< atton revisited > The information page for Atton has been fully revised and updated with the new map!
< updated calendar > The Fortuna calendar has been updated in the "Other" lore section! This includes a document which displays the calendar for you to see, making it much easier to understand.
< moving map > The first functional map has been released in the News section! This map is also interactive, allowing you to drag and drop between points in order to determine distances. This is the first iteration, and there's more and better to come!
< first annual awards > The results for the First Annual Fortuna Year-End Awards have been posted! Go and take a look at who the finalists were, and who took home the big prizes!
< new default skin > Our new skin has passed the beta test, and is now the new Default for the forums! If you have any issues with this skin, send a PM or Discord to Mellie.
< human lore update > Humans have been updated with TWENTY-FIVE subraces/subcultures which add numerous options, and a little extra lore and flavour.
< magic lore update > Magical Lore has been enhanced with the addition of a post on Magical Education. From Beginner to Expert, this is how you learn the spells.
< a change to member groups > Member groups are now based on storyline! You can change your displayed storyline by editing the settings in your profile.
Welcome to the world of Fortuna, a land of fantastic proportions. This is an original fantasy roleplay that takes place in a world developed over nearly a decade of work and collaboration. We aim to encourage all participants to have a hand in the stories of the characters here, and the world around them. Your choices are key - so make them with pride. You decide who wins the wars, you decide who becomes King, the world is ours, and together we will bring it to life!
As she spoke the bard listened intently. He didn't frown, precisely, but there was a subtle tightening around the corners of his eyes. He wasn't sure he believed her tale. When she spoke at first it had seemed as though she were suggesting something happening recently. Now, it seemed only a tale. Either way, it was both a poor tale and a value-less one. Despite the company, Aod found the conversation suddenly wanting.
His easy lounging lost some of it's non-chalance, impatience thrusting sudden restlessness into his muscles. He straightened, his elbows coming to rest gently on the tabletop. His fingers loosely twined as he studied her, one brow arch. He made no move to stop her from drawing his goblet away and when he spoke his voice had going somewhat cool though it still held a lilt that might have been humor.
"I've heard the tale or something of the like. The ending is simple, and it is strange that you had to come here to find it. Popular theory is that the piper was Fae and took the children to the Feywild where they remain, caught in dreams." He stood then, sliding from his chair and drawing away from her touch.
"Much as I am loathe to leave your company, fair Lysandra, I believe this tale has spun itself out." He didn't need to go back to entertaining- the bar was in a fine fiddle and didn't need his encouragement to keep the drink flowing. If this was all there was, some pauper's tale that had been turned to rhyme and song ages ago, then there was nothing new for him. Nothing interesting to pursue.
And while she was quite lovely, he couldn't help but feel like he had been baited with nothing of value.
Post by Violet Macar on Dec 28, 2016 12:46:47 GMT -7
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He was leaving, she had misjudged him, and now the clue was going to be lost... But no, she wasn't going to let that happen. She needed to know more about where in Rielcia this rogue was, about who he was. About where the younglings were.
"It's a true tale," She said, partially through gritted teeth. She did not turn to him, not meeting his gaze, not showing her cards so much as telling him what they were: "Not a piper, nor a fey. The tale is not a warning for parents to be cautious of their young, but an example of the cruelty of mortals to those they deem as far too foreign to be equal. There is no rhyme, no flourish want of your kind, just cold reality. The coldest, in fact. Missing children." She turned then, her eyes flashing with frustration more than anger - Violet always found it difficult to muster intimidation, it simply wasn't in her. She did, however, manage to edge her tone with something similar as she finished with a command: "You were telling me about a rogue."
Oh, well wasn't that curious? He paused, listening to the odd tone in her voice. She certainly sounded more invested than someone chasing a simple story. Perhaps she simply did not understand the rules of this game. He crossed his arms over his chest, fingertips drumming lightly against his elbow. He wondered why she would not meet his eyes- hiding something still. Well, he did not judge her too harshly for that. Everyone hid things.
"I was." He confirmed, his voice still soft so as not to draw too much attention to them in the rowdy tavern. Then he sighed and lowered himself back down into the seat so she would not have to look up at him. He did not feel at all inclined to follow up on her order (he ticked off noble birth as a possibility for this one). At the moment he had a different bone to pick.
"If it is information you want then trade value for value, Lady Lysandra. I am a singer of song, a teller of tales, and I hear much." He leaned forward, both brows rising. "So. Make it worth my time. Words mean something to me and I'm not of a mind to waste them when you have given me no reason to be charitable."
As much as people loved a happy ending, Aod knew why stories stopped there. Eventually, they all end in tragedy. Eventually, everyone dies. Children went missing every day.
Post by Violet Macar on Dec 28, 2016 15:25:36 GMT -7
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When she had first approached the bard, Violet had assumed he would be an easy kind of mark. Playing in an establishment like this, the way he appeared to have aching fingers after a few songs - an amateur was what she had pegged him as. Evidently, he was wrong. Part of her enjoyed it, liked that she had misjudged him, liked that he was exciting. Another part of her felt suspicious, and even a little annoyed.
Lysandra leaned on the table, allowing him to look up at her now that he was sitting. She crossed her arms over her chest, and flitted her eyes through the bar before coming up with her offer.
When she finally spoke, her voice was the volume of a whisper: "I've many words to offer you, bard," Not all of them kind, "But you find me at a disadvantage. My words are heard near and far. Their print is found in every city like this -- I'm certain if I spoke my identity to the room you'd hear much chatter of my doings... In fact, you'd insult me if you claimed you'd never read them. It shouldn't come as a surprise to you with your frustrating mastery in deception that I am not who I claimed to be. In fact, even these words I speak now fall from a false tongue. So perhaps you'll see this of value: My identity, and thus knowledge of the kinds of stories I've aided your career with, in return for the information I seek."
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