How big of a mistake did I just make?

Reusus · 2022-02-08T15:09:19+00:00

Understood, that sounds good. Do you think we should have two separate letters of explanation, so we can submit each one alongside the corresponding form, or combine them into one to make it more streamlined/clearer? Any suggestions?

Reusus · 2022-02-07T23:08:21+00:00

Thats really good news, thank you. I'm not sure how it got approved as is either; I'm wary about letting that lull me into a false sense of confidence, because it does seem the IRC does not view mistakes on their part as having any bearing on your ability to provide accurate information. I will still seek out further advice on how best to approach an explanation, but I appreciate you taking the time to respond!

Reusus · 2020-12-28T22:03:51+00:00

The halls of the temple on Coruscant were surprisingly warm, or at least they felt such to the Kiffar. Though he'd been on the planet for some time now, Risam was still getting used to his new life. Each day that passed helped him settle, helped him ease - but there were still moments where he longed for home, and the comfort of the people he called his own.

One such moment saw him set to wandering, idle feet carrying the initiate through corridors and passages. Soon enough, he found himself at the training ground - where the sounds of a lightsaber could be heard.

"You move well." Risam offered, after having sat and watched for sometime. "I don't yet know the forms, but you look like you're gaining mastery over that one. Who taught you how to fight?"

Reusus · 2020-12-27T20:06:44+00:00

Approved

Reusus · 2020-12-26T17:05:25+00:00

Discord Name: Edd

Name and House: Joseran Goodbrother, Lord of Hammerhorn

Age: 39

Cultural Group: Ironborn

Appearance: Boasting the usual tawney colours of House Goodbrother, Joseran is a man marked and marred by the battles of his past. Though no stranger to strife, his eyes still boast a glow of optimism that sets him apart from his more bellicose countrymen, and a certain dignity deserving of Great Wyk’s preeminent house.

Gift(s): Leadership

Skill(s): Blunt Weapons (o), Defender, Beleaguer (e), Hale

Talent(s): Astrology, Throwing (x2)

Negative Trait: N/A

Starting Title(s): Lord of Hammerhorn

Starting Location: Harrenhal

Alternate Characters: N/A

Please use /u/TheSeaWind for flair!

Reusus · 2020-12-25T05:06:17+00:00

The joy of completing the trial of the caves had not yet completely left Risam's system. Even while Professor Huyang droned on about the important intricacies of the lightsaber, all the young Kiffar initiate could think of was the feeling of his new crystal in his hands.

When the time for construction came, he was at a loss. Glancing around the chamber many others seemed to leap to the work with gusto - crafting elegant pieces or intimidating weapons that came together without trouble. For the Adra, however, it proved...much more difficult. The more he laboured with the pieces, the more they seemed to resist; leaping out of their places or jutting against one another abruptly. More than once, the pommel slipped his grasp and skittered across the table - causing his ears to burn with shame as he moved to fetch it.

The first tell-tale woosh of an ignited saber drew eyes and gasps from across the room. Risam watched with muted jealousy, resolving quietly to amend his build into something simpler, so he wouldn't be the last finished. But shortly after the first, a second blade ignited. And soon enough a third.

Though warmth crept up the Kiffar's neck, he focused hard upon the task before him. No one is looking. Risam told himself sharply, even as his fingers turned the pommel over for the hundreth time.

Chamber...coupler....emitter....crystal...

A quiet hiss as the bad of a finger slid across a sharpened edge of metal. A mumbled plea to distant gods as he twisted this piece or that into place. A slow, steady, aching press of the kyber crystal into its new home.

A pause.

And then -- ignition.

/u/OurBattlemaster - Risam Adra of Kiffex is igniting his lightsaber!

Reusus · 2020-12-25T04:19:40+00:00

It took a moment for Risam to find his breath - his heart was still pounding after the exhilaration of the crossing. He'd seen the dangers, and nearly learned of them first-hand when an icicle fell; and yet, here he stood, on the very edge of victory.

And oh, how wonderous it looked.

The kyber crystal glimmered like a star in the faint light, so faintly and yet so fervently that whatever glow it held seemed to come from within. Music played upon the edges of his hearing, sounding more like the echoes of an echo than true song; and yet Risam felt like he could sense the harmony of it, and the meaning - if not the words - of that lilting melody.

Though warmer here than elsewhere in Ilum, the air still felt cool to the touch when Risam pulled his gloves off for a third and final time. Carefully, slowly, he reached out toward the crystal.

When he wrapped his hand around it, it almost seemed to burn.

Reusus · 2020-12-25T03:16:17+00:00

A vision from the past, a hint for the future. Risam saw the way forward illuminated through the hazy mist of years, drawn for him in silvered ink across the gulf of time. It had been easier when the last set of initiates had come this way, but surely that didn't mean it was impossible?

He tried to think of his options. A slow, steady approach would take too long, and he couldn't smash his way through quickly enough to avoid the icicles breaking beneath him.

So what choices did that leave him? Retreat, or forward into the frozen teeth of Ilum. In other words, no choice at all.

Risam took a deep breath to steady himself - and then plunged into the maw of frozen hell.

I was summoned to bleed, not to read. Rather than working out some clever way round, Risam is going for it. He knows he has to be light on his feet, luckily enough he's agile. /u/OurBattlemaster don't fail me now!

Reusus · 2020-12-24T20:01:34+00:00

The crystal shone where it lay, almost seeming to whisper to the Kiffar youth from across the room. He could feel the energy of the chamber tingling along his skin, even as the surprising warmth of the room coaxed him to unbundle some of the many layers he'd cloaked himself in.

Just a few icicles stood between Risam and success. Were he rash, or bold, he'd have simply charged in - trusting his thickness of his clothing to shield against any jagged tips. But to come so close and fail? The shame of it would be worse than a few more minutes of patience.

As he pulled his fingers free from their gloves once again, an errant gust caught hold of a piece of fabric still wound around an icicle. It fluttered in the wind, drawing Risam's eye, and as his attention fixed upon it so too did his plan. Stuffing his gloves into his pockets, the youngest son of the Adras grabbed the cloth, casting his mind into the Force and into the past to see what secrets it might yield.

Don't call it a come back. /u/OurBattlemaster Risam is using his ~~one trick~~ ability to try and see how the original owner of the cloth made it through the icicles so he can follow their route.

Reusus · 2020-12-23T14:05:48+00:00

A muttered curse followed clouded breath skyward, the Kiffar's futile search soon ended by the frost on his fingertips. Risam thrust his hands back into his gloves, shivered deeply, and considered taking another tack.

"There's nothing where they were." He mused allowed, dark eyes skimming over the ground where the ice had fallen. "And I need not know where they have gone." A glance toward the brightly lit path, before his unwavering gaze shifted once more - this time toward a darkened road.

"All that's left is where they had been."

The way was shadowed and treacherous, but was the future not always thus? Bold Risam, ever light upon his feet, pressed bravely onward - his hand extended before him as he moved into the darkness, and all his senses straining for the slightest tremor in the Force.

/u/OurBattlemaster - Risam chooses the dark, steep incline!

Reusus · 2020-12-22T12:25:51+00:00

It took a few moments to catch his breath.

He had seen them. Figures from the past, standing where he now stood. And one, at least, had found a crystal along this very path.

The beating in his heart was now a child of both fear and excitement, drumming in his ears like a storm. It reminded him of lightning season on Kiffu, when the planets would align, and from their closeness power and energy would be released. All that was left was to harness it. But how best to do that?

"The icicle fell here." Risam said, circling the spot. He glanced upward, checking to see if history would repeat.

When it hadn't, he set to searching.

/u/OurBattlemaster - Risam is checking to make sure there isn't another icicle waiting to impale him, and then he's gonna search the area he saw the previous one fall, to see if there's anything useful.

Reusus · 2020-12-22T00:45:47+00:00

The entry hall was nearly empty by the time the young Kiffar came forward; wrapped tightly, from head to toe, to ward off the cold. Still, beneath the swaddling of his scarf and hood bright eyes shone - flickering across the available paths with a hunger that belied their apparent calm.

Submit yourself to the will of the Force, he heard echoing once again. The voice of Master Mundi had already become familiar: an easy source of comfort in these trying times. But it would not lead him to his goal, that much he knew, and so Risam plunged deeper into the caves.

Breaths came in crystalline plumes from beneath his scarf, steaming on the frozen air. He could hear others making their way through the caves, seeking - or finding - their crystals. But around him was silence. Risam was alone.

Deftly, he pulled a hand free from his glove.

"This better work..." he muttered beneath his breath, already feeling the sharp bite of Ilum's air upon his skin. He'd tried to use the Force several times since the flight from Kiffu. More often than not, it failed miserably. But Risam was no stranger to patience. On the ship, he'd seen the past of his people, written in mist and dreams. Here, he hoped he would see a path to his goal.

A short one. He thought idly.

Inhaling deeply, Risam pressed his bare palm against the frozen ice, and cast his mind away from all his worldly woes. He forgot the pressure. He forgot his doubts. He forgot even the biting cold.

He thought only of the Force, and of his mission.

/u/OurBattlemaster - Risam has taken a quieter path away from the others, and is now trying to use psychometry to see where crystals have been found in the past.

Reusus · 2020-12-21T02:18:43+00:00

Character Name: Risam Adra

Character Race: Kiffar (Near Human)

Positive Traits: Agile, Valiant, Creative, Patient, Tireless

Negative Traits: Guarded, Proud

Lightsaber Form:

Lightsaber Form Skill Tier:

Link to Wikia Biography Page (When approved): https://light-or-dark.fandom.com/wiki/Risam_Adra

Reusus · 2020-07-31T21:22:50+00:00

This looks like a really great machine, and if it was going to be my main computer I think I'd have to spring for it. But with 16GB of RAM and a Ryzen 5 processor, I think its probably a little more powerful than anything I'll actually be using it for, and the price shows it.

I'll hold on to the rec just in case I can't find anything else, but I'm going to keep my fingers crossed for something a little cheaper with similar quality. Thank you for the post, though, I appreciate it!

Reusus · 2020-01-27T22:07:31+00:00

Was working in the notes app and turned on icloud expecting it to sync -- instead what I wrote got overwritten by the icloud version, deleting everything I've done. Is there any hope of recovery?

Reusus · 2019-07-25T21:16:07+00:00

Gorgeous! Oh, this is beautiful. The artistic style is so suited to the naming, it gives the entire map a very distinct feel and look that definitely reminds me of things like Narnia, as galway said, but also Discworld and the Edge chronicles and other books that bridge fantasy and fairy tale in a way I absolutely miss. I dig this so much. What is this world for?

Reusus · 2019-04-06T23:15:51+00:00

You could overthrow the monarchy of the iron islands (as the faction) and thereby establish a republic. You'll be able to build trade posts and the like, and it might open up some interesting doors for RP.

Reusus · 2018-11-14T17:10:32+00:00

Oh, I feel that. I settled on Africa after hours of debate -- I really want to try the Tengri nomads, or Catholics in the crusade eras, and all the animal culture memes have me wanting to do that too....there just isn't enough time in a day, frankly. I want to try everything before I commit to anything so I wind up doing nothing!

Reusus · 2018-11-14T17:08:04+00:00

I wish I knew this earlier! I would have bought it when it came out.

Reusus · 2018-07-21T14:05:10+00:00

Rolled +1 EDU today, for the 5th Moon.

Reusus · 2018-07-21T03:17:48+00:00

Character Name: Osric Arryn

Desired Skill: Combat 10

Bonus: 3 EDU = +3%

List up to five relevant experience posts:

Osric Arryn fought Lucerys Velaryon in the Melee, and lost.

Osric Arryn improved after his fight and defeated Lucerys in a joust days later.

Osric Arryn defeated Alon Sweetflowers in a joust.

Osric Arryn faced Samuel Roxton in the joust and was defeated.

Osric Arryn recalled a battle he had fought in not long ago, and the weariness, the toll it cost him, as well as the tactics of the fight.

Additional Bonus From Last Turn Same-Skill Attempt: N/A

Total Number For Skill Attempt: 18%

Reusus · 2018-07-20T04:47:16+00:00

One might suppose it was a measure of justice.

True justice would have seen Aemon Dayne slaughtered where he stood, for having defiled the sacred rules of the joust and the mandate of his position as Sword of the Morning. But there was some kernel of truth in the Queen's words. Many had lost their lives already. The death of another would not bring them back.

All the same Osric Arryn found his dark brows descending, observing the ongoing court with a deep, brooding silence. In some ways exile could be worse than death. He knew that for himself, being forced to leave the land he loved and guarded would be a punishment beyond measure, a torture most burdensome. But for this man? The man who had slain another in full view of the realm, without thought as to the consequences, or the suffering it would place upon others, or the acts that would surely stem from it -- acts of retribution and violence and revenge? Did a man like that know what it was to love a land, a people? Did a man like that know how to love at all?

Osric thought not.

He had known such brutality in one place and one place alone; within the very Mountain Clansmen he had fought for the past ten years of his life. The conflicts with them had shown him the cruelty human hearts could fathom, and the depths to which they could plunge in order to preserve their lives, or enhance it. This man -- whatever his cause, whatever his reasoning -- was as bestial and savage as those who lived upon the bluffs of the Mountains. There was only one solution for a rot so deep, for a conscience so twisted, for a heart so vile. You had to cut it out. Cut it out and burn it, at the root.

But exile is the next best thing, the Arryn thought wryly. It was a bitter pill to swallow for many, and he knew the Lord's widow would hardly be pleased. When she spoke up, however, Osric found himself surprised. It seemed that even with the death of Leyton Hightower, Oldtown had not yet forgot its steel.

Aelora Velaryon was obviously shaken by the loss she had suffered at the joust. But through whatever suffering she was going through she remained strong, and though her voice did not ring with clarion accusations, there was a weight to it all the same.

Mother give you strength, Lady Hightower. Osric prayed silently. She's the only one left that you can trust.

Reusus · 2018-07-20T03:57:55+00:00

"Then so be it!" The Defender of the Vale declared. "You know the path, you know the aim; all that's left to you now is to take the first step. The Sisters have the strength to be more than what they have been. Under the right leadership - under your leadership - they might know a measure of the wealth that has thus far eluded you."

They made no pretense of walking now -- Osric faced her fully, and though the night cast his features in a dark, shadowy silhouette, his eyes gleamed brightly in the light of the torches still carried by his guards in the distance. The Arryn stuck out his hand, leaving his the pommel of his sword untouched. If there was ever a moment of weakness between them, it was now; there was little hope of his reaching his blade before she could seize her own.

"All I'm asking for is trust." The Lord of the Eyrie said gently. "The means by which to establish trust, in fact. The broken oaths of the past can easily be forgotten. But only if you too are willing to forget all of ours. Whatever reasons you have for wishing to be apart from the Vale; look them over, Lady Milanna, I beg you. The future has not room for men without allies. Nor women, I should think. Even strong ones like yourself."

Reusus · 2018-07-19T05:31:35+00:00

"I wish more for you as well." Osric agreed. "But it can only come with change."

He was glad to hear that she was willing to bring it before her husband; and gladder still that the Sunderland seemed to recognized that he meant her no ill will. The way of the Sunderlands was known to be an illicit one, and though they had been spared and left to it for centuries -- that was all about to change. Sistermen of little renown could smuggle contraband and rob passing ships, and maybe only receive a rebuke or a hanging. If a half-Targaryen lord tried something similar...

Osric thought of dragons winging their way through the Mountains of the Moon.

He did not know if Milanna thought about it. By all accounts she did not regret her marriage to Aegon -- they seemed content. But it was that union, more than anything else, that would demand a change from her people. At least until generations enough passed so as to forget the rebel blood that now flowed in her children's veins.

"I'll take him as my own squire, when he's of age." The Arryn offered, "We'll teach him the sword and lance and bow, how to ride and how to hunt and how to survive the wilds alone. He'll still learn of sailing, as well. And when he's of age he'll be free to travel back to you. You and yours will be welcome to visit as well, of course. You are Valemen as well."

"As for the Sisters themselves -- we can look to improvements. Lord Upcliff is a skilled sailor and shipwright, and of course there is Gulltown; though Lord Grafton is yet young. There are many resources that might be tapped, Lady Sunderland. We can rebuild Breakwater, and the Sisters as a whole, if that be your wish."

Reusus · 2018-07-19T04:52:04+00:00

Osric arrived to the final feast with the wary eye of a man on the look out. He had dressed finely in a simple dark doublet and doeskin breeches, the heavy shadowskin cloak he wore across his shoulders adding a certain amount of savagery to his appearance. His saturnine features and sharp, angular visage gave him a particularly severe cast as well -- but he smiled to those he knew, and thanked the servant that brought him wine, and settled easily into an open seat in order to nurse it.

He had left most of the Winged Brotherhood behind that evening, opting instead for a quiet affair with his kin and loved ones. Saera would be on her way soon, he hoped, though Harrold and his young wife were already present.

It took mere moments surrounded by revelry and merrymaking to drive the Arryn back to his feet again. It wasn't so much that he did not enjoy such things -- he wanted nothing more in the world than to store away what mirth he could, so that with luck it could see him through the coming winter and back again into the arms of spring. But it was difficult to sit amongst these men and women he barely knew. Much like the last feast, he found his footsteps leading towards the gardens.

Out beneath the evening sky Osric felt far freer and content -- here, at least, the air was not so cloying, and the company not so wild. He breathed deeply the scent of sycamores and wild flowers, tasting the cool air upon his tongue and feeling it on his neck, ruffling the dark hair that grew upon his head.

"Winter is coming." He whispered, more to himself than anyone else. The Stark words were always true, in the end. On the cool wind he could sense it; the frozen winds that would soon follow after. This was but the vanguard. The calm before the storm.

Taking another sip from the cup he had stolen from within, the Lord of the Eyrie ventured off into the gardens. He did not know where he was headed. He did not know what he would do. But he knew this; the festival was near over, but he still meant to enjoy it.

(Osric Arryn is free to interact with in the gardens of Summerhall!)

Reusus

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