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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] Mist and Shadow [Helios]
Coolest Bad Guy You Know

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GENDER:
Male
AGE:
Senile
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DOMICILE:
Astraldune
ABILITIES:
Skeleton Physiology
[T1 - Beginner]
PLAYED BY:
Jeje
#1
bad news spreads like wildfire.

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The red eyed ghost was never one to linger for too long. This is a world that is unexplored and despite finding Thana and already pressing his seed deep within her, he must venture into the unknown and discover its possibilities. Hence why he has left his vicious bluebirds side and set off for a bit of an adventure. He will not keep her tethered to him just as she knows he cannot remain stagnant. This time he subjects himself to her raking of teeth with one of his own, an unsaid promise that he will not disappear for eternity again. And then he is off, slipping into the darkness like the spirit he is.

It is by accident that he finds his way to this shrine. He is still not familiar with the lands and the deities that oversee this world. However, despite the humidity that threatens to suffocate his breath as it strains to rise from his chest, there is something in the wild ferocity of greenery that’s merged with the dangerous molten lava that pulls him here. The sea winds whip against his face, stinging red eyes till they glow brightly with moisture. Water sprays against the rock, dampening his already glistening skin in the heat. As dirty tendrils beat against his scarred neck, he spots the bubbling springs and moves towards them silently, drifting ever closer.

He understands this place, it’s movement of creation and destruction. Although he is drawn more to shadows and mists, he can still appreciate the power in this place. His crimson gaze falls to his own reflection, watching the trail of sweat as it drips across his chest and falls to the pool below. Sulfar makes his nostrils crinkle but he stands firm and refuses to let his gaze waver from his reflection. Nobody has told him to do this, it’s merely a feeling. An instinct.

He’s not even sure what he wants anymore. Ruling kingdoms, manipulating rulers through their kingdoms, raiding, destroying. He’s done it all. But it’s not enough, he still craves more. What could he possibly achieve now that he hasn’t done already? Perhaps the answer lays somewhere in this place. In these lands.
Gryffen


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Deity

53 Posts
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GENDER:
Male
AGE:
Immortal
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DOMICILE:
Homeless
ABILITIES:
Magic [Advanced]
PLAYED BY:
Krys
#2
The ocean is raucous and unkind, crushing the crumbling basalt stonework of a dark and dangerous God, falling away into the ravenous sea as lava traverses over the steep precipice – creating a cloaking of scalding steam that fades away in the wayward breeze. The greenery is vibrant and foreboding, blackening the sun from emerging through the density of its embrace, though there is an illuminating glow from the magma that rises from the molten earth, bubbling lazily as the oxygen besmirches the deep amber luminosity of the split and fragmented wound in the supple ground. The scent of sulfur is strong, but the sweeping wind carried in by the roiling sea is enough to make it tolerable, though the God of the Sun hardly cared for the comfort or ease of another.

He is watchful – observing the way the pallid creature dares step forth into his den, swathed in silver with a glowering set of crimson eyes, admiring his own reflection. A deep and rumbling chuckle emerges, betraying his position beside him, materializing at once as if he had simply always been - but Helios does nothing without intention, and his unveiling is purposeful. The glowing silhouette of a fire dancing across his flank is furious and flickering, though the molten heat of his stare is set intently onto the stranger, sensing the chaos lingering just beneath the surface of his fearless and unfaltering exterior.

”Stare long enough, and that spring will show you your darkest desire,” he utters, as his voice becomes a dark and dangerous warning. To be shown one’s deepest longing is not so simple for some – the truth could be too much to bear; or perhaps too painful to face – alas, perhaps he could be one of the few to brave the possibility it could unravel; to seize it, to ask for it.

He does not speak his own name (though Helios is a distant echo forced into his mind), and he does not ask for his – he does not need to; he already knows.

”Look again,” he urges, as the spring begins to churn just beneath the crystalline surface, leaving the water motionless and still even as it takes on the vivid appearance of spinning in centrifugal motion. When it finally ceases, a vision appears before Gryffen, sudden and bright – swathing him in an unnatural, amber glow, as the hidden desire in the very depth of his callous, shriveled little heart becomes a truth played out in vivid color for him in the shallow pool of an open spring.


@ Gryffen has been shown a vision of his deepest, darkest desire. What he desires is solely up to the player, however, choose carefully - Helios may grant all, some, or none of the vision described by Gryffen; it could lead to great power and an immeasurable wealth of resources for him, his undoing, or it could lead to little or nothing at all. Be as outlandish, as conservative, or as creative as you desire!

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Coolest Bad Guy You Know

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GENDER:
Male
AGE:
Senile
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Astraldune
ABILITIES:
Skeleton Physiology
[T1 - Beginner]
PLAYED BY:
Jeje
#3
bad news spreads like wildfire.
 
Most would flinch and show shock and awe if a God materialized out of the blue next to them. But Gryffen was not most and the appearance of deities was somewhat of a normality from his long lived life. He can feel the heat from the stranger warming his already perspiring skin but his glowing gaze does not waver from the pool, studying the new arrival as he ripples in the reflection beside him. The dark words crawl along his spine and he feels the pinpricks of anticipation rising along his scarred backside.

The warning is noted and pointedly ignored. What is life without risk? Although there was a choice (if he chose to seek it) to live forever, immortality did not appeal to him. Death was not something to fear, not in his chaotic mind. After the many things he had accomplished and after he accomplished a many thing more, he would look forward to exploring what death had to offer. If it was as dark and strange as myths and legends promised.

So he does not heed any warnings and would happily pluck the offer from the table gladly. Except even he is unsure of what he truly deeply desires. A wiry smirk forms on his lips, amused with the question Helios has laid before him. Remembering how he once plucked people’s desires straight from their own secret hearts and manipulated it to his own will. He doesn’t doubt the coincidence in this strange God’s phrasing.

The water begins to churn in the already murky waters as the horned spirit urges him to consider. Crimson pupils finally lay on the flesh beside him as he arches his neck and turns his full attention upon him. Considering. What else could he possible desire? What was the next step in his constant conquest for more? He had ruled kingdoms, pulled the strings of rulers, played the puppeteer behind those that couldn’t think for themselves. It was the pursuit of more that had brought him here. Why? What was next?

Perhaps it was time to start anew, retrace steps and see what he had missed the first time? Cross had told him, long before the old man had passed away and he had taken his first toddler steps on his path of debauchery, that for one to have real power… One must have control. Control. A single word that seems to blaze through his despicable  head as he finally turns his glowing gaze to the frothing waters. A disturbing smile given as he does so.

It’s all there before him. The herd of his creation. Like the one from the mountains but so much more organized, fuller, complete. Mares and stallions alike, begging for his cruelty. For the sharp touch of his pain that brings both revulsion and pleasure. Chains of bone around their hooves or shackled around their necks. They wear their fetters with pride, as if they were badges of honor. The ones that scream and protest are there as well, as they always will be. They are pried open and picked apart by flocks of unsettling crows that hover above as his pupils do as instructed. His proteges. Researching, learning, discovering the things that nature rebels against. And of course Thana is there and how absolutely terrifying she looks as everything she touches seems to fall apart. The sight of it all makes him insanely aroused, he wishes he could take her right there and then. Amongst them all, in front of yet another deity.

A world of his own creating. A place where he was feared and respected. A place where he was a God. Yes, that was his deepest desire wasn’t it? It was logically the next step… To go backwards to do the impossible. That had been his mistake before. The herd in the mountains had been simple amusement, but it could have been so much more. He could rebuild it, he could improve it. Who needs a kingdom when you could have a cult?

Watching the images play before him, stained red in the steaming heat of the liquid that laps and hisses at his hooves. He can’t help but chuckle, the sound like talons raking against exposed bone. ”Control.” He hisses softly, already knowing Helios can see his vision. As if he didn’t know his desire all along.

Gryffen


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Male
AGE:
Immortal
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Homeless
ABILITIES:
Magic [Advanced]
PLAYED BY:
Krys
#4
He is indifferent to his presence, and perhaps that is what is most intriguing to him –

The sheer power trembling from the razor-sharp edge of his pronged horns provoke neither worry nor uncertainty; he does not flinch, and he does not shy away from the inevitable prowess of magic standing before him. He could probe his mind, to see what experiences have wrestled themselves beneath his pallid flesh – he could seek to find the inevitably dark and insidious past lurking just beneath the placid surface of an otherwise unmoved and indifferent façade – but he does not. In part because he would prefer the enigma of unpredictability – ever the God of Chaos, he so does crave destruction – but perhaps, more than that, he simply does not care. His past was of little interest to him.

Gryffen is but a small and infinitesimal speck of nothingness; a distant and faintly glowing remnant of a dying star in an otherwise vast and remarkable universe – yet, there is a softly spoken promise laced in the vision that becomes evident before him in the crystalline spring. It is not his past, but the potential of his future that stokes the inferno inside of the taut chest of the deity standing alongside him. The fire along his flank becomes brighter; a glowering, scalding blaze that would not be put out, just as his own desire for mayhem and dismay would never die. A wry and wicked smile touches the corner of his mouth, and a chuckle that is dark and humorless passes his pursed lips.

The roiling hunger stirring inside of the writhing belly of the mortal before him is enough to solidify his decision: control, he hisses, and Helios can hardly suppress the low and dangerous laughter from his throat. Soon, the spring before him is bubbling forth, building with immense pressure until the blistering, boiling water is pooling over the edges of the jagged stone containing it. All the while, his vision is swept away with the trickling water, and replaced with the vivid and stark image of Astraldune: swathed in starlight but cloaked in darkness.

”To the south, there lay a land called Astraldune in the heart of Noc, along the southern shoreline of Eventide. It is a desert, with stone and cacti and sand, but there lay an oasis to provide reprieve from the endless dunes." He pauses, his molten stare focused onto the endless horizon cast across the sea. "It is not barren, but it is leaderless. Take it. Prove to me that you are worthy to have control, and that you can wield the prowess of leadership, and I will recreate the dark and dismal forest that you crave most for your wretched harem.”


Astraldune has been surrendered in the wake of Solomon’s leave, and @ Gryffen will henceforth be its keeper. If Gryffen can maintain leadership and activity for two (2) seasons (Winter of Year 2 and Spring of Year 3), Astraldune will be forever changed by the will of Helios into a territory more suiting of Gryffen and his herd. 

Leadership is effective immediately.

All current residents can refuse to leave the territory, and they can fight to take control of the territory, but they must choose a leader and that chosen leader must challenge Gryffen to a battle for control over the territory. 

Due to the nature of Helios putting Gryffen into power, a leadership vote cannot be requested nor cast, and only a direct challenge can usurp Gryffen, for thirty (30) following his placement as leader. After the thirty (30) day waiting period, Gryffen is subject to any leadership change attempt.
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Coolest Bad Guy You Know

20 Posts
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GENDER:
Male
AGE:
Senile
SPECIES:
ORIENTATION:
DOMICILE:
Astraldune
ABILITIES:
Skeleton Physiology
[T1 - Beginner]
PLAYED BY:
Jeje
#5
bad news spreads like wildfire.
The deity is amused and the feeling of anticipation begins to tingle and spread further across his spine. The criss cross scars from his time spent with darker spirits begins to itch as the heat from his companion seems to reach to him, crawling along his drenched pelt like fire in the wind.  The vision in the water begins to change, not by his own doing but by the one beside him.  It’s replaced by a sandy wasteland coated with the night sky. A desert. Of all places. A fucking desert. This was not going to impress his heavily pregnant girlfriend in the least.

The horned one speaks of the place and he listens without great enthusiasm. As if picking up on his thoughts, the offer to recreate the land into one of his choice is presented. With a price. Always a price. The ghost considers the deal, there’s no price to pay here that’s too great. There rarely ever is. Turning to look at the impressive God, a curl of satisfaction on his lips. ”I like you Helios. I think we will create some terrible things together. Terrible… But great.” Challenge accepted.
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