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[CHAR] The Fallen Goddess - A Journey of Heroes

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Kingdom of Aurr: 

Primary races: Dark Elf - Human - Dwarf
 
Situated as the farthest most Kingdom of the Seven, the Kingdom of Aurr inhabits a land that is under constant assault from the elements.  Cold, snowcapped peaks dominate the landscape that host a hard, but sturdy people.  The Kingdom as a whole came together when Rofella chose the fortress city of Arnafell as her temple.  Quickly, the numerous warring bands that inhabited the mountain side fell under the banner of King Aurr himself, who used Rofella’s guidance to great effect.  There are few major cities in the Kingdom, with Arnafell being the largest, instead there are numerous smaller style towns, carved into the mountain side, that dot the landscape.   

To their north serves an enemy as old as their kingdom, the Wild Ones.  The Wild Ones are a large faction to the direct north of the Kingdom of Seven, with a standing army that is estimated to be half as strong as the combined armies of our own.  They worship demonic forces, and are twisted in both mind and body.  Every year, they send an attack through the mountain passes to try and break into the Kingdom of Seven, but every year they are repelled by the Kingdom of Aurr; whose mountain side fortresses and large standing army are trained to fight in the harsh conditions.   

With Rofella’s influence seeping into the core of the Kingdom of Aurr, the people have changed as a result.  Warlike in nature, the people will always seek to end the enemies that threaten their safety before they can strike.  Though if there is a way to keep the peace without bloodshed, the citizens of Aurr will always explore that option as well.

The people of Aur are a mix between the native dark-elf and dwarven tribes as well as a size able human population.  The humans and dark-elfs tend to stick to the fortress cities, while the dwarven stay underground in the mines.

History

 Long have the Lallafellen plains folk lived in burrowed hobbit holes near the surface. Villages sprawled across the plains, seeming like little more than hills to those who weren't perceptive. The lallafells were the only race that lived in the area, welcoming travellers to their homes and offering up some meals if need be. Life on the plains was peaceful and full of magic and study. That's is, until the first breach appeared 450 years ago.

 The one that all the kingdoms know about was the major one that tore through the strongest empire, allowing for alliances to be forged and Kingdoms to rise, and stand amongst the others to fight the monstrosities pouring out. There was, however, a smaller breach; insignificant to others but the lallafells, a small troupe of beasts came forth causing the sages from all the villages to gather their might and fend off the creatures. Any and all able bodied magicians were to stand and fight, driving back the small forces through the breach and then utilizing the leylines the villages are built upon, to seal the portal. 

It was at this time that many decisions had to be made, several sages scoured their scrying pools for any signs of breaches across the lands, plans were being made to expand the villages down beneath the soil and create a new life below, weapons that were long since put away were now drawn and ready to fight. The sages located the major breach at the empire and noted it may have been the birth place of this magical portal between realms. Those with magics of the earth were bound to stay behind and help with construction of a new home underground, along with a quarter of analytical mages, and a quarter of those versed in warnings and barriers. The rest took arms and set off to help fight the enemy on the front lines.

The few who could created portals of their own, utilizing the scrying powers of water mages to better visualize their targets, taking small jumps so as to not wear out the mages nor cause them to 'over cast'. Once they finally arrived, the lallafells scattered across the empire, each equipped with magical earpieces to communicate, they took positions where needed. Fortifying gates, doors, and barriers; erecting mystical wards to help stave back the onslaught to afford the soldiers brief reprieves, as well as fighting along side them. The Dark Knights wove shields of darkness to encase allied soldiers from harm, they used their dark arts to attempt to weaken the beasts as well. Healers ran to those in aid amongst the chaos of war and helped to magically stitch together the wounds of soldiers, offering them succor. Mages with combative elements fought and those who could would control the battlefield. As they fought they prayed, though not like most, they did not ask for power, strength, guidance, nor knowledge, no they looked up towards the skies and said "Look at me Ardur! Look at what I have accomplished! What your children can do!" 
When it was all finally over the Lalafells went back home to find what is now known as "Allag, The False Kingdom."

The Kingdom's Door

 Hidden amonsts the rulings hills of green out in the plains, one might find themselves stumbling across something unseen. Hidden by illusionary magicks are small round entrances, magically guarded, that lead into Allag. Allag is the kingdom of lalafells, comprised of all their villages now buried deep underground to hide themselves from the sight of others. The entrances are camouflaged with magic to make them seem like mundane hills; if someone was to accidentally stumble upon one of the entrances it would set off a silent alarm at the scrying pools, showing the intruder and which entrance they are located at. 

 These safety measures were all taken after the first Breach appeared. Alongside these measures are a series of tunnels, many of which lead to nowhere for the express purpose of keeping intruders out of Allag, especially beasts of the breach. Although some places were complacent with forgetting the knowledge of the ancients, dealing with the breaches, lalafells were not. They fortified their armies, magicks, and knowledge in order to be prepared for the next attack. Unfortunately for them not every breach opened near leylines, the only form they knew to use against these demonic portals, making it difficult in the coming years of breaches.

The Kingdoms People

 Those who are deemed to be 'safe' are met with a native tour guide. The guide will safely help them traverse the tunnel system, avoiding any traps, dangerous creatures, or treacherous terrain. Lalafells are hospitable race that will welcome you into their homes with open arms and platefulls of food. Though extremely kindhearted, this small race is also known to be quite mischievous, pulling pranks on any they can, some harmless and others not so much. It is never good when a lalafell grins. 

Lalafells tend to be on average 3 feet tall, making River the tallest. The short stature is matched with lean but rotund bodies. This causes them to dress in similar fashion, opting for looser fitting clothing that is capable of hiding their shape. Lalafells, although short, have an amazing vertical jump, able to clear a 5' jump with ease; whether this is via magical means or not has yet to be determined. All Lala's are gifted with magic even as a babe, and can wield it in a variety of ways, so much so it is what crafted this Kingdom.

The Kingdom

 Allag is a lively and bright place to be in, full of hard working people as well as a tight knit community. The weather is typically always perfect, summers have just the right amount of heat and 'sun', spring is always cool and full of colour, the fall has just the right amount of crispness to the air, and the winters snow and waters freeze yet the temperature is never unbearable. This is all, of course, magically regulated as it is all underground. 

 The False Kingdoms role in the fight against breaches is both a fairly simple, and complex one. Being an army of devout casters with a myriad of abilities, they have taken the role of 'Support' in the fight against the breachers. Their main army, represented and headed by River Fontaine, is 98 strong. The army is divided into 14 individual groups, each with their own means of communication with each other and River. 13 of the groups are comprised of one tank, typically a Dark Knight or Paladin, who help to mitigate the damage taken on the front lines, using magic to sheild others and bolster their strengths, four damage dealing mages that range anywhere from bards, black mages, elementalists, analysts, and much much, and finally two healers who tend to have analytical magic as well as healing magic to quickly identify weak points and critical spots of monsters as well as on those injured near by so that they may best heal them. The 14th team is lead directly by River, his personal assortment of mages who deal in wardings, barriers,and other defensive magics. Each mage is to watch over one of The Seven Kingdoms armies from afar to help get a better assessment of the fights and assist as needed. The only Kingdom without a barrier mage is The False Kingdom, overseen by River who will bark orders at the 13 other groups to help his own people as well as others. Though River will join the fray of battle, he utilizes his divination magic via hydromancy to asses the battle field while in combat.

The Kingdoms Worship

 The Grande Circle is the platform in which all the hard work and training is put forth. The False Kingdoms disciples congregate atop the stone mass, littered with runic marking to help ease the physical strain of casting, to practice their arts for as long as their bodies allow. Each citizen having their own aspects to draw from, their own magics to work on as they wish. It is said that on this platform, Ardur watches over his children to see how the strive for their own knowledge and power, unlike those who wish to attain it with minimal effort. Once someone has achieved a milestone they can be proud of, they walk up the Steps of Enlightenment and reproduce the effect for Ardur, showing him the fruits of their labor so that he may smile upon them.

Ardur: God of Magics and the Arts

Temple Location: Magiee (ma-gee)

 Ardur is the God of Magic and the Mundane.  In his mortal realm form, Ardur is the shortest of the God’s standing at a height of just six feet tall.  His attire is a simple white robe with an equally simple hood that falls way too far down his back.  While every form of magic is known to him, he will very rarely divulge his knowledge to those that flock to him for information.  Magic is a gift, something that needs to be learned through trial and error in the mind of Ardur and much too dangerous to be taught to those who have no notion on how to control it. Magic in the hands of a vengeful vagabond leads to tragedy while magic in the hands of a trained wielder rarely does. 

 Ardur will also turn away any who come to him for assistance with whatever questions or comments relating to their art.  To him, art is not about the final product before you but rather the journey you went on creating it.  Furthermore, as experienced over the years, those that come to seek his advice are not true followers of his message.  His followers will instead gift him their art, be it a painting or a song, and expect nothing from it but the applause of a grateful god.
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League of Kyrantes

The Arid Expanse

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“Hot as fury, cold as cruelty, this land cares little for your life. Yet these are a people who chose to not care about the desert’s brutality. Surrounding themselves with walls and weapons, they endure day after day things that would break our soldiers. To conquer this place, much blood will be paid, to both their arms, and the land itself…”
- Excerpt from the journal of an Imperial Expeditionary Chronicler. Dated during the era of the Empire’s “Unity Crusade”

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An arid place where the land is divided mostly into vast sandy deserts, and hilly, savannah-like areas. Scattered oases and a few rivers are the main sources of plant life and water. Most settlements have cropped up around these sources. At the further reaches of the desert, there lies a mountainous area where another kingdom resides.

Brief history

Formerly nothing more than a scattered collection of tribes and villages, they formed pacts and alliances out of necessity as opportunistic bandits and other exiled undesirables often raided their settlements and attacked travelling caravans. Eventually, the majority of power was held by the largest city of the region, Kyrantes (Kee-Ran-Tes), a walled behemoth towering over the wasteland, protecting one of the largest stretches of farmable land in the region, provided by a river that flows through the heart of the city. They soon adopted an official form of government and named themselves as “The League of Kyrantes”, after the center of their power.

During the “Unity Crusade” where the empire sought to expand its territory, and bring all others under their heel, The League held out against the attack, and even managed to go so far as to attack the Empire with assistance from other kingdoms that had been provoked by the Empire’s war-mongering. This proved to be more costly than anticipated however due to the incursion of enemies from beyond the breach.

Currently, the League enjoys a seat in the Council of Seven with peaceful, though wary, relations with other kingdoms. Despite the demilitarization following the Council’s pursuit of peace, the people Kyrantes and The League are ever suspicious of anyone who lives beyond their walls.

Summary and Role

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The League of Kyrantes is an alliance of various villages and cities, all submitting to the will of the great fortress-city Kyrantes, and its Grand Vizier. The Grand Vizier is passed down via heritage among influential noble houses in the city. While the title is highly coveted, and can at times be a cutthroat competition, the Grand Vizier is still required to please the other members of the League by creating unity and consensus. Otherwise they may find themselves replaced rather quickly. 

Being composed of different settlements, The League is run by its own council of leaders, with each town and village having their own methods of selecting leaders. The Grand Vizier of Kyrantes simply gathers them all into the fortress-city whenever region-wide matters must be discussed, and they often debate on matters within the opulent Dawn Palace at the center of the city. While attempts are made for consensus among the leaders, if immediate action must be taken, and the leaders cannot agree on a decision, the Grand Vizier has the power to bypass discussions and do as they wish, so long as the rest of the League is made aware of this. Through this, they can force the League to work by their will, at the cost of their public reputation. Grand Viziers often do not abuse this power, as those who do usually have short-lived reigns when public unrest rises due to the myriad of hardened mercenaries and assassins often for hire within their region

Their role among the Council of Seven both during and after the War of the breach, is to act as one of its defense specialists. Their generals and tacticians being equally skilled in both defending a city, and besieging it by subverting their own strategies. However, their armies excel most at repelling enemy forces from behind a wall, or a fortified base of operations. Their archers being highly disciplined at holding the line and maintaining a hail of fire upon their enemies. Their infantry, resilient and fearless, fighting with almost a mad fanaticism against those who threaten their homes and families. Their cavalry, adept at breaking enemy lines and repeatedly scattering assaults, keeping any enemy from being able to find their footing in a siege. Any place under the protection of The League will demand payment in countless lives before it will be taken.

Patron God

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Guurut: God of the Sun and the Moon

Temple location: Solune (Sol-une)

Guurut stands nearly eight-feet tall.  During the day hours his appearance is one of fiery fashion, with vibrant reds and yellows being the predominant theme while a loud, boisterous personality embraces all who come near.  Parties as legendary as time has seen have taken place in his temple, with copious amounts of both alcohol and foods being consumed.  Though as night rolls around, his appearance instead changes to more somber colors.  Black and a dark blue color scheme wraps his body tightly during these hours, while a mellow and often sad personality push away any who come to see him.  It is in these hours that people find that they have a chance to reflect on who they truly are in the temple.

It is during both dawn and dusk, do the two sides of this coin mesh.  His appearance is a clash of purple and white, and a calm personality emanates forth.  Those at his temple during these hours have a chance to reflect on what they truly want.
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Atala
The Kingdom of Heaven's Scales
SummaryAtala is a society characterized by its pursuit of intellectual ascension, and its relatively advanced views on Magic. They consider themselves to have found a world beyond the magical arts, instead devoting their wealth of knowledge and understanding towards the study of philosophy and the sciences. The study of Alchemy, in particular, is very popular in the upper echelons of Atala. Through it, they have uncovered what might be one of the most renowned magical discoveries of the current era. (See: The Philosopher's Stone, below)

As for the common folk, things are much better than one would expect. Advancement is proclaimed as being based of off merit. The way it's taught, even a common farmer could raise himself to the position of lord with enough work. This is obviously untrue, but it motivates the lowborn, and is such continually spread by those who hold the actual power. 

The country is fundamentally human centric. Other races are not openly discriminated against, but the philosopher-lords would scoff at the idea of welcoming an elf-folk or stoutling into their ranks. They extol the virtues of being human, and revere the ephemeral concept of youth as a supreme state of being. Magic, which they view in a similar vein to the throes of puberty, is something impure but necessary to growth. Those without Magic are pitied, but Magic itself is simply a means to an end. That end is, ultimately, Ascension...

The Philosopher's StoneThe pinnacle of Alchemy, and the most publicly known and yet well kept secret of the Atalan Kingdom. The means of creating it are widely unknown, but everyone who has heard of Atala knows of its effects. Eternal youth. Or, more accurately, the re-invigoration and preservation of youth through a kind of spiritual ascension. Those who partake in the Stone's elixir forever give up their ability to use Magic, but in exchange, are entered into a state of suspended aging and physical purity that goes beyond even that of the Elves.

The mechanics of the Elixer are complicated, but how it functions fundamentally is through "manifestation of the spirit". It takes the part of the being that is the individual's magical aptitude, and causes it to condense in the drinker's very flesh. The way the Atalans see it, they become something pure and wholly human. So what if in the process, their Magical abilities are lost to them forever. All is worth it in the pursuit of supreme perfection.

Their RoleAtala fills a very valuable position in the Council. When the Kingdom of Scales goes to war, they are a calculative and decisive force on the battlefield. Atalian strategists are held in high regards no matter one's opinion of their country itself, and their fighting force is nothing to scoff at either. Each soldier is a scholar in their own right, and Atala's wealth of nutrition and fondness for physical sport make for tough, well-rounded warriors.

The absolute elite of Atala are those who have consumed the Elixir of Youth, and who possessed vast magical aptitude before doing so. Their young appearance and thoughtful eyes hide a well-oiled machine of a body that surpasses the capacity of mortal men. To underestimate them, is to ascertain one's defeat.
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History

Composed of flat fertile plains and sprinkled with periodic forests teeming around the nutrient rich rivers flowing out of distant mountains, the area that would one day become Luvalon was originally settled by Assimar pilgrims escaping the escalating conflict across the ocean. When the weary travellers discovered the mostly untouched lands, they established a village on the shores that would one day rise to be the Balasta, the capital city and primary seaport for the country. 

As time went on and more people entered, the country eventually expanded across the entirety of the plains and called it Bratia after Balasta's founding family. The Bratia's ruled for several centuries, each generation more corrupt than the last. The family executed political and religious opponents, abused their citizens, and spent their money on their own pleasure and lining the family's pockets.

Azorius Bratia was the exception. As she studied the history of her land and family, she recognized the signs of the same oppression and persecution her family originally fled. Horrified at the hypocrisy and abuse, the woman attempted to fix the problems from inside the family, begging and pleading and bargaining. Ultimately, she was jailed and sentenced to death for her actions by her own father. She escaped with the help of a group of renegades and seemingly vanished.

It took the better part of half a century before she would return, having developed the four principles of hieromancy. In an aggressive assault on the capital, Azorius and many of the citizens of the Kingdom overthrew the Bratia regime without bloodshed. This came to be known as the Midnight Revolt. 

Since then, Hieromancy was established as the guiding principles of the Kingdom. In order to shake off the last of the authority of the Bratia family, the Kingdom was renamed after the first principle of it's guiding philosophy. Azorius then wrote the Azorius papers, magical documents detailing the rules and responsibilities of leadership and Hieromancy. Each public servant would be required to sign them and each signature strengthen the magic embodies in the pages.

Now, Luvalon stands as a bastion of community and camaraderie in the world. Hieromancy has taken the form of religion for most and its magic is practiced by each member of the small military force the Kingdom does maintain. The Kingdom's people see magic as a tool that is to be used only when necessary otherwise it becomes a crutch. The nation as a whole focuses it's resources on developing new sustainable agriculture and fishing practices. They are incredibly proud of their nation’s breweries, created due to the abundance of wheat and barley grown, the abundance of wheat and barley naturally encouraging their growth, and act as the primary hosts of the Kingdom wide festivals held four time a year.

Religion and Hieromancy

With such widespread influence over the moral and ethical development of the nation, Hieromancy is both a branch of magic and the religion of the country. The branch draws on the lessons of Vel’Dia, the Goddess of Life and Death, to drive its four principles. It is rumored the High Hieromancer studied at the feet of the Goddess to develop hieromancy, although the rumor is unconfirmed by any source. Coupled with the close regard for the natural order any agricultural nation develops, the people of Luvalon regularly invite the Goddess to their festivals and make pilgrimages to her Temple with offerings from their homes and fields.

Hieromancy is a branch of magic that reinforces order and community. It teaches and provides a path for peace and reconciliation without bloodshed and blows exchanged. It summons white glowing chains, compels temporary behaviors, suppresses magical effects, bolsters confidence and abilities in allies, and calcifies enemies with the weight of their wrongdoings. Skilled practitioners with time to prepare can write their spells into the natural order of an area, making honest a universal requirement in a room or making all noise cease in a village. 

Four main principles drive Hieromancy. These principles are what power the magic and all initiates study them intensely since actually using the magic requires a thorough understanding and acceptance of the following: 

Luvalon: The bonds between community and kin are sacred. It is from these bonds that individuals are strengthened and develop a sense of morals and resolve. These bonds drive individuals to care for each other and create a sense of unity that allows them to survive even the worst trials.
Sova: Life is cyclical. The ebb and flow of the tides, the growth of the wheat and barley in the fields and their subsequent harvest, the birth of mortals and their eventual death. These cycles are the natural order of the universe and it is not for the hubris of mortality to interrupt. Life and its natural passing are sacred and none have the right to deny any creature that.
Jelenn: No matter how life was lived, all mortals are rendered equal in death. The Hieromancer and the Farmer both must died so it is the folly of mortality to assume one better than the other. All creatures are equals, each with a job to do that uplifts and sustains their community and kin. And this remains true always, even though the responsibilities may change over time. Revere not one over another, for all contribute to the greatness of their community.
Lyev: Hardwork and honesty are key to a fulfilling life and are the mortar that keeps a community together. Laziness and lies will rot community and kin. Use your own two hands to reach your goals, otherwise you risk turning tools to crutches.

When accepting these principles, there is one last step all Hieromancers and public servants must take: signing the Azorius Papers. The first High Hieromancer penned the 13 Azorius papers to both act as guide and enforcer of the Hieromancy principles. These papers are infused with Azorius’s magic, growing stronger with each signature and leaves a lasting mark in the form of the Azorius grow, a thin strip of glowing white symbols around the top of their head.  These treaties heighten the signee’s sense of compassion and empathy, forces them to speak truthfully when they do speak, and reinforces the importance of the four pillars of hieromancy. Azorius wrote these treatises in order to prevent a corrupt ruler from taking advantage of the trusting inclination of the nation.

The Council of Seven

Luvalon has little in the ways of military might to support the council with. Although they do have a small standing army, solid tacticians, and the might of Hieromancy, Luvalons focus on supplying the Council rather than fighting for it. The Luvalons provide the Council as a whole with a major portion of its food and alcohol stores with the conditions that more than just basic rationing occurs. Luvalonian chefs are some of the best in the Kingdom and they are more than eager to share what joy they find in food with others. After all, food is such an important part of life that relegating it to anything less than an art form would be an insult. 

Luvalonians also provide counseling services to the armies of the Council. War and death are draining on the souls and minds of their comrades and those that sign the Azorius Papers feel others pain as if it were their own. Comforting comes naturally to the people, as it lessens their own emotional burden, and they understand that if one link breaks, the whole chain is compromised.
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S’venia Dalamor 

Gender: 

Female  

Age:

47 

Race:

Dark Elf

Appearance: 

S’venia stands at a height of five feet five inches tall with a lithe frame that is filled with a toned muscular build.  She has long, slight unkept, hair that falls down just above the midsection of her back.  She has a face that appears to be innocent enough until you catch a glare from her piercing golden eyes.  Her armor, as well as every aspect of her clothing, is very sleek and to the point; with very few fancy frills thrown in.    

Personality:

Cold, calculating, and brutally honest.  S’venia is a woman who has spent her whole life dedicated to the Goddess Rofella.  She is rarely caught with a smile, instead a near permeant frown is always found on her face as if she is perpetually disappointed in one thing or another.   When she enters a room, her eyes are constantly scanning, her ears constantly listening, and she is always ready to act if the situation demands it.  Brutally honest when asked question, S’venia responds with ill-regard for how the truth with handled once given.   

Though as negative as she can seem, she is not without her redeeming qualities.  For one, she has one of the better tactical minds that the Kingdom of Aurr has produced in decades.  While she is not as experienced as the other commanders, she has the ability to draw up ferocious assaults on the fly and is relentless in her pursuit of victory.  Secondly, she values the lives of not only her soldiers, but her potential enemies as well.  If peace is an option, she will explore it until it’s taken out of her control.  She is constantly training and preparing those under her for battle while teaching them the ways of diplomacy.  

 History:   

 S’venia was born during an intense snowstorm in one of the many fortress cities to a poor family who was ill-equipped to raise a daughter in this harsh landscape.  At the young age of five, S’venia was taken to the temple after her parents disappeared in the jagged landscape.  For most of her adolescent years, she was taught the history of the Kingdom, the worships of Rofella and the art of war.  Eventually it was discovered that she had a natural affinity for combat, particularly tactical decisions, and was further trained by the military. 

By the time she reached thirty years of age, she had risen through the ranks and was given her first command over a small force that patrolled the mountains.  Her patrol, though clever tactics and numerous success was increased in scale and scope and renamed the Snow Leopards.  For the next fifteen years, S’venia and the Leopards protected the Kingdom from bandit threats and from the Wild Ones as well.  Often when they discovered a bandit camp, S’venia would approach and sue for a peaceful disbandment of their force while the rest of her army, camouflaged against the snow backdrop, maneuvered for the battle.  If they accepted the peace, S’venia would allow the bandits to live and instead take them back to the towns to work out their sentence.  If they denied the peace, her Leopards would pounce and end them quickly. 

When the Council of Seven called for war, the more veteran commanders answered their call.  When the Council of Seven called for a search for the missing god, Rofella, S’venia was selected.  She was given Rofella’s weapon, the Sword of Ruin, and tasked with taking a small force to aid in the search. 

Equipment: 

Sword of Ruin - The sword used by Rofella herself, the Sword of Ruin is a simple arming sword in appearance with an edge sharper than any blade known thus far.  Perfect in every category, it is a sword wielders dream to use.  It does, however, call out for it's mother.  The sword want's to be reunited with Rofella herself and as such, it gives it's wielder clarity on what direction to travel to find the Goddess.

-Dagger

-Plate armor chest

-Armored sleeve

Forces:
40 Snow Leopard foot soldiers – 20 Snow Leopard archers 

The Snow Leopards are highly trained soldiers that focus on non-traditional, maneuvering warfare where distractions and flanking are favored.  Often-times camouflaged, they use the area around to their advantage in combat.  When at full strength, they will deploy a portion of their force as a decoy, with ragged battle lines that invite direct assault from the opposition.  All the while the archers and the rest of the unit flanks around and positions themselves against many separate flanks of their enemies. It is when the enemy falls into their trap do they pounce.  Utilizing their overlapping fields of fire, the foot soldiers draw their short bows and unleash a hail of arrows above their enemies, forcing them to raise their shields before the archers, with the long bows, place strategic shots into the sides of their foes.  After the archers have exhausted their quivers, and the enemy depleted of forces, do the foot-soldiers charge in and finish off the enemy. 

That is not their only strategy but it is one of their more effective ones to use on disorganized bandit bands and common enemies in the north.  In the south, they have dropped their snow leopard cloaks and have grabbed ones that blend in better with the lush forests that they now travel, and are in the process of learning new tactics that benefit them in this new arena. 

Snow Leopard foot soldier equipment: 

-Short bow with 20 arrows in a hip quiver 

-Arming sword with kite shield 

-Scale-armor 

Snow Leopard archers Equipment 

-Long bow with 20 arrows in a hip quiver as well as ten more carried in hand 

-Shortsword held on the opposite hip in a sheath 

-Leather armor

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Wilamin Veritasia
the Judicator

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Gender: Female 
Age: 35 (Biologically in her early-mid teens)
Race: Human(?)
Brief BiographyBorn to the elite among the highborn in Atala's capital, Wilamin was likely destined to be something worthwhile from the moment she was born. But despite her natural talent for magic and for science, she never let her gifts get ahead of her hard work. She strived from the moment she left the crib to be greater than what she was, and by the time she was a scholar of the highest calibre, she was still only just out of her childhood years. Through careful social manipulation and a vicious spree of intellectual upsets of prestigious individuals, she eventually reached it.

The Stone. That sacred, taboo achievement that Atala had founded its strongest beliefs on.

Since the moment she drank from that most forbidden chalice, she has been something of a symbol among the Atalan nobility. A merciless seeker of truth, a kindred spirit who would lay waste to her opposition if it meant coming a step closer to higher understanding. Not feared or hated, but revered among her people; if there is anything like a "hero" in Atala, it is her.

When the time came to answer the call, she was unsurprisingly the one to answer. Out of all of her peers, she was the most ambitious and aggressive after all. She had no difficulty securing military and noble support for her attendance at the council, and now seeks to further her understanding of the world in yet another novel and exciting way.

A quest to save the world? Such a thing is worthwhile, certainly. She lives in the world, after all.

Qualities of the MindTraining, or something more intimate.
-Aggressive. It's in her nature to seek conclusive dominance over others through display of mental and physical prowess. Rather than using competition as a vehicle to prove herself, she instead seeks to inspire others as well as herself by claiming pure and complete victory in all things. Not one to accept defeat easily.
-Elegant. The quality of being refined, and also her affinity for social interactions that helps her exist in an environment with other nobles. Wilamin values refinement in all things, and has never to date been observed going against these values. Equal parts social habit as it is a form of self-discipline, helping her shape her behaviour into one more in line with her will.
-Inquisitive. The culture she comes from values the pursuit of knowledge highly, and beyond even that, Wilamin has dedicated herself to the pursuit of truth. She does not speak untruly except when utterly necessary, and takes immense satisfaction from assigning certainty to the uncertain. Her natural curiosity is like that of a child's, taken to its logical extreme.
-Knowledgeable. An aftereffect of the trait listed above. A quality possessed by those who have not simply immersed themselves in study, but have emphasized the absorption of knowledge from a wide array of sources through osmosis. A state of understanding only achievable in civilized society, and therefore one that Wilamin considers to be of great worth.
-Pankration. A martial art favoured in Atala, which is seen as being a pure expression of one's mind through their body. Often used during intellectual debates, to handle social disputes, or even simply for recreation among nobles. There is no greater bonding activity between two great Atalian minds than a bout of Pankration, followed by a shared bath.
-Strategy & Military Tactics. Characteristic fields of study for the girl who does not know defeat, and one punctuated by more field experience than one would expect. Could be called both an understanding of the conventions of war, and also the flexible mind required to assess new combat paradigms. A talent for logistics and personnel management is implicit.

Qualities of the FleshBlood, and Sinew, and Bone. Fundamental components it takes to be considered alive.-Eternally young. Having sipped from the radiant chalice and attained a miracle beyond mortal birth, Wilamin has sustained an effect superficially similar to immortality. Rejuvenated and full of youth, time seems not to advance for her faultless skin and tempered flesh. She will still die when her allotted time is up, but until then, she will be beautiful.
-Natural body. A secondary effect of the Elixer of Life, which sublimates the spirit into one's very flesh. Wilamin requires no training to remain in peak physical condition, and while she lacks in body mass, she is more than capable of besting regularly able-bodied humans. Were this another world, she might be described as "Olympian" (in more ways than one).

Qualities of the SpiritSomething less material than the Flesh, but equally as inherent and precious.-Enlightenment. A state of heightened awareness on a spiritual level as a result of a brush with higher knowledge. Meaningless in the grand scheme of things, but one possessing this order of separation from mortality does present an unusual presence upon examination. When looking upon her, one might easily believe that Wilamin has been touched by some kind of higher power- regardless of if this is actually the case, or not.
-Magically barren. The same elixer that gives life, takes its toll on other parts of the being. As a result of having obtained alchemical immortality, Wilamin is completely unable to directly wield any sort of Magical power. Some loopholes exist, but she can generally be treated as an individual with a magical aptitude of zero.
EquipmentWilamin does not arm herself heavily, to do so would be to go against her basic principles. She does carry a small dagger for utility and emergency purposes, and does not travel without an extensive kit consisting of supplies for observation on the field. Spyglasses, waterproof cases for maps and papers, and all sorts of writing implements are a given. She owns a basic breastplate and helm for when she's on the battlefield, to protect her from the stray shots of her enemy, but otherwise does not wear armour on the regular.

ForcesTravelling with Wilamin is an attachment of Atalian soldiers, recruited through her connections among the other Nobles of her home country. Marching 60 strong and armed with sturdy, light armour, they should function as a formidable heavy infantry unit in a pinch. While their armour is far from plated, they do carry heavy metal shields and extremely long spears suited for formation combat. When things get up-close and personal, they favour a one-handed sword with an open hand or shield. Rather than their skill with weapons, their intensive training in hand-to-hand combat is what sets them apart from others.

In addition to her soldiers, Wilamin is attended to by a team of 10 professionals. They have a mastery of a wide array of skills, namely engineering and other useful skills for battlefield construction. More importantly, this support staff helps to create a stronger chain of command for Wilamin's personal forces. Particularly important when Wilamin herself is stretched thin, picking up the slack where she may not be able to direct her personal attention.

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Character Summary

Name: River Fontaine
Apparent Age: 20
Age: 150
Gender: Male
Race: Lalafell
Favorite Season:



Appearance

Height: 3'6"
Weight: 50 lbs
Body Type: Rotund
Eye Color: Left: Blue / Right: Red
Hair Color: Midnight Blue
Skin Tone: Tanned
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Arcane marks around the eyes and forehead.
Personal Style:
River is one of the tallest Lalafell within his community. He stands at the height of 3 feet 6 inches with midnight blue hair that resembles the depths of the ocean and is typically worn up. His eyes are hetero-chromatic, where in one eye is blue and the other a crimson red, coupled with a vibrant almost glowing aetheric blue tattoo that swoops beneath each eye accenting them both; this same coloured tattoo can be seen on his forehead going down the direct center towards the bridge of his nose in an intricate design giving him a very distinct visage. His skin of a light caramel colour and is just as smooth with no scars nor blemishes to note. His body is rotund yet slender as is the shape of many of his peoples bodies and the ears are long and come to a point similar to that of an elves though a bit more elongated. He notably wears a long black cloak with copper embellishments,black leather belts,book strap, a white pin-striped undershirt, black leather arm guards, black pants, and brown and black leather shoes. He carries with him a grimoire at all times to help aid him in his casting as well as spectacles that are admittedly just for show.



Psychology

Playful * Focused * Determined


Sexuality: Homosexual
Relationship Status: Married
Personality: River has an almost childish personality, though he understands he must show his maturity and discipline in times of peril or of importance. His longevity as an elf has not hardened his heart like those of his other kind who tower above him, no he views the other races short lives as something he must cherish and understands that although they are but a passage of time with him that he to them may be their life long friend. He attempts to make bonds where he can and will do what he can to help those who need it. His mission against this blight is just as focused as anyone's although it may not seem like it at times.

Habits:
Taps his fingers across his tome
Throws his hands up and shrugs I'd asked a question he doesn't know the answer to.

Hobbies:
Reading ancient tomes
Practicing his magical arts
Fencing
Whip training
Archery
Pranking

Fears:
The Ignorant
The Dark

Likes:
The Unsolved
Hard Workers
Being Right
Sweets

Dislikes:
Laziness
Being Wrong
Being Undermined
The Blight




Skills

General Skills:
Fencing
Archery
Whip wielding
Hydromancy
Analyzing

Magic:
 
Hydromancy:

River's abilities to create water also allows for his manipulation of it. He can use it as a torrent to rip through enemy lines allowing for them to be pushed away from one another breaking ranks, or simply using the rush to knock his enemies prone. He may also create a barrier to help slow down projectiles or even a gaseous area to reduce visibility. In times of need he may even craft a whip for which to fight with though he typically attempts to have battlefield control.

Analytical: 

River wields this magic to spy enemy weaknesses, strengths, and much more. Casters equipped with this have higher battlefield control as they can scan the areas for quick escapes or terrain hazards that can be used to their advantage, after all a well placed blade may be the deciding factor in a match, coupled with his hydromancy Rivers battlefield control takes new heights.

Summoning:

Of all his abilities this one is not only unique but also exhausting to an extent. If studied enough River begins to see all the similarities in creatures, how they're built, how they flow, move, etc. He can combine this extensive knowledge along with his ability to shape and create water to do something of a similar nature and shape a more dense and solid form resembling the creature in question. Though he cannot actually summon a steed he can replicate it using his magic, however the larger the creature is the more it takes out of him. While a small cat may be simple to summon and aid in a fight a lion would take much more out of him. 

These summons, being made of water, can be used as conduits for Rivers hydromancy allowing him to use divination through the creatures, seeing through 'their eyes' so long as he has another source of water to see into.




History


Biography:
Magic is as natural as breathing to those of the Plains. ALthough they do not wield it any easier than some of the other races, they are all magically inclined in one way or another. Using ley lines gifted to the world by nature, alongside their study of the arcane, they help to make life a little easier for themselves with such things as gardening, cooking, and even healing. 

Rivers parents were no exception, his father was born with analytical magic that allowed him to study creatures for weaknesses, strengths, and much more. His mother had the ability to manipulate and create water using Hydromancy. When it was time for his birth they placed down ley lines that would pass on their gifts to him, which resulted in Rivers appearance, and innate sense for both analytical magic as well as hydromancy.

 He began his training at an early age, with the sages of his people teaching him how best to manifest his powers as well as their knowledge on the worlds natural magic conductors ( the ley lines ) and how to inscribe them into the geometric shapes they create for the use of grimoire's,  runic jewelry, and so forth. As the years progressed he was able to control his powers more and more and eventually began to meld them together to create what they called “summoning." This practice takes more than the usual amount of energy to cast, as it is combining two separate forms of magic to create one end result. His unique, childlike, and Inquisitive mind allowed for him to create uses with hai magic that others hadn't thought of. It was to no surprise that he quickly rose through the stages ranks to later on command an army for a kingdom they would build.

*The War*


It was a day like any other, the young mages practiced to hone their skills, while the elders attempted to learn more of the world and how best it can serve them. Families were preparing meals for their kids so that they wouldn't wait a second to have to eat after a long days work at the school, after all casting magic was a draining experience. The meals would have to wait however, for while River was atop a balancing pole his eyes caught a glimmer in the distance. 

He immediately began to scan the area using his magic. His archiac tattoo began to glow as his pupils dialated, whilst each eye darted back and forth through the  areas as they scanned for any potential threats. Finally he had caught what he'd believed to be the worst thing that could've appeared, it was a Breacher, like from the tales of his parents. He immediately yelled out to his village, warning them of the danger as he hopped off the pole, creating jets of water at his feet as he fell, to cushion his fall. Tall green vines began to rip from underneath the ground around the village as it formed sturdy interwoven walls. A monstrous grunt could be heard as a loud thud resonated against the wall. A Scar Guard was attempting to use brute force in order to break it's way into the village, along followed by a few Skinnui. The students were asked to retreat to their homes but River could not stand idly by while others fought. He rushed forward snagging a grimoire from the school and decided to make best use of it. Waiting for the opening that would allow the elders to step out and fight he saw his chance and bolted through immediatly creating a sphere of ice around him to cut off any attempt at contact.

400 years ago during the first attack, an isolated incident, but one that would mold the lives of the lalafellen race. Typically living in burrowed hobbit holes, the lalafells decided a new approach must be made in order to keep their people safe and out of harms way. Each and every one worked hard and burrowed deeper into the earth, creating an entire underground kingdom. Flora and fauna still grew as the people used magic to magnify what little light crept beneath the surface. Waterfalls and mountainous hills were erected giving the folk of the plains a new kingdom to call home. Barriers have been erected, illusions cast, and passageways safeguarded. With each new idea for safety, magic flourished and they offered their new found knowledge to Ardur to show him their trials and the spoils that came with it. It is of no surprise that when the gods came down in mortal form he took refuge with them in the temple built to his honor and vast knowledge of magic.



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Our enemies called you stupid, are you gonna take that?: Stupid? STUPID?! I'll have you know I am, and have been, one of the brightest minds of these past century and a half! Why never in my years has such an insufferable thing been said. You may be ignorant now, but let's see how ignorant you are once I rain down my arcane might upon you!

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Name: Cyterius Yranov

Gender:  Male

Age: 27

Race: Human

Appearance: 

Tan-skinned with an average body build. He has green eyes, and  short black hair that tends to get messy from the hood he usually wears. When not wearing his usual armor, he wears a white shirt and leather pants with a brown leather hooded cloak with a black silhouette of a Falcon etched onto the back

Personality:

Quiet, Calculative, Cynical. These would be the words to describe Cyterius by his friends. He maintains a practical and realistic worldview, not putting much weight on goodwill or that people won’t have some underlying agenda.  He’s not one to take old tales of heroism and legends at face value, always trying to see characters from the perspective that a person of their time would. He’s the kind of person that would willingly let others die if their deaths served an important purpose or a greater good. The exception to that however would be his close friends in the Luna Falcons; a small group of men and women who he grew up with and faced countless dangers alongside. Cyterius doubts he has it in himself to let them die if there was even a remote chance of saving them. In combat, Cyterius keeps his cool, and remains calm and collected as he analyzes the situation and the danger he is presented with. He thinks and processes information faster than most of his peers, trusting logic more than instincts or feelings, which make him more suited to a tactician and scout/spy role than a frontline fighter.

Call him stupid? Cyterius doesn’t care, he’s busy thinking of the most efficient way to rout your forces and remove you from the equation

History:

Born to a poor family, Cyterius lost his parents early on as they were locked away by the Kyrantian Guard when they tried to steal from a particularly influential merchant at the market district. He was left alone on the streets, though his parents had helped him by teaching him how to survive off the scraps of the street, and to steal what he needed. He eventually found a sense of belonging and brotherhood from a group of street children led by a large kid named Samson Karinus. Their small group of 6 shared food and money together, helping each other survive the cruel realities of their urban environment. One day, they were approached by a relatively famous Bounty Hunter who went only by the name “Sicario” who was tracking a few of his targets in Kyrantes. When he encountered the street children, he enlisted their help by paying them to spy on his targets, and cause distractions wherever it was needed to buy him time to either capture or kill his marks, depending on what the bounty asked.

Cyterius and the other children enjoyed working for him, and liked the amount of money they got as a share from Sicario’s earnings. The bounty hunter in turn liked the kids and their moxie and took them under his wing. Though they began doing the same tasks they did once before, they eventually became full-fledged bounty hunters as they grew, inter-dependent with each other’s skills, as efficient in the shadowy savannahs and in the tight crowds of cities; no target would ever remain out of their sight for long. After their master Sicario chose to go into retirement, Cyterius took on the overall leader role for the group, with Samson acting as his right-hand and leading the others as they liked and trusted Samson more. They continued their activities as the Luna Falcons, furthering their reputation as a feared group of hunters for those who had the misfortune of being marked as targets for collection by the authorities of the League’s settlements. When mercenaries hired by a crime group went after Sicario in the solitary home he had retired in and killed their old master, they sought revenge. They went on a bloody campaign of abduction, torture, and killing of the members of the slave-trafficking ring that carried out Sicario’s murder. Those who survived were left battered and broken in the streets of their home cities, with a note telling the local authorities that the Luna Falcons will not ask for any payment for the capture of the criminals.

The current Grand Vizier, Kardael Rutallamah had long followed the feats an career of the Luna Falcons, and had been considering how useful it would be to have a group such as that, at the beck and call of Kyrantes. While the Kyrantian Guard and The League’s warriors were more than a match for foreign enemies, domestic ones required a more delicate application of force. This was something he knew the Falcons could deliver. He sent them an offer to permanently buy their services, tying them to The League’s service, and make them the head of an official Bounty Hunter guild that was to be formed should they accept.

Cyterius was wary of such an offer, fearing that doing so would give up the control they had to pick their own targets, and would be subservient to the whims of the nobility of The League. After consulting with his friends, and all of them speaking to Kardael to negotiate the terms of their deal, they eventually accepted. However, it was on the condition that all targets sanctioned with being hunted, were to be made public knowledge after the capture or kill, along with the names of the people who approved it. Cyterius thought this would be a sensible way to keep the power of the fledgling Guild from being abused.

The Luna Falcons served as the head of the newly-formed “Crescent Hunters” Guild, with the Falcons acting as both their elite, and the trainers of aspiring Bounty Hunters. For 3 years Cyterius had organized the administration and training of the Guild, when the call came for a representative from each of the Seven Kingdoms to go forth and investigate the disappearance of Rofella, the Goddess of War. The League at first considered sending one of their experienced military commanders to act as their representative, but the Grand Vizier argued that such an undertaking was not necessarily a military one, and would require someone adept at gathering information, understanding the situation, and acting with initiative depending on what the circumstances demanded. This, he said, was something suited to the special skills of Cyterius and his Falcons. 

Equipment: 
Salvo-Arm: A staple of the Luna Falcons, and then later on the Crescent Hunters Guild, it is a wrist-mounted, magazine-fed custom crossbow that fires by flicking the wrist downward, with a leather strap that is tied to the palm of the hand. Each magazine holds 5 bolts but can be quickly reloaded. Has a tendency to jam with improper wrist movement, needing to pull the wrist upright quickly after firing to reset the string before the next bolt is pushed in by the spring in the magazine
Light armor with thin metal plating on the torso, arms, and legs, but leather on joints and thighs. Allows quick and agile movement while providing protection from indirect blows.
Flying Snares: Throwable Bolas With two weights on each side. Used for both tying around a victim’s leg, or hitting them in the head with the spinning weights to disorient
Officer’s Talon: a Curved Saber Primarily used by the horse-mounted military officers of their home region
Man-Traps: A variation of a bear trap used by the Crescent Hunters. Using a pressure pad in the middle, a vise snaps closed around a victim’s leg. Digging into flesh with small spikes to keep it attached. Cannot be unwound without their unique master-key for their Man-Traps. Often has a chain attached to a tree or other anchor to keep the target in one place

Forces:

The Kyrantian Skirmishers

The Skirmishers are an elite light horse cavalry unit fielded by Kyrantes itself. Created with the intent of harrying and whittling down enemy forces long before they were close enough to besiege their towns and cities, the Kyrantian Skirmishers are trained from early on to ride and fight in the wilds a long way from home or any support from other soldiers of The League. Hence, they have extensive survival skills alongside their combat skills, though are more used to the dry environments of their homeland. The horses of Kyrantes, though not as fast as horses of other lands, are as tough and resilient as The League itself, often outperforming other breeds in terms of endurance and pain tolerance. Every Skirmisher has a special bond with their horse, training with them from the moment they are inducted into the unit. A rider and their horse are expected to always fight together, and eventually die together on the battlefield. Each member of the skirmishers specializes in one of 3 different weapon types, and are trained to utilize each on horseback: Sword, Spear, and Bow. 

The unit sent with Cyterius is composed of 15 Swordsmen, 15 Spearmen, and 20 Archers, totalling up to 50 riders strong. Each type fills in a role for the Skirmishers’ combat tactics. The Spearmen are often the first ones in the fight, there to break and scatter enemy formations and go head-to-head against enemy cavalry. They utilize a unique polearm that allows them to both stab and slash at enemies, allowing a degree of versatility when engaging foes. The swordsmen utilize long curved blades, akin to the Officer’s Talon. Their duty is to assault and pick off scattered enemy infantry, usually after the Spearmen have charged. They are also capable of attacking enemy infantry formations on their own to slaughter them quickly, if scattering them isn’t necessary. The archers’ role varies depending on the situation. They can pick off stragglers of a retreating enemy. They can lay down a volley of fire to thin out large numbers of enemy forces, rapidly changing positions after each volley, thanks to their horses, to avoid counter-attack from enemy archers. They can ride around an open battlefield, using their arrows to scare and shepherd enemy forces into specific areas, making them easy pickings for the Swordsmen and Spearmen.

Though they are trained to operate independently of settlements or friendly forces, the Skirmishers are interdependent on each other’s skills in order perform their role as a hit-and-run cavalry unit. A group of skirmishers composed of only one weapon type are considered combat-ineffective and are told in training that they should return where they came from to be reinforced, before being sent out again.

Luna Falcons:

Other than the Kyrantian Skirmishers, Cyterius is never without his trusted friends in the Luna Falcons. Together they form a highly effective scout and sabotage unit. Skilled in both gathering intelligence on any opponent, and experienced in tracking down and subduing singular targets.
Cyterius Yranov – Trapper/Tactician
Nischa Ariteni – Blade dancer
Percival Yariq – Alchemist/Poisoner
Samson Karinus- Tank/Brawler
Valeria Junaqea - Ranger specialist
Darius Hutzal - Stealth/Assassin expert

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Name: Kharne Blackwater

Gender: Male

Age: 27

Race: Half-Dragon/Half-Goliath

Appearance
Kharne takes after both of his parents very heavily. His mothers size and strength, his fathers natural defenses and coloration. He stands at an intimidating ten feet tall. Fairly above average even among other Goliaths. He's built much like a barbarian or a fighter, thick muscles ripple beneath his scales even at a near idle. Speaking of his scales, most of his body is black with a blue sheen in the right light while the plating along his chest and underside of his tail are a dark royal purple. His massive wingspan and strength doesn't make up for the half-formed membrane that decorate it, only allowing him to glide or gain a boost to jumping distance.

Strangely his horns are as white as freshly fallen snow, each one is about a foot and a half long and curve back slightly. Three spikes line the back of his jaw, the longest of which is four inches, the middle being three, and the bottom a mere two inches long. The spikes seem to protect his ears which can swivel to catch sounds and are pointed. Much likes his horns and spikes his claws, both hands and feet, are just as white. But the claws on his feet are clearly larger and designed to tear. Lastly his eyes, which are red with a reptilian pupil, sometimes glow depending on his mood. The more agitated and angry the brighter the glow.

Personality
Kharne can best be described as a blunt individual. He despises most races flowery language that beats around the bush and instead goes right to the point. Despite his bluntness he has the patience of a mountain, only the truly stupid things in the world getting him to actually get snappy. Given his bestial nature though he's a natural empath. Able to sense true emotions to a limited degree, his humanoid nature sort of getting in the way with more reason and logic. Like almost any race if he's treated correctly he's a good ally. Treat him wrong and you'll find no friendship, no aid, and potentially a pissed off stream of acid.

History
Kharne rarely gets into his history unless a superior has asked about it. He was a part of a Goliath tribe up in the mountains, his father unknown but clearly draconic, his mother a pure-blood Goliath. Once he was mature enough physically he left the tribe behind to survive in the mountains on his own. His draconic nature driving him to hunt and solitude while his Goliath side felt he was a drain on his single parent.

Very few things could contend with him in the mountains that he wandered. Getting that nice Goliath size before finally leaving into the warmer climes beneath the mountains. Down below there was far less solitude than he thought there would be. There were these soft bipedal beings in houses. Dozens of them that ran and screamed merely at the sight of him. He didn't understand their gibberish, only the Giantish and Draconic from his people and own instinct.

During the brief time he had been in the "valley" he encountered an old Knight. Such an odd being, this old man. Extremely few Goliath's lived to old age and even they went out to one-up their previous exploits. But the other odd thing was this old man could speak Draconic. So instead of yelling and screaming as he fled he held a conversation with the huge draconic man. Asking where he came from, what he planned on doing, typical stuff people wanted to know when they encountered a new and rare being.

Kharne found himself without answers to some of these questions. He had been following his instincts so much that he never really thought about his own future aside from his next meal. Finding no answer he was given a choice to follow the elderly man and learn from him or continue on with his instinctual life. It's obvious what Kharne picked, he followed the man and learned things about the world that even his ancestors and tribe didn't know. He didn't know it but his mere presence helped the old man, who'd try to rob a guy with a ten foot tall behemoth nearby during their travels?

Cut forward a few years and here we have a Kharne that had gained a good amount of knowledge, learned to suppress his instinctual dragon nature, and even push aside, most, of his Goliath competitiveness. He wasn't the scholarly sort but he wanted to learn things that could help him in the long run. Like potentially locating his draconic father if he ever felt like going that far. In his 'off time', meaning when he didn't have his face in a book, he learned the humanoid ways of fighting. With weapons, armor, and shields instead of tooth and claw.

During his time of study he looked at the various kingdoms of the races. Their histories, their military strategies, strengths, weaknesses, etc. He also looked at the gods and goddesses each one sort of fell under. He didn't really see anything that he could follow himself just by reading. So he'd have to see what each offered when he decided to travel. Given his draconic nature he honestly had no idea how long he'd live but he could spend that time fighting and learning.

The old knight he had helped before, and learned a little from, recommended he should participate in the upcoming meetings and fighting. Currently the behemoth is recommended to the human based kingdom to help where he's suitable. It wasn't possible to be a kingdom of one after all.

How he got to be a part of the group was because of that old knight. He had done a  lot of good for the kingdom and his word carried some weight. He recommended Kharne, who had been studying up on the other kingdoms and doing odd jobs, for the cause. There wasn't any resistance to the idea, having muscle was a good thing sometimes. Aside from studying he had been clearing the kingdom of bandit fortresses and hunting the larger monsters that seemed to roam the area.

Equipment
Crystal Greatsword:  A monstrously huge sword made from what looks to be crystal. It glows a soft red, as if shining light through a refined rose quartz. It's eight feet long, the blade is single edged, it's four inches thick, and roughly fifteen inches wide. No one knows how much it weighs but the typical races can't even lift it.
Steel Arm: Steel plates cover his right arm, his first knuckles to his shoulder. This is in place of a shield, allowing more maneuverability to parry melee attacks.
"Champions" Belt: A particularly large steel clasp that goes around the waist. It's an inch thick and about five inches wide. Attached to the belt is a "skirt" of red fabric with a gold border that reaches his ankles. Offers minor protection and public decency.
Dragon Tooth Bangle: A leather bangle on his bicep that has a ring of dragon teeth. A keepsake from his tribe up in the mountains and offers nothing but memories.

Magic
Dragon Breath(Acid): Due to his draconic heritage he can fire a spray of acid in a 60ft line from his mouth. This can only be used twice daily
Dragon Resistance(Acid): His dragon heritage gives him resistance to his own breath weapon damage type.
Rage: It's less magic and more his body going into overdrive. His strength and endurance are multiplied by 1.5x. His reflexes are heightened due to the 'higher brain functions' slowing down to not interfere.

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If you're wondering what Kharne sounds like, here ya go. youtube.com/watch?v=-dOXkdxP1ig

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Name: Beatrix Briatia

Gender: Female

Age: 76

Race: Aasimar 

Appearance: 

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Standing just shy of 5’ 11”, Beatrix’s armor is designed to slim the bulk of her body in order to cut a less intimidating figure. Her armor is forged and folded along side magical infusion, allowing it to be thinned more than standard plate mail while retaining its sturdiness. Beneath the armor, the woman works her body hard and has the muscle mass to prove it.  He hair is kept tied back in a messy bun if she bothers with it at all. The woman smiles more than frowns and her solid white eyes glitter with amusement at most anything.  

Personality:
If anyone embodies the spirit of Luvalon, it is Beatrix. She laughs and enjoys life to its fullest while maintaining the hard working attitude Luvalions are known for. She adamantly upholds the Azorius Papers and their principles, viewing those around him as equals and treating them accordingly. Serious matters often lack the spark of joy that Beatrix brings and she has no problem reminding people that life needs to be enjoyed. 

Because of the fevor of her devotion to those principles, Beatrix is a gifted Hieromancer. Coupled with the blood of Azorius Briatia and a keen instinct, Beatrix stands on the frontlines with her soldiers and strives to end conflict without blows. Her soldiers respect her for her dedication and empathy, both to the cause and to them. Beatrix’s motto is “If they can do it, I can do it.” The woman shouts orders and digs latrines with equal vigor. She believes that her job increases her responsibility, not just changes them. 

History:
Beatrix lived as many newborn Luvalonians do. In her childhood, she ran among the capital’s streets with friends and family, playing more often than attending her lessons. At the age of ten, she was admitted into the Order of Hieromancy. She spent three years studying the basic principles of Hieromancy and then was sent off to a village in the kingdom to experience them herself. Every year she would move either to a new village or onto a fishing boat to learn about the country from other people’s points of views and gain a more practical appreciation for the four principles.

At eighteen, Beatrix and her fellow students were granted the title of seventh circle hieromancers and given leave from the Order. Most choose to stay, entering the military or staying on with the Order itself but Beatrix requested Isperia. Only elder hieromancers and those in consideration for High Hieromancer partook in the ancient tradition, requiring its practitioner to wander the Kingdom with naught but the clothes on their back. The tradition cultivated a deep contemplation of the four principles as the individual trusted in nature and their fellow kinsmen to help them and offered their assistance in return. It would be the first time a Briatia walked the path of Isperia since Azorius’s daughter.

Most who return from Isperia come back calm and tranquil, their souls enlightened and at peace with what they discovered. Beatrix returned a grin on her face but she didn’t embody the inner tranquility her predecessor's discovered. Rather, her soul found a deeper meaning in life and that filled her with joy, with excitement. Her return was boisterous and lively. Despite her elders’ original misgivings, it was clear her time during Isperia had brought her closer to the principles but how would forget remain a mystery. Isperia was a highly personal journey and what one found meaning in varied from individual to individual.

Beatrix joined the Luvalonian military shortly thereafter, requesting a position on the pilgrimage route to Vel’Dia’s temple. Bandits recently discovered nooks and crannies along the paths and took advantage of those of the sacred route. Beatrix was dispatched as part of one of three platoons. The aasimar spent the next twenty years patrolling the route, working her way up to commander. 

The promotion moved her away from the pilgrimage route to patrol the border, specifically a heavily forested section on the northern edge. It was another twenty years she spent protecting the border and she earned a reputation for turning ruffians into citizens. Official policy required foreign offenders be bound with hieromancy from crossing their borders but Beatrix often ignored the policy, offering food, shelter, and purpose to those amenable to such an offer and more often than not, found them in her own platoon several years later. Later, she would personally train several of her current first circle hieromancers. 

When her reasoning for the alternative method of handling foreign criminals could no longer be denied, the current ruler of Lovelon raised Beatrix to the third seat of the High Hieromancers and she became the equivalent of a general in other Kingdoms. From them on, she focused her time in the Order and taught the new policies she enacted. Official policy changed within the next decade, exiles occurring less and less as people were welcomed and converted to their new home. 

When news of the breach reached Luvalon and the Council of Seven called on the armies of the Kingdoms, the Queen sent two of the High Hieromancers to them. Beatrix and the second seat High Hieromancer stayed behind, preparing to escape back across the ocean if they failed. Beatrix felt no remorse in the possibility of abandoning the other Kingdoms and even if she had, the Azorius Papers demanded she put her people first. But when the second call came,one to search for a lost God, Beatrix took to her horse before the Queen or the first seat could protest and she was off, forty hand picked heavy infantry and her ten most loyal Hieromancers close on her heels.    

Equipment: 

Full plate. 
Long Sword - Singing Gryphon 

The family Briatia’s sigil is a Gryphon. This blade, named after the mythical beast, rings as it is drawn and when it clashes against another weapon, inspiring confidence in nearby allies.

Tower Shield
Trident Dagger

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