Ciruin Trembles...

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Ciruin Trembles...

Postby Lavelia » Tue May 30, 2017 8:25 pm

Deep beneath the surface of Ciruin, magic begins to well up and pulse outward in random waves that cause parts of the continent to begin shaking violently. These pulsing quakes are far more violent in some places while others feel barely even a light tremor...

In the North...

With a sigh Ayame stares up at the night sky. Beneath her boot-clad feet the ground trembles and rocks and stones skitter past her down the rocky path. She begins to rethink her plan for traveling north to Drelvar, the grand city of the Dwarves. Turning, her decision made, she heads back towards Turenyara to await the time when the ground stops trembling and travel is safer.

In the South...

He glares out across the drifting sand, finding it difficult to get enough purchase to stay standing. There was prey to be tracked, hunted, and slaughtered. But his feet could barely get purchase on the hard-packed ground due to the shaking going on. It was almost as though the world were being reformed, the land shifting and realigning beneath his feet. With a soft yet fervent curse Sage turns and travels to the closer Canopia City and settles into the tavern there with the rest of the adventurers that couldn’t travel, train, or even budge from the city without encountering the shifting of the world around them.

In the East…

Cookie continued to train against all sorts of creatures that lurked along the King’s Road. While she took an equal beating to the one that she gave out. Every so often she would feel a tremor and it would cause her strike to miss, or fall short, but mostly she simply continued to keep the road cleared out of enemies to the kingdom.

In the West…

Nitehawk skittered and then fell over, landing hard on his side as the world began to shift beneath his feet. It took him a moment to return to an upright position, standing and he had to grab onto a tree in order to stay upright. The quake subsided temporarily and he made a mad dash for the Outpost, settling in there where it was at least somewhat safe. When it began again he helped the shopkeeper keep the various wares on the many shelves around the room and in the camp the logger’s cursing drifted in through the violently swaying door.

~Fin~

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Re: Ciruin Trembles...

Postby JadeFalcon » Wed May 31, 2017 9:22 am

"He finished cleaving off meat from the dead gnome. Supper.
Birds took flight, and the land trembled. He smiled - a changing world always attracts new opportunity. New prey. Food."
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Re: Ciruin Trembles...

Postby Commander KO » Sat Sep 23, 2017 10:47 am

The owl swooped under shade of cloud. The dim akin to dusk where one is blind in their home. Tje same hour many are moved in ambush or concealmemt of their heart's crime.

The law can't heal a heart so wisdom left in the few birds owl snagged and treated the owlettes to a feast. Father Owl said to Elder Brother Owl, "We shall save a portion for your brother in the farlands but it not today then toss it out so the dead can eat too.


Nitehawk tipped in tip of scale winds. Gail and gust, bluster without zephyr. As a bird shares he mind if a tree the whole trunk fell uprooted from family and land, soil and ten thousand roots.


At the outpost grumble humble loggers like Marcus the Amish woodcutter came in with daisy complaints.

The door was violent always for they tree died horribly and unlike having the power of Game Master Chris, no avian life force was able to resurrect the tree.

He remembers while playing stocker of the good shop that on his side the world was shifting beneath his feet which were planted in thin air facing SxSW or the opposite as all leads back to the shop, long or short, his mad dash is super sport turbo buttoned nitro and oxygen plus oxytocin.

So the mage near the air above the meagre brambles knows DM NH needs a 90° orientation or to just master side-to-side because he has front and back, in and out, tiltig corners, even rise and pancakes made by the devil's own UHOP.

Universal continuation soon, make room on the rafters somewhere, the mage called Klow needs to hang from them dear friends....wood and beam, plank and gable, soil and sky, bye...
Only fools fight in burning houses


afi / december underground

eyes set to kill f1 darling don't lie to me, don't mind me i'm only dying and behind these masks we renegade, against the sound

from first to last ♡ secrets don't make friends

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Re: Ciruin Trembles...

Postby Commander KO » Sat Sep 23, 2017 12:03 pm

Ayame might know but another, Kayo was near, he had good boots taken from a challenger who kept his life. The boots too would have stayed on the resigner of combat but they said Doc Martin Made in England.

Not Asia, no hater, but never heard of those places but knew from worlds before, the lay of some lands, but had the red laces were taken off and wrapped around his head as a double halo....

"Jolly and good man, blood remains on head not foot or ankle, go take a warm water cleansing, and then a cold, hot, cold."

Then Kayo redacted, "My print was maybe off if the warm water heals you in a way you knew not the sickness was even there. If not do all I say and your system will be shock changed."

Walking into a dip and sinking into ground KO could be heard, "Caution as all who do that react differently."


This shift of running stone and skipping soil clumps made him Kayo go south and within.

North and up was the plan. His mind worked oddly all in all for even his steps went southeast as true south.....down diagonal

The right hemisphere of analytical thought began by the prompting of shaking lands and sands....he began to see more and hear what whispers the soil and all from it could share to a dumb and deaf one as a newborn.

Maybe all out under sky were changing paths like him by instinct.

A switch flips, and all would meet at a focal point or two.

Meet in mind aligned even if not same place or time for Kayo just went into a tree with a larger room within than appeared possible by the trunk size.

A feast was being prepared.
A wedding was ending.
Kiss to kiss.
No rings.

Broom hop.
Hand to hand.
A year and a day.
Kayo would not feast.

Light lined a path from east to west and back again. It was seen by all for the path of illumination came close to tree entrance..

Let it be the exit too, KO sulked.

Or...not. Exploring was fun for Comrade Knockout. And maybe an dryad or another would go with him as escorts to each other.
Only fools fight in burning houses


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eyes set to kill f1 darling don't lie to me, don't mind me i'm only dying and behind these masks we renegade, against the sound

from first to last ♡ secrets don't make friends

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Re: Ciruin Trembles...

Postby Commander KO » Sat Oct 28, 2017 1:08 am

The lone assassin on a ranger was Veldrin.

His shadow queen Lara was reviving the dead alone.

This gathering follows her until she becomes an it. An Lara. An heroine. Overdosed on heroin. A sacred prostitute. A temple of valest princess.

Masks off.

"We seem scarier like this," Mericat smiles with sheer terror lacing his eyes. No mascara but real decay underneath our skin.

"Can we find more skin?" a trembling Naykordril, son of a son of a son of an ancient empire exclaims.

"No." Says Chuckchill the Ravager. Another son of a son of a son of a legend.

Daelina drives onto the lift and steps out of the Range Rover.

Up it goes as Kayo in jumpsuit looks up at the undercarriage for damage. None.

Then to the extended cow pusher grillwork to take out the caltrops....silly things had this vehicle was actually what it appeared to be...

Then Kayo and...."stop, stop don't say my name", a soft voice pleads....

Kayo smirks, "Right, but I never was let into old Silhouette, shame you got booted for having a better member cry foul over being catfished thinking the girl was a boy."

"Whatever he is more of a girl than me but you Kayostar!"

"Kayo please that person died.....sorta."

"Well Kay, at least I didn't pretend to be human or any other crit under creation."

"Kayo grimaces", oddly he says it as he does it.

"Drop out of character please," Sorna and Lana say in unison sans echo.

"Never but here we all are sans a few more dears in the yellow, orange, and red flame."

Kayo continues, "Blue flame here, blue flame there, blue blood in us, blue blood in them too."

As all bleed and we feed, incubus and sucubus reveal true forms by waking many up for the first time in true day.

Night is over. Who are we as healthy and wealthy folk without fight or fright? Alive and may that dead beach bit batch bishop baby baby live too.....eagles dare.

On to the road and up to the interstate to drop more caltrops onto the future of Ciruin. We shall not let it come. Present now. Past is illusion. So are you.
Only fools fight in burning houses


afi / december underground

eyes set to kill f1 darling don't lie to me, don't mind me i'm only dying and behind these masks we renegade, against the sound

from first to last ♡ secrets don't make friends


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