<![CDATA[StarFell Forums - Ongoing Events]]> https://forum.starfell.online/ Sun, 24 May 2026 21:31:32 +0000 MyBB <![CDATA[[The Vault] - Storms and Arrivals]]> https://forum.starfell.online/showthread.php?tid=70 Sun, 21 Jul 2024 01:34:25 +0000 MeteorDragon]]> https://forum.starfell.online/showthread.php?tid=70 Storms and Arrivals
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Art by Stephen Najarian


A week ago, a storm spun about the world, whisking many away from their homes, stealing them from whatever trip they may have been on. Upon a distant island, many washed ashore, some alive, some dead. Yet, they all shared the common trauma of those crashing waves. Each group built up their homes, tents upon a foreign land. Yet, only a few days after the last people had crashed ashore, a sail boat appeared upon the horizon, coming from the east.


Below the boat, a serpent of the sea stalked, racing after until it erupted from the waters! Many watched from the beach as its rocky spines tore the front of the ship clean off. The armored one upon the ship stumbled and swayed, trying to ensure they’d not fall from the boat as they tore a blade from its sheath. It was made of a white metal with golden cracks, the same kind as their armor. Both constructions of metal glowed with sunlight.


Calling upon Arilynae, the armored one’s blade became shrouded in a golden light. Then, they drove their seemingly weightless longsword into the side of the sea serpent, cutting through the scales and into its muscle. With rage, the serpent lifted its head and bit off the end of the boat, causing waves to rush from the surface of the water as it fell back in. This time, the armored one was carried into the waters. Though, as the bleeding serpent rushed from the island, an aqua elf swam out and dragged them back to shore.


There, the new inhabitants of the island learned the nature of this person. With her helm removed, she revealed herself to be a Frost Born with golden eyes and hair. She introduced herself as Shalea, a Cleric of the Order of the White Flame. She’d been washed ashore while seeking the island north of the one they were all stranded upon, looking for something known only as The Vault. A plan was hatched for the stranded folk to build boats for them and her to leave for this larger section of land. In trade, Shalea offered to aid in whatever the inhabitants may need, guidance especially.


-OOC-
Spoiler: (click to show/hide)
This is the start of the eventline for The Vault. It will also serve as a means for players to help kick off their own ideas on the server. Should you wish to interact with Shalea/get a big eventline started, feel free to contact me! You can do this either by sending me a DM over discord(meteordragon), or creating a Ticket in the #help-tickets channel of the discord. Happy RPing!
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[Image: AD_4nXc0aX-p2qs1fXbuu2p3GLk_rhk4r39PVsLv...76N96DB-tQ]
Art by Stephen Najarian


A week ago, a storm spun about the world, whisking many away from their homes, stealing them from whatever trip they may have been on. Upon a distant island, many washed ashore, some alive, some dead. Yet, they all shared the common trauma of those crashing waves. Each group built up their homes, tents upon a foreign land. Yet, only a few days after the last people had crashed ashore, a sail boat appeared upon the horizon, coming from the east.


Below the boat, a serpent of the sea stalked, racing after until it erupted from the waters! Many watched from the beach as its rocky spines tore the front of the ship clean off. The armored one upon the ship stumbled and swayed, trying to ensure they’d not fall from the boat as they tore a blade from its sheath. It was made of a white metal with golden cracks, the same kind as their armor. Both constructions of metal glowed with sunlight.


Calling upon Arilynae, the armored one’s blade became shrouded in a golden light. Then, they drove their seemingly weightless longsword into the side of the sea serpent, cutting through the scales and into its muscle. With rage, the serpent lifted its head and bit off the end of the boat, causing waves to rush from the surface of the water as it fell back in. This time, the armored one was carried into the waters. Though, as the bleeding serpent rushed from the island, an aqua elf swam out and dragged them back to shore.


There, the new inhabitants of the island learned the nature of this person. With her helm removed, she revealed herself to be a Frost Born with golden eyes and hair. She introduced herself as Shalea, a Cleric of the Order of the White Flame. She’d been washed ashore while seeking the island north of the one they were all stranded upon, looking for something known only as The Vault. A plan was hatched for the stranded folk to build boats for them and her to leave for this larger section of land. In trade, Shalea offered to aid in whatever the inhabitants may need, guidance especially.


-OOC-
Spoiler: (click to show/hide)
This is the start of the eventline for The Vault. It will also serve as a means for players to help kick off their own ideas on the server. Should you wish to interact with Shalea/get a big eventline started, feel free to contact me! You can do this either by sending me a DM over discord(meteordragon), or creating a Ticket in the #help-tickets channel of the discord. Happy RPing!
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