Feel, and entreat with death.
Upon touching the card with intent, you find yourself drifting off into a dark place. A place without light, without reason, without understanding.A voice lilts across the sea of ceaseless empty like a cacophony of souls.
"When do the shadows cease their pretense?"
The Dahlia

"After dark, The Dahlia welcomes that which is unwelcome."
The Tenants
1. This venue is strictly 21+ IC (In Character) and 18+ OOC (Out of Character).
2. This is a Mature RP space, don't be surprised to see darker themes occasionally.
3. Keep extreme Dark RP topics out of publicly visible chats.
4. Keep OOC conversation to a minimum and in ((parenthesis)) or [[brackets]].
5. Treat others with courtesy, disrespectful conduct will not be tolerated.
6. Respect the privacy of others, do not share private information without consent.
7. Do not bring disruptive characters or do anything that is disruptive to the immersion of other players.
8. Lalafell are welcome, however, outfits should be strictly SFW, and are forbidden from ERP.
9. Follow instructions from staff members at all times. Failure to comply may result in a ban.
10. Above all, enjoy your time here! We hope you make unforgettable memories!
[[ Do you agree to the rules and confirm you are at least 18 years of age? ]]
You have been banished from the The Dahlia."LEAVE NOW."
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⚠️ Content Warning ⚠️
"The Dahlia" engages in mature heavy RP. However, you may occasionally encounter darker themes. Remember that your consent and the consent of others is always paramount. Please be considerate of others when engaging in dark RP. Keep extreme themes out of publicly visible chats.You are responsible for what you see.
You find yourself carried through the sea of endless darkness to a dim-lit hallway that beckons you with a current of temptation to fall into the nothing.A feminine voice layered with dissonance whispers...
"Speak your desire."
[[ ABOUT ]]
[[ MENU ]]
[[ STAFF ]]
[[ BUSINESS ]]
The Dahlia
Crystal | Goblin | Goblet | Ward 18 | Plot 30
SCHEDULEEvery other Saturday morning from 2:00am to 6:00am EST
Every other Friday night from 10:00pm to 2:00am EST
See our discord for specified opening dates.
PlayerSync • Lightless
SSID: DemonsReverie
PASS: LucidDreaming
What our tags mean:

In-Character

Staff

Violent Consent
- VIOLENT CONSENT -Usage of the green (LFP) tag implies a consent to unsanctioned violence, you are in the grey, and you may be asked to take any fights to the cage. Do not use this tag if you do not consent to your character being hurt. As always, if you're not sure? Ask! Consent is paramount. Do not impose extreme topics or permanent changes to a character without a player's consent!
Feel, and entreat with death.
As the words, "The Dahlia," are leaving your lips, you find yourself consumed with visions of the meek and suffering. The vision produces the shadowy silhouette of a king who appears to be admonishing a criminal in a gaol. A bandit stealing the goods of an innocent traveling merchant. A powerful warrior purchasing chattel to rescue them and sculpt them into something greater. Over and over the visions manifest as different injustices on opposing ends of a proverbial pendulum.The voice speaks as the visions continue.
"So, you wish to know our purpose...""The Dahlia is an answer to the tyranny of those who would drown the world in their narrow perceptions, standing between the forsaken and the ruinous without discrimination. It is more than just a place, it is the manifestation of an idea. The Dahlia offers protection and opportunity to those who would be admonished by that which falls prey to delusions of grandeur. Those who would bestow upon themselves a false sense of apotheosis, believe they are righteous, when in truth, neither good nor evil are without bias. It is only through the esoteric thousand-faceted lens, through sonder, that we recognize the true absence of such ideals. One may claim to know what is wrong, yet through the eyes of another, harbors wrongness all the same. Neither righteous nor baleful shall find shelter with The Dahlia, only those who seek to entreat with death, the only universal truth, for in entropy and dust, all are brought level."
Feel, and entreat with death.
With the mention of dossiers, you're presented with a vision of varying individuals standing before each other, speaking in hushed tones, dancing, fighting, and making quiet exchanges. Their actions speak of who they are.
Management Dossiers
Draezha Obscura

Dierdren Nightwish

Galtaner Sontago

Roxxy Revelle

• Knight Carnifex
• Proprietress
• Ember Commander
• Medic & Security
• Knight Commander
• Bartender & Liason
• Knight Praesul
• Security
Talver Njovikson

Wulfleia Brynjulf

• Knight Captain
• Security & Intelligence
• Knight Commander
• Security & Liason
Staff Dossiers
Aylin Orchid

A'zya Lilyblossom

Bolow Santosi

Dahlia

• Nightshade
• Knight Captain
• Nightshade
• Nightshade
• Knight
• Security
Izreha Synharis

Jihyo Yeon

Livelle Amari

Lucius Forester

• Knight Captain
• Nightshade
• Veilguard
• Nightshade
• Knight
• Security
• Ember Commander
• Veilguard
Miyabi Ziyal

Nya'talia Ripclaw

• Nightshade
• Stage Director
• Nightshade
Feel, and entreat with death.
As you speak of "Business," you find your mind sifting through a web of incomprehensible depth. Each thread connects to another, and those threads connected branch still to more. The idea of what is possible becomes more than an idea, rather, it becomes an unfathomable question: 'What isn't possible?' Visions of armaments and augmentations, munitions, and all manner of practical technology. But, perhaps most interesting of all, the vision of a black powder cut with crystalline blood spread pouring from a glass vat into an array of vials to be distributed for varying purposes..."If you wish to make an inquiry, speak with the knights of the Dahlia and you shall have what you seek, if your offer and motive are right."
Sonder
It started as nothing more than a mere concept. An idea distilled from theft, something that began as nothing more than an exotic street drug, turned into something far more.Sonder is an alchemical masterpiece devised of closely kept secrets. It consists of crystallized dynamis shattered into a fine powder as black as pitch, cut with crystallized synthetic blood pulverized to a dust for its potent aetheric properties. Crimson glimmers from the mulled vision with a promise of potential.Its name derives from the phenomenon experienced when consumed. To know sonder is to invoke an understanding of the veritable complexities of life beyond the mirrored narrow perception of the self.
Sonder†ek
With the advent of the eerie material, the application was immediately capitalized on. A question answered with an idea, what could be manifested from will itself. A weapon that obeys volition and sunders hesitation from doubt, a prosthetic augmentation that abides the subconscious mind, a tool that materializes from need.Dynamis powered magitek capable of making the impossible a reality, free from the regulations of engineering or the laws enforced by the dogmatic belief of what should or shouldn't be. It accompanies desire and abandons order.Sondertek attends only chaos, and delivers the consequence of entropy to that which is riven from axiom of the soul, divided from Death, the only absolute of life.







