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Spring Y3
8.29.19 - 10.13.19
by Split, 08-31-2019, 09:06 PMRE: News Archive
It's time for an update to how we handle time! Now that we are a couple days into the first season of this year, I'll explain how our flow of time will now work. We will be keeping double time, but our time will be more fluid. Essentially, from here on, you will be allowed to back date threads.

All threads from here on out will need to have a date AND time listed in the thread title. This will allow users to see exactly when a thread occurred.

Previously, if you posted a new thread, the time and date that thread was posted was the time in which that event was happening. We are altering the rules regarding timelines to allow you to backdate threads for any date in the current year. (This is Year 3.) So this year started on 8.29.19. You may date a thread from the current date backward to the first day of the year. So as today is 8/31/19, you may date a thread for any date between 8/29/19 and 8.31.19. You may not date threads forward.

So as the year progresses, you will be able to date threads for any time that has already passed in the year, but you must be careful not to break your own character's timelines. The best way to track a character's timeline is to go to their profile and click the button on it labelled "Thread Log". It shows every thread the character has ever participated in. Likewise, events that would break your timelines should also be carefully monitored. So, for example, if I posted a thread for a character dated for today in the desert, it would break the timeline if I posted a thread dated for the 29th in which they ended up dying.

Excessively breaking your own timelines or other characters' timelines is frowned upon and if done consistently, Staff may intervene. Tomorrow I will be instituting changes to leader logs and pregnancies that reflect these changes, so keep an eye out! Please DM or PM a staffer if you have any questions.
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Character OTS Katchneil
Relationship OTS Ariodeoux & Dragon
Player OTS Kaitlyn
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The Friendship Algorithm Pt 2


Perhaps she wasn't looking hard enough. Perhaps there was nothing to find...these thoughts were a constant pest in the back of her mind, poking at her brain and trying to convince her to doubt herself. To doubt her capabilities and make her will weaker.

She ignored them, of course. For ten straight days, she ignored them. Ceartas barely laid down to rest long, never waisting time on trying to hunt bigger meals. She did not have Gabriel with her, whom had preferred to stay at the Grotto and find out what he could in different ways, so her capabilities were lower and she was more vulnerable.

But she was not just some weak rogue. She could defend herself.

It's funny how her magic works. She could use it on anything, it seemed, even herself. #Triage had been used on a vole she caught (a measly snack, but it had to do for now). Puncture wounds littered its chest from where she clamped down, and there was a lot of internal bleeding. Magnificent, she thought, sending a quick prayer to the Gods for the useful trait. That, as well as #Venomous, which had been used long before the vole finally died, but showed no symptoms in the vole. For now, it was just an "all bark, no bite" kind of magic, but she knew it would get stronger.

It was the afternoon. This particular place was less hospitable than most other places she's visited...perhaps this was the perfect spot for that unknown God to make home in. She whispered absent mindedly in the air, praying for the Gods -- any God -- to come down and talk to her. She was ready to be truly devoted. She was ready for their knowledge.


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Scavenge Roll

Ceartas has rolled a 1 via site Discord, resulting in a successful scavenge. She has found Rudis's den and a note will be posted with a description of the den and its contents soon enough. Please do not post again until that time.

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No type of smell could overpower that of the primal stench that infested the isolated grounds of Rudis' seasonal home. It was the Bayou he had chosen for this Winter, for the area was notably less desirable for the cursed mortals of Omne. Wet, muddy, and once in a while, the risk of stepping on a supposed log that turned out to be a lethal reptile. None of it was bothersome to the Demigod. The Bayou's natural predators were dumb and animalistic, as they should be. Should any of these alligators stray too close, they would form the dens' garden of half-eaten corpses, savagely mangled and tossed aside. The aformentioned den these corpses decorated was slightly hidden, though obvious upon witnessing the rotting bodies that had been tossed aside like simple litter. A cluster of cattail emerged from the bayouside to wrap around where the limestone jutted from the groud, while retaining an organic shape, obviously would not be in the position it was via natural means. The limestone towered a modest fifteen feet tall, offering an entrance that took up half of this height. The outside was mundane at best--for the real display was in the depths of home.

Within the entrance, a descending tunnel would spiral down deep into the earth where sunlight was blocked out at all angles. The only thing that kept any curious souls from losing control and sliding down the path were crudely carved stairs of the same limestone. Uneven and rough, but they got the job done for someone like Rudis. Midway through the descent, the light would fade, making it difficult to confidently step, should one not be confident in placement. Within feet, though, a new source of light would offer guidance, offered by the only thing in Rudis' domain that could be considered comforting and homely: A crackling fireplace, lined with limestone, fed by the very magic of the beast himself. Mud built the buried home, constantly damp and fetid. The single room spanned an approximate radius of thirty-five feet in a rough circular shape. Bones, some bare and others still lined with flesh were just as neglected as the corpses above, scattered and broken with no visible pattern or reason. 

Not even his bed was built for softness and comfort, for it was hastily put together in the form of common reed, just enough to offer minimal cushion. It wasn't like Rudis lived on spoiled luxury. In a perfect world, no being sought luxury in the form of woven blankets and cotton-stuffed pillows. Like the reeds he slept upon, the herbs he occasionally put to use were unorganized and caked with mud, a few even having died off at this point. A roughly square hole spanning five feet was easy to miss right next to the entrance to the room. Limestone made up the base of the hole to prevent the contents from draining uselessly into the mud that surrounded. Should anyone attempt to drink the water, though, they would be in for a foul surprise given it was heavily packed with salt, unfit for hydration. Instead, it was ideal for the prolongation of the carnivore's nutrition, must it be necessary.

"The Beast."
INFORMATION: Rudis' den, on the outside, is near the bayou's path, the area littered with the rotting corpses of preyed upon alligators and other smaller creatures such as rodents and birds. Cattail wraps around the limestone entrance that rises from the ground to a height of fifteen feet, with the opening taking up half of that height (roughly seven and a half feet). Entering the structure leads anyone down a long spiral staircase, also build of limestone, and into a circular room build of packed mud that spans thirty-five feet in radius. Bones, new and old, are scattered, and a fireplace lined with limestone sits at the other end of the room. A five by five square pool of water sits near the entrance, filled with brine. A mixture of herbs lazily sit along the edges of the room, covered in mud, just like the bed of trampled reeds within the room.


What had hit her first was the absolutely revolting smell of rot and decay. Her nose scrunches up in disgust. She might as well have been close to an elephant graveyard, only instead the corpses hadn't even been eaten, left to waft under the sun's rays.

Only it wasn't some graveyard. Instead, it was a mass of half-eaten bodies of animals of all kinds. Some bodies were so mauled and destroyed that she couldn't even recognize them. What has cujsed so much carnage? It could not have been that monster from the Moors -- the Gods had killed it. Unless...could it have had children?

There, half-hidden by an area of cattail, was a naturally shaped yet out of place pack of limestone. She was wary and on edge, tail leveled, toes splayed, and ears up and on alert. She could not smell anything besides the rotting corpses that decorated the limestone den, so had to use her other senses to aid her. No mortal lived here. This was something greater.

Stealthily, the female began to enter the dark den, its entrance large and foretelling another sign that this was not normal. Her steps were slow and quiet as they could be. She nearly tripped at the first step, unaware that there was a descent, and kept her eyes mainly focused on the steps to ensure she did not fall. When her eyes began to adjust to the darkness, the she-wolf grew more sure-footed.

At the bottom was a dimly lit fire. Whoever lives here must have recently left, but they were sure to return. It dawned on her soon that the fire could be magically lit. After all, a mortal living here was pretty much out of the question. Her eyes spotted the crude bed luminated by the fire, sparking more questions in her mind. When she had gained information about the Gods' Temples, this one was the most un-extravagent of them all, leading her to connect that perhaps the deformed God -- the one with no true form that had ran on the ground rather than in the air, like the Lion God did -- was the one who lived here.

There is something different about that one. Because he was also not there when the other Gods killed that fire-breathing beast. And why would a God need to sleep?

Perhaps he was not a true God after all.

The revelation changed nothing in her mind. As far as she knew, she could be wrong. Perhaps he was busy doing something else. Perhaps he was just the unappreciated younger brother of the quadruplets. With each question she answered, five more popped up.

It was best not to stay here long. The worse kind of greeting is to find someone invading your home. She took her careful steps back up the stairs and narrowed her eyes at the sudden brightness. Of course, she was not going to let this discovery be a waste. While she would no longer be inside the den, Ceartas would wait for him -- preferably away from the foul smell. There, a handful of yards away, the she-wolf would lay, half covered in tall reeds and low hanging, scattered trees, she would wait. Eyes never leaving the den's entrance, movements barely made.

A God could easily find her in the reeds, perhaps. But her hiding was mainly to avoid attracting anyone else, both sentient and non-sentient.

After exploring Rudis' den, Ceartas exits and hides in some reeds a few yards away, waiting for the Gods.


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His tongue passed over his yellowed teeth as he returned to his den, his feet sinking into the fetid mud with each and every step. His hide was coated in it, but Rudis did not complain. The massive beast was unbothered by the odors or the moisture and enjoyed the fact that it repelled most creatures of intelligence, but apparently not enough to prevent some creature from finding his den. It was the first time in years that any other creature had invaded the home he created for himself each season and even if the stench of a mortal did not pervade the space, he could sense her as well. The Beast lumbered toward her, icy eyes focused on her as he used a massive paw to swipe the reeds and shrubs away, exposing her to the open air. Glowering down at her for a moment, he snorted irritably.

"And what brings one of the Gods' delightful pets here?" he asked, shifting his weight backward onto his awkward and mismatched haunches. He towered over the female, a musky odor radiating from his body that only seemed to thicken when he shook himself, flinging muck and bits of reeds in all directions from his snarled and damp coat. Rudis had little patience or time for interruptions, but a part of him could not help but be curious. Though he despised the curse of intelligence, the sympathy he felt for their suffering was not forgotten, though hidden beneath the angry and jaded exterior he almost always presented.

"The Beast."

I really need to stop replying so late >:I


She had been paying closely to time, mindful that he may not come at all, but hopeful all the same. Her patience ran thick within her, and it ended up being worth it in the end.

Perhaps she could smell him even before she could see or hear him. He had a thick, musky scent that, for a creature with a garden strewn about with corpses carelessly lying around, smelled neither bad nor good.

The reeds were moved by a massive paw (rather than with magic, she noted), causing her form to rise on all fours to be in at least somewhat of a level with him. But the beast was huge -- as big as the other Gods, yet his body was nothing but a mix of different body parts. Most of them, she recognized, though some remained a mystery. She found her eyes hungrily lapping at his form, blessed by the mere sight of him. A God was standing before her, mere feet away, speaking directly to her, his attention individed.

It should stay that way.

Before the she-wolf even spoke, the front half of her body would fall in a grand gesture of respect, speaking only after her bow finishes. “Ich bin--” (I am--) she stutters, knowing, or perhaps assuming, he would be able to understand her native German language, “Du bist...Du bist wunderschönen.” You are beautiful). She pauses. In all her time waiting, in all her time searching for the Gods, she had thought about what to say to the Gods, but they were all gone now. She needed the moment to recollect what it was she wanted to say.
Gabriel told her to practice her English. If it proved to be too bad, she could always revert back to German. “I have searched...vor you. To vorship you. I...” collect your thoughts. Be calm. she looked calm, if quite amazed, but surely her thoughts were not hiden from him, if her body was not. Her gaze falls, though it is out of respect and shame (here stands before me a God who knows me nothing, not even time, and I inconvenience him by taking it), far from shyness, “I came to vind I can vorship you, more. I vant to be wholly devoted. I vant to get to know you. To know the other Gods.” I am at your disposal. Yet a God doesn't need permission. A God could do things she has only dreamed, and more. It was not the prospect of power that allured her. It was their life's work, their capabilities, that made her truly believe they were worth more than to be thought of as simply benevolent, or simply uncaring, or simply uncared for. A God deserved to be loved, just as all things do, but a God deserved it more. For if not for them, there would be no land, no water, no her.

She owed them her life. And no one could make her think otherwise.



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His expression was one of shock as the words came out of her mouth. It took him a minute to translate and understand her words in the other language, but he managed it... and he was disgusted in every way. Everything he stood for was perverted by her worship. He was a god now, but not because he wanted to be... not because he was better than anyone else. Lips curling in disgust, he stepped back from her and regarded her as if she was a foreign object. Reaching for the power within, which threatened to slip from his paws with every moment, resisting the Beast's influence, he sought to teach her a lesson. He had to correct what was wrong here... he had to do something. With little experience or finesse, he thrust his magic at her with a vague desire in mind. His power twisted and writhed as acted upon her, forming a crude curse... but it was not as powerful as he wished it to be.

"The Gods are disgusting, selfish beasts and they deserve no creature's worship. We all suffer for their mistakes and their hubris, including me. Do not ever liken me to them. Learn that ignorance is bliss, and leave this place," he snarled, fur standing on end.

The Beast turned and disappeared into his den quickly, deeply shaken by what had occurred and angry that he had been unable to strip her of her intelligence... only her memories. The entrance closed up behind him, impossible for her to follow him.


"The Beast."

INFORMATION: Ceartas memories have been erased by Rudis's magic, she will recall nothing (not even this exchange) and no one from her history, but will retain her skills and abilities, but her personality may be affected (this is up to her player). Over the next 45 OC days, her memory will gradually return with her most recent memories returning to her first. At first, she will not even remember her name, but she will recall it after she sleeps. Other memories will return more slowly. The process of remembering her memories must take at least 45 days, but may take longer or become permanent if Kitty would like it to. Kitty may also select certain memories that never return, if she would like.


Had she done something wrong? Had she disrespected him? Immediately, the German woman sought to make amends. She was going to bow, maybe plead for an apology, but then he stepped back, started to look like he was in focus, and it confused her.
She didn't know what was happening, wanted to voice her worry, but it didn't matter now. All it took was a few seconds of time, and like a flicker of flame, everything that made her Ceartas Richter, everything that helped her become who she was, was gone.
There was nothing left but her skills and the color of the backs of her paws now.
The she-wolf found herself staring at her new surroundings, at first, with a mild look of confusion on her face. Why was she here? Something reeked of death and gore and it was absolutely disgusting. She thinks maybe she was on an errand, was going to meet somebody, but nothing comes to mind. All she knows is that she's someplace, somewhere, but...where was that?
Her eyes scan over the limestone structure diagonal to her, but it meant no significance to her. After assessing her surroundings, she decided there was no point in being here, surrounded by the stench of death and danger, and just...walked off.

Ceartas exits. So excited!

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