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[center][b][u]Misc. Thread[/u][/b][/center] [center][img]https://orig11.deviantart.net/e129/f/2014/046/9/e/9e47bbc8d1dd5c0839f0c67dcae9818d-d76malr.png[/img][/center] This is the Misc. thread! It's for priests out and about, nomads, traveling characters, and other weird places! [center][img]https://orig02.deviantart.net/75c9/f/2016/082/d/9/grassy_divider_by_fiuffer-d9w5umr.png[/img][/center] [center][b][u]Rules:[/u][/b][/center] 1.) You can only rp as a dragon. - The beast clans will play a part in this rp so you may get a chance a little later to play as a familiar type creature, but no humans and not as your main character. 2.) Follow all forum rules. - No godmodding, Mary/gary sues, etc. If you're unsure of these rules then please take a peek at them, I don't want to boot someone for dumb mistakes. 3.) You have 3 strikes before you're out. - Essentially you can "mess up" 3 times before you're banned from the rp. Examples could be controlling another person's character, being unwilling to work with others, explicit writing, etc. Just use common sense and you should be fine! If you're unsure if something is okay or not, then ask! No one will ever shame you for not knowing something! ;P 4.) You must play 2 dragons, male and female. - This is to both add diversity in whom our characters can interact with and helps keep our male to female ratio even! No one enjoys a game where everyone is a female or only male! 5.) You can be multiple factions and have more than two dragons. -You are welcome to have as many characters as you want, there is no limit! A character can also be multi-factioned (Ex: A spy, someone who is a noble but is also a part of the rebellion, etc) you just have to have it okayed by myself or a mod first! 6.) You MUST post at LEAST two sentences per post. -No "Jane wept" or "John said 'Hi'". The bare minimum would be something like this- Jill took a deep breath and looked up, meeting the glaring eyes of Jake, it was now or never. "I- I don't know how to explain, it all happened so fast!" * Rules are open to change at all times. - These rules can be added removed or change at ANY time without ANY reason, if you have a problem with them, talk about it! issues can't be resolved if you bottle up your feelings! * Have fun! - Enjoy yourself! Go wild and use your imagination! this story is yours to create! [center][img]https://orig02.deviantart.net/75c9/f/2016/082/d/9/grassy_divider_by_fiuffer-d9w5umr.png[/img][/center]
Misc. Thread
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This is the Misc. thread! It's for priests out and about, nomads, traveling characters, and other weird places!
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Rules:
1.) You can only rp as a dragon.
- The beast clans will play a part in this rp so you may get a chance a little later to play as a familiar type creature, but no humans and not as your main character.

2.) Follow all forum rules.
- No godmodding, Mary/gary sues, etc. If you're unsure of these rules then please take a peek at them, I don't want to boot someone for dumb mistakes.

3.) You have 3 strikes before you're out.
- Essentially you can "mess up" 3 times before you're banned from the rp. Examples could be controlling another person's character, being unwilling to work with others, explicit writing, etc. Just use common sense and you should be fine! If you're unsure if something is okay or not, then ask! No one will ever shame you for not knowing something! ;P

4.) You must play 2 dragons, male and female.
- This is to both add diversity in whom our characters can interact with and helps keep our male to female ratio even! No one enjoys a game where everyone is a female or only male!

5.) You can be multiple factions and have more than two dragons.
-You are welcome to have as many characters as you want, there is no limit! A character can also be multi-factioned (Ex: A spy, someone who is a noble but is also a part of the rebellion, etc) you just have to have it okayed by myself or a mod first!

6.) You MUST post at LEAST two sentences per post.
-No "Jane wept" or "John said 'Hi'". The bare minimum would be something like this-

Jill took a deep breath and looked up, meeting the glaring eyes of Jake, it was now or never. "I- I don't know how to explain, it all happened so fast!"

* Rules are open to change at all times.
- These rules can be added removed or change at ANY time without ANY reason, if you have a problem with them, talk about it! issues can't be resolved if you bottle up your feelings!

* Have fun!
- Enjoy yourself! Go wild and use your imagination! this story is yours to create!
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[center][b][u]TO EVERYONE[/u][/b][/center] [center][img]https://orig11.deviantart.net/e129/f/2014/046/9/e/9e47bbc8d1dd5c0839f0c67dcae9818d-d76malr.png[/img][/center] OOC Thread > [url]http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/rp/2231638#post_2231638[/url] Rebellion Thread > [url]http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/rp/2243085#post_2243085[/url] Central Thread > [url]http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/rp/2243065#post_2243065[/url] [center][img]https://orig02.deviantart.net/75c9/f/2016/082/d/9/grassy_divider_by_fiuffer-d9w5umr.png[/img][/center]
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OOC Thread > http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/rp/2231638#post_2231638

Rebellion Thread > http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/rp/2243085#post_2243085

Central Thread > http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/rp/2243065#post_2243065
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In a small shrine a different kind of gathering was being held, not for the king, not for the rebellion, but for the future. Priests were gathered to speak of the whispers and warnings the gods and goddesses were giving them. Of the trouble brewing. Of the uncertainty of the future...
In a small shrine a different kind of gathering was being held, not for the king, not for the rebellion, but for the future. Priests were gathered to speak of the whispers and warnings the gods and goddesses were giving them. Of the trouble brewing. Of the uncertainty of the future...
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Seylum sat with her back to the evening's breeze. She knew all over the land celebrations were being held for the king, for his birthday. But she also knew that hard times were coming. She looked at the priests around her, and prayed they'd all make it through alive...

She'd soon call the meeting to order, to talk of what she'd Seen. But for know she let the followers of the gods talk and laugh, and hoped that those smiles would last through the coming storm...
Seylum sat with her back to the evening's breeze. She knew all over the land celebrations were being held for the king, for his birthday. But she also knew that hard times were coming. She looked at the priests around her, and prayed they'd all make it through alive...

She'd soon call the meeting to order, to talk of what she'd Seen. But for know she let the followers of the gods talk and laugh, and hoped that those smiles would last through the coming storm...
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Aralyn laid upon the cool ground, not unlike a dragon in slumber. The only assurance of her being awake was the constant flicking back and forth of her ears as she listened contentedly to the dragons around her. She loved the way people talked to each other: it was one of the few ways she could truly know someone without knowing of the appearance they supposedly had. What was more fun is the times when no one thought her to be listening, and talked casually or secretively in her presence. While she was not one to divulge secrets, she found it illuminating to know the truth of dragons and who they really were. It made her feel included.

Aralyn yawned. She listened in anticipation for the voice she knew would quiet all the others.




Evermorn was unintentionally but ultimately not unusually late to this gathering. Or rather, he was around but simply not... in the gathering. He had layed himself out on a rock staring at the evening sky as it transitioned from the blue of day to the reds of evening and into the dark stars of night. He saw a cloud go by and pondered about how lucky it was that it could exist fully within the will of the blowing breeze above. he could hear those gathered, but did not pay notice to them.

Hopefully he'd come back when things got started.
Aralyn laid upon the cool ground, not unlike a dragon in slumber. The only assurance of her being awake was the constant flicking back and forth of her ears as she listened contentedly to the dragons around her. She loved the way people talked to each other: it was one of the few ways she could truly know someone without knowing of the appearance they supposedly had. What was more fun is the times when no one thought her to be listening, and talked casually or secretively in her presence. While she was not one to divulge secrets, she found it illuminating to know the truth of dragons and who they really were. It made her feel included.

Aralyn yawned. She listened in anticipation for the voice she knew would quiet all the others.




Evermorn was unintentionally but ultimately not unusually late to this gathering. Or rather, he was around but simply not... in the gathering. He had layed himself out on a rock staring at the evening sky as it transitioned from the blue of day to the reds of evening and into the dark stars of night. He saw a cloud go by and pondered about how lucky it was that it could exist fully within the will of the blowing breeze above. he could hear those gathered, but did not pay notice to them.

Hopefully he'd come back when things got started.
Mobius keeps to the far side of the gathered, clutching his pearl close to his chest. Omens in his dreams reflected the visions that kept haunting him in his waking hours. He'd see a dragon before him, only to be replaced by a horrible sight of the same dragon either dead, wounded, or fighting for their life. He almost didn't come to the gathering, for fear of what he might see among the faithful - the one group who understood him at least as a fellow of the Order.

Even so, he kept as far away from personal contact as possible, even going so far as to tuck his bright wings up under his cloak, and sit near some wall hangings close to the same color as his clothing.

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Ophelia preened and dusted off her clothing before she made her entrance. It irked her that she was missing the festivities in the Courts, but duty called. Even so, she made sure she was among the last to walk into the gathering area.


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Birchwood sat in meditation. Summer, through strong, was now waning. Many might call this the "height" of summer, or "the last hurrah", but she sensed the turning of the seasons. Her temper had been joyous and a bit boisterous over the last few months, but now there was an obvious shift. She was growing calmer and less apt to react to things.

She cracked one eye half-open and stared off at Seylum. When their eyes met in Seylum's brief glance around the room at the other priests, she dipped her head in polite acknowledgement and shut her eye once more.
Mobius keeps to the far side of the gathered, clutching his pearl close to his chest. Omens in his dreams reflected the visions that kept haunting him in his waking hours. He'd see a dragon before him, only to be replaced by a horrible sight of the same dragon either dead, wounded, or fighting for their life. He almost didn't come to the gathering, for fear of what he might see among the faithful - the one group who understood him at least as a fellow of the Order.

Even so, he kept as far away from personal contact as possible, even going so far as to tuck his bright wings up under his cloak, and sit near some wall hangings close to the same color as his clothing.

~~

Ophelia preened and dusted off her clothing before she made her entrance. It irked her that she was missing the festivities in the Courts, but duty called. Even so, she made sure she was among the last to walk into the gathering area.


~~

Birchwood sat in meditation. Summer, through strong, was now waning. Many might call this the "height" of summer, or "the last hurrah", but she sensed the turning of the seasons. Her temper had been joyous and a bit boisterous over the last few months, but now there was an obvious shift. She was growing calmer and less apt to react to things.

She cracked one eye half-open and stared off at Seylum. When their eyes met in Seylum's brief glance around the room at the other priests, she dipped her head in polite acknowledgement and shut her eye once more.
The purple pearlcatcher wandered outside of the shrine, as she is sure that she isn't a priest herself. Zoirael was just a mere follower, who at the moment had nothing to do. Though she isn't inside of the shrine, she hadn't wandered too far from the Order of Flights' domain. With a sigh, she simply sat down at a random spot, staring off while waiting for something to happen.
Walden gazed upon the outside of the borders expectantly, waiting for something to emerge. Nothing stirred yet, but the wind swaying the trees and plants lightly. A tundra had passed through earlier and he was just a merchant that surprisingly managed to survive out there. And now the merchant was gone and he was waiting near the gates again.
Emont hummed to himself as he wandered through the gates. He was only here to stay for some time before moving onto the other kingdoms or village, and maybe return to his home for a little bit afterwards? The tundra peered around to look for an inn.
The purple pearlcatcher wandered outside of the shrine, as she is sure that she isn't a priest herself. Zoirael was just a mere follower, who at the moment had nothing to do. Though she isn't inside of the shrine, she hadn't wandered too far from the Order of Flights' domain. With a sigh, she simply sat down at a random spot, staring off while waiting for something to happen.
Walden gazed upon the outside of the borders expectantly, waiting for something to emerge. Nothing stirred yet, but the wind swaying the trees and plants lightly. A tundra had passed through earlier and he was just a merchant that surprisingly managed to survive out there. And now the merchant was gone and he was waiting near the gates again.
Emont hummed to himself as he wandered through the gates. He was only here to stay for some time before moving onto the other kingdoms or village, and maybe return to his home for a little bit afterwards? The tundra peered around to look for an inn.
@Drakenhart ((Let's get some interaction going!))

Aralyn smelled something that upset her. Was it fear? Here? Curiosity tugged at her slow bones as she staggered to her feet slowly, like she hadn't stood in ages. Finding her way to the outer wall to keep her from wandering off she paced the perimeter and stopped when she got close. The smell of someone afraid, nervous.

When one had nothing else to go on smell could reveal such things.

She came and sat contentedly a few feet away from Mobius. His hiding and color-matching having no effect on the blind lady. Not knowing to whom she spoke, she lay down and addressed them.

"I sense you are not well in your head this evening, is something bothering you, child? Something you can talk to old Aralyn about?"

She wasn't looking at him, she looked to be staring off into the great nothingness as if body language was unnecessary for communication. Her countenance was that of weariness and comfort.
@Drakenhart ((Let's get some interaction going!))

Aralyn smelled something that upset her. Was it fear? Here? Curiosity tugged at her slow bones as she staggered to her feet slowly, like she hadn't stood in ages. Finding her way to the outer wall to keep her from wandering off she paced the perimeter and stopped when she got close. The smell of someone afraid, nervous.

When one had nothing else to go on smell could reveal such things.

She came and sat contentedly a few feet away from Mobius. His hiding and color-matching having no effect on the blind lady. Not knowing to whom she spoke, she lay down and addressed them.

"I sense you are not well in your head this evening, is something bothering you, child? Something you can talk to old Aralyn about?"

She wasn't looking at him, she looked to be staring off into the great nothingness as if body language was unnecessary for communication. Her countenance was that of weariness and comfort.
(( SOrry for the lag in reply)) @Buntecha

Mobius flinched and turned his face away so he wouldn't see the duel overlay of the now and the future. He tucked his pearl into his side bag and shivered. "I'm sorry to bring such.... emotions into the sanctuary. My dreams have bled into the day...."
(( SOrry for the lag in reply)) @Buntecha

Mobius flinched and turned his face away so he wouldn't see the duel overlay of the now and the future. He tucked his pearl into his side bag and shivered. "I'm sorry to bring such.... emotions into the sanctuary. My dreams have bled into the day...."
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