VampirateMace
Internet Overlord
Royals from kingdoms across the Nine Regions of the Nether Realm have gathered at the grand hall in the central kingdom of Nexus: City of Magic to attend the 969th Annual Grand Inter-Kingdom Ball, a celebration of peace throughout the Nether Realm. To most it is a dry and somber affair, highlighted only by the rare ability to actually mingle with other species. - As per the vote in discussion; we will be starting just prior to the point in the plot where the ball goes to hell, so everyone can have a couple fancy slice of life intro posts first.
SU Thread: https://forums.serebii.net/threads/heirs-of-the-nether-realm-rated-r.668292/
Discussion: https://discord.gg/934SJDc
- Informative assets are pinned in discussion; rough map, size charts, haikus, etc. . .
Rules:
1. Follow the standard forum and sub-forum rules.
2. Don't SPAM, flame, or otherwise harass other players. I don't care if it's here or on discord, just don't do it, be mature.
3. Don't bunny (control others' character's) without permission. - If you fight another player, you do not get to decide if you hit them. But I'm not really expecting player vs player violence in this.
4. Your character is NOT Omnipotent, Omniscient, or Omnipresent. Do NOT have them know things they shouldn't, teleport, or otherwise god-mode.
5. Put your name and location (if known) at the top of your post. Inventory is not required for this RP.
6. For those of you with attendants, familiars, and pets, make it very clear WHO is doing WHAT. It's also helpful to name them as well at the top of your post.
7. Do NOT be the idiot that forces me to make more rules, okay? <3
Approved Players:
1. VampirateMace - (Laun, Jötunn)
2. Monster Guy (Sky, Fairy)
3. Tangeh (Tasoula, Siren)
4. Schade (Alistair, Vampire)
5. Vern (Shura, Orc)
6. Skillfullness (Garnet, Kenku)
7. Dragalge (Millefuille, Magical Human)
8. GoldenHouou (Aeon, Demon)
9.
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Laun (Jötunn) & Muninn (Falcon)
Location: Ballroom of the Grand Hall in Nexus: City of Magic
Laun felt a little out of place as he trudged through the ballroom. He was taller then most everyone else and well aware that his clothes were not quite as delicate and fancy as those of the races that considered themselves more civilized. He wasn't sure what to make of this, as he knew both orcs and yetis also had rich cultures separating them from the animals, yet weren't considered civilized. But his long leather coat and furs were what passed as formal or traditional wear among his people, so it would have to do. All this was not to mention the fact he was so used to using magic to freeze the ground as he walked, it was hard not to leave an icy trail wherever he went. His father seemed to have it down, but whenever he glanced back, he could tell he was failing by the frosty patches of hardwood floor.
Upon arriving he'd been cycled through greeting everyone who'd already arrived, which was a little awkward given all the different customs he had to keep straight, and any new ones he needed to learn. Then his father had broke away to talk diplomacy with some other leaders, leaving him alone. Given his age, and the fact he'd attended before, this wasn't technically unexpected, but it was still kind of bothersome. Laun didn't really like being alone, and he only knew as much of these people as the couple hours divided among them on previous years allowed. He wished Muninn was here with him, but the falcon didn’t really care for being inside, nor did it seem most people appreciated animals that much at indoor events.
Soft music played in the background, Laun thought it might have been a piece composed in the Demon Kingdom, but it was hard to tell when it was being played much too slow and softly. This was presumably in an effort to match the visuals of soft draped décor and precious metals. A couple of trained pixies floated by with a silver tray of hors d'oeuvres between them. They paused every now and then so people could snatch a tiny puff pastry full of spinach dip, a pseudodragon meatball, or a cube of deep fried unicorn cheese. Laun paid this no mind, he knew the real banquet lay on the other side of the hall, along with the drink stations. Remembering this, he decided maybe a drink would help, maybe it would make this feel more like the festivals back home, and started wading through the crowd. Something in the back of his mind tried to remind him that it wouldn't, especially not with the drinks being tiny and fancy (and watered-down he suspected), but he'd already decided he wanted one.
Laun turned, meandering that way, easily parting the crowd at his size, but also trying to remember to stop and schmooze a little as he crossed the room. This of course was awkward because he hardly knew anyone, so most of it was asking them how they were doing in the common tongue before excusing himself quietly.
Finally across the hall he faced the long tables of finger foods and fancy drinks, tended to by a small army of servers in traditional human suits (regardless of actual species). He strolled along the nearest table of food, heading for a drink table. He decided he'd have to come back for a snack later. There were exotic finger foods from all over the Nether Realm laid out fancy platters; mini chimera egg quiches, fresh seared scallops, deep fried shrimp, stuffed pumpkin flowers, single breaded fern flowers served over pesto drizzled toast, seared slices of pseudodragon tail steak, bit-sized gold and silver apple fritters, deviled caladrius eggs, and much more.
Stolling over to the drink station, it revealed to be just s fancy and exotic as the buffet. Tiny cups were laid out in neat little rows, each garnished and filled with fancy drinks; tiny crystal goblets of untainted dew with a single tiny violet floating on top, rosy elven wine, blazing water from the demon kingdom garnished with some vegetable Laun wasn't familiar with, flutes of local champagne, ridiculously small portions of dwarven ale, frosty yeti-made vodka. . . Laun glanced at the goblin in a suit on a step stool, who was pouring and garnishing fresh portions to replace those recently taken. Then carefully, cause this **** was way too delicate for his large hands, Laun picked up one of the flutes of champagne. He'd only ever had it here in Nexus, and from what he recalled, though it was weak, it was delightfully bubbly. It took only a swallow to drain the cup, and the goblin looked a bit surprised and put-off when he set it back down. Laun suggested, “Maybe I could take the bottle?”
“But sir, this is a lot of alcohol,” suggested the goblin lifting a glass bottle that looked about the right size in Laun's opinion. Laun shrugged and downed a couple of the tiny dwarven ales. It was a bit stronger, and he could feel a slight sing on his tongue, but it was hardly worth the effort. He set these cups next to the first. The goblin sighed and passed the champagne bottle to him. And that is how Laun came to be standing against a side wall of the grand hall, watching royals schmooze as he drank champagne straight from the bottle.
SU Thread: https://forums.serebii.net/threads/heirs-of-the-nether-realm-rated-r.668292/
Discussion: https://discord.gg/934SJDc
- Informative assets are pinned in discussion; rough map, size charts, haikus, etc. . .
Rules:
1. Follow the standard forum and sub-forum rules.
2. Don't SPAM, flame, or otherwise harass other players. I don't care if it's here or on discord, just don't do it, be mature.
3. Don't bunny (control others' character's) without permission. - If you fight another player, you do not get to decide if you hit them. But I'm not really expecting player vs player violence in this.
4. Your character is NOT Omnipotent, Omniscient, or Omnipresent. Do NOT have them know things they shouldn't, teleport, or otherwise god-mode.
5. Put your name and location (if known) at the top of your post. Inventory is not required for this RP.
6. For those of you with attendants, familiars, and pets, make it very clear WHO is doing WHAT. It's also helpful to name them as well at the top of your post.
7. Do NOT be the idiot that forces me to make more rules, okay? <3
Approved Players:
1. VampirateMace - (Laun, Jötunn)
2. Monster Guy (Sky, Fairy)
3. Tangeh (Tasoula, Siren)
4. Schade (Alistair, Vampire)
5. Vern (Shura, Orc)
6. Skillfullness (Garnet, Kenku)
7. Dragalge (Millefuille, Magical Human)
8. GoldenHouou (Aeon, Demon)
9.
___
Laun (Jötunn) & Muninn (Falcon)
Location: Ballroom of the Grand Hall in Nexus: City of Magic
Laun felt a little out of place as he trudged through the ballroom. He was taller then most everyone else and well aware that his clothes were not quite as delicate and fancy as those of the races that considered themselves more civilized. He wasn't sure what to make of this, as he knew both orcs and yetis also had rich cultures separating them from the animals, yet weren't considered civilized. But his long leather coat and furs were what passed as formal or traditional wear among his people, so it would have to do. All this was not to mention the fact he was so used to using magic to freeze the ground as he walked, it was hard not to leave an icy trail wherever he went. His father seemed to have it down, but whenever he glanced back, he could tell he was failing by the frosty patches of hardwood floor.
Upon arriving he'd been cycled through greeting everyone who'd already arrived, which was a little awkward given all the different customs he had to keep straight, and any new ones he needed to learn. Then his father had broke away to talk diplomacy with some other leaders, leaving him alone. Given his age, and the fact he'd attended before, this wasn't technically unexpected, but it was still kind of bothersome. Laun didn't really like being alone, and he only knew as much of these people as the couple hours divided among them on previous years allowed. He wished Muninn was here with him, but the falcon didn’t really care for being inside, nor did it seem most people appreciated animals that much at indoor events.
Soft music played in the background, Laun thought it might have been a piece composed in the Demon Kingdom, but it was hard to tell when it was being played much too slow and softly. This was presumably in an effort to match the visuals of soft draped décor and precious metals. A couple of trained pixies floated by with a silver tray of hors d'oeuvres between them. They paused every now and then so people could snatch a tiny puff pastry full of spinach dip, a pseudodragon meatball, or a cube of deep fried unicorn cheese. Laun paid this no mind, he knew the real banquet lay on the other side of the hall, along with the drink stations. Remembering this, he decided maybe a drink would help, maybe it would make this feel more like the festivals back home, and started wading through the crowd. Something in the back of his mind tried to remind him that it wouldn't, especially not with the drinks being tiny and fancy (and watered-down he suspected), but he'd already decided he wanted one.
Laun turned, meandering that way, easily parting the crowd at his size, but also trying to remember to stop and schmooze a little as he crossed the room. This of course was awkward because he hardly knew anyone, so most of it was asking them how they were doing in the common tongue before excusing himself quietly.
Finally across the hall he faced the long tables of finger foods and fancy drinks, tended to by a small army of servers in traditional human suits (regardless of actual species). He strolled along the nearest table of food, heading for a drink table. He decided he'd have to come back for a snack later. There were exotic finger foods from all over the Nether Realm laid out fancy platters; mini chimera egg quiches, fresh seared scallops, deep fried shrimp, stuffed pumpkin flowers, single breaded fern flowers served over pesto drizzled toast, seared slices of pseudodragon tail steak, bit-sized gold and silver apple fritters, deviled caladrius eggs, and much more.
Stolling over to the drink station, it revealed to be just s fancy and exotic as the buffet. Tiny cups were laid out in neat little rows, each garnished and filled with fancy drinks; tiny crystal goblets of untainted dew with a single tiny violet floating on top, rosy elven wine, blazing water from the demon kingdom garnished with some vegetable Laun wasn't familiar with, flutes of local champagne, ridiculously small portions of dwarven ale, frosty yeti-made vodka. . . Laun glanced at the goblin in a suit on a step stool, who was pouring and garnishing fresh portions to replace those recently taken. Then carefully, cause this **** was way too delicate for his large hands, Laun picked up one of the flutes of champagne. He'd only ever had it here in Nexus, and from what he recalled, though it was weak, it was delightfully bubbly. It took only a swallow to drain the cup, and the goblin looked a bit surprised and put-off when he set it back down. Laun suggested, “Maybe I could take the bottle?”
“But sir, this is a lot of alcohol,” suggested the goblin lifting a glass bottle that looked about the right size in Laun's opinion. Laun shrugged and downed a couple of the tiny dwarven ales. It was a bit stronger, and he could feel a slight sing on his tongue, but it was hardly worth the effort. He set these cups next to the first. The goblin sighed and passed the champagne bottle to him. And that is how Laun came to be standing against a side wall of the grand hall, watching royals schmooze as he drank champagne straight from the bottle.
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