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“You are staring.” Ogling was closer to the truth, but Aure let it slide for now. When one didn’t have basic manners or verbal aptitudes to show their admiration in a way that would make her feel more than a piece of meat, this was what they did. It was such simple behavior. Adan didn’t look like an ordinary drunkard wasting his life away by drinking in a bar money of his own and his family’s to the point his head was like a soggy sponge incapable of forming even a simple word without stuttering and drooling, but he sure had some similar manners. Perhaps his father was the simpleminded drunk type and he had inherited it from there. “A trickster…” It fit to everything he had told her before. “You better hold to the sword because it’s what connects us. Don’t go losing it somewhere or you can’t summon me back to your side. Now that I’m here, you don’t need to actually hold it all the time to keep me here. Just, don’t go forgetting it somewhere. If someone else finds it and takes hold of it, it’s going to be a problem for you.” Aure shared sparsely information of how this pact worked in practice. “I’m a full spirit. There is no mixed blood in me.” The way she said that made it sound like being mixed blood was somehow degrading. “If you are looking for a race name, it’s vulpi. I guess it’s confusing, assuming there are still fox beastmen existing in this world. Impossible to tell the difference between the two based on looks alone.” While she spoke the woman looked at the door and tilted her head lightly. It sure was determined… Would it really wait behind the door for days if necessary? It couldn’t be that huge, because it got there somehow and Aure doubted the corridors and doorways on the outside were that impressive when it came to size. “It saves a lot of effort and time since you know the fundamentals of using magic. I can lend you my power and you can use it for more straightforward destructive magic. Sounds simple enough?” Aure glanced at the man as she walked to a different position, behind Adan on his left hand side. From there she had a good view at what the human was doing and what was happening with the door so she could interfere if it became necessary. After all, she would be stuck in the blade once again if this man died. A corpse next to the sword would be counterproductive in encouraging a new owner of the sword to pick it up. “So… Draw the magical power, concentrate it and release it when you swing at that door. Go ahead. Give it a try.” The fox nodded towards the door.

Silly little human, Aure thought. Her promises meant nothing as what he spoke now in the language he didn’t know was the true oath that bound her. Unlucky Adan didn’t understand what he said and there was nothing that forced her to interpret it to him, or have him announce the oath in a language he could actually understand. The empty promises made him believe he was safe and as soon as he continued believing so, things would be easier between them. Aure had no interest in serving anyone, so her first mission would be finding out how she could break this curse between her and the stupid blade. There were no flashing lights or sparkles. Instead thick, grey smoke wormed out of the sword, swirling in the air like forming a thick pillar and in the cover of the smoky mist the spirit of the sword manifested. As the smoke began dissolving there stood a curvy figure on the floor. She was little over 170 centimeters tall, without counting her pointy black fox ears and heels into the height. The being looked just as much woman as she had sounded. Her body veiled by a dark dress that had indecently short hem and even more indecently generous cleavage. Soft black fur trim embraced the smooth skin of her round breasts. The most fabric of her dress was in the unusually long sleeves. Around her slim waist was tied a wide purple sash, its ends on a large bow on the front side. Behind her was a fluffy mass that was her tail. Aure smiled mischievously at the human. She hadn’t even said a word yet, but he could see it in her golden eyes; she would be trouble. Peacefully the fox lady stretched her arms and finger, like she was checking they were formed like they were supposed. Then she moved her long legs and ah! It felt good to have a real body again! “See? No demon horns or bat wings.” Aure looked at the door that was trapping them both in this little room. “It’s persistent… Now then… Can you do any magic, Adan?”

“Chivalry has truly died. I'm the definition of a damsel in distress. You should jump at the chance to save me from my predicament and not act like I’m an evil dragon.” Aure sighed overly dramatically. She wasn’t surprised by his caution, not the slightest. “Oh! How you injure me with your suspicions! I’m not a devil trying to steal souls of mortals. I told you. I’m a spirit. A benevolent soul, if I may add. But… if it soothes your mind, I will accept your terms. They are fair after all.” Aure made her promise lightly. There were many possibilities to why she didn’t hesitate for a moment. She could actually be a spirit that had no ill intentions or she didn’t need to obey such promises. A contract with a devil was to be feared for a reason. When it came to promises, twisting words and using loopholes in the made contracts, the demons made even the most rotten politicians and lawyers look like innocently gurgling babies. “I’m not the type to possess bodies of others. I’m quite comfortable in my own body… when I can manifest it.” She added. “Let’s create this contract and go kill that thing waiting for you! Now, bleed your blood on the blade and repeat after me: Ig mir sangis ire gerr dul…” Aure had asked what language Adan knew so she would use language he wasn’t familiar with. The words the voice spoke were ancient abyssal that differed so much from the modern abyssal that not even those who were fluent in modern abyssal could understand it.

If Adan thought she would be prancing around like some kind of prize pony, he couldn’t be more wrong. Just the thought disgusted Aure. From the sound of it, this human truly was a simple looter. He wanted to find objects lost in the time, but he didn’t know what they were. Real scholars must hate the thought of a simpleton like him rumbling through fragile ruins and destroying possible great discoveries in his search for shinies. Well, idiot was better for her plans and she didn’t care about dusty ruins and their ancient secrets. “Just idle curiosity.” Aure answered carelessly his question about the languages. “Don’t let the detail of me being stuck in this cursed slab of metal fool you. I’m not weak just because of my situation. I’m powerful enough to lend my power to a mortal like you. Without giving you too much for your body to contain it. If you bursted on the walls I would be back into the same predicament I was in the beginning of our meeting. I can give you more than enough power to slay whatever is on the other side of that door, but I must get out of this sword to do that.” Aure knew that sounded exactly like a deal with a devil, but there was no helping of it. The more she thought about it, the luckier she felt about Aidan being someone who lacked the knowledge of these things. The sword was quiet, giving the human male time to progress what she suggested. He didn’t need every little detail, they would come later. Once he made his decision, those details wouldn’t be enough to change it. It’s not like she would be asking him to start sacrificing virgins for her.

“I’m not a blade. Well… I guess technically I am at the moment, but this isn’t how I was born.” The thought of her being born as a small baby dagger and growing up to be a proper sword was both stupid and amusing at the same time. “Emperor whose name you can’t pronounce, some ruler of Shanki and bunch of mountains surrounded by bunch of farmland.” That was said with her deadpan tone. “You are just a simple looter who likes to imagine himself as a scholar. It sounds more honorable to be a scholar, but if you are one, there are teachers out there crying blood. You made a discovery and learnt nothing of it. There is nothing wrong in being some kind of ruin looter, but one should have enough pride to admit it.” “I’m not Valereen and I’m not a sword either. I’m a spirit. Valereen trapped me inside this blade. Since I’m still here, I guess that means she isn’t dead yet. Now we are both trapped here, in slightly different ways. But this isn’t the end of everything. On the contrary, this is a new beginning. I can help you get out of here and deal with the local pest problem.” Aure paused to let Adan think about what she was hinting. He didn’t have much choice in the situation. He could wait and hope someone would wander here, take his chances with the monster or starve. Finally fortune was smiling at her. “What languages you know Adan?”

“That's a false assumption. Just because you can’t see me, it doesn’t mean I don’t have a body. Even with a physical body, I wouldn’t worry about your hungry furry friend.” She said it with such ease because as long as she didn’t have a body, no one could harm it or because she believed the being behind the door wasn’t dangerous enough to be a real threat to her existence. Naturally she could be overestimating herself by far too. “I have nothing to do with the walls. I’m talking to you telepathically. Are you familiar with the term? If you don’t know what it means, let’s just say it means a magical voice inside your head.” In her opinion that was close enough description. “To be more precise, I’m inside the sword you took. The most unfortunate fate, don’t you think? And unfair one. Talking about unfortunate fates… I’m curious to see which one you choose. Being eaten alive or starving. Putting that aside, it is pleasure to meet me.” The voice stated with great confidence. The talk about being inside the sword made sense, as Aidan might notice if he let go of the weapon. As long as he had physical contact to the sword, he could hear her voice but if he put the sword so it wasn’t touching him anymore, the voice went mute. A layer or two of clothing didn’t interfere with the connection. “Ah. Interpreting ancient overly flowery texts that reveal to be diaries of someone who enjoys wasting his days by observing squirrels, crawling in dust and mud to dig out a piece of some broken flower vase. That’s definitely thrilling.” He could hear it in her voice how she would have rolled her eyes if it was physically possible. “What great discoveries have you made, Adan? What were you hoping to find here? Treasures of Valereen?” Aure revealed knowing the name of the demon. “How time flies…” The voice sighed and was quiet for a moment. “It was sometime in the First Era. The exact year or time doesn’t matter anymore. Since you are walking freely here, it must mean Valereen is gone. Is she dead?”

“So that’s why it’s so frustrated. You are that snack it’s after. The poor thing thought it’s going to have a proper feast tonight and then you slipped here to hide.” The voice had her doubts about it truly being a giant rat, but it couldn’t be anything too dangerous as the door was enough to keep it on the other side. Although, the creature on that side of the door sounded as eager to murder the human stuck in the room as a hungry giant rat would be. “Shouldn’t you introduce yourself before asking someone’s name? But fine… My name is Aure.” Her name didn’t match with the name of the rumored demon. “How about you tell me why you are here? I’m supposing you aren’t here to function as a rat bait. Could it be something as simple and boring as looting everything that shines?” The mysterious voice answered at least one of his questions and sounded mildly annoyed by his lack of manners. She hadn’t had any company in what felt like eternity, so any company would do at this point. Actually… How long have I been here? “Do tell me Mister Ratbait, what year it is now?”

As soon as Adan’s fingers touched the hilt of the sword a strange sensation ran through his body. It wasn’t painful, not hot or cold. It was an electrifying feeling, like a tingle of unknown origin that became milder as if his body was becoming adjusted to it. If he was sensitive to magical auras, he might feel another presence in the room. Yet he couldn’t see anyone. “All alone in this old, dusty place…” A female voice noted the obvious like it was something dull and mildly disappointing. No matter how sharp-sighted he was, he couldn’t find another person or a being in the room. The voice was inside his head, whether he wanted it there or not. “Did you lock yourself in here? Or did someone lock you here? No. You don’t look like a prisoner or a sacrifice. I take it you are the clumsy kind. If that’s the case, I guess you will be keeping me company for some days before…” She left the end lingering up in the air. “Or… Could it be that creature outside chased you here? Oh, entertain me! What is it? A wolpertinger with an unusually deep voice? A bear cub whose head is stuck in a jar? A night hag after her alimony?” He could hear it in her mischievous voice and held back laughter. Whatever the voice was, she was having fun at his expense.

Hello

Is it possible to play this roleplay if one doesn't want their char to be involved in non-con or villains/monsters doing something lewd to their character? In other words, is participation to lewd content mandatory?

I'm curious to know about the assumed focus of the roleplay. Are we to steer towards sexy situations, make something more story orientated with scheming and plot twists, something happy go lucky where bad guys are knocked out but no one dies and no too serious matters are included? Or is this up to players to decide too? Just checking because if I make amazon jungle where people get molested at least and at worst more than that and world and goal of the roleplay has story focus instead of orifice exploring it suits poorly in the general tone of the roleplay, or if I create detailed location with many possibilities for stories and worldbuilding and then roleplay is focusing more on erotic encounters and kink roaming it's again something that serves no one properly. So I would like to know what kind of stuff would be good fit for the roleplay to make and what is expected from the players. But if that's all up to players, then I will naturally wait and see : )

Do you have any ideas on what players are supposed to be doing? Is the general goal saving the world from threat that's the be decided later or something else? Is there going to be something that ties the chars together or are we supposed to work as a group?

Hello I haven't played Fabula Ultima, but I like the idea of everyone participating in the creation of the world and story. It might help players to commit in it better than average 'take it or leave it' kinda roleplay setting. I give my vote on high fantasy world with relatively low tech. Tech would be mostly things that make live more convenient, like running water and lights, but nothing advanced like phones, cars and such. Although, I'm open for different types of worlds too. I'm gonna think bit more about the themes before I say anything about them... Everyone makes one location. Does the location mean something like a country or part of city or something else? If we can do something as country, I would like to make a north kingdom. Assuming fantasy races are available and we are to make origin place for a race, I would like to make a eastern themed (anthro) fox kingdom. I hope others will join too and we will hear their ideas and thoughts too : )

I would like to know more about ownership rights to a club. If a club becomes inactive, players stop posting and the club owner is still on ED, will it be put up for adoption after 6 months of inactivity either way? Does the inactivity and adoption progress include private clubs with more than 3 members too? I’m curious to know if there is a way to protect my own creation. If I put a lot of time in creating a setting and story, I don’t like the thought of someone else coming and taking my work and twisting it into something it was never meant to be. So, is there a way to prevent this from happening, even after players become inactive or is the only sure way of preventing that happening not posting it on the forum?

It's loong time from the last time I wrote something. This is exactly the kind of writing exercise I need : ) Had trim modest 1500 words out to make it close to 1500 : p I get sidetracked way too easily. I didn't come up with anything happy, so bitter sweet it is : p Took a look at previous prompts and there were some really interesting ones. Looking forward to future challenges : )

“Just in time.” Aidan said when he heard the sound of approaching heels clacking against the floor. The familiar figure stopped in the doorway. Her tanzanite blue eyes appraised both the selection of bite-sized snacks and their maker. Aidan was closer to 40 than 30 and when the woman with adorable fox traits estimated him openly he felt the weight of every year on his shoulders. Ingeril looked like a woman in her prime. It was hard not to fear her interest might fade as time gnawed at his appearance. Yet, her red, full lips curved into a gentle smile and Aidan saw approval in the blue gaze. That wordless acceptance made the redhead feel like he could breathe freely again. Aidan pulled a chair out for his companion. It didn’t go unnoticed, how Inge’s fingertips brushed against his side, as if it was an accident, as she passed him. “Did you make all of this?” “Store bought wouldn’t be good enough for you.” Aidan replied as he yanked a wine bottle’s cork off and filled her glass. “It looks inviting.” Ingeril waited for the host to take his seat before she took a cranberry brie bite. “And the taste is good too. By the way, did you get that promotion you talked about?” “You are looking at the new major general right now.” “Oh! You did it! I’m so proud of you!” Excitedly the fox clapped her hands together. She was the fox here, but such a simple but genuine compliment would have made Aidan wag his tail like crazy if he wasn’t a human and hadn’t lacked such appendage. Hearing those words had a bigger impact on him than he would have liked to admit. It had been such a long time since the last time they had met. With ease Ingeril spoke like it was just yesterday when they saw one another. It felt cozy. Like time stood still for them. Aidan told willingly everything the dark haired lady wanted to know. He told about what was going on in his life, in good and bad. He told about his work, the encounters he had had, what had happened in the lives of their friends and all the people Ingeril hated. Counter questions were right on tip of the redhead’s tongue, but he didn’t say them aloud. Inge wouldn’t have answered any of them. By the time Aidan got to tell about their neighbors, he could see his companion’s interest vanishing. She was still politely listening to him, but the woman had pushed her chair further away from the table. Lazily she drew circles around the rim of the glass with her fingertip. “Zillain and Mike adopted a girl. Jennifer. They asked me to be her godfather.” “How old is she?” “Ten. I guess you could say she is like Zillain because she isn’t good at school in anything that requires… academic prowess.” Ingeril smiled at his choice of words. It was Aidan’s way of calling someone stupid. The woman raised the glass to her lips. After she licked her lips like she was catching a runaway drop from dripping down. “Christmas must be a happy time for her, with all the presents, bright lights and such…” Gracefully Inge crossed her legs in a way that made the hem of her skirt raise. As she did so, her eyes were glued to the man. They both knew he was watching her every move. Aidan loved how the vixen tempted him with small, seemingly innocent gestures without offering herself vulgarly like a cheap whore. He could almost see the lace border of her thigh sock. So close, yet so far. That was all the invite he needed. “Yea. It must be a happy time for her. Them.” Aidan agreed as he stood up and circled to Ingeril. He offered his hand to her. There was a playful glint in her eyes as the fox lady played along and placed her hand on the larger hand. With one smooth movement Aidan pulled the woman up, spun her around like it was a part of well practised dance and swooped her off of her legs so he could grab her into a princess carry. Inge gasped theatrically. “Oh! The time for talking is over?” “We can talk. About other things.” Carefully the soldier laid her woman down on the wide bed. He admired the sight on the bed, her curves, long legs, smooth skin, shiny black hair and pointy furry ears. Aidan threw his suit jacket somewhere on the floor and when Inge shook her head quietly, he stopped undressing. The dark fox wanted to unwrap him like a present at her own pace and he wasn’t going to deny her that pleasure. Instead Aidan approached the woman impatiently. Ingeril pressed the heel of her shoe against the man’s shoulder when he leant in to kiss her. His weight pressed her knee near her head. “Slowly.” Inge whispered. It was a request and order at the same time. Aidan inhaled audibly. Despite being tall for a woman, the fox was clearly shorter and smaller than the human man. Yet, like a gentle giant, he obeyed without complaints. Aidan stood on his knees and cradled Ingeril’s foot between his hands. Lightly he kissed her ankle as his amber eyes observed the woman’s face carefully. “Yes, my mistress.” Aidan answered with a little smirk as he began kissing his way up along her leg. She might want to start slowly, but it was only the beginning. Before long she would grow tired at playing a good girl and would want more, rougher and harder. Tender lovemaking wouldn’t be enough to satisfy her as the fox fed on pure passion in its rawest form. Ingeril wanted and needed to feel chains breaking lust. She wanted to lose herself in the swirls of heated sex and make Aidan lose himself too. It meant letting go, stepping into the zone that was borderline abusive, going so far he would be afraid of actually hurting her. When Aidan introduced something new he had got for her, asking for permission to try it, the woman was instantly into it. She never missed a chance to lure him deeper into debauchery. It was a long wild ride. Ingeril wasn’t satisfied before they were both sweaty, wet, sticky and out of breath. And a bit sore. Inge looked fully satisfied as she curled against Aidan’s side. Just seeing the happy look on her beautiful face as he gently stroked her ear, giving her the well deserved aftercare love, made it worth the exhaustion the man was feeling right now. They were in no hurry. The biggest mistake Aidan could have made now was getting up and starting to fuss about something. He remained there, enveloping Ingeril in his devoted love as they spoke in whispers and basked in the afterglow of their shared sexual adventure. Afterwards Aidan ran a hot bubble bath for them to soak in and when they were decent again he took the fox out to eat. He had made a VIP reservation well in advance to a new fusion restaurant. The food was excellent and the place had a pleasant atmosphere. From there they went ice skating in the park and strolled down the streets while enjoying hot cocoa and browsing store windows. Their final stop for the night was on a rooftop. From there they would have a great view of a fireworks show that was to begin shortly. A pilot and a military helicopter stood further away in the background of the pair. “Aidan… Have you ever thought about moving forward? Seeing someone else?” Ingeril asked quietly as she looked at the stars in the clear night sky. Her question made the redhead sad. “I tried being open minded. Open to the possibility of… something. But it’s no use. When I’m with someone else, all I can think of is you. I can’t stop comparing everyone to you. Inge, you win every time in a comparison. Even your-” faults “non-perfect qualities are a solid part of you. Good and bad, they are what makes you you. I don’t want to lose even one part of you.” I don’t want to lose you. Ingeril opened her mouth to argue, but then closed her lips and looked elsewhere. “You are stupid.” The fox snapped, but there was no fire in her words. Aidan knew she was feeling emotional and wanted to hide it. “Come on. Don’t depreciate your taste in men like that.” “Tsk!” Ingeril huffed and Aidan couldn’t resist the temptation of patting her head between the ears as her tail swished angrily. “It’s almost midnight.” He sounded miserable. “Ssh” Ingeril whispered and placed her finger against his lips, sliding the finger into his mouth and pulling the man closer like a huge fish so she could shut him up with a kiss. You don’t want to hear it, Aidan thought as he accepted the kiss and made it deeper. He pulled her body against his and held her tightly. Then they were interrupted by the sound of fireworks exploding in the distance. A red light burst on the dark night sky and shone on them. Bit reluctantly Inge turned around to watch the wireworks show, while keeping Aidan’s arms around her. He felt her tail moving lightly between them. Aidan gave just a brief glance at the bright lights in the sky. To him seeing the colors reflect on Ingeril’s eyes was a more enchanting sight. The way wind brushed her hair, how cold made the tip of her nose and cheeks red, the way her lips curved into a smile, the light in her eyes… He wanted to engrave that image deep into his memory so it could never fade away. Ingeril turned around when she felt the redhead’s fingers touch her cheek. Gently she leant her cheek against his palm. “Aidan… You are the only man I have ever loved and will love. You are the only one that matters.” It was rare to hear her speak so tenderly. Those words tugged the man’s heartstrings and made his voice shake when he answered. “I love you, Inge. Just you. Now and forever.” Aidan saw how one moment Ingeril leaned against his hand, he felt her warmth against his skin, the joy in the blue of her eyes his words brought… Then she was gone, like a beautiful dream. Her form turned into pure white, light snow that fell down on the ground, unable to hold its shape. Every time Ingeril left, leaving those words as her last words. Those words must have been important to her. Were they something you had wanted to say before your time ran out? Ingeril had died years ago. Aidan could never forgive himself for not being there then. When Ingeril appeared on Christmas, Aidan thought he had finally gone crazy. However, other people could see and talk with his sweet illusion. Every Christmas Inge came back to him. For 12 hours she was alive again. In those 12 hours his life had meaning again. During that time other people could see and interact with her, but once midnight took his lovely fox away it gave others false memories so no one but him remembered seeing her. The pilot wouldn’t remember Aidan coming here with someone, but Aidan would remember every precious detail. His body could still feel her touch, her warmth. The light scratches on his skin and bite marks on his shoulder proved to him he hadn’t gone insane. Aidan didn’t know why or how Ingeril returned back to live for one night, but it didn’t matter. Inge never answered his questions. Every time Inge left it hurt like she tore his heart out of his chest. No matter how much pain Aidan would have to go through, he would do it over and over again if it meant he could have her with her. You are worth it. Aidan stood still and looked at the wireworks. Tears made his vision blurry. He needed a moment to pull himself together. “We will meet again, my love. We will meet again.”

I will reply to what you said in Lore Dump so I won't flood it with unnecessary text. Checking that I have understood things right. Outsiders are angels and demons and in most of the cases their powerfulness depends on how many followers they have. They can have give their boon, part of their power to their champions so they will have some power too. How many outsiders are there? Mostly I'm wondering that is the main city the only place with outsiders and how rare they are. Are all angels good and demons bad or can there be exceptions? Is it must for outsiders to be angels/demons or can they be some other race too? Is it possible to make outsider of lust who is a kitsune? Did I get it right when I understood that the outsiders don't war with each other for dominance in the traditional 'let's clash steel till there is one man standing' way but by gathering followers? @inkylore

Hello proud new owner of the club : ) I was wondering if you are planning on making some changes to the lore and/or setting or carry on as it is? @inkylore

Hello. I will jump in the brainstorming. Hope you don't mind : ) I think it would be good to gather all lore&setting info that's locked somewhere when it's ready to make char creation easier. I also support medieval fantasy setting or alternatively something bit more technologically advances, like steampunk or some other punk. Is it the origin of the dragons decided? There are ancient dragons that were born from eggs and they are hiding from humankind, so people believe they are dead. Some might even believe they never existed in the first place and were legends only. The new dragons are 'born' from humans in rare cases and more commonly from animals. This change is initiated by dragonstone or by lingering magical energy? How common and strong magic would be in general? I'm supposing both young and ancient dragons would have superior magical abilities to the humans? If I have misunderstood something wrong, I'm happy to be corrected : )

There was somewhere mention about small expeditions outside the ship, but I couldn't find it. I would very much like to do some small expeditions for exploring a planet or gathering supplies or something along those lines. Is it possible to so such things without them being GM lead events? Which brings me to my other question, what is the focus of this rp? Are we supposed to thread own stories or is this all about slice of life kinda interaction between the chars in the ARK?

There are almost 8 billion people on this planet this year, and that number keeps going up. Maybe before ARK took off whatever problem caused people to desert their planets, the population decreased. Still, X billions people plus unknown number of aliens is insane amount of people. Maybe there were sister ships that headed in different directions. Dunno. However, I'm interested about that smaller ships probing the cosmos I would imagine that it's crucial for survival to explore all possible planets that could give resources or even be habitable.

I went to read the updated dossier. It looks good! Great work @Starcry You did all the heavy lifting and I get to enjoy to the fruits of your hard labor, so many thanks to you