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.
OOC 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 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!

Character of the Year:
LELL
Couple of the Year:
HADERUS & GYPSY
Thread of the Year:
ASTRALDUNE TAKEOVER
[HELIOS SIGHTING] ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Deity

53 Posts
6 Threads
GENDER:
Male
AGE:
Immortal
SPECIES:
ORIENTATION:
DOMICILE:
Homeless
ABILITIES:
Magic [Advanced]
PLAYED BY:
Krys
#1
The air is unusually still, though perhaps it is his presence alone that causes the interruption. The tide is low, as if it is frightened to sweep onto the shoreline in its wild abandon, fearful that if it were to sheathe his legs in the soft and supple bubbles of its frothing seafoam, it might anger him. The damp and impacted sand beneath him does not give, for though he is broad and defined with what must be strong and powerful muscle over the length of his body, he is everything, and yet nothing, merely suspended – as if he were never there. There are no indentations in the silt, where one might have assumed he walked. There is Helios, and only Helios, staring out into the distant sea as if he has always been there.

Or perhaps, as if he never were there at all.

The flames that illuminate the deep plum of his flank dance across his ribcage, but the movement is slow and methodically, and a reflection of the mood the powerful deity is in. The sky overhead is dark and foreboding, but it dares not hide the bright and blinding sunlight of the great, gleaming orb suspended in the atmosphere – the clouds would not be so foolish as to keep the sun from the God who wields it so. As such, the sky is a splendor of darkness and light, creating a vivid and colorful rainbow that stretches from one end of Sunsteppe and into the ether of the churning and endless sea. While one part of the coastline is dry and swathed in glorious light, the other is drenched with a soft hiss of pouring rain, pooling in the faint hollows left in the rolling sand dunes.

Alas, the rain does not touch him, though it cascades off of an invisible barrier that only just sheathes him from the precipitation. He is kept dry, even as the world around him is made to be anything but. His heavy lashes close once over the deep, molten magma of his watchful stare. The thunder that ripples through the trembling ground and the flash of lightning that shadows it do not cause him to flinch – because he is the creator of the rolling crack of electricity and the heavy rumble of the ground that lay beneath. He is quiet, and he is motionless, surrounded by a world of chaos –

And then, in a blink of an eye, it is gone –

He is standing still, swathed in golden sunlight, and the sky is barren and bright. Cerulean stretches across the tireless canvas, with nary a cloud to mar the imagery of perfection.

”You,” he utters, his voice a rumbling echo of commanding prowess. He can feel the tension of your eyes stretch across the dark crimson and glowing auburn of his side and sensing the tremble of your thunderous heartbeat. ”step forward, and fear not. I carry no desire for bedlam today.”

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Rules:

- Characters that have already interacted with Helios (through blessing or questing) cannot approach him.
- Only ONE character may approach him. First come, first serve. A complete post is required to take the spot.
- Your post must be a minimum of 250 words. Please give Helios substantial content to respond to.
- Helios is feeling passive and neutral; angering him may have catastrophic results, and providing pleasant company may yield in a greater reward.
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56 Posts
6 Threads
GENDER:
Female
AGE:
4
SPECIES:
Alicorn
ORIENTATION:
Heterosexual
DOMICILE:
Prismacove
ABILITIES:
Dream Manipulation
[T1 - Intermediate]
Fire Breathing
[T2-Beginner]
Elemental Exoskeleton (Quartz) [T3]
PLAYED BY:
Witty
#2
The beach runs away with the surf today, the water hardly cresting the horizon of endless sand. Afraid? Does the ocean tremble, and why? There are no breezes coming in off the seascape,  nothing to send the sweet scent of brine to her waiting, flared nostrils. Everything about this place, it could not remind her any less of her favorite person.

Not a single gull flies, cackling to and from the craggy cliffs, chasing fish for their brood and playing tag with the porpoises that crept closer and closer each passing year.. Above her the skies are uncomfortable, the cloud cover that had rolled in to spread life giving rain, absent, in patches, allowing the sun to shine unbearably so. Dark and light, something that forebodes and draws her in, she can not deny her interest in the spectacle that is taking place along the borders of the seaside plains.

Magnificent takes it all in, and wonders why the game of hide and seek has begun on the coast. Perhaps she was just in the mood for play today, having left the majesty of her dreamworld behind for the afternoon, and come out of hiding- gracing reality with her presence. Amusement graces the deep soot of her lips and a small, tell-tale, smile creeps up her cheeks. Even after everything that had happened, the simple fact that He was here, made her heart race, pumping life giving blood through her veins. It would hard to bring her down now, there was always hope, even when it presented itself in small, broken shards of almost nothing- hardly anything to pick up and hold in your hand.

Finally the rain does come, a partial curtain that touches but half of the beach and that quickens her step as she comes down from the rolling, and rocky hills. Through this veil, the dragon mare passes, allowing the fat trickles of moisture to soak her, to plaster her plum colored tresses to her feminine profile, and tangle itself up in knots- the hair is thick but fine, prone to becoming a mess. Wet, dry, she laughs as she steps side to side, finding where the sun shines and the sky falls and regalling in the complete opposite of it all.

Soon her hair is dark eggplant and her graphite grey coat begins to bleed into almost black to match her stripes and for a moment she looks like someone else. Someone she used to be.

He, on the other hand, looks like noone she knows and she halts, ending her game of frivolity as the thunder crashes hammers in the sky and billows send lightning to stoke his fires. This man burns, everything of fire and all that feeds it, all that it takes.

You, he beckons and her gemstone eyes grow, uncertainty widen her gaze and her breath catches in her throat.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-” she’d trespassed, or so she felt, caught red handed playing in the farmers field and there was no place to back out to. There was nothing to hide her, save for the way she blinked in and out of visual perception, attempting to flee back into the glittering safety of the dream world, until the rest of his sentence registered. Still she could barely find her feet, let alone make them propel her forward.
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Deity

53 Posts
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GENDER:
Male
AGE:
Immortal
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ORIENTATION:
DOMICILE:
Homeless
ABILITIES:
Magic [Advanced]
PLAYED BY:
Krys
#3
The thunder is fair and faint in comparison to the way his own voice – heavy, and deafening – permeates the heavy air, humid from the storm still clutching to the edges of the frothing shoreline. The tide is rhythmic and soothing, even as it becomes more ravenous against the deep goldenrod and amber of his powerful legs, splashing against him with each powerful wave pushed inland. The brine of the salty sea merely cascades down the length of his body, as if he were incapable of being dampened by the falling rain, nor by the unyielding ocean lapping hungrily at the stillness of his presence. His gaze does not waver, settled onto her with a ferocity that is unmatched. Though she is still and breathless, he can still see the remnants of a fallen smile across her lips, foreign and faint.

At last, the sea no longer captivates him, and the rippling muscle beneath the deep plum of his shoulder and spine move seamlessly as he shuffles his powerful legs to face her. His frame is towering and ominous, and with the sunlight eclipsed behind the broadness of his shoulders, his molten stare searches her own, tracing the shadow of sadness etched into a single crease around each eye. She could flee his invasive stare, and the intensity of his presence, looming closer to her. The silhouette of a burning forest lay flickering across his side, stuttering with each passing moment, illuminating the ridge of his hip and the curve of his barrel.

“Magnificent,” he says. ”That is quite a name. Are you?” he muses, his voice dark and traced with a thread of danger, searching the endless depths of her amethyst stare as if he is looking far beyond the barricade of her pupils, rifling through her mind to draw out her darkest desires, her deepest fear – seeking to find what it is that pushes her forward; finding that which makes her mortal.

He does not wait for her answer – surely, she would shy away from the promise of her name – he can see her past, her present, her future (and he could seize it if he wanted to; end it or change it – but he does not, for so much still lay ahead for her). He can see the inflated ego and wanton hunger of another in her past, of the bloodline she carries – her name is less of a description of her, and more of a prophecy foretold by her upbringing – she would be magnificent, though her destiny is nothing of what Kirin might have hoped for her.

She is more than a name.

A low and rumbling chuckle breaks through, as a faint smirk becomes apparent at the corner of his dark mouth. The glowering scar across his eye becomes illuminated, as if it, too, were a flickering ember, but the molten heat of his stare is far brighter and glaring. ”I am Helios – the God of the Sun; the bringer of light –“ (The Destroyer, he doesn’t say – the Annihilator; the Eradicator). ”- the father and keeper of Sol. Tell me, Magnificent, has Prismacove faired well for you?”

(He does not seek praise – her truth is more telling than the potential of his own inflated ego, though he so often admired the outcroppings of stone against the lustrous beauty of the waterfall, and the crystalline water that flutters ever so gently across the fragments of sea glass that lay scattered across its beach – all his own creation).
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56 Posts
6 Threads
GENDER:
Female
AGE:
4
SPECIES:
Alicorn
ORIENTATION:
Heterosexual
DOMICILE:
Prismacove
ABILITIES:
Dream Manipulation
[T1 - Intermediate]
Fire Breathing
[T2-Beginner]
Elemental Exoskeleton (Quartz) [T3]
PLAYED BY:
Witty
#4
”Are you?” the words echo in her mind, long after he has finished speaking them. His voice is flagrant and growing, like a spark to dry needles and he will only continue to burn; to consume. Driftwood and carcass alike would not be spared and she can smell them all as he simmers against the beaches, of all the things which he has depleted in his wake.

Are you, are you, are you? and inside she wants to scream, why does it feel like he belittles her so?

The world is a twisted creature in her mind, a wyvern clawing to clutch her inhibitions, her superstitions, the way she is so self conscious.

”More than,” she decided, carefully, finding a spine for a moment, if only just to say that. The words come, evenly but they threatened to flee, to jump quick and away like a hare from a fox. Alone and still, save for the looming and foreboding presence of the Sun God and Maggie pales in comparison. He holds her there, and surely he does know this, commands her to be still and she complies, like the herd to the shepherd. She watches him, instead of speaking, partly because she is afraid, though he does not instil fear in her on purpose. Not this day.

He comes in a lull, a droll that has been sun bleached by the summer and left to crisp and become brittle come fall.

Helios is little more than a lantern against the beach, when he could be a raging wildfire, why?

It is his laughter that breaks the shackles and she side steps him, backing away from the rumble and turning her head to the side. Funny thing is she wasn’t aware that God’s laughed and she doesn't know why she never considered that to begin with. Deep down she is still a naive and petulant child. “Is that funny, God of the Sun?” she asks, braver than she has been this day, on these beaches. Bolder than she had been since her coming and whether it is simply her temper getting the best of her, or a spark lit up by the brightest star it's hard to say.

”It fares me best as it can,” quiet words again, as if they’ve been lost to her, feeble child. It makes me remember that which I no longer want to recall, but she doesn't say that, not out loud.

Instead she turns to the ocean, watching the way the waves lap against the sands and she contemplates this meeting and what it all means. “Do you think the Cove enjoys me? Maybe that’s the question I should be asked. Does the Cove enjoy the brood of Kirin tainting the shoals. Why Nymphetamine?” She turns to look at him, the firside of his embers and the backlit blaze of his being, how she thought she had a right to ask is beyond comprehension.

Who is Magnificent anyways?
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