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In a world built upon a foundation of conflict, the past year has been notably violent. As Crux Fidelis, the Crusaders and ruling faction of Sium, suffer heavy losses from a particularly bloody Aphelion, other factions are emboldened to take action. Despite being allies, Weltschmerz's ambitious and duplicitous nature sees them taking bigger risks which threaten to break their alliance. All the while, Apocrypha continues to gain public sympathy and support while the Black Sun Cabal and Poena Damni continue to wreak havoc. As Sium races towards yet another conflict, it’s evident that a war lurks on the horizon.
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Jonathan Artes
“the fallen star”
"I should let them be..."
Jonathan Artes
Feb 1 2018, 05:08 PM
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Baron
spectra - demon
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"Ugh, I swear now I will get up." A lethargic voice said dejectedly as the sound of cloth being moved accompanied it in the background. It was as if the owner meant to do otherwise instead of what they were saying since the sounds made by the cloth didn't resemble those made when you got them off you. "But this is just so snuggly I can't bother."

It resembled the sound made when you rearrange it to get back to sleep.

"Who was the one to arrange my bed like this?" Jonah muttered as he rolled around underneath the covers, taking on all the softness of the mattress. "This is just so good... I feel like I'm being dragged deeper into the depths of Sloth."

A little bit of rolling around and he stopped, his blue-haired head coming out of the covers near the foot of the sin-inducing bed.

"Why am I talking to myself out loud?" Jonathan asked aloud to no one in particular, looking around the room as if expecting someone to be there and use them as excuses for his sudden weirdness. "Huh... I guess it's just one of those days."

Lilac Gainsby
“Sin of Lust”
God is not Holy, He is harsh God is not Sovereign , He is selfish
Lilac Gainsby
Feb 1 2018, 10:54 PM
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Sex, Lies, Drugs, Infamy
The Devil is in the Details

This place hinged between the material and the immaterial, it was torpidity made manifest. A blood tinged world of stillness. The lord of whores despised this place. Here rested the dead, and forgotten. Their faces twisted with every year spent here, the time deformed them making the spirits here less human looking with age. They were the fabric of the dream and thus once here one could not escape them. Alptraum was the home of the sins. Here they could rest and regain strength enough to manifest in the material plane. In a realm of eternal sleep there was not much else to do besides rest. The very concept of this infuriated the now hapless demoness. For what had seemed like hours the fiend traversed maze of vibrant greens and dead ends. Stumbling into this bewildering ephemeral realm disjointed her normally acute sense of direction. It was as if the topography was not subject the natural laws that govern the material realm. Around her standing a few feet taller than her head were beautifully manicured verdant hedges which seemed to stretch on into infinity. Lilac’s gut trembled at this very concept. Upon first arriving the Sin simple walked the hedge maze calmly and non-urgently, she even took time to tap the walls occasionally. This touch combined with her Sillage caused the walls to sprout all manner of wondrous and colorful flora. Playfully ignorant of her situation the beauty moved with doe like grace as she danced through the many corridors and passages.

The first dead end did not strike her morale particularly hard, she even giggled a bit as she turned from it to head back the way she had come. When the woman came upon the second dead end, she then developed an aching feeling that she was not going to get out of this quite as easy as she had hoped. The sin had been told by others who had come here more often that the landscape changed to suit the perceiver. Perceiving the departed and the damned was unnerving enough without having to be stuck in this rut, she thought to herself. Becoming agitated with every turn the fiend’s footsteps began to mimic the pitter patter of her quickened heart beat. As her the pace hastened the a brisk dusk wind swept through the maze, chilling her to the bone. This only caused a momentary break in the jezebel’s stride, which at this point had become a full on sprint. Moving as fast as she could physically go, the demon passed countless avenues and passages. Driven by the need to be free of this horrid place, the befuddled demon darted until she could no longer continue. Heart pounding in her throat, and gasping for what air she could catch between bouts of intense panting, the sin looked a little worse for wear. This being only her second time in this place, and the fact that the topography shifted constantly, made it all the more difficult to find her way to something recognizable. It had felt like she had been in this realm for ages, but she had no way to tell the time in this wonky space, so her guess was in no way accurate. What she did know, was that she hungered. It was the familiar dark pang which smoldered in gut. With time this pressure became more acute, and worked its way up her spine, until she tasted it in the black of her throat. It was not quite there yet, but she could feel it worsening with every step.

Distressed, but no longer panicked the vile vixen realized something. Her botanical magic would allow her to tear the vegetation down and out of her way easily. She would just have to breathe a little Sillage into it and it would act in accordance to her will. Realizing this, the woman dropped her forehead into her left hand, which she favored. She stood embarrassed, about her little private moment, but she was also elated no one saw this private freak out. After centering herself the sensuous strumpet prepared herself to cast. Pushing her hunger to the side she attempted to focus through the onslaught of this worlds menagerie of colors. Placing her hands upon the hedge and whispering words of botanical power caused the verdant foliage to darken and dry out. As the greens withered and fell away a new path opened up to her. Behind the wall of leaves she expected to find another path in the maze. She did not see this. The hole lead to a preternaturally darkened space. This dark was unnerving, but she was not about to allow her self a sin to be intimidated by this unsavory space. With more than a bit of apprehension the woman stepped in. Unable to see anything around her but determined to see this through she took another step out. She was cautious, the frazzled damsel patted the ground ahead of her with her foot to make sure there were not any perilously steep unforeseen drops. As she walked forward the woman caught wind of speaking. The sound was distant, and it was muffled. The indistinct chatter sounded lively. She theorized it was most likely a person whom was not dead. They weren’t particularly lively and often came across more as moaning than saying anything relevant. Following the sound to its likely source lead the sin to a warm wall in the blackness. Patting it and getting a really good feel of it she looked for a way through it for on the other side she would find a new person and maybe a discernable land mark in this hell hole.

Hungry and aggravated now the fiend banged against the wall and screamed” Come the hell on.” After banging three times the walls bottom came up from the ground bellow her about an inch. This let light in from the other side. Jarred the demon though to step back but was preempted by the wall’s bottom swinging forward into her legs. This took her off guard as well as off her feet. Because she was pressing against the wall with her hands she was not prepared for it to give out and fly back into the room. For a moment as the wall spun she was lifted off the ground and flung into the room at a brisk pace. With a crash and with a bang the sin landed on her back and proceed to roll a foot or two after that. Discombobulated and angered by this new state of affairs the dazzled doxy attempted to sit up. Her normally luxurious silk black and gold trimmed cape lay over her head and her hair was everywhere. “Screw this place” she shouted as she attempted to get her cape out of her face. And get a look around.




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Jonathan Artes
“the fallen star”
"I should let them be..."
Jonathan Artes
Feb 11 2018, 02:27 AM
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Baron
spectra - demon
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"What now?" Asked the slothful individual after being woken up from his 20th nap of the day. There was someone in the corridors yelling bloody murder and he could hear it as if it were screamed right next to his ear. It was a woman from the sounds of it, and she seemed to be getting near the edges of her patience. "Who in blazes screams in the middle of nap time?"

Pulling the covers aside, the Sin slipped out of bed and changed before walking out of his comfy room and into the distorted hallways of Alprtraum, where an amusing sight awaited him. There in the middle of the shifting corridor was a fellow Sin having a hard time with her cape... and the machinations of their base, as well.

"Hah, I knew someone would eventually wound up getting lost in this reality." He jabbed in bemusement, shaking his head as he stood near the door to his room. He had to make sure the exit was near else he would be in the same situation as his partner here before him. He lit up a cigar and shoved his hands in his pockets, his body resting against the wall behind him. "What happened, Lust? If you were planning to do some sightseeing, I'm afraid to tell you the world won't permit it."

He threw a glance at the renewed shifting of the landscape, how the walls became floors, floors became ceilings, and ceiling became walls. Doors turned into windows, windows into doors, and whatever little decorations there might be lying around just changed their positions to make it look like nothing was happening.

Frightening, confusing, irritating, annoying, but once you have gone through it a couple of times, it barely phases you any more than it should.

Alptraum has its secrets, that's all.

"It has a mind of its own." Jonathan added after a minute of silence, exhaling a thin line of smoke. "Maybe."


@Milktoast

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