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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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[AW] Radio Varsavia



The sun rose wearily into the sky today. Ceartas had been taking great care to find a creature big enough to create a satchel or carrying sack. While making one was of no immediate importance, she figured it would come in handy at some point.

The she-wolf had been searching for nearly an hour now, trying to find suitable for one wolf to take down without big risk of injury. Eventually, she came across an Oryx. It was injured, bloodied on the muzzle and limping by its injured back right leg. It looks like some predator had tried to attack it within the past day, and either the oryx won over, or the predator had just given up. The poor thing wouldn't have a break.

She crept up to it, growing slower and hunkering down more the closer she got to it. The Oryx was alone, but she could see its herd in the distance (or were those just females it was looking to mate with?), and she knew she had to get to it before it rejoined them.

After a lot of patience and waiting, she sprung. It took the oryx only two seconds to realize it was being chased, and it bolted. Her speed was mediocre, but at least her endurance wasn't bad enough that she couldn't eventually catch up. It tried to kick at her as she tried to trip it up, and when its hoof just barely scraped her left shoulder, she let out a sharp, low whimper. But eventually, she tripped it up, and took the opportunity to grab the bottom of its neck and not let go. #venomous was used on the creature, yet she still wasn't entirely sure if her powers were strong enough to help with the hunt. Regardless, it was used anyway.

Ceartas looked at the cut on her shoulder. It wasn't deep, but ran horizontally about an inch and half long. triage helped her to figure out whether it had an immediate infection or not. Luckily, nothing, but it was best to apply a salve to prevent such an occurrence.

Ceartas looked at the dead oryx. Already, some scavengers in the form of foxes and birds were gaining curiosity. She ate a couple of bites, gutted the oryx for both of its lungs, struggled to get some sinew for her cordages, and left the scene.

Ceartas had went to the closest river while heading West and washed off the lungs and sinew. By now, the sun was pretty high in the sky, and the weather was growing humid and more hot. She perched the lungs on a rock, sunbathing them, and while she waited she headed to the RAINBOW FOREST, since the desert was severely lacking anything useful, and found some tea trees with hearty leaves, which she took bundles of and chewed up to apply onto her wound. She didn't need much, but she took more just in case, before returning back to the MESA DESERT.

With the sinew previously obtained, Ceartas tried with great patience, frustration, and a couple of breaks to get the sinew tight enough to work as a rope. When she finally finished, the lungs were still drying, so she took a nap. After all that, they were mostly finished. Before they hardened too much, Ceartas tore a tooth hole through both ends of one lung, since a long slit that lead to an empty lung had already been made, and tried with slight boredom and some waning patience to put the now taught sinew through both holes. It took a very long time to tie the loose end of the vine together, and by then she quite fancied the idea of another nap, but it was worth it: she had made a makeshift leather satchel out of deer lung, with tightened sinew rope through it long enough to put over her head. She was very proud of her work.

Ceartas let the lungs dry a little more before burying the one without rope next to the desert's west lake. To help her search in case she ever came back, and also as a slight warning to any thieves, she marked the spot with a bit of piss, and went west with no particular destination.


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Tamotsu had been feeling down about getting out of the pride. He didn't want this. He wanted to protect mother. But if this was mothers will... then he had to deal wit it. He hadn't seen his brother in awhile though. And that was upsetting to him. He wanted to make sure he was ok. But he guessed that was his choice too. He sighed as he explored a new land. This one hot. He wasn't sure how he liked it but he would look around. His eyes looking for stones. He was just moving slowly. Composition activated as he stopped. Taking in the mental knowledge of what was beneath his paws. Picking up  mainly sandstone, with hints of bones. It was an interesting power. And he actually really enjoyed it. But he never found runestones with that power. Instead just littering the ground. That was very interesting to him. Though he thought he may be able to use this power to help him find better things to build with. But it would take time to hunt for the materials. He took his paw and placed it on a rock. Changing the rock to be shaped like a sphere. Just out of fun using Masonry. Wanting to get all the practice he could out of his magic. After his momentary distraction he went back to searching for a runestone. Hoping to find some that would help him learn to build, or maybe more information about the land. Anything like that.

OC: He is near Ceartas but hasn't spotted her yet cause he is to busy looking for stones <3



Just as she is leaving, a peculiar sight enters her eyes. Ceartas remains several yards away from the lion, too close to see his leopard marks. What she can see, however, and it took her several seconds to believe, was that he had changed a rock to be shaped like a sphere...


After taking a last glance back at where she had buried her workings, she curiously headed over to the man. Her tail leveled for balance and her eyes narrowed, head dipped to protect her throat but showing no signs of aggression. She walked slowly, making no attempt to hide her arrival. She wanted him to see her. “That is an interesting ability you have.” she spoke curiously, not even attempting to hide it. Her bluish eyes studied the sphere more closely, finding the effortless craftsmanship to be stunning. Then, her eyes studied him.

“My name ist Ceartas. Yours?” better not to lie--besides, what good would lying do if he knew her scent and face?--she could already see what uses she'd have for him. But to gain anything out of another man would require kindness, or at least fair exchange.

It's weird I never got a notif for this. Maybe I didn't subscribe to the thread? @Tamotsu


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He walks... He talks... He thinks...

I Will Break My Own Heart 
To Protect Yours

A voice distracted him from his hunt for the stones that would grant him knowledge. Instead this familiar female wolf came up to him. Introducing herself and commenting on the power he had just used to form the rock. He just gave a smile to her and touched the stone again. That's not my favorite one.. this one is. he chuckled and used #State of Matter to change the rock into a sphere of glass. Feeling rather smug and proud of himself for it. After all he was very artistic. Im Tamotsu Stagner. Nice to meet you miss Ceartas. Officially that is. I saw you awhile back on the volcano. But you left before I responded." he said with a small smile. It didn't offend him. He had taken a moment to respond and she must have been busy. Though part of him shuddered thinking about what happened on the volcano top. It was pretty horrifying to see. 

He shock that off though and shrugged for a moment. What brings you out to the dessert? Most don't like it out here. Its a bit on the hot side for even me. he said in a polite tone. The ever present gentleman in him spoke. He was making small talk. But also trying to find out some information. His mother sent him out into the world to learn. He wasn't sure what he was supposed to be doing but he had to figure it out. Or he wasn't worthy of being heir. 



“Oh, yes, I velt you look vamiliar. I vas vaiting on the lioness to reply; she never did, so I left.” Upon having more time to study him, she noticed how his body shape seemed to suggest he was a feline of slim-build. Yet he had a mane; only lions wore manes, big cats meant for big fights. Was he a hybrid, or was it the uniqueness of Omne and the Gods at play? 

Seeing him turn the sand into a transparent, colorless object stunned her. Her eyes lit up a bit and her ears perked. He could turn matter into different forms of matter! Was it a magic-only thing, or could she, like how she turned a simple liver into a hardened, protective piece of leather, also accomplish such a feat? “That is amazing,” she said, taking a moment to think on what to say next, “I vas hunting vor leather. I needed the heat und the sun to craft this,” she motioned towards her maleshift leather satchel, “There are many uses vor a carcass.”


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