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((A couple of low fires crackled close to one wall of the rather large but oddly shaped cavern. The smell of smoke wafted through the air, however did not interfere with the visitors due to the high ceilings being able to carry it up out of breathing range, for now. The stone was slick with damp moisture and various moss like growths which carpeted some surfaces which caused the occasional slip. The storm outside which caused the troupe to find their shelter inside this cavern had not let up ...
[MINE] A dangerous journey [pt 2]
In Mining ・ By Or'sol
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The troupe of nine seemingly mismatched adventurers ((trudged on through the cold winds and harsh landscapes of snow covered mountains. Any adornments they wore to maintain a semblance of warmth was in vain as the biting cold made short work of getting into every tiny gap and whisking the warmth away to the winds.)) Some, such as Lantana and Torook - a pair of Saltwater Tsabhua - were grounded and forced to maintain contact with the ((harsh mountains and trudge through the deep snows)). Where...
A dangerous journey [pt 1]
In The Six Crucibles ・ By Or'sol
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((A flock of chattering Aerobics flew over the vast Mireh hillsides; their strong wings carrying them on the winds which rustled the grasses and flora creating a wonderfully peaceful ambiance to a wonderfully beautiful day. Ashdod let out a contented sigh as yet another wave of peace washed through her like the wind washed through the grasses around her.)) Mireh was quite different so far inland, but similar enough to her waters that nothing felt too foreign. As if beckoned by her intense pea...
Burning Questions [Woo Ashdod]
In Diplomacy ・ By Or'sol
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The rhythm of Dylidae's steady pace thumping on the ground, or gliding through waters, sent Nepeta to sleep with Lantana fighting the urge herself. The whelps had exhausted themselves of questions and it became quite clear, at least to Torook, that despite his eagerness to help the whelps, Dylidae much preferred the serenity of silence. ((The wonderful and colourful world of the Fungal Forest slowly slid by as the suns made their way across the hazy sky above.)) Lantana began to slump into th...
No Stranger Danger To Be Found [Woo Dylidae]
In Diplomacy ・ By Or'sol
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((The muddy swamps squelched underfoot as a small group of whelps ran about the reeds and grasses of the Fungal Forest. The group of young Saltwater Tsabhua had permission to wander off and play from the main convey from Or'sol, a colony which resided on the far side of Mireh. The group stood out from the fungus adorned landscape by their various white and silver coats - or at least they would if they were not covered so well in mud.)) "Rita!" Torook snapped as he stopped mid run,...
A strangers familiar face [Woo Dylidae]
In Diplomacy ・ By Or'sol
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Literature
((The noise filling the air from the crowds bustling among the market streets of Naveh was somehow simultaneously a pleasing background noise, and also entirely overwhelming for the many visitors and tourists to the city. The vibrant colours from the market stalls banners flapping in the dry desert breeze accented by the flow of colourful pedestrians and their equally colourful garb created a shimmering river of colour along the streets)). Remi and Nee'la, a roaming pair visiting from Mireh, ...
Meeting An Idol [Thief Spec]
In Class Specialization ・ By Or'sol
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Not heeding his son, Far'lan whistled softly and Novato burst out at the herd, spooking them just as Far'lan had said would happen. ((With a horrendous cry out in alarm, the small herd bellowed as they stampeded away from the surprise. Some kicked and flailed before finding their footing to join the others, kicking up a combination of mud and ice as they ran.)) Artaygo braced himself, feeling an odd kind of fear take over him as he watched the stampede rapidly get closer. Far'lan, like ...
A cold day to be hunting Hojenst [pt2/2]
In Hunting ・ By Or'sol
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((A new day dawned over Or'Sol with the cold fresh sea air rushing over the steep cliffs and gentle sloping hills before gracing the clan with the fresh morning scent.)) Novato, however, was already stressed before the dawn was even a whisper on the wind. Dragging himself out of the comforting warmth of his home and into the biting winter winds, Novato donned his warmest cloak, which still somehow let in just enough cold to make him miserable. Far'lan was already waiting at the ranch by...
A cold day to be hunting Hojenst [pt1/2]
In Hunting ・ By Or'sol
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Forever Falling For You [pagedoll]
In General Art ・ By Or'sol
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Greet The Day
In General Art ・ By Or'sol
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((The once warm and sunny day became an almost chilly night as the primary sun slowly made its way along the sky before dipping below the horizon and throwing Mireh into darkness. The wide streets of Or'sol became dimly lit by various means but where the hunters lurked, glowstones were the primary source of soft and multicoloured light. The traps had not been set up long, however some were clearly more successful than others at catching the Hudlah - which were now making the stony ground appe...
The continued plague and a simple solution
In Hunting ・ By Or'sol
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Far'lan, his bright blue eyes scanning the ground beneath their feet, scoffed at the Hudlah that were scattering around like the plague they were upon Or'sol. The tiny creatures barely the size of a single one of his claws were barely worth his time, and yet in numbers such as these became a suddenly daunting task. Artaygo and Novato were due back at any moment with supplies needed to create makeshift traps until they could find a better and more permanent solution. ((Crates filled with...
Hudlah Infestation of Or'sol
In Hunting ・ By Or'sol
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[AngryLabi] The Dance
In General Art ・ By Or'sol
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Herding the School
In General Art ・ By Or'sol
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Mr Grumpypants
In General Art ・ By Or'sol
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An older blue male Tsabhua appeared, looking very much as part of some form of medical team based on his uniform and tablet, and began to inspect the arrivals one by one, aided by a dark coated male. "Welcome back, Bloodbeak." the lead medic greeted, as he dismissed Vydia and Emni with a bill of good health. "I see you have new friends." he turned his attention to Novato and Sunhalter as he gestured for his aide to inspect Sunhalter. "You know me, Xiphias." Bloodbeak laughed "I fi...
[Gift] Leagues Under [pt5]
In Rebel ・ By Or'sol
0 ・ 1
Literature
Acnao and Njall peeled away from the group, off to converse with other Xunari whom appeared to be loading stock onto the ship. Approaching was a salmon and white female followed by a deep violet whelp. They both appeared to be decked out in various gears and packs which gave away a diving uniform. "Oh great!" Bloodbeak beamed "This here is Emni" he gestured to the adult Tsabhua "and this cutie is Vydia" he smiled softly at the whelp - who appeared to be quite stoic and observant for a w...
[Gift] Leagues Under [pt4]
In Rebel ・ By Or'sol
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Literature
Novato and Sunhalter watched on in almost awe at the sight of Bloodbeak, lost for words as the reality of Bloodbeak's presence set in slowly. They were not expecting to actually meet one of the creatures, let alone one that seemed so... established? Comfortable among Xunari? They were so stunned, in fact, that they failed to realise that Bloodbeak was not alone. Entering the now crammed cave from behind them came two more Tsabhua. Sunhalter and Novato were now blocked in with no escape. ...
[Gift] Leagues Under [pt3]
In Rebel ・ By Or'sol
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"That is it" Raspberry sighed with exasperation. "I need a drink. Barkeep!" she shouted as she shoved the crudely drawn map at Novato and wandered off to the large bar. Ailell shrugged and wandered off to join her. Novato watched them leave before exchanging a 'what just happened' look with his mate Sunhalter, who merely shrugged back at him. "Well, I guess we should go see what Lilith wants, right?" He asked."I suppose we should." Sunhalter agreed, leading the way to the rounded,...
[Gift] Leagues Under [pt2]
In Rebel ・ By Or'sol
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Literature
Raspberry looked down at the map she held in her hands with puzzlement; it was crudely drawn and the writing was barely legible on the fragile parchment almost as if made by a whelp. Ailell peered over her shoulder to take a look too, frowning down at the page but trying to make light of what would otherwise be considered a very serious situation. "Wow, that looks kinda bad, does it not? Do you not have anything more.... official?" She looked up at the navy Belemoid quizzically, only to be me...
[Gift] Leagues Under [pt1]
In Rebel ・ By Or'sol
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