< 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!
Through the inky darkness of the night emerges Erok and his roaming band of undead! They had just made there way to Necesa by following the man made river and were on the prowl for loners to join The Howling Whisper. (Eroks cleverly named "cult") [break] It has been four days since Erok spoke with Zerebus for this first time, and already he was amassing a small gathering of followers who believed he could grant them immortality if they truly believed! Honey words from the tongue of a serpent. Most of the followers were just bandits who had nowhere else to turn but several nomads hung to Erok's word as if it was spoken by a great deity them-self. [break] One of the followers had told Erok about a group of forced laborers who were in Necesa and would surely join if he could free them from their "jobs." Seeing as the law meant close to nothing to the Orc this seemed like a logical move. [break] The air was cold and crisp tonight, as if even the weather knew evil was lurking about. The shambling bodies and moans of the undead orcs were all the only noise that filled the air. Despite Eroks best attempt at silencing his minions stealth was not there area of expertise. [break] Following the narrow alleys between towering industrial buildings the group came upon a small encampment of downtrodden men. They huddled together in a circle around a fire and seemed to be roasting a small animal, hardly enough food for one man let alone five. Clearing his throat Erok announced his presence with his booming voice and told the men that freedom was there right, one they would be given back if they followed him. Though the men seemed afraid of the orc at first they saw the other humans with him and decided wherever he was going was better then slave work. [break] A silent whisper told Erok he was doing good but this was just a start.
As the ever growing group expanded a base of operations was a must if they wanted to appear as a official organization. Erok sent the living to search for nearby factories that had been abandoned while he and the undead would search for more followers on the streets. As his eager members scattered off the air was once more filled with the groans and creaks of the undead shambling through narrow alleyways. [break] After about an hour Erok came across a dimly lit titan that appeared to be some type of warehouse. Muffled voices could be heard from within, two birds with one stone! The building was neatly tucked away from any wandering foot traffic or prying eyes. It could not be more perfect! [break] Standing out front Erok looked at the tall gray concrete walls, noting there didn't appear to be a single window and only one man sized door. Strange. If it wasn't for the lights on inside he would of walked right past, the only sign was on a small plack near the door that simply read receiving. Almost as if you weren't suppose to notice the building. [break] It was time for results though, thinking is the enemy of action. Kicking in the door with a loud bang as the wood around the frame splintered and shattered, the group of men inside scattered in every direction. The orcs grand entrance seemed more like a police breach then a simple check-in. Eroks undead were on the men within second though as there truly was only one way out of the warehouse. [break] Looking around the place seemed to be completely empty except for several shipping containers that were far to big to have fit in the door. In the center sat a small fire and several make-shift chairs. This massive building was a ghost town. A mystery for another time Erok thought to himself as he summoned his dark powers to revive the fallen men into his army.
Post by Nuada Ua Ghrian on Mar 24, 2017 20:43:24 GMT -7
A golden glow emanated from the eyes of a traveler that was kneeling down the ground. Nuada Ua Ghrian was inspecting the ground, following the tracks of whatever vile creature had been walking through there. What brought the hunter from the snow plains of Aissic to the lands of Muerte? Nothing more than a push from the divines. It occurred during one of his meditations, and he decided to listen to Sriae to see what it is that she wanted him to see. And he was not disappointed. A hunt was afoot. A horde of abominations was running rampant across the countryside, and the enchanted eyes of the hunter could see the trail to his prey.
To hide such a large group of creatures would not be a very easy feat, and so for Nuada that was useful. He could pursue and find out what was causing this. While he was annoyed at Sriae from being right in sending him here, as there was a something he could do. Wherever there were monsters of this sort, death would always be around it.
The hunt did not take long as Nuada was able to follow the trail. He kept re-casting his transmutation, changing his eyes to give them the ability to see through the darkness. Because of it there was near nothing in this night that Nuada could not see. It was part of the reason that made him more monster than human, at least in the eyes of his old guild. The hunters that would become like the creatures they hunted. Specialized in fighting against them to the point that seeing them in battle would make any person get a sense of fear as to which is the real monster.
All because of appearance and abilities. No one batted an eye at the more feline of the Beastfolk that had the same natural ability to see in the dark. But give a human the same abilities? Now that was different. Of course Nuada had long since gotten used to that. As he followed the trail to the warehouses on the outskirts of the town, he began thinking of what could possibly be awaiting him. There was a rotting stench in the air as he got closer to the area. When he finally was close enough, he could tell nearly what he was dealing with. It was the scent of death.
Taking a deep breath, Nuada entered the warehouse to find the horde of the undead before him. He scanned the room, wanting to see if there was anything special about these creatures before he prepared to take action. He lifted his mace from his shoulder, letting the handle slide through his grip until his hand was just beneath the head of the weapon and the bottom of the staff touched the ground.
“Yer al' can either disperse ter whatever 'ole yer crawled oyt av, or oi can 'elp yer fend a new wan, but yer canny stay 'ere,” he declared, getting a grin while he began to see how many of the creatures were before him.
(Translation: You all can either disperse to whatever hole you crawled out of, or I can help you find a new one, but you can’t stay here.) __ Tags: @countcoughee Notes: So as a heads up, Nuads is not a fan of the undead.
"Welcome son! You are among friends here." With open arms Erok stood in front of the trespasser, he made sure to stay out of arms reach though. Safety first. This one was different then the laborers who were willing to leave there past life for something more. Hate and something wild radiated off this soul. While he was clearly a human something animal resided in his eyes. "Now why don't you put down your weapon and tell me what rests heavy on your mind."
Erok issued a silent command to his followers who were still out searching for new followers, they were to converge on the warehouse and guard the door from the outside. The seven undead Orcs inside all stayed out of weapon reach, their arms sitting at there side, simply watching. The few humans in the group sat among the shipping containers wondering what they had got themselves into.
Taking a step forward Erok dropped his arms and looked the man dead in the eyes. "If you wish harm upon me or my flock then please realize we are messengers of a god! Who are you to stand in my way?" The words dripped with venom as he spat them out.
Post by Nuada Ua Ghrian on Apr 1, 2017 16:42:34 GMT -7
A grin spread across the hunter’s face as he saw the leader of this “flock” step towards him. Sure, one could call this a flock, though they’re not nearly as docile as sheep. Whatever fear would normally befall someone was absent in Nuada. He had seen many enemies before that were far more intimidating than a horde of the undead. While the creatures were immune to pain, they could still be killed. A thorough destruction of where the magic took root would be enough.
“Dare is nathin' dat rests 'eavy on me mind for yer, Shepherd,” Nuada mocked as he held his ground. He kept to scanning the room for getting a count of the creatures that stood before him. When the orc Shepherd met his gaze right before him, all Nuada could do was hold still. Only because he did not want to make his move yet. An emissary of a god? There’s nothing special about that.
“Oi tink yer misunderstan', Shepherd, ter dohs up above an' al' raun us, we are but pawns in their wee games. Oi care not for waaat any deity might chucker ter me. Who scon oi ter stan' in yisser way? Oi’m but a paddy dat is venturin' forth ter meet destiny. So, oi’ll say dis wan last time Shepherd, disperse yisser flock back ter de 'oles they crawled oyt av, or oi’ll put dem back meself.”
The time of entertainment was over, if the “shepherd” did not move his flock back from a populated area, Nuada would have no choice but to thin them out himself. Should any of the undead take another step closer to him, he would start his assault.
(Translation 1: There is nothing that rests heavy on my mind for you, Shepherd Translation 2: I think you misunderstand, Shepherd, to those up above and all around us, we are but pawns in their little games. I care not for what any deity might do to me. Who am I to stand in your way? I’m but a man that is venturing forth to meet destiny. So, I’ll say this one last time Shepherd, disperse your flock back to the holes they crawled out of, or I’ll put them back myself.) __ Tags: @countcoughee Notes: ---
A booming laugh erupted from Erok "We are only pawns if we let the gods play us child. I ache to see the streets run red and endless fires burning in the distance! Your so called society is far more evil then me and mine. Men everywhere are slaves to gold but since the chains are invisible they call themselves free." He spat on the ground at the end of his statement. "I will ask one last time for you to join me before things....escalate." [break] Erok could hear his forces gathering outside now, nowhere for the man to run. He clearly was confident in his abilities if he came in here barking the ridiculous commands but who do the dead fear? What is left to fear when your light can't be put out? [break] The undead inside had formed a wide circle around Erok and Nuada. Their blank stares slowly turned to hatred as the Orc issued a silent command to pounce if the intruder so much as raised his weapon.
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