Eos: Revisited.

@urize showed me a super cool theme, so I did some pretty big page updates while I put it in. Hopefully everything’s easier for you all to access and read.

Hammerhead was everything it was supposed to be, and yet Prompto was left feeling like it was everything but. He knew the reason was that his friends weren’t there, there weren’t any answers there, no real purpose given to him. But it was bright, it was alive, and everyone was in such a happy state of shock over the sudden change that he couldn’t help but feel emboldened by their spirit as well. But it all felt dry, forced, something was always missing. There was a constant niggling at the back of his mind, a whisper of a name. Noctis.

The sun cresting over the horizon line begins to seep through the windows, illuminating the dust particles that had settled into the air of Fenestala Manor. Before the dawn had come what must have been a week ago now, Ravus had thought little of it. Now, every morning, he watches the sunrise with the same awe and disbelief he had the first time. He feels hope. Then the guilt. It overcomes him completely. Lunafreya and Noctis had given everything for this. It may have been their duties, yes, but they gave everything for it regardless-- and here he is, honoring their sacrifices by locking himself up in an abandoned mansion in Tenebrae. The initial glimmer of hope is there, it doesn’t go away, but it’s shrouded by fear. He knows he should leave, go to one of the major centers and try and do something, anything.

I am...confused to be quite honest, dear anon.

FC’s aren’t needed as it’s a discord based roleplay, we don’t have to worry about icons or gifs or any of the complications of formatting. It’s all about the writing and having fun.As for reserving a character, I hadn’t quite thought about doing that on here as we haven’t had enough interest shown yet for there to be multiple people looking at the same character at once. But...sure. I would happy to consider reserving him for a time if you’d like to message me! We can discuss it in DMs.

“So, what’s your plan if your glasses break?” 

“I’ve got another pair, just in case.” 

“Haha!  The man always has a plan!” 

The man, Ignis Scientia, always had a plan.

Well… almost always. 

This is super exciting. @agentbb8 has now joined us as the writer for Ignis! The application we received from him was absolutely stunning and we’re so excited to have you as a part of the group now.

Ifrit

Leviathan

Libertus Ostium

Loqi Tummelt

Luche Lazarus

Gentiana | Open

Without the Oracle, without the King, without the Accursed, and without her beloved Ifrit, she is left to wonder what’s next for her. Fully shedding her role as Shiva, adopting the guise of Gentian entirely, she is stepping back into the world with her head held high and a sense of hope in her heart. Despite the suffering that was caused to bring them to this point, she knows the new world forming will be one full of light and she wants to be a part of it. A true member this time, as one of the people. But what will that mean for her?

Returning to Eos despite everything that had happened was hard for her, she’d always held a deeper love for the people of this world than the other Gods had. Watching their world crumble around them had been almost as devastating in its own way. Seeing their pain, their constant struggle to even simply survive. It had been enough to bring her to tears time and time again. But with the rise of the sun came a sense of peace.

They were being given another chance, a chance to move on without the tampering of the Gods in their lives. This was their time to build a world for themselves, the way they wanted it to be. The way they needed it to be. And she would be there to watch every step of the way, silently cheering on the people she loved so dearly.

But it’s hard to break old habits. Will she be able to stay out of it enough to simply watch? Or will she cave into the need to help and only hinder their progress?

Dave Auburnbrie is being removed from the list of potential characters, solely because neither of us can seem to think of a way to integrate him into the story and it still makes sense and fit what we know about him.

Dino Ghiranze is also being temporarily put on the backburner and pending potential removal as well. I hope to come up with something for him though.

One of the main concerns I’ve been hearing is the level of expectation of activity within the group. I want to make it super super clear, this isn’t supposed to be stressful. We all have lives outside of Tumblr, outside of discord. There’s enough responsibility resting on us on a day to day basis, we don’t need to make it worse with something as unimportant as roleplaying.

This isn’t intended to be something super high-strung and intense, the only people who should feel like they have any level of “work” on them are the mods, maybe the content creators if they really want to get crazy with it.

But the writers are supposed to come in and have fun, no more, no less.

All we ask is one post at least every 3 days. The post requirements are only 2 paragraphs, which is only 5-7 sentences each. Some of us may be free to go back and forth in a thread, some of us may be able to put out 5 paragraphs sometimes. But that doesn’t mean everyone has to be able to do that.

We would absolutely love for people to have the time to be more consistently active, but no one is going to ask you to push yourself or to put your life on hold. Relax, have fun, and get lost in the world of Eos with us. That’s all we want.

Cor Leonis | Open

He’s outlived two of his Kings now, two men he cared for deeply, two men who he’d gladly give his life to bring back if he could. Two men who he truly believed deserved far better than the lives they’d been given. It was a thought that tore through him, that ached deep in his bones, but he couldn’t let it get to him now. He still had a duty to uphold, even if his Kings no longer lived, he swore an oath to stand by them, to not only protect them but to protect the way of life they’d guided their people through. But could he still find the strength in himself to carry on? Or has Cor The Immortal finally found the thing to break him?

The break of dawn should have been a celebration, and for so many it was. Feeling the sun again for the first time, watching the colors change in the sky, hearing the rustle of a breeze on the wind that didn’t carry any distant growls...it should all feel like a blessing. But he only stood there and felt the rush of hot tears running down his cheeks. He stood there and cried silently, and he didn’t know how long it lasted, he only knew it went until he couldn’t anymore.

He wiped his face, and he turned to rejoin his men, the remaining Crownsguard and Kingsglaive members who’d stayed behind with him in Insomnia. They would want to leave, want to find their families again and share in this moment of happiness while they could. But all he could think about was all the life that had been lost to get them to this point, all he could see was the broken bones of the city he’d grown up in, the remains of a life he’d never know again.

Even as they’d leave, crossing over the bridge to make their way to Hammerhead, he felt a heaviness inside him that he’d been fighting back for years. Ever since he heard the news of Regis’ death. For so long he’d still been so wrapped up in his duty he’d never given himself a moment to take it in, to let it settle, and now it was staring him in the eyes and demanding he look at it. Demanding he acknowledge it, demanding that he feel it.

The only question was could he handle it, or had he held it in too long? He’d find out soon enough.

A heavy weight has rested itself on his shoulders, making it impossible for him to truly focus on anything. Will he crumble under it or will he persevere through this as he has everything else in his life?

Bahamut | Open

The god has been left to simply watch as the people of Eos try to rebuild without their King, his presence is all but forgotten, the truth of the prophecy spreading across the world and tainting his name on the tongues of man. Will he remain truly hidden, has he finally learned his lesson in meddling in the affairs of humans?

Not much can be said on Bahamut’s role to play in all of this, so little is left unknown outside the prophecy, secrets held close to the god’s chest. But one thing is for certain, guilt is something entirely new to him, a creeping sensation that clawed at him only after he watched the life leave the Chosen King. He’d cursed a man to sacrifice himself to fix his own mistakes, and he’d simply stood by and watched while it happened, twisting the truth to paint the Accursed as the only true villain. 

Sitting alone, feeling his strength waning as he slipped slowly from the thoughts and prayers of the people he once looked down on, he finally began to understand, to see the truth of what he’d done. He has the chance to do something now to make up for it but will he take it? Will he help the people of Eos for their benefit instead of his own? Or will he sink into the shadows, lost with the scourge that had been cast from the world?

Only time will tell.

New Promos are currently in the works, I know I’ve been quiet but I’ve been ever vigilant!

Things to know:

Recently a sideblog was created for the use of promos, that way we can keep this page clear and easily accessible while still sharing with the rest of the world that we’re here. You can find this blog here, remember reblogs of promos are appreciated even if you’re not active in the group yourself.

Our writers and I have been working on writing out something for our characters to give you all a glimpse of what you might see in the server, it’s just a little taste of our writing abilities but I hope you’ll enjoy them.

Iris Amicitia | Open.

Iris had thought the World of Ruin was when she blossomed, it was a dark time, a rough world to live in but she’d grown in ways she didn’t think she ever could before things had changed for the worse. But was that it for her, did she peak when the world was at it’s lowest only to crash with the rise of the sun? Or would she be able to find a way to change with the planet?

She’d wanted nothing more than to stand up and fight from the very beginning, it was in her blood, it was who she was. She couldn’t just sit by and watch as everyone she loved was hurt trying to fight this curse, but she’d been unable to do anything. Her brother was determined to protect her, to keep her as far from the fighting as he could, going so far as to leave her behind entirely. She didn’t blame him, she wouldn’t ever hold it against him because he thought he was doing what was best for her. But all he’d done was delay the inevitable.

The moment he was too far to have a say she made her move, and she was like a wildfire, dangerous and powerful and entirely out of control. The fall of the sun and the never-ending darkness claiming the world was the only thing that calmed her, centered her on a single task. She worked closely with Cindy and her hunters, taking on the role as her second in command and one of the fiercest hunters they had. She often was sent out on distant missions though, her skills needed in a harsher territory as the daemons seemed to avoid Hammerhead and Lestallum, collecting in pockets across the world though.

She’d grown so comfortable in this new world order that the rise of the sun had felt like more of a slap in the face than anything else had. Suddenly her purpose was ripped out from under her, her Prince--no her King dead, and her brother nowhere to be found. She didn’t know what to do, what to think. Lost and confused she made her way to Lestallum hoping that she might just find the answers there.

But what could there possibly be for her now? Everything was changing and she was being left behind clinging to a darkness that she’d quickly come to know as home.

Will this be her chance to get away from the fire burning within her, or would it overtake her and push her to seek shelter in a new darkness?

Cindy Aurum | Open.

With the world practically coming down around her, and Cid’s health declining she’d been left to wonder what it was that she could do to truly help anymore. It was Cid’s idea to open up the shop and turn it into a headquarters for the Hunters but she was the one who made sure it happened. It gave her something to do, and suddenly she had a new calling. But how well would that transfer over into this new world? Or would she go right back to what she loved and leave it to the others?

Noctis disappearance had honestly left Cindy a bit thrown for a loop, she’d been kept better informed than most since she worked on the Regalia so often but they’d all vanished off the grid for a while there and she was left watching from a distance with everyone else. She’d never in her life expected to see the others wandering back into Hammerhead without their Prince, surely that only meant the worst.

But that wasn’t the case and though she’d been relieved to hear the truth it was rather shortlived, she had to watch as the friends drifted, going their separate ways over the years as darkness claimed the world. She wanted to blame it on the curse on this planet but she knew better. They’d all come back eventually though, a small gleam of hope at least.

So she adapted, doing what she had to, to help keep Eos in one piece until he returned, but as the years dragged on it got harder and harder. Cid was one of the only things that kept her going most days, he never let her get down on herself, never let her give up. He pushed and pushed and she kept her head held high because of it. If not for him she didn’t think she would have greeted Noctis on his return to Hammerhead after those 10 long years. She doubted she’d even still be there honestly.

But even that moment came and went so quickly, the rise of the sun felt tainted somehow, something felt off by his last words to her. She’d soon learn that they truly were his last words, and though the rise of the sun was a blessing sorely needed, what came with it was only more hardship. Was she ready to keep pushing through this, or would this finally be what pushed her to quit?

Can Cindy find it in herself to keep fighting after all this time, can she push through the exhaustion of carrying that weight for so long? Or will she crumble beneath it?

Aranea Highwind | Open.

The only thing Aranea was truly certain of now as she watched the sunrise, was that things had to change. She could already sense that things were about to take a turn for the worse, people would want to go back to the old ways, they’d want someone to take responsibility and assume the throne. But she’d already stood by and watched the disaster that caused in this world, will she find it in her to step forward and make the changes needed herself? Or will she stand aside and watch again, hoping someone else might see the truth?

After her last encounter with the Prince and his friends, Aranea had essentially disappeared off the grid. She didn’t want to become any more involved in the turmoil between Niflheim and Lucis, it wasn’t her war to fight, she was only there for the money. It was a job she’d quickly learned was pushing it even for her grey sense of morality. She didn’t want to have anything to do with it, she didn’t think she could handle having this endless night on her conscience. But it was too late for that, she’d done her part and though she knew now that the curse was the true cause she still felt she carried some of the blame.

She had years to reflect on it, to decide what she wanted to do, who she wanted to be. She didn’t want to continue this life, she didn’t want to continue avoiding the big decisions and hoping they’d just happen to play out in her favor. It wasn’t long before she found where Cor was collecting the Crowsnguard and remaining Glaives, offering her services free of charge the second she’d gotten through to speak to him. The people were skeptical at first, but she proved herself worthy and quickly became an important member of the group. But it was hard to keep her planted in one place long.

Her services made better use while out saving the people, she often followed scouting parties, wandered between refugee camps as a guide as well as a guard. It was all she could do, all she felt comfortable doing but to her, it never quite felt like it was enough. Something was missing, there was something more she needed to do, there was more that this world deserved from her as recompense.

But would she be able to figure it out before it was too late?

Despite her contributions to the World of Ruin, Aranea is still looked down on in the new dawn, seen as an “other”, a traitor almost. If she decides to make a stand it’s going to be hard for her to get through to anyone. Is it worth the energy anymore, or will she accept that this is out of her hands?

Gladiolus Amicitia | Open.

The moment he was separated from his friends he tried to find them, with their King gone and the darkness banished from this world they were the only people he wanted to walk away from it with. Unable to find them though he promised himself that once things had settled down he would put everything aside to find them again. Had they truly made it out safely though, or was it only his wishful thinking?

Gladio had followed his same mantra the moment Noctis had disappeared into the Crystal, protect the Crown, protect the people, and fulfill the prophecy. His work didn’t end just because he could no longer see the man he was supposed to protect. So he continued on, he’d help in Lestallum, Hammerhead, help to train the recruited Crownsguard members, and take on hunts. Anything he could to not only busy himself but to also ensure that when Noctis did join them again he’d come back to a world ready to help him finish this.

But as the time passed his conviction waned, and it started to feel like the only reason he did it was because there simply was nothing else left for him now. The only perk of the way things were was that he could spend more time with his sister finally. She terrified him with how quickly she learned and adapted to the darkness that encased the world, but he was glad to see it didn’t taint her the way it had so many. That smile never faltered, and that was what kept him going more than his duty to his King.

When Noctis returned and the battle with Ardyn was waged and won, bringing an end to the 10 year run of darkness, Gladio thought maybe this was it. This would be his moment to finally feel as if he’d achieved something as if he’d given his father a reason to be proud, that he’d earned the right to be an Amicitia. But his King died, the sun rose, and the feeling never came.

Wandering away from the rubble of Insomnia, unable to find those he cared about most in this world, he kept going merely because he thought there was no other option for him now. He’d return to Hammerhead first, see if there was any work for him, and from there likely wander from place to place and help as was needed, it was as if the only thing that changed was that the sun shined on him, but the darkness still found it’s way to grip the world.

Would this be his life from now on, or would he be able to find that conviction in him again?

With the sun in the sky and the people of Eos gathering again, trying to decide where this world would go from here, Gladio’s left with an important task. To determine for himself who he would be now, and would that benefit the growth of Eos, or would it hinder any progress they’d try to make?