< 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 Solana Heiralei on May 6, 2018 14:59:39 GMT -7
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This was the game she played so well.
Serpentine, she spun him ‘round a curled finger, and even with her impressive self-control, Solana couldn’t help but smirk at his abrupt change; the hard hint of seafoam eyes, one step, then two.
She was taken sharply by his strength, the lines of tense muscle hidden under linen had hinted he would be fit, but the sheer power in the hard circlet of his digits around each fragile wrist caught her.
Oh, she was definitely right. There were some interesting things hiding in that Captain’s Cabin.
Then again, she forgot that she was in the body of a featherlight Kina, the shimmering mist under their skin was far lighter than muscle and sinew.
Ah, well. She would have to gain power in… other ways.
Her slim hips shifted as he pressed against her, just barely, just enough to hint at carnal pressure.
An emissary, he accused.
She could see the bright desire behind his eyes, churning – a windswept sea.
"You wish to know my heart, wish to have me bear it for you? Moann wishes to have me face my choices? Then, certainly, let’s be honest.”
Hook, line, and sinker.
So focused was she in the wild eyes locked with hers, Solana could nearly have missed the subtle force at her wrist, the fine shimmer of twin hazes –dark and bright – melted into the spray of the sea.
She must have really seemed to be Tehodis at that moment, content azure eyes dropping in wide-eyed mystery to an arm dissolving – disappearing – fading, too, into seaspray.
Frantic, now, eyes shifted in an anxious dance down the shimmering air, desperately trying to find the missing limb – until only a stump remained pinned beneath her cobalt stare.
She was stuck in a moment of sheer, pure, uncontaminated horror; guided by the dream.
her arm
her arm
hazily, she recalibrated, snapped back into reality’s focused timeline, not your arm, her arm
his mistake, the dream whispered.
She was still stuck somewhere between his dream’s Tehodis, frozen with the terror of betrayal, and the self afloat in the dreamscape with closed eyes, marionettes in-hand, when he caressed against the slope of her dappled nose – her own sloping bridge soft against the hard angle of his.
"This is stopping you. What I did to you."
He smelt of the ocean: salt and smoke and storm and sun.
The dream does not control me, Solana reminded; she was it’s Queen, and it would bend to her will. It served her.
A silvery right palm pressed against his chest, as the storm raged in her eyes; the bright shock of lightning shining, blinding; her eyes were as white as the gleaming of her frosted skin, and her arm suddenly held enough strength to push him back, away, brows hard and low over fading sapphires.
”I thought I could trust you.”
There was a fire burning in her eyes, yes; a soft one, bitter, tainted by the hard hold of resentment. She was no longer gripped by the heat of seething anger; she was hurt. She was disappointed. The storm in her eyes faded to rain, now; the sad grief of a goodbye.
This, Solana imagined, was how it had gone.
She turned again now, eyes – body – to the endless ocean.
Post by Markus Woodrow on May 8, 2018 12:00:08 GMT -7
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[attr="class","mwoody3"]A PREDATOR OF THE SEAS
[attr="class","mwoody4"]CURING THIS OCEAN DISEASE
[attr="class","mwoody5"] Tehodis looked so afraid. Markus wanted both to comfort her - to wrap her up in his arms, hold her tightly, and lay feather kisses along her neck; and to control her - the wrap her up in his arms, hold her tightly, and squeeze her so powerfully that she would be marked by spots of blackened bruising. He knew that in this dream he could do both, if he truly wanted. She would accept both, if he chose to make her. It was the reason why it could never be as fulfilling as reality. The gasps of pleasure or pain were wholly imagined, invented by his mind or taken from memories of women he had lain or pirates he had slain.
Instead, realising just how unsatisfactory the feelings would be, he considered releasing her. But not before she made her own choice. She unleashed her hand from his grip, pressed it against his chest and pushed with a strength he did not believe Tehodis Kitai could have. It was like a wave that had crashed over him, causing his balance to waver and forcing him back several steps. She stared him down with dark eyes, pinning him with the blame he surely deserved, but refused to take. She felt real, and he felt his desire rise.
Following, she shifted again, as quickly as an ocean turned from storm to calm. She turned to the ocean and spat cold words to him, digging under his skin. These did not fill him with rage, or a desire to punish her refusals of him. This generated something else within him. "No," He supplied plainly. His eyes blinked closed for a moment, and his breath came out with a sound like ocean spray. He could feel a weightlessness then, a coldness all around him, and a warmth pressed against him. The two were floating, submerged in the sea now, sunlight filtering down through the surface above and casting rays across them.
Woodrow was behind Tehodis, holding her one hand, and his other hand wrapped its way around her waist, fingers gracing over her stomach. Their hair flowed loosely around them both, tendrils of brown rising freely around them. And they were both nude, though there was little to suggest this was a fantasy. No, this was something else. This was almost religious.
"We are intended," He told her, his lips not moving but his voice reverberating through the water without need, "Because I choose it. Moann has given me that power, the power to shape my own destiny, and to choose my own fate: I have written you as mine. And so, mine you shall be. Your will is nothing. Your want is nothing. And I shall take everything from you, until all that remains of your life... Is me. And then, you will happily will yourself to me, choose me, love me, serve me. That is all you have been intended for, Tehodis Kitai."
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