For those of you who use the Account Switcher you will notice a new character in red at the bottom of your account.  This is a shared account that we all have access too.  The point of this account is to be able to post NPC/PPC without attaching it to your PCs account like we have been.  This eases the wiki thread calls and we won't need to exclude threads as much.

At the moment any registered user can use the Shared account.  If we see abuse by spam bots or others then we will need to lock down permissions to it but I can do that fairly easy by switching all of us into another group and that we have to either qualify for or be moved into.

Feel free to use or not use it.  

When posting with the account make sure to post the PPC image (or some sort of signature) to indicate which character it is. So we all know who's who.

The account is: Legione Sumus which is latin for we are legion.

I removed some features.

If you find something missing let me know.  And I'll try to enable them again.

I just managed to upgrade the forums to correctly use Account Switcher and a latest and a more secure php version.

If you notice any error messages please post the url of the page and the error message here so I can look into fixing it.

Dorian paced in the lobby of the club house at Pestovo Country Club. He was meeting Christian for the first time since the divorce without Ana.  Christian came to the Country Club only once before and it wasn't as a guest.  He wasn't married to Ana, but he was now known to be her lover.  And Dorian actually found Christian a friend, and he wanted to both remove the stimga people saw around Christian but also show them he, Dorian, had no issues with what had happened.  It was of his design after all.  And most people still didn't know his true reason for the divorce or his life choices.

Christian arrived. "Hey man. I wasn't sure you'd join me."

Christian chuckled. "I thought about standing you up.  Not that I don't wanna hang out."

"I get it."

"I don't think you do. You've always been a part of this world."

Dorian nodded. "It's always an uncomfortable place."  He nodded toward the golf courses.  "You play right?"

"Lore Dearborn is a self-made entrepreneur of considerable worth, who first featured on the Forbes Under 30 list in 2044. She grew up on the Ashurst Estate outside London, alongside controversial figure Damien Oakland, the current Patron of the newly established Dominance IX. Ms. Dearborn studied at Oxford before completing her education overseas, and made her first mark on the business world while interning for luxurious brand Stella Moreau in New York. Her business Second Chances sold to Anastasia Vega of Jivana Industries for an undisclosed amount. In recent months she has been seen in the company of Jessika Thrice, former governor of Texas anticipated to become the first Privilege of IX."

Risha was pissed off at her. Sterling had been ditching school more and more and Risha couldn't come -- she didn't want to lose her academic scholarships or something like that.  Sterling didn't care. She wanted to learn how to channel, and the only place she knew she could do that was at Kalisti.  So that's where she went.  But Nox had been an asshat.  He'd contacted her parents through actual mail, sent them a proposable about learning to channel, and keeping her grades up.  It was bullshit really.  

She could sneak off to the club and learn, but she had to maintain classes online and keep up her grades.  Turnes out that was the easy part.  Channeling wasn't.  It was hard.  And Juls didn't know much more than she did, but Sterling kept at it.  

While he was gone, she started looking out for the twins that Nox had brought to the club a couple of times.  They'd gotten her number from Nox's hacker friend and Sterling spent many days hanging out with them, doing school work.  They liked doing work.  I guess when you didn't go to school it might be.  Sterling hated it, but she helped them out.  

And they had so much freedom, Sterling enjoyed spending time with them at the church they currently called home. There were a bunch of people there. Sterling tried to ignore the smell.  It didn't bother the twins.

Today they were playing a rather rousing game of hide and seek in the Church.  Kenzie was it.  Morgan insisted she knew the best hiding places and dragged Sterling after her.  "Come on, she's gonna be done in a minute.  She always cheats." 

Sterling laughed.  "Says the girl who counts by twos."

Morgan blushed, but pulled Sterling down and into a hole which they both had to crawl through.  They still weren't hiding when Kenzie called out "Ready or not!  Here I come!

A devastating fire engulfed the opulent Blackthorn mansion in the prestigious Garden District, leaving the community in shock and mourning. The blaze, which consumed the entire estate, claimed the lives of many members of the esteemed Blackthorn family, including the patriarch Ambrose and his wife Eleanor, their sons Reginald and Octavius, as well as Cedric and Charlotte. Among the victims were also their children Percival, Ambrose, and Octavius, along with the former heir to the family fortune, Edmund.

Miraculously, most of the children survived the inferno. Victoria, the sole surviving daughter of Cedric and Charlotte Blackthorn, emerges as the new heir to the vast Blackthorn fortune. In addition to Victoria, the foster children of the Blackthorn family were mostly spared, except for young Ethan Williams. The three daughters of Maximilian – Arabella, Seraphina, and Genevieve – also survived the tragedy.

The fire not only ravaged the mansion but also caused the structure to sink into the ground, leaving nothing but ashes and rubble. Authorities suspect foul play in the incident, but the extent of the damage has left no evidence to examine. As the investigation continues, the community is left grappling with the loss and the mystery surrounding this devastating event.

[[Continued from Wild Heart]]

Tenzin fell easily into the routine of travel, a soothing aid for the confusion still in her aching heart, and a good distraction for her human worries. She had not truly realised how stifling she found the city until she left it. The freedom lifted her lungs with a breath of joy, but it did not remedy the hollow she carried inside now. A reminder of what had been left behind. 

A reminder of what might have been irretrievably lost.

Back in Leh they had lived communally in the monastery, but many years of solitary living had passed since then. At heart Tenzin was a nomad, used to her own company and content to run with her brethren when she could. She’d lived on the wild edges, focused by the hunt to which she pledged her life and energies, and enlivened by the companionship of the wolves who called her sister. There had been no discontent in that old life. When she needed it she sought the succour of human company in the rural lands where elders still knew something of the rākṣasa hatyārā’s work, and treated her with distant kindness. These pangs of loneliness were new. It felt strangely like the grief she had lived through after Silver’s death.

The wolves guided, and she followed the trail they left for her. They did not use the human names for places, but Tenzin was accustomed to interpretation of their shared language and how to use it to navigate the journey. The new packs she encountered found it an unusual delight, how fluently she aligned with them without becoming lost to herself, as so many of the kin still did. The excited ripple of Star Dancer comes that went ahead of her, especially amongst the pups, made her smile for the welcome received.

Once in the dream she met an old wolf, older than Silver, with a far more cantankerous tongue. She sat at his paws, hands on her knees, to accept his wisdom and direction. Then, towards the end of her journey she was greeted by a springy, half-grown pup whose excited sendings identified him as one of Chase’s brood. By then her waking body was close to her destination.

Ayden was working her shift at the diner when a man in a black suit and sunglasses walked in. She'd never seen him before and he was too clean to be a resident or even a visitor. That should have been her first clue.  He sat down at one of her tables and put his sunglasses down on the table.

She grabbed her pad from  her pocket and approached him.  His eyes looked up and she could have sworn he recognized her as someone who he knew. But she didn't know this man.  She would remember him.  He smiled at her. "I'll have a coffee, cream, no sugar." He paused then his smile turned dark. "Anne."

Ayden's face went white. That was not her name -- it hadn't been her name for many years. It wasn't even close.  "I'm sorry, we are out of coffee." she said without letting him know she was panicking on the inside.  Someone found me.  Holy fuck!  We have to leave.

"That's alright. I'll take the #1 special and a chocolate milk shake. And then you'll come sit down and have a little chant with me. Chastity."

Fuck! He knew more than he should! 

"Right.  I'll get that right in." She said with a waiver in her voice.  This was going to go badly.  What the fuck!

Ayden put the order in and then went into the back room to call her husband... While still officially it still felt weird.  Her name was Nikki and she was married to Josh.   

Connor picked up and Ayden didn't even wait for him to say hello.  "Someone found me. Start packing, we need to go." She hung up quickly and made her way out to the front "I'm going to take a break." She told the girl up front and then went to sit down with the man who knew too much.