#chalkos

[commander-orca]

#2

[chalkodareal]

scijohn comic. funny funny funny

[pinkzombieprincess]

art from 2day!!!!!!!!!!!

[djmankiewics1996]

mod what was the first strongstar content you ever saw?

man guys im not sure you wanna know. its the photo. you know the one. lemme see if i have it.

this goddamn thing

but my first real pull into enlightenment was the video by @/chalkodareal. theyve done a lot of bad things but one thing this guy can do right is make a gay compilation

[anankelotus]

Horseless Wagons? In this Economy!?

As you set up camp, the dreams weave a lesson in incorporating magic powder known as “Chalkos” into your objects. This material powers the horseless wagons that you ride, connects different objects together to allow for communication, and can even give your weapons a magical kick. The possibilities are endless!

1d2 Chalkos 1d2 Wood 1d2 Stone for every post.

event starter for @ventusanimae and @arcstral

The scenery around them is bleak, almost too bleak to bear as Anankos is reminded of the shattered Valla. He shivers slightly, even as he is covered in warm furs and thick cloth. It is still not quite enough to keep the wind from piercing all of that and freezing him to the very bone.

Of course, what fascinates him the most, even through the bleak village and the dreary cold, is the use of a strange powder to propel things such as wagons without the use of a horse. It fascinates him to no end. And while others are out within the forest gathering materials, or gambling away their life savings in the tavern - the unfortunate few he can think of - he finds himself with a pile of this mysterious powder knows as ‘Chalkos’ and a few companions lingering nearby who had not yet embarked on any of their own tasks.

One of them, Anankos recalls, is a mage. A mage who could perhaps be helpful towards figuring out this strange little magic. And the young king Marth’s many experiences could certainly help as well. Or, at the very least, he had a weapon that they could put the powder on and see what happened.

He coughs slightly as he moves his hands too quickly to call them over, spilling powder across his lap. Hopefully that won’t be too much of an issue for the future, but for the moment, he doesn’t worry about it.

“Excuse me, but if you’d like to pool our knowledge and try to figure out how this ‘chalkos’ works exactly, I’d certainly like to try and create some sort of communication device like I’ve seen others around here using! Just in case we get seperated...! Or something...”

[freedomarrow]

Evening Storytime Feat. a God || Leonardo, Dorothea & Edelgard

Chalkos? The god is no mage, she tells you. That said, she is emotional, and the emotions stirred from holding Edelgard and listening to your requests occasionally causes chunks of Chalkos to fall from the sky. You may have to play with her emotions. Grants 4d4 Chalkos.

@scarletrefrain @hresvelged

The bizarre nature of the dream was far from done playing with them, it would seem. From a nervous village, through a bizarre dungeon, through the horrific sight of the aliens throwing the girl off the cliff in a display heartless - and yet one, somehow, not particularly surprising for the Daein. Expected, almost.

Far from the first time he saw an invader being cruel for the sake of it, after all.

But the terrifying memory is already largely faded, replaced by one of serenity. The calm, dark forest stretches all around him - a bringer of the rare moments of peace and safety he knew even in the worst of times, a protector, an ally. Though the realization that his call for Micaiah, Edward, Nolan, Sothe - it will go unanswered, and it stings a little, he nevertheless finds himself feeling... well. Surprisingly so, and almost to the point of guilt - especially when he takes note of the presence of Dorothea and Edelgard, and the states they are in. He probably is not supposed to be feeling so well.

But can he help it, if for years the forests were the only places where he was allowed to experience comfort and serenity?

And here especially, he cannot help but feel as though the forest, the night, the calm moon above his head - that it lives - that she lives; she lives, and breathes, and listens to his thoughts most intently, and she is the one taking care of the wounded Edelgard with the concern of a parent watching over their sick child.

“... Hey. How are you feeling?” A somewhat personal question, perhaps, that he poses to the girls - but are you okay? felt simply stupid in comparison. “Let’s try to take it easy and rest for a while. A lot has happened.”

His mind races through the images of the past days, as though to fill in what he hides behind the simple a lot - and as he speaks, he takes note of something shiny now resting in the grass near him.

... Chalkos? Interesting.

He sits down directly on the grass, the same way he always has. It is quiet, and he gets the impression that the silence is not going to help lift the mood.

It is not as though Leonardo dislikes silence, he very much enjoys peace and quiet - but sometimes, it makes it too easy to think.

“You know... I’ve spent many nights like this, actually. If you’d like, I can... share some stories, maybe? To pass some time while we rest...”

It feels weird, being open about himself. But he cannot help but be influenced by the serenity of the scenario he so well knows.

[justices-blade]

im not kidding you guys. i wanted to do CRIMES. // battlefield chalkos crew

The spires of Sparagmos tower above them, silent and unreachable shadows in the snow. Something murmurs in his mind; a soft hiss, the tone of an embittered soldier. death to the dissidents. tear their towering walls down, brick by brick. down to the foundation, scorch the ground, salt the earth for daring to, daring to—!

Edward is no embittered soldier. He is a boy trying to survive. And though it pains him (because he never fought for unification, he always only fought for safety, family, freedom), survival in this dream is all that can lead them to stability getting to the bottom of this dream conundrum. The soldiers of Rusalka need them. The mission needs them.

His family needs him, and he has every intention of coming back unscathed.

To that end, they need chalkos. And Sparagmos' warehouses probably have chalkos by the truckload, actually! It's far from his first time raiding a heavily guarded warehouse, so he volunteered for the task quite readily, though the fact he hadn't had to contend with chalkos' more volatile properties firsthand yet may be influencing his decision.

But potential explosions aside, the first step's always the stakeout. Edward crouches in the underbrush and snow, deathly silent, eyes trained on the warehouse and those guarding it. Being a ways from the city outskirts means that despite there being less greenery than the Sealed Forest proper, there's still a decent amount of vegetation to work with.

And when they're so few in number, stealth takes highest priority. This kind of thing's Sothe's specialty, but Edward would like to think he picked up one thing or the other. Maybe they could drop in through the roof…? They've been outfitted with enough rope to pull it off, easy. Grey eyes flit towards his partners in crime, and a tiny smile crosses his face.

"You guys done anything like this before?" he whispers, conspiratorially. "It's real fun once you get used to it."

@hisatana @laslow

[lyricsgoal]

LaLa (Letra) Lyrics In English Translation - Myke Towers

#LaLa #MykeTowers

[furry-homestar]

listen. you guys don't gotta agree with me and you can accept chalko's shitty "i'm only apologizing because i got caught and i need to make excuses for myself" apology if you want. but for the love of god don't throw baby fits about me on your blog for "calling out a minor" (because being a minor means you can't be blamed for your own actions, don't you know?). i promise i'm not the evil malicious entity you think i am, i'm trying to warn people about somebody who has done gross things in the very recent past. please log off every once in a while it's GOOD FOR YOU

[falleri-salvatore]

How the fuck has no one noticed the fact that Pyrrha's circlet was made of literal orichalcum?

Orichalcum or aurichalcum /ˌɔːrɪˈkælkəm/ is a metal mentioned in several ancient writings, including the story of Atlantis in the Critias of Plato. Within the dialogue, Critias (460–403 BC) says that orichalcum had been considered second only to gold in value and had been found and mined in many parts of Atlantis in ancient times, but that by Critias's own time, orichalcum was known only by name.

Orichalcum may have been a noble metal such as platinum, as it was supposed to be mined, or one type of bronze or brass or possibly some other metal alloy.

The name is derived from the Greek ὀρείχαλκος, oreikhalkos (from ὄρος, oros, mountain and χαλκός, chalkos, copper), literally meaning "mountain copper". Orichalcum found at Gela, Sicily.

The Romans transliterated "orichalcum" as "aurichalcum", which was thought to mean literally "gold copper". It is known from the writings of Cicero that the metal which they called orichalcum resembled gold in color but had a much lower value. In Virgil's Aeneid, the breastplate of Turnus is described as "stiff with gold and white orichalc".

Orichalcum has been held to be either a gold–copper alloy, a copper–tin or copper–zinc brass, or else a metal or metallic alloy no longer known.

Like, seriously?

[sillysymbol]

happy birthday......i hear you are 16.......thats usually older than sonic the hedgehog................or as old??? i dont know sonic canon is confusing to me but as a birthday treat im not going to rant aimlessly.........happy birthday silly symbolson.......my the next 50 years be fruitful.......

YAAAAY THANK YOUU CHALKO!!!!!!!!!!yes sonic is 16

[ballwizard]

please ball gizzard. ......please......just one rrick or treat for chalko pleage??? please? just onw for me please.....pelase

otay :-) one gummy bear

[chalkodareal]

my scijohns from the school computer. grinnnnn

[mikejudge]

dear misterr mike judge you are my. favorite blog in the world i love to see your beavis and butthead reblogs and posts. you remind me of my dad if he was not a white middle aged man and if he supported the lbgts. please keep it up. chalko

i'm like mike judge if he was a different race, gender, was 34 years younger and had an entirely different name and not rich and

[swiftscion]

clair de lune

In urban areas, chalkos from the earth is hard to simply come by. What used to be here is now stored in a warehouse just outside the city limits, guarded heavily by city watch. A plan is made to raid the warehouse and take what you can for your own stores. But be careful: you won’t be the only mages on the battlefield, and the Chalkos dust in the air will make for an explosive battle. 4d2 Chalkos per post, lose -1HP at the start of each day.

She expected a battle, but is greeted with war.

Larcei’s body slams against tiled floors, her back arching and body forced into a short spasm as pain makes it rounds through her hot blood. It hurts, reminding her that she is alive and fighting. 

“GRAH!” she chokes, her pupils dilating with rage, “Y-you’re gonna regret that! You mages and your fancy tricks... How ‘bout I fight fire with fire?!” Isaachian feet kick themselves up and off the ground, sending their agile body with it. Before her foe can react--before they can ready another blast of their controlling wind magic--she turns to one of the nearby stores of chalkos. It is a humble barrel, its lid left half ajar. Seeing an opening, the length of her stellar Brave Sword enters the barrel. And a bright flash of light follows, and when she seizes her prized blade from the container, it glows with newfound strength.

“Keh! You think that’ll save you? Give it up, girlie. I’ve got that stuff runnin’ through my blood!“

But give up, she does not. The guard prepares their spell in the palm of their hand, and when they flicks it forward to unleash a hurricane at her, Larcei engages. Her movements are swift, her winged feet darting just out of harm’s way while keeping up her advance. With measured steps, death arrives. And its fury knows no bounds.

“Take this!” 

Swordarm swings, and when the gleaming edge--the extension of itself--slashes the side of the soldier, sparks of light fly from the open wound like a deluge of shooting stars. Those sparks then explode into an inferno, razing the guard and rending them neutralized by the time Larcei finishes her swing. She looks to her sword in amazement, surprised that her last-ditch effort actually worked. So much exposure to chalkos has enhanced her mother’s heirloom, allowing Larcei’s passion to manifest as magic during battle. 

“Huh, guess that’s the end of it,” she whispers to herself, before turning to her allies. The fires of fighting almost made her forget that they were supposed to be on a mission, staging a heist against this warehouse’s chalkos by nightfall. 

She returns to them, treating herself to a quick glance at the full moon through the only window in the facility. “Hey, guys,” she calls, albeit quietly, “check this out. You can stick your weapons in this stuff and use it to fight off the guards!” 

Roll 4d2 = 2, 2, 2, 1; +7 Chalkos!

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[sacaeblade]

let’s go, girls!

There is a man dead in the snow (one of their own, her mind tells her), marked with the flag of the enemy, and any time Lyn tries to remember what he looks like, she can’t quite recall. It’s as if his appearance keeps shifting, like the surface of a lake. In some moments, he looks like the King of Bern, but in others, his face is completely unfamiliar. By his garb, he must be a royal of some sort; not meant to be out here in the snow, so close to enemy lines.

As much as she wants to stay here, to finally identify the man, to find out why the message written in blood labels him a tyrant, but they must press onward into the forest.

Through the fog and snow, Lyn finally spots something besides trees and bushes: chalkos. The mysterious magic substance that seems to power everything sits in its ore form, just waiting to be harvested. She flags over the rest of her team, curiously all women.

“There’s chalkos here! We should gather some.”

Lyn reaches out her hand to gather some of the chalkos, but explodes in a flash of light. The mini explosion catches her hand in the crossfire, hitting her exposed fingers. Lyn clicks her tongue and recoils her hand, nothing in it but tiny burns from the chalkos igniting on itself. She shakes her hand, trying to wave off the stinging sensation.

roll 1d20+6: 8. Failure! Uh, yeah, that bitch ore explodes. (-1 HP) Lyn’s HP: 7/10.

“Looks like if you’re too slow, it’ll explode. Be careful,” she warns, having made herself into quite the fine example.

@ulirblood @swiftscion @maligknightsthorns