Sorana
-
Posts
6966 -
Joined
-
Last visited
-
Days Won
10
Content Type
Profiles
News
Forums
Blogs
Gallery
Events
Everything posted by Sorana
-
I loved that one! I reread it twice so far, and it's one of the rare books that never really left me alone after reading them. I'm still working my way through the Cradle Series, I'm currently listening to the third one, and so far I liked it, but they didn't stand out that much. Excited for the sixth one though, now that you named it. I added Foundation and Rage of Dragons to my to read list, for sometime after I'm done with licanius 3. My highlights this year definitely were Black prism 5, Gods of Blood and powder 2&3, The Raven's Tower and Starsight no need to add anything else to each of them, as they were already mentioned. I also discovered City of Brass by S. A. Chakraborty, and I immediatly read the second one. It's fantasy set in egypt with well written characters and an enticing worldbuilding. I enjoyed a lot that it wasn't the typical medieval fantasy setting, but something else entirely. Definitely worth a read, and the third book will come next year, so no long wait for the conclusion either. I also enjoyed both The Ember Blade and Foundryside a lot. Both were interesting, had some interesting approaches to fantasy and I liked how the characters changed over time.
-
-
I liked your Susebron, you did a great job writing him! Additionally to casting our votes, we need to decide, wether we want to bring forth a new proposal. I am not sure if we should, we've cause quite the stir in our first two weeks, maybe we should take a step back and wait another week before bringing up another one. There are some gods, that obviously "are in charge" and I would prefer if we didn't appear too threatening to them, but instead get them to work together with us. I do like the idea of the schooling system we discussed, so maybe we could just bring that one forth and hope it will work. TLDR: I'm a bit torn in that matter. Regarding the votes, I will wait for Wyrmhero's reply and then think about it.
-
"Of course you are." you remark when you step into the room, and wave Taron aside. "I wouldn't have invited you, if you weren't." You walk over to a vitrine and retrieve two glasses, lift them into the air to marvel at their spotless surface. They were perfectly clean, you know that Taron keeps a special eye on these things and yet you know that the gesture has to draw Sloane's eye and that alone is reason enough. You place them on a drawer and retrieve a bottle of red wine and fill one of them. The wine is a deep, dark red, nearly black in the light of your fire and you smile at the rich taste of it. It's a dry one, dry with a dark aftertaste you greatly enjoy. Then you withdraw a second bottle, half-filled with an amber-coloured liquid. "Do you prefer your whiskey peat-heavy or not?" You inquire while you reach for a second bottle, whose liquid is a little darker. "I have to admit my assortment of whiskey is small, I can only offer these two. Turning around to him, you hold both bottles slightly in his direction, a wordless offer to choose the one he prefers.
-
"It's been a while." Sagitta replied while she followed Price and stopped in front of the stablehand. "I'm definitely no good rider. But I've sat on a horse before and managed to ride into the right direction." She gave a small embaressed laugh and spread her hands. "I'm a beginner, I fear, so a short explanation of do's and don't's would be awesome." She smiled at him, still elated by the air and the space around her body. It was a good feeling and she found herself smiling at Price aswell, wondered if he knew how to ride, or if he was about her level.
-
I would go to Alleycity or the tavern. Maybe also post in the pm to see if someone has a little time. I've got a close to crazy character in Alleycity thread, but he could answer questions about the setting and all that, so feel free to approach him, if you're interested in some loose cd related role play. I can also move another character to the tavern, I think.
-
Sagitta pressed her eyes together when the bright light fell into her eyes. She stopped, didn't walk out, instead she waited until her eyes had gotten used to the sunlight, before she took a first step outside. The air was fresh compared to the the hallways underground and she could hear some bird flying and signing outside. It felt good to be out of the underground complex again, and she slowly walked outside, ignored the guards giving her strange looks and nervously shifitng her weight. A prisoner carrying weapons. A strange sight, she suspected, but it would change soon. A mercenary. Sagitta wondered how she had gone from soldier to something else, how she had changed that much so easily withing a couple of weeks. She took a deep breath, inhaled the fresh cold air and smiled when she felt freer again. And soon she wouldn't look like a prisoner anymore as well. She would be free, for the first time in weeks there would be no chains. If she wanted to leave, Price would let her go, he had to. Free. Her hands touched the scars and bruised skin on her arms were the rough rope the Nomads had used had ripped her skin open again and again. Free. Wordlessly she lifted a hand and wiped invisible tears away when she took another breath, when she finally relaxed for the first time in months. She was free.
-
"I doubt you can." The man shook his head. "I'm not interested in your girls, man. Either you pay, or you can leave." He lifted a piece of bread as if to shoe them away with it.
-
"kill them all?" Shana finished his sentence and sighed. "Yes, it's a bad idea." With another sigh she started to write down what they had so far. "But I fear that without, this will never end." "We can't stop those teleporting, and unless we install a lot of flight defense mechanism it might be hard to get the flyers. So maybe we should concentrate to slow down those coming on foot, so that we deal with the faster ones first." She waved at James, noticed him immediatly head over to the shelves with the books and smiled at him, before turning her attention back to Rob. James looked tired, as if he was a little unwell, and she felt worry churn around her stomach, but she only sighed. Books. Somehow had told her, that they were like imaginations from the other side, like a glimpse into a different world, but she didn't really feel that way. Most of the time she couldn't concentrate and stick with one long enough, that she was able to learn enough about the martyr or the the maiden and the mistrel knight to become really involved in the story. "But I agree. We should follow them home. We still got the one in our cellar. If we question him, and then set him free, maybe we can use him. Attack them for a change." She shook her head. "This is awful, like a cycle that never ends. I know that violence isn't the answer, but it seems to be the only was. As if this is a game and nothing else. Just a friendly match of King of the hill, with our house being our hill and their base being theirs. If we get rid of each other - " "We could install lights that react to movement. And alarms. So that we get informed when something large moves in the air around our house, or breaks through the wall."
-
I did! I loved it. Subtle, but you really got a lot more insight into his character, and why he acted how he acted. Brilliant to add these little pieces of information here and there. In general, I really liked the conclusion, although I was a bit unhappy about the whole final scenes involving the god stones. It was one of the few things that disturbed me a little in the prevrious trilogy, I think I am more a fan of worlds that function without high power artifacts. It wasn't that he dealt with in a bad way, but it's something, I personally don't really like. Contrasting my plan I started Tale of Magic, so I think I'll finish that one first before moving on to Licanius 3. It's not too thick, so it shouldn't take me too long anyway.
-
Confused Attayl looked at him. "Nerin paid for pretection." She replied and then paled. Nerin paid, so nothing should happen to the parlor. And she paid the stronger gang, so that meant she should be save. Or as save as one could possibly be." "Is it that bad?" She asked, although the real question was another one. If the Farriers lost control over the streets and weren't able to protect those that paid them, then they were facing something worse than a simply take-over. She had grown up on these streets as part of a gang. She knew how things worked about as good as he did. "They are behind me. Up on the roof." She added quietly to reply to his second question.
-
Attayl took a step back when she sensed something, a moot radiating from him that made her weary. His face was placid, but faces could lie. And she had dealt with enough angry men to know that this was dangerous. Nothing would stop him from taking his mood out on her. "I don't know. Nerin mentioned that she locked it, so I suspect that the employees aren't there yet. So no, I doubt that anybody is there at the moment." She made sure that her voice was calm and even when she tried no to provoke him.
-
Ophelia, only shook her head. "I said, I will find something." her voice was a little grudgingly, while she waited for Aoryen to do his magic. Daydreaming. There she was, lying to stop the girl from feeling she needed to take her home and she didn't even listen. Served her well. Ophelia didn't earn to be listened to. She was nothing but a small flame, about to be extinguished. "Can you pay?" The young man replied in a bored-way, looked the three of them over and then crossed his arms in front of his chest, his body indicating a clear no.
-
He has copper feruchemy (30), expert scholarship (= the metalminds, 40), intelligent (30). That puts him at 100 before the weaknesses get factored in.
-
Attayl waved at him, hopefully covered her relief that there was no need for her to join the fight and used another ladder to climb down. Her hands were numb from the cold and she looked around the place for blanket or a coat of some sorts she might be able to steal. "What's the plan?" She asked Lance and carefully walked over to him and Aben. "I know our motives don't allign perfectly, but I would very much like to be forgotten in this city, and if I remember correctly that might put us more or less in the same place."
-
-
"You're welcome." Shana smiled at him slightly forced and sat down at a table close to Nym's. It had four stools, in case Cassie or Nym wanted to join them, but she didn't want to disturb them from work, or studying, so she figured a separate table might work well.Leaning over she took a look at the book Rob had found and nodded, when she considered his ideas. Taking out some paper and a pencil she quickly drew a rough floor plan of their home. "I failed maths." She told him while drawing and only looked up when the floor plan was complete. "If we flatten the roof, we should also add a small, thick wall around it. So that the scouts and long-distance fighters have something to hide behind. And we definitely need to thicken the wall enclosing the estate, otherwise the moat is only half effective." "In general, I htink the moat might delay some, but as they can do the same, but in a twisted way, we need to take into account, that they might be able to fly over everything we set up." Hence the thicker walls of the building itself. "Maybe we could add a secret way out of the whole area. Deep in the ground, as an emergency exit."
-
Sagitta considered his idea and finally nodded. "A mercenary." It sounded fitting, and while she had no idea where it left her hierarchy wise, she worked for Price, so it probably left her somewhere close to his own rank. Whichever that was. But it would work, work very well. She could deal with something as loose as that easily. As Price didn't specify again what she was supposed to do, she saw no need to do it either. She would teach him, she would help him - as long as she wasn't endangering her country. She followed him through the complex, excited to see the stables, and even more excited to finally exchange her weapon for a real, good set. Price would probably need to train with a shorter sword first, she doubted that he was able to lift a two-handed long sword yet, but they could start their training nonetheless. It had been a while since she'd taught other, really taught at least. They had trained to together, had helped each other, but to really teach was something else entirely. Smiling she rounded a corner and grinned at him. "I would like to change before we head out. But I think we'll find the time for that."
-
"No, sir. You are the first." Taron replied politely and opened the door to the study. He quickly stepped inside and made an inviting gesture towards one of the two armchairs facing a fireplace. A small fire warmed the room, two walls dominated by huge wodden shelves and two windows. "Please have a seat. The master will be here soon." He added as some kind of explanation and walked over to a drawer. His steps were light, unobstrusive, and his movements small. Everything he did was dedicated to efficiency and to minimize any disturbance of those he served. Retrieving an elongate box he carefully placed it on the small table between the armchairs. "May I offer something to drink?" he inquired politely, a small, nondescript smile on his face while he crossed his hands behind his back and waited for a reply. ============ You hear Sloane follow Taron up the stairs, while you hurried along the second set, leading towards his private rooms on the second floor. Inwardly you cursed the house again, who needs two floors, when you could simply fit everything in one, large groundfloor. Each step seems agonizing, when you imaginze, that you can feel the cold wetness of your pants slowly soak your socks. And you carpet. You shake your shoulders, as skin was crawling by the time you open the door and it wasn't completely closed again when you start to open you pants. You discard them into a casket next to your wardrobe and rub alon your legs with a washcloth, to make sure they are clean. Better. Relaxing, you shoulders sag down a little and you choose a clean and pressed dark pair of pants and dress again. Critically you look at yourself in the mirror and finally open your braid, so that you can brush you hair and rebraid it, to make sure each strand is exactly where it's supposed to be. Your arms move with confidence at the familiar movements, while your thoughts return to Sloane. When you are quiet, you can hear muffled voices out of the study, not clear enough to understand a word, but loud enough to be reminded that you aren't alone in this place anymore. Excited by the prospect to spend an evening talking, playing with clever comments and witty phrases, all leading up to the one moment when you open that door in the cellar. If he is fun. If he proves to be a good guest. But somehow oyu suspect, that he will. With a small piece of cloth you polish your fingernails and finally clean your teeth as well. Satisfied you stand in front the mirror again, twitch your cloths a last time around, before you leave the room, your steps meassured and your face composed again.
-
Sagitta wasn't entirely sure what to make of the order to kill someone that had scammed the general, but it wasn't her place to ask questions and so she kept quiet, followed Price out of the room and retrieved her weapons. His excitement was catchy and she grinned at him as well. "Let's go and get the supplies and then see that we don't miss them leaving?" She suggested and slowly started down the hallway, until they were out of the earshot of the guards. She didn't stop walking, but her voice turned serious when she turned her head to look Price into his eyes. "What am I?" She asked and quickly clarified. "I wear a prisoner's cloths, but you let me have weapons. I, I always knew about my place and who I was allowed to cross and who not, and which orders to follow and which not." She looked away from his face, to the ground. "You tell me, I'm free but I don't look the way and apart from you, nobody treats me that way either. So what am I? What is my role, what do I have to expect, what do you expect me to do?" She had asked the question before, in a slightly different variant, back when they had bargained. They had talked about testing, back before they had met the gods, back when he hadn't trusted her with weapons, when she hadn't offered to teach him yet. Their relationship had changed, the whole situation had been turned upside down and while she suspected, that staying quiet and just rolling with it might be better, she wasn't really comfortable with it. All her life she had known exactly what her place was - this vague thing she had ended up with, made her uncomfortable.
-
Hello and welcome to the shard! Who is your favorite character?
-
Shana walked through the hallways, a smile on her face again, waving and greeting those she knew. Now and then she stopped, exchanged some banter with the rest of her team, assured them she would be there for training, and that no- her math problem wouldn't have a negative impact on them. At least she hoped that it would be that way. Another more smiles and waves, only playful bump into her shoulder, that left her irritated and checking for an attack, before she nervously covered her mistake by a loud laugh and finally reached the library. Cassie was working there as always and she waved at her. Nym was already there as well, reading close by and Rob. Shana waved a greeting at Nym, but walked to Rob. "Where do we want to start?" She asked, her voice low. "Fortification, or security?" @Ookla the Maybe-Existent @Ookla the very snazzy @AonEne
-
No changes. That meant, she had a sword again, and a set of armour. Excitedly she felt a smile tug on her lips, and only perked up when he spoke about another errand. After he'd signed their list. Sagitta shifted her weight again, but stayed silent, made sure he knew that he had her attention from the way she held her body. Price would follow his orders no matter what, so there was no reason for her to say something as well. She simply had to make sure they would find a good way to stir all their ideas and aims thoroughly that in the end, they all had something to take away from this journey. A part of her wondered if her actions counted as deserting. She had been captured, but they probably expected her to return as soon as possible, to go back to fighting and killing. She knew promotion had been about to happen soon, she had only managed to avoid it so far by sheer luck. If you wanted to call it luck. She didn't care for the money, or the title, she never had wanted to leave the front lines. As long as she fought, she was strong and free. She would do her duty. Leading others to their death left a bad taste in her mouth. No. She prefered to support their officers and to remain in her place.
-
"I could cut his hair?" Ophelia offered. "I am good, I even have some treatments that make your hair shine in the sunlight." She looked at the young man. "His hair is good, strong and do you see these little curls? But he doesn't take of it enough, it's not as shiny as it should be. With a little oil and a good cut, it would look a look better." She searched through her bag. "Raw eggs are great for longer hair, with his short length some high quality oil is enough it keep it strong and healthy."
-
At Price look Sagitta tore her eyes away from the weapons and wondered what he wanted her to do. This was his army, no her own. The general had assumed her a prisoner and she filed the information that their generals weren't surprised to meet with a prisoner without any aditional guards away. You never knew when it might be useful. Grateful she look to Price when he stated, that she was no prisoner, still unsure what she really was. It was strange to be in this void, to trundle around without a clear position. She wasn't sure who to report to, or what her right were. Most thought her a prisoner - of course they did, because she still wore a prisoner's set of cloths. She bit her teeth together and then turned her thoughts to the matter at hand. Sagitta shifted her weight from one leg to the other. "I based the list on my experiences with our army." She replied matter-of-factly. "You can of course reduce it, to what you usually assign to soldiers that leave the front lines for longer scouting missions."
