< 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!
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< 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.
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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!
Some legends are told, some turn to dust or to gold, but you will remember me...
Morning of a clear, brisk day 9th of the Coin of Fortune Tinos, Aissic
“Ya got one week, rat. One week. And I don’t think I need ta remind ya what happens with unpaid debts.”
Lucky sighed and watched his breath wisp out into the cold morning air. Even with his fur the coonka felt numb as he leaned against the wall of the Tinos alleyway, the stone almost like ice against his back and tail, and the long shadows around him kept away any relief the barely visible sun might have given. At the very least “springtime” in Aissic meant that the village was free of snow, but for someone used to the warmer climates of Niseca and Submiere it was still a miserable place. Tinos especially was a place Lucky would never have visited if he had a choice. The frigid port village was a backwater which had so far showed him the hospitality of a merchant eyeing up a new fur coat, and that was leaving out the smell. By gods, the smell! Rotting fish mixed with the pungent aroma of a drunk sailor freshly off a three-month voyage was an experience Lucky would have been fine without.
How his friend could stand living in this place was beyond the coonka.
Huffing into his cold palms Lucky pulled himself (almost literally) from the wall and gave one last look at the faded sign of the Last Maiden before approaching the tavern door and grabbing its handle. Really, if it were not for his monster hunter friend, a teeny tiny broken deal, or the approaching prospect of losing his kneecaps, Lucky could have been a thousand miles south happily in his workshop. Warm and content and not wondering if his hand was now stuck to the frigid metal of the door. His kneecaps intact and safe. And yet, that was how business went. One moment you earn yourself a promising contract and then another you just happen to owe a sizable sum of money to an infamous gang of cutthroats and thieves.
Pulling open the door Lucky stepped into the common room of the Last Maiden and took a quick look around…and almost screamed when he saw the pitiful fire sputtering in the corner. At the far counter a tired looking barkeeper absentmindedly polished down a glass while a few sailors and other patrons sat on the nearby tables and chairs, nursing barely steaming breakfasts and cold ale, and all seemingly unconcerned at the increasingly real possibility of Lucky freezing to death. Absolute savages, the lot of them. Perhaps one day the coonka would bring a taste of civilization to the brutes, and already his mind was alight with ideas for self-heated roads and elaborate furnaces when he spotted the familiar hulking frame of one Nuada Ua Ghrian.
The man of the hour.
Ignoring the raised eyebrow of the barkeeper as he watched the inventor make his way to the other side of the room, Lucky grabbed a nearby chair and spun it toward the table Nuada was sitting at, smoothly plopping himself down and giving the monster hunter a toothy grin.
“If it isn’t the big man himself! You’re a hard one to find, Blondie.”
Leaning back against his chair Lucky waved a hand toward the barkeeper. The man, pausing for a moment and staring hard back at the coonka, soon reluctantly set down his mug and began to make his way over to their table.
“So what gripping tale has brought you to this…charming locale?”
Post by Nuada Ua Ghrian on Sept 1, 2017 11:39:02 GMT -7
The cold wind that was creeping through the building would have sent a chill down the spine of any folk that had not adapted to the frosty air of the North. Even without the smoldering embers in the fire place the chill was not enough to reach Nuada Ua Ghrian. The cold here was nowhere close to being life threatening, not like the further North where every day could be a battle to survive the forces of Nature. This temperature did little to make Nuada feel uncomfortable. In fact, he was already enjoying his morning quite well. A half-empty mug of ale sat next to one hand and a bowl of what was once hot oatmeal and chicken sat by the other. It was not a feast of kings, but it was a good way to get started in the morning.
After taking a few more bites and realizing that he was no longer hungry, the hunter leaned back in his chair and kicked his feet up on the corner of the table. He closed his eyes, thinking about all there was for him to do in the day. It involved a lot of walking around and seeing if there were any jobs to take. There were no wanted posters looking for monster hunters to go out into the wilds to stop any plague of beasts. Just when he thought that he would have to spend another day in this town, just lounging around to look for work he saw an old friend take a seat at his table. At Lucky’s introduction to him a smirk appeared on the hunter’s face.
“Oi fend de big guys easiest ter fend, so'tiz yer wee folk dat are 'arder,” the hunter grinned back while pulling his feet down from the table and listening to the next question that his coonka friend had to say.
“It al' started wi' a nice pack av wolves an' den turned into sum trolls livin' under a rock. nigh oi'm jist 'ere in dis 'ole waitin' for more work ter cum me way...perhaps dat is why you're 'ere though,” Nuada said lightheartedly before waiting to see if his inventor friend did have work for him.
___ Tags: Lucky Notes: Here is you reply, ball is now in your court.
“A pint of your finest spirit, my good man! And one for my friend here as well.”
The barkeeper gave the coonka a good, long stare before grunting. Brute. Lucky then watched as the burly man returned to his station, but winced a little and turned away when he noticed the barkeeper pull a particularly blackened and grimy bottle out from behind the counter. The inventor only prayed that whatever foul brew he was about to bring back was good enough to stomach. Or at the very least that it was not literal poison.
In places like this it was generally a good tossup.
Returning his attention to Nuada the coonka chuckled and placed his palms against his chest. “A good thing that is! I’d probably be dead by now if I was any easier to find.”
There was a slight tinge of nervousness to his mirth. The situation he was in now made the joke a little…too close to comfort, and with that in mind Lucky got right to business. It was his kneecaps that were at stake, after all. And he quite enjoyed them.
“As it turns out a good wolf is just what I need, Blondie. I happen to find myself with a problem that demands your particular expertise. Or rather, a monstrous problem, if you will.”
With a sharp rattle a pair of glass mugs were dropped onto the table by the barkeeper. In them was the blackest liquid Lucky had ever laid eyes on, and he was someone who worked with black powder on a near daily basis, but before he could so much as inquire into whether tar was on the menu the man had already wandered off. He would let Nuada take the plunge on this one.
“Err…yes, well, enjoy…that. But tell me, what do you know about the Tears of Vea?”
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Post by Nuada Ua Ghrian on Dec 11, 2017 7:00:23 GMT -7
A small chuckle escaped the hulking man as he noted the coonka’s change in focus at the arrival and departure of the bartender. Nuada’s furry friend had ordered what the locals knew to be the establishment’s award winning beverage, something that many outsiders found to be very repulsive. Since his friend was notlooking his way, the hunter did not try to keep his grin hidden. He would enjoy the surprise that would, hopefully, sneak up on Lucky, if his nose would not give away the surprise too early.
When the coonka finally turned back, Nuada had masked his mischievous smile and turned rather stone-faced, his normal demeanor. His eyes were focused on the swirling of his mug of ale, leftovers from his early morning. He raised it up and drank about half of what was left, a feat that his friend would only strive to do if pressed in competition.
His attention was put back to his masked friend that was sharing his thoughts on his stature being able to help him stay away from predators. At least that is how Nuada interrupted it. Predators and prey was all there was, and he certainly was not prey, Lucky though, that depended on the situation. Nuada raised a questioning eyebrow when he felt a shift in his friend’s tone, it broke away from the regular intelligent, matter-of-fact speaking, mixed with a bit of street tone. Surely, whatever danger his friend was in was no different than normal. Then again, the coonka was not known for his ability to get out of trouble. At least that is what Nuada’s memory could remember.
His inquisitive look became one of intrigue when Lucky began talking about the type of problem he had run into. Nuada was always ready and willing to go on an adventure, of course by going he would normally get a nice sum of money. In this case, however, it was more likely that he would lose money. But this was no problem to him. In the past the inventive coonka had paid him in equipment and upgrades that would make him far better at his work.
The arrival of the beverages put a pause in the conversation. The clinking of the mugs together and then onto the table was a perfect sound to set the mood for the start of an adventure. The black liquid seemed menacing, as whatever stared into it immediately disappeared into the darkness. When told to be the first to try it, a generous smile crossed the hunter’s face while he reached for the mug closest to him.
”As you wish,” he grinned, lifting the mug up for a weak cheers and then brought it to his lips. Immediately he could smell the smoke, forcing a path through his nostrils. Nuada, then took a long gulp of the award-winning brew, the taste of multiple berries and fruits filling his mouth. Even after setting the glass back onto the table he could smell the smoke, wafting ever further into his nose, before it too dissipated. The hunter leaned back in his chair, causing a noticeable creak amidst the low crackles of fire and other conversation, “it would be bet'er if it was still hot.”
“The Tears of Vea, huh? Can’t say I know much about ‘em, seein’ as I hunt monsters an’ not treasure,’ Nuada explained while pointing at the drink that was still sitting untouched in-front of the coonka, ‘though if I know anythin’ at all, it would be tha’ they are some valuable jewels for some reason or another, and I take it tha’ by bringin’ ‘em up, you mus’ have some sort of plan in yer noggin?” _____ Tags: Lucky Notes: 613, I blame handwriting the post first...I should do that more often...
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