If you would like to play, please register an account and notify us through Discord.
Please check out our wiki for additional resources.
https://wiki.antarok.net/
You can find our Discord below:
https://discord.gg/JQJ7QfkDVV
Understand that we are currently in a playtest through the end of 2024, meaning you are welcome to play and earn experience, but there might be sweeping changes before the full site launch in 2025.
Makt arrived to his Master's business just like he did most every day. He was dressed in simple black clothes with his spear strapped across his back. He bore a tired expression, only since his Master was nowhere in sight. He waved to another faelnir, who held out a piece of paper for him.
He skimmed it, then he looked around. According to this note, he was supposed to assist a Rakshasa. He would have thought it a joke if he didn't know better. He'd never seen one and a part of him didn't even know for certain that such creatures were real. He felt uncomfortable, as he couldn't remember any stories where there was a pleasant outcome from their presence.
In any case, he took a seat and waited for this visitor to arrive, or if they were already there, he would introduce himself to them. He'd say, "Hello, my name is Makt and my Master has commanded me to help you in any way you need."
Mæve had obtained the permission she needed to hunt a Mæntyger from Græntún, and weeks prior she had prepared the necessary Spheres of Gristle to that affect. Now she was to meet with a Fælnir slave which ad been proferred to her as a capable mage, and she had paid handsomely to benefit from the safety he would bring to such a dangerous hunt.
Though Mæve was not frightened of a Mæntyger, there were other things that lived in the jungle, far more insidious and dangerous. She would do well to prepare, and so here she was.
A pair of cats arrived by way of the sky, trailed by a cloud of ravens soaring behind and encircling above like a blackened fog blotting out the suns rays in the window. Hundreds squawked their admiration, many of them dispersing throughout the town to listen and spy for Mæve, a network of birds relaying her orders between them.
"This is the place, then?" Otso the little lynx standing on two legs asked.
"It would appear so," Mæve replied.
. . .
Allowed inside by the servants, Maeve floated ahead as Otso walked beside her. They were guided to a room with an odd-looking Fælnir, and Maeve read his Metaphorics as their eyes met, tilting her head. Imber, Aether. Powerful connotations which left her immediately guarded for the possibility he might be a Deep One.
"Mæve Ævergreen," Maeve quietly replied to the human, outing herself as a Dragon. Floating up to the table until her paws sat square upon it, she gave a sniffing twitch of her nose at the air about him; Otso remained politely by the door. "You will be assisting me in the subjugation of a Mæntyger," she informed him immediately. "You are there to protect me not from my quarry, but from unforeseen dangers."
"We will depart soon; which Arcana are you proficient with?"
Makt was surprised to see an actual cat floating through the air. So, the stories had been true regarding their appearance. He looked at her almost as curiously as she looked at him. A link established, which might have allowed him to pick up on some of the cat's emotions, though he wouldn't be keen on influencing them. He soon stopped himself though. He was used to linking to those that weren't aelves – it was such a reflexive thing to do at this point in his life… but on second thought, he didn't think it wise in this case.
He linked to Otso as well, after turning his eyes towards him, but he didn't have time to prod around in his head as Maeve had begun to speak.
"I am honored to meet you, dragon," he said, though his confusion would be visible. This cat did not look like a dragon, though he was aware that they could technically look like a great many things. "A Maentyger, hmm, yes, I think those can be found nearby. I've never seen one before, but I hear they're quite dangerous."
Realizing he was probably talking too much, he shut his mouth and bowed his head slightly, "I understand. I am ready to leave whenever you are ready. I can use fulgur and zephyr. I can apparate as well, though it is not my strong suit." There was a poorly patched up hole on his shirt which would probably be a good indicator of his ability to create tendrils.
