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Earth has a sister planet known as Somberlun. During eclipses, in the presence of specific crystal formations, gateways open from one world to the other. Animals and humans have been falling through these gates throughout history and prehistory. As a result, Somberlun is inhabited by many species and cultures now extinct on Earth. They have dinosaurs as well as other prehistoric creatures, Neanderthals, Atlanteans, Mayans, Incas, Templar Knights and even Nazis.

Whenever someone comes through a gate from Earth, an energy is released that affects fertile females within several miles. They become pregnant with an offspring between themselves and the nearest living animal to them. Thus, if a fertile woman is riding a fertile mare, the mare becomes pregnant with a centaur, the woman with a horse-headed human. As a result there are many cross-bred species on Somberlun.

Crossovers from Somberlun to Earth are rare, but crossovers from Earth to Somberlun are common. This is because time travels twelve times faster on Earth than Somberlun. Crosses from Earth are called “Entries,” and are valued for their knowledge and possessions which are always more advanced than those of anyone on Somberlun. However, the energy fields of Somberlun do not allow electronics to function, so nothing from light bulbs to computers will work.

Some Somberlunians have learned to use these energies to harness the elements around them: earth, air, fire, water and life. Through proper manipulation of energy they can perform the equivalents of magical spells which can grow in power depending on the effort and materials invested to do so.

These energies are put off by a material known as Etherium: a metal with a negative weight. Thanks to this metal there are vast floating islands in the sky, and the logs of certain trees can be used to build flying ships. Naturally Etherium is a major element in making magical swords and other weapons, and the branches of the goldenwood tree are used for wands and staves.

Somberlun revolves around three suns revolving around a central axis: the red sun Caratis, the blue sun Baolis and the yellow sun Cassius. There are four moons, but with three suns, eclipses are very rare so there are rarely transfers from Somberlun back to Earth.

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For this roleplay, please use complete sentences and paragraphs with at least three paragraphs per post. Let us know where you are, who you are, what you are and what you are feeling. For your first post, please list the following:

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Unless the content of your post will clarify these descriptions on its own. For following posts, please make sure we at least know who the post is about.

The first rp post in the series will leave open the possibility either to be a new Entry from Earth, or any character native to the world of Somberlun. Please take note of the Somberlun FAQ thread under Extra Pages, which will answer questions about the planet and everything in it as they arise.

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CORELLUS
Name: Corellus
Age: Earth Equivalent, 34 years
Gender : Male
Species: Minotaur
Occupation: Traveling Mage Knight
Education/training: equal to 4-year college Liberal Arts and Sciences degree, mastery of Fire magics and Life magics plus training in diplomacy, healing arts, weaponsmithing and combat
Likes/dislikes: Likes peaceful meadows, classical music, young children. Dislikes: War, famine, disease and death
Skills and abilities: expert medic, diplomat, warrior with battleaxe, sword, bow, knife and shield, wizard using battleaxe as his staff
Personality: Obi Wan Kenobi would be proud of his calm wisdom
Background: Raised on Somberlun by his Minotaur clan to be a keeper of the peace, a travelling healer and agent of the Clan Lord and Lady.


Dawn came with the red sun Caratis this morning, followed swiftly by the blue sun, Baolis. Corellus meditated on the rise of the two, but did not wait for the yellow sun Cassius to follow after them later. Next dawn it would be a different pattern, but always it brought a wondrous beauty to the land. He stood and raised his battleaxe in salute to the heavens, then strode down the hill.

At the bottom he came to a spring running through the light woods, and saw four large raptors saddled, harnessed and muzzled, and ridden by cat people carrying spears and bows. The raptors were drinking at the spring, and he easily picked out a gray and black striped figure on the back of one raptor and raised his axe again in salute.

“Good meeting, friend Spencer of Wardholm. How goes the morning hunt?”

Spencer waved back once, but growled at the question. “Morning it is, but we have naught to show for the night’s efforts. Neither deer nor stompers nor any other creature worthy of our weapons presented themselves this night. Methinks these woods to be overhunted: further afield we shall go tonight.

“And what of your efforts, Traveller? Found some wayward dryad to lead home, or one of the horse people lost in the woods? I should think not.”

Corellus bowed. “You have judged well, Spencer. None have needed my succor this night. I shall make my way to Acton’s Bend, following this stream, and see if there are aught in need at that abode. Sorry to hear of your boring and fruitless excursion; may nightfall tonight grant you a swift race and kill.”

Spencer nodded. “I would say sorry to you for the same, but I know you prefer the peaceful evenings. With excitement comes people in pain, and you care for that naught.”

“You speak true, my friend. I shall catch up with you another time.”

And thus they parted ways, Corellus heading downstream as they went up.

He had not gone far when a thunderclap resounded from the woods ahead of him and to his right. He turned to look, and observed a fast moving, rolling cloud of colored lights flowing towards him. It was as if there had been some great explosion in the woods. He had never witnessed the arrival of Entries before, but what else could this be? He gasped and raised his axe yet again, this time chanting:

“Cumulus illuminati, benevidus est. Meum apparati benedictus. Ignice llameas e vidat meum.”

[ pseudo-Latin: *Brilliant cloud, you are welcome. Bless my tools and weapons. Ignite the flames and life force within me* ]

The cloud struck him with almost physical force, knocking him a couple of steps back as he waved the axe in great circles. The head ignited in red and green fire as he spun it, and the flames played over his entire figure.

And then the cloud moved on, a great expanding circle on the landscape. Gradually the flames on his body and weapon died down. Corellus wasted no time, hustling towards the center of its flow.

He thought of the mounted cat people and cringed. If there were any fertile females among them or their steeds, the babies born in a few months would be frightful indeed. Half lizard, half cat, either human sized and lizard faced yet covered in fur, or the size of the steeds (as big as a horse), with lizard feet and tail and front cat’s claws and face. At least, that was his prediction. Maybe they would have been fortunate and had no fertile females among them.

Corellus rechecked his bearings as his path took him uphill and away from the stream. Overhead and in the distance he could see half a dozen human-sized winged flyers coming this way. It was too far away to tell if they were bird people or land beings flying in floating harnesses. Either way, they could be beneficent or rapacious: coming to help or coming to rob the newcomers whose arrival had precipitated the cloud.

He reached the ridge and suddenly saw what lay ahead of him. It was not what he had expected. He was expecting a scattering of humans, lost and bewildered yet carrying some new high tech gadgets worth many coins and dressed in strange outfits. What he saw was a great metal box on wheels, high-centered on a small ridge. The box had windows in its top part, and was covered in magical runes. Only thanks to his most recent training was he able to decipher some of the words: “Ride the KC Metro,” “Channel 4 News with Bill Burke,” and “2019 Superbowl Champions!”

Wishing to appear less fearsome, Corellus quickly strapped the axe to his back with the blade down and out of sight. He walked slowly towards the box with his hands out and down, spread in a gesture of friendship.

Through the tinted windows he could barely make out several people, some of whom had seen him and now were becoming highly agitated. It looked as if they were exiting the box from a door on the other side, so he walked around to reach it. He was greeted by a dozen terrorized people, as strangely dressed as he had expected. But it wasn’t their clothes that gave him pause. To his senses, these people exuded non-magic or perhaps even anti magic as if it steamed off of them. He was quite certain no spells would work on them, either for healing or attack. He had never seen this before in his world. How was it possible?

“Good god, what is it?”

“Is that a minotaur? Don’t they live in mazes and eat people?”

“Back, you horrid beast, or I’ll give ya what for!”

The last was from a man in a blue uniform, waving a bat at him. The words were unfamiliar to Corellus, but Corellus’ axe and the man’s actions translated for him. Corellus sighed. This might be more difficult than he had thought. At least the staff could translate some of the language of new entries from the scrolls of young elders which were circulated amongst the mage knights.

„Gute Menschen auf der Erde: Willkommen in Somberlun, der Welt Ihres Mondschattens. Ist einer von Ihnen verletzt oder braucht er medizinische Hilfe? “


[ German: *“Good people of Earth: welcome to Somberlun, the world of your moonshadow. Are any of you injured or need medical assistance?”*]



(Open for rp, from Earth humans or any locals arriving to check out the Entries…)
 
Name: Dorian Blackwood



Age: 27

Gender: Male

Species: Human

Occupation: Artificer/Spell Warden

Education/training: Artifice, Smithing, Alchemy, Enchanting, Melee Combat (Swords), Marksmanship (Rifles), Runecraft, Golemancy

Likes/dislikes

Likes: Reading (Metallurgy, Fantasy, Scifi), Smithing, Tinkering, Inventing, Artifice, Drinking, Smoking, cooking, hitting on the Tavern Wenches and Feminine males, Testing his latest invention, Metallurgy

Dislikes: Bigots, Vegans, Unnecessary violence, High Elves (High and mighty pricks), Green food (Barring Green tea and absinthe)

Skills and abilities: Imbue Item (Caster can imbue magical effects permanently into an item). Magical Item Creation (Dorian has both the knowledge and skill to create magical items), Runecraft (Dorian can engrave runes to aid in enchanting/artifice for magical effects.) Marksmanship, Swordsmanship, Golem/Construct Creation

Personality: Dorian is a creative and inventive fellow, always has been since he was a boy. Be it with metal, or magical components, he was always working on a new piece of art as that is what he saw as each of his creations. Honorable, honest (bluntly so), and loyal to a fault to those whom he calls friend, there isn't anything he wouldn't do for the ones he cares about. Although, he can be devious, cunning, and wrathful towards those who evoke his ire.

Background: Dorian was born in Eagle River Alaska, to a carpenter and a vet. Both parents served in the army and instilled in Dorian a sense of national pride and civic duty. On his 10th birthday as he was out wandering the woods of his home, Dorian accidentally happened upon a gate. curious, he investigated and wound up in a world of fantasy. He soon quickly learned there was no escaped, and was later found and adopted by a lonely artificer. Luckily for Dorian, he had on him his book bag filled with his favorite stories and a book on metallurgy. For years he studied and adapted to his new life, creating works never seen before.

Gear

Warden's Bulwark: A specially crafted set of plate using both materials from his native world and of his current home. Lightweight and extremely durable, the plate is forged with a combination of Etherium alloyed with a special mix of metals that he keeps very tight lipped about. It is then layered with both Ceramics and Kevlar to help protect further from heat and ballistics. The suit is Engraved with a series of linked runes allowing the armour to "Move with the wearer" and enhance their strength, speed, and agility as if he were not encumbered, while sporting a number of protection enchantments to defend against hostile spells.
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Warden's Aegis: Like the Bulwark, the shield is made up of the same alloy and runes while sporting a holster for a custom made 1911.

Moon-shadow: Forged from a separate, yet equally secret alloy, this black blade is the bane of many whom had sought to harm him and his charges. Runed and enchanted with what many would call evil magics, the blade strikes fear into the hearts of many who taste it's edge. The hilt being carved from the horn of a black unicorn, and inlaid with blood rubies infused with the essence of life, this blade drinks the life of it's victims and nourishes it's master.
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This Machine: Hand forged and inlaid with runes to both silence and enhance the speed of the rounds, this semi-auto rifle is the bane of all Nazi's on this world. on the stock the words "This Machine kills Nazis" is crudely carved.
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Dorian had spent most of the night engraving his latest innovation in plate armour, as the suns began to peak over the horizon, pushing back the night and ushering forth the day. With a final stroke of the the enchanter's pen, the runes glowed brilliantly before dimming. Smiling, Dorian marveled at the months of toil and long nights of hard study before him. Wasting no time, the Artificer quickly began to don the bulky plate.

After several minutes of adjusting straps, and getting a feel for the fit, Dorian could feel the power of the enchantments easing his range of motion. Like he designed it, the armour felt like a second skin and moved with him. He was about to put it through it's paces when he heard an explosion in the woods to the east of his position. Hefting his shield, the Warden spotted the rolling cloud of coloured lights and already knew what was happening. In a flash of movement, the armoured figure bolted in the direction of the new arrivals of this world. It was his job to safeguard both them if they were peaceful, or the peoples of this world if they were hostile.

Trees and foliage blurred passed him, as he sprinted, snapping off branches and trampling bushes that were in the way. Within minutes he was at the site, and spotted a familiar and friendly bull. A small smile graced his face beneath the visor, before quickly falling when he saw one of the newcomers came towards the Minotaur. Stepping forward, Dorian called out towards his friend. "Oi, Corellius, I'll handle this. These humans don't speak German." He said approaching the man. Lifting his visor to show he was human, Dorian began to speak his native tongue, American English. "Sir, I would suggest you cease your hostilities. I understand you and your friends are confused, and scared but all will be explained. Trust me, i'm from Alaska. Been here seventeen years. So please put down the bat, or i will be forced to subdue you."
 
Corellus breathed a sigh of relief as the approaching armored man spoke up, and he recognized his good friend and fellow peacekeeper.

“Warden Blackwood! A pleasure to see you, though under all that armor, at first I knew not who you were.

“You speak their language, I see. Permit me to ‘piggyback,’ as I believe you would call it…”

With a quick utterance in pseudo Latin, Corellus cast a spell to understand the Warden’s language and thus that of the Entries. There was a momentary lurch in the magic field: perhaps the wards on the new armor did not at once recognize that the spell was harmless to their wearer and for a moment sought to prevent it. But then it went through, and Corellus heard and understood clearly those who were speaking this new Entry language called English.

The man with the bat turned back and forth, obviously scared of both of them.

“That thing’s a monster! How do we know he won’t eat us?”

Corellus snorted. “I’m a vegetarian, sir. You have naught to fear from me.”

Perhaps because of Blackwood’s threat, or perhaps because of Corellus’ reassurance now in English, the man lowered the bat. Corellus was careful not to approach and scare the man any further.

“So: who are you, and what are you doing here? How did we get from the Kansas City Plaza to this place, out in the woods?”

Even as the man was asking, Corellu was keeping an eye on the flying figures which were approaching swiftly. As one of the figures soared a bit higher, Corellus caught the flash of red, white and black under each wing that told him his fears were confirmed.

“Ladies and gentlemen: please take shelter in your box! If you stay out here, you will be in great danger!”

The figures he was seeing were humans carrying crossbows, suspended in flying harnesses, and on the underside of each wing was a swastika.
 
Entries
(Please note: all characters active in this post are adoptable, and will be played as NPC’s until such time as they are picked up. Players may also choose to create original characters either from Somberlun or who crossed over in the bus or previously.)

Name Erica Savitch
Age 33
Gender Female
Species African American Human
Looks like Whoopi Goldberg
Occupation Nursing
Education/training A Registered Nurse with twelve years education and training
Likes/dislikes Likes: children, R&B music, making a difference at work, a good man in uniform
Dislikes: racist bigots, bullies, gang bangers, pushers, pimps: anyone who makes it their business to hurt others
Skills and abilities Nursing, leadership, dancing
Personality Self assured, calm, practical, determined
Background First-born child, her father was a soldier killed when she was three. Her mother had many boyfriends, and children Erica helped raise.
She faced challenges and discrimination, but went from caring for brothers and sisters to treating the sick and wounded as Head nurse in the Emergency room.


Name Colleen Wash
Age 27
Gender Female
Species Caucasian Human (Nordic: blonde & blue eyed)
Looks like Amanda Seyfried
Occupation Nursing
Education/training LPN with six years training and education
Likes/dislikes Loved her father who fell ill, needed her constant care: enjoys romance novels, music, dancing, has a thing for bad boys
Dislikes: callous men, drunkards
Skills and abilities Nursing, dancing, singing
Personality Shy and retiring, yet curious and fearless. Stronger than anyone around her thinks, and more capable than they know.
Background An only child, her parents divorced when she was twelve and she stayed with her father who became ill with lung cancer from smoking.
She became his nurse and went on to study nursing when he passed away. She has worked for Erica for three years.


Name “Hank” Eastman
Age 25
Gender Male
Species Caucasian Human
Looks like a young Brad Pitt
Occupation Call center agent, collections
Education/training Grew up on a ranch, learned horseriding and cattle driving, basic survival Skills, plus pistol and rifle.
Likes/dislikes Likes: Ladies, horses, western music and clothes
Skills and abilities horseriding, cattle driving, basic survival, pistol and rifle
Personality laid back, a ladies man, chivalrous but sexist
Background Mom and Dad ran a ranch, had him and a sister learn the life and skills of a ranch hand.


Name “Jolly Jack” Henson
Age 56
Gender Male
Species African American Human
Looks like Danny Glover
Occupation Bus Driver
Education/training High school, CDL license
Likes/dislikes Baseball, large trucks
Skills and abilities Driving large vehicles
Personality Jovial and friendly unless threatened
Background


Name Greta Lewis
Age 35
Gender Female
Species Caucasian Human
Looks like Geena Davis
Occupation Cowgirl, calf roping
Education/training High School and ranching
Likes/dislikes Likes competitions, proving herself, playing country music on her guitar
Dislikes: sexist jerks, city slickers
Skills and abilities Riding, roping, playing guitar
Personality Friendly until imposed upon
Background


Name Carlos Espinoza
Age 20
Gender Male
Species Latino Human
Occupation College student
Education/training Psychology, Liberal Arts & Sciences
Likes/dislikes
Skills and abilities
Personality Curious, friendly and outgoing
Background Just coming home on the bus with Diane, with whom he went to the Theater to see “Blythe Spirits”


Name Diane West
Age 19
Gender Female
Species Caucasian Human
Occupation Dance and college student
Education/training High school, gymnastics, modern dance
Likes/dislikes
Skills and abilities
Personality Usually shy, but also curious and adventurous
Background Was just on a date to the theater with Carlos


Name Lisa McDonnell
Age 28
Gender Female
Species Caucasian Human
Occupation Secretary, law firm
Education/training secretarial courses
Likes/dislikes likes bad boys
Skills and abilities
Personality tends to sleep around
Background good friends with her boss, Sarah


Name Sarah Laughlin
Age 43
Gender Female
Species Caucasian Human
Occupation Administrative Assistant, Lisa’s law firm
Education/training Executive secretarial
Likes/dislikes
Skills and abilities
Personality very practical and professional
Background


Name Todd Bascombe
Age 15
Gender Male
Species Caucasian Human
Looks like young Christian Slater
Occupation High School Student
Education/training basic education, college-level chemistry and biochemistry
Likes/dislikes Likes skateboarding, playing “Knight’s Quest” on his computer,
Developing an interest in girls, his chemistry teacher
Skills and abilities
Personality Adventurous, inquisitive
Background

[“Ladies and gentlemen: please take shelter in your box! If you stay out here, you will be in great danger!”]

Erica, an African American lady in her thirties and dressed stylishly for the bars, looked up to see what had startled the minotaur and was amazed to see flying people in the distance. She couldn’t make out the markings on the wings just yet, but she recognized crossbows. She spoke to her coworker, a younger blonde lady also dressed up for a night on the town.

“Colleen, let’s get everyone back inside. It looks like a fight is coming, and we don’t want to be caught in the middle.”

Colleen nodded and spoke to the people who had gotten off the bus. “Everybody, let’s please do as the bull said and get back on the bus. I think he knows what he is talking about.”

“Now, just a minute!” interrupted Hank, 25, dressed in boots, Levis and a denim jacket: “Who died and made you two bosses?” He was used to getting bossed around by plenty of guys on the ranch, but these two ladies getting on their high horses just galled him.

Erica sighed in exasperation and drew out her hospital ID card. “Five years as head nurse, emergency room, St Joseph’s. You got better credentials, pop ‘em out now.”

Hank gulped and raised his hands defensively. “Okay, point taken. I’ll follow your lead.”

Greta snorted in derision. Hank turned to see a stunning brunette in her mid thirties standing there in polished boots, designer jeans and a denim vest over a western shirt. Just the kind of lady he would have loved to approach in a bar, bought a drink for and sweet-talked all night, but she apparently had a bad attitude. He frowned. “What?”

Greta eyeballed him. “That what it takes for you to respect a woman’s opinion? A badge?”

Hank stammered. “Well, no: I just thought mebbe we should pick a leader if we wanted to…”

Jolly Jack slapped Hank on the back. “As the bus driver, I could assume leadership. But the lady’s got me convinced.” He shouldered his bat, stepped up the stairs and settled into the driver’s seat. “Come on, folks! We don’t got all day!”

Carlos nodded. He was eighteen, sharply dressed for a night at the theater. “Come on, Diane: let’s stay safe.” He reached out for his date’s hand.

Diane, seventeen and wearing a gown and high heels, shivered and grabbed Carlos’ hand. “I’m right there with you. No arrows for me, thanks!”

Sarah, mid 40’s and dressed professionally for the office and wearing sensible shoes, sighed and turned to her coworker Lisa, dressed in a tight blouse and skirt and high heels.

“Come on, Lisa. They’re carrying crossbows, not briefcases. I doubt they’re here for a legal deposition.”

Lisa nodded. “No, I’d think not. Let’s go.” She flashed a quick smile at Hank as she stepped up into the bus.

Todd wasn’t the last back because he was slow. He was checking out the scene. Fifteen, dressed for school in black jeans, a Star Wars t-shirt and leather jacket, carrying a backpack and a skateboard, he was stunned by everything around him. His greatest focus was on Corellus. He was amazed by the huge creature, nine feet tall, and his awesome battleaxe. But he also spared a glance or two at Dorian. “Just like my character in Knight’s Quest,” he thought to himself.

But he also took note of the flying men and their weapons, and beat a retreat to the bus.
 

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