Raindrop Valkyrie

Since I'm a derp forgot to Screenshot after the match ((I tend to due to the fact that I sorta leave the lobby as soon as the game ends XD.)) But yea, Second ever game on Jhin ((I think... might've been third. Whatever it was still an early one.)) Took me about a use of the Ult to figure it out. I clicked to try an AA them ((since it feels like that would be the intuitive way of doing it at first then it feels much better to have it be fired by reusing the R key rather than clicking. ((since that leaves you a way to cancel and queue in a movement command at the same time.)) Either way... kinda liking the Champ... still not sure I'm even building correctly since... building him is very different from other champs it seems by far. ((that was going to be a RFC if I finished it and I had the gold to by far... we just ended the game though XD.))

Okay, got the main post up. Now, feel free to set up your scenes for the night of the Benediction. Some launching points if you will... A Giant Banquet is held in the Well of Nocturne ((the place Babble was setting up in his intro scene with him and Barbara.)) pretty much throughout the night. It's at the stroke of Midnight they will begin the Benediction Proper, or the readings of the prior Benedictions. That's the important even that everyone in the Castle will be attending pretty much. In the Great Ballroom, they hold... of course... a great ball like I mentioned XD. Mostly lots of dancing and merriment. SOme light refreshments are there as well but it's not anything like down in the Well of Nocturne. Many others have smaller get togethers with friends and fmaily etc... Basically, think of New Years. This is basically their New Year's tradition. Just... less fireworks since you probably don't wnat to set those off in a building ((or set your friend Ted the Zombie on fire etc etc....)) so, I'm leaving it to you guys to set your scenes. ((for Pyon, since your scene is sorta set-up for you feel free to take in the scenery for a bit lol. I mean there's plenty of famous people for you to oogle at for awhile XD. But there will be stuff that comes out throughout that whole section. Just didn't want to spring all that info on you and 8 million conversations XD.))

You guys don't waste anytime trying to guess things huh?

Who on earth is Flynt Coal? All I know is I'm partying with that guy (( I assume XD))

I mean is it possible that's it's the new gen? Yea. Is it also possible it's just a coincidence since people look into any trademark a company ever files these days? Yeeeep. I mean Let's wait for he DIrect before we go bananas here folks. We have two images ((and well that new Pokemon reveal possibly.)) to go on, so let's not jump ahead of ourselves while we've got pretty much nothing to go on. It'd be cool, but who knos what they are doing? We really don't at this point XD. I suppose we'll find out pretty soon though.

Lotus Contiello, Countess Sybil Contiello, Count Heinrich Contiello Time: 1st Day, of the 1st Month, of the Year of Rebirth. 3:00 PM "Eh, no need to be so formal. I hate formality. It's annoying." Heinrich said. He wasn't trying to sound rude but he really did. "I do appreciate it, though. If it's who you makes me wife look so beautiful you have my gratitude. She is to be a beautiful rose that the world wishes that it could have. But, only I can." the corner of his lips turned up at this into a smarmy smirk. He bowed towards Sybil with a long and drawn out flourish. It would've looked like he was in a play or some sort of show by the amount of theatrics he put into it. "So, would she take my hand in hers?" "Of course Heiny!~" she grabbed his hand immediately a child like smile on her face. He pulled her close into a lover's embrace and kissed her on the forehead before he pushed her back into a spin. her dress flared up, flashes of crimson everywhere. It looked quite beautiful in motion. Heinrich then brought her back and leaned into her. A typical dance move, they moved lower and lower until he kissed her. It was nice to watch what could be said to be true love right before one's eyes. "Well then, we should get ourselves in there. We're a bit later than most of the others as usual." Heinrich said. He had checked on an elaborately decorated timepiece he had pulled from one of the pockets on his waistcoat. He tucked it back in after shutting the lid with a satisfying click. "Let 5 tus make our entrance. Come Lotus. We mustn't disappoint." The Couple headed in first leaving Lotus to follow in behind them. They entered a great dining hall. It was one of the smaller yet more elaborate ones. It was clearly meant to be used for the exact purpose it was now. It was a meeting place for the upper ranks within the Castle. It was a rather modest style, nothing too gaudy or fancy. Paintings lined the walls, mostly those of sceneic vistas or other nature pieces. There was a few of of the previous Lords and Ladies of the Night, though... they were hardly a complete set. Of the 12 there was only 5 that resided there. The 2nd Lady of Night, Dame Redcliffe, a Doppelganger that took on the form of a human. Flawlessly beautiful... or at least the facade she wore was. She had been the one to take up the mantle after the first Lady of the Night stepped down from the position. It was the only time it had ever happened in the History of the Castle. As a result... little was known about the first ever to rule Castle Dour. She was the greatest Mystery of all time. One lost to the thousands of years this castle stood. The next was one of the 5th Lord of Night, Bardic Bloodymane, a powerful Beastman. He was that of a Lion and he matched the beast's ferocity and it's regal air. He was one of the best known Night Lords due to his his contributions to not only the castle but to the people around the place. He was fiercely passionate about art and it showed. His Self-Portrait was easily the most impressive of all the paintings in this room. That was saying a lot. The Painting gave both the impression of his regality and his passion. He was an imposing man in the good way. Confident, strong, he seemed to good to be true. Perhaps it was just the idealism that paintings tended to preserve. The third painting was that of the 8th Lord of Night... also known as the Bloody Week King. His name was Fredric the Purple. The story went he was so bad of a Night Lord that his own subjects killed him after only a week. How accurate the tale was... well who knew? It was typically one that was centered around a lot of jokes within the Castle. It was the common target of silly songs to pass the time, or jokes that would be told in a bar. Needless to say he wasn't well respected. Why the hell his portrait was here was even more puzzling. Who'd want to honor him? The Fourth was that of the 11th Lady of the Night. The short lived Cassy the Lively. She was a small but feisty Grumman's Kobold. She only lived a short 70 years of life but she was well known by the older members of the Castle and was a beloved Leader. She wasn't the kindest person, she tended to believe more in tough love than anything else. Her vibrancy was well remembered throughout the Castle. She was mostly responsible for the Great Ballroom. She always wanted a place to dance the nights away. As a result, every Benediction day the held a great ball in her honor. In fact, it might be the place Lotus would be at tonight's festivities if she wasn't here. The Fifth, was of Solomon himself. It was actually surprising to see him again. It had been so long since Solomon actually left the Heart of The Castle. Ever since he had gone mad. A shame really... he once was a kind and thoughtful man. It was easily evident in his portrait here the gentle soul that he was. The artist was amazing in that he could capture that in the face of a skeleton. It was a shame to see how far the 12th Night Lord had fallen. He was once loved, a great successor to Cassy. His initial decision to close the doors was a good one as well. It did save most of the Citizens of The Underdark. However, he quickly succumbed to paranoia. It gripped his mind. It wasn't really noticeable until the others were sure the Free Races were gone. Even still Solomon ordered the doors remain closed. I had been so long they were stuck in these walls. All of it on Solomon's head. Why the Guards still listened to him was really unknown. It was made especially weird with the presence of the tales around Fredric the Purple. Though... it could be that they didn't want to fail like those that served Frederic had that drove them even still. Around the table was sat a lot of powerful figures, some that Lotus would probably recognize others not so much. In one chair sat the Irritable and short tempered Iidrra. Next to him sat his secretary Lilith, a beautiful demoness. She was usually considered the more level of the two, hence why she handled the figures and the books, where as Iidrra did the inventory and the more physical parts of the job. At the head of the Table sat Lord Cyllis, the self-proclaimed Lord of Blades. He was in ceremonial breastplate covered from top to bottom in golden laurels. He wore a long luxurious cape that matched the gold colour with a warm buttery yellow trimmings and a creamy off-white for the main body of colour. He only carried with him Old Man Summer, his katana. It could be seen on the counter behind him rather than directly on his person. It was rare to see him without his other two sword, Old Man Spring and Old Man Fall... but here he was with but one. He didn't have any discernible servant with him... thought it was probably because there was no way he could fit the whole of the Guard Core in here. Lord Cyllis was well none to hate playing favourites so... that's probably why he refused to select a single solider to come with. It seemed he was the only one to be here on his own. On Cyllis's left sat Father Babble, the Grand Flan bishop. He looked very silly in a suit. He was crammed in there and blue jelly was poking out every which way. He was shoving his face full of food as well adding to the absurdity of the scene. Anything he could get his little grubby hands on he deposited directly into his massive maw. He was almost never not chewing. Which... was strange since Slime didn't need to chew food... did they? Next to him sat his own servant. A Girl by the name of Barbara. If Lotus was even around in those days, she would know her. Barbara was easily the most well known servant of Sybil's for a long time. She was diligent and hard working. She was always doing something when you saw her. These days she was still pretty well known. Jokingly, she was often called The Babysitter. Her job under Babble was often compared to that because Babble was a unique individual. He often acted much like a child. He was a huge handful. However, Barbara managed it quite easily. Many said it was because Babble was just scared of her, however the bond between the two was deeper than that. He really did trust her, she was almost like his mother in ways. She was wearing a wonderful light purple evening gown. It perfectly matched the light coloration in her skin and scales. She looked very stunning, though... probably not as stunning as Sybil herself. On Cyllis's right sat Azegeor. He... was a strange one. A Lich Lord. He was very reclusive. Not much was known of the man other than that he was the Head of the Court Wizards. He had been seen even less these days now that Solomon wanted the Court Wizards to remain in their chambers to help repel any assaults on the Castle rather than attend to the throne like tradition dictated. Azegeor wore Dark robes, their coloration so black it was... unsettling to look at. It was almsot as if they were a pocket of nothingness, as if one was looking into the void itself. The fabric they were made of gave it that effect... or at least that what one would assume. However, being a Seamstress Lotus could tell it was definitely that. However, what that fabric was... she wouldn't have known. It was something she had never seen before. It was also studded with some type of white gem stone every few inches or so. They looked like bright twinkling stars amongst the inky black of the robe. Next to him sat old Cannonball Joe. A wily one he was for sure. He was a mage but... one well known for his love of explosions... and very thin line of sanity. He was not very well liked by a lot in the Castle. It was probably why Azegeor had him as the second in command. No one wanted Cannonball Joe in charge of the Court Wizards. So, the position very unappealing to want to try and claim for one's own. After all, You'd have to go through Cannonball Joe to get it. No one... wanted to go through Cannonball Joe. Either way, the Rhino based beastman was probably the dirtiest one there. His outfit was full of scorch marks and burns. He was singed all over. And yet, no one really said anything. After all, No one wanted to talk to Cannonball Joe. He spit into one of the eyes on a pair of goggles he had and shined the lens. He then slapped them onto his face. Woe be to the one who had to sit next to him. Unfortunately some poor soul had to. Funnily enough... it was a tad literal. A Suit of brilliant white armour sat next to him. It was polished to a sheen of pure brilliance, almost like staring at the sun. It was probably the armour of a paladin once, it at least looked like it. One could ask why one would wear such a thing within these halls, but they weren't wearing it. it was literally them. This person was Redeemer Riika. They were another somewhat mysterious entity. Like Sybil had told her earlier even Riika didn't know who they were. So, little was known about the Paladin. Other than that they were probably the most strict tutor in the castle. They didn't take kindly to those that slacked off, or didn't work to their maximum potential. Isolda Grace, Lilith. Time: 1st day of the Year of Rebirth. Afternoon 1:52 PM "I see." was Lilith's only reply for quite awhile. She didn't really know what else to say. She had no idea it was like that for her. It must have been a hard life one one such as Isolda. At least at first... though she couldn't really get used to the fact that she had to live with something like that. It was horrible to think someone could have such a curse they had to bear and there was nothing they could ever do about it. She'd hate that herself. She really didn't want to think about it too much more. "I'm sorry to hear you had to go through that... I don't even know if I could even begin to understand that myself. I mean for starters I've always been here in these walls. I've grown up here in Dour. It was always my home. I know no other. And I've certainly never lived amongst the Free Races, nor was I one of them once." she choked on her words here... she wasn't really sure how to continue, however she did have an out to this... somewhat uncomfortable situation. Though, she didn't want to seem rude when taking it. "And, I really don't mind. You can ramble as much as you like. Well, if I wasn't late for something. I'm sure I'll see you in the Library again, you do seem to show up nearly everyday after all. Anyway, I'm sorry for having to leave Isolda. But, I hope you enjoy the festivities later. I got a dinner to attend, with... old Sourpuss, master of moldy tomes." she said jokingly. she didn't mind working with Iidrra, but the Illithid really had about 0 chill in the entirety of his body. He was either at 0... or 110. There wasn't much between with him. Lilith quickly gathered her things and waved goodbye to Isolda as she left. Tempest, Time: 1/1 of the year of Rebirth. 3:00 PM "So... 3 a clock... that's when the big guy wanted me to start the distraction I believe. Sounds like it's time." The Storm Elemental was tinkering on some mechanical object as she said this aloud. Normally, it would be weird for someone to do this but Tempest had trouble remembering things for long period of time unless she repeated them. That's when she heard a chime from nearby. The Clock... struck three. It chimed three times loudly in succession. Normally, this wouldn't happen. It would only do this on the stroke of midnight, however today was special. It was the Benediction. A perfect time to assassinate a crazy king. {{The clock tolls for the Old King. His Time has come. Set in motion are the events that will bring about revolution. But, for good or for worse?}}

Chapter 4 has now been released ((probably will announce it a few times since I finished at night again so yea... wanna make sure folks see it and what not so bleeeeh gotta do all that junk again XD.)) anyway, thanks to Rose again for helping me edit up the Chapter and get it to top quality beofre releasing it to the public. You're really a great help, thank you so much~ Now, please, do enjoy. And tell me what you think! I really want to know that you guys think of the new chapter and stuff.

Well I'm not intentionally going to lose cause that's zero fun.~ I'm going to try everything I can to win on purpose!

At this point I think I should jsut try to do everything to lsoe all my games. More memorable that way XD.

Mayanna's Group "Well I understand that feeling, we're all out of place in this group. None of us know each other at all. Or, at least I don't think we do." Drake said, not really thinking. Her thought just popped out of her head and out of her mouth. She had a look of shock for a second, that one when you meant to not say anything but totally did anyway. She recovered it pretty quickly though. If she was to say something, she wanted to at least seem confident in her words. Now that she spoke she sorta had to follow through with it. So, she continued. "I mean... I still don't know how any of you aren't mad at me... I mean I did sorta mess up and forget when I was supposed to be around here. So, I ended up wasting a lot of your time as you had to wait for me. It's not like I'm making a very good first impression." Drake sighed, she was visibly upset, though in it was something right under the surface. It wasn't immediately obvious. If one was any bit observant though, they'd notice. "Look, we're all out of our elements here for sure. Maybe some more than others, but we all are. Not sure that's helpful to say really. You know, I don't even know your name... what is it?" a good question. After all, her having been late only Drake had introduced herself to all of them. No one really returned the greeting to her. So, she was entirely in the dark in that regard. She figured it was jsut a product of her being late, though it still felt a bit rude of the others to not really even bother. Yes she was late, but didn't mean there wasn't time to at least tell her their names. She was stuck with a bunch of people she didn't even know anything about. Well, save for the name of one of them, but it was from an off-hand source and not the girl herself. Drake wasn't very happy about that. But, what could she do? She didn't really have the room to say anything about it. After all, she was the one they were waiting on this entire time.

Mayanna's Group Drake nodded at the response. Who really knew what that kid's issue was. She really didn't care though. She'd probably never really see him again. At least she hoped that was the case. He didn't seem pleasant at all to be around. "He's really not worth our time, though guess we're stuck with him." Drake sneered after saying that. She really didn't get people like him. She really didn't. As if his time was more important then theirs. It really bothered her. It was always the losers that thought they were more valuable or somehow better than everyone else. She wondered if she suggest ditching the kid, but she didn't really want to stoop to that level. You had to deal with people you didn't care for every now and then. Such was life. It'd be good practice for later, or at least she thought. Better now to deal with them early then later. Well... probably. What did she know? It wasn't exactly like there was that many kids in her hometown. There was actually pretty few since it was such a small community. After all Cinnabar was a pretty small island. There was only about the room for the one town to be built as the volcano and the surrounding land just weren't very suitable for it. Even Cinnabar itself was still within a risky range of the Volcano. Either way, the town was small. It was one of those that you could know all your neighbors by name sorta affairs. It was quaint. Drake sorta missed it somewhat, the quiet of the countryside. It was much louder in these parts. She sighed. It was better off this way though. She could actually make friends with folks in her age group here. Well, and of course train to met her ultimate goal, being the most powerful trainer. The girl she had been talking to turned to talk to the strange girl before, the one she wasn't entirely sure if she recognized or not. Drake looked back but she didn't otherwise say anything. This one looked really shy now that she noticed. Almost like Whisper in a way... so she didn't want to spook her by asking another question. She was afraid it would be overwhelming for her. The concern would've shown on her face. That Emberly wasn't good at hiding. She really did care about people and Pokemon, and she wasn't good at hiding her concern or fears for them. She wanted to say something, but she held it down as a result to not put the girl on the spot even more. She knew that Whisper got even more frightened the more sources there were of things making her uncomfortable. And, maybe to some degree people were different than Pokemon, but Drake felt it was best to still treat it that way. Maybe it was silly or even a little crazy but that experience she had with her beloved companion felt like it held weight here so she listened to it. She almost visibly choked on the words before putting them back down. She took a deep breath.

Because I'm looking for the Green colour... not the text XD. Maybe it's jsut me. If I see the colour of the text at the top I instantly know boom that's the correct post. ((then again it probably bothers only me because that's how I do the headers in Heartless, the characters in a scene are colour coded so I know at a glance who's all in it without having to read the header every time. It's mostly helpful when scrolling back through to catch up so that I can skip everyone else's posts without said coloured header without having to read them all since I know 100% this colour = this particular group of posts therefore I can not ahve to stop every 5 secs to read every singlar header. ((one could point out I could look for the player to find their chacater but uh... sorry I can;t remember the player for like 15 different characters... It's pretty tough lol.)) This is why pretty much every time I try to write Drake in orange in a header etc... cause it makes it organized and easier to follow certain arcs that you need for info rather having to read 100% of the thread. WIth as disjointed as everything can be I think it's really helpful to have it be at least slightly done as such/ (then again I'm probably the only person who opens about 5 tabs to view previous posts so that I know everything that previously happened in regards to the current thing that happening. Like the text honestly matter less to me XD. If it was constantly that green colour I could easily find it WHILE just scrolling the page and not having to stop to read anything. Might sound a bit selfish, but I find that it would be helpful for groups to keep the colour of the header constant, that way it's easier to look back on in the coming days etc... and that it's easier to find more relevant info 100% right away. Maybe i sound selfish or nitpicky, but It will be immensely helpful.

Alrighty then! So the major editing process of Dream has been completed up to all currently completed Chapters. Once again, a big thank you to my wonderful and lovely editor Rose~ She really really helps me out immensely and I'm am more grateful than anything that she's willing to help me out and put up with my terribleness ((what's not really that bad but eh at times XD.)) It really does mean a lot to me that you spend your valuable time helping me out and more improtantly, to better my work. It means the world to me Rose. Anyway, please do enjoy the more cleaned up version of Dream. I really hope those that have read it enjoy it once again, and those that have yet to set their eyes out do as well. It would mean a lot to me to hear anything you have to say about the piece if you do. If you really liked a character, if something spoke to you in a way you didn't expect. Anything. Anything you can share even if it's not adivce o the work or contrstive critisim, I don't mind. I'd love to read anything you ahve to say, anything you have to offer. Because hearing your experiences reading the work well, I love hearing those as well. It's fasicnating how something I wrote can jsut effect people in different ways and what not. So yea, please do leave what you thought while reading along. I'd love to see it. Thanks to everyone who's read this throughtout the time it's been up. It means so much to me that you toom the time in and of itself. Anyway, enough being sappy lol. Hukuna Sensei, Out~

Haaaaaaaaappy birthday man! Have a wonderful day lol. I don't really do these often, but I'll make an exception this time lol.

Mayanna’s group ((can we keep it to the one Chim's using for the group please? It's really confusing that everyone changes the colour every time or shortens it. Makes it really confusing and hard to tell which posts I'm looking for to keep track of the conversation. It'd be super helpful if we kept them uniform. The colour at the very least.)) Drake walked into the group now as they were certainly going to want to embark on their journey. Considering one of the them ran off already. By the words the one girl had to say, she assumed he wasn't a very pleasant individual. No loss that he stormed off, though she didn't feel like following after him. Anyone who acted like that just wanted attention. Having to follow after him as if his time or whatever was more important then anyone else's didn't sit well with Drake. Seemed to just be one of those losers that really thought so much of themselves when they had no right to. However, she didn't want to judge. After all, she only just met half these people... well all of them actually. So, she didn't want to condemn them on first meeting. She just chalked up to, he was in a bad mood cause he had to wait extra time, and she was done with it. Either way she was in a group of a bunch of people she didn't know, still in the area was a boy that had just asked the one Drake assumed to be the "leader" a question. He used the name Maya when addressing her. So, Drake assumed that was her name. However, she wasn't about to use it because addressing someone when you probably shouldn't in any way know their name, with their name, was... reeeeeeeeeeeeeally creepy and weird and awkward and stuffs. Other than that there was also another girl. One with white hair. She was rather interesting looking... Drake wondered if she saw her before, but shook the feeling. She was pretty sure she hadn't and even if she did it was just in passing. But, she did kinda look familiar. "I'm terribly sorry for making you all wait. Got... sidetracked with important stuff. Anyway, I'm Emberly, but people call me Drake!" she said with a huge beaming grin. "Hopefully this whole thing goes well. I'm kinda excited. Not sure what's bothering that one though. Someone pee in his cheerios?" she lazily turned her thumb towards the one walking off into the distance. she laughed a little at the remark. Under the surface though, Drake was worried all of these people would be mad at her for holding them up. One clearly was... probably. The others? Who knew? She just really didn't want to leave a bad first impression, though she was sure she already had. It made her exceedingly nervous, though she was very good at hiding it. Like, really good. She had gotten used to hiding her nerves. Now, that didn't mean she didn't feel them or denied them, what it meant was on the surface it didn't show. She looked unwavered by the circumstances. She just waited to see their responses as she walked along with the group.

I'm not too particular on a title feel free to make one. ((do remember it draws from the power of strong emotion, or is from a strong feeling etc... feel like that's important.)) as for being Berserker again, no worries this one can actually talk a bit making my job not quite as hard lol. It'll still be a bit of a pain in but not as much of one as it could be XD>. So, I don't really mind it as much lol.

Drake only raised a single eyebrow at the Spinda that was now wandering of. He was pretty proud huh? She tried not to laugh at him, but... he did look really cute and funny. Either way she know knew where she was headed towards the group. Well, it was good that this Spinda found her though. It made finding her group so much easier. Well... she assumed that's why this happened. for now she approached right behind the Spinda. The entire group could easily see her now that she had arrived. She even waved to indcate she was on her way over.

Folie (& Emberly) It wasn't until after she stopped for a while that Drake even heard the small beast calling for her. She heard it yelling loudly however and as a result turned her head. It was then she saw the little Spinda coming over to her. She was wearing now a long Bright orange summer dress, similar to the colour of her hair. It was... extremely loud and probably on the best thing to be running in, though it was okay since it only went to about Knee height. It didn't hamper her movement too much as a result. Her father always told her to "dress to impress", and she did want to give these folks a good first impression. Normally she hated being in anything even slightly dressy. Sweatpants and shirts and jeans about the epitome of her style of dress. It was a rather sloppy manner of it, but she didn't really care. Least effort, practical... sounded like Drake alright. At least in anything she wasn't super passionate about. Either way she bent down to see the little Spinda better, since it had obviously been chasing after her by the speed it was going. It was fast for what it was. She'd never really seen a Spinda have that much hustle in it's step. It was probably extremely well trained and not like a house pet for a new trainer prior. She respected that. She tried to be as eye level with it as possible without looking crazy, though it was still far from close to the little guy. "And who are you little guy? You certainly don't look lost. You looking for me?" she said in a clear tone to indicate she was talking directly to the Spinda..

Yea, it's no issue mate lol. *cracks neck... dies, Turns into a Zombie.* Let's do thiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiis shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit!

Okay, can I get a head count of who's still around? Hopefully didn't lose anybody in that short a break but you never know XD. Anyway, I'm jsut curious. Once I catch up on some of my work for Se7en etc I'll reopen this bad boy and get this shiiiiiiiiiit show on the road XD. We're going to get into the meat and potatoes of this whole thing pretty soon. I imagine you guys will want to see it lol

I'll think about it for sure. Though, I'd kinda want to play something a little more... off the beaten path perhaps. We'll see I suppose XD.