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That's probably a good question for Fatebreaker.

There's definitely room for more than one tavern thread, and Sorana already has the boarding house.

@Voidus and I should probably finish our conversation with Fatebreaker but once that happens we could probably skip forward as needed to the era change - what say you Voidus? At least when it comes to Lita, I’ve got a basic idea for what I’m going to change. Poor thing is going to have a massive chunk of her mind edited, that should be fun

Oh we've got some new people, how fun! Welcome, newcomers! I used to be on this subforum every waking second, my goodness, what has become of me?

Shardmask! XD

I can definitely imagine Kaladin flying around, keeping a safe distance, and persistently yelling "Go back inside!" to people sneaking out for unnecessary reasons. Must. Protect. EVERYONE.

@Voidus @Sorana @I think I am here. For reference above

You can edit your above post with tags, you don't need to make a new one! Our current mod team is Voidus, Sorana and i think i am here. The list is longer on the home forum page, but those three are the currently active mod team.

I'd think at least for initial submission sure! You may want to tag a mod for pre-approval, they can add up your point count and ask you to change or refine things before you submit, or you can submit and work it out later as you like.

My main character takes up so much space in my brain nowadays that she feels like a real person, so you can relate as little or as much to your character as you want in here. I have other characters that are more for fun or to explore an idea, but I built Lita as an entire person on purpose. So yeah, get deep, you can totally explore that here.

The idea of something reading my RP posts out loud makes my eyes twitch x] I hope they sound decent!

Yep thanks for the unsolicited upvote! We don’t have downvotes here, also, so no worries on that regard.

More's the pity

Hi there! Your idea sounds pretty cool, and it's clear you put tons of thought into your creation. This is all really awesome! You filling out the more standard character sheet for feedback would probably net even more helpful results, since we'd know what to ask you about more specifically. Making a Radiant character can get highly-powered pretty quickly, and multiple spikes can also add up fast if someone already has innate investiture. Also, if you wanted to name-drop, say, the Dark Alley in your backstory as the shadowy group doing some interesting experimentation, that's totally doable and people have done it before. If you want to leave it more nebulous, also fine! If you need any help with names or anything else, you only need to ask!

Caeli grinned. "I thought you'd never ask," she said, staring off at the mountain peaks and yearning to dance above them. "I shall call Zephyr's brothers and tell them of his fate - if they don't already know. We shall find them to be formidable allies. Boreal alone can freeze an entire region into submission, and Notus is always looking for something to wreck. It has been a long while since I've seen Eurus, but even he shall come. For this, he shall come in force." She looked at Baalhan, then the others. "Where should we begin?"

Lita felt an eyebrow quirk at the Stranger’s mention of ‘chronocompressed whiskey’; she filed that knowledge away with every intention of revisiting it at a later time. The Stranger’s grin filled with the unmistakable rueful fondness that so often accompanies tales of drunken misdeeds. Lita’s years of training to keep her face carefully blank warred with her immediate desire to know where, in fact, Voidus’ top-half had ended up. She glanced to the side where Laurelai stood, hoping that she could somehow read Lita’s thoughts and was already checking her mental catalog of the Records Department for anything that might solve this mystery. This also, of course, brought up questions of his lower half. The Stranger seemed to come back to himself before divulging anything more, coughing awkwardly. Lita almost laughed, but kept herself in check, standing still and quiet, eyes focused. He began to speak about the Worldspike, effortlessly spinning a perfect Lightweaving replica of the planet above his hand. It was mesmerizing, but Lita kept the majority of her attention on the Stranger himself, trying to glean anything from his expression and his words. The words people chose to speak were clues - even a master of deception often spooled out more than enough rope to hang himself by his tongue. The words that the Stranger used now sounded perfect, but something didn’t quite match up. There were holes in the sense of it, and Lita fought a wave of frustration at the fact that for a moment she had known what they were. For all the Stranger’s grand talk, this was an immense improvisation. He would never have known of the disappearances and disturbances if Lita hadn’t somehow caught his attention when she stepped under the stream of the Chapel. She could still recall the terrible chill of his voice when he had demanded she hand over her memories of the entire event. There was a part of her soul that knew he had almost killed her in that grotto; it would have been so easy. But he hadn’t. Something had changed his mind. Lita fought the urge to flex her the fingers of her left hand, the hand she’d laid over the back of the Stranger’s own. An insane move, and one she’d have never made if she’d been thinking at all. Surely that hadn’t been what had changed his mind; no, it was something else, it had to be. Lita looked at the model of the world and the Worldspike, taking in the Stranger’s explanations. He wanted them to collect intel on the city - well, she could do that. Intelligence work was intelligence work, for the most part. Nothing she hadn’t done before. The real secrets were in here, buried in between what was nearly true. If it had to do with the Worldspike, Voidus should have been involved, not two junior Denizens who had maybe three years’ experience between them. And yet here they were, suddenly folded into a plan so secret that even the world’s creator couldn’t know of it. She looked back to the Stranger, considering. He was ancient, and brilliant, but he was no spy. The best way to get someone to reveal a secret is to give them what they expect. Lita smiled, and it was full of all the clever hunger she knew he’d anticipate of her when presented with a new secret to hunt. If she managed to play this correctly, he’d never have to find out that he was her true quarry. This plan, the oddity of it, the fact that for a moment she’d known precisely what was going to happen. It was all that was needed to blow the latent embers back into a fire of fascination and curiosity. An image flashed before her eyes, a familiar one: the Stranger, his face lit with a fiery glow, head and shoulders surrounded by a thousand points of light. She’d seen that in the water. So, it wasn’t completely gone then. Good. If she could get some back, then she could get it all back. Maybe. “Information happens to be our specialty,” Lita said, eyes bright with eagerness and Tin. “How should we report our findings to you, Sir?” She had the Coin, of course, but Laurelai didn’t need to know about its powers of communication. Just like she doesn’t need to know about who her father is, or what you saw in the water, or what you’ve really been up to for the last six months. Lita grinned with a practiced ease she didn't feel, and tried hard not to think about her odds for living out the year. It didn’t look good, but rust and Ruin, she sure felt alive right now. @Fatebreaker @Voidus

"You said there was enough agony and blood on that field to slake even a god's thirst for it," Caeli said softly, her voice echoing in the hollow of the stone cavern, "and more besides." She had been there, for a little while. The defeat of the mighty, outdone by the few - the lesser enemy. Outflanked, and killed by the thousands. Caeli looked down at Baalhan. "This coming war you sense," she continued. "Are we Carthage? Or are we Rome." @Nathrangking

@Nathrangking

While Leila attended to Baalhan, Caeli gave the desolate field another critical glance. "We should leave this place," she said, not allowing the unease she felt to color her voice. "There is too much raw energy here; it will begin to affect us all if we stay. We have learned what we can from this site. Sangus, can you open a way for him? The further, the better, I think." She turned back to the god as he knelt, wracked with pain and anger. They had never been perfectly aligned, but they had also never been enemies. She had woven through many a battle over which Baalhan presided; she had blown over the fields of the dead in the aftermath. These mortals would, indeed, know a new kind of fear for their actions. Caeli felt herself smile a perfect, white smile. "The little chess pieces have begun to wake up and play themselves, it seems," she said, making a small and complex movement with her fingers. The broken bits of tree at the other end of the field began to stir in an unseen wind, scattering across the grass. "It is past time that we tip the board." @Dr. Dapper @Nathrangking @Sorana

The wind died down as Caeli felt her towering temper ebb into something closer to tension. Her hair settled back around her shoulders, and she let her feet touch down on the grass once more as she listed to Sangus speak. "When are they not misguided?" She said acidly. "Their lives are too short for them to conceive of anything beyond a few generations into the future. I shouldn't be surprised that they are only too eager to destroy this world in the name of their own mortal free will." Caeli turned to Sangus; she'd always preferred this older form to his childlike aspect. "No one would try to stand in your way, Sangus, but you must know that these mortals will not listen to you. If you let them, they will destroy you, as well. When has a mortal creature ever listened to the counsel of gods? They view themselves as gods in their own right, especially if they are in possession of a collective delusion such as 'liberty' or 'independence.'"

Caeli nodded to Baalhan and Leila, noting that the latter already had that book of hers open. Many gods enjoyed the idea that their histories would be chronicled; Caeli had never cared for such things. The air and the winds did not need to be documented. Still, the more of them that could understand what had happened here, the better. "Philosopher gods..." She sighed, calling a slight breeze and allowing it to raise her a few inches off the ground so that the tips of her toes brushed the long grass. Caeli cast a sidelong glance at Ullix, narrowing her eyes at his words. "I flew with the turning of this earth long before anything crawled its way out of the ocean to develop something as quaint as 'free will.' These mortals have begun knocking down their own house, and I doubt they understand how quickly their lives will fall apart if they destroy enough of the foundation. What use is the 'ideal' when reality is starting to fragment like ash in the wind?" Caeli dispersed into wind, racing down the field and circling the epicenter of perversion that lay there. She felt it in the core of her being, and moved outward again, back towards the others. "They knew his weakness," she said, returning to her physical form. "And that of Chaos, and the She-wolf. But the others..." Her voice trailed off, and the wind blew colder than before, harder. "They do not know their weaknesses yet, do they? These mortals mean to test them like beasts until they find the perfect knife for the job. That is why they have captured them." Caeli thought of Zephyr, always the gentlest of the four brothers, shackled to the wall in some cell of glass and steel. The West Wind himself, bound and caged, prodded like a mouse by creatures who were barely above animals themselves. It was an abomination, a perversion so great that she could barely wrap her mind around the thought of it. With the flick of her wrist, a gale-force stream of air tore a nearby olive tree out of the ground and flung it across the field where it shattered against an outcropping of stone a hundred meters away. She turned back to the assembled gods. "I will not suffer this," she hissed, and her voice was winter, her eyes the merciless blue-white of glacial ice. @Nathrangking @Darth Woodrack @Sorana @Dr. Dapper

"This current will remain to take you on when you're finished," Caeli agreed. "Though do try and keep her from reading anything on the way, you know how she is. I keep trying to tell her, oral history is superior in all ways when one's memory stretches back to the dawn of the planet, but does she listen? Of course not..." She sped onwards as Baalhan dropped out of the slipstream, and for a little while she simply allowed herself to feel the great turning of the earth, and the many millions of rivers in the air, coming and going. High pressure systems, storms, great walls of sand blowing over deserts, sailors becalmed in a hopeless, windless sea. Caeli was the air, and her awareness spread out on each whisper of a breeze, her senses tuned towards the scar left in the divine realm that always marked the death of a god. It was no easy thing, Caeli being, as she was, attuned far more closely with the physical than the metaphysical. But she was a god, and she was old, and enough time and practice made someone decent at nearly anything. She found the three rents in the firmament of reality, weeping like gut wounds, each in a separate place. One radiated a volatile, hungry energy that put Caeli in mind of combat and pumping blood and bright battle rage. Ares. Impetuous and impulsive, even in death. She turned her attention towards that sense and raced across the earth, coming to rest in the high stratosphere above what she knew was a remote piece of Grecian countryside. The hot, deep finality of the scar in the world thumped hard and terrible here, leaking anger and violence. Caeli shuddered once, then descended, locking the current of air to this place so any others could follow. It would remain for one hour. After that, they'd have to find their own way. She touched down and reformed, feeling the presence of others nearby. Sangus and Luna stood a little ways off, and Caeli raced to join them. "The others are coming," she said, the barest breeze stirring her hair. Everything about this place suggested a somber tone, and there was a pressure in the world here, a wrongness. Caeli crossed her arms and looked down the empty grassland towards the center of all that wrongness. "It's down there." Caeli jerked her chin at the spot. "I'm sure you can feel it too. It feels... different." @Dr. Dapper