "OHO! I had no idea we had such a terrifying individual among us! Behold! The Serpent of the Seven Seas! The Denizen of the Deep! The Brother of the Kraken, and the Swallower of Ships! I give you... THRAKAZOG!" So Thrakazog stood there, made his declaration, "Dis is still NUB a good idear..." and watched his opponent carefully.
Caitlin gave a smile of encouragement. She hadn't meant to push him so hard, but with all the teasing he received from his crew mates a bit of intimidation emulating out from the big man might do him some good, and taking home the festival trophy wasn't a bad way to accomplish that either. He had the natural assets to pull it off, it was just a matter of having the willpower to persevere. She hoped he would, but if not she would think no less of him. After all, she was at fault for throwing him in the ring in the first place.
She would sing his praises no matter what, and let the crew know who her champion was. She even threw a couple of coins on the betting table to be even more transparent about where she placed her faith. It was a shame she couldn't compete, but she was who she was and competing in such a public event would spell disaster for the swash buckling....
hang on.
Her father had trained her to fence maybe if she just....
No... best she didnt.
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
Zona gave a nod at what the brunette said. The two blonds defiantly didn't seem like the type to go off and fight for fun. The one blond then agreed with what the other had just said almost proving what Zona just thought to be right. "Ya I'm good with that." Zona said as she looked over to slowly growing crowd that seemed to be surrounding the fight. That made her smile slightly. "Well shall we head over there then?" Zona questioned to the brunette, before turning slightly toward the crowd.
Well that worked out swimmingly! She smiled as she traded fairground companions. "Absolutely," She replied with enthusiasm and didn't hesitate to make way. The pair darted for the tables where bets and volunteers were being marked in the ledger. A line had formed which took a bit of steam out of her engine, but not by much. It was a short line after all. And the current show of force wasn't much to look at from where she was standing. Unless the big man was playing possum.
"Two enrollments please," she shouted to the man at the desk, he looked over, saw her and the Azul maned girl and waved them forward.
"I'm Jovena, by the way," She spoke aside to the girl before scrolling her name on the ledger.
Post by Zona K. Noakes on Aug 24, 2016 17:51:54 GMT
Zona stood next to the woman as she began to sign in, "Nice to meet ya." She said with a smile as she then took her turn to sign in, writing her name right under Jovena's. Once that was done Zona waited until further instructions were given, in the mean time though she turned back to the woman, "So do you know how to use any of those weapons?" She questioned as she looked at all the different kind of things they had up there. They all seemed to be pole arm things... which Zona had never once picked up in her life.
Badger: The cuss you are. Mr. Fox: The cuss am I? Are you cussing with me? Badger: No, you cussing with me? Mr. Fox: Don't cussing point at me! Badger: If you're gonna cuss with somebody, you're not gonna cuss with me, you little cuss! Mr. Fox: You're not gonna cuss with me! -Fantastic Mr.Fox (2009)
Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on Aug 25, 2016 7:23:45 GMT
Edelweiss walked with Sayvahn down the street for a short moment, taking note of their own path so that people and stalls alike would hide them from view while glancing back over her shoulder. It seemed like Edgar had already left, so if the green-eyed feline intended to go back to talk with Lasair and have some decent privacy, the best chance was now. "That's the best I could do, but it seems to have worked a bit..." She half stated half thought aloud. "We can really head to the Básil stalls now, or you can backtrack and go after Las still - you two had a date, right?" Though the company wasn't bad in the least, whether the Feline stuck around her or not wasn't a choice for the redhead to make.
There was someone else she could spot on the crowd though - more specifically, her shoulder lightly brushed his back while walking, and she turned to notice the silver hair framing a familiar but weary-looking face. ".......Hi(?)" Wow. Comparing to everyone around she had met wearing so many foreign and fancy clothes, one could say Amon was actually rather underdressed in that plain shirt and shorts combo - the good old 'I wish I was home and away from this crowded bother' fashion - but that was also so, so him that it actually made her smile slightly. Nice to see some things never change.
"Oh... Well I just like the rock... As for the feather well, im an ander... I use magic, so if it can help me then..."he Howl said "I think i'm good, so you can lead the way to something that you do want... T-There was a battle thingy if you wanted to try that. The Ferris Wheel looks fun... O-or we could just call it a day... " Howl added noticing Julain's yawning. He did have to admit he was a bit tired, but it's not like something of this caliber comes around very often.
Apparently yelling didn’t get him anywhere. At least, not as he had hoped. Even though Wern had announced the whole spiel, of “I challenge you!” a stranger approached the mechanic, patting him on the back and informing him that he would have to register. Yet, of course by the time he got to the front of the line, the registration line for the trident was huge. Paling some, he was told he had to wait until he was challenged to try to win at gaining the trident. Though, if he wanted he could fight against others. “No-no, I-I’m alright.” He meekly told the attendant, though, the attendant pushed him forward. “Ya sure? Mighty big words from big man. Shame they mean little.” The woman stated, and Wern looked upon the older woman. At how smug she looked, as if edging him, as if daring him. He swallowed, feeling ever more sheepish under her gaze. H-had she always been this intimidating? Then, there was a force against the mechanic’s shoulder. Turning, the larger man saw that a woman was leaning against him, or, not really leaning. J-just standing very close to him. Asking him a question as well. Blinking, the larger man fumbled his answer. “Y-yes! I, I will. W-who am I fighting?” Wern inquired, turning to the female attendant. Giving a toothy smile, Wern noted her crooked teeth, but only for a moment as the elder woman pointed toward a rather large fellow who was apparently very intimidating and oh cogs. “That one.” She hummed, leaning back, enjoying the show as another attendant led him forward, leaving the woman to continue filing through the fighters. Including a redhead that seemed to overpower the larger man by a longshot. Friend or foe to the larger man was uncertain to the elder woman. Yet, she smiled ever so softly, continuing to lean back as she yelled, “Next!” (This is Kunchen by the way, so Maeve Blodeuwedd, you are more then welcome to interact with her. )
Stumbling toward the arena, Wern was given a w-weapon. O-oh dear. And then placed in front of the larger man, leaving Wern to tremble in front of him. But, it wouldn’t be too hard now would it? T-to fight. Taking another gulp, Wern tried to hold his stance, yet, the man could barely lift the weapon, let alone fight with it. “I-I challenge you- Tha-Thra—“ “Thrakazog!” Someone from the crowd yelled, and Wern flinched. “Thra-thrak-a-zog.” Wern stuttered, biting his lip as he raised his weapon some more, w-waiting. After all, a-a good defense was just as good as g-good offense right?
In the crowd, he could hear Alisa and Polinya cheering for him. Though, it was mainly Polinya as the girl screadm “Go Werni go! Beat the mountain! Mountains stink! Werni is soft! Like a pillow! Pillows beat mountains!” Oh dear. He was a pillow. And he was facing a mountain. He was going to die, wasn’t he?
What is important to me is the experience of making. I leave all my work outside and often return to watch it decay.- Andy Goldsworthy
Vermillion eyes coasted the edges of the street, red, singeing Aida's cheeks. This was all too much, yet, Edelweiss was her savior, as she always was. Her guardian angel. Though, the dancer was sad to leave her other angels, and most of all, her firefox . The way that he seemed to sigh, his smile, tainting his features because it wasn’t real caused pain to well in her chest, weighing her down that not even the freeness of her robes brought her peace. Aida wanted to reach out to him. Take his hand, kiss it, to apologize, to confess so many things. Yet, the same feeling lingered as she heard Edgar’s own voice, chipped with that insecurity, with that loss, and the frown, it lingered on his features, and his grip dissipated from her arm. And without the touch, she felt lost, felt, a drift, caught in limbo until Edelweiss caught her. Yet, green still followed Edgar as he disappeared and Aida bit her lip. God. How could she do this to him? Tonight she would have to talk to him. But, that would have to wait. Would have to wait until much later in fact, as Edelweiss pulled the dancer along, and spoke. “You two had a date right?” The words made the older feline trip, and the dancer looked toward the guild leader. “Y-yes.” The older woman stuttered, tucking back a loose strand of her blonde hair. How did Edelweiss know? No— that wasn’t a hard question. From Lasair. Lasair would have told her. Lasair. Oh god. “Yes. Yes!” The feline repeated, her face, brightening some. She would run to Lasair, and maybe, they would quickly sneak to the ferris wheel, before Edgar, and they would talk. Patch things up, clear things up, and then— then Edgar. Strange, how his name seemed to bring a frown to her lips. Reaching forward, she hugged the crimson angel, kissing her gently on the cheek as Aida sighed a “Thank you Edelweiss! You are an angel." As the woman turned to run off to meet with her beloved, her firefox.
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Tracing through the crowd, Sayvahn searched for a familiar bed of hair, the familiar fire lit red, and at last, the feline saw him. Air slipped past the man as the dancer rushed to the guild leader, nearly running into him as the dancer fell into him, an exasperated gasp filtering through thin lips. “Lasair “ The older man breathed, trying to find his breath. God, he wasn’t used to running like that. “I’m— I’m so sorry. We don’t have much time. Come, come.” The older man stuttered, taking Lasair's hand, and guiding him, if he would follow, to the ferris wheel. After all. They were racing not only Time but Edgar— a man so meticulous with both that the odds were stacked against them from the start. Yet, maybe they would have a chance. Love always had a chance, didn't it?
“In a closed society where everybody's guilty, the only crime is getting caught." ― Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
Post by Thadeus "Thrakazog" Stevenson on Aug 27, 2016 14:14:38 GMT
Thrak-a-zog! Thrak-a-zog! Thrak-a-zog!
The crowd continued to chant his name, and despite his misgivings about whether this was indeed a 'good idea' or not, Thrak started to feel a little uncomfortable. He was never one to be the center of attention, and certainly didn't revel in it. But unlike most of his previous experiences on the receiving end of attention, this time, he wasn't being picked on, beaten up, or ridiculed. He wasn't being teased for his size, the way he talked, or how 'slow' people perceived him to be. In a word, it was rather... nice.
Thrak wondered if Lorraine would be proud of him, and his squinting eyes were scanning the crowd to look for her, but aside from the many faces of strangers, he only recognized a few rogues, and Caitlin and Faolan. And just then, the noise from the crowd swelled, and he heard a sharp voice cry among them, "Go Werni go! Beat the mountain! Mountains stink! Werni is soft! Like a pillow! Pillows beat mountains!"
Thrak had no idea who the pillow and mountain were, and so he turned towards the voice to see. But all he noticed was another man entering the ring of onlookers, and this one had a pole-arm of some sort. Thrak didn't know him, or the particular weapon, but he finally figured out that this was his next opponent. That, and his brain finally processed the earlier challenge that he didn't quite hear with the noise from the crowd. "I-I challenge you- Tha-Thra-Thra-thrak-a-zog."
Thrak cocked his head for a moment, but decided the man wasn't nearly as intimidating as he first thought. He was barely even holding the weapon upright, and seemed like more of a merchant than a warrior. Then again, Thrak was no warrior either, no matter how people thought he looked.
So he set his head back up straight, plunked one end of his glaive in the ground, and cheerfully waved at the newcomer, calling out, "Ug dere! How are youz?"
He was nothing, if not polite.
That started a small uproar from the crowd, who wanted to see some sport, and someone even threw a piece of fruit that bounced harmlessly off the back of Thrak's head.
Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on Aug 27, 2016 18:03:18 GMT
"..........You're welcome?" Well... Ok. After having taken a second to just stand there in shock at the Feline dancer's sudden unexpected public display of affection and subsequent darting into the distance after Lasair (what was that, hit-and-run love tactics?), Edelweiss could only shrug and let out a small resigned sigh. As much as Sayvahn had always been... sayvahnish as ever, the random cheek kissing was new, or at least the redhead woman had never witnessed it before (even less on her own cheek). "Maybe Solanna's behavior is contagious..." She mused aloud, partly surprised and partly curious.
"All power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men." - John Dalberg-Acton
Skye watched with delight as the big man took center stage and was introduced as some fierce and terrible being. If only they knew. His engineer was hardly a fighter, but he did have an advantage in size and stamina, plus the weapon he was holding had the reach. With interest in tried to see who had challenged the big guy, but the crowd was blocking his already impaired view. Having one eye was bad enough in a crowd.
The thought made him paranoid for a moment and he turned his head to look into his blind spot, but only Caitlin was there. He gave her a big smile before turning back to the crowd. "We should try to get closer, I'd hate to miss this," he said, letting his hand find hers for a moment before pushing through the crowd.
Most moved aside easily enough, and those that thought to challenge him saw his dual swords strapped to his belt and thought better of it. Those wielding dual blades were either extremely skilled, or extremely reckless and no one wanted to find out which he might be.
"I'm Jovena, by the way," a voice said to his immediate right, and he swung his head around just in time to make eye contact with the EIRAL soldier.
"Crap," was the only thing that came to his mind to say.
Emily was definitely on the run. From Lionel. The butler chasing her fleeing form as she bolted for the fair. She was definitely looking for trouble going out in a slightly risque manner, but hopefully she wouldn't find it. To say she was wearing a shirt would be quite wrong, as much as Lionel had exclaimed. A mere band of soft cloth was around her chest, small bangles on her arms and such. her skirt loose and easy to move in. She had been in the middle of a spar with a dummy out in her backyard when she'd remembered the festival. So much for the decency demanded of a noble. Emily was having none of it. Fixing the loosely bound skirt around her hips she giggled and marched right into the fray. Looking around excitedly as she noticed all kinds of things that would catch any treasure hunter's eye. Even then she noticed several of her fellow BOR members milling about. Passing by a redheaded woman that was hugged by a lovely young lady and then seeing Thrak in some form of fight. She narrowed her hazel eyes as she spotted Caitlin by his side. Something must be happening. Thrak was a strong man, even with Emily's lack of acquaintance with the pirate. She slunk up closer, looking around as she settled in to watch the scene unfold.
Post by Julian Darknoll on Aug 30, 2016 1:53:07 GMT
Finishing his yawn he said "Are you kidding?! Why would we go? It seems likes this is a pretty big deal here, so lets stay and try to have fun! That good with you?" Julian said as he gave Howl a slight grin. Not knowing what to do and also not wanting to spend a lot of time with this awkward boy, he thought of a brilliant idea. "Hey! What if we try to find Zona? It might be hard be hard to find her, but while we look we can stop and see stuff. Sounds like a plan?" Julian asked as he looked around at all the people around him, this will be hard. He shoved his hands into his pocket and started walking. "Lets go this way. Maybe from the top of the Ferris Wheel we could see her." Julian said pointing up, he then motioned for Howl to follow, then he turned and started walking towards the Ferris Wheel.
"We are all born to die - the difference is the intensity with which we choose to live." -Gina Lollobrigida
Amon turned to see who brushed up behind him only to be confronted by a stunning beauty.
"Hi..." he replied, cracking a smile. "...Man...I gotta get used to seeing through my bangs..." he thought, trying to figure out how on earth he missed Edel in the crowd.
After a slight moment of confusion (and a very odd tingle of jealousy...no idea where that came from) later, as Edel's friend(?) took her(?) leave, Amon turned his attention back to Edel.
"Wow...you look great! Definitely makes the eye worth it," he said with a sly smile. "Sorry I was late. Anything of interest around here?" he asked as he offered her a hand.
"I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible! And when I leave, you will finally understand why storms are named after people!" - Taryn, Nerf This
Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on Aug 30, 2016 18:27:04 GMT
"Thanks." She'd had the thought the whole day that if the average victorian fashion had more pieces like the ones from her grandmother's wardrobe then she'd not mind dressing up in actual dresses more often. Sadly, it did not follow the Lost World clothing tendencies at all - be it velvet fashion or any of the other races' styles. "New eye aside, are you even seeing anything with that much hair in front of you?" She asked with an amused half-smile while reaching out to hold his bangs aside (that's probably turning a habit). It was one thing having a little veil of hair while walking through a more or less empty area, but in a crowd that surely shouldn't be helping; just a funny thought for the moment. Though a second later her expression turned from amusement into mild concern. "...Your forehead feels kind of hot. Heatstroke?"
At the mention of being late and if there was anything of interest around, she shrugged slightly before taking his hand. They'd both been working, and working on the very festival too, so meeting a tad late couldn't really be helped. "It's alright. And this is perhaps the aisle you'd find more 'interesting' things, but I've been around here most of the day and yesterday so wouldn't be able to point much specific anymore. I just promised to meet a couple friends by the Ferris Wheel later on, but until then we should have some time to walk around just the two of us."