'Souls RPG
2020 Yearbook
Never Look Back, Never Give Up  

Salsola

Salsola The third year in the reign of the fearsome queen, Boss Elphaba Revlis (first of her name), rose grimly through fire and brimstone and ash. The dreaded Curse of the Sanctum that had brought so much suffering and strife upon Salsola's rich fields found its scapegoat in the form of a stray group of wanderers. Tethered to the narrative by the wily interventions of the pack's very own Erilaz, the Larue clan spent their last hours upon this earth hostage to the great wroth of Salsola. One among them, framed to fill the role the most hated curse-bringer villain, was fed to the flames in a final act of cleansing. With this sacrifice made and vengeance wrought, the Thistle Kingdom found itself at last free of the cold grip of the Curse of the Sanctum.

In the aftermath of this great justice came an age of peace, marked at once by celebration. The pack's great Saturnalia festival, postponed through season's end, was ushered in to return much-needed mirth to the still reeling kingdom populace. Though the pack's stores and cellars had suffered with a marked lack of prosperity through the late harvest, luckily, this dearth was offset with plentiful wines, ales, and brews to lighten the mood. The mute servant, Silas del Morte, was bestowed the great honor of acting as The Lord of Discord for the celebration - much to the wry amusement of many.

In peacetimes, Salsola's strength was lent to the noble pursuit of securing a political alliance with newcomers to the mainland, New Caledonia. This fledgling civilization showed enough promise that Salsola's queen, in her notable 'benevolence', saw fit to endow them with gifts a-plenty - securing a lasting debt that would tie their loyalty and prosperity firmly to our own.

The hardships of the year were hardly finished with the breaking of the curse, however, for now it was nature's turn to remind Luperci of her omnipotence in all things. Whilst Salsola might lay claim to control over the minds of many men, it is only a god who might declare power over the chaos of the land itself. First, nature scorned all with a frigid blizzard, and then the ground bucked beneath her hand. The earthquakes lay waste to many of the old dilapidated structures in the pack's claim of southern Amherst, and even a number of sturdier buildings were damaged by the shaking and rumbling deep beneath the soil. Luckily, Salsolans are used to the cruelty of the elements, and weathered these blows with resilience and a mind on how to turn them in Salsola's favor - so, too, with the peculiar unearthly plague flowers, and the plague doctors who came first to herald them.

In the aftermath of nature's wreckage, business as usual reigned on high. The kingdom constructed a notice board for ease of passage for goods and services throughout the realm, as well as a root cellar for better storage in preparation of any further famines. An economically-minded neutral trading market, deemed the Marketplace, was established in the territory's northern reach. To guard the mountain pass that allowed access to it, the Queensgate Garrison was formed, and manned at all times by guards selected from Director Valentine's finest soldiers. So too with this prosperity came the boon of children, with litters born in spring and early summer.

Like a blossom in springtime, trade once more began to flourish, guided by the canny hands of a young Partisan, Clementine Salcedo. Outpost Expeditions were established with some regularity to broaden the reach of prosperity in Portland and beyond. The notable deaths and disappearances within Salsola itself are kept quiet. While one murder remains unsolved, the culprit of another -- Symre Rask -- is exiled and named a Pentiti. Danger, it seems, lingers close indeed.

As the year draws to a close, Salsola turns its eyes greedily upon the future. What boons await, ripe for the plucking? Will this fragile peacetime last, given The Thistle Kingdom's clouded history of war and ruin?

Only time will tell, as the fourth year of our red-eyed Boss' reign dawns crimson and gold on the horizon...

Argive Hemlock

(Favorite Thread)

“He has a peculiar set of tastes though. Most find these to be terrible in flavor. I wouldn’t add it to any dish of mine normally unless I had a particular hatred for someone.” He winked at Pontifex as if giving her a secret to keep up her sleeve.

Art by Songbird

Azalea Eternity

(Favorite Thread) (Mature)

“What is dark within me, illumine.”

Art by SgtRayFox

Brocade Valentine

(Favorite Thread)

Art by Nina

Casimir Soul

Evil Kermit / Good Kermit (with Lyra Salcedo)

Casimir stood back, a look of genuine confusion crossing his face. "Why do you care if I'm a real man?" He asked.

Art by San

Clementine Salcedo

Most Likely to Sleep With the Boss For a Promotion

(Favorite Thread)

Art by San

Coaxoch B. Ulrich

(Favorite Thread) (Mature)

"I love you, too, Bunbun."

Art by Songbird

Dirge L. Trombetta-Ulrich

(Favorite Thread) (Mature)

I can't be the only one here,
My path always guides me, there's nothing to fear

Art by Wolico

Eden de le Ulrich

Biggest Heart

(Favorite Thread)

I'm worried 'bout the future, future
Ain't fuckin' with that past shit baby

Art by Felidre

Elphaba Revlis

Most Likely to Star in a Musical About Themselves

(Favorite Thread) (Mature)

Salsola needed the Law to have teeth and claws. Without the threat of punishment, how could there be any semblance of control?

Art by Alaine

Grievous Eternity

(Favorite Thread)

Grievous, though he would never admit it, spoiled the girls beyond reasonable expectations. He loved them in a way which cast a rosy hue over all they said and did, even to the point of deception. Idrieus, luckily, was wiser than her husband and, united, they established their own rule of law within their home.

Art by Marirbu

Idrieus Eternity

(Favorite Thread)

It's down to you
It's down to me
Did you every really think that I'd become
Someone you'd call your enemy?

Art by Nat

Kamari Kaiser

(Favorite Thread)

The Shadow took in a breath and let it out, regaining control. “You look nice too tonight, even if it’s not up to your usual flair,” smirked teasingly up at him. She made a mocking sweep down his chest and back up. “Didn’t want to outdo your uncle on his big day?”

Art by Songbird

Khalifa D'Angelo

(Favorite Thread)

I smell a breeze in the morning
I feel your presence, it's warming
I paid attention to warnings
But we were too caught up in transforming

Art by Gen

Krios Revlis

(Favorite Thread)

He told her about life with Kamari, about the ache in his chest, about how he wished they had been more fortunate. He told her how he felt lost without his family, without the guidance of his ambition. He did not know what he wanted and what he could do, so he lamented to her.

Art by Despi

Lyra Salcedo

Evil Kermit / Good Kermit (with Casimir Soul)

(Favorite Thread)

Better was a safe and true answer—nothing was ever enough for Lyra, never rested on plateaus of good or bad. It was a strange generosity she afforded the world, one that equally implied her approval of progress and her dissatisfaction with it. She expected all things to be striving for improvement.

Art by San

Morrow Larue

(Favorite Thread)

It was all fun and games, after all. All fun and games.

Art by Alaine

Odalis Amaranthe

(Favorite Thread) (Mature)

Art by Kiri

O'Riley Eternity

Most Likely to Know How to Hide or Find a Body

(Favorite Thread) (Mature)

Was that all it was, then? The destruction of everything that was lesser than, everything boring and basic? There were so many people in the world who seemed like they deserved to be put into this category of things. Was it even possible for someone to compare to a god? Did all that matter to creatures of higher authority and violence was that people never, ever, became boring?

Art by Mel

Raito Ulrich

(Favorite Thread) (Mature)

"You should herd, Spartacus. You like to run." Raito insisted to his brother as he held a hand out and nodded lightly to the other, a wide grin appearing on Raito's maw as he looked at the other Borzoi male, trying to be convincing to his older brother.

Spartacus grabbed Raito by his -pretty little shirt-, and he pulled the male closer to where their faces were only inches apart.

Art by Nandolicious @ FA

Sanguine Valentine

(Favorite Thread)

Art by Songbird

Silas del Morte

Just Kiss Already! (with Aidan Blacksun)

(Favorite Thread) (Mature)

I was born poor, I'll probably die poor
Was born with nothing and I'll die with less
Hearing you singing's got me singing too
It keeps me dreaming, all I dream is you

Art by Alaine

Spartacus Simone Ulrich

(Favorite Thread) (Mature)

"Since when do -I- need an invitation to see my friend?"

Art by Gen

Symre Rask

Most Likely to Say, "I'm Sorry, You're Fine, Please Don't Tell Mom"

(Favorite Thread)

"Shut up and let this happen."

Art by Nina

Tattersall Valentine

(Favorite Thread)

Deception – which was what his father was trying to teach him – was something that thrummed among the heartbeat of Salsola. For Tattersall and his sisters, this would become as familiar to them as laughter. To survive among snakes, one needed to flow with the rest of the pit. Cunning and secrecy were what kept them alive.

Template by Kiri

Till Van Ulrich-Lykoi

(Favorite Thread) (Mature)

Nothing Remains, and she is no different.
If the Gods took her from me, then they had reason.
But doesn't the Sun Rise at the End of Every Night?

Art by Wolico + Jmonster collab

Velimir Voronin

Art by Songbird

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