Tenebrous is opening its doors again for their second performance night on July 22nd, at 7:30 pm CST @ LB W. 21 P.4 on Balmung!
We want to extend a HUGE thank you to all who showed on our opening night, Nico’to and I were both in tears with the turn out. We’ve always wanted a place where people could come and hang out in a cozy environment, listen to some music and watch Duke make a fool of himself on stage cool performances. Yes.
[[Tenebrous is a 18+ FC OOC and IC, and we require all patrons / performers to be 18+. Performances may include language, sensitive content, and some people might toss their clothes. Burlesque is not required, but not excluded.]]
THAT BEING SAID! Performer Sign-ups are open! Visit >>here<< We currently have 8 spots open!
We look forward to seeing everyone at the Talley!
What a battle to let linger as a pleasant dream in my slumber. I am Senso no Seishin, elder brother to Takara no Hako. I am the spirit of war and battle, second of the Boken no Seishin. I was stirred by members of the Ketsueki Clan eager to stoke the fire of war once again between the Yuki and Ketsueki clans, but I was far from home when I woke.
At first I watched my younger brother parade around as a golden pig eager for treasure and wealth. He took some mortals of a company known as Astral Advent around on several mad jumps throughout Eorzea. Takara no Hako was quite fond of these mortals, giving them loving nicknames and showering them in wealth. The Yuki Clan, those who failed to guard our slumber, had hired the ‘agents’ to help return my brother to slumber, but as I watched they were too kindhearted and let him go mad and turn his lust for treasure into greed.
Once my brother had fallen to his fault, it was my responsibility to intercede on his behalf. I took the Astral Advent to battle and judged their merit. These mortals proved to be acceptable fighters and embodied the drive for battle. When my brother came to his senses to return to his slumber I saw in them as chance for a glorious battle to carry on in my own. However, the Pauper’s Lode in Gyr Abania was far from a good site. It was one of failure… not glory in combat. I gave the Astral Advent my challenge and headed east, back toward my birthplace.
In my travel over the Ruby Sea the howling of a soul desperate for battle caught my ears. Beneath the waves I found the soul of a Garlean soldier deprived of her desire to die gloriously in war. Vanas Kir Titus perished along with the rest of a garlean vessel’s crew on their way to reinforce their comrades in Doma. Their airship was shot down and all aboard and all their magitek found early graves upon the sandy ocean floor.
Unlike her fellow soldiers, her spirit clung to this world unwilling to accept a death were she did not have a chance to fight. A heart such as that cannot be denied and I granted her the means to seek that fight. I bound her soul to the rusted remains of a large magitek reaper and granted her power to carry out her longing. It did not take long for her to begin sinking ship after ship crossing the Ruby Sea. It was a challenge. It was a battle-cry. I knew it was only a matter of time before the sullen soul would find battle once more.
I had not expected it would be the Astral Advent by chance to be the ones who were sent to answer her challenge. Joy for the reunion filled me, and it took patience only normally reserved for my brother to not jump into the fray of men and women. However, the Ruby Sea did not possess the spirit of war I needed to find that battle to offer me pleasant dreams in my slumber. Still, I could not resist testing these mortals. I sent four to battle Vanas Kir Titus’s soul directly while the rest fought her weapon. It was a glorious fight of blood and bone. Many of the Agents nearly fell to the uncompromising will of the Garlean, but in the end in a brilliant explosion of violence and fire, both spirit and body fell silent. Vanas Kir Titus accomplished her desire to fall in battle. Once again, I issued my challenge to the Astral Advent and returned to my journey.
The Azim Steppe…. My birthplace. Here battle and violence was born in this world and here words are second to feats of strength. Here the blood of warriors watered the earth for grass and beasts, which fed each new generation. Here is where I could find a battle worthy enough to slumber once more. The Au Ra, sadly proved far too weak for that. I had hoped to challenge the Sun but the man refused as he did not recognize me as a warrior of the Steppe. The arrogance of such a child was almost amusing, but I remembered how a warrior is born and made my way to Bardam’s Mettle.
Regardless of their failures, the Yuki Clan has ever been shrewd. They could not meet me in battle due to their failure, but since they had discovered the Astral Advent had become entangled with my brother and sister, they once again sought their aid. According to Takara no Hako the Yuki Clan’s blade himself, brother of the head of the family, traveled to the Advent Hall to ask them to meet me in battle and offer them what aid he could. My vessel… my old armor… He offered it to them as a tool to help bring me down. Those terrible drums… those drums that beat the rhythm of the death of war he gave as weapons against me. Though, I suppose without them the mortals would not have had a chance.
Finally, the Astral Advent’s answer to my challenge would be answered.
I forgot… mortals cannot travel so quickly. While I waited, I defeated Bardam’s challenge a hundred times and eventually even the gates would no longer open for me. The Sun would be nothing more than a dying ember if I challenged him, and so I waited. I waited. I waited.
The moment the Astral Advent stepped foot upon the blood fed soil of the Azim Steppe, I could feel my heart beat again. Soon I would have a new vivid dream to keep my slumber steady. I could not help but call out to them and let the very mountains know blood would feed the land once more on that night.
Mortals take a while to get places though.
FINALLY they arrived, with their weapons, their anger, and their lust for battle. I could taste it. I could feel it. I COULD HEAR IT. Their hearts beating in readiness to have steel meet steel, bone break bone, and blood mix with blood as it fed the land. The fire was so tempting I ignored the drummers and the fool with my vessel.
In a ball of fury and feathers my steed and I crashed into the Agents and scattered them like birds. One was defeated on the spot, but the rest quickly took to striking my steed down. Clever mortals, but it did not save them. My fist and my club sang the bloody song of war… until those damn drums.
Their songs were poison to me. The death of war. The death of me. I even tried to kill the drummers, but the damnable Ticklestrong sang his own homeland’s song of battle to strengthen his allies and they stopped my rage. Despite the coward’s song they fought hard and bled me just as I bled them. Lightning, ice, water, fire, blade, fist, ax, fang, and bullet rang against my armour and soul. No doubt they believed the battle was in their favor, but only a fool believes you fight for an end of battle. Their foolishness led to their fall, as one by one I brought them to their knees and crushed their bones. Even an accursed drum fell to my spirit. Then there I stood, victor over all. It was not enough.
I would take my vessel and seek out another battle. The Astral Advent had their chance and now they could wallow in their defeat and blood just as the Yuki Clan. A fool believes a battle is over with their foes fallen. I was a fool.
Mortals are a curious type. Stupid enough to seek peace so they can ‘relax,’ but stubborn enough to continue fighting when they have lost the battle. In what could only be called an child’s desperate flailing, wind, ax, fist, and blade tried to stop me from taking my vessel. I lost an arm and much of my armor… but it was the fangs that stopped me,
No mortal weapon brought me down, but the fangs of an war dog. An animal. It is no surprise. Animals understand the instinctual need for conflict that mortals fight so hard to prevent. I claimed the animal as my own. Though I cannot rob him of his battles in this life… so I shall wait. When his body gives out, he shall join me in my slumber and dreams.
It was a quiet end. But the battle the Astral Advent gave me shall be a vivid dream that shall keep me dreaming until it fades and I stir to find a new battle. Though all who met me in the field of blood fed grass shall long since passed… by time or by my sister.
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Our first Event on Mateus! To celebrate we’ll be giving out over 300,000 gil in prizes, and probably some glamour items.
If you’re interested in our FC, for joining us or for hiring us; please come by or visit our site at the link below to read a little about us and find our discord!
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House Ven’torum cordially invites you to experience the Dance of a lifetime!
On Saturday, February 3rd at six in the evening at the Menagerie in Suramar, Ven’torum will be hosting the: LOVER’S DANCE!
This event will involve games, such as...
-Date Auction
-Mingle Roulette
-Fashion Show (gold prize for the winner)
With entertainment specially brought to you by:
-The Eversong Ensemble (Number 1 Bard College!!!)
&
-Independent Artist: Lisalei
Dress Code: Formal Attire
Before the night ends......
We will be announcing the Lord and Lady of the Dance! (gold + mount prize)
Come join House Ven’torum in basking in all of the, ‘Love in the Air’ on February 3rd! With games and entertainment like that, you don’t want to miss it!
Make Love, Not Warcraft...
(( Please PM Phaeith in game for an invite to the calendar event, and if you, or your Order is interested in being apart of the entertainment, or workforce of the Lover’s Dance!!!
The Astral Agents, under probationary status with the Immortal Flames, were handed a task from the re-budding nation of Ala Mhigo. With the whirlwind series of events which now has the nation in need of supplies for rebuilding and growing, trade routes are vital. Unfortunately recently a particular route seemed to have become a target of preying beasts hoping for an easy meal in the rough environment of Gyr Abania. The Antlion aggression became so intense it forced some native bears to move to the ruins of Bittermill as a new den, which cut off two routes for trade.
Suwan, Khaisan, Reks, and Viktor answered the call for the job, their first task being eliminating the monstrous bears from Bittermill. The group took the beasts off guard and were only forced to slay one of the creatures before the remaining fled with their offspring. Despite the bears treating the hamlet as their den, no convoys had been harmed by the furry residents.
Sadly, once the group continued to location known for Antlion attacks they found the remains of a convoy. The supplies were unharmed and even the dead chocobo and body of the driver were untouched beyond the strikes that slew them. Khaisan and Viktor came to the conclusion it was very odd behavior only moments before the group were attacked from below by withered looking vilekin. The Agents were not quite as lucky as they were with the bears, but only minor injuries were inflicted on the small group.
During the attack, Reks was stabbed by shrapnel of a blade that was inside the antlion. For a moment the Miqo’te felt a pressure trying to guide him to kill, but the overall the presence was far to weak. Once the vilekin were put down, Suwan and Khaisan retrieved four other scimitars that had been skewered into the backs of the antlions. The blades bore aetheric arrays, but otherwise seemed innocuous. The gathered group decided the weapons likely were responsible for the odd behavior of the beasts and returned to the estate with the weapons after dropping off the body of the fallen driver and the supplies back at Castrum Oriens. Director Sarij ordered Reks to lock the weapons away until he could speak to the Immortal Flames and get their orders.
The Astral Advent was still recovering from their skirmishes on the edge of Ala Mhigian lands. A good number of them remained unfit for new work, but work comes regardless. This time it was in the form of a job looking for a ghost of sorts.
Fuyuno Kashin of the Yuki Clan, sent by his Lord Norowareta, arrived at the Advent Hall after meeting with Sarij Rahzersyn and securing a time to present a job to interested members of the company. Rosalinde, Aoki, Sergei, Balthius, Koh’li, Barabaen, and Suwan attended the meeting with the Hingan Roegadyn.
Their guest explained that he was there to hire the Advent to locate and encourage a divine spirit to return to its vessel, a treasure chest. The Yuki Clan guarded a great number of tsukumogami, but a rival to the clan had stolen and important trio, Soul of Adventure, and separated the divine spirits from their vessels. Fuyuno came to the Astral Advent to seek their aid in sating the desire of Takara no Hako to return to its vessel.
Unfortunately, while it was no challenge to locate the spirit, the spirit refused to return to slumber because the Hingan was “boring and no fun.” So, after explaining the situation and acquiring the aid of the present members of the company, Fuyuno sent them off to the Golden Saucer to find the “Box of Treasure” spending its time playing games.
Rosalinde took partial leadership to get the members passage to the Golden Saucer to hunt down a spirit with the only description of ‘out of place’ and ‘having fun.’ The Agents quickly separated and searched the various floors and rooms of the Golden Saucer for the divine spirit. Often, they could hear an odd voice shouting in glee about rewards or annoyance about something being quite ‘boring’ or ‘no fun.’
Eventually, Sergei was able to corner a large armored man who seemed exceedingly interested in games, but before he could get the man to speak the man ran off to an open Gate. Fortunately, that Gate had a queue and the man could not jump into the game immediately. There was enough time for the company members to assemble and make an educated guess that this man was Takara no Hako. To keep the spirit occupied, Balthius challenged it to a game of Triple Triad.
Which he lost. The spirit cleverly picked rules that shifted favor to the spirit despite Balthius’s superior deck. In frustration, the highlander blurted out how he knew the armored man was a ghost. Takara no Hako took great offense and threated the group with a frightening katana. The Astral Advent members immediately tried to calm the spirit down, though for no need as it swiftly became clear it was all an act, and the spirit was merely playing a game.
Shortly after the brief chance of conflict, it was revealed the man in armor was merely a giant golden pig. It took quite a while for Barabaen to cease his laughter. Once matters were settled, the Golden Pig declared they would help it with a mighty hunt for a mighty treasure, but they were not ready for the MIGHTIEST OF MIGHTY treasures so they could do other things first.
The Golden Pig appointed Aoki to be the GREAT PROTECTOR of the group, even offering her his katana, which was more of a great sword for the small Raen woman. Then he appointed Suwan to be the GREAT CARETAKER with a Ring with Rings in it so he could make sure no one was harmed. The Advent members could barely voice approval or disapproval before the Golden Pig “booped” a nose and the whole group were teleported far from the Golden Saucer.
There was little time for them to take in the Azim Steppe when they arrived, there was treasure to be found. Aoki did not enjoy the matter in the slightest when as soon as they began the hunt creatures seemed fixated on her and her sword, but little harm seemed to come to the woman as the Agents dispatched the beasts guarding a great chest. Unfortunately, the rewards did not please the Golden Pig and he repeated the process twice more, once back to the Lochs and then finally to the Peaks where what the Pig was looking for appeared.
A portal to what the Golden Pig described as a world of mighty treasure floated above the treasure found in The Peaks. It did not take long for the Advent members to be pulled into another world. It appeared as if they were on a roulette wheel of sorts that. Each time they spun it they fought horrible beasts, voidsent, and giant… walking turnips? Every successful spin filled the room with more and more treasure, much to the happiness of the Golden Pig.
Eventually, they completed the strange game and were rewarded with pocket and bags full of coin. A few even found strange vases for flowers. Very few wished to linger, Aoki exited the odd treasure world and the horror of battle caught up to her and it did not settle well in her stomach.
Suwan asked the Golden Pig to return them to the Golden Saucer. The spirit relented but asserted that he would not return to his slumber until he had seen the legendary treasure: Pauper’s Prize. In an instant after, the Advent members found themselves back in the yard of Advent Hal with Yukuno inside waiting.
Most of the Agents had some fiery words of the Hingan, between ruined dresses, lack of warning of what the spirit could do, and how they never wanted to be made to do something like that again. Koh’li informed Fuyuno of the spirit’s demand before he would rest again, and Suwan offered any help to help locate the other two and what Takara no Hako wished. Eventually, the Agents said their farewells to the Hingan and collected their pay on top of all the treasure they had gained with the Golden Pig. Though for now, what the Pauper’s Prize was or where it was remained unclear.
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((Thanks to Suwan Berrod and Viktor for Screenshots!))
