< 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!
The roads were long and tiresome, some part of Lucard wanted to settle in a town or village. A city was too crowded for him and he would have nowhere to retreat to if he forgot to take the potion. Sadly that seemed impossible. What with the voices in his head and the need to make the potion. The ingredients were always scattered about so he had to travel around the same areas to get them all. The sun was up high in the sky and he reached into his bag to pull out a small roll of bread. It was just the size of his hand, so not a big roll. Taking a bite into it, he tore a piece off and began to chew. He had plenty of food stocked up in his bag for a few weeks so he was in a rather happy mood.
Currently he was the only one on the road but he noticed someone farther off. He tilted his head as he couldn't see them that well though he went back to take another bite of the roll as he walked. There wasn't really a need to stop and eat, walking and eating was a easy task. So long as it wasn't a soup or something liquid. In all honesty, Lucard thought about ignore the stranger as they got closer. He wasn't really trying to see em as he kept his gaze averted from the figure. It was rude to stare and besides, they probably wouldn't notice him. It might be a little weird to see a teen roaming the roads alone, looking like he had been doing this for a while due to the dirt smudges on his clothes and a few tears in his cloak. Perhaps he should get that fixed?
We'll just tear it again. The right head commented.
But it wouldn't hurt to look a little...nicer or somewhat well kept. The left head added on.
We're not some important human Goody Two Paws. What would be the point?
We wouldn't get stared at all the time and we'd look like we can take care of ourselves well enough. The way we look, it always brings suspicion.
How about we just ignore what the people think on my appearance? I can't do anything about this form. It's what comes natural. Besides, I comb my hair and keep myself as clean as I can be. They don't need anything else from me. Lucard thought back.
You mean we dummy. There's three of us in this body. The right head reminded.
A sigh left Lucard as he paused on the road, rubbing his eyes with his fingers. A headache all the time from these two...it was never ending. Course, he hadn't realized the other person on the road was no doubt coming up on him.
Post by Ichabod Afof on Jan 24, 2017 21:49:21 GMT -7
Without Solana around, Dirys was dull. He hadn't realized how much he had grown to... Enjoy her company until she went off to Aissic to answer some call. They'd had their fun though, and now he would need to find fun elsewhere... And if he was going to be this close to his old home, he might as well make that a point of interest.
He had spent the day walking through the desert. He looked suspicious, he was sure. He wore no cloak to block out the sun, carried no waterskins for sustenance, and in fact nothing at all except for pockets of coin. Some might think him a man left for dead, struggling to survive in the harsh desert. Or perhaps a hallucination. He was far more dangerous than that, of course. A demon borne of earth that couldn't care less of a harsh sun so long as his feet were traipsing through familiar sand. Though he had to admit - the heat reminded him of his boyhood, which only served to make him stew in a different kind of sun-incuded misery.
He was called out of his own thoughts at a deep tingling sensation in the back of his mind. A feeling that could only mean one thing. Friends. The sense was different than usual, however. It didn't taste of pure evil, of purpose... It was weak, and aimless. It didn't seem as connected to him as others did. It didn't seem as prepared to help him... Which perhaps made him more interested in it. He changed his trail slightly, his view breaking over the horizon to catch sight of a cloaked boy walking through the desert. He was alone.
Good.
The boy could see him as well, that much was clear. But he didn't have that perk of interest that Ichabod had - or he concealed it well. Ichabod was almost certain the boy was one of his kind, and that he was older than he appeared... Which meant he was likely borne in the same depths as Ichabod. Good.
He did not change his pace. But as the boy stopped to rub his face, Ichabod was able to close the distance. This close, he could smell for certain that this boy was one like him. A creature of evil... Who seemed not to radiate it quite so readily. Why? Ichabod could barely hazard a guess. He had never questioned the evil, or chaotic thoughts in his mind. He had seen the way mortals acted, and it was quite obvious that they had the same natural slant to evil as he did. So why should he be anything but? This boy seemed... Other, in that way. Neutral, almost.
A war to be won. A challenge to be overcome. A challenge Ichabod would happily take.
"Well met, friend," He smiled as he came upon the boy, his emerald eyes glinting with malintent, "Playing the little boy lost, are we?"
Lucard removed his hand from his face and turned his gaze towards Ichabod, a brow was raised to them.
"Pardon?" Lucard questioned as he looked at em.
The look in their eyes was clear and while Lucard couldn't sense the evils of a being, he had a feeling. A uneasy feeling as he stared at the taller man. This uneasy feeling in his chest, he often felt it when changing. Always alongside the unease and panic, there was always a malicious feeling with it but at this moment it was just uneasiness. Of course, he wasn't sure what to make of this stranger.
Interesting eyes. The right head commented, as if curious in his own way.
Can we keep moving please? The left requested in a uneasy voice.
"I'm sorry Sir but, I don't recognize you so...how can we be friends?" Lucard questioned as he adjusted his grip on what was left of the roll.
Course he remembered that he was still a bit hungry and he finished the roll off. It was easy,all he had to do was toss it in his mouth and chew. This guy though...he didn't have anything but the clothes on their back it looked like. Did they not need food or drink? Sadly due to his other form, Lucard needed a great deal of food and water to keep him going. If he waited too long to eat and starve himself well...he did get rather feral despite the help of the potion. He might not change but...he would still act the part with the right head in charge.
Post by Ichabod Afof on Jan 24, 2017 22:55:09 GMT -7
Was the boy clueless, or clever? That was always the question when one seemed less than present for their own story. It was completely possible that this fellow demon - the scent of brimstone was unmistakable, it would always make him hungry, and never quench his appetite - was merely acting as though he knew nothing. He could be all-powerful, hiding his purpose from Ichabod's keen senses.
Or, he could be... Weak.
Ichabod found both possibilities to hold equal interest, and wasn't about to permit the boy to simply walk away from him. "Perhaps it was a manner of speaking," He responded, eyeing the boy for whatever strangeness he could observe, "Or perhaps we know one another better than you may think." He took another step towards him, no fear in his eyes. Even if this demon were powerful, Ichabod would always sustain, he knew at least that much.
Last Edit: Jan 24, 2017 22:55:47 GMT -7 by Ichabod Afof
All powerful? Hard to say. Sure he was large and a savage beast in his real form. But all powerful? Debatable, very debatable. The strangeness to Lucard was his eyes, the golden orbs looked at him strangely. A mixture of confusion and uncertainty yet deeper within, there was interest and unease. Something only another demon would possibly be able to notice. Though when the man took a step towards him, Lucard narrowed his gaze.
"Right...look, I don't know ya mister and I don't like how you keep stepping closer." Lucard started in a serious voice however the right head saw it as a way to take over for a few moments and they did. "So why don't ya back off and quit being a smart ass?"
Lucard noticed this and he shuddered, shaking his head after he spoke to get the feeling of the right head's control to go away. They slipped back to their normal place in Lucard's head, chuckling with their own twisted glee.
You're the smart ass. Lucard though back to the right head.
Thank you so much. The right head commented with glee.
Perhaps the potion was wearing off...? The right head shouldn't have been able to take over like that, even for a few moments. A few moments was too much. Adjusting his bag he reached in as he took a side step away from Ichabod before taking a step forward.
"Look, I'm sorry but there's a chance you might have confused for another." Lucard said as he pulled the bottle out. "But I'm not a fan of how close you keep getting."
The lavander purple liquid shifted in the bottle and he went to open it. Course, he wasn't paying attention to Ichabod.
Last Edit: Jan 24, 2017 23:06:41 GMT -7 by Deleted
Post by Ichabod Afof on Jan 25, 2017 8:31:33 GMT -7
At first, the boy made to deny any relation (and he even tried to act intimidated, how quaint) -- but then, there was a sudden shift. Something far more familiar seemed to ring in his voice, something annoyed and insulting... Just what Ichabod smelled. "Is that a threat?" He asked, a smile cutting his face. But the boy was shaking his head - not seemingly in answer to his question - and seemed almost... Worried.
Ah, so that's it then? He was like Ichabod, of course... But there was something else. There was something in the boy trying to conceal such a thing. For what purpose, Ichabod could only guess. By what means - well, that was more interesting to him. The way the boy tried to step away from Ichabod as he delved into his bag, the way he pulled a strange bottle free, the disgusting scent of it when the bottle opened.
"Quite rude, aren't you?" He smirked as snagged the thing from the boy's hand, turning away as he did and examining the thing as he wandered a few steps off from the boy. "Not even offering any to your friend? Tsk tsk." His ears and nose were perked for the boy's reaction, but he seemed intent on the bottle as he held it above his head, out of reach should the boy try and steal it back. It's scent was overpowering now that it was open. It was disgusting. To Ichabod, it smelled of rotten eggs and sewage. This was like poison to him. The boy didn't seem to mind. He would drink it without the face that Ichabod made simply smelling it.
A poison to silence the demon inside? What if we were to wake him up, hm? And he turned it over, ready to pour its contents into the sand...
"My apologizes, but you were stepping on a few nerves." Lucard answered as he glanced over at him.
However a shocked expression hit his face as the bottle was swiped away. At one time the smell had made him feel sick, having a terrible odor. But now he was either used to it or it just didn't have a terrible smell anymore. Perhaps that was due to him preparing it so many times and believing he needed it. Course he turned around fully and his golden eyes went wider than plates as he spied where the bottle ended up.
"That's not for drinking like water!" Lucard responded as he started at the other demon.
Lucard stood there with a look of horror on their face as Ichabod turned the bottle around. His heart pounding away harder and harder in his chest. That bottle was the only one he had, the contents of it was it. Sure he had the ingreidents to make another but would he have enough time? No not out here he wouldn't. No wood for a fire which was critical. And then, Ichabod did it. He turned the potion over and Lucard closed the gap.
"DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE!!!" Lucard snarled as he swung a hand at Ichabod in the attempt to hit them.
If the attack landed, they would no doubt feel the claws hitting them in their chest area. Course that was only if the attack landed and due to his vulnerable state mentally the right head altered it's position slightly. Just enough to give malice to his words.
Post by Ichabod Afof on Jan 25, 2017 10:17:28 GMT -7
The boy's hand - no... Claws - struck into Ichabod's chest with an impressive force, but force was never an issue for him. He was soil, he was stone, and he was diamond -- and his Mother needed him here. As the claws struck, it was as if the flesh just under his shirt had been rock the entire time. His body caught the claw, and Ichabod merely looked down at the boy with a pleased smile, the only sound between them being the liquid mixing with the sand. Anger and malice, just like one of his own.
He dropped the bottle with no further aplomb, his hand going to the boy's wrist, holding his claws to Ichabod's chest. He dragged them across his stone, cutting through his clothes with the sharpness of them, and revealing the solid stone underneath. But he didn't stop there. He willed his mother to release him briefly, a small layer of stone becoming flesh once more, and the claws finding their purchase there and causing him to bleed. The pain wasn't his intent - it was the blood. The feel of it on claws... He wanted to awaken his friend. Make him hungry.
"You seem... Starved," He said, infusing his touch with the Gluttony that was his entire being, "Don't restrain yourself... You've no reason to hide your true being."
Lucard was surprised, he had actually managed to hit him? However that surprise was momentarily taken by confusion at the feeling of not flesh but something hard. Course when he heard he potion hitting the ground, he looked down at where in horror again.
"No...." Lucard muttered fearfully to himself.
The sound of tearing fabric and feeling himself being pulled caused him to return his gaze to Ichabod. Though he tried to pull away from the fellow demon. Rock? Was this guy made out of rock? As he spied their chest area being stone it soon shifted back and flesh was there. His claws sank into the flesh and blood was released, the smell of it was strong on the air despite the potion having just been spilled out. However something else stirred in him.
Hunger. Not the hunger for just food but something specific, meat...human flesh to be exact. It was what the right head wanted, to feast like they had at least a hundred years ago. Before the stranger appeared and 'ruined' their rampage. Lucard shuddered and pulled, trying to break free. He shouldn't be hungry!! He just ate and he had already eaten plenty for this form.
"Let go!!" Lucard shouted as he pulled. "You don't understand, nothing good will happen without that potion!"
Post by Ichabod Afof on Jan 25, 2017 11:32:59 GMT -7
Ichabod looked offended, but his eyes remained exuberant, glittering with excitement. "You must be more careful with such hurtful words, my friend--" Ichabod let go of the boy's wrist, permitting him to pull back. It didn't matter the damage was done. He had been right about the worth of the foul, horrid poison. He had been right to take it away. He would save this poor creature from ruining himself even further. "In what world would demons like us ever desire for good?"
He gestured off over the horizon, to the south, where he knew a small village used to sit. With any luck, Elias Harel hadn't erased it from the desert's reaches. With any luck, they'd be pathetic, and weak, and unprepared for what hell he hoped to wreck with this boy. An afternoon's entertainment... How quaint. "There," He told the boy, his smile loosening to show glinting white teeth, "A place to sate your hunger, my friend. Shall I take you?"
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.