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<![CDATA[Vivarium - All Forums]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/ Sun, 28 Jun 2026 18:47:32 +0000 MyBB <![CDATA[roots]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=12387 Sun, 28 Jun 2026 13:53:37 -0400 Oliver]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=12387

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Oliver was truly beginning to get tired of it here.

While he could never deny it was a beautiful place, full of a variety of terrains and some that even reminded him of home — well, he was just sure that it was out to get him personally.

This morning had been routine, even positive, as he’d managed to both sleep soundly and catch a meal with little difficulty. It had been sunny, warm, and as he lay out in the open to catch the rays like a cold-blooded thing, he would’ve even described himself as contented.

However, now, soaked through and thrashed around like a leaf in the wind, he was anything but. The bulbous clouds had ascended without a warning, and even faster came the lightning, the gale, the pelting rain. A promising day ruined by a freak storm.

The man was now currently taking shelter in a small rocky cave on the edge of the meadow, just in the tree line. His line of sight wasn’t great, but he could still see out towards the fields if anyone should happen upon him.

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returned with the golden bloom. Several, in fact, to see whether it could be cultivated in the Skyspear and what ways it might be dried or applied to other ailments. Setemhotep was grateful. , he suspected, would be more appreciate still. For with this blossom, she would be free once and for all of the curse which ravaged her.

The blue turtlehead gave her back her faculties. But without frequent infusion, its effects faded. She could not leave Satriya, or she would succumb again to the influence of chaos. She had not seen her sons, and for this, Setemhotep ached.

He was glad to be a vessel by which true healing might at last be offered. It was prepared in a tincture with honey and white fish, for no other reason than he thought the ordeal deserved some celebratory pomp.

I think, He even suggested, sliding the delicacy toward her, We might even have reason to break into the wine.]]> <![CDATA[destined to fall]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=12384 Sat, 27 Jun 2026 23:27:44 -0400 Váli]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=12384 Váli had very few things that made him unique.

Born only to avenge, there was little else in his existence that truly mattered. Sword, flesh, blood. Rinse. Repeat.

Anger brewed beneath the surface of his skin, blood boiling with rage. He used it, this anger. Every word cut like a blade, and every blade swung cut that much deeper fueled by his fury.

It kept away most companionship, and Váli liked it this way. Liked being alone, craved the way others would turn their heads and stare elsewhere when he entered the room.

None could get close, and Váli preferred it this way.

Except one...

But he was gone, too. Driven away, repelled by Váli like all of the others. And the solitude that followed was unlike any Váli had experienced.

Perhaps this was what led to his inevitable downfall.

The blade cut him from throat to the bottom of his ribs. Ichor splattered in a macabre painting across the floor. Agony laced with the anger draining from his body.

He wanted someone to be there. Wanted to take the hand of his companion. Reached for it, even.

But no one was there.

Awakening was hell.

The wound stitched itself up, closing over muscle and bone and sinew. Inch by agonizing inch, it sealed together, and Váli could not help the gasping, guttural cries of a man disemboweled from slipping past his lips.

His paws - paws - scrabbled in the bloody mud beneath him, his body flaring white hot with pain.

And then it was over, and Váli was left in a trembling heap on the crimson earth, breath leaving him in ragged gulps as he attempted to orient himself
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Born only to avenge, there was little else in his existence that truly mattered. Sword, flesh, blood. Rinse. Repeat.

Anger brewed beneath the surface of his skin, blood boiling with rage. He used it, this anger. Every word cut like a blade, and every blade swung cut that much deeper fueled by his fury.

It kept away most companionship, and Váli liked it this way. Liked being alone, craved the way others would turn their heads and stare elsewhere when he entered the room.

None could get close, and Váli preferred it this way.

Except one...

But he was gone, too. Driven away, repelled by Váli like all of the others. And the solitude that followed was unlike any Váli had experienced.

Perhaps this was what led to his inevitable downfall.

The blade cut him from throat to the bottom of his ribs. Ichor splattered in a macabre painting across the floor. Agony laced with the anger draining from his body.

He wanted someone to be there. Wanted to take the hand of his companion. Reached for it, even.

But no one was there.

Running through the moorland, a favorite activity, had changed lately into more of a... loping through the moorland. Liss's stamina was much reduced, her appetite bolstered, her wanderlust diminished.

Diminished, but not absent entirely. Though she kept her treks to the borderlands of Camhanaich, she continued to make them. The only thing worse than overexertion these days was sitting still.

She followed grasshoppers through heather, tail wagging, and hummed an old Havir song to herself that floated across blooming fields into the wind.]]> \o/

The sun was beginning to make its descent, casting the earth in its warm, golden hue, enhancing the colors surrounding Jarek as he limped through this vast field. Sunflowers loomed tall above his shoulder and swayed in a gentle breeze. The dog snorted at their laughing faces. Such happy flowers. He, on the other hand, was absolutely not happy. It wasn’t the pain - he relished the sting of it - but rather how absurdly slow he was moving and the rumble of his stomach.

Jarek felt the air as it passed the open flap of skin in his throat, an odd, tickling sensation. The blood clotted soon after he’d escaped the devil wolf, leaving his tan fur tinged the color of rust. The wound in his thigh, however, continued to seep periodically, the deep red blood breaking through despite his body’s attempts to start its healing process. Pink muscle protruded from the opening, shredded between teeth, and scraps of skin and fur hung loosely at the edges. He’d kept an ear out for the sound of water in hopes he could properly clean the wounds, but had been unsuccessful so far.

He knew, from his previous scouting, of the wolf pack to the west, and he’d seen glimpses of water near where they resided, but Jarek couldn’t guarantee that the devil wolf he’d encountered didn’t live among them. If they were all as psychotic as that one, he’d be torn to shreds. He may not have been the brightest of his family, but he was no stranger to assessing risks, and that was certainly not worth it.

Jarek exhaled loudly as he peered at the treeline in the south. It would be another day or more of travel to reach them, he supposed, but it could take longer at the rate he was moving. His belly growled again. Oh, for fuck’s sake.]]> For but any others welcome if they wish

Group Creation: Ravorn

in The Giant’s Throne

Group Name

Ravorn

Territory

The Giant’s Throne

Summary

Built upon old bones and older traditions, Ravorn is a community shaped by pagan rites, ancestral reverence, and the unforgiving will of nature. Its members are bound by loyalty, tempered through sacrifice, and sustained by survival. Under the rule of the Rí Cnámh, every hunt is a ritual, every season a trial, and every member a strand in an ancient legacy woven through blood, bone, and memory.

Member Default Rank

Neamhchríochnaithe

Group Admins

Group Leaders

Group Colours: Light Mode

#463329 & #A5D2A2

Group Colours: Dark Mode

#463329 & #A5D2A2

Group Name Colours: Light Mode

#463329

Group Name Colours: Dark Mode

#A5D2A2

Founding Members

Thread links

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Group Creation: Ravorn

in The Giant’s Throne

Group Name

Ravorn

Territory

The Giant’s Throne

Summary

Member Default Rank

Neamhchríochnaithe

Group Admins

Group Leaders

Group Colours: Light Mode

#463329 & #A5D2A2

Group Colours: Dark Mode

#463329 & #A5D2A2

Group Name Colours: Light Mode

#463329

Group Name Colours: Dark Mode

#A5D2A2

Founding Members

Thread links

]]> <![CDATA[heart sick]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=12380 Sat, 27 Jun 2026 18:42:54 -0400 Tselmuun]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=12380 red flowers for summer events

Softness warms her frame, and there is nothing stopping her as she lopes amongst the wildflowers. Dotted across the field, it is the red blossoms she is drawn to, burrowing her face within their centers as if she is a bee in search of pollen.

Their scent is unfamiliar, belonging to no flower she can recall. Not that she has ever been knowledgeable in such things, of course. Nonetheless, they calm her mind all the same, and leave her feeling almost weightless.

Feelings of grief, of anger, of resentment—they are feelings of another woman. They are certainly not feelings that belong to her!

A chuff leaves her, and she rolls onto her side in one breath, cheek pressing against warm, sun-heated grass and into crushed red petals, nostrils flaring. She breathes in slow, deep breaths, tail thudding happily against the ground beside her.

The flowers smell wonderful. Everything smells wonderful. Would they taste wonderful? Considering, her tongue slides across scarred lips, and her eyes widen.

And for perhaps the first time in her life, Tselmuun finds herself considering whether she ought to eat one.

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]]> <![CDATA[it's time to strap our boots on]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=12379 Sat, 27 Jun 2026 18:39:20 -0400 Hexx]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=12379

The last thing he remembered was the other man, the one he had spent weeks following; one lead after another, most ending exactly as expected. Dead ends and rumors. Tracks that belonged to someone else, but eventually, there had only been one left. he never learned the mans name, only that he had crossed paths with Monty shortly before his son disappeared. Whether he had been responsible or merely knew something hadn't mattered.

He had answers, and Hexx intended to get them.

The conversation hadn't lasted long before steel nerves met a sharper tongue suspicion giving way to violence before either had managed much more than a handful of words. The stranger fought with the desperation of someone protecting more than his own life, and Hexx had answered in kind.

Fragments were all he remembered after that, and a body disappearing into the trees.

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Hexx opened his eyes to a canopy of green leaves shifting gently overhead, indifferent to the blood dried across his shoulder and chest. He remained still only long enough to take stock. His left shoulder had been torn open badly enough to stiffen the entire leg, several cuts littered his side. Every deep breath pressed against cracked ribs, though nothing felt broken badly enough to stop him walking, it was good enough for him.

So he climbed onto his feet and started walking. His pace was slower than usual, blood loss making itself known with each mile, but he continued all the same. The forest gradually became familiar in ways he hadn't expected until the mountains themselves came into view.

Dawnbreak? He huffed and continued toward home, blood slowly working its way back through the fur along his shoulder with every step.

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]]> <![CDATA[I met you by surprise]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=12378 Sat, 27 Jun 2026 17:51:18 -0400 Tselmuun]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=12378 located at little lake! territory points perhaps
perhaps?

A statue beneath the setting sun, Tselmuun sits with her eyes closed, face upturned toward the sky. The air smells of wild grass and fresh water, and the steady thunder of the waterfall fills the valley below. The air is hot and sticky, a gift from summer come anew, and she finds herself uncertain if she enjoys or hates the way heat dances across her skin.

An unknown amount of time passes, her mind blissfully quiet for once, until finally the heat grows unbearable. She is panting, tongue lolling from scarred lips, pupils dilated. Her fur feels warm, and her thoughts sluggish. Lazily, her eyes drift toward the tall trees concealing the water from view, and a decision is made before she can change her mind.

Rising to her feet, she sets off on stalking steps, seeking refuge past the towering trees from the relentless heat.

The moment she reaches the water's edge and presses a paw into the dark pool, a sigh escapes her. She takes little notice of the waterfall ahead, the towering cliff boxing it in, or creatures darting beneath the surface, too busy soaking up the sudden chill.

It is wonderful! Cold sprays from the falls, and she can finally breathe again.

Her body, tense with old grief and emotions long left unsorted, begins to loosen beneath the feel of cooling water. Unconcerned with dignity and caring little for caution, Tselmuun picks her way across the slick stones, steps pressing firmly, fighting the urge to throw herself within it! She can only laugh when she nearly falls, water sloshing as she slides forward on wobbly steps.

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perhaps?

]]> <![CDATA[The new rigme]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=12377 Sat, 27 Jun 2026 17:35:27 -0400 Batu]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=12377 Down south there would be music and glory, heartbreak and heart’s ease, claws or fang drawn sometimes in the lower chamberways and alleys. And come morning, power and passion and celebration all over again, jostling each other in the Pharaoh’s halls— narrowed for furtive love or quick bloodshed. So it goes also into bedchambers and planted courtyards, where flowering hedges droop over springs and deep-dredged artificial pools.

Horselord retreats.

He remembers plains like these. Remembers with whom he’d been there last, in tiger-iris time, before their fathers had died.

The waif aspired to be one of the khagan’s civil servants then, with access to the court. To Jochi and Tselmuun, Oyun and Rasha.

The steppe shimmers. Batu lopes his way northward.]]> Down south there would be music and glory, heartbreak and heart’s ease, claws or fang drawn sometimes in the lower chamberways and alleys. And come morning, power and passion and celebration all over again, jostling each other in the Pharaoh’s halls— narrowed for furtive love or quick bloodshed. So it goes also into bedchambers and planted courtyards, where flowering hedges droop over springs and deep-dredged artificial pools.

Horselord retreats.

He remembers plains like these. Remembers with whom he’d been there last, in tiger-iris time, before their fathers had died.

The waif aspired to be one of the khagan’s civil servants then, with access to the court. To Jochi and Tselmuun, Oyun and Rasha.

The steppe shimmers. Batu lopes his way northward.]]> <![CDATA[[TT] what you give me to work with]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=12376 Sat, 27 Jun 2026 17:24:28 -0400 Yuè]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=12376

At long last, Tianlong’s tour through Mythris begins! This will be Stop #1 of the journey and takes place on 6/12.

Tagging those currently traveling with Tianlong so everyone knows who may be present for this part of the procession: Lanyi (& others!)

There is no pressure or requirement to respond to this thread! Anyone who would like to reply is more than welcome to do so. Please note somewhere in your post whether your character is skippable so the thread can move along smoothly.

Members are also more than welcome to start their own side threads in non-claimed territories around this same time frame! Whether your character is exploring, hunting, resting, socializing, wandering off from the main procession, or simply having a little moment of their own, feel free to use this general tour window as an opportunity for extra threads. Please use the prefix TT (Tianlong Tour) in the title

The conditions were ripe for Tianlong to travel. Fortune had been favorable to the dynasty, between the brightening of the world and the conception of the Emperor's next litter – days of celebration, for both the newly wedded pair and that the Imperial Emperor would soon have his heir, led to the decision that their momentum must not cease. They must not become complacent, so close to the cusp of true prosperity.

The sheer potentiality of a long-lasting peace drove Tianlong forward, intent on grasping it for themselves.

There was another faction, not too far from where the Dynasty had celebrated Satriya’s wedding – and it would behoove Tianlong to better know their neighbors. The brief moment that Yue had believed another nation could span the entirety of the continent was the moment that the Empress realized she did not know enough about the lands around her.

What’s more, is that the Empress could not forget how one of her own healers had recently returned home, full to bursting with the pups from unknown origins. It was a personal failing that stung deeply. That was her divine purpose – to offer her shield to those within her domain – and this, she had not achieved.

Furthermore, there was no realm that Yue would bring life into this world, and allow it to be snuffed out due to her own misinformation. So, upon the order from the emperor, the group at the wedding fractured into two groups.

One returned to the eastern jungles, and the other moved forward, intent on securing their fortune through awareness and open-mindedness.

After a matter of days, the scent borders of another’s domain manifested before them. Yue, quietly noting that this was the first time she had approached another nation aside from Satriya and Tianlong itself (both for the reasons of weddings, one of them being her own), approached with such aplomb and affinity for diplomacy that left no question, she wished to be the one to call.

So she did, but not before glancing backwards at those who were with her, steadying them with a deep breath of her own.

Here, they approached the unknown.

and here, they trusted that the ancestors would protect their path.

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]]> <![CDATA[Speak to me, speak to me]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=12375 Sat, 27 Jun 2026 15:39:10 -0400 Eloise ]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=12375

It felt weird being part of a pack again.

Needing to adhere to rank, sleep amongst the masses, and live around new faces that will eventually become acquaintances. The concept had been foreign to her for so long that Eloise almost felt like a baby fawn learning to use her legs again. She'd grown up in one, of course, but her previous attempts to join others had never lasted long.

The only real group she'd stayed committed to in the past was her found family of wayfaring mercenaries — and they were very much in the past now...Bless them.

Now had welcomed her into their ranks, and she felt ever so foreign. So out of place. Yet, for the sake of not sitting down and being indecisive, Eloise set out to do what she was good at and patrol.

Her trail today lead her outside of the boarders and near the surrounding areas of Ravorn, seeking anything that might've seemed suspicious to her.

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]]> <![CDATA[In a straight line,]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=12374 Sat, 27 Jun 2026 11:03:25 -0400 Āzon]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=12374

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It was raining a lot nowadays. Strange clouds formed within the sky and made him think something was brewing up there that shouldn’t be. Everytime he’d lift his muzzle to take in the scents around him, everything around him smelled of fresh petrichor and wet grass. Then again, what did he know about the weather? As long as it wasn’t slowing him down, he’d keep going.

Just up ahead, a small stream flowed through the crack of low rise hills looping onward, and the man took this as an opportunity to stop his journey for now and take a breather. He could probably walk for days on end without stopping, with how accustomed he was to scouting by now. Though even he knew when it was time to stop.

The Tundrarian dipped his crown towards the surface, lapping up the water that flowed through the stream. His ears twitched slightly at the sound of something — or someone — nearby. Yet it was hardly close enough to take notice of it…for now.

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]]> <![CDATA[Fuck That Shit.]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=12373 Sat, 27 Jun 2026 09:52:24 -0400 Cairo]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=12373

Skill:

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Set on 6/26/2026

She'd interacted with a few of the younger dragons, some of them weren't too bad, they kept to themselves and some were overly aggressive. She liked that, but some of them were different than the others, some of them were colored differently than the monochrome older beasts. She didn't like that.

She missed .

A heavy sigh escaped her lips as she left the den housing Mama, Pappa, and the runts, eyes roaming through the jungle as she furrowed her brows in anger. She didn't like these little dragons, not really, but she had to put up with them didn't she? They were her kin and she couldn't deny blood.

Cairo stomped heavily through the jungle and towards the shores. Her eyes burning brightly in the darkness, her scars shimmering vibrantly in the shadows. She snarled and turned her head to snap at the blue and golden-white glittering accessories attached to her skin. She didn't latch onto herself but the motion was enough to be seen as aggressive and ferocious. Her actions screamed "Don't fuck with me".

As she reached the sands and found a spot on the shores she growled and kicked at the grains, sending a spray of sand flying before her and towards the waves. She stared down at the water that chased at her and she took a few steps into it. Further and further till she was nearly halfway up her legs in it.

Cai took a deep breath and held it for a moment, closing her eyes and tilting her head towards the sky to point her nose towards the moon. Into the winds. She exhaled and did it again, trying to still herself without having to head to the hot spring to find one of daddies caches.

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Set on 6/26/2026

]]> <![CDATA[IV]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=12372 Sat, 27 Jun 2026 09:15:18 -0400 Imenet]]> https://vivariumrpg.com/showthread.php?tid=12372

previously...

she scoff at his dull-witted moan. imenet decides he is not worthy of discourse or explanation. a decorated beast, yes, but she'd never engaged in conversation with even the finest chariot horse.

the migraine. again. she sets fingers to skull, hunches over in the water. damn this. damn all of this. damn him, especially.

imenet dives under the water. it is cooling. overwhelming.

does not see her resurface.

she breaks the surface with a gasp. eyes closed, she breathes heavy, face to the sun.

when she opens them, she flinches.

the oasis is gone. her captor & companion too. imenet twists her neck to see if she'd looked the wrong way.

no. in place of the lake, is a much vaster spread of water. it goes to a distant, unknown shore.

she looks back at what had her aghast.

a great pyramid looms in the distance. not that distant. and it brings great comfort. for she knows it was made.

a buzz at the nape of her neck, threatening to build up to pain, but already she is splashing for the shore. imenet's eyes are still on the construction as she wrings the water out her fur.

how fast could she reach it? half an hour? less? more? she'd try all the same.

while to her it might seem like moments have passed, it is currently the date of posting, and imenet has aged eight months

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previously...

while to her it might seem like moments have passed, it is currently the date of posting, and imenet has aged eight months

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