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Posted: Sun, 01/12/2024 06:07 (8 Months ago)

Flagram accepted the glass from Otto and examined it closely. He gave it a delicate sniff before tasting it. As soon as the wine hit his tongue, Flagram could tell that it was of far superior quality compared to the masquerade’s own refreshment. The vintage was perfectly aged and had the metallic taste indicative of the grapes having been watered with blood. Flagram was impressed by the skill of this winemaker, especially after the decadence and degeneracy he observed in many of the other guests. After draining his glass, Flagram turned back to Otto and gave him a slight bow.

“My thanks for the refreshment, I compliment your artisanship.”

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Posted: Sat, 30/11/2024 05:39 (8 Months ago)

From his seat, Flagram continued his silent judgement of the event and its guests. At another table, he noticed a well dressed vampire in a top hat giving out wine. Flagram found this quite peculiar: why should the guest be the one waiting on others? However, many other guests were partaking in the liquor and from the looks of it, these guests were not the materialistic fools drunkenly dancing. Perhaps he would deign to give this wine a taste. Thus, Flagram silently rose from his seat and noiselessly made his way to this vigneron. Once directly behind Otto, Flagram announced his presence.

“Greetings good sir, may I trouble you for a glass?”

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Posted: Fri, 29/11/2024 05:04 (8 Months ago)

Amidst the boorish decadence, something… unique… caught Flagram’s reptilian eyes. In the distance he spotted a guest dressed in relatively plain clothing. For a fleeting moment, he held the person with respect. After all, Flagram himself was born to no heirloom or inheritance. This strange guest may be a lesser heir of their house, born to nothing but obscurity. Thus, did Flagram start to feel a kinship with this guest that he had never even spoken to. However, upon closely observing this guest interacting with another, their deportment gave it away. This was no lesser heir, this was a servant, invited as guest. Flagram’s kinship became confusion, before finally becoming rage. What kind of master is so pompous as to send a mere servant to a ball in their stead? Sure, Flagram himself may not enjoy these festivities but he still attended to honor long standing tradition. One who deems themselves above such things is not fit to be lord. As the servant and the other guest vanished from sight, Flagram was utterly repulsed. But now was not the time to strike. The arrogant lot would get what was coming to them, but haste would only spell his own swift end. He would be patient, for vampires always have time on their side

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Posted: Tue, 26/11/2024 22:31 (8 Months ago)

Observing the festivities, Flagram took a drink from a passing butler. He closely examined it, even deigning to give it a delicate sniff. It appeared to have been sourced from a human in peak physical condition. He did note however that the drink had been chilled. After all, the only true way for a vampire to indulge is to drink while the sweet, crimson liquor is fresh, warm, and being pumped out of the victim by the gallon. Flagram still chose to drink, the blood coating the fangs of his serpentine helmet and tinting them a deep red. It could have been worse, the refreshment here was still leagues better than the slumlord who offered Flagram a pint of pig’s blood to sate his thirst. He had personally razed that hovel of an estate to the ground for such an insult.

Still, Flagram noted the decline of vampire society over time. Once they were terrors and hunters of men, now they are satisfied to play socialite and aristocrat and turn their bastions into opulent estates. The greed filled fools should know, lordship is warranted through strength and strength alone. As he observed the entitled firstborns of “noble” houses making fools of themselves on the ballroom floor, Flagram felt a strong sense of loathing and lamentation. These immature scions are besmirching the honor of their houses with their decadent behavior. Flagram was born to no inheritance and was entitled only to be consumed by his own flames. Yet, he was able to channel his inner flames to forge his own dynasty, one that would purge the weak, unfit to rule. One day

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PieSmellsGood OFFLINE Forum Posts: 97	Posted: Tue, 26/11/2024 21:49 (8 Months ago)
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Posted: Mon, 25/11/2024 21:11 (8 Months ago)

By the moon’s dim glow, one could see a figure on horseback approaching the castle. He appeared dressed for a funeral, both him and his skeletal steed shrouded in dark cloaks. Soon, the figure was right before the grand entrance to the castle and he cast off his traveling cloak, revealing a truly regal form. He wore a grandiose blue robe with silvery trim and many medallions. On his waist was a sword in a hilt inlaid with many precious gems, as befitting a lord of his station. Concealing his face was the skull of a great serpent, painted black and adorned with ivory horns, an homage to the fearsome wyrms rumored to have inhabited the underground realm before He laid claim to it. For this was Flagram, Lord of the Dragonspire Manor. Having dismounted his horse, Flagram took time to marvel at the moon’s chill luminescence, something he sorely missed in his underground domain. After admiring the pale light in the sky, Flagram addressed his undead companion in a long lost tongue.

“Sede, Nihignis”

The horse’s pale, flaming eyes extinguished and the beast lay immobile outside the castle. After absorbing the flame back into himself, Flagram threw open the doors and entered the grand hall of the castle, appearing to glide like the fell presence of the Grim Reaper themselves as he made his way to his seat and delicately sat down, awaiting the start of the festivities.

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Posted: Wed, 13/11/2024 05:57 (8 Months ago)

"Surrender yourself to my flame, to my coming dynasty. For all eternity"

Name:
Flagram Anguifex
Title:
The Mirage of the Void, Dragonspire Manor Proprietor
Age:
658
Gender/Sexuality:
Straight Male
Personality:
Flagram is extremely clever and speaks with a quick tongue. He makes great use of these traits and manipulates mortal men to his cause. Flagram is a well versed and experienced strategist, having weathered many assaults against his clan. However, for all of these gifts, Flagram's thoughts are almost all centered around either the rise of his new order, or of his prey. He is a hunter at heart, and as any hunter challenging the most dangerous game should, Flagram relishes the art of combat and is an exceptional swordsman. It is rumored however, that Flagram's patient, strategic, serpent-like, demeanor is a facade, that may one day crack, revealing a truly depraved soul...
Appearance :
Flagram wears a grand, pitch black robe with indigo highlights and adorned with medallions made of iron. On his waist he carries a sword in an ornately decorated hilt. On his head, he wears the skull of a large serpent, painted black and decorated with gems, covering his face. Under the mask, Flagram has the traditional pale skin of a vampire and glowing reptilian eyes, a sign of the accursed ritual of his dynasty. In addition, when displaying his full magical power, Flagram gains a pair of glowing spectral wings imbued with his signature Spirit Flame.
Magic:
Flagram always had immense control over fire, but after taking in the powers of vengeful spirits, his once crimson flames became a teal blue and wail with the screams of the deceased. This was the birth of the Spirit Flame, said to burn away one's very soul. Flagram can command this flame at will and even channel it into his sword or into a pair of spectral wings, granting him the ability to fly. Flagram also is well versed in the art of necromancy, able to resurrect the corpses of mortal men as his eternal servants, imbued with everburning Spirit Flame.
Stories:
Flagram was originally born with nothing but a curse. He was gifted with immense power over fire, but his own flesh was serving as kindling, slowly eating away at him. In addition, as he was merely the second heir to his family, he would inherit no property or power from them. Thus, he journeyed on his own in search of a powerful relic that could quell the flames within him. Flagram eventually found the treasure hoard the relic was said to be located in but before he could locate the relic, the hoard's undead protectors surrounded Flagram and attempted to lay a deadly curse on him. However, Flagram was no mere man, and thus, he was able to overpower the curse and burn away the spectral guardians with his flames. Despite being utterly crushed, the wrath of the spirits still lingered and merged with Flagram's pyromancy to create the Spirit Flame. Flagram immediately felt a freedom he had never had before as the searing pain of his flames was replaced by the chill of the Spirit Flame. Realizing his new power and freedom, Flagram constructed the seat of his new dynasty in the very cave with the treasure hoard and dubbed it the Dragonspire Manor after the ancient creatures said to reside there in ages past. Flagram soon began capturing scores of humans from the surrounding areas to serve him and his new order. The strongest would recieve the honor of being bitten by Flagram and becoming vampires themselves, with a small amount of Spirit Flame powers while the rest would be burned away utterly, and be reduced to nothing but skeletons puppeted entirely by the Spirit Flame. With his hard fought seat of power carved out, Flagram now patiently awaits the opportunity to rise to power.
Reputation:
Flagram is a figure treated with ambivalence by his contemporaries. To some he is a great sovereign, able to inspire the members of his dynasty and with strength in abundance. To others, he is merely a raving fool chasing the powers of things beyond his comprehension. However, none can deny his power and cunning, whether they see him as king or enemy.
Song:
Mohg, Lord of Blood - Elden Ring OST
Other:
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Palpad:
Yes plz

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PieSmellsGood OFFLINE Forum Posts: 97	Posted: Sun, 10/11/2024 23:18 (8 Months ago)
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Posted: Thu, 10/10/2024 02:25 (9 Months ago)

Name:
Delunia Cortisol
Gender:
Female
Age:
26
Birthday:
April 16th
Personality:
Delunia is outwardly a very calm, calculating individual. However, despite this coldness, she does internally have a strong moral code though its not what you would consider "conventional" to say the least. She is dead set on accomplishing her "great task" whatever that may be...

Description:
[]Height: 5' 5"
[]Weight: 130 lbs
[]Skin Tone: Olive
[]Hair Style: Long and tied back into a ponytail
[]Hair Colour: Black
[]Eye Colour:Gold
[]Clothes: a doctor's coat and scrubs and a pair of polished back loafers.
[]Accessories: an extremely thick pair of round glasses and a doctor's bag carrying both tools and a certain personal object.
[]Other:

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History:
Delunia is a brilliant surgeon. She had picked up her passion in medicine from a young age due to having grown up with a very sickly brother. Despite her best efforts, her brother ended up dying from his condition. This tragedy may have permanently changed her however her determination remains. She has the cure now but no patients...
Sexuality:
Straight
Voice Claim:
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PieSmellsGood OFFLINE Forum Posts: 97	Posted: Tue, 01/10/2024 23:56 (10 Months ago)
	rez plz? [Read more]

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Posted: Thu, 29/08/2024 01:39 (11 Months ago)

Ostium, Asper, and Cassius were recovered at the base, having regained all their stamina after slaughtering the ESA task forces. Almost lazily, Ostium went over to check the comms. "Hey you two wanna pick up with Monopo- Oh... Scrap that, there's more fun at the square!" With a sadistic glint in his eyes, Ostium told the other two what was going down. "Phony ambulances got merc'd, looks like ESA reinforcements are here. Let's meet up with Ms Ldeya at the Tower, the more the merrier!" Ostium's excitement was mirrored by Asper, "Alright..." she said as a smile cracked across her face like lightning "lets make them scream" Cassius got up with his usual indifference and steeled himself for battle. Once the other two were ready, Ostium created the portal and all three jumped through. Jackal, Reaper, and Hangman returned to the battlefield once more, appearing in from of Ldeya. "Why hello there bos-" Ostium started before noticing the other two people on the floor. "Oh, where are my manners?" He now addressed Jing-Yu and Eve. Asper and Cassius then fully stepped out of the portal "Allow us to give you a warm welcome!"

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Posted: Wed, 28/08/2024 04:09 (11 Months ago)

Name: Elias "The Gardener" Domitor
Age: 153
Gender: Male
Personality: (Min. 2-3 sentences)
Elias is an extremely wise individual due to his long age. However, decades of civil war on his home world have hardened his heart and made him stoic and uncaring. He is calculating due to his time as a warlord of the civil war. He has a deep love for the divine Lotus Blossom of his land that gave him his power as well as providing life to his home of the Veiled Lands.
Appearance: (Can describe or use an image)
The Veiled Gardener
The Last General
Abilities/Powers: (If Applicable)
Having obtained the Petal of Diligence from the Divine Lotus, Elias has been gifted immortality (he cant die from old age, but he can still be killed). In addition, he has supernatural eyesight. He also wields his Mossfell Blades: two emerald scythes that can contort into a singular sword if necessary.
Strengths: (What are they good at?)
Due to being a warrior general of the Veiled Lands, Elias is incredibly deadly with the blade as well as being extremely strategic, able to read most people. His blades are also magically enhances to be able to cut through most things
Weakness'/Fears:
Elias has an obsession with the Divine Lotus of his land and is solely dedicated to it, often neglecting his own needs to serve it in any way he can. He also is rather averse to trusting others
World: N/A
Character color: Verdant Green #0f600f
Anything Else? Most of Elias' lore comes from my Void of Hope RP that never really got going, just pp/pm me if you need any explanation on Elias' lore.

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Posted: Tue, 13/08/2024 12:29 (11 Months ago)

A crown first requires strength

Plot:
The Veiled Lands was once a place of great splendor and glory. Hidden from the outside world by a concealing wall of fog and stormy seas, it was only known only as a legend by sailors. However, those who braved the wrath of the oceans and the skies would be greeted by the warm glow of the lands, a glow that originated from the Great Lotus in the center of the island. The Lotus gave the Lands life and vitality. However, one day a creature known as The Blasphemous, driven by hunger and madness, approached the Lotus and began ripping its roots out one by one, hoping to sate its hunger with the radiance. However, before it could feast, the Blasphemous was set upon by the six great generals of the Veiled Lands. They drove out the Blasphemous and left its carcass to rot. However, the taint of madness began to affect even the generals, each one became enamored with the prospect of greater power and tore off petals from the uprooted Lotus and imbued the holy power into themselves. Although they received much power already, they sought more. If one was to unite all the petals of the Lotus, they would easily ascend to godhood over the Veiled Lands. And thus, the generals quickly became warlords of the great Civil War that followed. However, despite all the blood shed, no clear victor emerged, no god to fill the void the Lotus left behind. Locked in a stalemate, the warlords withdrew to their strongholds, festering in their failure The Veiled lands slowly began to wither, even the skies became more cloudy and gray. However, there was perhaps a glimmer of hope, no that was merely the glimmer of a ship's mast approaching the coast. But perhaps these sailors could breathe new life into the Lands...

Rules:

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All Ph rules apply
No godmodding/Mary Sues
Censor explicit language
Put trigger warnings over graphic content
Posts must be at least 4-5 sentences long (I might let it slide if it happens once in a while but not if its consistent)
This is a Medieval RP, just keep that in mind when you post (so no computers or stuff)
Password: Lotus

Character Creation Form:
Name:
Age:
Appearance:
Personality:
Power:
Weapon (Optional):
Background/Backstory (Optional also remember that the characters are not native to the Veiled Lands):
Which one does your character value most? (Intelligence, Love, Diligence, Fortitude, Temperance, Confidence) :
Palpad?:

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Posted: Tue, 06/08/2024 12:43 (11 Months ago)

Ostium, Asper, and Cassius landed in the meeting room, satisfied with their rampage for the moment. They saw Huixin and Xuanji on the other side of the room and went over to give the mission report.

"Hey boss," Ostium said to Huixin "we blocked up the Square real good, no more ESA jeeps coming through that road anytime soon!"

Asper then opened up a small bag she had been carrying. "We even managed to score some loot!" Inside the bag were the rings that had been cut from the fingers of the ESA agents although they were now clean and polished. Asper didn't like to use her powers this way but she had to admit that enhanced speed is rather useful for chores.

"But about their boss..." Ostium asked Huixin, "We already gutted the task force that was with her, what's stopping us from just going back to the Square with more members and finishing the job?"

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