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In and Out of Astral Planes by Merron Schezar
[December 26, 2016, 11:16:52 PM]


Seeking a Muse by Blair Grejya
[December 26, 2016, 09:53:39 PM]


Close to Home by Luka Duplais
[December 22, 2016, 01:45:54 AM]


Storm and Fire by Gavin Berkeley
[December 21, 2016, 11:24:25 PM]


Woeful Winter Weather by Kaeden Sanzer
[December 20, 2016, 03:44:05 PM]


Your Hope is Deeper than Pain by Darien Pryce
[December 20, 2016, 02:52:54 PM]


One Skip Ahead by Adara Kendricks
[February 24, 2016, 10:06:18 AM]

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First Link / Witchlight BJT RPG
« Last post by Witchlight on August 12, 2017, 08:15:23 AM »
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Once, we lived beneath the shadow of Witch. Her throne was Ebon Askavi and her ancestors were from Dhemlan. She subdued the Eyriens with the power of her Black Jewel, conquering the fiercest race in all of Terreille.

Her power and her treachery were felt throughout all the Realms. Spreading from Terreille into Kaeleer, and deeper, even, into the Dark Realm of Hell. Her eye was ever watchful. The center of any web spun. The new moon within the Twisted Kingdom.

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We all had our reasons. No Territory had gone untouched by her. But none of us could have foreseen the repercussions of her death. As she died, she released her power in a spiral that destabilized the Winds through all the Realms.

Even now, a century later, only the Darker Winds have stabilized enough for routine use. The vast majority of the Blood still depending on Landen networks for travel. And that says nothing of the damage done to the peoples and their cultures.

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First Link / Scions of Terre d'Ange
« Last post by Elua on May 25, 2017, 03:41:00 AM »
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First Link / BLOODY DICE [jcink] Mafia/Crime // Real Life
« Last post by -k- on April 22, 2017, 05:57:48 AM »
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First Link / Kiss me while my lips are still red
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First Link / Anikira
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First Link / Darkest Web
« Last post by DW STAFF on January 06, 2017, 11:17:42 PM »


“The Blood Survive on trust, Jared. We trust that everyone will follow the Laws and Protocol that keep the weaker safe from the stronger. We trust that males won't use their strength against a female except in self-defense. We trust that every witch who is served will respect the males who hand over their lives into her keeping. When the code of honor we've lived by for thousands upon thousands of years is broken, fear seeps in, and no man trusts what he fears.”

Welcome to the world of the Blood, where woman rule and males are called to serve.  Society is built around a delicate triangle of power. One side, is determined by the jewels that gifted to you by the Darkness itself.  The second side depends on the social class that you were born into. The third, the caste that you were born into.  Each side of the triangle, delicately weaves throughout Blood society to form an intricate balance of power.  And when that balance… that trust… is broken, the Realms suffer.

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Originally created in 07, Darkest Web is back after a hiatus.  We are a no word count, minimal application, sandbox rpg.  This means that we don’t have an ongoing, board-wide plot.  Instead, players are free to explore their own stories on their own with larger board-wide events happening once or twice a year.  We have no castes or jewel ratios or caps.  All former players are invited and welcome to join us in this new chapter.
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Amdarh / Re: In and Out of Astral Planes
« Last post by Merron Schezar on December 26, 2016, 11:16:52 PM »
Merron blinked, glanced over at the other man, and tilted his head in mild bewilderment. Why would they need those? There was no place for rubies and diamonds of that size that wouldn't sacrifice accuracy in other areas of the chart. But in taking another look at the other man, Merron realized that it was very possible that the shorter-lived male simply didn't know any better.

As the Prince went back to studying the table again, however, he had to rethink his estimation of the man. He had recognized that the seemingly random pattern of inlay on the stone surface was an accurate star chart, even if he was incorrect in his assumptions about the reason for the discrepancies.

"Planetary curvature," Merron corrected, reaching out to point to a few of the larger markers on the table. "These three stars form a more equilateral triangle the further southeast they are viewed from. If it was an issue of age, this one--" he indicated one small yellow citrine, a few finger-widths from the triangle "--would be closer to the triangle, along with a number of other adjustments, and then only if it were a Dhemlan chart. This piece should only be a few hundred years old, and is certainly not from Dhemlan."

Having finished his lecture (and that was exactly what Lyn would have called it, he was sure), the dark-Jeweled Prince clasped his hands behind his back and went back to studying the table, this time trying to calculate some of the other changes in his head just to see if he could. Having seen the stars slowly shift even in Dhemlan over the years, it was half digging up old memories and half estimated calculations. He idly wondered if there was any other piece like this one, preferably older, that could be used for reference.
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Amdarh / Re: Seeking a Muse
« Last post by Blair Grejya on December 26, 2016, 09:53:39 PM »
Blair grinned a little more, held out his glass in a silent toast to the witch, and took a long sip. Her jabs at him felt far more friendly now. He was beginning to think that it was just how the witch alway was, showing favor (if not affection) in a prickly sort of way regardless of relationship. The slightly backhanded, sarcastic remarks were entirely in line with his own style, as well.

It was a freeing sort of camaraderie, he thought, and the Prince relaxed. While he had gotten quite good at maintaining the appearance of relaxation, it was quite different from the actual thing. With the help of a little alcohol, and the promise of more conversation that didn't really have anything riding on it, it was much easier.

He shrugged, shaking his head a little in mock disbelief. "My, my, Lady. You do chose your penalties with care, don't you? I think you're the only witch that I've met who would chose putting more clothing on as my penalty..." He pretended to think for a moment. "Although, perhaps that is more of a penalty than the other way around."

After taking another drink, he continued, "The trip in and of itself has been useful. Easier to capture the feel of a place when you've actually been there. And there are any number of places between here and Dharo that would be interesting enough to write about.

"I've also had plenty of time to work, despite the distractions that abound. It's been a nice change of pace," he said, a little surprised at the realization that it actually had been a nice change of pace.
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Firion Province / Re: Close to Home
« Last post by Luka Duplais on December 22, 2016, 01:45:54 AM »
Luka managed a bit of a smile and a small breath of a laugh at the thought of contending with the butler. Though Luka had not had any such run-ins with the man, it was not hard to imagine the reaction or the outcome. Needless to say, Gray-Jeweled Prince or no, Luka was not likely to be the winner.

It had taken a while for him to get used to others thinking that some tasks were beneath him. He hadn't grown up an aristo, and while he enjoyed some of the comforts of being in such close proximity and in the Court, he had never really gotten used to the lifestyle of one. Personal touches had never been added to his rooms in the castle, leaving them to feel almost austere. Some in the Court thought he was just frugal. Everything personal had ended up in his office, since he spent much of his time there instead.

While he didn't feel that he fit in with the aristos, however, he also couldn't fit in with the staff. He was part of the Court, part of the Triangle, and that put him up on a pedestal regardless of his origins. He'd resigned himself to it long ago.

He knew he ought to feel sorry for whatever maid was going to be faulted for the dusty rooms, but he couldn't bring himself to feel anything. The job should have been done, but how was anyone to know that one little Red-Jeweled Healer was going to go in and kick up all the dust? If Luka couldn't keep track of her, there was little more of a chance that the staff would be able to better predict her moves.

The Prince adjusted his fingers a little, settling into a more comfortable grip on Thea's hand and kissed it again.

Now that he had been laying down long enough to relax, Luka could tell that he was going to be stiff later. The moment he tried to move, the moment he had enough energy to actually do so, was going to be monumentally harder than it ought to have been. And yet there was a small part of him that wanted to move, if only to put his arms around Thea again, or to curl up around her like a cat.

He didn't move. He just kissed her fingers again, enjoying the feel of her soft skin on his lips. It was about the only motion he could be bothered with at that moment.

"Hm?" he hummed. "For me?"
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Narshe Province / Re: Storm and Fire
« Last post by Gavin Berkeley on December 21, 2016, 11:24:25 PM »
Gavin was surprised when Alene began to explain herself further. Was saying that he didn't understand all it took? Somehow he felt that this time was different. Whatever the reason for it, her explanation did clarify a few things despite that she seemed to be more unsure of her words.

The Prince nodded along with Alene's words. Halfway through, the reasoning started to make less sense again. Still, he nodded and followed along until it began to make sense once more. Perhaps if he didn't think about it, then it would start to make sense. Or at least, marginally more sense. He wasn't really sure what to think anymore, not when it came to Alene, anyway.

At the mention of war, his congenial expression faltered for a moment, and his eyes dropped down.

Steam rose off the coffee, swirling in the air and dissipating quickly. Gavin watched the patterns it made as he wrestled with his own thoughts for a moment. The war, inevitable at this point, was almost always at the back of his mind. When its voice became too loud, it drudged up pieces from his past that were always difficult to put to rest.

He forced a bit of a smile as she mentioned his post, but there was no real heart in it. There was still a part of him that felt like it wasn't real. Being in the Guard, that was nothing new, but to be Master... it was a privilege he still felt that he hadn't earned.

Almost desperate for something to delay any response he ought to make, Gavin took a long sip of coffee. The taste, not cut much by the addition of cream, grounded him again, dragging his mind back to the present and nothing else.

"I think 'different than expected' sums up most of my time in Scelt rather nicely," Gavin said, a note of his usual humor making its way back into his tone. He sighed. Was anything ever going to go as he expected in his life anymore?

He glanced back over at Alene.

"Thank you," he added. "For clarifying."
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