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Aug 20, 2022
In Obsidian Canyon
What a time to be alive! Roha, with her good fortune and bountiful luck, was truly in the midst of a revolution. She had a firsthand seat to witness the reconstruction of civilization as it had been known in the desert. This wasn’t exactly how she had anticipated her year to go. She didn’t think she’d be back within the Canyon for some time, certainly not in a year or so. Alas, here she was. Everything was playing out rather perfectly, so far. The Mist had not heavily plagued them, and they were left to their own devices. She wasn’t sure why, but it didn’t make a difference to her, not now. Time seemed to fly by now, even moreso than it had seemed to with Tahira. Every day was busy, filled with labor and trial on all fronts, there was much to do, after all. After some time, she had eventually assumed the role of a de facto leader among them. While only a garrison commander within the village, she could give orders, assess the state of the town, and give them hope. As such, her influence within the small settlement had expanded beyond her role as a military head. The town had seemed to grow much busier, now that there was a sense of direction among it. She did have plans, after all, but more than a single measly village would be needed for them. For now, food was of primary concern, and so agriculture became a focus as the people worked on ensuring a stable source of food to sustain the village, and eventually produce an abundance. The garrison was coming along well. She was working with a militia, but even a militia was a formidable force in this day and age, if they knew how to kill a man with some degree of efficiency, and work in a unit. She primarily had them using spears and blades, the latter being more of her specialty, frankly, but anyone could use a spear. Armor wasn’t liable to be a major issue any longer, seeing as most of the craftsmen were likely out of business. She, though, could find them, and put them to work. If she could just extend her reach further into the Canyon, she could reopen mines and collect the armor and weaponsmiths left behind, not to mention soldiers and officers who didn’t depart with the Devante. Of course, there was also training to be done herself. While she developed her garrison, it was necessary to develop her own skills further as well. With any suitable mentors no longer in the sands, it seemed it was up to herself to improve in the arts of combat, magic, and just about anything. Lovely. The sword was one thing she needed to continue honing her skills with, though alongside this, she began to practice with the spear and bow more extensively, neither having formerly been weapons she dwelled on for very long, leaving her with little experience or application with the tools. The use of spears would be of great help in the new desert, they were easy to use for her militia, and allowed for much needed range to keep foes of any sort at bay. When she wasn't dealing with the garrison, or herself, she spent her time aiding the laboring man with the physical tasks their field may entail, or managing the town, and planning ahead. Working alongside them to some degree kept her in shape, and it allowed her to build trust, and earn their respect, perhaps even adoration, only furthering to cement herself as ruler of their little settlement, a slice of civilization in wastelands. She intended to assimilate the Obsidian Canyon and any remaining splintered settlements into a unified entity, a nation. With the passage of time, the town gradually became far more prepared than previously. It grew stable, a small bastion of its own regard. With a foothold established firmly, the time had come to encroach upon her ancestral homelands and establish true order in the lands of Obsidian Canyon. While she had not gauged its state, she was hoping it was in better condition than the rest of the sands. While their leader may have left, and infrastructure fallen apart, they stayed by choice, more than most of the other races abandoned by the Eternal House could say. Gathering a portion of the town’s garrison and setting out before noon, she arrived at the Canyon long before the fall of dusk. Unfortunately, her hopes were misplaced. With the departure of their government, the people of the Canyon who had remained were left to fend for themselves without order or unity. Such anarchy could not be allowed to continue, lest the people devolve into savages. Even if many departed to the lands beyond the wall, there was no doubt still a substantial portion of the Kitsune still residing in their homeland. With her armed force accompanying her serving as a means to solidify her power and authority, she could offer them a semblance of their old life under the Khan, raise them out of anarchy. They had tasted disorder, suffering without rulership. This could be remedied, in time. She'd work her way into the Canyon, and unify them all if she could. Most of the infrastructure was still intact, albeit a bit worse for wear. Beginning with the outermost region of the Canyon, she used her militia to enforce order. Any dissidents or looters thriving in the anarchy were to be killed to make an example of them and deter further chaos. Housing was a nonissue, as of now, but the supply chain was askew now. Her primary concern was reestablishing the agricultural industry first and foremost to prevent starvation and any further onset of disaster. The hardest part of this would be scraping together the remnants of the Union into a functional society once more.
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Aug 16, 2022
In Group Roleplay Search
Through a series of unfortunate events, questionable writing, and a lack of oversight, the Defiled are going on vacation to the Obsidian Canyon, and perhaps the sands if things go sour. All are welcome to join, so come on down and have some fun. Hey, if you survive, you get to say you fought the Defiled, so that's something, right? Currently involved parties are Garnot's Tuguslar, my Roha, a quaint little walled village, and our special guest star, the Defiled! So, any desert folk are welcome to join the fun. Not like you all have anything better to do, right?
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Aug 13, 2022
In Other
These desolate sands had seen much, but had they ever seen something of this scale? Surely this must be one of the most devastating events in the land’s recent history. The sands were hardy, and had been through thick and thin, but this was different. The guiding hands of the land departed, forsaking their people to die in the endless dunes. The lioness abandoned her den, and the lights of Nirvana would darken once more, permanently. Even the great Khan of the Beastkin vanished beyond those distant walls, apparently taking half of the Kitsune with her, and traveling somewhere more amicable. To be left behind was a dreadful thing. Everyone else departed for greener, verdant lands. Her master, who she had grown fond of, was gone now, and with her went any insight and wisdom to be further shared. Her training had been cut short after only a year's time, an eternity in the moment, yet no more than a blink of the eye in retrospect. Far too short, there was still so much more to learn, so much that she would never learn. The rulers of the sands had taken anything of value with them, whether it be knowledge, or people. It felt now that Roha herself may very well be the most proficient fighter in all of the sands at this point. With the gates of paradise shut before her eyes, she returned home to find a fragment of what had once been a glorious nation. With the Khan gone, her homeland fell from grace, devolving like the rest of the sands. The halls of the Devante were empty now, they had all left with their mistress. Her once proud people were no more than any of the other pitiful remnants of civilization left behind in this desert. It was jarring to see firsthand, to leave the reaches of the canyon, only to return to a shattered kingdom, the union collapsed and her people in disarray. To think that she had departed in high spirits, in hopes of becoming more than what she had been. Now, she returned home having achieved little, left behind among these poor, unfortunate souls who had damned themselves to anarchy. The world was falling apart around her, it seemed. She returned to her home to find it empty. Her father had left with the Khan, no doubt expecting to meet her in the lands beyond the walls considering her apprenticeship under a Devante. She was scared, and now, she was alone. If she could thank Tahira for anything, it was giving her some semblance of freedom, even if unintentionally. Her first lesson found her severing any bonds to her old life, and now that her father was gone, she truly had nothing. In a twist of irony, her apprenticeship had seemingly set her on the path to join her master as a dog of the state, either a Devante or Inquisitor under the Eternal House. Neither of these were an option now, they were gone, leaving behind empty wastes in their wake. With them gone, though, her responsibilities had all but faded away. She was free now, but the price for freedom was being left in this desert. What a brave, new world she inhabited. The old tree had been felled, but in its place came a seed from which new life could emerge, even amidst the arid desert. That seed had yet to be planted, however. Surely the sands would survive this, and in time, be renewed. With the rulers of old departed, a new era of leadership must claim the mantle and lead the people of the sands into the future. Her year of traveling the sands alongside her mentor opened her eyes to the strange, wonderous world around her. It was truly amazing, yet cruel, and unforgiving. To live in it and learn from the Inquisitor allowed her to truly live. She became more than a soldier in the background, her life gained meaning and purpose. To return to the Canyon and slide into obscurity wasn't something she could stomach, the thought was unbearable. To live a menial life in the fading corpses of civilization wasn't something she could accept. Alas, the woeful state of the world around her was of great concern. Her hopes and ambitions had been curtailed by this catastrophe. No longer was the honorable position of monster hunter an achievable goal, there were far more concerning matters. The first and foremost concern on her mind was the Mist, the ever present threat that stalked the night. Without the sentinels of the Union and Eternal House to guard the sands, the night terrors were far more of a concern. There was no telling how they would react to this void of security. These people were surely lost, were they not? Their leaders abandoned them, left them for dead. Now, they have lost their sovereignty, their infrastructure, even their culture. She had lost all of this. Someone needed to take initiative, though. Someone needed to bring order, the seed of civilization could only be sewn through stability, through unity. Her people were awry without their Khan, without that stalwart House which had served as a pillar of their civilization and culture. In this new era, there was no Khan or Lioness to save her, or these people. They were on their own now. New leadership was a necessity in times like these, that much was apparent. The strength of the old sands was built off the backs of titans, and with their departure, everything fell into ruins. Someone must pick up the responsibility that they held, that burden of leadership. It was hard to say if Roha herself was fit for the task. After all, she was just a scared child with a blade, but even this distinguished her from the common peasants who surrounded her. After all, she had an affinity for the sword, she had served in the military, more than most of her kindred could say. She was determined to live a life more than what was laid before her, and if leading her people was a means to do so, she would accept the task ahead of her, no matter how daunting it was. Her people were scattered in the wake of the Khan's departure, the Canyon had fallen into chaos. This seemed to be the most opportune time to unite her people once more, if such a time were ever to exist. With everything crumbling around them, they needed a common cause, a purpose, a leader to guide them, lest further chaos befall the Canyon and anarchy engulf the remnants of the Union. She had little knowledge, and currently, little care of what had happened to the Union’s other species, the Gnoll and Wulfgar. The Kitsune were her primary concern, at least for now. Her only hopes were to quell the mayhem in the wake of collapse and attempt to preserve any iota of civilization that was left among her kin. There was no telling what would become of them without order, without the Devante or the Khan to lead. Banditry. Starvation. The Mist. These people needed union, lest they all become victims of some cruelty of the lawless world. Her travels eventually brought her to a village, a hamlet of sorts. It was one of many across the sands, within the Canyon, but travel was expensive, especially in times like these. She couldn't keep wandering forever, especially if things were going to change. This was surely as good a place as any to rest and begin working towards her goal. To earn her keep among them, she had a skill she could offer, namely the art of combat. As a former soldier and apprentice under the Devante for some time, it seemed certain that she could offer skills that no others in the settlement could. She could train them into a garrison, at least as best she could. Anything was better than nothing. They needed security first and foremost. And so, Roha would adopt the position of garrison commander in the quaint village, being the most qualified for the position among them. This was a good start. Once security was ensured, stability could be enforced, and once that was complete, she could expand further into the Canyon, bring some semblance of civilization once more, like it had been under the Khan.
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Aug 09, 2022
In 1x1 Partner Search
Well, the Sands are back in the Bronze age, so this seems as good a time as ever to see where the gales of roleplay lead. Looking for a fellow sand ape or apes who want to do something. I've got my character Roha, a kitsune who was formerly an apprentice under Tahira, though was left behind when Samara's entourage made their exodus to the Jungle. Probably going to take place in a town somewhere, details can be ironed out.
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Jun 03, 2022
In Obsidian Canyon
Roha found herself just beyond a settlement in the Canyon, having trekked outward to find a sort of tranquility one could only find outside of a city. She was off-duty at the moment and had found free time today, leading her on a stroll that had brought her just outside the city itself. It wasn't often she had a chance to do such a thing, she had a job, after all, among other things. As such, this was something she had planned to do for some time, but had never gotten around to doing until now. Granted, this was nothing special, it was just a walk, after all. It was a time to think, though, to ponder things, even if the city lay right behind her, and all she truly did was pace down the well-trodden path. Being off-duty for the time, she dressed more like a civilian, wearing a pair of trousers and a tunic, though she kept her sheathed blade at her side, and a leather cuirass equipped on her torso. The day had already reached its half-point and the long, yet steady descent of the sun had begun as it passed its peak and moved towards its end, where it would beckon in the darkness of night. She hadn't gone far from home, and yet staring down the long road ahead that lead onward aroused a subtle curiosity. The lands beyond the Obsidian Canyon were always strangely fascinating, in a way. Somewhat surreal, even. The vast expanses of the dunes seemed to encompass all outside of her homelands. These white sands were a stark contrast to the rocky, somewhat lush canyon she had known as her home for all of her life. And here she was, on the edge of her reality, yet only the beginning of the true world, and what lay beyond. Despite her innate interest in those distant lands, she was bound to the Canyon, as she always had been. Bound to her duty, dedicated to protecting her people. Such was the noble obligation of a soldier, a necessity in the world they lived in. Those that had chosen to defend these lands had kept the peace for this long, after all. The Obsidian Canyon was a relative safe haven for her people, and things had been pleasant, something more than what many could attest to. At the end of the day, it was all she could ask for. A home, and a purpose. And yet, there was much to be seen beyond the towering walls of obsidian and stone she had lived in for so long. A vast, expansive world yet to be explored and appreciated. There was a tantalizing allure to the unknown, and yet alas, here she was, on the edge of the Obsidian Canyon, on the edge of infinity.
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May 28, 2022
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