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Valerna Jorgenskull
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Jun 30, 2022
In OOC Tomfoolery
Can be an OC here, or anywhere. But how do you envision they sound like or their theme when they enter the room.
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Valerna Jorgenskull
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Jun 29, 2022
In Roleplay Discussions
Buerkentahn | Whitesand Empire @Zelena @Niazmina Jorgenskull The OOC thread should you have ideas or issues or need a leave of absence/delay.
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Valerna Jorgenskull
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Feb 07, 2022
In OOC Tomfoolery
We are keeping most of our OOC activity on discord. Feel free to post here as well if you wish, though I advise giving that platform a try as it's better suited for OOC discussions. We also added a Chatroom at the bottom of our web page. Link to our discord community.
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Valerna Jorgenskull
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Feb 05, 2022
In The Boneyard
The paucity of self-indulgence had whittled the arachnoid to her core. Her time was often invested in manners regarding the bigger picture. The fickled nature of others often fostered with it destructive aims. And while outwardly her federation might appear tranquil, the thread weaver wasn't one to adopt complacency. Valerna had witnessed many times how things tended to succumb to entropy. If her umbrella state were to endure, it demanded continuous prudence and awareness. Yet, in lieu of her reputation, Valerna Jorgenskull was still very much a woman and panged after the same things all ladies yearned after. For too long, she had abided within the tenebrosity of her lair, weaving quite the filigree to keep her empire from tearing apart at the seams. This solitude sowed seeds of temerity, internal plights that led the spider to second guess her crusade. Recently, she had opened her heart to another, a jackal who had been appointed as her chaperon. Their time together materialized as promising, convincing the nonnative to extend an offer. The spider had left her heart wide open, all for the hopes of feeling an emotion long since deprived of her, love. There, within her lodgings, the auburn-haired beauty donned her most gorgeous attire, lit the finest scented candles, and even prepared a meal famed within her homeland. She had hoped that such exposures to her culture might guide Niazmina to dismiss the propaganda she had surfeited on. Alone she waited, nervously playing out how things might transpire. The pale beauty was rehearsing the event within her mind as if preparing herself for failure. The hours crept on by. Initially, Valerna duped herself into believing maybe her duties were responsible for her tardiness. Yet as the sun settled beyond the horizon, she sat alone in the darkness. The spider came to terms with the truth. Her monstrous appearance and foreign attire must have repulsed the necromancer. Ironic, the chieftain had subjugated nations, led the development of industry, and built up a superpower from nothing. Yet was powerless within the foray of matters regarding the heart. She rose from her seated position, blowing out the remaining candles while cleaning up the mess she had created. Only to once more crawl into her cold web and sleep as she had lived, alone. Come morning, she would be gone, traveling from Emerald city to Nirvana, the sands capital. Upon her arrival, it was the typical fanfare, although this time, it chimed hollow. Alone, she organized her dwellings by laying out various trinkets of her homeland—artifacts that granted a fleeting glimpse into her history as a hunter, wanderer, and sovereign. Once she had finished reorganizing her quarters for a future meeting that she conspired. The pale beauty stepped beyond her room, perching upon the balcony overlooking this familiar metropolis. Her curvaceous shape is bedecked by emerald and sapphire gemstones and a kaleidoscopic array of feathers. These prized possessions made up a stunning headpiece and a cascading dress. The jewels glued onto her body, and the painting underneath seemed to twinkle under the ambient light. Her risque habiliment was equally as regal as it was titillating, the ideal analogy to illustrate her people and their culture. Yet, notwithstanding her bold choice of attire, Valerna Jorgenskull felt anything but colorful. Privately, she still quarreled with that rejection. Her mind replayed that event on loop as if trying to locate where things went awry. Ultimately she didn't blame Niazmina; instead she kept the onus fixated on herself.
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Valerna Jorgenskull
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Feb 02, 2022
In Outer Rim
The people of this desert coddled heavily within their highfalutin delusions. That gluttony only fattened the calf for the slaughter. And while they surfeited away, the weaver of webs had devised another tapestry of silk. A final netting to guarantee the world she had envisioned came to fruition, one of conformity. The beastkin union had thoroughly been contaminated, a nuanced action of which the arachnid doubted even the Eternal House could fathom the profundities of their entanglement. The liberation of the elves by their joint hands further disseminated the seed of chaos. Ensuring that the mer would be split regarding who to side with should they fight. And it was Valerna who saved the varenkun from humanity's conspiracy to obliterate their people and way of life. The chieftain was responsible for the baderkerkhan's withdrawal from isolation. She bestowed them Emerald City and assisted their climatization with the outside world. For decades her hand had maneuvered the sands through a subtle series of pushes and whispers. Not once had the spider demanded payment, fostering goodwill and doubt within the commoner's eyes. Who was it that cast human kinds yoke from their fatigued necks? What will was behind the assimilation of the tribes and kept total collapse from transpiring twice? Her people repulsed those wicked abominations when the defilement slithered from behind the curtain. And even the Eternal House flourished due to her intervention. To the ill-informed and haughty, the Jorgenskulls might appear as interlopers—a foreign collective materializing to commandeer control over what they had no claim over. Yet one needn't peek far to beheld their influence and will that had exerted itself over the wasteland. And while many might be inclined to retrogress to their unappreciative ways. Valerna wasn't so apt to disregard her blood, sweat, and tears. It was this belief that had nurtured the weaver of webs to trek far from the haven of her capital. Nirvana, that municipality bore the hallmarks of her design. The very palace was a bone skull, and while Samara might have toiled pointlessly to recast its look. The signs of her people's involvement were impossible to repress. Her appearance within this city had exacerbated quite the bluster. The kerfuffle was difficult to miss, meandering from the denizens, guards, and nobles lingua alike. Many queried what instigated that foreigner to seek them out? And try as they may, their myopic perceptions would fail to surmise the complexity of her webbing. To some, she wanted to gloat, others stressed a dawning war, and a few theorized she had come to extend an olive branch. The reality of her motivations was hardly so mundane, and while she relished quotidian things, Valerna's objectives were hardly so straightforward to pinpoint. There, ensconced within the room she had been offered, the auburn enigma plucked on a strand. A courier had been dispatched to deliver a letter to Chuluun. The exact nature of its contents was ominous yet littered with sanguinity. The ysstmar rise within the ranks and his proximity to the queen had rated her focus. And rather than discount his considerations, she'd herald his accolades and eminence by inviting the saurian over for coffee and a private exchange. The pale beauty stepped beyond her room, perching upon the balcony overlooking this familiar metropolis. Her curvaceous shape is bedecked by emerald and sapphire gemstones and a kaleidoscopic array of feathers. These prized possessions made up a stunning headpiece and a cascading dress. The jewels glued onto her body, and the painting underneath seemed to twinkle under the ambient light. Her risque habiliment was equally as regal as it was titillating, the ideal analogy to illustrate her people and their culture. Cooly, her brown eyes proceeded athwart the horizon, tapering as they delineated over the rolling dunes of bleached sand. The arachnoid grinned as she reminisced over her time within this arid providence. She recalled the epochs, the fall and rise of empires, and the emergence of her very regime. The chieftain remembered the desert before fungi, a time when crystal town hadn't attained that moniker. The eruption that created obsidian canyon, the Ashlandian war, the Mer's collapse, and other such events history failed to record. And while the current custodians of the region were different, she could recognize that they were outfitted for failure. The Eternal house wouldn't live up to its snooty name. For there was nothing as everlasting as her...
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Valerna Jorgenskull
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Dec 08, 2021
In 1x1 Partner Search
The river. | Whitesand Empire I am looking for someone to Roleplay within the boneyard. In short, Valerna is depressed due to the scourge that is immortality and confusion as to whether or not she is in love or capable of feeling bonds. I am looking for someone who is interested in a slice of life RP.
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Valerna Jorgenskull
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Dec 03, 2021
In S-Z
Character Sheet click to view Valerna Jorgenskull played since 2005.
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Valerna Jorgenskull

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