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i can't wait to see the new batch 😍 i keep wanting to join all the time

Motivation for my little pea brain!! Here’s some spoilers:

Babel of Despair’s name comes from the Divine Comedy, and they’re rather serious but capable of cracking a joke. They’re from New Rho, born and bred.

I Have Granted Them Dominion’s name comes from The Aeneid, they’re a quiet one who is self-assured. Their original House is up to the player but they defected from the Cohort.

The Space Between the Stars and the Sky’s name comes from Ancient Dreams in a Modern Land, and they have a very stoic disposition. They’re from Lemuria and sought out the BOE to join.

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any news about the new skeletons?

My apologies for the lateness and general lacking-ness... while no news, I can give some spoilers. Three skeletons, all BOE members who are disguised as Cohort members. 1) Babel of Despair, Cell Commander of Valencia. 2) I Have Granted Them Dominion, soldier in Cell Valencia, the only necromancer ever truly inducted into the BOE. and, 3) The Space Between the Stars and the Sky, soldier in Cell Valencia, wielder of the Taiaha.

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Alexstrasza Caoilfhionn

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Yeehaw, we finally doing their job (me, I'm finally doing my job.)

The accepted applications are as follows:

CAVALIERS:

Ninth Cavalier / Alexstrasza Caoilfhionn using Ella Purnell. Submitted by Eve.

The checklist for can be found here, and OOC discord links will be sent out as your account arrives in. Character roles will be reopened if accounts are not sent in within twenty four hours.

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+001 applications. The submit now closes at 28th of February, NZT 6AM.

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i have many questions, but the first draft got too repetitive so it's really only one: do i still have a chance of joining or am i too late?

Hi! The short answer is no, we do have one open role that will have its applications close very soon but on the flip side, we are overdue for an activity check (stares at my own blog) due to me falling behind (first weeks back at uni + mental health, you know how it be!). There might be a chance I'll put out another small batch of characters (2-4 roles) depending on a loose idea I have but that's dependent on a lot of other factors.

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9th cav faceclaims and inspo? please

Here is the link to my first post which contains some more faceclaims! I am going to divide the faceclaims more into two different categories and then discuss two different ways I could see the Ninth Cavalier being written. Passive: Vassili Schneider, Delainey Hayles, Calam Lynch, Anna Sawai, or Clinton Liberty. This cavalier aims for subtly, they know how risky it would be to be on the offensive as they hunt for the spy. They are quiet and manipulative, hoping to be overlooked as the cavalier of the Ninth House, the dying House. They might use their religious devotion as a shield, to make them seem obsessed and single-minded, when in reality, they are hunting down the spy in the silence of the night. They have strengths in deception and lying, knowing that the best way to get to their goal (both of finding the spy and protecting their necromancer) will be by playing the long game. They can come off soft, even too gentle to be a cavalier until the moment strikes. Their actions will be subtle, waiting for the spy to become too comfortable, to slip up. Knowing that it will happen. Active: Josh Heuston, Frankie Adams, Fabien Frankel, Wang Herun, or Lee Soo-hyuk. On the other side, this cavalier is going to hunt the spy to the ends of the... First House. They are methodical, purposeful, and constantly playing the offensive. They are a bloodhound. To this cavalier, the best way to protect their necromancer is to actively pursue and eliminate the spy as soon as possible. The longer the threat is around, the longer their necromancer is in danger. They're sharp and short, often coming off as blunt or downright rude in conversation. The only person they truly trust is the person they're hiding everything from. It is better to ask for forgiveness than permission, and they will make the means justify the end, no matter the cost of it.

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Zotikos Elpidus

Alcmene Octakiseron

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My dearest apologies for this being... nearly five hours later. I drafted it with the intention to post it and then encountered a few problems IRL. The submit will formally reopen in 24 hours at 6PM FEB 19, NZT.

The accepted applications are as follows:

CAVALIERS:

Seventh Cavalier / Zotikos Elpidus using Emilio Sakraya. Submitted by R.

NECROMANCERS:

Eighth Necromancer / Alcmene Octakiseron using Maragret Qualley. Submitted by Hannah.

The checklist for can be found here, and OOC discord links will be sent out as your account arrives in. Character roles will be reopened if accounts are not sent in within twenty four hours.

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+002 applications. The submit now closes at 17th of February, NZT 6PM.

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is god the emperor? is god real?

Uh… Yes, in the sense that God is a physical being that walks, talks, and eats peanuts. He is very much a guy who exists. People have regularly met him, he goes to Cohort meetings. God is the Emperor, he just likes to have lots of fancy titles. No, God isn’t God in the sense of… he isn’t God in Catholicism in today’s perception of it. He isn’t mystical and all-knowing, he is very much just some dude who has become all-powerful and turned himself into God through cult tactics.

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Arachne Tridentarius

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Early acceptance for personal reasons. The character biographies will not be up to date until Sunday evening NZT but pages will reflect the acceptances. The submit will formally reopen in 24 hours at 3PM FEB 15, NZT.

The accepted applications are as follows:

CAVALIERS:

Eighth Cavalier / Asterion Astraeus using Santiago Cabrera. Submitted by Mika.

NECROMANCERS:

Third Necromancer / Arachne Tridentarius using Sabrina Carpenter. Submitted by Bea.

Seventh Necromancer / Innogen “Gen” Septimus using Logan Lerman. Submitted by Mika.

The checklist for can be found here, and OOC discord links will be sent out as your account arrives in. Character roles will be reopened if accounts are not sent in within twenty four hours.

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THE RULES OF STIGMATA, PLOT DROP ONE.

In the beautiful ruins of Canaan House, a group of sixteen individuals begin to walk the path of Lyctorhood... and two people hope to sabotage it.

THE LIBRARY

The library was a rotting cathedral of knowledge, its towering shelves groaning beneath the weight of centuries. Leather-bound tomes, their spines cracked and curling, slumbered in the dust, their gilt titles faded to whispers of forgotten tongues. The air was thick with the scent of decay— molding parchment, damp wood, the ghost of ink long dried. Shadows stretched between the towering stacks, deep and restless, pooling in the places where the candlelight failed. Timshel Pent poured over a rotting book, a black cover with two pale hands clasping an apple, “About three things I was absolutely positive. First, Edward was a vampire...”

“What are the other two things?” Bedivere Cinquefoil asked curiously, pausing. He had been pacing, wearing grooves into the already worn carpet.

There's a slight huff of amusement, “Second, there was a part of him-and I didn’t know how potent that part might be-that thirsted for my blood. And third, I was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him.”

The mammoth doors to the library creak open, the flounce of the Third Necromancer and their shadow, Gawain Trinity. While their necromancer flocks to the red velvet couches, splaying themselves over it in a dramatic motion, Gawain scours the room for anything. Pulling and peeling back books, exposing them to the light of the room. It's when they end up shoulder to shoulder with Bedivere, book leaning to grab a worn journal, the leather binding peeled and decaying with age. Bedivere plucks it from the shelf, feeling the sticky texture touching his hands. His eyes find Gawain, both of them furrowing their eyebrows in a joined moment of confusion. The journal is opened, allowing both cavalier's to witness the blood-rotten book.

All of the pages are stained, centuries old blood painting the pages and turning them unreadable. Bedivere can barely turn the pages, the blood drying them together in bunches, and turning the writing illegible. The twisting writing has bled from the pages, leaving behind only a handful of words.

L - - - R - - O R Y 4 is scrawled on an early page with letters faded and gone, followed by washed out theorems, and strange symbols. LOVE--Y. YOU KNOW WHO I AM. Gawain's fingers draw over the page, before glancing up to Bedivere, and pointing to an encoded message on the final page of the book.

BDSAHMLOADOLRTEAEONUES

It was then, with Timshel eeirely quietly strolling over to the two cavaliers, peering into the journal at the cipher, he spoke, “Curious and curiouser.”

THE NORTH ENTRANCE OF THE BASEMENT, NEAR A LOCKED DOOR

“Teacher said any door that wasn't locked, right?” Iphigenia Nonagesimus spoke, dark eyes peering at the door. The door itself was obsidian, painted with dried blood that had yet to crumble with age. It wasn't fresh, not slick or wet to the touch— but an ancient relic of Canaan. She reached over to it, fingers dragging down the dried blood.

“He gave us a key ring,” Althaea Sextus replied. “Surely that means he intends for us to open the doors. At some point.” Their lips pursed together in a moment of curiosity, head tilting as Iphigenia moved to touch the brass lock.

Seated in the silence of the two necromancers intently staring at the door handle, a third voice cut the quiet, “The Ninth... you're bones, right?” Virgil Levante asked Iphigenia. She nodded, eyebrows furrowing together for a few seconds. “Could you... put bone into the lock and twist it open?”

A consideration sat between the group, and the Ninth necromancer's hand drew back, almost cradled by her other as she stood considering the suggestion.

“If anyone can do it, she can.” The Ninth Cavalier said, a nod of their head. “Let's make a bone key and bust our way in there.” It's with a sharp click of the lock, the thick white bone overgrowing over the lock as Iphigenia presses her hand to it, that the door swings open.

The room is dark and miserable, no windows or lights; only sunlight bleeding through the cracks in the castle wall. Ivy eats away at the walls, pulling back the ancient brick to expose the room. The group paces, slowly taking the room apart to unveil what has been hidden. Resting to the side of a dark wood table is a collection of femur bones, taken from various skeletons, no two from the same person. In the middle rests a golden scale, resting balanced with nothing to either side.

As the two necromancer's begin examining the fifteen femur bones, a small scroll of paper rolls to the ground— having been tucked up with the bones. Neither necromancer spots it, leaving Virgil to grasp it, unraveling it to expose the note within.

Take six. Leave ten. Find what he left behind.

THE SOUTH SIDE BASEMENT, UNDERNEATH THE MANHOLE

The tunnel yawned ahead, its stone walls slick with ancient condensation and mildew, Aurelius Deuteros stalked forward with disciplined precision— followed by the meek shadow of Romilly Dyad. Her hand nervously clasped the hilt of her dagger, fingers clenching and unclenching as they walked, nervous eyes eternally shifting. The air smelled of damp rock and the slow rot of something long-sealed, something old. Their footsteps echoed ahead, swallowed into a silence so vast it felt sentient.

As they pressed deeper into the passage, the walls seemed to tighten, curving inward like the ribs of some long-dead beast. Philophrosyne Tettares, her breath misting in the cold. “I don’t like this,” she murmured, voice clipped, precise. “The architecture suggests something defensive. This wasn't made to welcome anyone in.”

Aurelius gave a terse shake of his head. “If this passage was meant to keep people out, then we should be looking for what it’s hiding. Or what it's keeping in.”

The approach of a door, labeled in bold LABORATORY 2 carved into the metal, rust burned into the letters. The door opens with a terrible creak, freckles of mildew now patterning Philly's hand as she pushed it wide open. The exposed room was dull, emptied shelves and a table devoid of anything decorating it. To the right was two doors, one labeled Response and the other labeled Imaging.

After a few seconds of silence as the group looked around, Mercurio Chaur spoke, “That can't be a good sign. Literally.”

NEW RHO, BLOOD OF EDEN HEADQUARTERS

Commander These Roses Are the Pleasures of the Flesh pours over a worn book, once a navy blue and now a sun-spotted brown. The cover is in tatters, the embossed words on the cover now lost to time. Roses looked to their Lieutenant, a frustrated look on her face, “The planetary layout has changed vastly.”

Preliminary scans of the First House are clasped tightly in the hands of Lieutenant At the Hour of Death, someone who was still trying to make up for their drastic fuckup. They laid the semi-transparent page down, the books diagrams showing the vast oceans that covered the planet currently aren't visible in the old text. The planet is layered in land, vast stretches of green and browns that sprawl across it, towering mountains and lands that have been lost to time. “He killed all the land...” Hours murmured, dark eyes scanning the pages.

One of their gloved hands reach out, the fluffy purple fingertips pressing to a small part— two small stretches of land, tucked into the very corner of the map. “That bit. That looks like the current scan.”

Roses' head turns, following the gesture before nodding, “Well. At least you can do something right. That's it. That's got to be where the attempt to make Lyctor's will be taking place.”

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third necromancer or ninth cavalier?

Both would be ridiculous loved— I cannot pick between them.