Lady Salina's Stories

Salina had always been a wanderer, her restless spirit driving her to explore the vast lands of Britannia. She roamed through forests and across meadows, her feet carrying her wherever her curiosity led. But one fateful day, her journey took an unexpected turn.

As she ventured deeper into the heart of the realm, Salina stumbled upon a strange energy field shimmering with an otherworldly glow. Intrigued, she approached cautiously, her senses tingling with both excitement and apprehension. Little did she know that this energy field was the creation of Lord Mark, a powerful sorcerer who reveled in playing with the lives of those who dared to cross his path.

As Salina stepped closer, the energy field suddenly pulsed and expanded, trapping her within its shimmering confines. Panic surged through her veins as she realized she was ensnared, her movements futile against the invisible barrier that held her captive.

From the shadows emerged Lord Mark, a sinister grin twisting his features as he gazed upon his latest prey. He circled Salina like a predator, his dark eyes gleaming with amusement at her predicament.

“Why have you trespassed upon my domain, wanderer?” he sneered, his voice laced with malice.

Salina swallowed hard, her fear mingling with defiance as she met Lord Mark’s gaze. “I meant no harm,” she replied, her voice steady despite the tremble in her limbs. “I am but a traveler, seeking adventure and knowledge.”

Lord Mark chuckled darkly, his amusement turning into something more sinister. “Ah, but you see, dear Salina, you have stumbled into the domain of the Undead Lords, and here, we do not take kindly to intruders.”

With a wave of his hand, Lord Mark conjured dark tendrils of energy that snaked their way towards Salina, wrapping around her limbs like shackles. She struggled against their grip, but they held her fast, binding her in place before the malevolent sorcerer.

“You have two choices, wanderer,” Lord Mark intoned, his voice dripping with cruelty. “Submit to my will and join the ranks of the Undead Lords, or face a fate far worse than death.”

Salina’s heart pounded in her chest as she weighed her options, the realization dawning upon her that escape was impossible. She had wandered into a trap, and now she faced a decision that would seal her fate.

For what seemed like an eternity, Salina hesitated, torn between defiance and survival. But in the end, the fear of the unknown and the desperation to live outweighed her pride. With a heavy heart, she lowered her gaze and whispered her acceptance of Lord Mark’s offer.

A triumphant smile spread across Lord Mark’s face as he released Salina from the energy field, his dark laughter echoing through the forest. And as she followed him into the shadows, Salina knew that her life would never be the same again, bound to serve the whims of the Undead Lords for eternity.

Siege Perilous, Ultima Online, 2001

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In the realm of Darkfall, where shadows danced with the whispers of the dead and the air hung heavy with the scent of decay, Lady Salina stood as the unyielding scribe of the Unholy Wars. Her quill, stained with the blood of countless battles, moved with a grace as deadly as her sword. They called her the Scribe That Never Sleeps, for her words etched into parchment were as eternal as the darkness that enveloped their world.

At her side, Lord Kanien, the Arch Lich and Warlord, ruled with an iron will. His skeletal form draped in robes of darkness, he commanded legions of the undead with a mastery that inspired both fear and awe. Under his leadership, the Undead Lords rose to power, their ranks swelling with every victory as they marched across the blighted lands.

The Unholy Wars raged on, a symphony of death and destruction that echoed through the tortured landscape. From the ruins of fallen kingdoms to the desolate plains where the souls of the damned wandered, Lady Salina chronicled every triumph and tragedy with unwavering devotion.

In the heart of battle, Lord Kanien led his legions with a ferocity that shook the very foundations of the earth. With dark magic coursing through his veins, he unleashed devastation upon his foes, his undead warriors cutting a swath of destruction in their wake.

As the tide of war turned in their favor, Lady Salina’s quill danced across parchment, capturing the glory of their conquests for eternity. Each stroke of her pen immortalized the deeds of the Undead Lords, their names whispered in hushed tones by those who dared defy them.

But victory came at a cost, as the forces of darkness clashed with those who dared oppose them. Blood soaked the earth, staining it crimson as the cries of the fallen echoed into the abyss. Yet through it all, Lady Salina remained resolute, her pen never faltering as she recorded the price of their triumphs in ink and blood.

In the end, it was Lord Kanien who stood triumphant, his armies laying waste to all who stood in their path. With the lands of Darkfall firmly under their control, the Undead Lords reigned supreme, their dominion unchallenged by mortal or divine.

And as Lady Salina’s final words were etched into the annals of history, she knew that though the Unholy Wars had ended, their legacy would endure for eternity. For in the darkness of their victory, the Undead Lords had claimed not only the lands of the living but the very soul of Darkfall itself.

Darkfall Online, 2009

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Lady Salina’s silver aircraft descended gracefully through the thick, swirling sands of Arrakis, the desert planet known for its harsh conditions and unforgiving terrain. As the blazing sun beat down upon the metallic hull, Salina peered out of the cockpit, her emerald eyes scanning the vast expanse of sand dunes below.

Her mission was clear: to scout out all available paths for the successful habitation of Arrakis by the Undead Lords, beings who would incarnate in these lands in the not-too-distant future. These lords sought not just survival but prosperity, gathering souls to worship the most high in their eternal quest for power.

With a skilled hand, Lady Salina maneuvered her plane over the treacherous landscape, her heart pounding with anticipation. She knew the importance of her task, the weight of responsibility resting heavily upon her shoulders. For it was upon her findings that the fate of the Undead Lords’ venture would hinge.

As she soared above the shifting sands, Salina’s keen eyes detected subtle signs of life amidst the desolation. She noted the presence of hardy desert plants, their roots delving deep into the parched earth in search of sustenance. There were creatures too, adapted to the harsh environment, their sleek forms blending seamlessly with the golden sands.

Descending lower, Salina guided her plane towards a cluster of rocky outcrops, a potential site for habitation. Touching down gently, she stepped out onto the scorched ground, the heat radiating through the soles of her boots. She surveyed her surroundings, taking in the rugged beauty of the landscape.

The wind whispered secrets as it swept across the dunes, carrying with it the promise of new beginnings. Lady Salina felt a sense of awe wash over her, a profound appreciation for the raw power of nature in all its glory. This was a land of endless possibilities, a canvas upon which the Undead Lords would paint their destiny.

With each step, Salina mapped out the terrain, noting the best routes for travel and the most promising locations for settlement. She envisioned thriving communities rising from the sands, their inhabitants united in their devotion to the most high.

But even as she worked, a sense of foreboding gnawed at the edges of her consciousness. She knew that the journey ahead would not be easy, that challenges lay in wait for those who dared to tread upon the path of the Undead Lords. Yet she also knew that with determination and perseverance, anything was possible.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the desert in hues of fiery orange and deep purple, Lady Salina returned to her plane. With a sense of purpose burning bright within her heart, she took to the skies once more, her mind filled with visions of a future where the Undead Lords would reign supreme.

For on the desert planet of Arrakis, amidst the shifting sands and blazing sun, the stage was set for a grand adventure unlike any other. And Lady Salina would be there to guide the way, her spirit unyielding in the face of whatever challenges lay ahead.

Dune, The Awakening 2024

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In the heart of the ancient forest on the outskirts of Minoc, where the trees whispered secrets of times long past, Lady Salina, master of witchcraft, stood at the entrance of a hidden crypt. The air crackled with magic as she channeled the energies of the earth and stars, her dark robes billowing around her like a cloak of shadows. With determined grace, she raised her hands, fingers adorned with intricate runes, and began the incantation that would awaken the Sisters of the Undead Lords.

The crypt trembled as the ancient wards guarding its entrance yielded to Lady Salina’s command. Deep within the darkness, the restless spirits stirred, drawn forth by the call of the mistress of the night. From the depths of oblivion, they emerged, ethereal forms clad in tattered robes, their eyes burning with an otherworldly fire.

As the Sisters materialized, Lady Salina’s heart swelled with a mixture of pride and longing. These were not mere servants of darkness; they were her sisters in spirit, bound together by a bond forged in the crucible of ancient battles. Once, they had stood side by side, a formidable force feared and respected in all realms. Now, reunited by Lady Salina’s summoning, they would reclaim their rightful place among the powers of the world.

Beside her stood the Shadow Council, a group of enigmatic figures cloaked in mystery. With silent reverence, they channeled their arcane energies to augment Lady Salina’s power, weaving a tapestry of magic that enveloped the crypt in a shimmering veil.

As the Sisters gathered around their mistress, their spectral forms pulsated with newfound strength. With a nod from Lady Salina, they began to chant in unison, their voices echoing through the forest like a dirge of the damned. With each syllable, the air grew heavy with the weight of ancient magic, and the very earth seemed to tremble in response.

In the heart of the crypt, a rift began to form, a swirling vortex of darkness tinged with the faint glow of distant stars. From its depths emerged the Undead Lords, ancient beings of unimaginable power, their presence sending shivers down the spine of even the bravest soul.

With a triumphant smile, Lady Salina stepped forward to greet them, her eyes ablaze with defiance and determination. No longer would they be mere shadows of their former selves; together, they would rise to reclaim their rightful place as rulers of the realms.

And as the Undead Lords joined their ranks, a sense of awe swept over the assembled company. For in that moment, they were no longer individuals, but a single entity, bound together by the threads of destiny and fate. With their combined might, they would reshape the world in their image, a force to be reckoned with in any realm they chose to descend upon.

As the echoes of the summoning faded into the night, Lady Salina and her sisters stood united, their hearts and souls intertwined in a bond that transcended time and space. And as they gazed out into the darkness, they knew that together, they would conquer all who dared to oppose them, for theirs was a power that could not be denied.

Lady Salina stood in the dimly lit chamber of the pyramid of the Ancients on Arrakis, her gaze fixed on the intricate hieroglyphs adorning the walls. The air was thick with ancient secrets and the weight of history. Beside her, Lord Van Zant held a torch, its flickering flame casting eerie shadows across the stone carvings.

As they studied the glyphs, a stir echoed through the chamber. Lady Indaree emerged from her crypt, her eyes adjusting to the light after centuries of slumber. Behind her, Lord Buliwyk followed, his movements slow and deliberate as he awakened from his long rest. Both bore the confusion of amnesia, their memories lost to the passage of time.

Lady Salina and Lord Van Zant approached the newcomers, their faces solemn with purpose. “Welcome, Lady Indaree, Lord Buliwyk,” Salina greeted them. “You have been chosen to join us in a quest of great importance.”

Indaree frowned, her brow furrowing in confusion. “What quest? Where are we?”

“We are in the heart of Arrakis, surrounded by the remnants of the Ancients,” Van Zant explained, gesturing to the surrounding chamber. “But our world has changed since our slumber. The old ways no longer suffice.”

Salina nodded in agreement. “We must adapt to survive. The world outside is populated by mouth-breathing sleepers, unaware of our existence. To conquer them, we must first blend in, amassing our numbers before we strike.”

Indaree and Buliwyk exchanged uncertain glances, their minds struggling to grasp the enormity of the task ahead. “But how do we blend in?” Broki asked, his voice tinged with doubt.

Salina’s eyes gleamed with determination. “We must learn their ways, their customs, and their weaknesses. Only then can we move among them unnoticed, biding our time until the moment is right to reveal our true power.”

Van Zant raised his torch higher, illuminating the walls adorned with hieroglyphs depicting scenes of ancient battles and triumphs. “The Ancients left us clues, teachings passed down through the ages,” he said. “We must heed their wisdom if we are to succeed.”

With renewed purpose, the group set out to decipher the ancient texts, their minds focused on the daunting task ahead. They studied the ways of the sleepers, learning to mimic their mannerisms and speech patterns. Each day brought new challenges, but they persevered, driven by the knowledge that their survival depended on their ability to adapt.

As weeks turned into months, Lady Salina and Lord Van Zant watched with pride as Lady Indaree and Lord Buliwyk grew accustomed to their new identities. They moved among the sleepers with ease, their true nature hidden beneath a veil of deception.

And so, in the shadows of the pyramid of the Ancients, the four risen Immortals stood united in purpose and determination. Together, they would infiltrate the world of the sleepers, preparing for the day when the others would rise up, combining their powers and claim their rightful place as rulers of Arrakis.

In the year 2004, a strange and ominous event unfolded in the bustling metropolis of Paragon City. Myrkul, a deity of the undead, stirred from his slumber and summoned forth a small band of powerful Undead Lords to incarnate in this new realm. Among them were Lord Donar, Lord Orgun, Lord Rodcet, and Lady Salina, ancient beings reborn into forms suited to this unfamiliar world.

Awakening to their new existence, the Undead Lords wasted no time in seeking out missions to strengthen themselves and hone their newfound powers. Paragon City, with its abundance of heroes and villains, provided ample opportunities for them to test their abilities and rise in strength. As they mastered their skills, they began to strike fear into the hearts of mortal men and women who dared to cross their paths.

Their reputation as formidable foes spread quickly throughout the city, with tales of their dark powers and unyielding resolve striking fear into the hearts of many. Those who were unfortunate enough to face them in battle often met a swift and merciless end, their life force drained away to feed the insatiable hunger of the Undead Lords.

Yet amidst the chaos and destruction they wrought, there were those who saw opportunity in aligning themselves with these powerful beings. Some mortals, drawn to the promise of immortality and power, willingly offered themselves as servants to the Undead Lords, eager to bask in their dark glory.

As the Undead Lords grew in strength and influence, they began to set their sights on even greater ambitions. No longer content with merely terrorizing the denizens of Paragon City, they sought to establish themselves as rulers of this realm, bending it to their will and spreading their dominion far and wide.

But just as their power seemed to reach its zenith, a call from beyond the mortal realm beckoned them once more. The Ancient Knights, their kin from ages past, summoned them to return and stand alongside them in the eternal struggle between light and darkness.

With their mission in Paragon City complete, the Undead Lords bid farewell to the realm they had briefly called home and prepared to embark on a new chapter in their immortal existence. As they faded into the shadows, their legacy lingered on, a dark reminder of the power that lurked beneath the surface of the world. And though they had departed, their presence would not be forgotten, for legends of their deeds would echo throughout the ages, inspiring fear and awe in equal measure.

City of Heroes, 2004

GodLike. The Beginnings.

In the shifting sands of Arrakis, where the whispers of the desert wind carry tales of ancient power and long-forgotten gods, a chosen few were granted the divine gift by Myrkul himself. These mortals, blessed with the essence of deities, walked amongst the sleepers of the barren planet, their powers reigning supreme in the open world.

Underneath the scorching sun, the chosen ones strode confidently, their shadows elongating across the dunes like ominous heralds of impending doom. They were not alone. Familiars, creatures lurking in the shadows, trailed behind them, ready to heed their every command. With a mere thought, they could summon forth the denizens of darkness—wraiths, skeletons, and liches—to do their bidding.

In this harsh and unforgiving land, caves offered shelter from the relentless storms that ravaged the surface. But the chosen ones did not seek refuge in the depths of the earth; instead, they thrived in the sunlight, breathing in the intoxicating spice that permeated the very air of Arrakis.

Their powers knew no bounds. With a flick of their fingers, they could shape the sands, bending them to their will like obedient servants. Mountains rose and fell at their command, and rivers of molten lava snaked through the desert, a testament to their unrivaled might.

But it was not just the elements that bowed before them. The creatures of the desert, long accustomed to surviving in the harshest of environments, now trembled in fear at the sight of these godlike beings. The sandworms, once the undisputed rulers of Arrakis, now dared not cross the paths of the chosen ones, lest they incur their wrath.

And so, the chosen ones strode across the desolate landscape, their footsteps echoing like thunder in the silence of the desert. They were not conquerors, nor were they saviors. They were something far more powerful—gods among mortals, wielding the might of Myrkul himself.

But power, as always, came with a price. The whispers of the desert spoke of a darkness that lurked beneath the surface, a force that even the chosen ones could not fully comprehend. And with each passing day, the line between god and monster blurred ever further, until it became impossible to tell where one ended and the other began.

Yet still, they pressed on, driven by a hunger for power that could never be sated. For in the endless expanse of Arrakis, there were always new lands to conquer, new challenges to overcome. And as long as the spice flowed through their veins, they would continue to walk amongst the sleepers of the desert, their powers unmatched, their dominion absolute.

In the heart of the underworld, where shadows dance and whispers echo through the abyss, reigns the Dark Inquisitor, a figure cloaked in darkness and wielding the power of the arcane. He oversees the realm of low dimensional souls, where entities of myriad forms thrive in the depths.

With him stand the Sentinels, his trusted aides, each bearing a name that resonates with ancient power. Together, they preside over the fate of every soul that wanders the cavernous expanse. It is they who decide who shall ascend and who shall remain in the depths, forever lost to the void.

But theirs is not a mere role of judgment; they are alchemists of the soul, masters of transformation. With their power, they grant the denizens of the underworld the ability to shape-shift, to take on the forms of mortal beings that populate new worlds. It is through this metamorphosis that they gain the opportunity to evolve, to transcend their primal existence and ascend to godhood.

Their sights are set on the desert planet of Arrakis, a realm of harsh sands and unforgiving winds, where mortals tread cautiously under the watchful gaze of the divine. In the name of the most High, Myrkul, they seek to bestow upon the cave dwellers the means to ascend, to rise above their limitations and become beings worthy of divine reverence.

As they weave their alchemical spells, the souls of the underworld undergo a profound transformation. No longer bound by their primal forms, they emerge anew, clad in mortal flesh and bearing the spark of divinity within them. With each transformation, they grow closer to their ultimate goal: to become Godlike, to wield power beyond mortal comprehension, and to shape the destiny of worlds.

But such power comes with a price, for the path to godhood is fraught with peril. Many who seek to ascend fall prey to their own hubris, consumed by the very power they sought to wield. Yet for those who persevere, who embrace the trials set before them, the rewards are beyond measure.

And so, under the watchful eye of the Dark Inquisitor and his Sentinels, the souls of the underworld embark on their quest for divinity. With each step they take, they draw closer to their destiny, to the moment when they will stand as equals among the gods themselves, their names spoken with reverence and awe throughout the cosmos.

World of Warcraft, Season of Discovery, 2024
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In the realm of Nave, nestled upon the vast continent of Myrland, there existed a society unlike any other. Here, the divine presence of Myrkul, the deity of death and rebirth, held sway over the land, guiding the souls of the departed towards their ultimate destination. But within the intricate tapestry of existence, Myrkul had devised a grand design for those souls that had reached the second stage of evolution - a design that would shape the fate of Nave itself.

These evolved souls, known as the Second Stage Ascendants, were tasked with a sacred duty: to gather together and hone their abilities under the tutelage of their kin. They fought side by side, learning the intricate tricks of their trade, each honing their unique skillset gifted to them by Myrkul himself. They were the chosen ones, the architects of destiny, serving the higher purpose of the Undead Lords - the harvesters of souls.

Among them walked Kael, a young ascendant blessed with the power to manipulate shadows. His journey had brought him to the heart of Nave, where the Undead Lords awaited his arrival. With each passing day, Kael delved deeper into the mysteries of his newfound abilities, guided by the wisdom of his brethren and the teachings of the Undead Lords.

But as Kael trained and honed his skills, he couldn’t shake the feeling of unease that gnawed at his soul. There was a darkness stirring in the depths of Nave, a malevolent force that threatened to unravel the delicate balance of Myrkul’s design. Whispers of rebellion echoed through the halls of the Undead Lords, stirring dissent among their ranks.

As tensions rose, Kael found himself thrust into the heart of the conflict, torn between his duty to Myrkul and the bonds of kinship that bound him to his fellow ascendants. With each passing day, the darkness grew stronger, threatening to consume everything in its path.

Determined to uncover the truth, Kael embarked on a perilous journey across the land of Nave, guided by the flickering light of Myrkul’s divine presence. Along the way, he encountered allies and adversaries alike, each offering a glimpse into the intricate web of deceit that threatened to tear Nave asunder.

But as Kael delved deeper into the heart of darkness, he discovered a truth that shook him to his core. The rebellion that threatened to consume Nave was not born of malice or greed, but of fear - fear of the unknown, fear of change, fear of the divine power that lay dormant within each ascendant.

With newfound clarity, Kael returned to the halls of the Undead Lords, his resolve hardened by the trials he had endured. He stood before his brethren, his voice ringing out with conviction as he spoke of unity and purpose. Together, they would stand against the darkness that threatened to engulf them, united in their devotion to Myrkul and the higher purpose that bound them together.

And so, with Myrkul’s blessing, the ascendants of Nave rose as one, their souls ablaze with the divine power of their deity. They fought with courage and determination, their every action guided by the will of Myrkul himself. And though the darkness would always linger on the edges of their world, the ascendants of Nave stood strong, ready to face whatever trials lay ahead in their journey towards becoming as gods in the making.

Mortal Online 2, Jan. 2022 to present day.

Created by anons for anons. Power to the people.

In the heart of the sprawling castle of Eldoria, where torches flickered against stone walls and tapestries whispered tales of forgotten battles, Lady Salina sat in her chambers. She was engrossed in the documents Lord Kael had delivered earlier, her brow furrowed in concentration as she pored over each line. The weight of responsibility settled heavily upon her slender shoulders as she contemplated the implications of the words written upon the parchment.

As she immersed herself in the intricate details of strategy and diplomacy, there came a soft rap upon her chamber door. Startled, Salina looked up to see the tall figure of Lord Unfolded, his cloak billowing behind him like the wings of a dark raven.

“Lord Unfolded,” Salina greeted him, rising from her seat with a polite nod. “To what do I owe the honor of your visit?”

Unfolded stepped into the room, his piercing gaze fixed upon Salina. “I come bearing news and a proposition, Lady Salina,” he said, his voice low and resonant. “I have reviewed the documents delivered by Lord Kael, and I find myself in agreement with his assessments.”

Salina’s eyes widened in surprise. Unfolded was known for his cautious nature, and his alignment with Kael’s opinions signaled a significant shift in their council’s dynamics.

“Indeed?” Salina replied, her curiosity piqued. “And what, pray tell, is your proposition?”

Unfolded approached Salina, his movements graceful yet purposeful. “If only we could send messages to light more fires and share their battle stories,” he said, his voice tinged with a hint of urgency, “becoming beacons of light to our kin. They would come, like moths to a flame, drawn by the promise of unity and strength.”

Salina regarded Unfolded with a mixture of admiration and skepticism. His words resonated deeply within her, stirring a sense of hope and determination. Yet, the challenges ahead loomed large, casting shadows upon their aspirations.

“It is a bold plan, Lord Unfolded,” Salina said, her tone measured. “But it is not without risks. Our kin are scattered far and wide, and the fires of discord burn fiercely among them. To unite them under a single banner would require more than mere words and promises.”

Unfolded nodded solemnly, acknowledging the truth of Salina’s words. “Indeed, Lady Salina,” he said. “But it is precisely in times of great adversity that we must dare to dream and strive for greatness. Together, we possess the wisdom and the strength to overcome any obstacle that stands in our way.”

Salina regarded Unfolded with a newfound sense of respect. Despite their differences, they shared a common vision for the future of their people—a future built upon unity and solidarity.

“Very well, Lord Unfolded,” Salina said, her voice firm with resolve. “Let us send the carrier pigeons and send forth our messages. Together, we shall be the beacons of light that guide our kin through the darkness.”

And so, with hearts aflame with determination, Salina and Unfolded set out to kindle the fires of unity and forge a path towards a brighter tomorrow for their people. As the flames leapt skyward and the echoes of their victories resounded across the land, they knew that their journey had only just begun. But with courage in their hearts and the spirit of kinship as their guide, they were ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, together.

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In the heart of the mystical realm of Elysium, where time danced to the tune of ancient magic, there existed a place known as the Hall of Timelines. It was here that Lord Scree, the venerable keeper of time, dwelled amidst the whispers of past, present, and future. Lady Salina, a scholar and seeker of secrets, made her way through the shimmering portals of reality to seek counsel from the enigmatic lord.

Salina, adorned in robes woven with threads of celestial light, approached the towering figure of Lord Scree. His eyes, as deep as the cosmos itself, regarded her with a knowing gaze as she laid before him her quest for knowledge. “Lord Scree,” she began, her voice a melody of reverence and determination, “I seek to unravel the mysteries of history and lineage across the realms, in search of clues that may guide us in our need for gold.”

Lord Scree nodded solemnly, his presence resonating with the weight of ages. “The threads of time weave a tapestry of stories, Lady Salina,” he intoned. “Come, let us journey through the annals of existence and seek the wisdom hidden within.”

Together, they delved into the vast expanse of time, traversing realms and epochs with the ease of spirits unbound. They witnessed the rise and fall of civilizations, the birth of legends, and the forging of destinies. From the sun-kissed lands of ancient Egypt to the misty mountains of medieval Europe, they sought the traces of gold and its significance in the tapestry of history.

In each realm they visited, Salina consulted the alchemy guide penned by the enigmatic Dark Inquisitor Shadow. The tome, bound in shadowy leather and inscribed with runes of power, held secrets that transcended mortal understanding. With its guidance, Salina deciphered the alchemical arts of ages past, seeking the hidden knowledge that lay dormant within the annals of time.

In the land of the Aztecs, they discovered the sacred temples adorned with gleaming treasures, offerings to the gods of sun and sky. In the courts of ancient China, they witnessed the alchemists’ pursuit of the elusive Philosopher’s Stone, seeking to transmute base metals into gold. And in the depths of medieval Europe, they uncovered the alchemical guilds that guarded their secrets with the fervor of zealots.

Yet amidst the wealth and splendor, Salina sensed a deeper truth veiled beneath the surface of history. “Lord Scree,” she murmured, her thoughts drifting like wisps of smoke, “there is a pattern to these tales, a thread that binds them together.”

Lord Scree regarded her with a knowing smile, his eyes shimmering with the light of ages past. “Indeed, Lady Salina,” he replied, his voice a gentle echo in the halls of eternity. “Gold is more than mere metal; it is a symbol of power, of desire, of the eternal quest for enlightenment.”

As they journeyed onward, Salina and Lord Scree unraveled the mysteries of gold, tracing its lineage through the tapestry of time. And in their quest for knowledge, they discovered that the true wealth lay not in the hoarding of treasures, but in the pursuit of wisdom that transcended the boundaries of mortal understanding.

In the hushed embrace of night, Lady Salina stood at the threshold of time. The air hummed with anticipation as she prepared to journey back to the realm of the black spirit, a place of mystique and ancient wisdom. Her mind brimmed with memories of the guide who had initiated her into the secrets of horse taming and breeding, setting her on the path to mastery.

With a steady breath and a heart alight with purpose, Lady Salina stepped through the veils of time, feeling the fabric of reality bend and twist around her. As the world around her blurred and shifted, she found herself transported to a moonlit glade, the very heart of the realm of the black spirit.

The familiar scent of wildflowers and earth enveloped her as she ventured deeper into the ethereal landscape, guided by the whispers of the wind. Shadows danced at the edge of her vision, and she felt the presence of unseen eyes watching her every move.

Suddenly, a figure emerged from the darkness, a silhouette bathed in moonlight. It was her guide, the keeper of ancient knowledge and guardian of the realm. His form shimmered with an otherworldly aura as he greeted her with a knowing smile.

“Lady Salina,” he spoke, his voice a melodic echo that resonated through the night. “It has been many moons since you last walked these sacred grounds. What brings you back to our realm?”

“I have come seeking guidance,” Lady Salina replied, her voice steady with determination. “I am on the cusp of a great endeavor, and I require the wisdom of the black spirit to see it through.”

The guide nodded, his eyes gleaming with understanding. “Your third eye has awakened, and you stand as a Third Stage Ascendant, poised to harness the power of the familiar beast. But tread carefully, for such power comes with great responsibility.”

With a gesture of his hand, the guide beckoned Lady Salina to follow him deeper into the heart of the realm. Along the way, he imparted to her ancient rites and rituals, teaching her how to commune with the spirits of the land and forge bonds with the creatures that roamed its wilds.

As they walked, Lady Salina felt the weight of her purpose settle upon her shoulders like a mantle of stars. She knew that the path ahead would be fraught with challenges and trials, but she also knew that she possessed the strength and knowledge to overcome them.

At last, they reached a clearing bathed in moonlight, where a majestic black stallion stood waiting. Its eyes gleamed with intelligence, and its mane rippled like the night sky.

“This is the familiar beast,” the guide said, his voice reverent. “A creature of unmatched strength and grace, bound to you by the threads of destiny. With its aid, you will achieve greatness beyond measure.”

With trembling hands, Lady Salina approached the stallion, feeling a surge of energy course through her veins as she reached out to touch its sleek black coat. In that moment, she knew that her journey had only just begun, and that the realm of the black spirit held countless wonders yet to be discovered.

Black Desert Online, 2014

A journey backwards and forwards in time. The spirit leads the way.

Once upon a time, in the vast expanse of the ancient continent of Pangea, where lands stretched far and wide and cultures flourished in harmony with nature, three distinguished figures embarked on a journey that would shape the course of history.

Lady Salina, adorned in regal attire with a grace that echoed her noble lineage, had long been renowned for her diplomatic prowess and visionary leadership. Lord Rayven, a man of mysterious allure with eyes that seemed to hold secrets of distant realms, possessed an astute mind and a thirst for adventure. And then there was Lord Hillbilly, a jovial character with a penchant for simplicity and a heart as vast as the lands he hailed from.

Their paths converged at the crossroads of ambition and opportunity, where they envisioned the creation of societies that would dazzle the world with their splendor and innovation. Together, they set out to establish trade routes that would bring the riches of their respective realms to each other’s doorstep.

Their first meeting took place in the grand hall of Lady Salina’s palace, where they exchanged pleasantries and shared their dreams of prosperity and cultural exchange. Lady Salina spoke of the exotic spices that flourished in her lands, tantalizing the senses with their aromas and flavors. Lord Rayven regaled them with tales of distant lands where artistry flourished, promising to bring masterpieces that would adorn their cities with beauty and elegance. And Lord Hillbilly, with his infectious laughter and warm demeanor, spoke of the simple pleasures of life that his people cherished, offering to share their bounty with the world.

With their goals aligned and their spirits ignited with passion, they set forth on their journey across the continent, traversing rugged terrain and forging alliances with neighboring kingdoms. Along the way, they encountered challenges and obstacles that tested their resolve, but with their unwavering determination and unwavering belief in their vision, they overcame every hurdle that stood in their path.

In time, their efforts bore fruit as trade flourished, bringing a wealth of goods and knowledge to their shores. The markets bustled with activity as merchants from distant lands bartered for spices, artwork, and other exotic treasures. Cities rose from the earth, each one a testament to the ingenuity and creativity of its people, adorned with towering spires, bustling marketplaces, and grand palaces that reflected the unique cultures that thrived within their walls.

As the years passed, their societies became beacons of progress and enlightenment, drawing travelers and adventurers from far and wide who marveled at the wonders that Lady Salina, Lord Rayven, and Lord Hillbilly had brought into being. And though their paths would diverge as they pursued their own destinies, the bond they had forged on their journey across Pangea would endure, a testament to the power of cooperation and collaboration in building a better world for generations to come.

Civilization 6, 2016

A Saturday morning reunion.

In the sprawling metropolis of Neo-Veridian, where towering skyscrapers cast long shadows over bustling streets, young Salina harbored dreams far beyond the confines of her mundane existence. She spent her days tinkering with machines, driven by a fascination with the sleek, powerful mech warriors that dominated the city’s skyline. These towering behemoths of steel and circuitry symbolized strength, freedom, and the promise of a world beyond her wildest imaginings.

Salina’s opportunity came unexpectedly one crisp morning when she stumbled upon a disused mech workshop tucked away in a forgotten corner of the city. Amidst the clangor of metal and the hum of electronics, she found an old, battered mech, its once-gleaming exterior now tarnished with age. With a heart pounding with excitement, she resolved to restore the machine to its former glory.

Days turned into weeks as Salina poured her heart and soul into the project, learning the intricacies of mech engineering with each passing moment. Finally, the moment of truth arrived when she powered up the restored mech for the first time. With a low rumble, the machine came to life, its joints creaking as it stood tall, ready to defy gravity itself.

Under the tutelage of a grizzled veteran mech pilot, Salina began her training, learning the delicate art of piloting her newfound steed. She struggled at first, her movements clumsy and uncertain, but with each passing day, she grew more confident, her reflexes sharpening as she became one with the machine.

Her moment of reckoning came sooner than she expected when a squadron of enemy mechs launched a surprise aerial assault on Neo-Veridian. With the city’s defenses overwhelmed, Salina and her fellow pilots were called into action, their mechs soaring into the skies to meet the threat head-on.

As the battle raged around her, Salina felt a surge of adrenaline coursing through her veins, her senses heightened as she engaged the enemy with a skill and precision that belied her years. With each well-aimed shot and evasive maneuver, she carved a path of destruction through the enemy ranks, her mech a whirlwind of steel and fury.

But victory did not come easily, and Salina soon found herself locked in a deadly duel with the enemy squadron’s ace pilot. With lightning-fast reflexes and uncanny precision, her adversary pushed her to the brink of defeat, their mechs locked in a deadly dance of death high above the city.

In a moment of desperation, Salina tapped into reserves of courage she never knew she possessed, channeling her fear and uncertainty into a single, daring maneuver. With nerves of steel, she executed a daring barrel roll, narrowly avoiding a barrage of enemy fire before unleashing a devastating counterattack that sent her opponent crashing to the ground below.

As the dust settled and the last remnants of the enemy forces retreated into the horizon, Salina emerged victorious, her mech battered but triumphant. With newfound respect and admiration from her fellow pilots, she had proven herself as one of the top aces in the squadron, a fearless warrior destined for greatness in the skies above Neo-Veridian. And as she gazed out at the city below, her heart filled with pride and determination, knowing that her journey had only just begun.

Mech Warrior, 1993

A Recall Activation

The cross-lay.

Back to basics: Roleplaying for Dummies

Any character any time you want, keeping all characters in mind all the time. It’s pretty easy, and fun! :grin:

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Leveling up as we go.

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In the dimly lit chamber of the Great Hall on Arrakis, three holographic figures materialized, casting an otherworldly glow upon the room’s intricate tapestries and ornate furnishings. Lady Salina, Lady Vaniah, and Lord Raith, leaders of their respective noble houses, had convened for a crucial advisory meeting. The topic at hand: understanding the enigmatic ways of the sleepers and navigating the unforgiving desert terrain that defined life on Arrakis.

Lady Salina, clad in flowing robes of azure silk, projected an air of regal grace befitting her esteemed lineage. Her sharp intellect and shrewd political acumen had earned her the admiration of many, though her penetrating gaze hinted at a steely resolve beneath her composed exterior.

Lady Vaniah, resplendent in robes adorned with intricate patterns reminiscent of the shifting sands of Arrakis, exuded an aura of mystical wisdom. As the custodian of ancient traditions and keeper of esoteric knowledge, she commanded respect not only from her peers but also from the nomadic tribes who traversed the desert under her guidance.

Lord Raith, clad in the traditional attire of the Fremen warriors, projected an air of rugged strength and unwavering determination. His reputation as a formidable military strategist preceded him, yet beneath his stoic facade lay a deep-seated concern for the well-being of his people, whose survival depended on their ability to adapt to the harsh realities of life on Arrakis.

As the holographic projections flickered to life, Lady Salina wasted no time in addressing the pressing issue at hand. “My esteemed colleagues,” she began, her voice resonating with authority, “we are faced with a formidable challenge. The sleepers, with their mysterious abilities and inscrutable motives, pose a threat to the stability of our dominion. We must endeavor to unravel the secrets of their ways if we are to safeguard our people.”

Lady Vaniah nodded solemnly, her eyes alight with a keen understanding of the ancient prophecies that spoke of the sleepers’ role in shaping the destiny of Arrakis. “The path to enlightenment is fraught with peril,” she intoned, her voice carrying the weight of centuries of wisdom. “But fear not, for we shall harness the power of the desert winds to guide us through the darkness.”

Lord Raith, ever the pragmatist, offered a pragmatic assessment of the situation. “We must not underestimate our adversaries,” he cautioned, his voice tinged with a hint of urgency. “But neither shall we falter in the face of adversity. With courage and determination, we shall prevail.”

And so, the three noble leaders embarked on a journey of discovery, pooling their resources and expertise in a concerted effort to unlock the mysteries of the sleepers and chart a course towards a brighter future for Arrakis. Though the road ahead was fraught with peril, they faced the challenges with unwavering resolve, knowing that their unity and determination would ultimately lead them to victory.

As the holographic projections faded into the ether, leaving the Great Hall bathed in silence once more, Lady Salina, Lady Vaniah, and Lord Raith exchanged a knowing glance, bound by a shared sense of purpose and a steadfast commitment to the people they served. And though the sands of Arrakis may shift and change with the passage of time, their resolve remained unyielding, a beacon of hope amidst the swirling chaos of the desert.

In the heart of the desert planet Arrakis, where sands whispered tales of ancient kingdoms lost to time and the scorching sun painted the horizon in hues of crimson and gold, Lady Salina, the formidable ruler of House Atreides, summoned the Queens of the noble houses. Seven sisters, each representing the strength and legacy of their respective kings, gathered at the grand hall of Lady Salina’s keep.

The air crackled with anticipation as the Queens took their seats around the intricately carved table, their eyes glinting with determination and resolve. They knew the gravity of the task ahead—the design of a fortress that would not only withstand the harsh environment of Arrakis but also repel the relentless onslaught of sleepers, those nefarious beings who sought to usurp their power and dismantle their kingdoms.

Lady Salina, adorned in the regal attire of House Atreides, rose from her seat, her voice commanding the attention of all present. “Sisters,” she began, her tone carrying the weight of authority, “we stand on the precipice of a great challenge. Our lands are threatened, not only by the unforgiving sands and relentless sun but by those who would see us fall. It is imperative that we join our strengths and knowledge to forge a fortress that will endure the tests of time and war.”

The Queens nodded in agreement, their expressions steely with determination. They knew that only through unity and collaboration could they hope to overcome the dangers that loomed over them.

With a sweep of her hand, Lady Salina unveiled the parchment maps spread across the table, detailing the rugged terrain of Arrakis and the proposed location for their stronghold—the highest peaks in the land, where the clearest vision could be attained, and the enemy’s advance could be spotted from afar.

“We shall build our fortress upon these peaks,” Lady Salina declared, her voice resonating with conviction. “From there, we shall have the advantage of foresight and defense, our watchful gaze never faltering.”

The Queens leaned in, their minds already ablaze with ideas and strategies. Each brought forth the wealth of knowledge and expertise inherited from their noble houses, weaving them together into a tapestry of strength and resilience.

Queen Isolde of House Harkonnen proposed the use of reinforced steel and advanced fortifications, drawing upon her house’s expertise in engineering and craftsmanship. Queen Elysia of House Corrino suggested the implementation of intricate traps and snares, honed from generations of cunning and guile.

Queen Lyra of House Vernius advocated for the utilization of natural resources, harnessing the power of wind and sun to sustain their fortress and power their defenses. Queen Selene of House Richese put forth the idea of enlisting the aid of the mysterious Fremen, the desert warriors known for their mastery of the sands and fierce loyalty.

As the discussions unfolded and plans took shape, the atmosphere in the grand hall crackled with energy and purpose. Lady Salina watched with pride as the Queens, united in their determination, forged ahead with unwavering resolve.

In the days that followed, construction began on the fortress atop the highest peaks of Arrakis. Guided by the collective wisdom of the Queens, the stronghold rose from the desert sands, a testament to their strength and unity.

And when the sleepers came, their dark intentions met with the unyielding might of the fortress, its walls standing firm against the onslaught. From their vantage point upon the highest peaks, the Queens watched as their enemies faltered and fell, their dreams of conquest shattered against the indomitable spirit of those who stood united against the storm.

Dune Awakening, 2024

In the shadowed realms where darkness danced with the light, Lady Salina, a sorceress of ancient lineage, walked alongside Squire Strife, his heart heavy with the weight of destiny yet to unfold. They journeyed through twisted paths, their steps guided by purpose, toward the looming citadel of the Undead Lords, where the darkness threatened their existence.

Lady Salina, cloaked in the whispers of forgotten spells, was a beacon of both wisdom and power. She had taken Squire Strife under her wing, his potential recognized as a flickering flame amidst the encroaching gloom. Together, they ventured deeper into the heart of the shadow world, where secrets whispered on the breath of the night.

Upon a moonlit precipice, Lady Salina turned to Squire Strife, her eyes ablaze with the ancient knowledge of ages past. “Within you lies the spark of greatness, young Strife,” she intoned, her voice echoing through the silent expanse. “But to wield the powers of the Undead Lords, you must first understand their essence.”

With a flick of her wrist, Lady Salina conjured a shimmering orb of darkness, its depths swirling with eldritch energy. She placed it in Squire Strife’s outstretched palm, its weight both familiar and alien. “This is but a taste of the godlike powers that await you,” she murmured, her voice tinged with reverence. “Embrace it, and the world shall tremble at your command.”

As the orb pulsed with unholy light, Squire Strife felt a surge of power coursing through his veins, awakening something primal within. He closed his eyes, allowing the darkness to seep into his soul, merging with the flickering ember of his spirit. In that moment, he glimpsed the vast tapestry of the shadow world, its threads woven with the dreams and nightmares of countless souls.

With newfound resolve, Squire Strife opened his eyes, the radiance of the orb reflected in his gaze. “I am ready,” he declared, his voice ringing with certainty.

And so, under the watchful guidance of Lady Salina, Squire Strife delved deeper into the mysteries of the shadow world. He learned of ancient rituals and forbidden incantations, each revelation shaping him into a vessel of darkness and despair. Clad in the golden armor of Myrkul, forged in the fires of the underworld, and wielding weapons of steel and grit, he stood as a beacon of defiance against the encroaching tide of evil.

Together, they traversed treacherous landscapes and faced untold horrors, their bond forged in the crucible of battle. Against the legions of darkness, they stood as champions of light, their blades cutting through the veil of despair with righteous fury. And though the forces of evil sought to snuff out their light, they remained undaunted, their resolve unyielding as the very fabric of reality trembled at their feet.

In the heart of the citadel, amidst the swirling maelstrom of chaos, Lady Salina and Squire Strife faced the darkest of beasts in a final showdown. With the power of the shadow world coursing through his veins, Squire Strife unleashed a tempest of destruction upon his foes, his every strike a symphony of death and rebirth.

And as the dust settled and the echoes of battle faded into the night, Squire Strife stood victorious, his destiny fulfilled. With Lady Salina at his side, he gazed upon the shattered remnants of the forces of evil, knowing that their journey was far from over. For wherever darkness threatened to consume the light, they would stand as guardians of hope, their spirits bound together for all eternity.

In the bustling marketplace of Arkenshire, where the scent of spices mingled with the lively chatter of vendors and customers, two figures stood out amidst the crowd. Lady Salina, with her flowing crimson robes and piercing emerald eyes, and Lord Skullpunch, towering and clad in armor adorned with skulls, made an unlikely duo. Yet, fate had woven their paths together in a quest that would test their mettle and forge an unexpected alliance.

Their mission was clear: to retrieve the rare ingredients needed to construct the long-lost portal, a gateway said to hold the key to restoring balance to their realm. However, the marketplace was not their only challenge. Dark forces lurked in the shadows, skeletal guardians sworn to protect the secrets of the ingredients at any cost.

As they ventured deeper into the market, Salina and Skullpunch encountered obstacles at every turn. Skeletal warriors emerged from hidden alcoves, their bones rattling with malevolent energy. With a flick of her wrist, Salina unleashed torrents of arcane fire, while Skullpunch swung his massive mace with thunderous force, shattering bone and dispelling darkness.

Despite their differences, the duo fought with a synchronized rhythm, each complementing the other’s strengths. As they pressed onward, they realized that cooperation was their greatest asset in this perilous journey.

Their quest led them to a secluded corner of the market, where a hooded figure awaited them. The mysterious vendor, known only as the Keeper of Secrets, possessed the knowledge they sought. With a cryptic smile, the Keeper revealed the locations of the ingredients: the Tears of Luna, the Essence of Sunfire, and the Heartwood of the Eternal Oak.

But acquiring these ingredients would not be easy. Each was guarded by formidable challenges, and time was running out. Determined, Salina and Skullpunch set out to overcome each trial, their resolve unyielding.

Their first destination was the Whispering Woods, where the Tears of Luna bloomed beneath the pale light of the moon. Guided by Salina’s mystical senses, they navigated the enchanted forest, evading traps and eluding the wraith-like guardians that haunted its depths.

Next, they journeyed to the volcanic peaks of Mount Ignis, where the Essence of Sunfire lay dormant within the fiery heart of the earth. With Skullpunch’s indomitable strength, they braved rivers of molten lava and faced off against fire-breathing drakes to claim their prize.

Finally, they ventured into the heart of the Forgotten Marshes, where the Eternal Oak stood sentinel over the land. Surrounded by treacherous bogs and poisonous miasma, they confronted the ancient guardians of the forest, spirits bound to protect the sacred Heartwood.

With each triumph, Salina and Skullpunch grew closer, their bond forged in the crucible of adversity. As they gathered the final ingredient, their footsteps echoed with determination. Together, they returned to the marketplace, where the portal awaited its completion.

With a deft touch, Salina combined the ingredients, weaving spells of ancient magic. As the portal shimmered to life, its ethereal glow illuminating the marketplace, Salina and Skullpunch exchanged a knowing glance. Though their journey had been fraught with peril, they had emerged victorious, united in purpose and bound by destiny.

As they stepped through the portal, leaving behind the bustling marketplace and the battles they had fought, they knew that their quest was far from over. But with their newfound alliance, they faced the challenges ahead with courage and conviction, knowing that together, they could overcome anything that stood in their way.