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Exclusive Roleplay / Re: [RP] 17 Zain, 218 of the Fourth Age
« Last post by AminZeru on February 17, 2019, 10:36:07 PM »
[River finds himself whisked away from the spot, and instead of coming across Morrigan - he arrives in Belmont shortly after noon with no recollection of previous events.]
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Exclusive Roleplay / Re: [RP] 17 Zain, 218 of the Fourth Age
« Last post by Bumpy Lumps River Edition on February 17, 2019, 10:12:33 PM »
[Invoke the Fates card so that River did not come across Morrigan and the deck]
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Exclusive Roleplay / Re: [RP] 17 Zain, 218 of the Fourth Age
« Last post by AminZeru on February 17, 2019, 09:25:52 PM »
[A single draw is not an "event". I.E. - You cannot use a card to negate another card unless it specifically says so]
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Exclusive Roleplay / Re: [RP] 17 Zain, 218 of the Fourth Age
« Last post by Bumpy Lumps River Edition on February 17, 2019, 06:00:56 PM »
[Invoke the Fates card to escape having drawing all the cards except Fate and the vizier]
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Exclusive Roleplay / Re: [RP] 17 Zain, 218 of the Fourth Age
« Last post by AminZeru on February 17, 2019, 04:17:38 PM »
[River Draws]:

The Fates:
Reality's fabric unravels and spins anew, allowing you to avoid or erase one event that affected your character personally and directly as if it never happened. You must use the card's magic as soon as you draw it.

Flames:
A powerful devil becomes your enemy. The devil seeks your ruin and plagues your life, savoring your suffering before attempting to slay you. This enmity lasts until either you or the devil dies.

Vizier: At any time you choose within one year of drawing this card, you can ask a question in ten minute meditation and mentally receive a truthful answer to that question. Besides information, the answer helps you solve a puzzling problem or other dilemma. In other words, the knowledge comes with Wisdom on how to apply it.

Rogue: A nonplayer character of the Plot Committee's choice becomes hostile toward you. The identity of your new enemy isn't known until the NPC or someone else reveals it. Nothing less than a wish spell or Divine Intervention can end the NPC's hostility toward you.

Donjon: You disappear and become entombed in a state of suspended animation in an extradimensional Sphere. Everything you were wearing and carrying stays behind in the space you occupied when you disappeared. You remain imprisoned until you are found and removed from the Sphere. You can't be located by any Divination magic, but a wish spell can reveal the location of your prison. You draw no more cards.
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Legends of Sidereus / [In-game Fiction] Athos & Magdalena - Part 2
« Last post by AminZeru on February 15, 2019, 08:01:42 PM »
Anger flooded through Athos’s veins. In a fluid movement, he leapt over the podium to the base of the dais where his spear rested. Followers of both Aviaz and Melantha drew their weapons in response to their leaders’ movements. Athos moved to the front of his brothers in arms, placing his hand reassuringly on Jonas’s shoulder before pushing him aside. Magdalena stepped before him, a hungry smile played across her lips. The high priestess crossed her arms behind her back, playfully tapping her daggers together in a staccato rhythm.

“I will not warn you again Magda.” Athos grimaced at his reflexive and familiar shortening of her name. Magdalena’s smile grew wider still. “Leave, an no harm will come to you or your companions.”

Magdalena stepped closer still, Athos could feel the incredible heat of her body washing over him, the too-familiar scent of black currant did nothing to diminish the sensation that he was rapidly losing control of the situation.

“Well then…” Magdalena leaned forward slightly, close enough to whisper. “Make me obey, Ath.”

Barely had she finished her words before she spun around into a low sweep, attempting to knock his legs out from under him. Unburdened by his armor in his ceremonial robes, Athos leapt back – spear in hand – as the group of his brethren scattered quickly into a wide semi-circle, weapons at the ready. Magdalena’s followers did the same, the two groups creating a ring of light and dark that gave the two leaders a wide berth to settle their duel.

In a fluid movement Magdalena cartwheeled backward, sheathing both daggers and tying her braided hair into a bun. She finished her acrobatic maneuver with a handspring before landing on her feet, both daggers once again in hand. Still smiling she bowed to the applause of her followers – all of whom seemed to be treating this as a game.

Athos readied his spear and charged, closing the distance between them with speed that belied his athletic frame. Magdalena responded in kind, dropping to one knee and sliding past him as her right arm flashed out with a dagger. The blade fell short of drawing blood, cutting through the fabric of Athos’s robe instead. Without taking time to evaluate the blow, Athos pivoted on one foot and planted the other – slamming his spear on the ground where Magdalena had been a moment before.

With the speed of a cobra, Magdalena’s daggers sliced outward. Both attacks came just short of Athos’s face before repeating the motion toward his midsection, again cutting through fabric. In a moment of realization – Athos leapt back, spear raised.

She was toying with him.

“What do you want Magdalena!!” his displeasure was clear on his face.

“Was I that obvious?” she quipped with a giggle.

“Well!” he growled through clenched teeth. Magdalena sighed.

“You call this a congregation? The Apocalypse bears down upon us and you all sit here like fools, cowering in a corner to lick your wounds and weep for the world.” Magdalena laughed, triggering a chorus of echoed sentiment through her followers.

“This world is ours.” Magdalena looked around the room, this time at the followers of Aviaz. “I for one will not falter and allow anyone to steal what is mine from me – be they demon or god.” She paused again, smiling as she looked toward Athos. “I was just thinking… it might be more fun if we helped each other out.” She winked.
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Legends of Sidereus / [In-game Fiction] Athos & Magdalena
« Last post by AminZeru on February 15, 2019, 06:00:18 PM »
[This short story represents in-game events that take place shortly before the in-game Vernius event on 2.23.19 - Neal]

Athos stood behind the gilded podium at the head of a small congregation. Priests and paladins of Aviaz, all of them had come together in fellowship to pray to the Herald of the Dawn before the main celebration of Vernius to be held at the temple of Zaria later that evening.

“My brothers…” Athos spoke, the smile wide on his lips concealing his truly somber mood. “We stand here, together, mired in the darkest of times. The cold of Winter fails to even bring snow as the corruption of the Void Serpent pulls us ever closer to the inevitable…” Athos paused, his words catching in his throat. “Apocalypse.”

The gathering of clerics and paladins shifted and shuffled nervously. Primarily male Egoran nobility, the group whispered among themselves. Faith was hard to come by in these times, and even the devotees of Aviaz – the god of Courage – were fearful. The smile on Athos’s face faltered somewhat as the weight of this reality settled upon him. Failure was not only possible – it was inevitable. The world was destined to end, and now he and the other warriors of Light were being called upon to fight an impossible battle and ultimately die in the attempt.

To what end?

Athos remained silent, the murmur of the crowd growing steadily silent in anticipation of what he was about to say. Finally, as he straightened preparing to speak, the massive doors to the temple burst open. A gathering of individuals dressed in black and silver gossamer clothing, barely concealing the shapely and supple forms beneath. Largely female, the uninvited congregation openly wore holy symbols declaring allegiance to Melantha – the goddess of Lust, Envy and Lies.

“Greetings followers of Aviaz!” the apparent leader of the group spoke. Athos recognized her as Magdalena, High Priestess of the local church of Melantha – the Coven of the Black Rose. As she and her followers walked toward the front of the temple, Athos’s congregation stood fast. Some of his compatriots drew weapons, others crossed their arms in a defiant attempt to show courage rather than fear.

Magdalena walked to the front of the line of paladins and priests, standing before a younger paladin named Jonas. The young man stood unwavering before Magdalena’s seductive charms, his jaw tightly clenched. She came to a stop before him, her face inches from his. Her perfume was thick in the air, yet somehow subtle – the fragrance of black currant intertwining with her own scent. For a moment, she looked as if she would lean forward to kiss the young man, but instead she spoke, staring directly into Jonas’s eyes.

“Why so glum little Paladins?” she over-enunciated each word, the movement of her black-stained lips hypnotic as a serpent’s dance. “Are we afraid of the impending doom of the world?” her voice was mocking. She shifter her glance to Athos, behind the podium. Her smirk grew into a smile. “Do we want to run and hide?”

The gathering of Melantha devotees laughed and jeered in unison, some of them directly mocking Aviaz followers they knew personally.

“What say you Athos?” Magdalena spoke, standing back from the young paladin she had teased. The young man seemed to lean forward in response, enraptured by the priestess despite his best attempts at remaining stoic.

Athos grimaced and clenched his fist before crossing his arms.

“Begone Magdalena. You are not welcome here.” Athos’s voice boomed in resolute defiance.

“Make me leave Athos. We haven’t danced in a while.” Magdalena’s smile grew wider. She opened her arms wide in a sudden movement, producing an expertly-crafted fighting knife in each hand as if from thin air.
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[This story was written today as a gift, though not necessarily for you. It is canon, and there is a hint or two buried inside.]

Anna opened the weathered wooden shutters to her small cottage, letting the brisk winter air into her tiny abode. The bitter cold teased snow, but so far only frost had gathered. Across the road and the clearing beyond lay her village; Velitrae, a large community that continued to grow despite harsh winters and frequent attacks from Goblins – and worse. The waxing moon was bright in the sky, painting the houses and buildings below in a silver-white luminance she would call beautiful were she not so painfully aware of the prejudiced hearts of the people that lived within them.

Anna took a moment to let herself absorb the view of the village from her home on the limits of the community. Taking a deep breath of the frigid air she once again closed her shutters and shut the windows, reflexively shaking off the icy touch of winter even though her unique heritage left her unfazed by the cold.

Frost curled along the floorboards where her bare feet came to rest, and for a moment she thought she heard a familiar voice whisper her name…

“Anna.”

As soon as it came, it was gone. She turned toward her door - her right hand raised palm outstretched - as the air around her fingers filled with freezing mist. The building creaked and settled in a slight breeze, but no visitor came. The door rattled slightly, a slight draft creeping between the seams.

Anna exhaled in relief.

She walked to her bed and sat on the edge. For a moment she contemplated whether another attempt at sleep was warranted. Once again, a whisper found its way into her mind…

“Anna.”

In a flash she was on her feet, a blade of pure ice was conjured to her right hand and within her left swirled a tempest of violent cold. Grey-green eyes flashed in anger as she slowly pivoted examining the small space carefully. Focusing for a moment, she scrutinized the air itself – calling upon her deeper abilities to determine the source of this ghostly whisper. As she concentrated the room seemed to shimmer and shift, a hundred subtleties of color and tone fluctuated before her as she sifted through the layers of what she could magically perceive.

“I’m here, Anna.” A voice came from behind her. An apparition of flame appeared as a masculine figure she knew very well slowly made itself known.

“You don’t belong here.” Anna sighed, dismissing her spells with a flick of her wrist as she sat heavily on her bed.

“You always say that.” Her visitor seemed to smile, though it was hard to make out details in the still-coalescing features of the incandescent specter.

“It’s always true, Etienne.” Anna was not amused. “What do you want.”

“I have a gift… well two gifts really.” Etienne’s phantom finished taking shape, the form becoming nearly real – though it remained somewhat translucent.

Nervous, Anna looked away.

“I don’t need gifts Etienne.”

Etienne frowned and looked down. For a moment, sadness crossed his face before he concealed it with a veil of joviality.

“You always say that.” Etienne smiled. "You'd think there would be less repetition coming from an Oracle."

Anne scoffed.

Etienne turned away, leaving a small silver key resting on the windowsill. Glancing at the key, Anne ran her fingers through her short hair in frustration.

“Thanks, but you didn’t have to.” She wondered if he knew she had yet again taken a lover, her focus – and her heart – would remain firmly outside of his grasp, no matter what games he played.

“I never do anything I have to do.” He said, again with a smile. He walked toward the door as his apparition began to fade.

“Wait,” she said, confused “you said there were two gifts…”

“I won’t be back Anna. Not like this anyway.” He paused, weighing his words carefully. “No more chasing, no more teasing, no more flirting, no more games… and most of all – no more confusion. You’ve made it clear you want nothing from me.”

Anna opened her mouth to speak but said nothing.

“It’s alright.” Etienne smiled again. “I’m sorry I am so bad at taking hints.”

Etienne’s phantom began to vanish, flame once again consuming the form.

“Are we still…” Anne paused again “Will you still visit, are we still friends?”

“Always.” His words were firm, though they seemed hollow somehow.

The building creaked and settled in a slight breeze.

The door rattled slightly, a slight draft creeping between the seams.

Anna exhaled.


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Event Calendar / Re: "The Garden of Ardra" - Sidereus 2019 Season Opener [C3: S10: E1]
« Last post by AminZeru on February 11, 2019, 10:05:24 PM »
Sidereus Season Opener - "The Garden of Ardra"
Event Meal Menu:

- Friday -
Bread
Cheese
Beverages (including Coffee & Tea)

- Saturday -
A variety of Ales and Wines* (sodas and juices) available all day
Coffee & Tea available

(Breakfast Options):
Fresh Fruits
Hot Flat-cakes (Pankcakes)
Scrambled Eggs
Bacon or Sausage
Apple-cinnamon Oatmeal
Breakfast Skillet (Vegan Friendly: russet potatoes, yellow onion, bell pepper, mushrooms, spinach, garlic, paprika, salt)

(Dinner Options):
Roasted garlic and herb beef with baked potato and garden vegetables,
(or)
Pan fried rosemary chicken breast with brown rice and sauteed spinach,
(or)
Vegan lentil stew (Lentils, potatoes, yellow onion, garlic, peas, celery, carrots, herb blend)

Dinner served with dinner rolls (butter and cheese optional)

- Sunday -
A variety of Ales and Wines* (sodas and juices) available all day
Coffee & Tea available

(Breakfast Options):
Fresh Fruits
Hot Flat-cakes (Pankcakes)
Scrambled Eggs
Bacon or Sausage
Apple-cinnamon Oatmeal
Breakfast Skillet (Vegan Friendly: russet potatoes, yellow onion, bell pepper, mushrooms, spinach, garlic, paprika, salt)

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Event Calendar / "The Garden of Ardra" - Sidereus 2019 Season Opener [C3: S10: E1]
« Last post by AminZeru on February 11, 2019, 10:04:59 PM »
"With a resurgence in Goblin activity before the thaw has completed, civilian, crown and Heroborn alike are driven to the limit of their resources to answer the threat. As those in Belmont do what they can, the survivors gather resources and supplies to build a resistance against an oncoming wave of Goblin attackers.

In the shadows of the night, whispers of an ancient name are heard as another seal edges closer to being broken..."
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In-game Location: Belmont, Egoras

Real World Location: Camp Denison (84 Nelson St, Georgetown, MA 01833)

The Sidereus 2018 Season 10, Chapter 3 - Armageddon Season Opening Event will take place on March 22nd to March 24th, 2019.

Open Roleplay begins at 5 PM on Friday

GAME ON at 6 PM on Friday!

Contact logistics@sidereus.net with questions
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Event Admission:

Gold ($80.00/pp)
-- Includes $20.00 off/day next event (may be gifted)
-- Includes 20% off any non-admission purchase at the Nexus (in-store/online)
-- (Choose Two): 1 Gold Piece / 1 "Favor" Point (Contact System) / 1 Month "Dimensional Residue" effect
-- For each Gold admission purchased, two players who purchases a "Standard" admission will receive one of the above benefits, randomly chosen.

Silver ($60.00/pp)
-- Includes $10.00 off/day next event (may be gifted)
-- Includes 10% off any non-admission purchase at the Nexus (in-store/online)
-- (Choose One): 1 Gold Piece / 1 "Favor" Point (Contact System) / 1 Month "Dimensional Residue" effect
-- For each Silver admission purchased, one player who purchases a "Standard" admission will receive one of the above benefits, randomly chosen.

Standard ($40.00/pp)

**BUDGET GOALS COMING SOON**

 **Admission is non-refundable**

 

Nearby Hotels:

- Fairfield Inn by Marriott Amesbury, 35 Clark's Rd, Amesbury, MA

- DoubleTree by Hilton Boston North Shore, 50 Ferncroft Rd, Danvers, MA 01923

 

Event Amenities:

 

-Flush toilets

-Cabin Space

-Saturday Breakfast, Saturday Dinner, Sunday Breakfast (See below post for event menu)

-Giveaways and other great surprises!

 
NOTICE:

- Some cabins are available! Groups will get priority. Please submit cabin reservations with your Logistics submissions - to Logistics@Sidereus.net
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