< 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!
Post by Nicole Vanros on Jan 2, 2017 21:21:27 GMT -7
When the pirate had asked if there was room for one more. Nicole thought that the guard had already found another prisoner to dump in their cell. However, the guard was alone, even chuckling at Jane's question. The cell door unlocked, but the guard hadn't moved his hands to put in any key. As the guard took off his hat, his form was instantly different. He had pale white skin and hair, but mostly startling was his horns. He must have been a tiefling.
"Hello hello," he said, almost singing the words as if he hadn't just pretended to me a guard just seconds ago.
"Who… who are you?" Nicole didn't know whether or not to trust him, and she was too busy looking at his horns. Jane seemed to trust him, so he was most likely another pirate.
"They call me Wight," he said. "And what might I call the lovely creature before me?" He was also another flirt. Between the two pirates hitting on her, they were both almost flattering. Almost.
"N-Nicole." Nicole looked between Wight and Jane, trying to not stare at his horns for too long. "I take it he's a friend of yours?" A prison break. Why was she even considering this? She had other chances, even if they seemed impossible. But none of them were staring her in the face, not like Jane or Wight offering to take her with them. She stood between Jane and Wight. The pirates… no. Her rescuers. "If you're here to break her out, take me with you. Please."
Post by Maldrem "Wight" on Jan 2, 2017 21:38:04 GMT -7
Nicole, Nicole~ I will sing odes for ye~
"Your wish is my command, sweetheart," Wight replied, standing and throwing Nicole a flirty wink. He could tell she'd been looking at his horns, but his only concern with that was whether or not she was thinking about how they could be used like handle bars to grab onto during certain activities. He dramatically placed his fake hat back on his head, and his appearance melted away to revert to that of the guard he was impersonating.
He finally turned his attention back to Leigh and smiled. "I'll need you ladies to hold your hands behind you as though they are shackled, then walk in front of me, if you would be so kind."
Post by Leigh Haskell on Jan 2, 2017 21:56:04 GMT -7
[googlefont="Dosis"][googlefont="Lato"]
[attr="class","underwavesheader"]
[attr="class","waveshsubtitle"]
[attr="class","drkwavesbg"]
[attr="class","underwavespic"]
[attr="class","wavesundtext"] Of course he'd be all over her. He would get all over anything that that moved and had sentience. At least he had enough self-control for the latter. She looked back quickly at Nicole, curious to see if she wavered at Mal's 'heroic' appearance. Not really. Good.
"And what if we don't have hands, plural?" Leigh smirked playfully, waving her stump and hand in the air innocuously before putting them behind her back. She closed in to Mal, her playfulness dropping as she levelled him with a sturdy stare and a flat tone: "She's not your thank you present, Wight." She took another quick look back at Nicole, "No one quite so simple."
Post by Maldrem "Wight" on Jan 2, 2017 23:09:07 GMT -7
Oho, do I sense a possessive streak?
M aldrem giggled at Leigh's joke, and his expression remained unfazed when she leaned in to subtly threaten him against making a move on Nicole. Oh, he knew well enough; he'd heard their discussion, and knew why Nicole would be coming along.
Still, whether or not she was going to his 'reward' was entirely up to her. Leigh didn't own her; Nicole owned herself. That was the whole point of this, after all.
He stepped forward after Leigh placed her hands behind her back, and he snapped his fingers. A glamour of manacles appeared over Leigh's wrist and wrist stump at this, hiding the latter from view entirely.
"Make sure not to move your wrists too far apart," he advised in all seriousness. "And that goes for you too, Sweetheart," he said, this time to Nicole. She had moved to mimic Leigh's actions, and he put the manacle glamour on her wrists as well. "Just remember how it felt to be bound on your way in here, and replicate that feeling. Now, away we go!"
With his instructions quickly given, he grabbed both women by the backs of their shirts and pushed them forward, his steps deliberate and forceful so as to look like he was roughly escorting them. As for their destination, well, someone needed to get her hook back, and Maldrem couldn't very well cart these lovely ladies out of the prison in sacks, now could he?
They needed to get their stuff.
OOC Note: I made an assumption on Nicole going along with it, but do please let me know if she'd have done anything different!
Post by Nicole Vanros on Jan 3, 2017 21:22:31 GMT -7
What were those two whispering about? It was probably not important, so she complied with Wight creating more manacles again. On the bright side, it meant that her breakout would be subtle. "Thank you. Both of you. If this works, I'll pay you back somehow. I mean…" No, wait, she had to act like she had when she was brought in, and Wight's push gave her the perfect excuse. "Where the hell are you taking me this time?!" She had just been brought in, so she could just act like she was being thrown around. It's not like she had to try all that hard to pretend.
Judging by how Wight was not leading them directly to the exist, he was probably trying to find confiscated items. They had already taken her rifle when she was first arrested, and they did say they'd be clearing out the room she had been given. They didn't want to have to send anything back to Dirys other than her. Everything else, they were happy to throw away. It would make it easier to pretend that she just didn't exist, as if nobody had taken advantage of Liesdro's "hospitality". The only thing they might have kept was a locket. It was only a trinket, but Nicole was willing to settle for anything. A decent pair of clothes would be a good start.
"So," she whispered over to Wight. "What happened to the real guard? Please tell me you didn't kill him."
Post by Maldrem "Wight" on Jan 4, 2017 7:43:50 GMT -7
Such a bleeding heart
H e was thankful that she caught on quickly to what they needed to do here; she needed to pretend like she was unhappy, not thankful to the guard who was escorting her. Leigh thrashed around a bit in front of him, but he could tell it was all show; this wasn't her first rodeo. If she'd been thrashing for real, Maldrem would not have been able to keep a hold on her.
He guided his two pretend prisoners back towards the main lobby of the building, and smirked when Nicole asked her question. "You're worrying about him? Tsk tsk, sweetheart. But don't you fret; he's just taking a little nap, por cortesía de mí."
He didn't say any more, as a moment later he had brought them standing right out in the middle of the precinct lobby. It was late by now, so the only officers minding the lobby were the two at the front desk - the others on duty tonight were all either guards making their designated rounds or officers out on patrol. The two at the desk looked at Maldrem curiously.
"Who authorized you to take these prisoners from their cell?" one asked.
"Maytal?" Maldrem supplied in his gruff imitation of the guard's voice, making sure to infuse it with sarcasm, as though the answer should have been obvious. "Captain dialed in not ten minutes ago to tell me the Minister wants this one transferred back to Dirys." He shoved Nicole forward slightly, indicating her. He was thankful he'd listened in on that conversation earlier; it gave him the insight he needed for that excuse. "What, did you not hear?"
"I didn't get that call, no," the officer said, frowning. "And what about the other one?"
"Well, Jane here has earned herself a trip to the gallows," he stated with grim satisfaction. "You hear Markus Woodrow was in town? Yeah, apparently this one is a wanted pirate, and he wants to claim personal custody. I'm to escort both of these ladies out to meet him and the extrication force for the soldier in ten."
"Yeah well hold on there," the first officer said again, her brow ruffled as she turned towards a contraption on her desk - a short-range communication gadget Liesdro had recently started using after Artavia unveiled it, called a telephone. As Maldrem understood it, it was mostly just being used by police right now to simplify communications through their large headquarters. "I gotta call this in just to get it cleared."
"Yeah, yeah," Maldrem replied in a bored tone.
He waited until the officer had started spinning the dial, waited until her companion at the desk let his attention wander to the wall off to his side, apparently determining that this situation wasn't super interesting anymore, and then Maldrem struck. He leaped and flew over the lobby desk at the officer dialing on the telephone, taking her by surprise by cartwheeling off the counter's surface and wrapping his legs around her neck and shoulder. He brought her down and twisted quickly, squeezing her in his sleeper hold, and he knew she'd be out like a light in just a moment. Her companion had been stunned at the suddenness of it all, but Maldrem wasn't worried about him, even as he started to reach for his weapon.
After all, Leigh didn't need a hook to be dangerous.
Post by Leigh Haskell on Jan 4, 2017 11:13:43 GMT -7
[googlefont="Dosis"][googlefont="Lato"]
[attr="class","underwavesheader"]
[attr="class","waveshsubtitle"]
[attr="class","drkwavesbg"]
[attr="class","underwavespic"]
[attr="class","wavesundtext"] The breakout was standard, even with other guards being present. Wight's explanations were perfect, and as if on cue as he said 'Markus Woodrow' - she spat on the ground and pretended to struggle against her binds once more. The guards, Mal included, shot her a warning look and she stopped struggling, but her lips were in a firm, unimpressed grimace: "Fuckin' dirty rags, the lot of you." Everything was going as normal... Until the guard wanted to double-check.
Damn Liesdro and their damned well-oiled system.
She could tell that Mal was already eyeing the one with the phone, and so Leigh swapped her gaze over to the one in the hall. They looked bored, which was good. They believed Mal, and they'd be shocked when things started happening around them. Should give her enough time to disarm him.
She heard the dial of the contraption on the desk, and the moment it clicked, the two of them both jumped. Mal had tackled the suspicious one as she had suspected, and Leigh had charged at the other. She seemed a weaker target, and as the shock wore off from Mal's movement, they reached forward without a weapon, thinking they could simply restrain the manacled pirate. Leigh smirked as the guard's hand gripped her elbow, and she snapped it in to lock the idiot's hand as she used his weight to flip him onto his back. He tried to pull out a baton to fight back with, but she knocked it mid-fall as she followed him to the floor. It went clattering across the floor to Nicole's feet, and Leigh's knees locked onto his shoulders as her hand yanked his arm back to elicit a painful yowl...
But as easy at that was, when she spotted the gun on his belt, she got an idea. Her eyes flew to Nicole, to the baton at her feet, and then to Mal, who had easily knocked out his target. Her's would be just as easy... But. She pretended to get flipped off by the guard, rolling off of him and yanking his pistol with her, which she quickly hid behind her back as she pretended to slam against the wall. She looked to Mal and said, "If we don't get out of this... Tell Merlyn I love him." It was code, of course. Merlyn had no loves other than gold, and none of them would say such a thing as a joke. It meant I've got this covered, don't help. And then she turned to Nicole, who was standing over the guard's baton as he managed to get to his feet. His eyes landed on the baton on the floor at Nicole's feet. He was going to go for it. But so could she.
"All you, Princess," Leigh faked a groan as she stood up from the wall, the gun snug behind her back as she did. Mal could see it, probably. Nicole and the guard couldn't. If Nicole grabbed the baton and acted, it'd set her off on a good foot. If she didn't, Leigh would shoot the guard without a second thought... But damn did she want to see what Nicole could do. What she would do. If she was gonna be a pirate, she had to be a pirate.
Post by Nicole Vanros on Jan 9, 2017 17:49:26 GMT -7
Thank goodness, the first guard was still alive. Sure, he had been rough, throwing Nicole into the cell without any regard for whether or not she was really guilty. It wasn't enough to say that he was just "doing his job", but Nicole didn't want to see him die, or any of the other guards. When Wight used his legs to strangle the one who was attempting to make a call, Nicole was worried for a moment that he had killed her. Probably not, since Wight didn't seem all that interested in killing any of them.
The next guard drew a baton, but Jane knocked it out of his hands. When it landed at Nicole's feet, she just looked at it. What was she supposed to do, pick it up? Breaking out was already going to make these guards hate her, but did she need to fight her way out of it? They weren't her enemies, not really.
Jane fell back against the wall. "If we don't get out of this... Tell Merlyn I love him." Merlyn? It was a bit difficult to believe that Jane really loved him if she was so casually flirting with other women. Still, these two did have a crew waiting for them. "All you, Princess." The crew was waiting for Nicole, too. She couldn't panic now. Woodrow would be far more dangerous, and he probably wouldn't hesitate in dealing with them, so neither could Nicole.
Nicole crouched down to pick up the baton. She had barely picked it up when she swung it right up the guard's face. "I'm sorry about this." Nicole shut her eyes, and swung the baton across the guard's face. When she opened her eyes again, the guard was on in hands, wiping blood from his lips, but standing back up. Nicole brought the baton down on his head, and he dropped the floor. Nicole waited a few seconds, but the guard did not get up.
"I got him!" It was… exciting. She felt some regret, but they won. She reached down to the pockets, and pointed to the other guard. "You guys take care of her. Let's see if either of them have any keys we can use to get out of here." Wait, Wight was a tiefling. He didn't even need a key to open her cell. Would he even need a key to get through anywhere else? "On second thought… hey, Wight. How good are you with that tail of yours?"
Post by Maldrem "Wight" on Jan 9, 2017 19:32:58 GMT -7
Oh be still my heart!
"I might be swooning," Mal said, smiling appreciatively at Nicole. Leigh had clearly been testing her, using their code for having the situation handled while she pretended to be helpless, while both she and Mal had been hoping Nicole would act. The woman did not disappoint.
Even more impressive was how she immediately went to looting the pockets of the knocked out guard, trying to find a key, but then she stopped and asked Maldrem how good he was with his tail.
Maldrem smirked devilishly as he stepped over to her, hands behind his back as he practically danced across the distance. The aforementioned tail unfurled from his waist and ran its end along the exposed length of Nicole's arm, grabbing her attention from the guard she was looting. Maldrem dropped into a crouch to put his eyes level with hers, his grin almost dreamy. "Would you care to find out the answer to that personally?"
Nicole stared and blinked at him, apparently at a loss for what to say, and Maldrem started giggling, hopping back to his feet. "Well, maybe later. But boy oh boy do you ever learn fast. Your first knockout and you're already looting him. Aren't you just so proud, Leigh?" he asked the other woman, who looked a mite bit grumpy at his show just now. "Anywho, you're right about one thing, sweetheart. We won't be needing any keys."
Maldrem hopped his way over to a door near the desk where the clerks had been stationed, jabbing the tip of his forked tail into the keyhole and twisting it around for a few seconds. The lock came undone easily. "There's bound to be people watching the store room," he said more seriously, not opening the door yet. He flicked his wrist in Leigh's direction and tossed up an illusory wall, matching in appearance to the one Leigh was standing near. An onlooker wouldn't recognize the depth inconsistency unless they got close to it, and Leigh could handle them if they did. "You two get behind that and try to stay quiet. Leave the task of getting your pilfered belongings to me~"
And with that, the Tiefling opened the door, slipped inside, and then closed it behind him all in one swift motion.
Post by Leigh Haskell on Jan 9, 2017 20:29:17 GMT -7
[googlefont="Dosis"][googlefont="Lato"]
[attr="class","underwavesheader"]
[attr="class","waveshsubtitle"]
[attr="class","drkwavesbg"]
[attr="class","underwavespic"]
[attr="class","wavesundtext"] Damn. Princess had arms on her. And guts, too. She could have played both sides, Leigh knew. Could have refused to beat up the guard so she could cry 'pirates' later. Preventing the escape of them could have saved her hide - especially where Markus Woodrow was concerned - but she had made her choice. She loosened her hold on the gun and nodded to Mal. He was fully armed, so in this case she'd happily let him take the lead.
She nodded Nicole over, ensuring she was on the inside so that Leigh could cover her. The gun was ready to go if needed - a faster solution than Nicole's baton. "He's right, you know," She whispered, her eyes locked onto the door Mal had entered, "You're a natural, Princess. Gotta admit that was pretty damn hot... Don't take that the wrong way."
The skin OTHERWORLD was made by JAWN of WICKED WONDERLAND.
FORTUNA-RPG was created by MELLIE. Images belong to their respective artists. All codes and scripts belong to their respective coders. Please DO NOT take anything without the owners' permission.
