What as once a place of devout religion and sombre quiet has evolved slightly over the last two decades. The library has become a combination of books and technology mimicking the human world in the series of massive server towers supplying the current cellphones, the temple sanctuary serves more as a space to create portals to the Human World instead of just a closed space, and the lava from the forge no longer burns at ten million degrees, instead just a soothing slow orange that seems to calm the soul to look at.
There was apparently an incident where a flightless Famine horsemen fell into the lava, but he just floated harmlessly into the next series of floors right out the aqueduct. These days, someone has helpfully stuck flyers all over the bridges saying DO NOT CLIMB.
Of course, the sanctuary is still considered a place of Distortion. It is an unusual ability held by priestesses, the ability to see beyond just a current reality, mastered by the head priestess, Circe. Some outside of Death say it is madness, and others claim it to be a partial truth: after all Distortion also creates the existing portals in the sanctuary and helps siphon the unusual crystal outside into useable Fear. Following her like a shadow is her guardian, stoic and quiet, though some say he has quite the temper if disturbed.
OOC: DEATH COMMON FLOOR
[ DEATH COMMON FLOOR ] LOCATED ON 91ST FLOOR (layout as depicted on map above)
[ Features (you can rp in) ]
⦊⦊⦊⦊⦊⦊⦊⦊ Training Course : A double combination of unusually active volcano surrounded by freezing water. It's hot and cold climate discourages most from using it, though some horsemen use it as a feat of loyalty, or maybe just madness.
⦊⦊⦊⦊⦊⦊⦊⦊ Archive Room : An extensive library featuring the world's most dull collection of history that nobody really cares about. A small subsection of the room is dedicated to the cellphone server towers.
⦊⦊⦊⦊⦊⦊⦊⦊ The Forge/ Offices : Death horsemen pride themselves in their ability to make ornate, intricate designs, including jewelry. The forge series as a series of offices and workshops. The lava is mostly decoration: any heating problems can be solved with a basic air conditioner.
⦊⦊⦊⦊⦊⦊⦊⦊ Temple Sanctuary : Once the quiet space for Priestesses, it has long evolved into a pseudo research place of sorts. Less the actual scientific research or the educational types of Conquest, but more the research of potential. Fear potential, Insanity potential, Distortion potential, even artifacts can be measured and placed into a specific containment space, perhaps to be used, or harnessed later. While bizarre, as most things as just contained within mirrors, it has worked out relatively well for the continued use of the large crystal outside. Some of the mirrors however, are portals: one should always tread the place carefully.
[ REMINDER ] When rping here, don't forget to pick the one of the above locations and put [ LOCATION NAME ] at the top of your post!
exclaim Just a note you do NOT have to be of that clan to RP here! exclaim
Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2017 12:16 pm
[ The Forge ]
Hearing some victims had completed forgotten who they were, Cae feel lucky for that. At least he knew he came from the Death Clan and was a jewelcrafter previously. Currently he was most interested in the giant red crystal he could see easily. Thinking if he reached higher, he could probably see a better picture, he pressed the elevator button to 91.
The door opened to a rather strange scene, on the left was a spacious area holding server towers, millions of signal lights blinked on and off. In a big contrast, there was a volcano to his right. Occasionally, he could feel the hot air blowing from the volcano while sometimes a chilly air delivered as he walked passed the corridor. His destination was clear since the beginning, it felt rusty not touching gemstones and his tools.
The Death horseman went into one of the many workshops and found tranquility slowly immersed into his soul. He picked out the untouched ore from his pocket which was obviously some unfinished work he left behind. As a jewelcrafter, they not only required good skills but also a pair of sharp eyes. It was all a gamble and confidence towards their abilities. Among all the plain-looking rocks, which one hides the precious?
When he was about to cut the ore for the possible raw gems inside, he spotted a vistor and put his things down for a moment. "Oh hello, may I help you?" He wasn't sure if he knew the person but he was always more gentle to ladies.
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Character's name:Cae Clan: Death (Y1 Horseman) Arcana: Temperance Brief Description: 6'4'' beanstalk, the handsome man always wears a gentle smirk on his face. Pale skinned and wiry, Cae only covered his upper body with high-quality pelt and prefers black to other colors. [ IMAGE ]
BingHua had been told by the scholars that perhaps the Archive Room on Death's common floor might have what she was looking for, though she was not optimistic when not even they could give a vaguely insightful answer.
The horsewoman grimaced as she stepped out of the elevator, taking in the somber looking atmosphere that was so very grey. The running lava had her shying away instinctively, though it would soon occur to her that it didn't actually feel all that hot in here.
As she had expected, her brief visit to the archive room yielded no meaningful results, mostly just journals of craftmanship details and several undecipherable texts that she supposed might be linked to Death's rituals. Which apparently were not responsible for this fiasco, despite her earlier suspicions.
Though the one thing she did admire about the clan was its dedication to its craftsmanship and jewelery design, rivaling even the best of some of Conquest's own artisans. Has that changed, she wondered, venturing to the forges out of curiosity. Her clan's artists have taken on a rather...interesting direction with their art as of late, and perhaps Death had too.
“Oh, not at all, I didn't mean to bother. Please, do carry on,” she apologized, slightly startled to be greeted by the Death horseman whom she had taken care not to disturb. Still, she couldn't quite hide the look of curiosity on her face as her eyes drifted towards his workstation and the unrefined ore that was being worked on.
xMeegane
OOC
Character's name: BingHua Character's clan: Conquest (noble) Character's journal link: Link to journals here Character's arcana The Magician BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER A tall, elegant lady who looks thoroughly uninterested in any petty business
Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2017 1:25 pm
[ The Forge ]
Cae didn't turn his head back to the workstation, instead he got interested in the visitor. "Are you possibly losing some of your memories like I do?" He pried with a relaxed smile. The famine sages were too busy to give anything useful so he needed someone to ask and collect more information on the whole matter. Though he wasn't as eager to know the answer as some of the victims.
No matter what happened, their lifestyle won't change. It bothered him a bit when he was asked to put on human-esque clothes. He liked black out of other choices, but they gave him a green and black striped sweater they called toxic coloration and a pair of brown pants which had no places to hold his tools. He felt quite uncomfortable in those clothes, they said 'adapt to the human world', was it really necessary to twist so much?
Cae randomly grabbed a tool and swirled it as he contemplated about to what context, the hunters were fearful.
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Character's name:Cae Clan: Death (Y1 Horseman) Arcana: Temperance Brief Description: 6'4'' beanstalk, the handsome man always wears a gentle smirk on his face. Pale skinned and wiry, Cae only covered his upper body with high-quality pelt and prefers black to other colors. [ IMAGE ]
With Elaia's approval, the two Death horsemen left the Rehab Center. Terr was more than happy to return to his workshop and resume where he'd left off. The jaunt back to the forge gave him enough time to reflect on his situation and he was more than a little concerned. Why didn't he remember yesterday? What could have made him incapable of properly recollecting events that had happened to recently? He wanted to get a better idea but he didn't know whom he could ask.
There weren't very many horsemen he could consider knowledgeable and trustworthy. He could consult with others but his instincts were telling him there was something deeper going on. Or, and this was very much more likely, he was just having one more of those times when his lack of sleep was affecting his mind. This wouldn't be the first time he'd spent one too many days working non-stop. It could just be a repeat of that.
But it didn't make sense that other clansmen were also suffering from amnesia. He mulled over this as he walked, limbs moving by rote that would eventually lead him to his workshop. He passed by another jeweler and a horseman from conquest. In the back of his mind, he wondered what they could be talking about. Probably the memory issue, it seemed like the most logical of assumptions. But it was also possible that they were talking about craftsmanship, or information was being shared between them.
His mind continued to work over these questions, but his body brought him near the ore repository.
"Oh, pardon me," he apologized upon realizing he all but walked right into the two.
Terr Death Horseman; Jeweler The Hermit Arcana (Group C) - 6"0 tall - Workaholic - Stoic on the outside, geek on the inside - Tendency to forget to eat/sleep/bathe when working
Meegane
Zyphiris
Posted: Sun Jun 04, 2017 5:29 am
[ The Forges ]
“Aren't we all?” she returned his question with a wry smile, “Though it seems you have not forgotten your traditions...” BingHua fiddled with her earring, wondering which clan's craftsmanship it was. But like many things, even that had been forgotten too.
“Oh, excuse me.” Their mild conversation had been suddenly interrupted with the arrival of yet another death clansman, and now BingHua started to wonder if she was intruding on their work.
“If you two gentlemen are busy, I suppose I should take my leave...but-” She turned around to look at the giant red crystal that loomed outside. “Would the fine craftsmen of your clan know anything about the crystal?” It was a shot in the dark, and she wasn't even sure if the crystal was of the same material with that they usually worked with.
Meegane
Huni Pi
OOC
Character's name: BingHua Character's clan: Conquest Heir (noble) Character's journal link:Journal Character's arcana The Magician BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER A tall, elegant lady who looks thoroughly uninterested in any petty business
As soon as the elevator doors opened, the only familiar scent she had missed hit her like a brick wall. The Forges. The smell of fire licking the air and the searing heat. Even with the heat, Damaris never found herself relinquishing her furry head from atop her head. She seemed to be the moth that was draw to the flames with their glowing warmth and promise in aiding their forging.
The horsemen mulled her way out into the hall and followed the path she, assumed, she would know. So many spotty memories. Some that ratcheted with one another while others floundered in her own mind. And that disturbed the Priestess more than it should have.
The glittering rings that adorned her angler hands were a helpful reminder of herself from time-to-time now as she knew enough of these being from her own clan. Just as the table back where she had awoken had been. Smooth edges and ornate gems of blues and greens. Her own having been that of rubies and garnets. Nothing too flashy but enough for her 'rank'.
Upon entering The Forges, it would have seemed she was not alone. Several horsemen, two Death and a Conquest, seemed to be crowding around and speaking. Perhaps they would know of this strange phenomenon they all seemed to be experiencing.
...Or perhaps they would think of her a nuisance? Her fingers idly twisted the rings on her fingers before opting to walking past them, silent and trying her best to hide underneath her fur-hooded cloak.
Huni Pi
Meegane
Zyphiris
Character's name: Damaris Character's clan: Death - [Priestess] Character's journal link: [ X ] Character's Arcana: Strength (Group B) BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Avatar 5'8". Preferring to stay underneath her furry friend, Damaris is pale with a pair of striking silver eyes peering through.
Posted: Sun Jun 04, 2017 8:36 am
[The Forge]
He didn't know anything that would have been any use. He wished he did. "Unfortunately, I have no recollection of how or why the crystal changed its hue. Have you been feeling anything unusual, memory loss aside, as a result of its change?"
From the corner of his eye he spotted a Priestess. And while hierarchy and ranking had eased, tradition still held a strong sway with him. While he wouldn't ever be the sort of Horseman who would call attention to himself in the presence of stranger, he angled himself to allow an opening for her should she choose to join them.
Terr Death Horseman; Jeweler The Hermit Arcana (Group C) - 6"0 tall - Workaholic - Stoic on the outside, geek on the inside - Tendency to forget to eat/sleep/bathe when working
A lonely silver eye peeked out beneath the mess of snowy fur at the notice of a spot slowly opening for her from a fellow Horseman. She stopped in her tracks to contemplate on joining...
Her attention flickered from the spot to the other that had moved aside. She finally conceded and made her way to stand within the circle. Information was something that she did require in wanting to figure out where a majority of her memories had gone.
Damaris tilted her head to the side a bit, enough to catch the eye of her fellow Horeseman, and nodded with the barest hint of a smile. She adjusted her fur helm before addressing the group.
"The hue of the crystal is... Unsettling, at best."
Character's name: Damaris Character's clan: Death - [Priestess] Character's journal link: [ X ] Character's Arcana: Strength (Group B) BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Avatar 5'8". Preferring to stay underneath her furry friend, Damaris is pale with a pair of striking silver eyes peering through.
Huni Pi
Zyphiris
Meegane
Posted: Sun Jun 04, 2017 9:20 am
[ The Forge ]
The tall horseman arched an eyebrow at the Conquest lady, shortly they were joined by a third person. What Cae was going to reply her became a mystery. He shrugged at the lady, "Not busy at all." It seemed he had to postphone his plan to open the ore. "The crystal was supposed to be facilitating fear around The Dusk as told. A famine sage said it was green instead of red -" He paused to give another Death fellow a glance. "It seemed to possess great power within."
"You can guess that some among us remembered more while some less and the amnesia was of large-scale. Like the famine sage I met at the rehab center, they seemed to be hiding something." A grin appeared on his face as he picked up the ore belonged to him and casually leaned against the workstation. "As of why they hid it and what actually happened yesterday -" he drawled before giving the two of them each an eye contact. "I have no idea sadly." Cae opened his arms, feigned a helpless smile.
The Forge seemed to attract more people into it, as if it held some magical abilities. The fourth person was a priestess, who role always possessed a respect in his clan. As she walked close to them, he stood up and greeted her with an official bow only to recall he wasn't a guardian or soldier anymore. He then resumed the discussion like nothing happened.
"Anyway, I believe you're all here to collect information. It would be more convenient if we could set up a network sort of relationship. Let me introduce myself, I'm Cae from Death, a - jewelcrafter." He did hesistate and didn't tell the rest he was a soldier before and quickly passed the ball.
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Character's name:Cae Clan: Death (Y1 Horseman) Arcana: Temperance Brief Description: 6'4'' beanstalk, the handsome man always wears a gentle smirk on his face. Pale skinned and wiry, Cae only covered his upper body with high-quality pelt and prefers black to other colors. [ IMAGE ]
Most Priestess would have been used to the strict formality. Their rank often required as such from the rest of the Horseman of her clan. But it never failed to cause a pause in Damaris when seeing it. It also wasn't something she was... Comfortable with sometimes. She was just doing her job as was everyone else.
The Priestess had witnessed her fair-share of others with her rank with their noses so far in the clouds, she wondered if they truly understood what working with a 'team' was about. Thus her elated mood when she had known of the ranks getting a little loose...
She paused before taking in the words of the craftsman. Her fingers went to fiddling with the edges of white fur and leather on the inside of her cloak. Damaris was no stranger to The Forge. She often enjoyed the heat they radiated since much of her body was cold, even for being who she was. And she hadn't seen this Jewelcrafter around the stations. Whatever the case, they were polite and quick-witted, as it were.
"That would be a good idea. I am Damaris from Death... A Priestess." She placed a delicate hand on her chest and gave a solemn nod to the group. She was sure the others knew but she figured she should follow the others example of introduction. This confusion.
And that was desperately needed for what they seemed to be faced with at the moment. Memory lose was not something any of them needed and any added confusion would just make the situation all the more sour.
Character's name: Damaris Character's clan: Death - [Priestess] Character's journal link: [ X ] Character's Arcana: Strength (Group B) BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Avatar 5'8". Preferring to stay underneath her furry friend, Damaris is pale with a pair of striking silver eyes peering through.
Zyphiris
Huni Pi
Meegane
Posted: Sun Jun 04, 2017 10:05 am
[The Forge]
Terr canted his head slightly at the bow from his fellow Jeweler but said nothing of it. They were in the presence of a Priestess and they had a guest from Conquest. Protocol and formality were something Terr personally treasured in spite of the changing times. Forming a network was a brilliant idea and could possibly open all sorts of avenues for him in ways other than sources of information.
As introductions were made, Terr waited for his turn. In a monotone that he hoped would not be misconstrued for boredom, "Terr. I am a jewelcrafter as well. Forgive me when I say I'm not familiar with your work, Cae. What sort of pieces do you specialize in?" He was genuinely curious and was always eager to compare techniques. But then he realized how this might delay the Conquest Horseman's introduction and he hastily added, "Although perhaps it's best we leave that discussion for later." Before gesturing to their Conquest guest that they had the floor.
Terr Death Horseman; Jeweler The Hermit Arcana (Group C) - 6"0 tall - Workaholic - Stoic on the outside, geek on the inside - Tendency to forget to eat/sleep/bathe when working
“Not that I would know of...” she responded quietly, taking in the horseman's reply. It seems like they had all woken up too late to know... then, was there anyone awake before them since yesterday? The Sages seemed to imply-
Her thoughts were interrupted by the arrival of the Priestess and what she had to say. So even a Priestess of Death was worried about it...
BingHua's lips curved into a smirk at what Cae had to say, finding his attitude towards the whole situation interesting. It was good to know that she was not alone in her suspicions, and was glad that this one knew how to move on quickly.
“BingHua, noble heir of Conquest,” she introduced herself finally, nodding at the company.
“I too am interested to see the kind of work you do,” she smiled at Cae and Terr, letting the conversation's topic take a turn. “I had been wondering if any of your crafts have taken on a more modern edge that seems to be the trend these days.”
Meegane
Huni Pi
Kaineferu
OOC
Character's name: BingHua Character's clan: Conquest Heir (noble) Character's journal link:Journal Character's arcana The Magician (Group A) BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER A tall, elegant lady who looks thoroughly uninterested in any petty business
Posted: Sun Jun 04, 2017 5:24 pm
MoonKitsune
sorry for such a short start, I'm so bad at starting fff.
[ forges ]
Feeling pretty out of it what with having no idea what was going on, he returned to the most comfortable place he could think of: home. His relaxed stride drew him in the massive tower, but vibrant eyes were far more attentive to his surroundings now. Everything looked normal here... the same. That was nice. Instantly his gaze flickered to and fro from those that were already filling up the common area, hearing the forges gaining a great deal of attention from the other areas. It did make his fingers fiddle some more in his pockets, a sense of anxiousness starting to settle in.
Maybe working on something would help his nerves, and the questions that kept wanting to surface. It wasn't in his nature to worry or fret over things... but he was used to physical activities being a useful distraction. But then again he could do some training too.... For a moment the stallion just stood there, looking back and forth at his options, but he didn't feel like exerting himself too much right now. So forges it was!
Sauntering in, the other occupants were noted, but not acknowledged. He didn't have any friends really, at least... not any he knew of.. but he did spare those that looked his way the usual laidback grin he wore. But.. what did he want to make...? Baldr looked over the available materials at his disposal, finger pads gently brushing some of the raw ores.. his mind threatening to wander back into the slew of questions pushing underneath his skull. Just doing something normal, getting back to the basics... that would make things clear up. Right?
musicaloner7
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MoonKitsune
Romantic Exhibitionist
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Posted: Sun Jun 04, 2017 8:36 pm
[ Forges ]
Death always bothered him. While it was dark, it was more stonework and heavy metals, and not loose sands or darkened caves. The temperature and lava was also unnerving, and he took strides not to get too close. Being flightless, getting too close only came with the cautionary story of the one Famine member who was stuck in the lava for days.
He already lost yesterday and didn't intend to loose more. However, Death had the High priestest, and if someone knew something about yesterday, he felt it would be Death.
So, holding a few hard shells gathered from molted exoskeletons from various famine members, himself included, and specimens, he pretended he was here for business.
A burlap bag in one hand, he tried to avoid as many occupied areas as he could and slowly slipped into the forges where he spotted one occupant looking at a pile of rocks.
Singled out. Good.
Moving over, he attempted a discolored smile at the other. "Hello. We have supplies."
musicaloner7
Character's name: Vin Character's clan: Famine Character's journal link: [ X ] Character's arcana Judgement Group: F BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Emaciated with bones above thighs and skeletal feet. Black, dead eyes and tan, discolored flesh. A few bug like small legs curl about his exposed ribs. Wears tattered, black rags that cover most of his body.
