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Post by Torahvision on Jan 31, 2018 2:06:21 GMT
A clenched Eagle talon flung through Rawlin's beak, knocking him to the floor. "Half tweet." They mocked. The dazed raven child raised himself from the ground, glancing up at his persecutors. The Eagle brought another fist down on him but was stopped by Rawlin's own hand, squeezing the talon open. He twisted it and flung his left fist into the Eagle's chest, throwing him into the other birds. "Whoa, dude, chill out." An eagle protested. Rawlin grimaced, hissing, "Then leave me alone! I know who my parents are!" The hurt eagle rose from his position, chuckling, "And there's nothing you can do to change it. You're a disgrace to this Tribe." The white-feathered group sauntered away into a nearby building. Rawlin's white left arm had plagued him ever since birth. Both Ravens and Eagles pestered him endlessly about it. If only there was something he could do about it. Rawlin was an intelligent individual. His Eagle heritage gifted him with an acute mental sharpness that most Eagles lacked and no Raven ever possessed. His own cleverness delivered him from many a terrible situation. He excelled in school and surpassed all his Eagle schoolmates. He lived with the Raven Tribe but was educated at the Eagle Tribe. Even at home he couldn't find rest from pecking about his lineage. He refused to wear long sleeves to declare his security in his own ability. Rawlin stood and twisted his torso, releasing tensed areas of his back, "My goodness. Will they never stop?" He was glad school had ended for the day but did not look forward to reaching home. Resuming his course, he hoped no one else would stop him on the way to his speedor. Luckily, the citizens of the spire left him alone so he reached his speedor with ease. He reved it and sped toward the Raven HQ. "Identify yourself!" A Raven sentry demanded as Rawlin approached. "Rawlin!" The gate opened and Rawlin entered, coasting toward his home. As he rode through the streets, he glared up at the various Wings Row banners posted around the buildings. He thought to himself about all the corruption that gripped the streets, about the tyrannical monarchy reigning over this tribe that hoarded most all of the wealth, and the poor state at which everything existed. Presently, Rawlin parks his vehicle and passes into his parent's ragged apartment. "Well, hello, darling!" His mother, Erlin, greeted with a high pitch tone, giving him a quick hug. "Good evening, mother." He returned, hugging her back and sighing. "Please tell me those boys didn't bother you again?" Rawlin laughed, "Oh, yes mother. They left me alone." "How many times must I remind you that sarcasm is uneducated?" "Until you die." Rawlin grinned, fetching himself a glass of water. Rawlin's father, Rawndor, entered the house with tool boxes strung on his shoulders and black grime smeared all over him. Tossing his supplies onto the floor, he pitched a bag of money onto the counter, "5 pieces today." He exhaled and sat on a flimsy chair set in one of the corners. "That's better than yesterday's 4 piece day." Erlin squealed happily, pecking him with a brief kiss. "This king of ours hoards everything!" Rawlin exclaimed, slamming a fist into the counter. Erlin and Rawndor passed each other happy glances. "What do we do with kings like that?" Erlin hissed, facing Rawlin. Rawlin stuttered for a moment, putting a hand to his forehead, "We-- we overthrow, destroy, and tactically remove them from office." Erlin guided him into a soft chair, "And what are Eagles?" "Inferior beings with no purpose in Chima that must be disposed of." Rawlin chanted, his eyes beginning to roll in his head. Erlin leaned beside his ear, whispering, "Nolat." Rawlin's eyes slid shut as his body went limp, beginning his hypnosis session for the evening.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 5, 2018 16:42:37 GMT
A clenched Eagle talon flung through Rawlin's beak, knocking him to the floor. "Half tweet." They mocked. The dazed raven child raised himself from the ground, glancing up at his persecutors. The Eagle brought another fist down on him but was stopped by Rawlin's own hand, squeezing the talon open. He twisted it and flung his left fist into the Eagle's chest, throwing him into the other birds. "Whoa, dude, chill out." An eagle protested. Rawlin grimaced, hissing, "Then leave me alone! I know who my parents are!" The hurt eagle rose from his position, chuckling, "And there's nothing you can do to change it. You're a disgrace to this Tribe." The white-feathered group sauntered away into a nearby building. Rawlin's white left arm had plagued him ever since birth. Both Ravens and Eagles pestered him endlessly about it. If only there was something he could do about it. Rawlin was an intelligent individual. His Eagle heritage gifted him with an acute mental sharpness that most Eagles lacked and no Raven ever possessed. His own cleverness delivered him from many a terrible situation. He excelled in school and surpassed all his Eagle schoolmates. He lived with the Raven Tribe but was educated at the Eagle Tribe. Even at home he couldn't find rest from pecking about his lineage. He refused to wear long sleeves to declare his security in his own ability. Rawlin stood and twisted his torso, releasing tensed areas of his back, "My goodness. Will they never stop?" He was glad school had ended for the day but did not look forward to reaching home. Resuming his course, he hoped no one else would stop him on the way to his speedor. Luckily, the citizens of the spire left him alone so he reached his speedor with ease. He reved it and sped toward the Raven HQ. "Identify yourself!" A Raven sentry demanded as Rawlin approached. "Rawlin!" The gate opened and Rawlin entered, coasting toward his home. As he rode through the streets, he glared up at the various Wings Row banners posted around the buildings. He thought to himself about all the corruption that gripped the streets, about the tyrannical monarchy reigning over this tribe that hoarded most all of the wealth, and the poor state at which everything existed. Presently, Rawlin parks his vehicle and passes into his parent's ragged apartment. "Well, hello, darling!" His mother, Erlin, greeted with a high pitch tone, giving him a quick hug. "Good evening, mother." He returned, hugging her back and sighing. "Please tell me those boys didn't bother you again?" Rawlin laughed, "Oh, yes mother. They left me alone." "How many times must I remind you that sarcasm is uneducated?" "Until you die." Rawlin grinned, fetching himself a glass of water. Rawlin's father, Rawndor, entered the house with tool boxes strung on his shoulders and black grime smeared all over him. Tossing his supplies onto the floor, he pitched a bag of money onto the counter, "5 pieces today." He exhaled and sat on a flimsy chair set in one of the corners. "That's better than yesterday's 4 piece day." Erlin squealed happily, pecking him with a brief kiss. "This king of ours hoards everything!" Rawlin exclaimed, slamming a fist into the counter. Erlin and Rawndor passed each other happy glances. "What do we do with kings like that?" Erlin hissed, facing Rawlin. Rawlin stuttered for a moment, putting a hand to his forehead, "We-- we overthrow, destroy, and tactically remove them from office." Erlin guided him into a soft chair, "And what are Eagles?" "Inferior beings with no purpose in Chima that must be disposed of." Rawlin chanted, his eyes beginning to roll in his head. Erlin leaned beside his ear, whispering, "Nolat." Rawlin's eyes slid shut as his body went limp, beginning his hypnosis session for the evening. We could need more!
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Post by Torahvision on Feb 5, 2018 16:49:15 GMT
A clenched Eagle talon flung through Rawlin's beak, knocking him to the floor. "Half tweet." They mocked. The dazed raven child raised himself from the ground, glancing up at his persecutors. The Eagle brought another fist down on him but was stopped by Rawlin's own hand, squeezing the talon open. He twisted it and flung his left fist into the Eagle's chest, throwing him into the other birds. "Whoa, dude, chill out." An eagle protested. Rawlin grimaced, hissing, "Then leave me alone! I know who my parents are!" The hurt eagle rose from his position, chuckling, "And there's nothing you can do to change it. You're a disgrace to this Tribe." The white-feathered group sauntered away into a nearby building. Rawlin's white left arm had plagued him ever since birth. Both Ravens and Eagles pestered him endlessly about it. If only there was something he could do about it. Rawlin was an intelligent individual. His Eagle heritage gifted him with an acute mental sharpness that most Eagles lacked and no Raven ever possessed. His own cleverness delivered him from many a terrible situation. He excelled in school and surpassed all his Eagle schoolmates. He lived with the Raven Tribe but was educated at the Eagle Tribe. Even at home he couldn't find rest from pecking about his lineage. He refused to wear long sleeves to declare his security in his own ability. Rawlin stood and twisted his torso, releasing tensed areas of his back, "My goodness. Will they never stop?" He was glad school had ended for the day but did not look forward to reaching home. Resuming his course, he hoped no one else would stop him on the way to his speedor. Luckily, the citizens of the spire left him alone so he reached his speedor with ease. He reved it and sped toward the Raven HQ. "Identify yourself!" A Raven sentry demanded as Rawlin approached. "Rawlin!" The gate opened and Rawlin entered, coasting toward his home. As he rode through the streets, he glared up at the various Wings Row banners posted around the buildings. He thought to himself about all the corruption that gripped the streets, about the tyrannical monarchy reigning over this tribe that hoarded most all of the wealth, and the poor state at which everything existed. Presently, Rawlin parks his vehicle and passes into his parent's ragged apartment. "Well, hello, darling!" His mother, Erlin, greeted with a high pitch tone, giving him a quick hug. "Good evening, mother." He returned, hugging her back and sighing. "Please tell me those boys didn't bother you again?" Rawlin laughed, "Oh, yes mother. They left me alone." "How many times must I remind you that sarcasm is uneducated?" "Until you die." Rawlin grinned, fetching himself a glass of water. Rawlin's father, Rawndor, entered the house with tool boxes strung on his shoulders and black grime smeared all over him. Tossing his supplies onto the floor, he pitched a bag of money onto the counter, "5 pieces today." He exhaled and sat on a flimsy chair set in one of the corners. "That's better than yesterday's 4 piece day." Erlin squealed happily, pecking him with a brief kiss. "This king of ours hoards everything!" Rawlin exclaimed, slamming a fist into the counter. Erlin and Rawndor passed each other happy glances. "What do we do with kings like that?" Erlin hissed, facing Rawlin. Rawlin stuttered for a moment, putting a hand to his forehead, "We-- we overthrow, destroy, and tactically remove them from office." Erlin guided him into a soft chair, "And what are Eagles?" "Inferior beings with no purpose in Chima that must be disposed of." Rawlin chanted, his eyes beginning to roll in his head. Erlin leaned beside his ear, whispering, "Nolat." Rawlin's eyes slid shut as his body went limp, beginning his hypnosis session for the evening. We could need more! And you shall have it!
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We could need more! And you shall have it! Yay!
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Post by egorsmirnov on Feb 6, 2018 14:09:57 GMT
A clenched Eagle talon flung through Rawlin's beak, knocking him to the floor. "Half tweet." They mocked. The dazed raven child raised himself from the ground, glancing up at his persecutors. The Eagle brought another fist down on him but was stopped by Rawlin's own hand, squeezing the talon open. He twisted it and flung his left fist into the Eagle's chest, throwing him into the other birds. "Whoa, dude, chill out." An eagle protested. Rawlin grimaced, hissing, "Then leave me alone! I know who my parents are!" The hurt eagle rose from his position, chuckling, "And there's nothing you can do to change it. You're a disgrace to this Tribe." The white-feathered group sauntered away into a nearby building. Rawlin's white left arm had plagued him ever since birth. Both Ravens and Eagles pestered him endlessly about it. If only there was something he could do about it. Rawlin was an intelligent individual. His Eagle heritage gifted him with an acute mental sharpness that most Eagles lacked and no Raven ever possessed. His own cleverness delivered him from many a terrible situation. He excelled in school and surpassed all his Eagle schoolmates. He lived with the Raven Tribe but was educated at the Eagle Tribe. Even at home he couldn't find rest from pecking about his lineage. He refused to wear long sleeves to declare his security in his own ability. Rawlin stood and twisted his torso, releasing tensed areas of his back, "My goodness. Will they never stop?" He was glad school had ended for the day but did not look forward to reaching home. Resuming his course, he hoped no one else would stop him on the way to his speedor. Luckily, the citizens of the spire left him alone so he reached his speedor with ease. He reved it and sped toward the Raven HQ. "Identify yourself!" A Raven sentry demanded as Rawlin approached. "Rawlin!" The gate opened and Rawlin entered, coasting toward his home. As he rode through the streets, he glared up at the various Wings Row banners posted around the buildings. He thought to himself about all the corruption that gripped the streets, about the tyrannical monarchy reigning over this tribe that hoarded most all of the wealth, and the poor state at which everything existed. Presently, Rawlin parks his vehicle and passes into his parent's ragged apartment. "Well, hello, darling!" His mother, Erlin, greeted with a high pitch tone, giving him a quick hug. "Good evening, mother." He returned, hugging her back and sighing. "Please tell me those boys didn't bother you again?" Rawlin laughed, "Oh, yes mother. They left me alone." "How many times must I remind you that sarcasm is uneducated?" "Until you die." Rawlin grinned, fetching himself a glass of water. Rawlin's father, Rawndor, entered the house with tool boxes strung on his shoulders and black grime smeared all over him. Tossing his supplies onto the floor, he pitched a bag of money onto the counter, "5 pieces today." He exhaled and sat on a flimsy chair set in one of the corners. "That's better than yesterday's 4 piece day." Erlin squealed happily, pecking him with a brief kiss. "This king of ours hoards everything!" Rawlin exclaimed, slamming a fist into the counter. Erlin and Rawndor passed each other happy glances. "What do we do with kings like that?" Erlin hissed, facing Rawlin. Rawlin stuttered for a moment, putting a hand to his forehead, "We-- we overthrow, destroy, and tactically remove them from office." Erlin guided him into a soft chair, "And what are Eagles?" "Inferior beings with no purpose in Chima that must be disposed of." Rawlin chanted, his eyes beginning to roll in his head. Erlin leaned beside his ear, whispering, "Nolat." Rawlin's eyes slid shut as his body went limp, beginning his hypnosis session for the evening. This. Is. Amazing. I kinda want Gorbav to get involved, somehow.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 6, 2018 18:39:47 GMT
A clenched Eagle talon flung through Rawlin's beak, knocking him to the floor. "Half tweet." They mocked. The dazed raven child raised himself from the ground, glancing up at his persecutors. The Eagle brought another fist down on him but was stopped by Rawlin's own hand, squeezing the talon open. He twisted it and flung his left fist into the Eagle's chest, throwing him into the other birds. "Whoa, dude, chill out." An eagle protested. Rawlin grimaced, hissing, "Then leave me alone! I know who my parents are!" The hurt eagle rose from his position, chuckling, "And there's nothing you can do to change it. You're a disgrace to this Tribe." The white-feathered group sauntered away into a nearby building. Rawlin's white left arm had plagued him ever since birth. Both Ravens and Eagles pestered him endlessly about it. If only there was something he could do about it. Rawlin was an intelligent individual. His Eagle heritage gifted him with an acute mental sharpness that most Eagles lacked and no Raven ever possessed. His own cleverness delivered him from many a terrible situation. He excelled in school and surpassed all his Eagle schoolmates. He lived with the Raven Tribe but was educated at the Eagle Tribe. Even at home he couldn't find rest from pecking about his lineage. He refused to wear long sleeves to declare his security in his own ability. Rawlin stood and twisted his torso, releasing tensed areas of his back, "My goodness. Will they never stop?" He was glad school had ended for the day but did not look forward to reaching home. Resuming his course, he hoped no one else would stop him on the way to his speedor. Luckily, the citizens of the spire left him alone so he reached his speedor with ease. He reved it and sped toward the Raven HQ. "Identify yourself!" A Raven sentry demanded as Rawlin approached. "Rawlin!" The gate opened and Rawlin entered, coasting toward his home. As he rode through the streets, he glared up at the various Wings Row banners posted around the buildings. He thought to himself about all the corruption that gripped the streets, about the tyrannical monarchy reigning over this tribe that hoarded most all of the wealth, and the poor state at which everything existed. Presently, Rawlin parks his vehicle and passes into his parent's ragged apartment. "Well, hello, darling!" His mother, Erlin, greeted with a high pitch tone, giving him a quick hug. "Good evening, mother." He returned, hugging her back and sighing. "Please tell me those boys didn't bother you again?" Rawlin laughed, "Oh, yes mother. They left me alone." "How many times must I remind you that sarcasm is uneducated?" "Until you die." Rawlin grinned, fetching himself a glass of water. Rawlin's father, Rawndor, entered the house with tool boxes strung on his shoulders and black grime smeared all over him. Tossing his supplies onto the floor, he pitched a bag of money onto the counter, "5 pieces today." He exhaled and sat on a flimsy chair set in one of the corners. "That's better than yesterday's 4 piece day." Erlin squealed happily, pecking him with a brief kiss. "This king of ours hoards everything!" Rawlin exclaimed, slamming a fist into the counter. Erlin and Rawndor passed each other happy glances. "What do we do with kings like that?" Erlin hissed, facing Rawlin. Rawlin stuttered for a moment, putting a hand to his forehead, "We-- we overthrow, destroy, and tactically remove them from office." Erlin guided him into a soft chair, "And what are Eagles?" "Inferior beings with no purpose in Chima that must be disposed of." Rawlin chanted, his eyes beginning to roll in his head. Erlin leaned beside his ear, whispering, "Nolat." Rawlin's eyes slid shut as his body went limp, beginning his hypnosis session for the evening. This. Is. Amazing. I kinda want Gorbav to get involved, somehow. And possibly Razic and Rica, unless something contradics something then what type of story is this and when does this take place?
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Post by The J on Feb 8, 2018 4:02:42 GMT
Another RP tie-in? I should add this to the story timeline on the wiki. When does this one take place?
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Post by Torahvision on Feb 8, 2018 21:55:28 GMT
Another RP tie-in? I should add this to the story timeline on the wiki. When does this one take place? Before Wing's Row Monarchy's take down. Pretty much before most of the RP,
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Post by Torahvision on Feb 9, 2018 15:15:43 GMT
A sharp rap on the door awoke Rawlin from his slumber. Sitting up on his bed, he brushed his eyes real quickly, drawing his attention to his white arm. Scowling, Rawlin stood up and opened the door, "Yes?" A Raven dressed in the Wing's Row Monarchy outfit greeted him, "Hellaw, Rawlin. I am Rindole. A delegate of King Rawzome. I heard you have been making statements considered treacherous to the Wing's Row Monarchy. Are these allegations correct?" Rawlin cleared his throat, "I have only spoken within my guaranteed rights." "Naturally." Rindole glanced over a sheet in his hand, "It says also that you have made threats regarding the Royal Family. Is this correct?" "No." "Are you aware that King Rawzome and his son, Prince Razar were murdered last night?" Rawlin's eyes bulged in surprise, "What?! Who did it?" "Witnesses state that a Raven and Eagle fled the scene of the crime." Perplexed, Rawlin turned away from Rindole and raced into his living room, "Mother!? Father!?" To his astonishment, no one answered. Rindole entered and followed Rawlin into the house. "That's what I figured." He muttered to himself. Rawlin faced Rindole. "I had nothing to do with this." "Sure, sure, sure. Do you realize how many times I hear that in a day? Come on. Come with me," Rindole pulled a set of handcuffs from behind him. In a sharp, decisive move, Rawlin lunged over to a set of Snypaxs and fired two shots into Rindole, dropping him to the floor. Overcome by fear and adrenaline, Rawlin quickly strapped the double holster to his waist. "Hey! That sounded like a gunshot!" A voice shouted from outside. Drawing the second Snypax from the holster, Rawlin pointed both barrels at the doorway. Two Raven guards burst in the room but fell to the ground a moment later from Rawlin's blasts. Rawlin raced out the doorway, aiming to reach his speedor. He smashed through his apartment's garage, found the speedor, and plugged an orb of chi into the port. He sped out onto the road, glancing behind him. Six Royal Raven Speedors locked onto him in pursuit. "Halt, in the name of the King!" A raven shouted. In response, Rawlin fired back at them.
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Post by The J on Feb 11, 2018 23:42:31 GMT
Another RP tie-in? I should add this to the story timeline on the wiki. When does this one take place? Before Wing's Row Monarchy's take down. Pretty much before most of the RP, So when does the beginning of the story start? Like, __—3 BR?
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Post by Torahvision on Feb 11, 2018 23:45:45 GMT
Before Wing's Row Monarchy's take down. Pretty much before most of the RP, So when does the beginning of the story start? Like, __—3 BR? Well, I'm not that familiar w/ our RP timeline set up so, could u explain that real quick?
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Post by The J on Feb 12, 2018 2:50:39 GMT
So when does the beginning of the story start? Like, __—3 BR? Well, I'm not that familiar w/ our RP timeline set up so, could u explain that real quick? Well there are 4 eras, before and after the RP (the RP itself is a floating timeline in which year-spanning events are considered to be within one year in the main timeline). The eras are: • Old Era— 30+ years BR (Before Roleplay) • Pre-RP Era— 20-1 BR ~Chima Roleplay~ • Post-RP Era— 1-20+ AR (After Roleplay) • Legacy Era— 30+ AR I have a chart on the Chima Stories page of the wiki showing the timeline placement of the stories we've written thus far.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 13, 2018 21:33:16 GMT
Well, I'm not that familiar w/ our RP timeline set up so, could u explain that real quick? Well there are 4 eras, before and after the RP (the RP itself is a floating timeline in which year-spanning events are considered to be within one year in the main timeline). The eras are: • Old Era— 30+ years BR (Before Roleplay) • Pre-RP Era— 20-1 BR ~Chima Roleplay~ • Post-RP Era— 1-20+ AR (After Roleplay) • Legacy Era— 30+ AR I have a chart on the Chima Stories page of the wiki showing the timeline placement of the stories we've written thus far. Your forgetting Alternative Universe storys like The One Free Man.
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Post by The J on Feb 18, 2018 3:34:52 GMT
Well there are 4 eras, before and after the RP (the RP itself is a floating timeline in which year-spanning events are considered to be within one year in the main timeline). The eras are: • Old Era— 30+ years BR (Before Roleplay) • Pre-RP Era— 20-1 BR ~Chima Roleplay~ • Post-RP Era— 1-20+ AR (After Roleplay) • Legacy Era— 30+ AR I have a chart on the Chima Stories page of the wiki showing the timeline placement of the stories we've written thus far. Your forgetting Alternative Universe storys like The One Free Man. That's a completely different timeline.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 18, 2018 13:06:22 GMT
Your forgetting Alternative Universe storys like The One Free Man. That's a completely different timeline. Well can they count too?
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