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Current Novus date and time is

▶ Year || 503
▶ Season || Summer
▶ Temp || 74℉ (℃) - 100℉ (℃)
▶ Weather || The weather radar really does seem to be off the charts lately...
I wonder what's going on? (#23-26)


Character of the Season
El Toro

Member of the Season

Thread of the Season
Bring Me Thunder; Bring Me Steel

Pair of the Season
Eik and Isra

Quote of the Season
"Her mother lives all in day, her father all in night, and Apolonia straddles the thin, dusky line halving her heart with not so much grace - startling awake in the middle of the night or at the crack of dawn, trying to find some way to compromise." — Apolonia in
The Vine & The Rain & The Light

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Vendetta — Day Court Citizen Signos: 25
▶ Played by Katherine [PM] Posts: 5 — Threads: 2
▶ Female [She/Her/Hers] Hth: 8 — Atk: 12 — Exp: 10
▶ 9 [Year 493 Winter] Active Magic: N/A
▶ 15.1 hh Bonded: Azrail (Nightmare Stag)

The streets she walked we're hers, thoughany might disagree. These seedy alleyways and dimly lit corners, the shifting stares belonging to the less than favorable, they were all hers. Vendetta's is a queen among peasants, a good among mortals, and her hand is the hand of Justice and her voice the law.

The unicorn walked like she owned the streets, too. With every step her hooves beat down on the sand, her skirt flowing out behind her like a blood stain against the golden sandstone. Those who knew her or her reputation avoided her eyes and gave her a wide berth. The lucky ones that tried to offer her a hello we're ignored. She was above them all.

Perhaps even more unsettling than her presence alone was that of her bonded, trailing along behind her. Azrail was a shadow of death, tall and gaunt, grim and unnatural. But Vendetta did not have time for their stares or useless pleasantries. No, she had somewhere to be and business to take care of.

Solterra's blackmarket would not run on its own, or if it did, it would not run as smoothly with her at the helm and on her ship everything was run with an iron fist. If they did not bow to her now she would bring them all to their knees eventually. One way or another.
Open to anyone!
[Image: vendettaicon_by_nocturnalowlet-dcbwbhv.png]
sycophants on velvet sofas
lavish mansions, vintage wine

Roshan — Day Court Citizen Signos: 10
▶ Played by Sparrow [pm] Posts: 1 — Threads: 0
▶ Male [He/Him/His] Hth: 12 — Atk: 8 — Exp: 13
▶ 4 [Year 499 Spring] Active Magic: N/A
▶ 15.1 hh Bonded: Bandit (Ferret-Dragon)
power corrupts, and absolute power corrupts absolutely

A whistle cut through the general hubbub of Solterra’s market streets, playful and coy. “Howdy, V.”

Only the foolish or those looking for a death wish would ever regard the Pearl Mistress so brazenly. Roshan was probably considered both of those. The thief stood amidst the darkened alleys, watching with large, keen brown eyes as the keeper of the black markets stalked by, Azrail in tow. The black beast was never far, and Roshan had gotten used to seeing Vendetta’s shrewd shadow by now. Pushing away from the sandstone wall he had been leaning against, Roshan emerged from the dark alley, all painted earthly colors and ivory tresses, smiling dashingly at the woman so fierce that nearly all of Solterra cowered at her name. The mark of the sun glistened upon his chest; not a tattoo or a painting, but a marking he had been born with.

A creature of monochrome stained with blood, Vendetta was a woman to be feared, but Roshan… Well, he liked her, earnestly and completely, despite the fact that he was fairly certain she only put up with him because of his usefulness to her business. Somehow their partnership worked, even though it was just that; a business relationship. He stole shit and she bought it. It wasn’t like he could sell stolen goods just anywhere, after all. That could get him in trouble, and he very much liked living as a free man.

Atop the young stud’s head, Bandit was perched with his front legs dangling between Roshan’s forward ears, watching the display with leathery wings outstretched. The ferret-dragon also liked Vendetta, and Azrail, but mostly because he was cute and never got to experience the wrath of the Pearl Mistress himself. Lucky little bastard that he was.

Tossing Vendetta a grin and already anticipating that she would not stop to chat with him, Roshan moved to fall into step beside her. Not close enough to touch, of course. He wasn’t that stupid, but he was close enough to sashay beside her in a way that was certain to annoy her. Something about pressing her buttons was entertaining to him, even though he knew she could, and probably someday would, whirl around and rip him apart.

“I have something for you. Got it off of some poor son of a bitch on the roads leading out of town.”


@Vendetta – let the games begin. ;D

Vendetta — Day Court Citizen Signos: 25
▶ Played by Katherine [PM] Posts: 5 — Threads: 2
▶ Female [She/Her/Hers] Hth: 8 — Atk: 12 — Exp: 10
▶ 9 [Year 493 Winter] Active Magic: N/A
▶ 15.1 hh Bonded: Azrail (Nightmare Stag)

Vendetta didn't need to see who the voice belonged to in order to know its owner. Her shoulders stiffened slightly, drawing her steps into a sharper staccato. Nearby a weasel of a man's eyes widened at the obvious tension before he ducked into an alleyway. That satisfied her immensely.

"Roshan," she said, holding back the exasperation she felt, "How many times have I explicitly told you not to call me that." It was not really a question. The answer was many times, he simply refused to listen to her. More than once she'd thought about how nicely his feathers would look as quills.  Roshan was only lucky he was still useful to her.

Eventually her ruby red eyes flickered over him as he fell into step next to her. He was right to think she would not stop for him. Atop his head rested Bandit, and while the furred, dragon-winged beast was not the noblest of creatures, she supposed the pair suited each other. At least Bandit wasn't constantly attempting to test her boundaries.

His next words were the first to catch her attention. "One day you might come across someone who isn't so keen on your stealing from them." Not that it was her problem should that happen. It would be unfortunate to lose a hand, even one as godforsakenly irritating as Roshan. Oh well. "It better be good. What is it?" If he was smart he wouldn't waste her time. Vendetta feared that wasn't the case, however.

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sycophants on velvet sofas
lavish mansions, vintage wine


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