Eternal
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summer, year 3
Thick ice and continuously falling snow blanket the entirety of Eternal, brought upon by Noc's wrath. Shelter is scarce, and food even scarcer. There is no climate or biome that was lucky enough to find themselves safe from the beginnings of the Ice Age and so the residents of Eternal must don their primal survival instincts and to just that ─ survive. Ice blockages have grown supernaturally between the islands, blocking Sunsteppe from Sol and Eventide from Noc, effectively trapping each islander on whichever island they currently stand. The Dragonfrost and dusk leopards from Gleamleaf and greater boreus deer from Mountainfade have seeped into all of Noc, Eventide's spectors and Sunsteppe's sculptors have overrun the central island, and the wolves, Ice Piskys, and Creeping Thistle have invaded all of Sol.
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10.12.18 Noc has descended from the stars, and the reunion with his children, the three deities, is anything but happy. The whole of Eternal has been plunged into an Ice Age, and it seems that, for now, it's up to the deities to restore the islands. Will they be able to do so quickly enough? Or will the residents of Eternal know suffering because of the mishaps spread between Helios, Imbris, and Aya? For now, ice blockages have been erected between the islands, meaning that everyone is stuck where they currently are. Where is your character? Tell us here.

10.4.18 What?! An October raffle?!?!

9.22.18 Be sure to check out our gorgeous new map, complete with clickable links to your favorite territories!

8.4.18 Welcome to Winter, as Year 2 draws to a close! OTY Nominations will be up in a day or two ─ while we wait, please check out the Movie Night survey that was linked in our Discord!

7.28.18: Congratulations to the newest members of our team, our moderators Berb and Witty! Thank you so much to everyone who applied - we appreciate every single one of you.

7.24.18: The staff of Eternal are looking for their first MODERATOR! If you'd like to become a part of our team, click here to apply!

7.14.18 Round Two of the To Lands of Old Quest has been posted! Participants have until 11:59PM EST on July 28 to complete their rapid-fire old school battle posts. The information thread can be found >here!

7.1.18 Round One of the To Lands of Old quest can be found right here! Participants have until the night of the 8th to respond!

7.1.18: Welcome to version two: The Wreckage! Aya, Helios and Imbris have all created a beautiful sanctuary in which the characters we all know and love can come by to pay their respects, to place offerings, and seek counsel with the elusive deities. Furthermore, the database has been updated to reflect each level of an ability, the profiles have been given a complete overhaul, and our new layout is more streamlined than ever!

IC announcements
10.12.18 Noc has descended from the stars, and the reunion with his children, the three deities, is anything but happy. The whole of Eternal has been plunged into an Ice Age, and it seems that, for now, it's up to the deities to restore the islands. Will they be able to do so quickly enough? Or will the residents of Eternal know suffering because of the mishaps spread between Helios, Imbris, and Aya? For now, ice blockages have been erected between the islands, meaning that everyone is stuck where they currently are. Where is your character? Tell us here.

10.4.18 Whatever unknown thing that invaded the southern territories in the middle of spring has snaked its icy fingers out and enveloped those remaining territories that everyone had believed (or hoped) to be safe. Wolves, Creeping Thistle, Pesky Piskys, Blackrock's river... Not even Sunsteppe is safe from the intrusion, though it appears -- at least for now -- that the Wreckage remains untouched. Perhaps it should be investigated?

9.17.18 Something isn't right. Eternal still refuses to warm, even as we progress through spring and near summer. The southernmost territories have begun to notice some changes: from Greater Boreus Deer in Mountainfade, to Dragonfrost in Gleamleaf; frozen sandstorms in Astraldune, and even icy wraiths in Eventide. What happened? And what can be done to return the islands to normal?

9.2.18 Springtime has come, but the frigid winter still remains, enveloping the three islands in ice, snow and brutal wind. There are no flowers, nor grass - no foliage at all. The animals are beginning to suffer, as they emerge from hibernation or birth their young, struggling to find sustenance. The air is thick with tension, as a wretched and unforgiving storm brews still in the distance - will Eternal find reprieve from the cold?

8.4.18 Round Three of the To Lands of Old quest has been posted! The remaining participants have one week to get their posts in. Good luck and have fun!

7.27.18 Astraldune is under new leadership! In the wake of Solomon's disappearance, Helios has placed Gryffen into leadership!

6.26.18 Helios has appeared in Sunsteppe! What could he be doing there?

6.19.18 With magic from Imbris, Totem has been gifted with a daughter of her own, molded from clay and infused with a piece of her own soul. Make sure to check out the thread here!

6.1.18: Welcome to Summer!

5.26.18: The Grotto has been unveiled! Imbris paid a visit to Nymphetamine in Prismacove and led him on an underwater adventure to the Grotto, effectively creating a new sub-board for the residents of Prismacove to explore!

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[PLOT] PHASE TWO: THE WOLVES
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PHASE TWO: THE WOLVES

Before long, Winter reaches its bone-made fingers towards the furthest tips of Eternal, clutching Scarwood and all that borders it.

The sun settles itself against the horizon as the snows blow down from the granite mountains. Leaving the once vibrant and sunny realm of the forest, trapped in never ending sunset- faded and dark.

Every pine fades to ashy white, the bark bleached by the onset and persistence of the cold. In addition there is an increase in movement from the trees as well, making for confusing and unknown pathways through the forest, causing many to become lost and anxious as a result.

Animals flock to the warmth of the sulfur springs, aided by the careful placement of magma rings at their brims, many hours are spent in strained company and hostile bickering among those that would not normally congregate together.

Even the Conifer wolves have noticed, their numbers thinning but their size, and temperament becoming more foreboding. Dangerous. They pick off those too weak or unobservant to their surroundings, becoming increasingly brave as to approach the masses head on, intent on making a meal regardless of those that oppose their presence.


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EARTH AND FIRE

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Male
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10
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Pegasus
ORIENTATION:
Heterosexual
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Scarwood
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Magma Manipulation
[T1 - Advanced]
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#2
by the grace of the fire and the flames
He is awoken by the angry growls, snarling vibrations from hungry throats, sounds that send his ears swiveling and his sea glass eyes quickly opening. It is significantly colder than the day before, and he blinks to send away the sleep that lingers in the ducts of his eyes. It’s not enough, the Sun remains suspended against the horizon, but he is certain that the great ball of light should be higher now. Should it not?

A heavy tension has fallen over the forest within hours, while he slumbered, their world was changing- should he be ashamed?

“Senu,” his voice is dry with sleep, gravel filled words reach the ears of an eagle that slumbers against his shoulders. “Senu what’s happened?” Concern is ladeled into the question, as if he fills a bowl of worry, soon it would overflow.

“Killdare, it is time,” it’s all she says, the riddled words of a fortune teller, but they both know that which she speaks. Her feathers fluff up as she shakes away her own sleep, puffing her chest and adjusting her wings, the daysleep was enough to leave her groggy this time.

“I can see that,” it’s the only thing that manages to break free from his chest, sorrow filled knowing that sends him into becoming a hard exterior- he must adapt.

Senu is untouched by his armor, the magma that roils over the bulk muscles of his being, wrapping itself into plates of hardened rock. The wings of dragonscale remain unchanged, their bronze scales glinting off the light of the moving earth that runs itself between the breaks of his barriers. Killdare had not been cold once since the freeze, the additional display of his power, made him feel as though he could take on the very source of winter itself. Against his temples a crown forms, dripping like melted gold, taking shape of his status.

The Magma King was once more.

With a heavy heart he finds the sulfur springs, following the noise that vibrates against the pines, ricochet off of their ashen bark. Senu’s emotion bleeds over, the wolves are just that, wolves and she grieves for the days to come- but her heart is loyal, if it is nothing else.

“Away with you!” The voice that erupts from his sooty maw is angry and absolute, the creatures small are shook but the wolves are those addressed. They would not make a meal this day, Killdare solidifies this decree by rearing upward, slamming into the earth until the ground shakes and cracks small fissures into the concrete floor.

Senu screeches, rising from the back of the Crown, diving quick to the face of a snarling Conifer, finding the soft collagen of an eye and digging deep her talons- this is her own warning, her allegiance to them no more.
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They all knew something was happening, she felt in the air, the coolness seeking their skin, and how the sun just didn’t seem as bright. Spring had brought life, as it always did but everything was just less. Fleur had talked to Killdare, and they had spoken at length about it. They were concerned, he was concerned. It was all over his features, all over everyone's emotions. She rarely kept her mind so open to the fleeting feelings of everyone, it was overwhelming and crowded, but it was valuable information when something was obviously shifting in their home. She had flown far, saw the ice invading Eventide, and in the distance, Noc looked more white capped than usual. Something was definitely afoot. Her form was almost always seen overhead, constantly searching, on the lookout for anything. A change, a shift. A feeling. She had seen Senu, Killdare’s eagle a few times, surely scouting for the same things she was. They hadn’t spent much quality time together as of recent, it was mostly orders, duties, and business, things he needed them to do, to prepare, to help keep them safe. Fleur, while concerned obliged earnestly. Scarwood was home, it was home before she found the piece of her heart that cared for Killdare, and it would continue to be home.

When the cold finally reached them she saw it from above, the snow clawing in from the east, bringing winter out of turn. She saw it tendril grow, spread, and split starting at the tunnel that led to sunsteppe and then around the shorelines. Pushing in on them. Fleur raced to Scarwood, raced to scan the lands that held her heart, her home, she had to keep it safe. As the towering pines came into view she pulled up from her daring speed, tipping the back of her wings down and pumping the air forward which pulled her sharply to a crawl. Her eyes scanned the treetops, there were breaks in the trees and she saw the pack of wolves, larger than ever before. Fleur’s mint and cerulean form dipped so low that her hooves caught the treetops. These wolves seemed different. Seemed darker, more bloodthirsty. KIlldare had always kept them at bay keeping a mutually beneficial relationship with them, they kept their distance, but Killdare allowed them shelter within the pines. A layer of protection and population control. But from what she saw something had definitely shifted in the status quo. When she was sure of the situation, she took to finding Killdare.

She flew over the trees, looking below for the telltale sign of Killdare, his bright orange mane, it usually stuck out enough where she could find him if she was patient. The search took what felt like forever, not with the ice racing towards them and the wolves acting out. She was fit, her muscles evident after all the time spent in the sky. She was coming into her own, and she was strong, giving her confidence she didn’t have 2 years ago, or even a year ago. Her body was sharp but her mind was still reactive and she felt fully with her heart on her sleeve. So she was quite frantic when she finally found him in a small clearing at the heart of Scarwood, by the spring...with some wolves.

Fleur carefully maneuvered her way through the trees, even with her precautions, the cracking of limbs and groan of the trees echoed loudly. Her blue and green form a blur in her dive to the ground at the canines. She landed purposefully hard, feeling the reverb up her legs. She was in front of him, purposefully creating a barrier between her and Killdare. Fleur beat her wings with great force, blasting the wolves with the chilled air and whipping pine needles, and dirt. The debris would irritate their eyes or so she hoped. ”Killdare!” They aren’t going to listen this time a huge pack is coming this way. She reared striking at the wolves, feeling the crack of contact. But as she made contact with one, another lept at her wing. She felt the pressure of sharp teeth breaking the skin, and she yelped in pain as she beat her wing frantically to dislodge the beast, but she found it would not let go. ”Watch out!”She called determination piercing through with layers of pain. Fleur held her wing out and spun as quickly as she dared, and the wolf still clung to her wing and when he didn’t release with a full turn, she moved slightly and let the wolf crack against a tree. The pain it sent up to her shoulder was immense, but she refused to call out, her teeth were gritted and she winced, but the true horrid sound was the thud and crack of the wolf against the tree. But it had worked, it lay limp at the base of the tree.

Her eyes flung back to Killdare, to see how he was fairing. ”We have to get out of here, now!”
FLEUR
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band-aids don't fix bullet holes.

The heat here was waning.

Correct that - it was fucking freezing here.

Ceara had known that winter existed, but she had never before existed, and then when spring did not come, she knew that something was dreadfully wrong. And she moved through the trees, having found a home silently here for the last six months or so. And yet, despite the frigidity of the world around her, the daughter of Offspring did what she did best - she lit the world on fire from the inside out. Her body was warm, and to touch her, was to fall in love with her.

Ceara was not cold, and her eyes took on the look of the frost and the ice with such narrowed eyes that she found she had little to care about much in the way of them at all. It did not affect her, and where she could, she found herself melting the ice, bringing some semblance of green back to this grey world. And when there was not green, there was fire.

Pushing the world into her hand and allowing her to heat it from the inside out put such a feeling of power into her head, that soon she was swelling with it. The black beauty could not burn, and so she stood in the inferno of her own making, or basked in the magma pools created by Killdare - with his bird resting upon her shoulder - and she had learned to breathe again. It was the closest thing to happy she’d been since she left Tephra. Since she had said goodbye to family, and since she had learned the deeper side of politics.

The girl who had been forced to grow up too damn quickly had come into her own, and, raising her head to hear the gathering in the center of Scarwood, heeded the call from the Magma-King. She would come every time he called her - For she felt herself burning for him. The affinity she had for Killdare was palpable - and her body was pining for his…

She wanted to know what it was like to have someone else heating her from the inside. And inside his green eyes, she was always sure she saw something… there, just under the surface… but he always turned away from her with of the promise of what could have happened. Fleur was there, and though Ceara bore her no ill will - it was the black burning one who found that she wanted to taste the heat that was not her own.

And so, when the wolves came, the meeting was sure to follow. And when he called her - not by name, but it certainly felt like it - she had known that he would be needing her. The wolves had come in droves, and it was with wide, angry eyes that she had lit them on fire, rising their body temperatures until they themselves could not stand it… and, yelping, while their viscera were strewn haphazardly across the land … there always seemed to be more of them.

And, rushing to their side, she places herself in front of them - causing the rocks to implode as they fall down in a rockslide, burying three wolves in a flurry of yelping and screeching as their skin was burned. And when they slid close to Fleur - watching at it swiped at her wing. Ceara kicked backward - the heat of her hooves branding into the sides of two more wolves. When they are given the chance to breathe, she sees that they are both injured - she should have come sooner. She concentrates, circling around as the trunks of several large trees are super heated at their base, sending them falling over, creating the base of a wall that could be used to protect them… - at least for a moment.

“Sorry I’m late, ya’ll. Are you guys okay?”

Ceara


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EARTH AND FIRE

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GENDER:
Male
AGE:
10
SPECIES:
Pegasus
ORIENTATION:
Heterosexual
DOMICILE:
Scarwood
ABILITIES:
Magma Manipulation
[T1 - Advanced]
Enhanced Strength
[T3]
PLAYED BY:
Witty
#5
i could scream forever, we all poisoned you
With a firm placement of her talons, Senu severs herself from the wolves, Killdare can feel the tear, as if it were a tangible thing- suppose it was.

This world is an enigma, something he thought he was figuring out, but just when the pieces start to fit together- he finds there are holes in the finished product.

Even with the spaces between, Killdare still felt wholly connected to this realm, from the way the wind whispered through the pines, their bark faded and ash. To the almost repugnant scent of the sulfur springs, they were touched by fire and even after all this time, so was he. Across realities, distanced by worlds, the forest King was not separated from the woods, even if he had been divergent from all else.

In numbers, the beasts come, eyes wild and fierce, jaws dripping with spittle as they snarled.

The man of earth and fire burns, cloaked in magma and a shell that is course and hard, encasing the molten fire that swirls with intent against the stones that house it. Something has changed, for the first time since Beqanna he has shed his mortal flesh, skin melting away until magma is all that’s left.

Standing his ground he snarls, bellowing his claim to the earth, rearing until the mass of his body is lifted upright, throwing his powerful legs to the air.

Senu races, airborne, diving with purpose and intent, talons seeking purchase of supple flesh, where bits of hair and meat are torn. There is no us or them for her now, there is only us.

So quickly do the mares find him, Fleur reaching him first, throwing herself into the fray before him- it is lover’s folly, her heart outmaneuvering her head and another fierce yell lets loose from his soot stained  lips.

“Fleur!” Teeth glint in the half light, jaws dripping as they seek the nourishment the herd, something they will not receive. It is the pain he witnesses that causes him to snort, pinning his liquid ears and throwing his head, spraying the clearing with droplets of fire.

There is a vision of fire in my mind’s eye, and it looks like my own blood.

When they heed his call, it goes without saying that Ceara finds them, without distress but rather persistence. It’s been difficult to ignore the way she shadows him, finding him with such ease, some blood fueled connection. She was made from two halves that knew his heart so well, he takes comfort from her swift appearance, from the flames fleeing her fingertips.

“I will not be cowed by dogs!”

His eyes burn, fiercely, draining the fires from hell for their glare, blood red and inferno orange.
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Everything seemed to happen all at once, a crashing of trees, and yelping of wolfs, a blistering heat. A black mare, with red accents and a thick braided tail, seemed to appear from nowhere. She was a solid build, and seemed at home in the chaos, entering into the clearing with an air of confidence. Her feminine voice hit Fleur's ears, and it was at that point she placed her in the haze of pain and confusion. Ceara, they had spoken once before, a while ago, and she hadn’t seen her since. Her blue and green head shook attempting to clear the slow thoughts dulled by the throb of pain in her wing. The pain lingered but the initial hazy white edges of her vision faded back to normal leaving her wing with an aching throb. Fleur’s mind instantly went to if she could fly, knowing it was her best defense as the wolves simply couldn’t fly. But she couldn’t test it, not now. Killdare bellowed her name in a fierce protective growl. She turned to him in a snap and saw him liquify holding his form but he was changed to magma. The heat off of him was amazing and she quickly hoped aside to allow him to do what he needed. He is angry, and his words cut at the air with each sharp tenor of his voice. Fleur knew not how to ease his worry and anger but she tried just the same. ”I’m OK, I’m ok Killdare, come, we need to regroup. Make a plan.

The wolves hold off for a moment, Ceara's wall of pine forcing the wolves back to avoid the crushing weight of the felled trees. In the moment of respite, Fleur nodded to Ceara, in greeting, ”Perfect timing, thank you for the assist.” Her green and blue body shifted out from the protected position behind Killdare, though she stayed to the back realizing she was not as equipped for the offensive as the other two. Her eyes shifted between the two. “So what’s the plan? Unless we are just going to blindly attack.” Her honey eyes try to portray an inner strength that simply isn’t there. She isn’t a fighter, but she wishes to be of use, to help protect her home, those that are important to her. Scarwood was a community and they worked together for what they had and what they needed each serving a purpose. Ceara wasn’t a close friend but she was a part of the community and Fleur’s strong sense of belonging here made her want to help her as well.

A howl sounded and others joined in an announcement of attack. They were too close to outrun. They could surely outpace them over a distance, but they sounded too close to outrun them in such close proximity. Fleur looked to the others for a decision, She didn’t say anything, focusing more on calming herself. She would do what she could but she couldn’t fly within the trees like Senu, and she had no other offensive skill. Unless… She thought of her emotional abilities, she hadn’t tried using them on anyone other than other horses… but maybe if she focused….”I’ll try to slow them over the wall best I can I don’t know how long I can or if it will work.” Her blue masked eyes flicked to the wall of trees as the sound of howling was dangerously close.

As the first one came over she sent a wave of emotion out over the wolves, she focused on a feeling of docility. To calm the wolves, to make them hesitate and question why they wanted to throw their claws and teeth over the wall at the equines they had lived in harmony with up to this point. The first few ran straight through, unaffected. Fleur closed her eyes and redoubled her efforts, shoving her other emotions away, and all her other thoughts away. Sweat began to dampen her skin after a moment, and she sent wave after wave only to the wolves. She opened her eyes and saw that the wolves were still coming but they were slower, less aggressive, giving Ceara and Kildare a chance. She held her focus, shutting her eyes once more, knowing the risk she took, but she had to trust that the other two would be able to handle the wolves still climbing over the wall of fallen pine. Silently she wished the others haste, she wouldn't be able to hold them back much longer.

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