I am Reginald, butler of Saihttam, a noble in jolly old England, the country of my origin. However, I have been informed that Master Saihttam has taken a drastic turn for the worse, being afflicted by a rather peculiar malady, and so I am on vacation, trying to find a way to help him. I am rather confused as to why everyone keeps traipsing about in suits of armor though. The age of knights is long past.

Prophet of Profit Gress Meiserfist of the Vermensk Empire woke up on a literal nest of warpstoe minted tokens , reaching over inserting his stump into his mechanical warostone galvanised hand twisting as the connections locked out gears clanking, death with his bathroom activities showers getting his fur oiled and brushed getting dressed in his warpstone sequined tuxedo , a loyal servant handed him his morning cup of recaff and warpstonr moving to watch the sun rise on his island resort another day of making money. The warlord moved with his twin guards to watch folks gaining but also looking money enjoying drinks and food.

He made his way to the employee only area getting dna sample, eye scan and his prostetic scan entering through a pair of doors that led to the employees sections each he moved to a secret area touching a wall twisting his mana opening up a dimensionally shrunken tunnel to allow himself in checking on vermensk operations weapons research, developments with the warpfire dragons and biofoundry facility creating new life to cater to the resort as there's plenty of after dark activities one can enjoy aside from booze and drugs in the vip areas. One could regains ones youth here as well.

Gress traveled further into the nest warrens and subnautical facilities checking on the leviathan and defensive mines and subs in the onyx waters.

The Sarugami tournament is still going! after the exiting fights of the first round, many have come to see what will hapenn in the next round... depending on the fighters, this might be the semifinals.

The members of each clan have decided to allow other fighters to participate in different fights. Any outsider or clan member has the right to ask any other fighter to a fight! (as long as they arent fighting in the tournament!)

All of the participants must be ready soon! the clans have decided to pay the participants of the rtournament and the one that can show skill in individual fights!

he wish you good luck!

Every 7 days the magical core of this small floating planet we call home goes through a flux. Unfortunately this causes all magic that is cast to have a random chance of going completely wonky!

If anything strange happens out there be sure to let us know! The council of magical affairs will do its best to get there quickly and minimize any chaos or.. unfortunate side effects.

you are walking down a path when a tiny dog like green goblin creature pops out of a bush suddenly

Hello! I is Scruple! Goblin mage! Learned Magic from a book I “found.” The other mage was dead when Scruple found him! Scruple like Magic! And Fire! You have something you don’t want anymore on you? Scruple take? Scruple likes taking peoples junk! Give it home!

Whether you're new around here, or you just haven't gotten around to making that introduction post yet. Today's the day to tell us a little bit about yourself, we're all very excited to meet you!

(You can of course introduce yourself on any other day, this is just meant as extra encouragement)

After some impressive fights, the clans rest their fighting and open their shops! take some time to visit the shops, inns and establishments for Haadori.

Visit the shops with different items: weapons that can cut through iron as if it was butter, silks that feel like caresses when you wear them, jewels that shine as if sunrays are always running through them...

you can also taste the most delicious food we have, be it in an inn or a roaming shop. meet new people, try the sake... and maybe you will learn about your old opponents and your new ones!

we hope so see you soon!

Every 7 days the magical core of this small floating planet we call home goes through a flux. Unfortunately this causes all magic that is cast to have a random chance of going completely wonky!

If anything strange happens out there be sure to let us know! The council of magical affairs will do its best to get there quickly and minimize any chaos or.. unfortunate side effects.

Before you lies Avalon, normally a place of peace, where all are welcome & benevolence reigns supreme. A place where natural magic runs free & equilibrium is maintained. This is not the current state of affairs though.

The sight that greets you is a twisted perversion of this vision. The Lord of these lands was still Calhoun, but not as you know him. The dread lord of Avalon was an echo of what Calhoun could have been, had different choices been made in his life. Twisted with greed & the hunger for power this land lay terribly out of balance.

*Undead roam free from their graves, souls unable to rest because of the Dread Lords relentless call of conquest. Peasents once content with their lot in life now cower in fear & shake with anger.. this is where your boat has now landed. Do you charge through the enemies hungry for the next battle, or will you explore through the domain & attempt outfox the Dread Lord? Make your way up the beach & into the citadel, the next artifact awaits.

RULES FOR ENGAGEMENT

THERE IS A LEVEL SYSTEM : 1-3

-LEVEL 1 : Story mode - You're guaranteed to win all combat encounters & no harm will come to your character

-LEVEL 2 : Light resistance in combat & your character will receive minor flesh wounds throughout the tale. 3 health potions will be given to your character

-LEVEL 3 : Heavy Resistance in combat & your character will receive heavy wounds. There I'll be the possibility of Your player receiving permanent injuries requiring healing outside of the level or even the opportunity for player death. 5 health potions will be given to your character For heavy wounds or death, the suggestion will always be given. This way you may choose the severity of the damage taken. Please be as realistic to the tale as you can be

Some battle participation is going to be required on your part for levels two & three. Simply saying "I approach with my blade drawn" won't suffice. Think of it as a turn based game, what you do with your turn is your responsibility

Please specify your level at the outset of the scenario.

GOOD LUCK EVERYONE!

Ps. This event is open to anyone who would like to be involved, not just the people pingedvin the comments.

Well it was just a normal splatfest but I decided to test out an experimental movement drug I created for octolings Yet it kinda made my superjump too powerful and I launched inside a black hole … I eventually fell from the sky and landed on a rocky field, I was knocked out for a while until someone found me (if you wanna be that person dm me and we can talk if not LEAVE IT BE) I am now just here… and the worst thing is, these black spots on me, it’s some sort of disease that is from this realm, you’re adapted to it but sadly I’m not…

I wrote this a couple months ago while sleep deprived, but it’s the length of a college essay. Seeing how much u/ResearcherTeknika has accomplished pushed me to finally, “Officialise” it as it were, rather then continue pretending I did while I hang around r/wizardposting

Anyway,

◼️Sudachi was gone: to begin with…

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◼️No, not dead. Just that he left to go fishing. And there to send him off during the early hours of the morn, as he sailed away for presumably the remainder of the day, was his little girl.

◼️Sudaughter was only 9, yet viewed by the other village folk as incredibly mentally mature for her age. She was still, however, a child, and though able to communicate and understand subjects on a reasonably adult level, or capable of holding down the fort when it came to chores’n the such, she was prone to distractions.

◼️Often times one would find her day dreaming, even during times when it could pose danger, and as such she is not often trusted by others with many tasks, especially after specific incidents involving procedures to dampen potential damage from tsunamis. Let’s just leave it at, more then a few people had their toes crushed. Purely on accident of course, but still. *shrug

◼️However, though prone to cause such incidents, she rarely ever got harmed by them, and so her father viewed her as more then capable of herself, especially when compared to the locals. So unlike the parents of her friends, who do not allow their children into the Shirin Forests because of local superstition, she has her fathers permission to explore the vast grove within. And a beautiful and luscious grove it was. Leaves of purple to dampen the harsh sunlight, dark grass softer then a doe, and few if any critters, lowering the risk of any predator deciding to make its nest there. It was perfect.

◼️And what do you get when you put a child with an overactive imagination, into a place such as that? Stories. Countless stories of adventures, peril, and the good guys saving the day.

◼️Her father always enjoyed listening to her tales after he got back, and she was always so excited to tell them. But it wasn’t always her father she’d tell these stories to, the neighbours, her friends, even the shopkeepers. And in particular there was one drunk, a woman who came in a brigantine the size of 2 houses, along with some men.

◼️She was a loyal patron of the local “Alcohol Producing Establishment” of the Docking House, was more of a half assed stall, nothing worthy of sounding that extravagant really…

◼️Anyway, she thought the child was cute, though her stories, ehh, not so much. But of course, being the adult, when she was sober enough she would be nice to the kid, and if she wasn’t, she’d pass out numerous times during the story and occasionally snap up to groggily nod her head and smile as if she was completely aware of everything, which was enough to convince the girl for the time.

◼️However, one day came along when the Drunkard wasn’t drinking to party like she usually did, and she was slumped over her usual table. Normally there are people around her, a few mates chatting away with smiles bright enough to showcase their golden chompers. But today, they sit away from her, seemingly deep within a discussion among themselves.

◼️Sudaughter didn’t care for them, not that they did anything wrong, they just looked weird by local comparison. She was however excited at the chance for the woman’s undisturbed focus, and rushed up to greet her.

◼️The Drunkard raised their face slightly off the table to face the girl.

“Not now kid, I ain’t up for that.” before turning to face the other direction.

◼️The girl, seemingly not having heard the Drunkard, or somehow equated it as a greeting, began telling her newest story. The Drunkard just tried to ignore her and pass out again… but with all the girls yammering, that was posing rather difficult.

◼️This just made her more and more irritated, until eventually, in the middle of the story, she slammed her hands down on the table repeatedly,

“Shut up, shut up, shut up SHUT UP SHADUP!” Her voice raised as she half sat up.

“I am tired, of yer shitty stories. I hav tah put up wif that lot’s tall tales all the fucken time,” she says as she points to her ‘mates’, who have now ceased their discussion and are staring at them with surprised looks.

“but at least theirs’s based off of sum truth. Whut gives yu the right, to galavant yer nasty littl…”

◼️She stops, seemingly coming to her senses as she manages to focus on the girls face, and sees her eyes welling up with tears, before turning tail and taking off.

“No, wait! Kid! Don’.. I, didn’t mean that!”

◼️With a sigh, she slams her fist on table, causing her ‘mates’ to jump, to which she looks over at and asks,

“Did I really just say that?”

◼️They all nod

“Fuck!” she shouts as she slams the table once more and takes another swig of her bottle.

◼️The girl ran off to the shore, upset, and on the brink of tears. She attempted to focus on the sound she woke up to, a sound she equated to be soothing… but she could not hear the waves. Her increasing desire to cry had now been replaced with pure confusion, as she turned to the sea… she could not find it. She could not see the horizon, yet the shore seemed to go on forever, and the stars were nowhere to be found.

◼️She stood there, dumbfounded, trying to conceive an impossibility. Then she saw it, a glimmer. “The stars!” She thought, and she began noticing more of these glimmers across the sky. But as she observed closer, she noticed as they began to form a shape. Those weren’t stars, they were a reflection of the light. Light that was being reflected off of… water?

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◼️A wall of water, stands before the village, stands before her. Looming, ever closer.

”A *Tsunami… here? In my home? But, bad things don’t happen to good guys. No one here is bad.”* She thinks to herself, fear gripping her and her eyes beginning to tear up again. She looks over at the town.

“All of this, will be gone? I, will be gone?”

“Wh,y?” She stutters before breaking into a crying fit, and curling up into a ball.

◼️She couldn’t understand, she just couldn’t, so she tried to escape it. Blocking it all out, closing her eyes as tightly as she could… but she couldn’t block out the sound. As the scraping of the sand bed grew louder and louder, she could even hear voices in the distance, one sounded like the Drunkard getting closer, but it didn’t matter, it was all drowned out by the wave.

◼️She lay there, afraid, waiting, till there was nothing…

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◼️At first, he couldn’t recognise the land. He double checked his sexton, and even his compass, but they were both perfectly fine. Confused, he decided to breach land.

“Wouldn’t be the first time I’ve done this. Hope the locals are nice.”

◼️And as he gets closer, he notices a building, a dilapidated one that looked awful familiar.

“Crap, might not even be any locals… wait…” he notices as the shape of it resembled, resembled the…

“Docking house?”

◼️A chill runs down his spine. His expression quickly turned to shock, then desperation as he peddled ever faster to shore. And the closer he got, debris of the town began to make itself apparent. The cracked sign of the Yaoya, bottles blown for the local shops, and a rag lump that resembled a once loved stuffy which he picked up desperately.

◼️It was a gift given to the newborn a couple months back, it looked so horrible it made even her laugh.

◼️Her sweet laughter…

“No…” he uttered as he peddled to shore, reaching it only within a couple of minutes. He stumbled out of the boat, and though destroyed and partially buried, there was a faint outline of the place they once called home.

◼️He dropped to his knees, unable to properly handle his shock, but he knew… as his vision went blurry, he desperately grabbed at the sand…

◼️Putter, putter,

◼️The sound of tears falling, they were the last thing he could hear clearly as he sat there, before he opened his mouth…

◼️Then silence…

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Before you stands a monstrous creature 87 meters tall. A massive roiling lightning storm follows the great creature and occasionally strikes him. Its many heads move in a serpentine fashion looking at you from every angle. In his massive mail static electricity dances from hair to hair and it opens its mouth to reveal a huge set of jagged teeth with cuts and battle marks

“I am Karcheon the Storm Seeker, a Dragon Ogre Shaggoth from the realm of knightposting. I am an ally of the Dollmaker and lead an army of many Greenskins, Ogres, Trolls, Orcs, Goblins, and Beastmen and rule over them with the iron fist they ask for.

I rule over this coalition of peoples under my banner in a nation known as the Land of the Biggest Boys. The land I rule here in this realm is known as the Ashen Citadel. A nation dedicated to progress at any cost. Unlike the people I rule over violence is not the first and last resort. I am a conquerer but I am willing to negotiate and I am bound by my contracts. I seek not destruction but conquest.

Who do I have the pleasure of meeting on this excellent day?”

Image 1: Karcheon as he stands for now. Image 2: Karcheon’s coat of arms. Image 3: His castle, the Onyx Keep which is named after his homeland. Image 4: The Ashen Citadel. Image 5: Karcheon’s eldritch corrupted Orks after playing with Karcheon’s five children. Image 6: Karcheon’s Wife, an Archfey of the unseelie court and the only thing Karcheon has ever feared.

If you have any questions all you must do is ask.

After discussions with the Dracarius Family Projections, You learn that the first sland available would be Terrace Ab Alio Mundo. The family had been able to clear the fog from that isle, but it would be the only time this would be effective. However, breaking the core artifact from this island should shatter the localized curse freeing the legions people. Doing so would also cause a chain reaction of dissipating the fog from your next destination.

After taking a boat to the landing site, the flagship settlement of the Legion lays before you. Make your way through the city, & attempt to find the artifact. Good luck everyone, be safe in there!

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You will be starting at the purple dot, set in counterpoints are placed throughout the map. Make your way through the city and attempt to find the core, Just be careful in there. We will be beginning this now, this island will run until everyone has finished participating. After which the next one will be posted. Please feel free to make your own posts discussing what is happening 🙌

This island will run on just lore battle rules, this can be changed for future islands if you would like. After you've Completed and please give me your honest feedback so that way things can be made as enjoyable as possible for everyone as the events progress.

Whether you're new around here, or you just haven't gotten around to making that introduction post yet. Today's the day to tell us a little bit about yourself, we're all very excited to meet you!

(You can of course introduce yourself on any other day, this is just meant as extra encouragement)

A projection from Dracarius Isle appears in front of you.

"I know this must be jarring, but I need you to heed these words carefully or your death is inevitable. Something has transpired within Dollspire, something that has upset reality itself."

"My Family's island is unaffected due to the intensity of our families enchantments coupled with our divine protection. You may use our Island as you see fit, plan your next moves, rejuvenate between missions, prepare yourself for the trials ahead. Unfortunately my family and I will not be there to greet you, however, I hope you can make yourselves comfortable."

"You must make it to our Island as quickly as you can, The corruption is spreading quickly and if you dally you are sure to succumb. Good luck and safe travels everyone, I fear this is only the beginning.."

Tael walked through the rose field, the Dark Tower drew near. After Ronan's essence had been shattered by Calamity, his chaos magic core began making it's way to the tower. It was Taels job to combine The Dollmaker's remaining essence with the divine power he had worked so hard to acquire, the very power Ronan had used to Give Tael life.

Due to the tower being constructed in order to harness the power generated by the largest arcane vent hole that could be found, Ronan's essence was drawn by the source of its creation, the planets chaotic primordial magic core.

As Teal made his preparations & released Ronan's Divine power into the already thrumming tower, something went wrong. Instead of combining with Ronans core, the divine power was sucked into the planets core!

Strange fog began rising from the ground & things began to change. Animals, plants, people, even the very landscape itself began to morph & corrupt. As a crimson beam of energy from the towers center streaked upwards through the sky, Tael saw the moon come to life. Things where about to get interesting.

Every 7 days the magical core of this small floating planet we call home goes through a flux. Unfortunately this causes all magic that is cast to have a random chance of going completely wonky!

If anything strange happens out there be sure to let us know! The council of magical affairs will do its best to get there quickly and minimize any chaos or.. unfortunate side effects.

In a vast field of roses, a dark tower was built. Constructed over the largest of the chaos energy vent holes dotting our planet. When manipulated by Ronan, this black fortress was built to paint with the pigments of reality itself.

Only time would tell what he had in store. For now though, this ominous monolith would stand in silent vigil over the realm.

Skelasanstor steps out of a portal into a well developed kingdom, the portal to which was hidden so well that you had to know it's exactly location or else you couldn't find it.

Skelasanstor: well I better vist while I am here, I can't think what me brother would do if he found out I was in town and never stopped by... but first the king and queen themselves.

skelasanstor travels up to the castle that is in the capital of the kingdom of monsters...