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"...The blame for what has come to pass cannot be placed with a mindless creature of the wilds. All people must reap what they sow, if we as a whole are to make changes for the better. We cannot avoid the monsters hiding within our own flawed morals, we can only fight to the last and hope for a brighter tomorrow..."
~ His highness King Ralphus XII, 1238, 'Ralphus' official inauguration speech' ~
Thoris is a sprawling world of magnificence and wonder. It is absolutely brimming with life and magical energies that transcend mortal understanding, occasionally dipping into realms of divine power where gods watch over mortals with eager eyes. In these lands, the forces of nature once lived in tandem with one another. Locked in a tranquil cycle of life and death, the world's creatures took only what they needed to survive while birthing generation after generation of offspring. There was a sense of order buried within the chaotic struggle for survival that persisted day after day. But just as fate's cruel hands always predict, this balance would not stand in the wake of mortal desire.
Intelligence arose over time as the threat of evolution took hold of all that maintained balance in the world. Its grasp sought only to conquer and control everything from the trees to the sun's light. With the rise of more sentient races, the nature of magic began to evolve as well. It morphed to adapt to the life that took control, changing from an energy that maintained balance, into something more sinister which served only to tip and tussle nature to the whims of the selfish. It had begun then, the series of vicious crimes against life itself, which brought endless turmoil to the innocent creatures of Thoris.
Civilizations have risen and fallen since the dawn of man, acting as tides against the natural elements while leaving only weathered stone in their wake. The ruins of old have since returned to nature, disregarded in lieu of more practical modern practices. Despite this radical abandonment, the generations have brought unusually rapid advancements in the understanding and application of magical energies. Intelligent races have risen to levels of power that consistently stand toe-to-toe with the natural forces around them. It has come to the point where the dominant races of Thoris are able to live without fear of nature's wrath, allowing them to advance their nations peacefully, unlike their predecessors that have fallen so miserably in the past. Because of this, the current era is often considered by historians to be an era of rebirth and power. History before this golden fourth era is however, fragmented and jarred. There really is no telling how the prior eras had come to an end, or how much time had passed between them. Nobody bothers to question it, given the immense power that modern magic has been able to awaken.
The current year is 1252-4E, marking the longest recorded era of advancement in known history. The kingdoms of Thoris have come to an accord, following the second great war, to maintain peace and guide all intelligent species in the right direction. But with so many different cultures, a clash of morals will remain unavoidable. Even now, particular superpowers struggle to stay relevant in the ongoing zeitgeist of magical and national advancement. Every nation holds a voice at the continental counsel, wherein all leaders and political figures have a chance to voice their concerns. But their demands and worries are not treated as equal. The unrest within certain political bodies continues to grow as the global union restricts certain actions and perpetuated the growth of larger nations over smaller settlements. None are sure of what each kingdom plans beneath the veil of diplomacy. But with time it might become clear that peace cannot exist with certain elements maintaining a persistent role.
"...I fear the day when god will finally see through our feigned piety, and banish the paladin order from its overpowering throne atop the world..."
~ Head General and 4th Father of Arcadia's Paladin order Exodar Ramsey, 1245-4E, 'Our crusade against Smor'Gen'Blok' ~
~ Head General and 4th Father of Arcadia's Paladin order Exodar Ramsey, 1245-4E, 'Our crusade against Smor'Gen'Blok' ~
The Magic of Thoris
"...The human heart is where mana is created, and ceases to be. It is a cycle that we strive to understand as magical scientists, but will fail to grasp without the help of divine intervention. Just as it is nearly impossible to stop a heart with magic, it is impossible to investigate its inner workings beyond that of its function to pump blood to the rest of our body..."
~ Professor Frugel, 279-4E, The Law of Sentience, Vol I ~
The latent energy flowing through every inch of Thoris' atmosphere, and its people, is known as 'Mana'. Mana is what allows intelligent races and the beasts of nature to manipulate the aspects of magic and reality by harnesses it through the use of what magical scientists refer to as nodes. Nodes exist in the bodies of sentient races in abundance, and allow different abilities to manifest with differing severity, supply, and effect. Some are born with unusual node correspondence, allowing them to mimic, or outright copy the magic that their racial restrictions would normally not allow. Likewise, some are born without Nodes at all, albeit a rare mutation in many races. Furthermore, some races lack the natural affinity with mana to maintain their nodes without practicing magic on a regular basis. In cases like this, non-casters can permanently lose their ability to harness Mana if all of their nodes shrivel up and die.
Magic falls into many classifications, but is bound by a single set of universal rules, which are as follows:
<Law of Creation> All Mana exists indefinitely, and cannot be destroyed by normal means. It may only be redistributed, changed, and applied. As such a rule exists, complications arise when using magic who's sole purpose is destruction, as it defies the natural order of nature.
<Law of Independence> Magic is one with matter. Down to the very core of atoms, Mana is present, making up the very building blocks of reality, from the soil to the trees. It flows naturally, without guidance, through the blood of earth's creatures, and composes the planet we stand upon. As such a rule exists, magic that already serves a purpose, to compose a tree, or keep the human heart pumping blood, is extensively difficult to manipulate.
<Law of Sentience> Sentient creatures have a significant link with their own Mana, giving it a direct link with their soul. As such a rule exists, taking control of another person's manifested Mana is near impossible, and may produce chaotic results.
<Law of Blood> Mana is limited within sentient creatures, and most are unable to draw it from the atmosphere, or other natural sources, due to its chaotic and specific nature when expelled from the body. As such a rule exists, Mana consumption can exhaust, or outright kill, any who are not careful when using it.
<Law of Divinity> Certain branches of magic transcend the rules mentioned above. These are limited by divine teachings, wherein sentient races call upon magical powers that have predetermined rules. As such a rule exists, certain classifications of magic may break the rules of Mana, and create new rules of their very own.
~ Professor Frugel, 279-4E, The Law of Sentience, Vol I ~
The latent energy flowing through every inch of Thoris' atmosphere, and its people, is known as 'Mana'. Mana is what allows intelligent races and the beasts of nature to manipulate the aspects of magic and reality by harnesses it through the use of what magical scientists refer to as nodes. Nodes exist in the bodies of sentient races in abundance, and allow different abilities to manifest with differing severity, supply, and effect. Some are born with unusual node correspondence, allowing them to mimic, or outright copy the magic that their racial restrictions would normally not allow. Likewise, some are born without Nodes at all, albeit a rare mutation in many races. Furthermore, some races lack the natural affinity with mana to maintain their nodes without practicing magic on a regular basis. In cases like this, non-casters can permanently lose their ability to harness Mana if all of their nodes shrivel up and die.
Magic falls into many classifications, but is bound by a single set of universal rules, which are as follows:
<Law of Creation> All Mana exists indefinitely, and cannot be destroyed by normal means. It may only be redistributed, changed, and applied. As such a rule exists, complications arise when using magic who's sole purpose is destruction, as it defies the natural order of nature.
<Law of Independence> Magic is one with matter. Down to the very core of atoms, Mana is present, making up the very building blocks of reality, from the soil to the trees. It flows naturally, without guidance, through the blood of earth's creatures, and composes the planet we stand upon. As such a rule exists, magic that already serves a purpose, to compose a tree, or keep the human heart pumping blood, is extensively difficult to manipulate.
<Law of Sentience> Sentient creatures have a significant link with their own Mana, giving it a direct link with their soul. As such a rule exists, taking control of another person's manifested Mana is near impossible, and may produce chaotic results.
<Law of Blood> Mana is limited within sentient creatures, and most are unable to draw it from the atmosphere, or other natural sources, due to its chaotic and specific nature when expelled from the body. As such a rule exists, Mana consumption can exhaust, or outright kill, any who are not careful when using it.
<Law of Divinity> Certain branches of magic transcend the rules mentioned above. These are limited by divine teachings, wherein sentient races call upon magical powers that have predetermined rules. As such a rule exists, certain classifications of magic may break the rules of Mana, and create new rules of their very own.
Magical Classifications
"What are you doing with that apple, little Ralphus?.. No! You are not to play with your food! Put that b-ACK!"
~ Late King Ralphus XI, 1204-4E, Moments before being struck by a half eaten apple ~
This is the most common form of magic that most intelligent forms of life have the capacity to create and manipulate. The arcane is a raw manifestation of Mana. It acts as the core of all magical manipulation, almost like magical stem cells. If not given shape or form within the other classifications of magic, Arcane energy acts much like raw force or power. It can be used to enact telekinesis, create forceful waves of energy, power certain contraptions, or manifest physical creations temporarily. Although it is the simplest form of magic, the limitations of Arcane energy are not very strict.
Raw Arcane energy can range in coloration from a dark blue, to a bright white. Darker Arcane energy is associated with strength, while lighter arcane energy is associated with control, allowing magical scientists to classify an individual's abilities with ease. Some are capable of manipulating the hue of their raw Mana, but these prodigies are few and far between. Arcane energy loses its natural coloration when applied to another classification of magic, as one would expect.
~ Late King Ralphus XI, 1204-4E, Moments before being struck by a half eaten apple ~
This is the most common form of magic that most intelligent forms of life have the capacity to create and manipulate. The arcane is a raw manifestation of Mana. It acts as the core of all magical manipulation, almost like magical stem cells. If not given shape or form within the other classifications of magic, Arcane energy acts much like raw force or power. It can be used to enact telekinesis, create forceful waves of energy, power certain contraptions, or manifest physical creations temporarily. Although it is the simplest form of magic, the limitations of Arcane energy are not very strict.
Raw Arcane energy can range in coloration from a dark blue, to a bright white. Darker Arcane energy is associated with strength, while lighter arcane energy is associated with control, allowing magical scientists to classify an individual's abilities with ease. Some are capable of manipulating the hue of their raw Mana, but these prodigies are few and far between. Arcane energy loses its natural coloration when applied to another classification of magic, as one would expect.
"...Look professor! See?! I've set it on fire... But I've yet to master a spell to put the fire out..."
~ A young Professor Kevin Lechpa, 1230-4E, The Tragic College Accident of 1230 ~
Most attempts to manifest Mana into a physical apparition of matter or energy are classified as an elemental technique or spell. This covers everything from the physical creation of fire, to the growth of new trees. Objects created through Elemental magic follow the <rule of sentience> for a short while after their birth. After the creator severs their ties with any elemental creations, they will abide by the <rule of independence> as anything else might. For example, a tree created through magic will only be treated as a normal tree once the typical creator has severed his/her tie with it for more than 30 minutes. Likewise, any natural element that is controlled by a caster of adequate skill follows the <rule of sentience> until it is released from their grasp, at which point it immediately retains its original <rule of independence> without any further delay.
~ A young Professor Kevin Lechpa, 1230-4E, The Tragic College Accident of 1230 ~
Most attempts to manifest Mana into a physical apparition of matter or energy are classified as an elemental technique or spell. This covers everything from the physical creation of fire, to the growth of new trees. Objects created through Elemental magic follow the <rule of sentience> for a short while after their birth. After the creator severs their ties with any elemental creations, they will abide by the <rule of independence> as anything else might. For example, a tree created through magic will only be treated as a normal tree once the typical creator has severed his/her tie with it for more than 30 minutes. Likewise, any natural element that is controlled by a caster of adequate skill follows the <rule of sentience> until it is released from their grasp, at which point it immediately retains its original <rule of independence> without any further delay.
"...I may not be able to eradicate a titan-class beast with fire or frost, but I'd like to see it reach Arcadia without the use of its retinas or eardrums..."
~ Lieutenant General Kline Vestabar, 1251-4E, Guest Speech on Metaphysical magic: 'The Arcadian College of Metaphysical Study (ACMS)' ~
When the normal rules of elemental magic cannot allow you to manifest your thoughts, one must enter the realm of metaphysical mana, where they can further expand the control of their magical abilities. Fundamentally, Metaphysical magic is the highest level of elemental manipulation, where a caster manipulates more complex physical energy like sound, light, and gravity. Unlike elemental magic however, it usually lacks the sheer power and efficiency that something like molten rock, or powerful winds might offer. Instead, Metaphysical magic gains its advantages from the fact that it cannot be affected by any other form of magic. A crude example would be sound-based spells completely ignoring all attempts to dampen them, aside from physical obstructions that would naturally reduce the impact of sound-waves. Due to this, many forms of metaphysical magic can outright ignore magical defenses, including the otherwise impenetrable divine shielding used by the paladins, making it extremely versatile. Although it lacks power, the applications of metaphysical magic are rather plentiful.
~ Lieutenant General Kline Vestabar, 1251-4E, Guest Speech on Metaphysical magic: 'The Arcadian College of Metaphysical Study (ACMS)' ~
When the normal rules of elemental magic cannot allow you to manifest your thoughts, one must enter the realm of metaphysical mana, where they can further expand the control of their magical abilities. Fundamentally, Metaphysical magic is the highest level of elemental manipulation, where a caster manipulates more complex physical energy like sound, light, and gravity. Unlike elemental magic however, it usually lacks the sheer power and efficiency that something like molten rock, or powerful winds might offer. Instead, Metaphysical magic gains its advantages from the fact that it cannot be affected by any other form of magic. A crude example would be sound-based spells completely ignoring all attempts to dampen them, aside from physical obstructions that would naturally reduce the impact of sound-waves. Due to this, many forms of metaphysical magic can outright ignore magical defenses, including the otherwise impenetrable divine shielding used by the paladins, making it extremely versatile. Although it lacks power, the applications of metaphysical magic are rather plentiful.
"...The most important practice to remember when treating schizophrenia, is to gently pet your patient's head, and assure them that everything will be ok. It will calm their nerves and make your work much easier, even if it amplifies the guilt that follows catastrophic failures..."
~ Professor Sarah Locke, 1247-4E, Seminar on Psychic Treatment of Mental Illnesses
Perhaps the least understood classification of magic, the psychic school consists of adapting arcane energy directly into the nodes of sentient creatures. Many living things can be manipulated by psychic magic with ease, depending on their level of intelligence, or ability to combat this school of magic in general. Psychic magic can enable all manners of sinister desire, but is also capable of treating psychological illnesses and many forms of trauma. Most use psychic magic in a way similar to this, but there are many who abuse this school of magic in an unforgivable manner. Things like completely rewriting a person's personality, implanting false memories, or reading memories are not unheard of, albeit incredibly rare. In some undocumented cases, something akin to zombie slaves have been created by criminals across Thoris. Psychic magic follows the <rule of sentience> making it excruciatingly difficult to affect creatures who are unwilling to have their brain picked apart though. The dangers of sinister psychic mages are extremely rare, but a very real threat. If one were to take control of a leading divine patron for example, they could easily incite a wide scale war. For this reason alone, the practices of psychic abilities are under many watchful eyes.
~ Professor Sarah Locke, 1247-4E, Seminar on Psychic Treatment of Mental Illnesses
Perhaps the least understood classification of magic, the psychic school consists of adapting arcane energy directly into the nodes of sentient creatures. Many living things can be manipulated by psychic magic with ease, depending on their level of intelligence, or ability to combat this school of magic in general. Psychic magic can enable all manners of sinister desire, but is also capable of treating psychological illnesses and many forms of trauma. Most use psychic magic in a way similar to this, but there are many who abuse this school of magic in an unforgivable manner. Things like completely rewriting a person's personality, implanting false memories, or reading memories are not unheard of, albeit incredibly rare. In some undocumented cases, something akin to zombie slaves have been created by criminals across Thoris. Psychic magic follows the <rule of sentience> making it excruciatingly difficult to affect creatures who are unwilling to have their brain picked apart though. The dangers of sinister psychic mages are extremely rare, but a very real threat. If one were to take control of a leading divine patron for example, they could easily incite a wide scale war. For this reason alone, the practices of psychic abilities are under many watchful eyes.
"...Watch me, watch me, bruddah! I look to be like bruddah barg'o! Transform! Watch!!..."
~ A Young Lok'Sha Mage, moments before turning himself into a chicken ~
Soul magic is used to directly affect one's own body. Using this magic, strength can be enhanced beyond what a person's muscles would normally allow, speed and agility can be stretched into inhuman realms, the brain can be overclocked, diseases and injuries can be circumvented our outright exterminated, and physical stamina can be artificially increased by using one's own Mana pool. Things like shape-shifting and invisibility are in the realm of possibilities as well, but the limits of soul magic are usually dependent not only on the body's nodes, but a race's natural physical restraints. In some cases soul magic can even be used on other sentient creatures much like psychic magic, leading to significant medical advancements. Of course with such an option, abhorrent applications exist as well.
Soul magic is one of the most unique forms of Mana manipulation. However this is also one of the most dangerous uses of Mana, as missteps and/or overuse can lead to physical changes that may be irreversible; Negative results of botched soul magic include mutations, insanity, and everything in-between. Because of this, frail races shy away from soul magic and shun any use of this ridiculously unstable application of mana.
~ A Young Lok'Sha Mage, moments before turning himself into a chicken ~
Soul magic is used to directly affect one's own body. Using this magic, strength can be enhanced beyond what a person's muscles would normally allow, speed and agility can be stretched into inhuman realms, the brain can be overclocked, diseases and injuries can be circumvented our outright exterminated, and physical stamina can be artificially increased by using one's own Mana pool. Things like shape-shifting and invisibility are in the realm of possibilities as well, but the limits of soul magic are usually dependent not only on the body's nodes, but a race's natural physical restraints. In some cases soul magic can even be used on other sentient creatures much like psychic magic, leading to significant medical advancements. Of course with such an option, abhorrent applications exist as well.
Soul magic is one of the most unique forms of Mana manipulation. However this is also one of the most dangerous uses of Mana, as missteps and/or overuse can lead to physical changes that may be irreversible; Negative results of botched soul magic include mutations, insanity, and everything in-between. Because of this, frail races shy away from soul magic and shun any use of this ridiculously unstable application of mana.
"...What makes the beasts of Thoris dangerous has nothing to do with their size, or their numbers. It has to do with our complete and utter lack of understanding..."
~ The Late King Ralphus X, 1164-4E, Continental Council on the Concerns of Dealing with several titan level Threats. ~
A magical classification that most intelligent races are simply incapable of reproducing. This is the type of magic that the many beasts of Thoris use, by harnessing their unique Mana pools to produce different effects. This type of magic has been known to break the Laws of Mana on occasion, allowing beasts to destroy Mana, take control of intelligent races, easily control nature, and dip into seemingly unlimited Mana pools. This magic alone makes the beasts of Thoris unpredictable, and incredibly dangerous.
The most unique property of bestial magic is not necessarily what it can do, as it can easily be mistaken for elemental, psychic, or Soul magic. Rather, it's the fact that bestial magic taps into a type of Mana that cannot be detected. It's almost as if Beasts are not even using Mana at all. However, due to the unique and strange abilities that they possess, it is impossible for there to be a reasonable explanation, otherwise. At least, in the eyes of magical scholars.
Bestial magic cannot be performed by any intelligent race under any circumstances, nor can beasts learn magic that is not already apparent in their species.
~ The Late King Ralphus X, 1164-4E, Continental Council on the Concerns of Dealing with several titan level Threats. ~
A magical classification that most intelligent races are simply incapable of reproducing. This is the type of magic that the many beasts of Thoris use, by harnessing their unique Mana pools to produce different effects. This type of magic has been known to break the Laws of Mana on occasion, allowing beasts to destroy Mana, take control of intelligent races, easily control nature, and dip into seemingly unlimited Mana pools. This magic alone makes the beasts of Thoris unpredictable, and incredibly dangerous.
The most unique property of bestial magic is not necessarily what it can do, as it can easily be mistaken for elemental, psychic, or Soul magic. Rather, it's the fact that bestial magic taps into a type of Mana that cannot be detected. It's almost as if Beasts are not even using Mana at all. However, due to the unique and strange abilities that they possess, it is impossible for there to be a reasonable explanation, otherwise. At least, in the eyes of magical scholars.
Bestial magic cannot be performed by any intelligent race under any circumstances, nor can beasts learn magic that is not already apparent in their species.
Divine Classifications
"..Ra'Ja'Ka bless you, stand high, heart loud, never let berserk soul rampage without thought..."
~ Segment of the Berserker Priest Initiation Chant ~
A divine classification, harnessed only by 'Berserkers', a class of casters who draw power from the god Ra'Ja'Ka, allowing them to tap into phenomenal physical strength, speed, and stamina at absolutely no cost to their Mana Pool. This does not present the same risks as soul magic, and cannot be silenced like normal forms of Mana, as it comes from an external divinity. Unfortunately, while under the effects of Ra'Ja'Ka's blessing, Berserkers are a slave to their natural instincts. If used for prolonged periods of time, a Berserker may be unable to revert to his/her normal state of consciousness. At this point, Ra'Ja'Ka is known to abandon those who abuse his power, leaving them stripped of their nodes, and cursed with a crippling atrophy of their muscular structure.
To attain the powers of a Berserker, one must conduct the proper rituals, which only the most respected Berserker Priests are capable of overseeing. Upon offering allegiance to the Berserker god Rajaka, half of one's lifespan must be offered as payment.
The highest ranked Berserkers are considered to be one of the most powerful classifications of casters in the entire world of Thoris, and act as a deterrent to war
~ Segment of the Berserker Priest Initiation Chant ~
A divine classification, harnessed only by 'Berserkers', a class of casters who draw power from the god Ra'Ja'Ka, allowing them to tap into phenomenal physical strength, speed, and stamina at absolutely no cost to their Mana Pool. This does not present the same risks as soul magic, and cannot be silenced like normal forms of Mana, as it comes from an external divinity. Unfortunately, while under the effects of Ra'Ja'Ka's blessing, Berserkers are a slave to their natural instincts. If used for prolonged periods of time, a Berserker may be unable to revert to his/her normal state of consciousness. At this point, Ra'Ja'Ka is known to abandon those who abuse his power, leaving them stripped of their nodes, and cursed with a crippling atrophy of their muscular structure.
To attain the powers of a Berserker, one must conduct the proper rituals, which only the most respected Berserker Priests are capable of overseeing. Upon offering allegiance to the Berserker god Rajaka, half of one's lifespan must be offered as payment.
The highest ranked Berserkers are considered to be one of the most powerful classifications of casters in the entire world of Thoris, and act as a deterrent to war
"...In our father Maeti you pledge yourself to a pious life of solitude. You will not sin. You will not push against what is right. You will not be swallowed by your pride..."
~ Segment of the Holy Paladin initiation ritual ~
A divine classification, harnessed only by 'Paladins', a class of casters who draw power from the god Alvios Maeti, which allows them to harness the power of holy light. This light allows an unnatural healing ability that can seemingly negate any and all damage that a sentient creature sustains, assuming that the caster is of a high enough mastery. Alvios' magic also allows paladins to formulate shields of raw light, super heated plasma, and purge wickedness from evil doers by purging their nodes entirely. There appears to be absolutely no drawback to these powers, but any who use them for sinister means will immediately have them revoked by their host god. Additionally, this magic is fickle, and may not respond to the command of a paladin at random intervals. Like all other divine classifications of magic, this does not drain a mage of their Mana, and can even restore lost Mana in some circumstances.
To attain the powers of a Paladin, one must conduct the proper rituals, which only the most esteemed Priests of Alvios can perform. Only the purest of heart can attain the powers of Alvios, and upon doing so, they may not partake in the follies of romantic love, or fall prey to the vices of their sentient race. These limitations are rather subjective and unclear, and Paladins have had their power's revoked random in the past. As such, it may offer some of the most powerful magic in the world, but is completely unreliable.
The highest ranked paladins are considered to be one of the most powerful classifications of casters in the entire world of Thoris, and act as a deterrent to war.
~ Segment of the Holy Paladin initiation ritual ~
A divine classification, harnessed only by 'Paladins', a class of casters who draw power from the god Alvios Maeti, which allows them to harness the power of holy light. This light allows an unnatural healing ability that can seemingly negate any and all damage that a sentient creature sustains, assuming that the caster is of a high enough mastery. Alvios' magic also allows paladins to formulate shields of raw light, super heated plasma, and purge wickedness from evil doers by purging their nodes entirely. There appears to be absolutely no drawback to these powers, but any who use them for sinister means will immediately have them revoked by their host god. Additionally, this magic is fickle, and may not respond to the command of a paladin at random intervals. Like all other divine classifications of magic, this does not drain a mage of their Mana, and can even restore lost Mana in some circumstances.
To attain the powers of a Paladin, one must conduct the proper rituals, which only the most esteemed Priests of Alvios can perform. Only the purest of heart can attain the powers of Alvios, and upon doing so, they may not partake in the follies of romantic love, or fall prey to the vices of their sentient race. These limitations are rather subjective and unclear, and Paladins have had their power's revoked random in the past. As such, it may offer some of the most powerful magic in the world, but is completely unreliable.
The highest ranked paladins are considered to be one of the most powerful classifications of casters in the entire world of Thoris, and act as a deterrent to war.
"...The stars guide us, but we know so little about their origin. How far away are they? What are they made of? Do they speak with the moon and the sun? This are but a few of the things I would hope to learn with Ada's Guidance..."
~ Solar Astrologist, Soma Mil, 1100-4E, An Argument for the Divine art of Astrology ~
A divine classification, harnessed only by 'Astrologists', a class of casters who draw power from one of the two gods of astrology: Adarine, the god of solar energies, or Valefor, the god of lunar energies. Astrologists come from one of two practices.
Lunar Astrologists gain power from Valefor, and may call upon unsightly powers to accomplish many things. They can hide their physical form in shadows for seconds at a time, phase through physical matter, and even teleport very long distances with enough mastery of Valefor's blessings. Additionally, some Lunar Astrologists have the capacity to emulate darkness by creating artificial atmospheres that can range in size. History depicts the most significant 'eclipse' performed as capable of emulating midnight across the entire nation of Arcadia for a few minutes. All Lunar magic calls on 'lunar energy' which can also be used as a raw version of 'arcane energy'. This energy itself is harmless, but once it infects a person's body, it will stay dormant in their system as long as they are not exposed to natural sunlight.
Solar Astrologists gain power from Adarine, and may call upon brilliant powers to inflict various blights and perform miracles of a strange nature. The most typical, and simple effect that solar astrology incites, is a fundamental mastery over fire magic. Solar fire, as it has been dubbed, seems to empower all fire magic so that it cannot be put out by any means. It will however, burn out naturally, and immediately, if not constantly channeled. Other techniques include laser like magic that can have devastating effects on all matter, except for living creatures. Some astrologists are even capable of flight through the use of solar magic, allowing them to float effortlessly for long periods of time, although this is fairly rare. Solar mages may also make things glow from a distance with little to no effort. Though this ability has little application in most cases, it can apply to anything. History records the efforts of Solar astrologists causing an entire mountain to glow in the middle of the night. All Solar magic calls on 'solar energy' which can also be used as a raw version of 'arcane energy'. This energy itself is harmless, but once it infects a person's body, it will stay dormant in their system as long as they are not exposed to natural moonlight.
A universal constant rule seems to apply to these schools as well. Solar and Lunar magic have the capacity to cancel each other out entirely. With that in mind, if a person is imbued with solar/lunar energy, their mana gains the property to negate the opposing energy as long as they are not struck directly by it.
Although this divine classification falls under two gods, and cannot be stripped like other types of magic, it carries a hefty cost with it.
Lunar astrologists become completely averse to sunlight. Exposure can brutally scar their skin, or easily kill them if they are not careful, effectively forcing them to hide from the sunlight at all times, whether it be through the use of their magic, or some other form of protection from the sun.
Solar astrologists on the other hand, age rapidly whenever they are in the dark. Normally, this would cut a person's lifespan by 90%. However, this effect can be counteracted if they feed on the blood of living creatures at night. Feeding on humanoid blood especially, can effectively stop, and even reverse aging if done often enough.
To acquire the power of Lunar or Solar magic, an Astrologist must pledge themselves to their god of choice. In order to do so, they must learn the position of specific constellations in the sky, and pray to them accordingly. Considering how specific these requirements are, it's amazing that Astrology was ever discovered in the first place. Certain constellations apply to Adarine, while others apply to Valefor, and praying to both will give you no success. Likewise, praying incorrectly will ruin any chance of gaining favor of either god. It is one of the most complex divine classifications of magic to attain.
In some very rare cases, there have been astrologists that have accessed the schools of both Solar and Lunar magic. These master Astrologists, though thought to be mostly extinct, are referred to as Astronomers. These individuals have been shunned, considering how it is nearly impossible for them to survive for long without consistently feeding on the blood of humanoids.
Unlike most other divine classifications, Astrology claims to have a more scientific basis, despite that being a bold faced lie. It originates in the Eldi Capitol of Levrial, and has its teachings spread thinly across the Diamond Vigil. Astrologists are the most flexible divine classification, despite being one of the rarest, and hide many mysteries behind their studies.
~ Solar Astrologist, Soma Mil, 1100-4E, An Argument for the Divine art of Astrology ~
A divine classification, harnessed only by 'Astrologists', a class of casters who draw power from one of the two gods of astrology: Adarine, the god of solar energies, or Valefor, the god of lunar energies. Astrologists come from one of two practices.
Lunar Astrologists gain power from Valefor, and may call upon unsightly powers to accomplish many things. They can hide their physical form in shadows for seconds at a time, phase through physical matter, and even teleport very long distances with enough mastery of Valefor's blessings. Additionally, some Lunar Astrologists have the capacity to emulate darkness by creating artificial atmospheres that can range in size. History depicts the most significant 'eclipse' performed as capable of emulating midnight across the entire nation of Arcadia for a few minutes. All Lunar magic calls on 'lunar energy' which can also be used as a raw version of 'arcane energy'. This energy itself is harmless, but once it infects a person's body, it will stay dormant in their system as long as they are not exposed to natural sunlight.
Solar Astrologists gain power from Adarine, and may call upon brilliant powers to inflict various blights and perform miracles of a strange nature. The most typical, and simple effect that solar astrology incites, is a fundamental mastery over fire magic. Solar fire, as it has been dubbed, seems to empower all fire magic so that it cannot be put out by any means. It will however, burn out naturally, and immediately, if not constantly channeled. Other techniques include laser like magic that can have devastating effects on all matter, except for living creatures. Some astrologists are even capable of flight through the use of solar magic, allowing them to float effortlessly for long periods of time, although this is fairly rare. Solar mages may also make things glow from a distance with little to no effort. Though this ability has little application in most cases, it can apply to anything. History records the efforts of Solar astrologists causing an entire mountain to glow in the middle of the night. All Solar magic calls on 'solar energy' which can also be used as a raw version of 'arcane energy'. This energy itself is harmless, but once it infects a person's body, it will stay dormant in their system as long as they are not exposed to natural moonlight.
A universal constant rule seems to apply to these schools as well. Solar and Lunar magic have the capacity to cancel each other out entirely. With that in mind, if a person is imbued with solar/lunar energy, their mana gains the property to negate the opposing energy as long as they are not struck directly by it.
Although this divine classification falls under two gods, and cannot be stripped like other types of magic, it carries a hefty cost with it.
Lunar astrologists become completely averse to sunlight. Exposure can brutally scar their skin, or easily kill them if they are not careful, effectively forcing them to hide from the sunlight at all times, whether it be through the use of their magic, or some other form of protection from the sun.
Solar astrologists on the other hand, age rapidly whenever they are in the dark. Normally, this would cut a person's lifespan by 90%. However, this effect can be counteracted if they feed on the blood of living creatures at night. Feeding on humanoid blood especially, can effectively stop, and even reverse aging if done often enough.
To acquire the power of Lunar or Solar magic, an Astrologist must pledge themselves to their god of choice. In order to do so, they must learn the position of specific constellations in the sky, and pray to them accordingly. Considering how specific these requirements are, it's amazing that Astrology was ever discovered in the first place. Certain constellations apply to Adarine, while others apply to Valefor, and praying to both will give you no success. Likewise, praying incorrectly will ruin any chance of gaining favor of either god. It is one of the most complex divine classifications of magic to attain.
In some very rare cases, there have been astrologists that have accessed the schools of both Solar and Lunar magic. These master Astrologists, though thought to be mostly extinct, are referred to as Astronomers. These individuals have been shunned, considering how it is nearly impossible for them to survive for long without consistently feeding on the blood of humanoids.
Unlike most other divine classifications, Astrology claims to have a more scientific basis, despite that being a bold faced lie. It originates in the Eldi Capitol of Levrial, and has its teachings spread thinly across the Diamond Vigil. Astrologists are the most flexible divine classification, despite being one of the rarest, and hide many mysteries behind their studies.
"...I've met That holy thing once. I was a little surprised, honestly. It claimed to be of the same realm as Maeti, but I could feel something very... Dark resonating deep inside of it..."
~ Lieutenant Colonel Yvette Eridal, 1249-4E, Commenting on General Morphus' summon, Angelico ~
A divine classification, harnessed only by 'Summoners' with a natural affinity with worlds beyond Thoris. This divine classification is unique, in the sense that a Summoner does not ally themselves with a god that exists beyond the mortal realm, but rather with a creature who can exist on Thoris' plain of reality by binding themselves to the soul of a caster. Summons vary dramatically, and their abilities can defy the natural laws of magic, but they cannot be controlled by a caster. As far as otherworldly creatures are concerned, they exist only for themselves. The personality of a summon can vary just as violently as their magic, from kind and benevolent, with only a purpose for peace, to destructive and evil, with hopes of destroying life for arbitrary reasons.
Summoners are always contacted by their adjacent summon in their dreams, a rift in the fabric of reality, at which point a pact is often created at the behest of the summon's host, allowing the act of summoning. The only control a Caster has over their contracted summon, is that they may choose to seal them back in their realm of origin at any time by ending the spell that binds them in reality. Likewise, they may summon them once again whenever able. If a summoner is killed, their summon is immediately ejected from reality, and loses all contact with the realm that Thoris resides in permanently.
Signing a pact with a summon has adverse effects on the summoners. For one, allowing another entity to form a union with one's soul affects a person's life span, reducing life expectancy by a set amount of years, solely dependent on the strength of the summon. Physical strength also suffers, making it rather difficult, and occasionally, impossible to build muscle, or maintain an above-average level of fitness. Soul magic becomes impossible to use, as well. Lastly, a summoner's Mana is directly drawn upon while their summon exists in Thoris' reality, effectively placing a time limit on stronger entities. Weaker summons usually require a negligible amount of Mana to sustain their form, making it seem as if they could exist without any danger to the summoner, whatsoever.
Some summoners have access to multiple summons. In this case, each summon cuts their lifespan even further than the last. Additionally, having more than one summon out at a time has a drastic effect on the summoner's Mana, making this practice extremely dangerous. Lastly, having one's soul bound to multiple summons at once is a dangerous act, threatening to outright tear it apart in the worst case scenarios. This makes it costly and sometimes lethal to maintain too many summons, either increasing the innate Mana drain significantly, or outright killing the summoner as a result.
A few summoners with extensively powerful otherworldly beings as their partners are considered to be one of the most powerful classifications of casters in the entire world of Thoris, and act as a deterrent to war.
~ Lieutenant Colonel Yvette Eridal, 1249-4E, Commenting on General Morphus' summon, Angelico ~
A divine classification, harnessed only by 'Summoners' with a natural affinity with worlds beyond Thoris. This divine classification is unique, in the sense that a Summoner does not ally themselves with a god that exists beyond the mortal realm, but rather with a creature who can exist on Thoris' plain of reality by binding themselves to the soul of a caster. Summons vary dramatically, and their abilities can defy the natural laws of magic, but they cannot be controlled by a caster. As far as otherworldly creatures are concerned, they exist only for themselves. The personality of a summon can vary just as violently as their magic, from kind and benevolent, with only a purpose for peace, to destructive and evil, with hopes of destroying life for arbitrary reasons.
Summoners are always contacted by their adjacent summon in their dreams, a rift in the fabric of reality, at which point a pact is often created at the behest of the summon's host, allowing the act of summoning. The only control a Caster has over their contracted summon, is that they may choose to seal them back in their realm of origin at any time by ending the spell that binds them in reality. Likewise, they may summon them once again whenever able. If a summoner is killed, their summon is immediately ejected from reality, and loses all contact with the realm that Thoris resides in permanently.
Signing a pact with a summon has adverse effects on the summoners. For one, allowing another entity to form a union with one's soul affects a person's life span, reducing life expectancy by a set amount of years, solely dependent on the strength of the summon. Physical strength also suffers, making it rather difficult, and occasionally, impossible to build muscle, or maintain an above-average level of fitness. Soul magic becomes impossible to use, as well. Lastly, a summoner's Mana is directly drawn upon while their summon exists in Thoris' reality, effectively placing a time limit on stronger entities. Weaker summons usually require a negligible amount of Mana to sustain their form, making it seem as if they could exist without any danger to the summoner, whatsoever.
Some summoners have access to multiple summons. In this case, each summon cuts their lifespan even further than the last. Additionally, having more than one summon out at a time has a drastic effect on the summoner's Mana, making this practice extremely dangerous. Lastly, having one's soul bound to multiple summons at once is a dangerous act, threatening to outright tear it apart in the worst case scenarios. This makes it costly and sometimes lethal to maintain too many summons, either increasing the innate Mana drain significantly, or outright killing the summoner as a result.
A few summoners with extensively powerful otherworldly beings as their partners are considered to be one of the most powerful classifications of casters in the entire world of Thoris, and act as a deterrent to war.
"...Tell me, gentlemen, what exactly you have to gain from these buffoonish conquests? I'll say it for you, with my last breath..."
~ High Druid Persephone's final words, 589-4E, The final moments of the first great war.
A divine classification, harnessed only by 'Druids', a class of casters who consider themselves one with nature by allying themselves with Mother Gaia. Druids possess one ability, they may use the natural presence of Mana in the atmosphere to cast any other classification of magic, giving them an infinite supply of mana, and effectively erasing the <Law of Blood>. Additionally, the <Law of sentience> applies in absolution to Druid magic, meaning that their magical manifestations can never be controlled by another, not even another Druid. Likewise, Druids can ignore the <Law of independence> at their leisure when casting magic. In essence, their Mana is one with nature. They also maintain an aura which prevents the naturally destructive creatures of Thoris from treating them like other intelligent races, protecting them from most creatures that wander the wilds. In some rare cases, Druids may even control, and speak with the creatures of Thoris freely. Finally, once a race commits themselves to Nature magic, they cease ageing immediately.
To pledge one's self to Gaia, a person must spend a full year in the wild with an earnest love for nature, surviving only on the essences of the wild, and fending for themselves against its creatures with only their magic as a defense. Druids may not step foot into the major kingdoms of Thoris ever again once this power has been achieved, lest they risk losing Gaia's blessing forever. They may still speak with intelligent races at no risk, and step foot into smaller villages and cities without worry.
The most powerful Druids are considered neutral deterrents to war, but they are allied with no one but nature itself, despite having a seat at the continental counsel.
~ High Druid Persephone's final words, 589-4E, The final moments of the first great war.
A divine classification, harnessed only by 'Druids', a class of casters who consider themselves one with nature by allying themselves with Mother Gaia. Druids possess one ability, they may use the natural presence of Mana in the atmosphere to cast any other classification of magic, giving them an infinite supply of mana, and effectively erasing the <Law of Blood>. Additionally, the <Law of sentience> applies in absolution to Druid magic, meaning that their magical manifestations can never be controlled by another, not even another Druid. Likewise, Druids can ignore the <Law of independence> at their leisure when casting magic. In essence, their Mana is one with nature. They also maintain an aura which prevents the naturally destructive creatures of Thoris from treating them like other intelligent races, protecting them from most creatures that wander the wilds. In some rare cases, Druids may even control, and speak with the creatures of Thoris freely. Finally, once a race commits themselves to Nature magic, they cease ageing immediately.
To pledge one's self to Gaia, a person must spend a full year in the wild with an earnest love for nature, surviving only on the essences of the wild, and fending for themselves against its creatures with only their magic as a defense. Druids may not step foot into the major kingdoms of Thoris ever again once this power has been achieved, lest they risk losing Gaia's blessing forever. They may still speak with intelligent races at no risk, and step foot into smaller villages and cities without worry.
The most powerful Druids are considered neutral deterrents to war, but they are allied with no one but nature itself, despite having a seat at the continental counsel.
The Races of Thoris
"...I'd placed a bet that this lowly human couldn't solve it, my puzzle, no matter how hard he tried. Not only did he solve the puzzle as intended, but he found four additional routes to a solution. Needless to say, I was humiliated..."
~ Puzzle Master Homun, Speaking volumes on the latest edition of his knot puzzle 'flare gate' ~
Humans are the most unremarkable race in all of Thoris. They are of average height, strength, and magical affinity, balanced all around. The only somewhat unique trait of humanity, is its intelligence, and advancement in technology. Humans are more apt with technology and are the sole force behind steam-based creations. They're also the second most influential contributor to magical science, granting them a great deal of respect.
Humans posses an average node network, allowing them to dabble in all forms of natural magic. They are also one of the only races who are capable of becoming paladins.
The average life span of a human is 60-80 years, and they usually stand 5.7-6.2 feet tall on average.
The only unique property that humans possess, is their intelligence. If trained to a razor's edge, a human scholar's reasoning is unlikely to be bested by another race.
~ Puzzle Master Homun, Speaking volumes on the latest edition of his knot puzzle 'flare gate' ~
Humans are the most unremarkable race in all of Thoris. They are of average height, strength, and magical affinity, balanced all around. The only somewhat unique trait of humanity, is its intelligence, and advancement in technology. Humans are more apt with technology and are the sole force behind steam-based creations. They're also the second most influential contributor to magical science, granting them a great deal of respect.
Humans posses an average node network, allowing them to dabble in all forms of natural magic. They are also one of the only races who are capable of becoming paladins.
The average life span of a human is 60-80 years, and they usually stand 5.7-6.2 feet tall on average.
The only unique property that humans possess, is their intelligence. If trained to a razor's edge, a human scholar's reasoning is unlikely to be bested by another race.
"Shut up."
~ Warlord Roko'Rula whilst striking down an ancient druid, 458-4E, The Phrase that started the first great war~
The Lok'Sha are a burly, grey-skinned race of humanoid monstrosities with the most formidable raw strength out of all the intelligent races. Their physiology makes them the least capable when manipulating mana, and the least advanced race in Thoris, as well. Lok'Sha prefer to maintain more tribal studies, not quite standing with nature on equal terms, but poaching it for everything it has to offer instead, as if it were nothing more than a common beast. Unlike most other Races, Lok'Sha are often violent by nature, and can give in to their aggressive instincts on occasion.
Lok'Sha posses the most limited node network out of the races. However, due to their extremely durable bodies, they are the most advanced users of Soul Magic, and are one of the only races capable of becoming Berserkers. They are also naturally resistant to all alien sources of Mana, making psychic magic completely useless on them, despite their sub-par intelligence.
There are two subspecies of Lok'Sha, who live together, and interbreed, naturally.
The hulking subspecies, who are large, and bulging with sheer muscle mass. The average life span of a hulking Lok'Sha is 90-110 years, and they usually stand 8-9 feet tall on average.
The feral subspecies, who are lithe, covered in fur, and have anthropomorphic, almost dog-like physiology. The average life span of a feral Lok'Sha is 180-200 years.
Lok'sha give birth like normal humans, but for each child a female has, they shorten their lifespan by roughly 20 years. Males and females have very few discernible differences between them, excluding their voice. Lok'Sha of both subspecies reach maturity at the age of 30.
Unique traits that the Lok'Sha posses vary wildly between both subspecies, but some are mutually inclusive. For one, Lok'Sha possess an adaptive body that evolves rapidly based on their environment. Several example of this are listed below:
The only drawback to this rapid evolution, is that it can continually cut the life-span of a Lok'Sha. This can even reduce their lifespan to as little as a few months if they constantly abuse these abilities.
The hulking subspecies wields a particular talent for healing. Their wounds can heal anywhere from 3 to 10 times faster than a human's. Additionally, their skin is very thick, and nearly as hard as rock. The thickness of their skin varies, depending on how many times it's been injured.
The feral subspecies is far less durable, and instead compensates with very flexible limbs, and agility that can go toe to toe with the Myti in some cases.
~ Warlord Roko'Rula whilst striking down an ancient druid, 458-4E, The Phrase that started the first great war~
The Lok'Sha are a burly, grey-skinned race of humanoid monstrosities with the most formidable raw strength out of all the intelligent races. Their physiology makes them the least capable when manipulating mana, and the least advanced race in Thoris, as well. Lok'Sha prefer to maintain more tribal studies, not quite standing with nature on equal terms, but poaching it for everything it has to offer instead, as if it were nothing more than a common beast. Unlike most other Races, Lok'Sha are often violent by nature, and can give in to their aggressive instincts on occasion.
Lok'Sha posses the most limited node network out of the races. However, due to their extremely durable bodies, they are the most advanced users of Soul Magic, and are one of the only races capable of becoming Berserkers. They are also naturally resistant to all alien sources of Mana, making psychic magic completely useless on them, despite their sub-par intelligence.
There are two subspecies of Lok'Sha, who live together, and interbreed, naturally.
The hulking subspecies, who are large, and bulging with sheer muscle mass. The average life span of a hulking Lok'Sha is 90-110 years, and they usually stand 8-9 feet tall on average.
The feral subspecies, who are lithe, covered in fur, and have anthropomorphic, almost dog-like physiology. The average life span of a feral Lok'Sha is 180-200 years.
Lok'sha give birth like normal humans, but for each child a female has, they shorten their lifespan by roughly 20 years. Males and females have very few discernible differences between them, excluding their voice. Lok'Sha of both subspecies reach maturity at the age of 30.
Unique traits that the Lok'Sha posses vary wildly between both subspecies, but some are mutually inclusive. For one, Lok'Sha possess an adaptive body that evolves rapidly based on their environment. Several example of this are listed below:
- Lok'Sha will adapt to different light levels in mere minutes. This can vary dramatically, allowing them to see in the dark as if it were daytime, or keep their eyes open underwater for extensive periods of time. These changes are slow enough, that they are still vulnerable to bright flashes and permanent blindness if not given a chance to adapt.
- The body of a Lok'Sha will change its internal temperature to adapt to any environment naturally. This takes only a few hours, allowing them to survive anywhere, from tundras to deserts.
- The Lungs of a Lok'Sha can quickly adapt to require less air depending on the atmosphere. This allows them to live with minimal need for oxygen. Some Lok'Sha are capable of substituting Oxygen entirely for another element depending on their environment. This change takes several days to take effect, however.
- Lok'Sha are capable of eating anything. If they change their eating habits for long enough, and ween themselves off a particular diet, they can survive solely by eating rocks. Regardless of this ability however, cannibalizing other Lok'Sha or humanoid races will still drive Lok'Sha insane.
The only drawback to this rapid evolution, is that it can continually cut the life-span of a Lok'Sha. This can even reduce their lifespan to as little as a few months if they constantly abuse these abilities.
The hulking subspecies wields a particular talent for healing. Their wounds can heal anywhere from 3 to 10 times faster than a human's. Additionally, their skin is very thick, and nearly as hard as rock. The thickness of their skin varies, depending on how many times it's been injured.
The feral subspecies is far less durable, and instead compensates with very flexible limbs, and agility that can go toe to toe with the Myti in some cases.
"...I tried petting a Myti once when I was 5..."
~ Major General Philip Norwell, How I Lost My Pinky Finger ~
Myti (Pronounced Mee~Tee) are catlike folk who take to forested areas like animals with ease. Their affinity with magic trumps every other race in Thoris, standing out as the most advanced casters in the world. Unlike every other race, the Myti are naturally gifted in magic, and do not need to sustain their nodes to prevent node death. Harnessing Mana is almost like learning how to walk for a Myti. That being said, they are the most physically frail of the races. Even then, they are particularly agile, and lightweight.
As suggested, Myti posses the most plentiful and versatile node network of all the races. They can harness any form of magic, and commit themselves to any divine entity, regardless of normal restrictions. Despite this, they have one of the lowest Mana pools, disallowing them to use particularly powerful magic, even with their outstanding affinity. They prefer to dabble in psychic magic, more than any other race, as it does not require large amount of energy, but rather significant amounts of control. They may use soul magic, but the risk of doing so is at least ten times higher than if a human were to dabble in the same classification, forcing them to stray away from that particular school of study.
The average lifespan of female Myti is 200-220 years. They stand 4.5-5.5 feet on average, are covered in fur from head to toe, and posses very cat-like features, such as a tail, sharp claws, sharp fangs, and small fuzzy ears.
The average lifespan of a Male Myti is 300-320 years. They stand 4-5 feet on average, and have more human-like features, lacking fur around their face, appendages, and back areas. Myti males do not have claws, or sharp fangs.
Myti are Matriarchal. Nearly 95% of their race consists of females, which has affected their culture, and made them one of the least-populated races in all of Thoris. Although maintaining total control, female Myti enter 'heat' once every 6 months. During this period of time, not much changes. They are however completely overtaken by sexual urges if placed in the presence of a Male Myti. Some Myti Females are able to suppress this urge and usually achieve positions of power for that reason alone. As a result of mating, females can give birth to litters of kits. Myti mature very quickly as well, reaching full maturity at the age of 15.
Some unique traits that Myti have are not surprising. For one, their tails allow them to always land on their feet. They possess the most advanced ears out of all the races as well, allowing them to hear for miles, and differentiate sounds from one another. This ability to tone out 'sound pollution' makes them almost impossible to ambush or confuse. It does however, have its limits. They're particular vulnerable to high-pitched noises, and cannot think clearly if there are too many different noises assailing their sense of hearing.
Perhaps the most impressive trait that all Myti wield, is their sense of smell. Not only can Myti smell objects in a similar fashion to large cats, but they wield the ability to smell the very essence of mana, allowing them to differentiate between magical classifications, elements, and even people simple based on how they use magic. Some Female Myti can even smell a person's nodes, allow them to determine what type of magic they can use in advance, if at all.
Although Male Myti are biologically inferior to females, some possess one talent that their female counterparts do not. Males are capable of communicating with the beasts of Thoris. This is however, a very rare ability. It also doesn't always allow them to control or reason with the creatures in question. Females widely believe this talent to be completely useless.
~ Major General Philip Norwell, How I Lost My Pinky Finger ~
Myti (Pronounced Mee~Tee) are catlike folk who take to forested areas like animals with ease. Their affinity with magic trumps every other race in Thoris, standing out as the most advanced casters in the world. Unlike every other race, the Myti are naturally gifted in magic, and do not need to sustain their nodes to prevent node death. Harnessing Mana is almost like learning how to walk for a Myti. That being said, they are the most physically frail of the races. Even then, they are particularly agile, and lightweight.
As suggested, Myti posses the most plentiful and versatile node network of all the races. They can harness any form of magic, and commit themselves to any divine entity, regardless of normal restrictions. Despite this, they have one of the lowest Mana pools, disallowing them to use particularly powerful magic, even with their outstanding affinity. They prefer to dabble in psychic magic, more than any other race, as it does not require large amount of energy, but rather significant amounts of control. They may use soul magic, but the risk of doing so is at least ten times higher than if a human were to dabble in the same classification, forcing them to stray away from that particular school of study.
The average lifespan of female Myti is 200-220 years. They stand 4.5-5.5 feet on average, are covered in fur from head to toe, and posses very cat-like features, such as a tail, sharp claws, sharp fangs, and small fuzzy ears.
The average lifespan of a Male Myti is 300-320 years. They stand 4-5 feet on average, and have more human-like features, lacking fur around their face, appendages, and back areas. Myti males do not have claws, or sharp fangs.
Myti are Matriarchal. Nearly 95% of their race consists of females, which has affected their culture, and made them one of the least-populated races in all of Thoris. Although maintaining total control, female Myti enter 'heat' once every 6 months. During this period of time, not much changes. They are however completely overtaken by sexual urges if placed in the presence of a Male Myti. Some Myti Females are able to suppress this urge and usually achieve positions of power for that reason alone. As a result of mating, females can give birth to litters of kits. Myti mature very quickly as well, reaching full maturity at the age of 15.
Some unique traits that Myti have are not surprising. For one, their tails allow them to always land on their feet. They possess the most advanced ears out of all the races as well, allowing them to hear for miles, and differentiate sounds from one another. This ability to tone out 'sound pollution' makes them almost impossible to ambush or confuse. It does however, have its limits. They're particular vulnerable to high-pitched noises, and cannot think clearly if there are too many different noises assailing their sense of hearing.
Perhaps the most impressive trait that all Myti wield, is their sense of smell. Not only can Myti smell objects in a similar fashion to large cats, but they wield the ability to smell the very essence of mana, allowing them to differentiate between magical classifications, elements, and even people simple based on how they use magic. Some Female Myti can even smell a person's nodes, allow them to determine what type of magic they can use in advance, if at all.
Although Male Myti are biologically inferior to females, some possess one talent that their female counterparts do not. Males are capable of communicating with the beasts of Thoris. This is however, a very rare ability. It also doesn't always allow them to control or reason with the creatures in question. Females widely believe this talent to be completely useless.
"...Right stuck up, those stupid knife ears! Said that using a metal fork an' spoon was barbaric! I wanna' see em mock us when all their utensils are rotted or full'a termites!"
~ A disgruntled tavern keep ~
Eldi are very similar to humans in both appearance and practices, as they exist to evolve and expand their knowledge above all else. But rather than practicing the art of technology, which they believe to be fairly barbaric applications of intelligence, Eldi study the realm of magic more thoroughly than any other race. Unlike the Myti however, their affinity with magic is not as advanced. Their understanding of how magic actually works however is absolutely astonishing, allowing them to create some of the most complex and intricate spells known to man. They possess one thing that sets them apart inherently, and defines their army as one of the most dangerous forces in Thoris. Eldi have the largest Mana pools out of all the races in Thoris, by a significant degree.
The Eldi node network is almost identical to a humans. However, it possesses a single flaw. Eldi nodes, once practiced in a particular kind of magic, will not allow different types of Mana flow, often restricting them to a particular school of magic for their entire lives. Unlike a human or a Myti, who may practice multiple forms of magic freely, the Eldi may only use a single school of magic within a single classification. This goes as far as removing their ability to manifest raw arcane energy outside their bodies if an Eldi caster specializes in fire magic, for example. The benefit to this, is that when it comes to specialization, not even the Myti can stand toe to toe with an Eldi. Even so, an Eldi's physical form is weaker than a humans, making them slightly more agile, but far less physically powerful.
The average lifespan of an Eldi is 200-220 years. They stand 5.5-6.5 feet tall on average, have lithe frames, thin faces, and knife-like pointed ears.
Eldi give birth exactly like Humans, but females may only have 3 children. A fourth child will end up killing them. Eldi Mature at the age of 17.
Unique traits that Eldi possess are perhaps the most peculiar and horrific out of all races. For one, Eldi are capable of cannibalizing humanoids with no risk. It is not a common practice in larger Nations, eating other humanoids is known to improve an Eldi's mana capacity even further. This seems to have no limit, despite the fact that it is absolutely reprehensible. It grants Eldi even more potential in their specializations, however, if they chose to start eating people.
Perhaps the most defining trait of the Eldi is their ability to pass on knowledge through birth. It is however, a costly and uncommon practice that may only be performed by females under the age of 100. Upon having a third child, it will possess the collective knowledge of both its mother and father once it is old enough to think clearly. As a result, the mother's life force is completely drained, and the child's eyes stricken with Heterochromia, granting one eye the color of their mother's, and the other, their father's.
~ A disgruntled tavern keep ~
Eldi are very similar to humans in both appearance and practices, as they exist to evolve and expand their knowledge above all else. But rather than practicing the art of technology, which they believe to be fairly barbaric applications of intelligence, Eldi study the realm of magic more thoroughly than any other race. Unlike the Myti however, their affinity with magic is not as advanced. Their understanding of how magic actually works however is absolutely astonishing, allowing them to create some of the most complex and intricate spells known to man. They possess one thing that sets them apart inherently, and defines their army as one of the most dangerous forces in Thoris. Eldi have the largest Mana pools out of all the races in Thoris, by a significant degree.
The Eldi node network is almost identical to a humans. However, it possesses a single flaw. Eldi nodes, once practiced in a particular kind of magic, will not allow different types of Mana flow, often restricting them to a particular school of magic for their entire lives. Unlike a human or a Myti, who may practice multiple forms of magic freely, the Eldi may only use a single school of magic within a single classification. This goes as far as removing their ability to manifest raw arcane energy outside their bodies if an Eldi caster specializes in fire magic, for example. The benefit to this, is that when it comes to specialization, not even the Myti can stand toe to toe with an Eldi. Even so, an Eldi's physical form is weaker than a humans, making them slightly more agile, but far less physically powerful.
The average lifespan of an Eldi is 200-220 years. They stand 5.5-6.5 feet tall on average, have lithe frames, thin faces, and knife-like pointed ears.
Eldi give birth exactly like Humans, but females may only have 3 children. A fourth child will end up killing them. Eldi Mature at the age of 17.
Unique traits that Eldi possess are perhaps the most peculiar and horrific out of all races. For one, Eldi are capable of cannibalizing humanoids with no risk. It is not a common practice in larger Nations, eating other humanoids is known to improve an Eldi's mana capacity even further. This seems to have no limit, despite the fact that it is absolutely reprehensible. It grants Eldi even more potential in their specializations, however, if they chose to start eating people.
Perhaps the most defining trait of the Eldi is their ability to pass on knowledge through birth. It is however, a costly and uncommon practice that may only be performed by females under the age of 100. Upon having a third child, it will possess the collective knowledge of both its mother and father once it is old enough to think clearly. As a result, the mother's life force is completely drained, and the child's eyes stricken with Heterochromia, granting one eye the color of their mother's, and the other, their father's.
"...Momma says they ain't real, Peter. Stop frettin' over lil greenies and get me anotha' 'tater..."
~ Leon Casteli to his younger brother after being warned of the 'lil greenies' taking their supplies. ~
There are quite a few mythical races throughout Thoris that certain history books like to reference, the types of races that exist in the darkest recesses of the world. Gibu are once such race of gremlin-like creatures that do in fact exist, scattered across the world of Thoris. Although record show them as feral, beast-like monsters that haven't a shred of intelligence, the Gibu are in-fact quite cunning, and use their intelligence, paired with their minuscule stature, to hide from the world around them, whether it be as a miniature hidden society in the wilds, or as single entities, thieving from larger nations to sustain themselves or fulfill their goals. Many who have read about their existence dismiss them as folklore, while other believe they are a real race of sentient creatures. In fear of the reaction that more imposing races may have, Gibu largely remain concealed from the modern world and take to the shadows.
Gibu are unique creatures, and that isn't just because of their green skin, short stature, and ugly features. They possess one of the most intricate node networks in the entire world of Thoris. Not only does this make them exceptionally talented users of Metaphysical magic, a form of mana manipulation that usually requires a significant level of mastery, but it prevents psychic magic from working on them at all. Additionally, their mana flow actually protrudes from their body and re-enters regularly, giving them a physical aura. This may sound like a detriment, and it is in some cases, but this also allows them to physically feel past the limit of their physical bodies, usually up to several feet at once. Some Gibu can actually manipulate their aura to expand further, granting them zones where they can conjure mana externally rather than ejecting it from their body, almost undetected. This aura of their shrinks as their mana supply runs low, eventually disappearing until they are able to rest.
Physically, Gibu are pathetic creatures. They are quick and agile, and very lightweight, but their bodies are extraordinarily frail. They lack strength, and their mana supplies are actually quite low, making them incapable fighters. Due to this, many Gibu resort to sneaky tricks and deceptive magic, using their natural auras and mastery over subterfuge to keep themselves out of trouble. They are not a territorial race, and would prefer to run from a fight than directly confront aggressors if possible. But there are many Gibu who resent the cowardice that their people have adopted, and try to take the world head on.
The average lifespan of a Gibu is 40-50 years. They stand 3-4 feet tall on average, have very thin limbs, large noses, large ears, and varying shades of green skin. Female Gibu tend to have thinner ears, and smaller noses.
Gibu give birth similar to humans, but often die during child birth despite often having two to three children at once. Gibu mature at age 10.
Some unique traits that Gibu possess, aside from their node network and auras, include their natural ability to stick to walls with their palms and feet, and an immunity to almost every poison in the entire world. This includes things that would typically be lethal for other races, such as carbon monoxide, arsenic, and bleach. Gibu also have an exceptional set of lungs and a very powerful heart despite their small sizes, giving them a disproportionate amount of stamina for their size. Not only do they rarely tire, and require less than one fourth the sleep of a typical humanoid, but they can survive in terrain with very little oxygen, and have the capacity to speak very loudly, almost like walking talking megaphones. The down side to this, is that they have a tendency to bleed out in a manner of seconds, even from small cuts that would be superficial for most other races. Gibu are also poor recipients of alchemical creations. Healing potions, body altering mixture, and in some cases, soul magic can fail to have an effect on their bodies at all.
~ Leon Casteli to his younger brother after being warned of the 'lil greenies' taking their supplies. ~
There are quite a few mythical races throughout Thoris that certain history books like to reference, the types of races that exist in the darkest recesses of the world. Gibu are once such race of gremlin-like creatures that do in fact exist, scattered across the world of Thoris. Although record show them as feral, beast-like monsters that haven't a shred of intelligence, the Gibu are in-fact quite cunning, and use their intelligence, paired with their minuscule stature, to hide from the world around them, whether it be as a miniature hidden society in the wilds, or as single entities, thieving from larger nations to sustain themselves or fulfill their goals. Many who have read about their existence dismiss them as folklore, while other believe they are a real race of sentient creatures. In fear of the reaction that more imposing races may have, Gibu largely remain concealed from the modern world and take to the shadows.
Gibu are unique creatures, and that isn't just because of their green skin, short stature, and ugly features. They possess one of the most intricate node networks in the entire world of Thoris. Not only does this make them exceptionally talented users of Metaphysical magic, a form of mana manipulation that usually requires a significant level of mastery, but it prevents psychic magic from working on them at all. Additionally, their mana flow actually protrudes from their body and re-enters regularly, giving them a physical aura. This may sound like a detriment, and it is in some cases, but this also allows them to physically feel past the limit of their physical bodies, usually up to several feet at once. Some Gibu can actually manipulate their aura to expand further, granting them zones where they can conjure mana externally rather than ejecting it from their body, almost undetected. This aura of their shrinks as their mana supply runs low, eventually disappearing until they are able to rest.
Physically, Gibu are pathetic creatures. They are quick and agile, and very lightweight, but their bodies are extraordinarily frail. They lack strength, and their mana supplies are actually quite low, making them incapable fighters. Due to this, many Gibu resort to sneaky tricks and deceptive magic, using their natural auras and mastery over subterfuge to keep themselves out of trouble. They are not a territorial race, and would prefer to run from a fight than directly confront aggressors if possible. But there are many Gibu who resent the cowardice that their people have adopted, and try to take the world head on.
The average lifespan of a Gibu is 40-50 years. They stand 3-4 feet tall on average, have very thin limbs, large noses, large ears, and varying shades of green skin. Female Gibu tend to have thinner ears, and smaller noses.
Gibu give birth similar to humans, but often die during child birth despite often having two to three children at once. Gibu mature at age 10.
Some unique traits that Gibu possess, aside from their node network and auras, include their natural ability to stick to walls with their palms and feet, and an immunity to almost every poison in the entire world. This includes things that would typically be lethal for other races, such as carbon monoxide, arsenic, and bleach. Gibu also have an exceptional set of lungs and a very powerful heart despite their small sizes, giving them a disproportionate amount of stamina for their size. Not only do they rarely tire, and require less than one fourth the sleep of a typical humanoid, but they can survive in terrain with very little oxygen, and have the capacity to speak very loudly, almost like walking talking megaphones. The down side to this, is that they have a tendency to bleed out in a manner of seconds, even from small cuts that would be superficial for most other races. Gibu are also poor recipients of alchemical creations. Healing potions, body altering mixture, and in some cases, soul magic can fail to have an effect on their bodies at all.
Threat Class System
Common throughout the major nations of Thoris is the universal Threat Class System, or TCS, used to disambiguate different types of beasts that prowl in the wild. Threat levels dictate how Nations should respond to any given creatures, but are more commonly acted upon by the Nations of Arcadia and Marrenfall, considering their superior Caravan systems and importance in Thoris.
"They've got some nifty firepower, sure, but I wouldn't think twice about ignoring a few overgrown wasps tapping on the Caravan walls."
~ Major Thomas Orlan, speaking about the danger of Acid Stingers ~
Although not a true threat level, 'minimal danger' threats are still considered dangerous to individuals in the wild. These encompass any creature that does not fall into another threat category, but still possess the mindset and/or capabilities to inflict harm, or kill a humanoid. They do not requirethe action of a hunting Caravan.
~ Major Thomas Orlan, speaking about the danger of Acid Stingers ~
Although not a true threat level, 'minimal danger' threats are still considered dangerous to individuals in the wild. These encompass any creature that does not fall into another threat category, but still possess the mindset and/or capabilities to inflict harm, or kill a humanoid. They do not requirethe action of a hunting Caravan.
"Fifty thousand, at least. They look cute, like little bunnies, but a swarm of them can strip a human's flesh to the bone in a manner of seconds."
~ Beast Researcher Harold Wel, Commenting on the Bulposs Threat of 1109-4E ~
The creatures that make up a Pest-class Threat can be harmless on their own, even to a single person out in the wilds. The reason this is considered a 'threat' level, is due to the rapid reproduction rates, or naturally excessive population of the beasts in question. Due to their swarm-like properties, a pest-level threat is associated with the creature in question if they exist in large enough quantities, and pose a danger of any magnitude. To be considered a threat, they must either reach a pre-determined mass/population in relation to their individual danger status.
1. Dispatch a reconnaissance Caravan to assess the size and danger of the threat.
2a. If the threat does not pose the predetermined dangers required to be considered pest-level, a reassessment is required by the appropriate authorities.
2b. Dispatch an appropriately equipped hunting Caravan to rapidly eradicate the threat.
~ Beast Researcher Harold Wel, Commenting on the Bulposs Threat of 1109-4E ~
The creatures that make up a Pest-class Threat can be harmless on their own, even to a single person out in the wilds. The reason this is considered a 'threat' level, is due to the rapid reproduction rates, or naturally excessive population of the beasts in question. Due to their swarm-like properties, a pest-level threat is associated with the creature in question if they exist in large enough quantities, and pose a danger of any magnitude. To be considered a threat, they must either reach a pre-determined mass/population in relation to their individual danger status.
1. Dispatch a reconnaissance Caravan to assess the size and danger of the threat.
2a. If the threat does not pose the predetermined dangers required to be considered pest-level, a reassessment is required by the appropriate authorities.
2b. Dispatch an appropriately equipped hunting Caravan to rapidly eradicate the threat.
"It was like the fucking grim reaper, man. Came in the middle of the night. Half of us were asleep, but I saw it close up. Scythes for hands, skin like fucking coal, Maeti! It sliced the fucking roof right off our Caravan!"
~ A young Matthew Bolo, commenting on his encounter with a Grim ~
Monster-class threats are creatures that display destructive tenancies, and/or dangerous capabilities. In order to reach this class, a threat must be large or strong enough to inflict crippling damage upon a Caravan. These creatures pose a significant danger to Caravan routes, and are rather numerous. Among many Caravan Knights, Monster level threats are referred to simply as 'Monsters' and are the number one danger that they will face while outside of their home nation. Monster level threats can be extremely aggressive, sometimes going out of their way to hunt humanoids. They can range in size, and rarely travel in pairs or packs, but it is not unheard of to see them working together. Monster level threats, unfortunately, cannot be realistically managed. Instead, all Caravans are given full authority to take on the responsibilities of a hunting Caravan, and directly engage a monster-level threat if they are able. Since they can rarely be avoided, and exist so plentifully across Thoris, most caravans will come face-to-face with at least one monster level threat if they leave the immediate area around their Nation.
1. If coming into a contact with any monster-level threats, you have the authority to engage immediately, regardless of your mission, full stop.
~ A young Matthew Bolo, commenting on his encounter with a Grim ~
Monster-class threats are creatures that display destructive tenancies, and/or dangerous capabilities. In order to reach this class, a threat must be large or strong enough to inflict crippling damage upon a Caravan. These creatures pose a significant danger to Caravan routes, and are rather numerous. Among many Caravan Knights, Monster level threats are referred to simply as 'Monsters' and are the number one danger that they will face while outside of their home nation. Monster level threats can be extremely aggressive, sometimes going out of their way to hunt humanoids. They can range in size, and rarely travel in pairs or packs, but it is not unheard of to see them working together. Monster level threats, unfortunately, cannot be realistically managed. Instead, all Caravans are given full authority to take on the responsibilities of a hunting Caravan, and directly engage a monster-level threat if they are able. Since they can rarely be avoided, and exist so plentifully across Thoris, most caravans will come face-to-face with at least one monster level threat if they leave the immediate area around their Nation.
1. If coming into a contact with any monster-level threats, you have the authority to engage immediately, regardless of your mission, full stop.
"Don't worry. I'll take care of this scraggly bastard..."
~ The Late 'Headmaster Krelin', moments before being torn to pieces by five Vinucards. ~
Pack-class threats are similar to Pest-level threats, in that they refer to a pack of creatures that pose significant risk. To put it simply, a pack level threat refers to a grouping of of Monster-class threats or higher. They range in danger, and must be assessed in an identical fashion to pest level threats before action is taken.
1. Dispatch a reconnaissance Caravan to assess the size and danger of the threat.
2a. If the threat does not pose the predetermined dangers required to be considered pack-level, a reassessment is required by the appropriate authorities.
2b. Dispatch an appropriately equipped hunting Caravan to rapidly eradicate the threat.
~ The Late 'Headmaster Krelin', moments before being torn to pieces by five Vinucards. ~
Pack-class threats are similar to Pest-level threats, in that they refer to a pack of creatures that pose significant risk. To put it simply, a pack level threat refers to a grouping of of Monster-class threats or higher. They range in danger, and must be assessed in an identical fashion to pest level threats before action is taken.
1. Dispatch a reconnaissance Caravan to assess the size and danger of the threat.
2a. If the threat does not pose the predetermined dangers required to be considered pack-level, a reassessment is required by the appropriate authorities.
2b. Dispatch an appropriately equipped hunting Caravan to rapidly eradicate the threat.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
~ Many Newbie Knights when first encountering a Colossal threat ~
Colossal-class threats are the first threats that absolutely require a hunting Caravan to be dealt with. These threats are classified in three ways; first, they must demonstrate abilities capable of breaching a Nation's defenses; Second, they must be larger that an operating Caravan; Lastly, they must show aggressive intent. They do not pose an immediate threat to Nations, but are considered extremely dangerous, and must be hunted as soon as possible. Considering their danger, most Caravans are ordered to immediately avoid and report on the presence of a Colossal Class threat. The only Caravan types that is permitted to engage with colossal threats without prior permission, are Hunting Caravans, who may treat them like a Monster-class threat if they do not choose to simply report them.
1. Upon spotting a possible Colossal Class threat, you are to immediately discern, within reason, whether it meets all parameters to be considered as such. If you cannot do so, report it upon returning from your mission as a 'possible Colossal threat'.
2a. If you are able to discern a Colossal Class threat, immediately abort your mission and return with your report.
2b. If you are designated to a hunting Caravan, and are able to Discern a Colossal Class threat, you may choose to engage the threat immediately, or continue your mission. Do not abandon your initial mission unless it is responding to a lower threat level.
3. After a Colossal Class threat is reported, a hunting Caravan must immediately be dispatched to deal with it.
~ Many Newbie Knights when first encountering a Colossal threat ~
Colossal-class threats are the first threats that absolutely require a hunting Caravan to be dealt with. These threats are classified in three ways; first, they must demonstrate abilities capable of breaching a Nation's defenses; Second, they must be larger that an operating Caravan; Lastly, they must show aggressive intent. They do not pose an immediate threat to Nations, but are considered extremely dangerous, and must be hunted as soon as possible. Considering their danger, most Caravans are ordered to immediately avoid and report on the presence of a Colossal Class threat. The only Caravan types that is permitted to engage with colossal threats without prior permission, are Hunting Caravans, who may treat them like a Monster-class threat if they do not choose to simply report them.
1. Upon spotting a possible Colossal Class threat, you are to immediately discern, within reason, whether it meets all parameters to be considered as such. If you cannot do so, report it upon returning from your mission as a 'possible Colossal threat'.
2a. If you are able to discern a Colossal Class threat, immediately abort your mission and return with your report.
2b. If you are designated to a hunting Caravan, and are able to Discern a Colossal Class threat, you may choose to engage the threat immediately, or continue your mission. Do not abandon your initial mission unless it is responding to a lower threat level.
3. After a Colossal Class threat is reported, a hunting Caravan must immediately be dispatched to deal with it.
"I want Caravan Leo and Caravan Beta on the left hind leg. Gamma and two Elite squadrons will take up the front to draw its magic. Climbers will take up the rear and look for an opportunity to reach its gem when we immobilize it. This won't be an easy one, Hendrick."
~ Lieutenant colonel Yvette Eridal, 1239-4E, Prepping the raid of the Titan Class threat, Bystomolis ~
Titan-Class threats are considered to be the most dangerous creatures in all of Thoris. Although they are very uncommon, a Titan class threat can be classified by a single parameter; Titan class threats appear large enough to topple a Nation by simply walking through it. It is their gigantic size that makes them a threat. Whether or not they are aggressive is of little importance. The largest recorded Titan-class threat was large enough to wrap around the entire circumference of Arcadia. It was a super-massive serpent, dubbed 'Marigold'. Fortunately, Arcadia in particular has slain several Titan-class threats. Not once has their Nation fallen victim to significant damage as a result.
1. Upon coming into contact with a Titan class threat, immediately abandon all missions and return with a report as fast as possible.
2. A specialized series of hunting Caravans are to study confirmed Titan-class threats for a determined period of time, while conducting several 'mock hunts' to confirm its abilities, and weaknesses.
3. After adequate information has been acquired, elite hunting Caravans are to be organized, trained, and dispatched to eradicate the threat.
4. In the event that a Titan class threat reaches Arcadia, all knights ranked Captain or higher are given permission to assist in the battle. Lieutenants are to follow any and all orders.
~ Lieutenant colonel Yvette Eridal, 1239-4E, Prepping the raid of the Titan Class threat, Bystomolis ~
Titan-Class threats are considered to be the most dangerous creatures in all of Thoris. Although they are very uncommon, a Titan class threat can be classified by a single parameter; Titan class threats appear large enough to topple a Nation by simply walking through it. It is their gigantic size that makes them a threat. Whether or not they are aggressive is of little importance. The largest recorded Titan-class threat was large enough to wrap around the entire circumference of Arcadia. It was a super-massive serpent, dubbed 'Marigold'. Fortunately, Arcadia in particular has slain several Titan-class threats. Not once has their Nation fallen victim to significant damage as a result.
1. Upon coming into contact with a Titan class threat, immediately abandon all missions and return with a report as fast as possible.
2. A specialized series of hunting Caravans are to study confirmed Titan-class threats for a determined period of time, while conducting several 'mock hunts' to confirm its abilities, and weaknesses.
3. After adequate information has been acquired, elite hunting Caravans are to be organized, trained, and dispatched to eradicate the threat.
4. In the event that a Titan class threat reaches Arcadia, all knights ranked Captain or higher are given permission to assist in the battle. Lieutenants are to follow any and all orders.
"The sky churned with darkened energies. A cascade of auburn hues swirled overhead like escaped nightmares as it fell upon us and brought civilization to its knees."
~ Excerpt From a Final Hymn of the First Era, 1260-1E ~
Although never confirmed, researchers have hypothesized on a class of beast capable of bringing about the end of all intelligent life. There are no details in the annals of history reaching back to the first Era, but evidence supports the idea that each Era was ended by a catastrophic event. The theory of an Extinction-Level threat is widely praised to be possible, considering the discrepancy in size between Titans. There are contingencies already in place for such an occurrence, but with the amount of knowledge that Nations have of beasts of such magnitude, that being none, there's no telling whether or not it will be enough. Since Extinction level threats are currently fictional in the eyes of most military personnel, contingencies are not public knowledge, nor are there any plans to make them a widely-practiced set of orders.
~ Excerpt From a Final Hymn of the First Era, 1260-1E ~
Although never confirmed, researchers have hypothesized on a class of beast capable of bringing about the end of all intelligent life. There are no details in the annals of history reaching back to the first Era, but evidence supports the idea that each Era was ended by a catastrophic event. The theory of an Extinction-Level threat is widely praised to be possible, considering the discrepancy in size between Titans. There are contingencies already in place for such an occurrence, but with the amount of knowledge that Nations have of beasts of such magnitude, that being none, there's no telling whether or not it will be enough. Since Extinction level threats are currently fictional in the eyes of most military personnel, contingencies are not public knowledge, nor are there any plans to make them a widely-practiced set of orders.
The Main Nations of Thoris
"...Solidarity, Safety, and Simplicity..."
~ The three vows of Arcadia ~
Considered to be the worlds largest and most prosperous super-power, Arcadia is a symbol of unity and peace. Within the giant white-marbled castle-city, which itself is etched into the bottom half of a mountain, each and every intelligent race lives in union with one another. The culture of the city sets itself out as something hard to define. Since everyone is free to act however they wish, as long as they do not break the laws of their home, many sub-districts have formed behind Arcadia's walls. Likewise, there are areas within the city where tolerance is key, and all shreds of racism and prejudice have been shed completely. Unfortunately, no nation is perfect, and the districts within Arcadia are often at odds with one another. Even so, Arcadia is the richest, most prosperous nation in Thoris, and sits at the center of the world's single super-massive continent.
The paladin order of Arcadia is by far, the largest collection of Paladins in Thoris.
~ The three vows of Arcadia ~
Considered to be the worlds largest and most prosperous super-power, Arcadia is a symbol of unity and peace. Within the giant white-marbled castle-city, which itself is etched into the bottom half of a mountain, each and every intelligent race lives in union with one another. The culture of the city sets itself out as something hard to define. Since everyone is free to act however they wish, as long as they do not break the laws of their home, many sub-districts have formed behind Arcadia's walls. Likewise, there are areas within the city where tolerance is key, and all shreds of racism and prejudice have been shed completely. Unfortunately, no nation is perfect, and the districts within Arcadia are often at odds with one another. Even so, Arcadia is the richest, most prosperous nation in Thoris, and sits at the center of the world's single super-massive continent.
The paladin order of Arcadia is by far, the largest collection of Paladins in Thoris.
"...There is nothing wrong with leaving the dark-skin Lok'Sha to their whims. They are born in the caves proudly, they live in caves proudly, and they will die in caves with that pride still in-tact..."
~ Warchief Lu'li'po, 1213-4E, 'Addressing the concerns of bottom dwellers' ~
Smor'Gen'Blok is the Lok'Sha home Nation, a partially underground/above ground collation of tunnels and plateaus that link into a multi-level kingdom, run by crazy rock people. The Nation of S'G'B is a dictated by a caste system, ranking its citizens based on their occupation, physical strength, and birth family. The higher one's caste, the higher they live, literally. The rulers of the Lok'Sha Nation live on the highest mountain peak, while peasants and laborers live in the tunnels that sprawl underground, out of the light's reach. Some Lok'Sha will live their entire life never seeing the sun, while others will find themselves trapped atop a plateau until they grow old. The society within S'G'B is exclusively Lok'Sha friendly, and prejudiced against other races to the umpteenth degree. The nation does not bend very often to the whims of its neighbors, but the rulers of S'G'B tend to keep to themselves, either way, not eager to participate in pointless conflict. Despite this, S'G'B's warlord of the 400th-600th centuries was one of the sole forces that caused the first great war.
The Berserker tribes of S'G'B make up the vast majority of Ra'Ja'Ka's followers.
~ Warchief Lu'li'po, 1213-4E, 'Addressing the concerns of bottom dwellers' ~
Smor'Gen'Blok is the Lok'Sha home Nation, a partially underground/above ground collation of tunnels and plateaus that link into a multi-level kingdom, run by crazy rock people. The Nation of S'G'B is a dictated by a caste system, ranking its citizens based on their occupation, physical strength, and birth family. The higher one's caste, the higher they live, literally. The rulers of the Lok'Sha Nation live on the highest mountain peak, while peasants and laborers live in the tunnels that sprawl underground, out of the light's reach. Some Lok'Sha will live their entire life never seeing the sun, while others will find themselves trapped atop a plateau until they grow old. The society within S'G'B is exclusively Lok'Sha friendly, and prejudiced against other races to the umpteenth degree. The nation does not bend very often to the whims of its neighbors, but the rulers of S'G'B tend to keep to themselves, either way, not eager to participate in pointless conflict. Despite this, S'G'B's warlord of the 400th-600th centuries was one of the sole forces that caused the first great war.
The Berserker tribes of S'G'B make up the vast majority of Ra'Ja'Ka's followers.
"...Myeah?..."
~ A very confused Myti ~
Veiled beneath forest brush, and stretching far into a western peninsula, the nation of Leias is almost one with nature. Rather than using the deterrence of walls, or brute force, the Myti of Leias use a collection of magical barriers to dissuade the dangerous beasts of the wild from stepping into their domain. This alone makes it clear that they do not truly live as one with nature, much like the Lok'Sha. Leias' culture is not very exclusive, but the living conditions within the large stretches of Leias' forest are less than hospitable to most. The Myti who originate from the woods are able to survive without issue, considering their affinity with magic and the wild brush of nature. Leias is completely peaceful, and seeks no conflict with other nations, but also sits on top of some of the most valuable magical ruins, and naturally occurring minerals in all of Thoris. Their mineral trades, and magical research, link them with the rest of the world, but there are many who seek their bounties, and not every Nation is bound by honor or morals.
~ A very confused Myti ~
Veiled beneath forest brush, and stretching far into a western peninsula, the nation of Leias is almost one with nature. Rather than using the deterrence of walls, or brute force, the Myti of Leias use a collection of magical barriers to dissuade the dangerous beasts of the wild from stepping into their domain. This alone makes it clear that they do not truly live as one with nature, much like the Lok'Sha. Leias' culture is not very exclusive, but the living conditions within the large stretches of Leias' forest are less than hospitable to most. The Myti who originate from the woods are able to survive without issue, considering their affinity with magic and the wild brush of nature. Leias is completely peaceful, and seeks no conflict with other nations, but also sits on top of some of the most valuable magical ruins, and naturally occurring minerals in all of Thoris. Their mineral trades, and magical research, link them with the rest of the world, but there are many who seek their bounties, and not every Nation is bound by honor or morals.
"...We will fight your war, and in turn, you will surrender to us a son of Maeti for further study..."
~ High chairman Morthsar to the 4th king of Arcadia, 572-4E, 'The Kel-Cadia alliance' ~
Kel is one of the many Eldi home nations. Unlike most other major races in Thoris, the Eldi do not have a single home nation. Instead, they have divided it into four nations. If they were ranked in terms of strength and relevance, Kel would rank fourth.
Kel exists at the top of a large, forested cliff that meets the Jillaian sea at its edge. The city's people consists mostly of Eldi, but unlike other home nations, the Eldi are accepting of all races, making Kel slightly more diverse than others, despite its overwhelming Eldi population. The people of Kel are completely peaceful, but value magical knowledge relevant to nature and the elements above all else. Even the city's high chancellor is swayed by such knowledge. In the past, Kel has been influenced to fight in wars in exchange for grand secrets, all of which still remain hidden, as those who have attained Kel's power have never been on the losing side of a war. Despite all of this, and the union that the Eldi home nations have, they are completely separate in terms of politics, and have fought against one another in the past. They cannot be considered one people, much less a unified front, for the sake of war or any sort of conflict/union.
~ High chairman Morthsar to the 4th king of Arcadia, 572-4E, 'The Kel-Cadia alliance' ~
Kel is one of the many Eldi home nations. Unlike most other major races in Thoris, the Eldi do not have a single home nation. Instead, they have divided it into four nations. If they were ranked in terms of strength and relevance, Kel would rank fourth.
Kel exists at the top of a large, forested cliff that meets the Jillaian sea at its edge. The city's people consists mostly of Eldi, but unlike other home nations, the Eldi are accepting of all races, making Kel slightly more diverse than others, despite its overwhelming Eldi population. The people of Kel are completely peaceful, but value magical knowledge relevant to nature and the elements above all else. Even the city's high chancellor is swayed by such knowledge. In the past, Kel has been influenced to fight in wars in exchange for grand secrets, all of which still remain hidden, as those who have attained Kel's power have never been on the losing side of a war. Despite all of this, and the union that the Eldi home nations have, they are completely separate in terms of politics, and have fought against one another in the past. They cannot be considered one people, much less a unified front, for the sake of war or any sort of conflict/union.
"...Sure, we've tried to work with steam power before. But we just have to concede that competing with the evolution of Human technology is completely futile! No matter what we try, it will usually be more beneficial to just rely on the creation of humans instead..."
~ President Kairn Virion of Ophis Wel, 1020-4E, 'The State of Eldi Technology' ~
Ophis Wel is home to what most like to refer to as the Eldan Progressive movement. Unlike most Eldi cultures that swear off adopting advanced technology from Marrenfall, Ophis well has integrated their inventions with open arms, flooding the city with creations that make life easier, and safer. Of course, just like Marrenfall, the city is heavily populated and inflicted with a fair amount of pollution. Ophis Wel's population is entirely Eldan. Although they allow visitors from other Nations to visit regardless of race, only Eldi are allowed to seek permanent refuge within their walls. Out of all the Eldi Nations, Ophis will ranks as the second most powerful, and the absolute richest, despite being the least magically advanced. Many Eldi that prefer Eldan customs do not like the way this Nation runs itself, but it has successfully given the typically exclusive Eldi race a better standing in the world overall.
~ President Kairn Virion of Ophis Wel, 1020-4E, 'The State of Eldi Technology' ~
Ophis Wel is home to what most like to refer to as the Eldan Progressive movement. Unlike most Eldi cultures that swear off adopting advanced technology from Marrenfall, Ophis well has integrated their inventions with open arms, flooding the city with creations that make life easier, and safer. Of course, just like Marrenfall, the city is heavily populated and inflicted with a fair amount of pollution. Ophis Wel's population is entirely Eldan. Although they allow visitors from other Nations to visit regardless of race, only Eldi are allowed to seek permanent refuge within their walls. Out of all the Eldi Nations, Ophis will ranks as the second most powerful, and the absolute richest, despite being the least magically advanced. Many Eldi that prefer Eldan customs do not like the way this Nation runs itself, but it has successfully given the typically exclusive Eldi race a better standing in the world overall.
"...Gods know. Would I go back if they allowed it? Fuck that! They don't have running water!..."
~ Ophis Wel's head of Trade Stanley Helio when asked 'Do you miss Levrial?' ~
Its exact location unknown to most of the world, Levrial is the home nation of the Eldi, thought to be where the Race was created at the beginning of time as sentient creatures know it. Not much is known about this wondrous forest metropolis. Even Eldi that chose to leave claim to have no knowledge of its exact location. But one thing is certain, they do not like the rest of the world very much, and only remained tied to the other Eldi Nations out of some warped sense of duty to their race.
The nation is home to the origins of Astrology, and supposedly wields phenomenal power in their divine order. Some even assert that Levrial has knowledge on the origins of artifacts, but this is completely untrue, despite the fact that they are in possession of some of the most dangerous ancient weapons in history.
~ Ophis Wel's head of Trade Stanley Helio when asked 'Do you miss Levrial?' ~
Its exact location unknown to most of the world, Levrial is the home nation of the Eldi, thought to be where the Race was created at the beginning of time as sentient creatures know it. Not much is known about this wondrous forest metropolis. Even Eldi that chose to leave claim to have no knowledge of its exact location. But one thing is certain, they do not like the rest of the world very much, and only remained tied to the other Eldi Nations out of some warped sense of duty to their race.
The nation is home to the origins of Astrology, and supposedly wields phenomenal power in their divine order. Some even assert that Levrial has knowledge on the origins of artifacts, but this is completely untrue, despite the fact that they are in possession of some of the most dangerous ancient weapons in history.
"...Drink this..."
~ Gibu Mix-Master Gop Gop with a cruel smile, testing his creations on an unsavory fellow that tried to steal his watch~
Hythul is a wasteland Nation devoid of order in any fashion. The streets are barren, the housing is spaced apart randomly, and plant life will not grow within its borders. Although it is home to an offshoot of Eldi, and happens to be where Alchemy originated from, it is hardly considered to be part of the Eldi Diamond Vigil, and only remains relevant due to its priceless supplies. Hythul's territory is not walled off like most Nations, but due to how barren the land it, monsters rarely prowl outside. Those that do, are often killed by accidentally swallowing harmful substances that are practically soaked into every inch of the Nation's soil. Hythul is most certainly a dangerous Nation with very little to offer for anyone who is searching for some form of sanctuary. Even to this day, trader must be careful to avoid the local criminals that have no respect for Caravans or travelers that only seek peaceful negotiations.
~ Gibu Mix-Master Gop Gop with a cruel smile, testing his creations on an unsavory fellow that tried to steal his watch~
Hythul is a wasteland Nation devoid of order in any fashion. The streets are barren, the housing is spaced apart randomly, and plant life will not grow within its borders. Although it is home to an offshoot of Eldi, and happens to be where Alchemy originated from, it is hardly considered to be part of the Eldi Diamond Vigil, and only remains relevant due to its priceless supplies. Hythul's territory is not walled off like most Nations, but due to how barren the land it, monsters rarely prowl outside. Those that do, are often killed by accidentally swallowing harmful substances that are practically soaked into every inch of the Nation's soil. Hythul is most certainly a dangerous Nation with very little to offer for anyone who is searching for some form of sanctuary. Even to this day, trader must be careful to avoid the local criminals that have no respect for Caravans or travelers that only seek peaceful negotiations.
"...I work day in, and day out. My hands are covered in callouses, my feet ache something fierce, I'm nearly blind in one eye because of all the smoke, my left hand don't work so good anymore, and I'm pretty sure I'm coming down with some kind of plague. This nation is built on the backs of people like me, and people like me ain't so good at standing up straight..."
~ Crafts master and famous author Hubert Barnaby, 1197-4E, 'When will our great nation fall?' ~
The nation of Marrenfell is the home city of humans, and happens to stretch across the largest plot of land out of all the nations. As expected, it also boasts the absolute highest population out of every known nation across Thoris. Other than these defining factors however, Marrenfell is relatively unremarkable. A great deal of the nation's expanse is dedicated to mundane life, allowing humans to live separate from magic in blissful ignorance, while the capitol city hosts Marrenfell's most prestigious human casters. It is also quite the hub for more modern technology created by the humans. However, with access to coal and steam craft, pollution is a very common issue throughout the entire Nation.
The city is open to any and all who wish to live within its walls, regardless of race or background, but the human population consistently outweighs each other race. Racism is also fairly common within Marrenfell, pushing many to Arcadia instead.
The paladin order of Marrenfell is sparse, spread through a system of churches, and more obsessed with recruiting believers than recruiting actual paladin. This makes them a manipulative and deceptive collective.
~ Crafts master and famous author Hubert Barnaby, 1197-4E, 'When will our great nation fall?' ~
The nation of Marrenfell is the home city of humans, and happens to stretch across the largest plot of land out of all the nations. As expected, it also boasts the absolute highest population out of every known nation across Thoris. Other than these defining factors however, Marrenfell is relatively unremarkable. A great deal of the nation's expanse is dedicated to mundane life, allowing humans to live separate from magic in blissful ignorance, while the capitol city hosts Marrenfell's most prestigious human casters. It is also quite the hub for more modern technology created by the humans. However, with access to coal and steam craft, pollution is a very common issue throughout the entire Nation.
The city is open to any and all who wish to live within its walls, regardless of race or background, but the human population consistently outweighs each other race. Racism is also fairly common within Marrenfell, pushing many to Arcadia instead.
The paladin order of Marrenfell is sparse, spread through a system of churches, and more obsessed with recruiting believers than recruiting actual paladin. This makes them a manipulative and deceptive collective.
"...The shadows whisper of a time when there were no gods, as it should be. Mortals should have never made contact with Maeti or Ra'Ja'Ka, or any of those divine creatures. They only seek to feed off of our worship. Shaidra wishes to bring an end to that, so should you..."
~ Mayor Martin Yule of Berganfont, 1250-4E, 'Martin's response to Exodar Ramsey's offer of faith' ~
Berganfont is a small nation who's people are absolutely obsessed with the ideals of their anti-god, Shaidra. The use and practice of divine magic is prohibited within their walls, and any who attempt to spread their beliefs into their territory are often shunned or hated for their arrogance and supposed righteousness. Their population is rather plentiful for a small nation though, which may be partially due to the fact that Berganfont is positioned on the edge of a suspiciously quiet and peaceful jungle. Food is plentiful and beasts are inactive during the daytime around Berganfont. There are two prominent races in the city; The Humans, and the Eldi live together without much issue. Anyone is allowed to join their society, as long as they do not peach the ideals of divine gods, and hail the teachings of Shaidra. Many citizens of Berganfont, especially those who live in the richest areas, are also against the public practice of mana usage, but do not prosecute it nearly as viciously as divine teachings.
The black Cathedral of Shaidra, despite claiming otherwise, is a divine collection of monks who tap into a mysterious power using the practice of their "Anti god" sparingly to enforce their ideals.
~ Mayor Martin Yule of Berganfont, 1250-4E, 'Martin's response to Exodar Ramsey's offer of faith' ~
Berganfont is a small nation who's people are absolutely obsessed with the ideals of their anti-god, Shaidra. The use and practice of divine magic is prohibited within their walls, and any who attempt to spread their beliefs into their territory are often shunned or hated for their arrogance and supposed righteousness. Their population is rather plentiful for a small nation though, which may be partially due to the fact that Berganfont is positioned on the edge of a suspiciously quiet and peaceful jungle. Food is plentiful and beasts are inactive during the daytime around Berganfont. There are two prominent races in the city; The Humans, and the Eldi live together without much issue. Anyone is allowed to join their society, as long as they do not peach the ideals of divine gods, and hail the teachings of Shaidra. Many citizens of Berganfont, especially those who live in the richest areas, are also against the public practice of mana usage, but do not prosecute it nearly as viciously as divine teachings.
The black Cathedral of Shaidra, despite claiming otherwise, is a divine collection of monks who tap into a mysterious power using the practice of their "Anti god" sparingly to enforce their ideals.
"...Fools! Stop this bickering! Millesol's will be done! Let the people of this nation scatter and split like wretched little rodents! Father built us to rule, and rule we shall, as brothers and sisters. We are meant for more than this! A little girl will not bring ruin to what he's striven for all these years. The only salvation she will see, is in a pool of her own blood, wrought by the united force of that which she'd so crudely thrown away..."
~ Lord Rollo Millesol, 1251-4E, 'Regarding the Troublesome Renegade' ~
Millesol is a scattered nation spread across several patches of territory. In essence, it is the aftermath of Lord Millesol's violent conquest that started nearly a century ago. Chaos and division are ripe across the towns and cities within, but at the center of it all, are the manufactured weapons that call themselves the children of Millesol.
The entire nation is divided into several sects, all of which have begun a revolution against their former leader with the death of lord Millesol. It has not been long, but most of the smaller nations have already begun to differentiate from their new government's rule by recovering their old names, and ejecting supporters of his rule from their walls. But despite the best efforts of rebellions across the city, the lord's children have established themselves as rulers throughout. Now, the country faces a ceaseless civil war as the children of Lord Millesol aim to take control of the entire Nation. Lord Rollo however, the most fearsome force in Millisol, aims to set aside this petty squabble by uniting his brothers and sisters under his banner. But if Rollo were to ascertain total control of the country, there's no telling exactly what that would mean for its people. Out of all his siblings, Rollo was most like his father, straight down to his choice of magic.
The country once had a history with Arcadia prior to Lore Millesol's conquest. Once it became clear that there was no way to continue their relationship without enacting yet another war so soon after the last great war came to a close, it was decided that they would erase all risks and cut contact with the nation entirely.
~ Lord Rollo Millesol, 1251-4E, 'Regarding the Troublesome Renegade' ~
Millesol is a scattered nation spread across several patches of territory. In essence, it is the aftermath of Lord Millesol's violent conquest that started nearly a century ago. Chaos and division are ripe across the towns and cities within, but at the center of it all, are the manufactured weapons that call themselves the children of Millesol.
The entire nation is divided into several sects, all of which have begun a revolution against their former leader with the death of lord Millesol. It has not been long, but most of the smaller nations have already begun to differentiate from their new government's rule by recovering their old names, and ejecting supporters of his rule from their walls. But despite the best efforts of rebellions across the city, the lord's children have established themselves as rulers throughout. Now, the country faces a ceaseless civil war as the children of Lord Millesol aim to take control of the entire Nation. Lord Rollo however, the most fearsome force in Millisol, aims to set aside this petty squabble by uniting his brothers and sisters under his banner. But if Rollo were to ascertain total control of the country, there's no telling exactly what that would mean for its people. Out of all his siblings, Rollo was most like his father, straight down to his choice of magic.
The country once had a history with Arcadia prior to Lore Millesol's conquest. Once it became clear that there was no way to continue their relationship without enacting yet another war so soon after the last great war came to a close, it was decided that they would erase all risks and cut contact with the nation entirely.
Relevant IC Lore Ends Here
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Rules and Regulations
1 - No god modding/power-playing/auto-hitting/all that nasty stuff. You all know this by now, I don't even know why I need to state it.
2 - Please, do not add major lore without consulting me first. You're free in-character to create explanations and locations within the universe without asking me, because it's a pretty HUGE setting. But don't go creating entire nations without letting me know about them, just so we don't end up having things contradict each other. You are free to create new magical classifications, races, nations, etc as long as we speak about it first, and you may expand on the existing nations as well. This role-play's central theme is evolution, we're playing in an evolving world.
3 - Be friendly, be tolerant, and be tolerable. I have a zero tolerance policy for self-entitled tools who go around insulting people because they think it's funny or entertaining. If you're one of those people who can't treat others with respect, you're outta here, yo.
4 - Please address me if you have any questions or concerns. I want to make this fun for everyone involved, and avoid alienating Role players. I'm open to ideas and I'm very flexible. Take advantage of that, or don't.
5 - If you cannot post frequently, then this may not be the RP for you. If you lack the time management skills to type up frequent posts, or merely suffer from constant writers block, I will not pause the progress at the expense of the entire party to wait for you, and you will fall behind.. furthermore, characters that are inactive for an entire week will be taken over by me, and become a permanent NPC. If you have something significant to deal with IRL that truly makes it impossible for you to post, like a funeral, vacation, etc, I will take temporary control over your character with your intents in mind, and allow you to return to them at any time.
On that note however, there are no requirements for post length or detail. As long as you can manage a coherent paragraph that creates progress and doesn't alienate other players, you'll be welcomed without judgement. This is very much a role play for all skill-levels.
6 - Note that all characters entered now will not be involved directly with the main group. You will either be part of a secondary group, or in a side-plot with me or somebody else 1on1 until you join the main story.
Character Sheet..?
Here's a very basic outline for you to use at your leisure. Use it as guidance, and format it any way you'd like.
Name: (First and last, or a single name/title your character goes by.
Age:
Appearance: (Pictures, or text-based descriptions are both fine)
Personality: (Optional)
Height:
Race: (One of the primary races, or one of your own creation.)
Home Nation: (One of the four primary nations, or a nation of your own creation.)
Magical Capabilities: (Classifications, specific specialties, etc.)
History: (Your backstory.)
With all that out of the way, welcome to Caravan.
The Royal Insignia of Arcadia
Jensoman Neutral Good
Member
Seen
1 mo ago
Name: Flin Meeru
Age: 27
Appearance:
Height: 5.8 feet
Race: Human
Home Nation: Arcadia
Personality: He is a good guy at heart, but can come over as non-chalant, non-caring and arrogant at times. It takes a while before he opens up to people. He is willing to kill creatures or people when nessecary, but tries to avoid doing so.
Magical Capabilities: Arcane and Metaphysical. Flin can manipulate sound and has Mid-blue color arcane energy for defensive purposes.
History: Flin earned his money within Arcadia by playing songs for people, and easing the pain of those who were suffering. His attitude often got him into fights, but he always trusted on his magic to get him out of a yam. If he were to beat someone, he'd also take the luxury of stealing their money. This granted him great skill in pickpocketing. He wanted to do more than this, though. He knew that the tension between nations was high, and he wanted to help others. And frankly, his current way of life felt too boring for him.
As such, he began to join in caravan runs to experience the wildlife outside of Arcadia. It earned him more money than he did before. He could earn good money, and help his nation by doing so, so why not?
Age: 27
Appearance:
Height: 5.8 feet
Race: Human
Home Nation: Arcadia
Personality: He is a good guy at heart, but can come over as non-chalant, non-caring and arrogant at times. It takes a while before he opens up to people. He is willing to kill creatures or people when nessecary, but tries to avoid doing so.
Magical Capabilities: Arcane and Metaphysical. Flin can manipulate sound and has Mid-blue color arcane energy for defensive purposes.
History: Flin earned his money within Arcadia by playing songs for people, and easing the pain of those who were suffering. His attitude often got him into fights, but he always trusted on his magic to get him out of a yam. If he were to beat someone, he'd also take the luxury of stealing their money. This granted him great skill in pickpocketing. He wanted to do more than this, though. He knew that the tension between nations was high, and he wanted to help others. And frankly, his current way of life felt too boring for him.
As such, he began to join in caravan runs to experience the wildlife outside of Arcadia. It earned him more money than he did before. He could earn good money, and help his nation by doing so, so why not?
Zyngard The Red Mage
Member
Seen
6 yrs ago
Name: Pyra Nume (Peer-uh New-may) When possible, goes by Ilruvae (Ill-rue-vay)
Race: Eldi
Magic: Arcane
Age: 40
Height: 5’ 7”
Home Nation: Kel
Appearance: A tall, lithe Eldi (although I didn’t need to restate it), with blue eyes, fair hair, and slightly loose clothes for a mix of comfort and usefulness.
Capabilities: Balanced on the fine line between power and control, Pyra’s magic is a pure blue. He focuses on a combination of specific effects of his magic, which have the amount of power to be useful (although he can sacrifice power for control, or vice versa, if necessary).
Personality: (Just putting a little of his philosophy here) He believes that those of the dark blue are uncontrolled, unrestrained power, and disapproves of their lack of control, while those of the white are emotionless and useless due to the lack of power their magic has, preferring the balance between the two to accomplish the most
History: Pyra grew up as the son of a rather average noble house in Kel, and, as was expected of him at the time, went to study for most of his matured life at one of the schools of magic, taking a fancy to the rather deceptively simple Arcane school of using mana. During a brief scandal involving his parents and some misuse of Soul Magic (which his mother specialized in), he took the time to slip out of the city when he was about 38, eventually making his way over to become a Knight, which was never a particular goal of his, but unless he'd like to return to Kel to see what's left of his family, he's decided that staying a Knight is likely his best choice.
Race: Eldi
Magic: Arcane
Age: 40
Height: 5’ 7”
Home Nation: Kel
Appearance: A tall, lithe Eldi (although I didn’t need to restate it), with blue eyes, fair hair, and slightly loose clothes for a mix of comfort and usefulness.
Capabilities: Balanced on the fine line between power and control, Pyra’s magic is a pure blue. He focuses on a combination of specific effects of his magic, which have the amount of power to be useful (although he can sacrifice power for control, or vice versa, if necessary).
Personality: (Just putting a little of his philosophy here) He believes that those of the dark blue are uncontrolled, unrestrained power, and disapproves of their lack of control, while those of the white are emotionless and useless due to the lack of power their magic has, preferring the balance between the two to accomplish the most
History: Pyra grew up as the son of a rather average noble house in Kel, and, as was expected of him at the time, went to study for most of his matured life at one of the schools of magic, taking a fancy to the rather deceptively simple Arcane school of using mana. During a brief scandal involving his parents and some misuse of Soul Magic (which his mother specialized in), he took the time to slip out of the city when he was about 38, eventually making his way over to become a Knight, which was never a particular goal of his, but unless he'd like to return to Kel to see what's left of his family, he's decided that staying a Knight is likely his best choice.
Dartbored Fairy Sleepy Fairy
Member
Seen
6 yrs ago
Name: Lyullia
Age: 19
Appearance: Lyullia stands at a glorious 5'6 with her long, white hair and clear blue eyes. She usually wears a black dress with a jacket that has many pockets. She also almost carries with her a bag containing her most important belongings. In other words whatever books she's currently reading, some money, food and whatever construction she's working on.
Personality: Shy but curious, Lyullia doesn't like interacting with people. Instead she prefers the company of either books or her own creations, since neither are likely to bug her or otherwise distract her from what she's doing. She's not one to start fights, as she can't really handle blood all that well.
Height: 5'6"
Race: Human
Home Nation: Marrenfell
Magical Capabilities: Elemental, specifically Metal. She usually uses her ability to create the material she needs for her clockwork creations.
History: Born in Marrenfell as the daughter of a Librarian, Lyullia has spent most of her youth surrounded by books. It didn't take long for her to become fascinated by magic, and soon she decided she'd become a great and powerful mage.
Though, like most children's dreams, those dreams didn't come to fruition. For the young Lyullia, the amount of studying that would require was just way too much. So, instead, she decided she would focus her efforts on one type of magic, and become the best mage of that sort. The latter part of that dream also didn't come true, but she did set her focus on one specific field of magic. Elemental Magic.
Having grown up in Marrenfell, technology was all around her, and she soon became captivated by clockwork mechanisms. Deciding to combine her goal and her interests, Lyullia started to focus on using Elemental Magic to create the parts she would then put together to make simple clockwork creations.
Over time, Lyullia found herself getting bored of the books in her hometown, and decided it was time to leave home. By offering to help out on a Caravan she got a ride to Arcadia.
However, once there she realised that things weren't going to be as easy for her as they were in Marrenfell. With no family to live with and no source of income, Lyullia eventually decided to become a knight. While not a huge fan of violence, the benefits that came with it (mainly a roof above her head) quickly won her over.
She's been a knight for little over a year now, spending whatever free time she has searching for either books to read or opportunities to practice her magic.
Age: 19
Appearance: Lyullia stands at a glorious 5'6 with her long, white hair and clear blue eyes. She usually wears a black dress with a jacket that has many pockets. She also almost carries with her a bag containing her most important belongings. In other words whatever books she's currently reading, some money, food and whatever construction she's working on.
Personality: Shy but curious, Lyullia doesn't like interacting with people. Instead she prefers the company of either books or her own creations, since neither are likely to bug her or otherwise distract her from what she's doing. She's not one to start fights, as she can't really handle blood all that well.
Height: 5'6"
Race: Human
Home Nation: Marrenfell
Magical Capabilities: Elemental, specifically Metal. She usually uses her ability to create the material she needs for her clockwork creations.
History: Born in Marrenfell as the daughter of a Librarian, Lyullia has spent most of her youth surrounded by books. It didn't take long for her to become fascinated by magic, and soon she decided she'd become a great and powerful mage.
Though, like most children's dreams, those dreams didn't come to fruition. For the young Lyullia, the amount of studying that would require was just way too much. So, instead, she decided she would focus her efforts on one type of magic, and become the best mage of that sort. The latter part of that dream also didn't come true, but she did set her focus on one specific field of magic. Elemental Magic.
Having grown up in Marrenfell, technology was all around her, and she soon became captivated by clockwork mechanisms. Deciding to combine her goal and her interests, Lyullia started to focus on using Elemental Magic to create the parts she would then put together to make simple clockwork creations.
Over time, Lyullia found herself getting bored of the books in her hometown, and decided it was time to leave home. By offering to help out on a Caravan she got a ride to Arcadia.
However, once there she realised that things weren't going to be as easy for her as they were in Marrenfell. With no family to live with and no source of income, Lyullia eventually decided to become a knight. While not a huge fan of violence, the benefits that came with it (mainly a roof above her head) quickly won her over.
She's been a knight for little over a year now, spending whatever free time she has searching for either books to read or opportunities to practice her magic.
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Necrophage
Member
Seen
2 yrs ago
Name: Daelin Calso
Age: 27
Appearance: Daelin is a man with weathered features, always with five o'clock shadow and baggy eyes. His eye color is a light gray and he has dirty blond hair. He has a scar from the corner of his forehead leading into his messy hair. He is lithe and muscular.
Personality: Daelin jokes about almost everything whether it's funny or not. It may be that he's trying to seek some kind of humor in a job where he's used to losing companions to the beasts.
Height: 6'1"
Race: Human
Home Nation: Arcadia, born and raised.
Magical Capabilities: Arcane.
Daelin uses only minor tricks and has never dabbled in advanced magic. Telekinesis is his most prominent go to trick, used primarily in combat for retrieving weapons or tricking enemies. He has never been able to lift very much and his mana capacity is fairly low.
History: Daelin Calso, pathfinder and forward scout. At least that's what he is now. Used to be that he started as a woodsman's boy, chopping down wood with his father in the forest on the edges of Arcadia. A dangerous profession with the abhorrent dangers around. Hiring guards was a must but it also made gathering wood from outside lucrative. Of course that was until his father's luck ran out. A great big ol' beasty got a taste of daddy o's leg and the man never walked again. Daelin was forced to become the man of the house and what better way than to enlist in the military. Describing his past work experiences and ability to track animals made him an obvious pick as part of a scout party. He's been an Arcadian knight for eight years and despite being a respectable, hard working soldier shows little ambition for rising in the ranks.
Age: 27
Appearance: Daelin is a man with weathered features, always with five o'clock shadow and baggy eyes. His eye color is a light gray and he has dirty blond hair. He has a scar from the corner of his forehead leading into his messy hair. He is lithe and muscular.
Personality: Daelin jokes about almost everything whether it's funny or not. It may be that he's trying to seek some kind of humor in a job where he's used to losing companions to the beasts.
Height: 6'1"
Race: Human
Home Nation: Arcadia, born and raised.
Magical Capabilities: Arcane.
Daelin uses only minor tricks and has never dabbled in advanced magic. Telekinesis is his most prominent go to trick, used primarily in combat for retrieving weapons or tricking enemies. He has never been able to lift very much and his mana capacity is fairly low.
History: Daelin Calso, pathfinder and forward scout. At least that's what he is now. Used to be that he started as a woodsman's boy, chopping down wood with his father in the forest on the edges of Arcadia. A dangerous profession with the abhorrent dangers around. Hiring guards was a must but it also made gathering wood from outside lucrative. Of course that was until his father's luck ran out. A great big ol' beasty got a taste of daddy o's leg and the man never walked again. Daelin was forced to become the man of the house and what better way than to enlist in the military. Describing his past work experiences and ability to track animals made him an obvious pick as part of a scout party. He's been an Arcadian knight for eight years and despite being a respectable, hard working soldier shows little ambition for rising in the ranks.
Chao Resident Space Cowboy
Member
Seen
2 yrs ago
Ya'll still hirin'?
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@Chao There is space, yes. It's easier to speak through the Discord chat, but I can answer your questions here, or through PMs. Either way is cool.
Afro Samurai Like a Raisin in the Sun
Member
Seen
1 yr ago
Name: Za’kul
Age: 31
Appearance:
Personality: (Optional)
Height: 8 feet 8 inches.
Race: Lok’sha.
Home Nation: Smor’Gen’Blok
Magical Capabilities: Berserker. Za’kul’s preferred weapon of choice is a two handed warhammer with his tribe’s symbol on it. He also carries two smaller battleaxes when travelling light.
History: Born to a smith and a mason, Za’kul and his parents lived the lower rungs of his tribe which itself was miniscule in comparison to the rest of the neighboring tribes. Secluded in darkness for much of his childhood, he had ample time and peace to adapt to it with only the light from his father’s forging as his sun. From boy into man Za’kul apprenticed under his father as his father turned his smithing of crude weapons into a business and began creating tools and selling them to the less intelligent members of the society.
The Low Kul tribe--as they became known under Za’kul’s father’s assuming of chieftain--rose in prominence not through pillage and raiding, but through goods and service. Za’kul’s father rose through the ranks of the tribe, earning the respect of its members for an approach taboo to the other members of Smor’Gen’Blok: ingenuity. It is for this reason the Kul tribe--having since shed the ‘low’ caste designation but not yet attaining respect enough to designate them ‘high’ and ultimately ‘great’ titles--finds themselves at odds with the much larger and more violent surrounding tribes of the inner and outer caves because of their endorsement of warlord Li’li’po’s desire for a nonviolent S’G’B.
With Za’kul’s father approaching 100 and his mother not too far behind, Za’kul,--the oldest of his siblings-- is set to take the reigns of the tribe and is inevitably tasked with defending his people and keeping the peace with the smaller tribes within the inner caves lest they band together and obliterate Za’kul and his tribe.
Age: 31
Appearance:
Personality: (Optional)
Height: 8 feet 8 inches.
Race: Lok’sha.
Home Nation: Smor’Gen’Blok
Magical Capabilities: Berserker. Za’kul’s preferred weapon of choice is a two handed warhammer with his tribe’s symbol on it. He also carries two smaller battleaxes when travelling light.
History: Born to a smith and a mason, Za’kul and his parents lived the lower rungs of his tribe which itself was miniscule in comparison to the rest of the neighboring tribes. Secluded in darkness for much of his childhood, he had ample time and peace to adapt to it with only the light from his father’s forging as his sun. From boy into man Za’kul apprenticed under his father as his father turned his smithing of crude weapons into a business and began creating tools and selling them to the less intelligent members of the society.
The Low Kul tribe--as they became known under Za’kul’s father’s assuming of chieftain--rose in prominence not through pillage and raiding, but through goods and service. Za’kul’s father rose through the ranks of the tribe, earning the respect of its members for an approach taboo to the other members of Smor’Gen’Blok: ingenuity. It is for this reason the Kul tribe--having since shed the ‘low’ caste designation but not yet attaining respect enough to designate them ‘high’ and ultimately ‘great’ titles--finds themselves at odds with the much larger and more violent surrounding tribes of the inner and outer caves because of their endorsement of warlord Li’li’po’s desire for a nonviolent S’G’B.
With Za’kul’s father approaching 100 and his mother not too far behind, Za’kul,--the oldest of his siblings-- is set to take the reigns of the tribe and is inevitably tasked with defending his people and keeping the peace with the smaller tribes within the inner caves lest they band together and obliterate Za’kul and his tribe.
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Name: Naalti Ezal, known as “Silver Rose” by reputation
Age: 61
Race: Myti
Appearance: The archetypal female Myti, Naalti is as lean, fur-covered, and cat-like as a bipedal organism can get. However, she is tall for a Myti, towering over many of her kin at 5’7. Her fur has a gray and black leopard pattern, and her feline face exudes a warm yet elegant glow. There’s something intimidating but friendly about it - a mix of attributes that can sometimes throw off those around her just a little bit to keep them on edge. Her yellowish eyes have often been described as “soul-piercing,” though what that means specifically can vary from person to person.
Personality: Naalti is what one might label a “chaotic good” type: not much adherence to rules, but a strong interest in the well-being of the people around her and the society she lives in. If breaking a few rules saves a few lives or makes people happier, then the rules were probably meant to be broken, right? This can come across as a very self-serving mindset, especially because Naalti has a tendency to act first, think later.
When it comes to interpersonal skills, Naalti is known to be warm and empathetic to most, though she is also known to have a hell of a cold shoulder when she decides she dislikes someone. She trusts her gut when assessing people, and often relies on first impressions and intuition in order to read those around her. She jokingly calls it her “cat sense.”
Home Nation: Leias
Magical Capabilities: Like many Myti, Naalti focuses her energy towards Psychic magic with a little Soul magic in her repertoire. She uses her ability primarily for restorative and medical purposes, and as such, Naalti is a renowned healer across Thoris despite her young age for her kind. Much of her reputation lies not in her skill as a healer, but the warmth with which she heals. She has some skill with physical healing, of course, and can speed up healing processes to rates faster than normal with Soul magic, but her specialization lies in her usage of Psychic magic to calm patients and ease their pain or anxiety. She is often summoned to not only heal injuries, but to oversee disputes and mediate disagreements. Her job is as political as it is medical.
Occasionally, she’s asked to use her skill with Psychic magic - as well as her body - for more erotic purposes. Naalti often demands great recompense for her services, but is not as against the concept as one might think, should the right offer come her way.
That said, while Naalti’s control over magic is largely beneficial to those around her, she has some skill with darker forms of Psychic magic and Soul magic for self-defense purposes. If under attack, Naalti can rearrange her attacker’s thought processes as her primary magical defense. On the surface, it appears that she can erase memories, but she describes it more as “moving memories and thoughts so they can’t be found for a while.” A similar effect, but an entirely different, and significantly less exhausing, process. Naalti also can use her Soul magic to re-open old wounds or scars of opponents or redirect energy between different muscle groups if she comes into contact with them. In other words, if she can touch you with her mana focused, she can send your muscles into uncontrolled spasms for a short period of time.
She’s known to dip her feet into other areas of magic where she can, but her skill in any other area can be described as amateur, at best.
History: Naalti was born, like many of her kin, amongst the trees of Leias, one of many in a litter. She knew who her birth parents were, but ultimately, it didn’t mean much; as with many in Myti culture, Naalti was raised by a group of adult Myti with many siblings, both of blood and not. From an early age, it was clear that she had an affinity for magic even greater than that of the average Myti. Naalti was taken under the wing of some of the more practiced casters in Leias, honing her skill and refining her abilities for much of her early life.
She took to Psychic and Soul magic, putting her mind to learning the intricacies of such complex magics. While she preferred to use her magical power to heal others, she also learned of the darker sides of magic. Wary of their effects, but also too curious for her own good, Naalti also spent time studying how Psychic and Soul magic could be used for more sinister ends in an effort to simply understand what kind of power she, and any other caster, could be capable of.
After over two decades of training in Leias, Naalti grew disillusioned with Leias and its endless expanse of woodlands. After long hours of debate with her mentors and her family, Naalti decided to leave Leias and explore Thoris on her own, around the age of 45.
She made her living as a healer and as a counselor, using her magical skills to her advantage. Word quickly spread of the Myti in Arcadia whose healing skills were certainly above average, but was mostly recommended for the ease and warmth with which she healed. Her business grew, and it was only a few years before Naalti found herself travelling across Thoris to attend to clientele of great wealth and esteem.
As she approached 60, knights and paladins of Arcadia began to seek out the renowned “Silver Rose of Arcadia” to help them recover from injury and move past their traumas. While her work has shifted largely towards helping soldiers and former soldiers, Naalti has made it a point to still leave room to help those outside of the military, keeping her doors open for any who might need her assistance.
Age: 61
Race: Myti
Appearance: The archetypal female Myti, Naalti is as lean, fur-covered, and cat-like as a bipedal organism can get. However, she is tall for a Myti, towering over many of her kin at 5’7. Her fur has a gray and black leopard pattern, and her feline face exudes a warm yet elegant glow. There’s something intimidating but friendly about it - a mix of attributes that can sometimes throw off those around her just a little bit to keep them on edge. Her yellowish eyes have often been described as “soul-piercing,” though what that means specifically can vary from person to person.
Personality: Naalti is what one might label a “chaotic good” type: not much adherence to rules, but a strong interest in the well-being of the people around her and the society she lives in. If breaking a few rules saves a few lives or makes people happier, then the rules were probably meant to be broken, right? This can come across as a very self-serving mindset, especially because Naalti has a tendency to act first, think later.
When it comes to interpersonal skills, Naalti is known to be warm and empathetic to most, though she is also known to have a hell of a cold shoulder when she decides she dislikes someone. She trusts her gut when assessing people, and often relies on first impressions and intuition in order to read those around her. She jokingly calls it her “cat sense.”
Home Nation: Leias
Magical Capabilities: Like many Myti, Naalti focuses her energy towards Psychic magic with a little Soul magic in her repertoire. She uses her ability primarily for restorative and medical purposes, and as such, Naalti is a renowned healer across Thoris despite her young age for her kind. Much of her reputation lies not in her skill as a healer, but the warmth with which she heals. She has some skill with physical healing, of course, and can speed up healing processes to rates faster than normal with Soul magic, but her specialization lies in her usage of Psychic magic to calm patients and ease their pain or anxiety. She is often summoned to not only heal injuries, but to oversee disputes and mediate disagreements. Her job is as political as it is medical.
Occasionally, she’s asked to use her skill with Psychic magic - as well as her body - for more erotic purposes. Naalti often demands great recompense for her services, but is not as against the concept as one might think, should the right offer come her way.
That said, while Naalti’s control over magic is largely beneficial to those around her, she has some skill with darker forms of Psychic magic and Soul magic for self-defense purposes. If under attack, Naalti can rearrange her attacker’s thought processes as her primary magical defense. On the surface, it appears that she can erase memories, but she describes it more as “moving memories and thoughts so they can’t be found for a while.” A similar effect, but an entirely different, and significantly less exhausing, process. Naalti also can use her Soul magic to re-open old wounds or scars of opponents or redirect energy between different muscle groups if she comes into contact with them. In other words, if she can touch you with her mana focused, she can send your muscles into uncontrolled spasms for a short period of time.
She’s known to dip her feet into other areas of magic where she can, but her skill in any other area can be described as amateur, at best.
History: Naalti was born, like many of her kin, amongst the trees of Leias, one of many in a litter. She knew who her birth parents were, but ultimately, it didn’t mean much; as with many in Myti culture, Naalti was raised by a group of adult Myti with many siblings, both of blood and not. From an early age, it was clear that she had an affinity for magic even greater than that of the average Myti. Naalti was taken under the wing of some of the more practiced casters in Leias, honing her skill and refining her abilities for much of her early life.
She took to Psychic and Soul magic, putting her mind to learning the intricacies of such complex magics. While she preferred to use her magical power to heal others, she also learned of the darker sides of magic. Wary of their effects, but also too curious for her own good, Naalti also spent time studying how Psychic and Soul magic could be used for more sinister ends in an effort to simply understand what kind of power she, and any other caster, could be capable of.
After over two decades of training in Leias, Naalti grew disillusioned with Leias and its endless expanse of woodlands. After long hours of debate with her mentors and her family, Naalti decided to leave Leias and explore Thoris on her own, around the age of 45.
She made her living as a healer and as a counselor, using her magical skills to her advantage. Word quickly spread of the Myti in Arcadia whose healing skills were certainly above average, but was mostly recommended for the ease and warmth with which she healed. Her business grew, and it was only a few years before Naalti found herself travelling across Thoris to attend to clientele of great wealth and esteem.
As she approached 60, knights and paladins of Arcadia began to seek out the renowned “Silver Rose of Arcadia” to help them recover from injury and move past their traumas. While her work has shifted largely towards helping soldiers and former soldiers, Naalti has made it a point to still leave room to help those outside of the military, keeping her doors open for any who might need her assistance.
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@fluorescent Just a few notes:
Beyond that, if she has the capacity to be anywhere in Thoris, I may be able to discuss her entry in more detail later on. Just contact me through the discord, or PMs, afterwards.
- Just to note on Soul magic, although it's more powerful than Psychic magic, it isn't exempt from the Laws of Sentience and Independence. With that in mind, using it on unwilling individuals (Offensively) may work on less experienced magic users and some beasts, but creatures and people with well-trained Mana will have little trouble in shrugging off attempted Soul-magic. It should also be noted that soul magic is nearly impossible to control adequately at long range (Anything that isn't skin-to-skin, basically) and at that point, it may become impossible to affect anything that has living Nodes. Psychic magic is more lenient with range, but still reduces in effectiveness the farther you are from your target. In a nutshell, touching things is far more effective, but even then, not always successful. Beware!
- Do keep in mind that sinister Psychic/Soul magic is practically illegal in Nations like Arcadia and Marrenfall. Some Nations really don't care though, as long as you don't go around making eldritch horrors.
- There's a small conflict of interest within the Paladin order. Some paladins are capable of healing that far surpasses most practices of magic at no risk to the caster or the patient. They could still seek her help with psychological healing though, and likely would. Considering her abilities, she would likely be approached by several institutions within Arcadia to help with studies, as well. Whether she accepts/accepted at any point might be a point to make.
Beyond that, if she has the capacity to be anywhere in Thoris, I may be able to discuss her entry in more detail later on. Just contact me through the discord, or PMs, afterwards.
Name: Paric
Age: 58
Appearance: Paric is an average sized Eldi male, standing at 6' and weighing in at 168 pounds. He has a medium complexion and, if not for his natural Eldi physique, would not be slim. Finally, he has, short, roughly cut dark brown hair and hazel eyes.
Personality: Paric is not a completely solemn man even though his history makes it seem so. He enjoys company and, if given the chance, he will stick with anyone who would have him. He's a listener and will often allow a person to talk their head off without interruption. He is also a master at appearing sober while in public.
Height: 6'
Race: Eldi
Home Nation: Kel
Magical Capabilities: Elemental, fire. He has a chaotic grip over his mana.
History: One may conclude that a drunk such as Paric lost his parents as a child. Afterall, it is known that an overly excited Eldi will eventually die from birthing too many little monstrosities. Paric's problem is much simpler than that. He's an Eldi, an unfortuante occurance. There is some more to it, though. Being an Eldi, he curses himself for the arcanal direction he decided to go down as a misled youngster. Stuck as a fire mage for the rest of existence. He could have done something interesting such as metaphysics or something felxible such as the arcane art. Instead, he decided to be an overglorified camp fire.
His reasons for hating the Eldi? Well, firstly, they eat Humans, whose appearance is very much like the Eld. Secondly, the Eldi are so damned self entitled that they couldn't help save their world from a Lok'Sha take over. Thirdly, he had to be an Eldi for a couple hundred years. Lastly, he did not have the wallet for that much alcohol.
Age: 58
Appearance: Paric is an average sized Eldi male, standing at 6' and weighing in at 168 pounds. He has a medium complexion and, if not for his natural Eldi physique, would not be slim. Finally, he has, short, roughly cut dark brown hair and hazel eyes.
Personality: Paric is not a completely solemn man even though his history makes it seem so. He enjoys company and, if given the chance, he will stick with anyone who would have him. He's a listener and will often allow a person to talk their head off without interruption. He is also a master at appearing sober while in public.
Height: 6'
Race: Eldi
Home Nation: Kel
Magical Capabilities: Elemental, fire. He has a chaotic grip over his mana.
History: One may conclude that a drunk such as Paric lost his parents as a child. Afterall, it is known that an overly excited Eldi will eventually die from birthing too many little monstrosities. Paric's problem is much simpler than that. He's an Eldi, an unfortuante occurance. There is some more to it, though. Being an Eldi, he curses himself for the arcanal direction he decided to go down as a misled youngster. Stuck as a fire mage for the rest of existence. He could have done something interesting such as metaphysics or something felxible such as the arcane art. Instead, he decided to be an overglorified camp fire.
His reasons for hating the Eldi? Well, firstly, they eat Humans, whose appearance is very much like the Eld. Secondly, the Eldi are so damned self entitled that they couldn't help save their world from a Lok'Sha take over. Thirdly, he had to be an Eldi for a couple hundred years. Lastly, he did not have the wallet for that much alcohol.
IRLCleric The soft and squishy.
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If it is still possible here is my formal inquiry to join this thread, a character included.
Name: Ellorei the Gentle
Age: 25
Appearance:
Personality: Ellorei could be described in one word, gentle. It had been that way since she was a child. Her heart was always passionate about justice for the weak and wanted nothing more than to give voice to those who had none. Her deep kindness for all creatures is often portrayed as naivete, an assumption that would be most unwise.
Height: 5'5
Race: Human
Home Nation: Nomadic Tribe
Magical Capabilities: Gaia Magic
History: Upon her 10th birthday she was witness to a terrible murder while traveling with her nomadic tribe, the Cha'mir. Crying to her parents, she vowed from that moment on to be an advocate for the weak. So, began her journey. As was the case for many Cha'mirans, she dedicated her life to Gaia. However, this is where her adherence to tradition ends; she left her tribe to wander the lands as a self-proclaimed guardian of the journey. With her heart sure of the decision she left the Cha'mir with her parents and Chiefton's blessings. Ellorei began her trial to prove her worth to Gaia in the wilds keeping to dense forests wherein she felt the powers of Gaia manifest through her the strongest. This was the first she had been away from her tribe for any length of time, and the solitude was at times trying. However, the moment she thought of returning to them, her memory flashed to the wrongful murder thus steeling her resolve. When the time for her solitude was coming to it's close, the whispers of Gaia grew into a voice that Ellorei came to cherish like her own mother's. Upon her ritual dedication, Ellorei waded into a spring in the deep forests not far from Leias. Her spirit calm despite the sacrifices she would soon be forced to make, it was then she heard that same ethereal voice, "Your trial is done, my child. Go flourish my gentle soul."
Age: 25
Appearance:
Personality: Ellorei could be described in one word, gentle. It had been that way since she was a child. Her heart was always passionate about justice for the weak and wanted nothing more than to give voice to those who had none. Her deep kindness for all creatures is often portrayed as naivete, an assumption that would be most unwise.
Height: 5'5
Race: Human
Home Nation: Nomadic Tribe
Magical Capabilities: Gaia Magic
History: Upon her 10th birthday she was witness to a terrible murder while traveling with her nomadic tribe, the Cha'mir. Crying to her parents, she vowed from that moment on to be an advocate for the weak. So, began her journey. As was the case for many Cha'mirans, she dedicated her life to Gaia. However, this is where her adherence to tradition ends; she left her tribe to wander the lands as a self-proclaimed guardian of the journey. With her heart sure of the decision she left the Cha'mir with her parents and Chiefton's blessings. Ellorei began her trial to prove her worth to Gaia in the wilds keeping to dense forests wherein she felt the powers of Gaia manifest through her the strongest. This was the first she had been away from her tribe for any length of time, and the solitude was at times trying. However, the moment she thought of returning to them, her memory flashed to the wrongful murder thus steeling her resolve. When the time for her solitude was coming to it's close, the whispers of Gaia grew into a voice that Ellorei came to cherish like her own mother's. Upon her ritual dedication, Ellorei waded into a spring in the deep forests not far from Leias. Her spirit calm despite the sacrifices she would soon be forced to make, it was then she heard that same ethereal voice, "Your trial is done, my child. Go flourish my gentle soul."
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If it is still possible here is my formal inquiry to join this thread, a character included.Name: Ellorei the Gentle
Age: 45 (25 by Human Standards)
Appearance:
Personality: Ellorei could be described in one word, gentle. It had been that way since she was a child. Her heart was always passionate about justice for the weak and wanted nothing more than to give voice to those who had none. Her deep kindness for all creatures is often portrayed as naivete, an assumption that would be most unwise.
Height: 5'5
Race: HUman
Home Nation: Nomadic Tribe
Magical Capabilities: Gaia Magic
History: Upon her 20th (10th by human standards) birthday she was witness to a terrible murder while traveling with her nomadic tribe, the Cha'mir. Crying to her parents, she vowed from that moment on to be an advocate for the weak. So, began her journey. As was the case for many Cha'mirans, she dedicated her life to Gaia. However, this is where her adherence to tradition ends; she left her tribe to wander the lands as a self-proclaimed guardian of the journey.
I have already pm'd you regarding your sheet.
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Name: Shane
Age: 20
Appearance:
Personality: Silly, cheerful, courageous. He's a fun guy to be around, despite the gloomy place he lives in. He's willing to kill if nessecary, but dislikes doing so. He'll usually try to find other alternatives if he can.
Height: 5ft 10
Race: Eldi
Home Nation: Berganfont
Magical Capabilities: Elemental magic, ice specifically.
History: Shane was born and lived within Berganfont his entire life, in the Low Houses. He'd never been faithful to Shaidra, despite that his parents constantly encouraged him to do so. As such, he moved out to get his own place. He lives in the center of Berganfont, getting by due to his magical ability. Many thieves and dangerous people lurk about. But ironically, that's what keeps Shane alive. Basicly, he always uses his fighting ability and magic to capture wanted criminals for a good pay. Most of that money comes from the Higher Houses. And money is what brings food on the table. Despite wanting Berganfont's society to improve, it would also be bad for him as he has no other form of income. As such, he had nothing but trade, luck and quick wit to survive.
Age: 20
Appearance:
Personality: Silly, cheerful, courageous. He's a fun guy to be around, despite the gloomy place he lives in. He's willing to kill if nessecary, but dislikes doing so. He'll usually try to find other alternatives if he can.
Height: 5ft 10
Race: Eldi
Home Nation: Berganfont
Magical Capabilities: Elemental magic, ice specifically.
History: Shane was born and lived within Berganfont his entire life, in the Low Houses. He'd never been faithful to Shaidra, despite that his parents constantly encouraged him to do so. As such, he moved out to get his own place. He lives in the center of Berganfont, getting by due to his magical ability. Many thieves and dangerous people lurk about. But ironically, that's what keeps Shane alive. Basicly, he always uses his fighting ability and magic to capture wanted criminals for a good pay. Most of that money comes from the Higher Houses. And money is what brings food on the table. Despite wanting Berganfont's society to improve, it would also be bad for him as he has no other form of income. As such, he had nothing but trade, luck and quick wit to survive.
Alright. Finally got out of that summon GG roadblock thing.
Name: Gybol
Age: 24
Appearance: imgur.com/18q6MdU He is slightly glowing blue, rather lean for someone like himself, but pretty damn strong. He's got a shortbow, a warpick, and a few things to help poison the both of them should he need to.
Personality: Inquisitive, Optimistic, Shitty humor but that doesn't stop him.
Height: 5'11"
Race: Human...?
Home Nation: Marrenfell
Magical Capabilities: Physically? Gybol is just your typical average guy. Born with not much to be special about, he often reads up on things in order to get the edge in life. He is by far no scholar though, his interests varied enough to where not a singular thing could really hold a candle to others. Cooking, on the other hand. Get his hands on a campfire and a pan and he'll whip up something that only few can really make sense of, but crave none of the less.
The thing that does make Gybol special is not necessarily his inability to tap into mana, but his ability to cancel out the use of mana altogether. Born as a null, Gybol has taken deep precautions to hide who he is, claiming that his ability to cook and thus somehow make use of goods and material that wouldn't otherwise work as his cover. Being too close to him causes non-divine magic to flat out fail, while being at risk of that closeness causes magic to perform oddly and unexpectedly.
History: For the most part, Gybol has been no one special. Mainly from the efforts of himself and his father to keep him out of attention’s sight. This was difficult, as for whatever reason despite being entirely human in every other way, he was born a slightly glowing blue. If someone or something were to touch his skin or hair, it would turn yellow, or red if there was pressure to the touch. He never understood why he was like that, and often he would think it was because of his mother. Yet Gybol for the most part grew up never knowing his mother, often his questions about the missing parent toward his only one being deflected with jokes or “I’ll tell you when you’re older.” Otherwise, he learned how to be a stay at home sort of man. He can clean, he can cook, he can even go out and hunt. Reading and writing was no problem for him, and he even learned a few things about how to use plant-based poisons to better help with his hunting.
Yet when he came of age, his father disappeared. No letter, no warning. Just gone. No traces that he could find either and he assumed that it was likely that the faith found him and called him away. He wanted to look, but the moment he did, it drew attention to him. Having relocated, he chose to make himself a cook in Marrenfell, opening up a small time cafe so that people could dine in the same peace he had. Every now and then he’d go out and snag his own material for his recipes. During one of these trips, he stumbled upon the half buried skeleton of someone who had clearly died a long time ago. Uncovering it, he discovered a necklace. Some sort of crystal. He has no idea if it’s magical or not, the thing wouldn’t work when he had it either way, so he donned it, a small little trinket that life has more treasures than just experiences with other people.
Age: 24
Appearance: imgur.com/18q6MdU He is slightly glowing blue, rather lean for someone like himself, but pretty damn strong. He's got a shortbow, a warpick, and a few things to help poison the both of them should he need to.
Personality: Inquisitive, Optimistic, Shitty humor but that doesn't stop him.
Height: 5'11"
Race: Human...?
Home Nation: Marrenfell
Magical Capabilities: Physically? Gybol is just your typical average guy. Born with not much to be special about, he often reads up on things in order to get the edge in life. He is by far no scholar though, his interests varied enough to where not a singular thing could really hold a candle to others. Cooking, on the other hand. Get his hands on a campfire and a pan and he'll whip up something that only few can really make sense of, but crave none of the less.
The thing that does make Gybol special is not necessarily his inability to tap into mana, but his ability to cancel out the use of mana altogether. Born as a null, Gybol has taken deep precautions to hide who he is, claiming that his ability to cook and thus somehow make use of goods and material that wouldn't otherwise work as his cover. Being too close to him causes non-divine magic to flat out fail, while being at risk of that closeness causes magic to perform oddly and unexpectedly.
History: For the most part, Gybol has been no one special. Mainly from the efforts of himself and his father to keep him out of attention’s sight. This was difficult, as for whatever reason despite being entirely human in every other way, he was born a slightly glowing blue. If someone or something were to touch his skin or hair, it would turn yellow, or red if there was pressure to the touch. He never understood why he was like that, and often he would think it was because of his mother. Yet Gybol for the most part grew up never knowing his mother, often his questions about the missing parent toward his only one being deflected with jokes or “I’ll tell you when you’re older.” Otherwise, he learned how to be a stay at home sort of man. He can clean, he can cook, he can even go out and hunt. Reading and writing was no problem for him, and he even learned a few things about how to use plant-based poisons to better help with his hunting.
Yet when he came of age, his father disappeared. No letter, no warning. Just gone. No traces that he could find either and he assumed that it was likely that the faith found him and called him away. He wanted to look, but the moment he did, it drew attention to him. Having relocated, he chose to make himself a cook in Marrenfell, opening up a small time cafe so that people could dine in the same peace he had. Every now and then he’d go out and snag his own material for his recipes. During one of these trips, he stumbled upon the half buried skeleton of someone who had clearly died a long time ago. Uncovering it, he discovered a necklace. Some sort of crystal. He has no idea if it’s magical or not, the thing wouldn’t work when he had it either way, so he donned it, a small little trinket that life has more treasures than just experiences with other people.
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@texGot room for another?
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@GingerBoi123 Yeah, slots are slots my dude. If you need any help with lore, character creation, etc, you can ask via this OOC, PMs, or the discord chat. Our discord is the fastest way to get things in order, but everything works.
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@texI'll join the discord. Thanks :D
If the magical capabilities are too much, I'll tone them back as much as I can while still trying to keep it sensical in relation to her history. And of course I'll edit anything else that might need to be changed anywhere else~
[BASICS]
[PERSONALITY]
[HISTORY]
[MAGICAL CAPABILITIES]
[BASICS]
Name: Etelia Millesol
Age: 20
Height: 177cm (5'10")
Race: Human
Home Nation: Millesol
Age: 20
Height: 177cm (5'10")
Race: Human
Home Nation: Millesol
[PERSONALITY]
On first impression, Etelia usually lines up with what one would assume a princess would act like--polite in speech and confident in movement. When she acts more naturally, however, the girl comes off as more tomboyish and lighthearted, in an off-beat kind of way. While a very intense individual by nature, that intensity is beneath a layer of a girl who likes being happy and seeing others be happy. Because of this, it's rare to see her without at least the faintest smile on her lips. It gives her a degree of charisma, bolstered by the lessons she's been given in regards to being a leader, making it no task for her to make another at ease when conversing with her.
On the other side of that token, though, her upbringing has made it just as easy for her to 'flick the switch.' When necessary, that layer of the lighthearted tomboy can be shed, leaving only the dangerous presence of someone who has the capabilities and the nigh-unbreakable will to get just about anything she wants. Without being able to do this, she would have never survived her past. It's enough to say that if she has a goal, one should do all they can to ensure they are not an obstacle in her way. Failure scares her--not in a way that makes her freeze up, though, the thought of which instead lights a fire beneath her and propels her forward. There's a darkness in her due to her past, but her nature fights against it, whether or not that is healthy. Being 'perfect' is nearly an obsession for her. While this can be a great trait, it has significant downsides that can rear its heads at times.
Either way, she's an impressive presence for someone so young. Capable of great understanding and compassion, as well as a degree of ruthlessness when needed, those who underestimate her due to age--or any other reason--will not for long.
On the other side of that token, though, her upbringing has made it just as easy for her to 'flick the switch.' When necessary, that layer of the lighthearted tomboy can be shed, leaving only the dangerous presence of someone who has the capabilities and the nigh-unbreakable will to get just about anything she wants. Without being able to do this, she would have never survived her past. It's enough to say that if she has a goal, one should do all they can to ensure they are not an obstacle in her way. Failure scares her--not in a way that makes her freeze up, though, the thought of which instead lights a fire beneath her and propels her forward. There's a darkness in her due to her past, but her nature fights against it, whether or not that is healthy. Being 'perfect' is nearly an obsession for her. While this can be a great trait, it has significant downsides that can rear its heads at times.
Either way, she's an impressive presence for someone so young. Capable of great understanding and compassion, as well as a degree of ruthlessness when needed, those who underestimate her due to age--or any other reason--will not for long.
[HISTORY]
Born to one of Lord Millesol's mistresses, life for Etelia was destined to be anything but ordinary from the very beginning. Of hundreds of siblings fathered by Lord Millesol, she was one of the most exceptional, and that brought her to the Lord's towering castle in the capital of the nation, where she would spend much of her life.
Along with a few dozen siblings of varying ages, she was 'trained' from birth to be a mage of terrifying power. An inescapable fate, day in and day out, everything she and her siblings did was meant to mold them into super soldiers and nation leaders. Forced beyond their limits every day, any mild failure was met with severe punishment. Weakness was stamped out with the most extreme prejudice. Siblings treated each other terribly for the most part, not helped by the fact that Lord Millesol purposefully pit them against each other to further bring out their abilities. Deaths due to the lifestyle were not uncommon--"they were not strong enough," the Lord would simply say, before forgetting his deceased offspring had ever existed.
Complete exhaustion, both physical and mental, was just a state of being for Etelia and her siblings. Despite all the physical torture, despite the fear of being stabbed in the back by her siblings at any moment, despite the knowledge that she was expendable to the one person who controlled her life, Etelia excelled. The torture worked. Her magical abilites advanced far beyond what most could ever achieve in a lifetime, and continued to develop without end in sight. Though she was one of the few females, and a target due to jealousy, she rarely had trouble protecting herself. Attempts at undermining her by her more psychotic siblings were violently stuffed, and she managed to establish herself as someone to not cross if one wanted to escape with their body intact.
This life ended when the Lord finally passed away due to old age, leaving one final order for his remaining children: fight for the now vacant throne. Only the strongest would be allowed to take it. The Lord's legacy would not be ruined by his successor.
A violent civil war broke out, siblings heading factions against each other for control of the land. Etelia fought as well at the start, wishing to take the throne and dismantle the tyrannical reputation her father had built up for her nation--both out of spite for her family, and for the genuine care of the nation's people. Things did not go to plan however, as Etelia unexpectedly found herself with a large target on her back, as she had before. A few of her siblings, headed by Rollo--perhaps the most dangerous of them all, a proper psychopath who found all his happiness in the suffering of others--worked together to slaughter all those fighting for Etelia.
With the nation fragmented into several factions, Rollo occupying the castle, and no army left to her name, Etelia ran. Despite the clear fact that she would surely die quickly if she stayed, it was still the most difficult decision she had ever made--though her father was gone, the teachings he had had beaten into her remained. Accepting not being strong enough to overcome her current situation head on was hard. Knowing it was for the best though, she made her escape and became a wandering princess of a hated nation fallen into chaos.
She intends to return one day, to fulfill her initial desire to reform her home, but first she needs to find her way back into some position of power. It's difficult to overthrow a tyrant on your own, after all.
Along with a few dozen siblings of varying ages, she was 'trained' from birth to be a mage of terrifying power. An inescapable fate, day in and day out, everything she and her siblings did was meant to mold them into super soldiers and nation leaders. Forced beyond their limits every day, any mild failure was met with severe punishment. Weakness was stamped out with the most extreme prejudice. Siblings treated each other terribly for the most part, not helped by the fact that Lord Millesol purposefully pit them against each other to further bring out their abilities. Deaths due to the lifestyle were not uncommon--"they were not strong enough," the Lord would simply say, before forgetting his deceased offspring had ever existed.
Complete exhaustion, both physical and mental, was just a state of being for Etelia and her siblings. Despite all the physical torture, despite the fear of being stabbed in the back by her siblings at any moment, despite the knowledge that she was expendable to the one person who controlled her life, Etelia excelled. The torture worked. Her magical abilites advanced far beyond what most could ever achieve in a lifetime, and continued to develop without end in sight. Though she was one of the few females, and a target due to jealousy, she rarely had trouble protecting herself. Attempts at undermining her by her more psychotic siblings were violently stuffed, and she managed to establish herself as someone to not cross if one wanted to escape with their body intact.
This life ended when the Lord finally passed away due to old age, leaving one final order for his remaining children: fight for the now vacant throne. Only the strongest would be allowed to take it. The Lord's legacy would not be ruined by his successor.
A violent civil war broke out, siblings heading factions against each other for control of the land. Etelia fought as well at the start, wishing to take the throne and dismantle the tyrannical reputation her father had built up for her nation--both out of spite for her family, and for the genuine care of the nation's people. Things did not go to plan however, as Etelia unexpectedly found herself with a large target on her back, as she had before. A few of her siblings, headed by Rollo--perhaps the most dangerous of them all, a proper psychopath who found all his happiness in the suffering of others--worked together to slaughter all those fighting for Etelia.
With the nation fragmented into several factions, Rollo occupying the castle, and no army left to her name, Etelia ran. Despite the clear fact that she would surely die quickly if she stayed, it was still the most difficult decision she had ever made--though her father was gone, the teachings he had had beaten into her remained. Accepting not being strong enough to overcome her current situation head on was hard. Knowing it was for the best though, she made her escape and became a wandering princess of a hated nation fallen into chaos.
She intends to return one day, to fulfill her initial desire to reform her home, but first she needs to find her way back into some position of power. It's difficult to overthrow a tyrant on your own, after all.
[MAGICAL CAPABILITIES]
With knowledge of her past, her capabilities are unsurprisingly monstrous. Her node network is incredibly intricate, and her Mana pool is vast beyond logical reason, giving her longevity that could make the uneducated question if she's using divine magics.
Arcane magic is at a competent level, due to the classification's simplistic nature.
Metaphysical magic is at a high level, focused on light manipulation, and competent in gravity manipulation. Her most notable use of light manipulation involves bending light to deceive and manipulate perception, making something appear where it is not. Her gravity manipulation is used in a far more brutish way, relying on expending large amounts of Mana for powerful, momentary effects to force an upper-hand in combat.
Soul magic is her major specialty. It's what she's spent the most time training. Many siblings were lost to the use of the magic, but she is one of the few that hasn't seemed to be negatively affected by it--likely due to luck of the node draw. All in all, it boosts her normally impressive combat capabilities to a terrifying level, making her exceedingly difficult to put down.
Quite literally bred to be a killing machine capable of abusing magic to its fullest, Etelia lives up to the Millesol name, at least in terms of her prowess as a caster. Though she is significantly less skilled at any applications of her magic that aren't useful in a fight, she can manage to an extent due simply to the handle she has on magic in general.
Arcane magic is at a competent level, due to the classification's simplistic nature.
Metaphysical magic is at a high level, focused on light manipulation, and competent in gravity manipulation. Her most notable use of light manipulation involves bending light to deceive and manipulate perception, making something appear where it is not. Her gravity manipulation is used in a far more brutish way, relying on expending large amounts of Mana for powerful, momentary effects to force an upper-hand in combat.
Soul magic is her major specialty. It's what she's spent the most time training. Many siblings were lost to the use of the magic, but she is one of the few that hasn't seemed to be negatively affected by it--likely due to luck of the node draw. All in all, it boosts her normally impressive combat capabilities to a terrifying level, making her exceedingly difficult to put down.
Quite literally bred to be a killing machine capable of abusing magic to its fullest, Etelia lives up to the Millesol name, at least in terms of her prowess as a caster. Though she is significantly less skilled at any applications of her magic that aren't useful in a fight, she can manage to an extent due simply to the handle she has on magic in general.
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