free me from staffing hell
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Post by redox on Jan 30, 2015 3:56:17 GMT
[attr="class","basich"]EVENT [attr="class","basicp"] No one has seen the Empress of Shara since the zeppelin attack. Some doubt she is alive, others choose to believe that she is dreaming up an immaculate attack plan. Many think she's still mourning the loss of her brother. But tonight, she emerges. she speaks, she apologizes, she mourns. She doesn't want to be your emperor, she wants to be your warrior, your guardian; she wants to be your mind. And, as she says, she wants you to be her hands and feet. An empress appears in a mask and cape and tells you that she is ready for war and that you attack tonight. [attr="class","basich2"]FOR WHOM THE BELL TOLLS Your Sharan character may be high-born enough to attend to the ceremony in person. Ordinary folk will have to make do with listening to the news broadcasts from the criers or the local newspaper. Irkallans may have their own news sources. Qualifying characters may make one post in this thread with their initial reaction. You are encouraged to thread out longer exchanges in the boards. Future formal events will follow. |
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Champion
HUMAN
25 years old
IMPERIAL AGENT
played by redox
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Post by STEFAN FINLEY on Jan 30, 2015 4:12:23 GMT
 stefan is on a river boat halfway to irkalla when he hears the ruffling of feathers and stefan opens one alert eye underneath his swath of blankets.
a raven flies close to them and drops a small sprig of red lingonberries into his outstretched palm. just as scheduled. there is no break in the plan.
he crushes the berries in his palm. the warm juice runs down his hand.
it all begins.
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Champion
HUMAN
27 years old
IMPERIAL GENERAL
played by JIN
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this is a banquet inside a steel jail cell. look down on us from your guillotine.
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Post by HECTOR GRIMOIRE on Jan 30, 2015 4:34:56 GMT
 Mourning is human, but an empress is not permitted to mourn in public. In times of crisis, the Empire requires a face of resolution, one that will instill reassurance in the crowds.
Everything is under control, and if it isn't, then they will pretend.
Hector's eyes are not fixed upon the Empress, but instead, they flicker to and fro, between all the nooks and crannies that a well-placed assassin might be lurking. She is vulnerable out on the balcony.
After all, zeppelins aren't the only things that can fall from great heights.
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Monster
draugr
65 years old
socialite
played by redox
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She had a name, she had a spirit, she had a line in the play if you wanted to hear it.
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Post by SOPHIA ROSENBURG on Jan 31, 2015 19:31:51 GMT
 sophia had rushed to bring a candle when the thunder had knocked all the electricity out. she sets the candle on the table, illuminating a sharan newspaper that she had been subscribing to recently. the flame flickers. the proclamation of war does not.
"please flee the city, father." her voice is desperate, but his silhouette does not move from his chair. he's already told her his answer. he's her rock, grounding sophia to this doomed city. "i...i wish you would."
she finally has something important to lose. she has him. the realization is bitter in her mouth. being civilized means creating weaknesses for herself.
(her strength had been a void, and she doesn't know if she can say that she had been better off for it)
she has to become that void once again. sophia will never allow another to dictate her fate, not ever.
she walks behind his chair and sets her chin against the top of his head. she puts her arms around his shoulders and breathes in calmly.
"goddess preserve us all."
(goddess [ i will ] preserve us all [ both ])
ka-boom.
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Champion
HUMAN
22 years old
IMPERIAL CHAMPION
played by NETTE
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WHAT IS A GOD TO A NON BELIEVER
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Post by ELEANOR RAVENSDALE on Feb 1, 2015 3:12:26 GMT
 she did not know the emperor. she does not know the empress. but what she does know in her twenty-two years of life is combat, and battle.
(she doesn't know war, but she will.)
she doesn't wonder what her parents are doing, back in the high city. a champion, a leader of soldiers, has not time to visit home in this turbulence.
she has no love for the monsters: this is truth. she has no love for the rebels: this is also truth.
she has no love for a monarchy that keeps her on a leash in fear of beckons in the dark and calls for bloody, killing war: this... is a secret.
(there are no mind-readers in her division. she checked.)
eleanor stares at the missive in her hand, and sets it aflame. then she draws her cloak around her shoulders and moves into the night.
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Champion
human
18 years old
irkallan messenger
played by chesh
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the risk i took was calculated but man am i bad at math
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Post by EDEN FARRON on Feb 1, 2015 8:16:05 GMT
I am not ready.
That was her first thought, trembling and staring down at her shaking hands, listening to the cries of the city outside of her home. She was safe here, alone, hiding in the dark and mulling over her options.
She wasn't any help yet. Not yet. She needed more time. More time--
she didn't have it. They were coming. It was happening. It was happening, soon, if not now. She took one deep breath, two, three. Stumbling feet made their way to the case at the back of the house. It took a few moments of beating at it but it was soon opened, Eden reaching inside and pulling out the thing her mother made her promise she wouldn't dare touch outside of emergencies. (Well, mother, this was an emergency.)
It was a gun. Nothing more, nothing less. It belonged to her late father, Goddess rest his soul, and was preserved by her mother, Goddess rest hers as well.
The air was heavy, maybe suffocating, but it was quiet. The only noise was the various shouts of war drifting in through the window panes.
That, and the cock of the rifle held in the girl's hands.
Bang bang, Shara.
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Monster
Chaos demon
58 years old
played by Pinn
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What's a god to a non-believer?
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Post by ASTRID on Feb 2, 2015 3:22:32 GMT
 She hears the word on the lips of criers, their declarations causing an eerie quiet to settle on the streets of Shara. People stop shuffling vegetables back and forth, they cease their crowing and haggling. Then, like a tide, they begin to wail, their collective despair and the fires of patriotism mingling into an ugly roar.
They are tragic, they are angry, they are determined. Their emotions are too complicated for her to understand, but her lips curl back into a vicious smile. She tastes blood.
War. That is something she understands. Destruction, she laps it up. Cobblestone streets running red and choking smog flash behind her eyes. War is when men become monsters, she knows.
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