New rules for combat. It's pretty simple. Soul and Stamina levels determine your characters costs and how long they can remain in a fight. Taking damage will often cause stamina loss as well. Once a character is out of stamina they will be knocked down. Once out of soul they cannot cast spells.
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Name: Itzel Chalchihuitlcue
Age: 25
Sex: Fully functional hermaphrodite, 100% sterile
Sexual Preference: Bisexual
Bloodline: Oro/Seraphim 60/40
Appearance:
Group: Alliance
Physique: Slim and frail looking
Abilities:
Earth Manipulation: While she can do the standard manipulations, she is more specialized in crystal manipulation. She can manipulate earthen materials, especially crystals, into other shapes, causing her to be able to make tools and equipment. When dealing with crystals, she can make more intricate designs than other earthen items.
Air Manipulation: Itzel has two uses of this, a no cost capability to let her hover in place when flying and an ability that costs stamina to allow her to increase the speed at which she flies, allowing for faster travel and extra strength on attacks done at the increased speed as she flies by. Hovering involves her flapping her wings in conjunction with manipulating air to keep in place.
Racial Abilities:
Enhanced Reduced Strength: Stronger physically than other Seraphim but weaker than most Oro
Thicker Hide
Improved Air Capacity
Soul Sight
Spells:
Crystal Conjuring (Earth, Conjuration): By using her soul essence, Itzel can summon crystal. The cost increases as she creates more crystal. She can form materials to manipulate into items at a relatively low cost, but she can also make entire defensive walls of crystal at a higher cost.
Reflective Crystal Bulwark (Divine, Enchantment, Conjuration): By enchanting targeted crystals, Itzel can make them reflect spells that hit them and to cause physical attacks on them to conjure and spray crystal shrapnel on the attacker.
Skills: Drawing, sculpting, crystal crafting, carving, proficient with armor and weapons
Pet: Royal Oro griffin/wyvern hybrid mount bred for beauty and combat. Slightly larger than a large horse. Named Gaston.
Experience: Itzel was born as a rarity, having gemlike scales and being a sterile hermaphrodite. So, she was given a large amount of attention throughout her early life, resulting in both education and training as well as pains taken to hide the less desirable fact about her sex. As part of her training, she discovered an affinity for crystals. By using crystals, she learned to craft items. The first spell she learned was how to conjure crystals for her use. She then could alter the crystal with her manipulation. This led to her taking courses in sculpting early on, supplemented with drawing courses to help her artistic ability.
Once she reached the age of 17, she began to experiment with forming more variety to her creations. She could already fashion items for sculpting as well as pieces for sculptures. She expanded that to include weapons and armor befitting a royal Oro. Despite being technically smithwork, her creations were always highly artistic and helped her avoid scorn since the forming happened through her magic and not physical labor. She also began getting letters and visitors trying to buy her womb. Other royals wanted her scales within their family and thus wanted to pay her to have a child. Even if she were fertile, she wouldn't have wanted to accept, so her secret gave her yet more resolve to say no.
Two years later, she encountered a group of nice seeming individuals. They convinced her that they were working to improve life for everyone. Because of her rather sheltered upbringing, she was unaware of what happened behind the scenes. The group had insidious desires, leeching money from Oro families. Itzel stumbled upon the plot one night as she took late afternoon walk to avoid a sudden influx of more offers. The cultists, as expected, were hostile. They attempted to attack her. She reflexively summoned crystal walls to prevent them getting to her. They had a man that could break through the walls. So, she panicked and just tried something with her magic. She intended to make the wall spiked, but instead it came out smooth. the cultist hit the wall, thinking it would break again, but it withstood his first hit and sprayed him with shrapnel. The wounds she inflicted slowed him enough for some of the guard to find and assist her. The guard dismantled the cult shortly after, though many families lost much of their fortunes.
That little taste of fighting, while incredibly scary, felt intuitively right to Itzel. Her family saw an opportunity to possibly get her to work towards a highly prestigious goal. They let her learn how to fight, pushing her to work to become a candidate to become Queen. She took to the bow and sling, even learning how to fire the bow with a shield on her arm. In melee, she intuitively defaulted to her dangerous tail. Until she turned 25, she trained as a warrior, the plan being for her to join the military. Then, the Alliance formed. Her family immediately put her in as a candidate, seeing yet another opportunity for prestige and getting her a better lot in society.
Itzel was accepted over the others due to her martial prowess and involvement in the cult's takedown. Now, only a month after her 25th birthday, she was sent out to meet the Alliance and show them both the beauty and strength of the Oro.
Motivation: Itzel's short term focus is to help the Alliance. She also has a particular hatred of cults and slavery, valuing freedom of thought and action. Her long term goal is to become the Oro Queen. She has heard some rumors of the Therosi slavers, so another long term goal in her drive to become Queen has led her to have the idealistic desire to end the Therosi.
Birthplace: Gaia, in the mountains among other royals.
Extra Info: Primarily uses her tail in melee. Smells like peppermint and cinnamon. If she sweats, the smell doubles in strength. She thrives in combat.
Age: 25
Sex: Fully functional hermaphrodite, 100% sterile
Sexual Preference: Bisexual
Bloodline: Oro/Seraphim 60/40
Appearance:
Group: Alliance
Physique: Slim and frail looking
Abilities:
Earth Manipulation: While she can do the standard manipulations, she is more specialized in crystal manipulation. She can manipulate earthen materials, especially crystals, into other shapes, causing her to be able to make tools and equipment. When dealing with crystals, she can make more intricate designs than other earthen items.
Air Manipulation: Itzel has two uses of this, a no cost capability to let her hover in place when flying and an ability that costs stamina to allow her to increase the speed at which she flies, allowing for faster travel and extra strength on attacks done at the increased speed as she flies by. Hovering involves her flapping her wings in conjunction with manipulating air to keep in place.
Racial Abilities:
Enhanced Reduced Strength: Stronger physically than other Seraphim but weaker than most Oro
Thicker Hide
Improved Air Capacity
Soul Sight
Spells:
Crystal Conjuring (Earth, Conjuration): By using her soul essence, Itzel can summon crystal. The cost increases as she creates more crystal. She can form materials to manipulate into items at a relatively low cost, but she can also make entire defensive walls of crystal at a higher cost.
Reflective Crystal Bulwark (Divine, Enchantment, Conjuration): By enchanting targeted crystals, Itzel can make them reflect spells that hit them and to cause physical attacks on them to conjure and spray crystal shrapnel on the attacker.
Skills: Drawing, sculpting, crystal crafting, carving, proficient with armor and weapons
Pet: Royal Oro griffin/wyvern hybrid mount bred for beauty and combat. Slightly larger than a large horse. Named Gaston.
Experience: Itzel was born as a rarity, having gemlike scales and being a sterile hermaphrodite. So, she was given a large amount of attention throughout her early life, resulting in both education and training as well as pains taken to hide the less desirable fact about her sex. As part of her training, she discovered an affinity for crystals. By using crystals, she learned to craft items. The first spell she learned was how to conjure crystals for her use. She then could alter the crystal with her manipulation. This led to her taking courses in sculpting early on, supplemented with drawing courses to help her artistic ability.
Once she reached the age of 17, she began to experiment with forming more variety to her creations. She could already fashion items for sculpting as well as pieces for sculptures. She expanded that to include weapons and armor befitting a royal Oro. Despite being technically smithwork, her creations were always highly artistic and helped her avoid scorn since the forming happened through her magic and not physical labor. She also began getting letters and visitors trying to buy her womb. Other royals wanted her scales within their family and thus wanted to pay her to have a child. Even if she were fertile, she wouldn't have wanted to accept, so her secret gave her yet more resolve to say no.
Two years later, she encountered a group of nice seeming individuals. They convinced her that they were working to improve life for everyone. Because of her rather sheltered upbringing, she was unaware of what happened behind the scenes. The group had insidious desires, leeching money from Oro families. Itzel stumbled upon the plot one night as she took late afternoon walk to avoid a sudden influx of more offers. The cultists, as expected, were hostile. They attempted to attack her. She reflexively summoned crystal walls to prevent them getting to her. They had a man that could break through the walls. So, she panicked and just tried something with her magic. She intended to make the wall spiked, but instead it came out smooth. the cultist hit the wall, thinking it would break again, but it withstood his first hit and sprayed him with shrapnel. The wounds she inflicted slowed him enough for some of the guard to find and assist her. The guard dismantled the cult shortly after, though many families lost much of their fortunes.
That little taste of fighting, while incredibly scary, felt intuitively right to Itzel. Her family saw an opportunity to possibly get her to work towards a highly prestigious goal. They let her learn how to fight, pushing her to work to become a candidate to become Queen. She took to the bow and sling, even learning how to fire the bow with a shield on her arm. In melee, she intuitively defaulted to her dangerous tail. Until she turned 25, she trained as a warrior, the plan being for her to join the military. Then, the Alliance formed. Her family immediately put her in as a candidate, seeing yet another opportunity for prestige and getting her a better lot in society.
Itzel was accepted over the others due to her martial prowess and involvement in the cult's takedown. Now, only a month after her 25th birthday, she was sent out to meet the Alliance and show them both the beauty and strength of the Oro.
Motivation: Itzel's short term focus is to help the Alliance. She also has a particular hatred of cults and slavery, valuing freedom of thought and action. Her long term goal is to become the Oro Queen. She has heard some rumors of the Therosi slavers, so another long term goal in her drive to become Queen has led her to have the idealistic desire to end the Therosi.
Birthplace: Gaia, in the mountains among other royals.
Extra Info: Primarily uses her tail in melee. Smells like peppermint and cinnamon. If she sweats, the smell doubles in strength. She thrives in combat.
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Sophia The Guardian of Knowledge:
Mason Drake:
Dremmick Valswei:
Lynn Meditrina:
Garrett "The (Blight)ed" Everard:
Nailah:
Aeden:
Talise:
Shye:
Aste:
Algimar:
Allard:
Itzel
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Good friends: 
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Good friends: Friends: Likes: Neutral: Dislikes:
Hates: Unsure: Respects: Lust: Annoyed: Amused: Sophia The Guardian of Knowledge:
Mason Drake:
Dremmick Valswei:
Lynn Meditrina:
Garrett "The (Blight)ed" Everard:
Nailah:
Aeden:
Talise:
Shye:
Aste:
Algimar:
Allard:
Itzel
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Honesty Crow Tlaloc
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Name: Freyr
Age: 27
Bloodline: Nayu
Group: Dolofon
Physique: Tall, with a mostly athletic physique. He may appear frail when wearing clothes.
Abilities:
Shadow Puppet: Freyr enters a trance-like state to create two shadow clones of himself. Created by shadow and controlled by his mind, the two clones are able to fight for as long as Freyr remains in this state. If the trance is interrupted in any way, the shadow clones will disappear and Freyr will wake up in a vulnerable dazed state which lasts for about 3 minutes.
Spells:
Black Widow's Weave: Over a long period of time, Freyr charms a target with the aid of this spell. In order for it to work the victim must truly feel an emotional connection to Freyr. This effect is invalid if the person is pretending to feel for Freyr or if another similar spell is being used. An emotional and physical connection is necessary to finish "weaving" the web around the target's mind. As the emotions grow stronger, Freyr's influence over the target's mind will grow opening them to suggestion. Following an intense intimate encounter between Freyr and the target the effect will peak allowing Freyr to completely control the person once the "weave" is complete.
Shadow Step: Upon casting, Freyr gains the ability to mask his presence using the shadows nearby. He becomes undetectable to any individual or trap that is within a 10 feet radius of him. Freyr remains invisible to the naked eye, smell and hearing. Magic designed to detect similar spells can be used to counter Shadow Step.
[u]Blade Dancer:[/b] Freyr's dual wield daggers are consumed by a void of darkness temporarily blinding a target 6 feet in front of him. The attack begins with a specific set of movements performed by Freyr which creates a void that consumed light around the target leaving them in complete darkness. The longer the duration of the dance prior to casting the more targets it can affect, with a limit of 5 within a radius of 10 feet.
Pet: Arachne, an ironically named albino giant snake that accompanies Freyr.
Motivation: ???
Birthplace: Nero
Experience: As the only descendant of a long bloodline of assassins, Freyr was pressured into the life of killing from an early age. Trained by his both of his parents in the art of assassination, infiltration, deception and combat. From his mother, Freyr learned a more nuanced form of assassination. Using illusion magic, charisma, and sex to lure targets into a fall sense of security before being slained. It was Freyr's mother, who had herself been trained by her grandmother taught her son the unique techniques of the family that focused on slowly softening targets before the kill. These particular skills required patience and exceptional planning in order to be carried out, not to mention a natural charisma that seemed prevalent among the members of the family including Freyr.
On the other hand, his father taught Freyr how to defend himself using blades and martials arts. In contrast to his mother, Freyr's father was an exceptional hand-to-hand combatant and a talented swordsman. Freyr's lithe frame and agile physique allowed him to pick up on techniques that involved small blades such as daggers and knives. His father picked up on his son's physical weakness and worked to hone his strengths. Training his reflexes and agility became priority for Freyr's father. Both of Freyr's parents were extremely demanding during training. Success was rewarded while failure was harshly punished. They believed that this would instill a sense of discipline in their son.
Training sessions did not cease even when Freyr became a young adult. In fact, they intensified. Until their deaths, Freyr's parents continued to teach and push him to his limits, even if it could sometimes kill him. Once Freyr became a full fledged assassin he formed techniques of his own, taking inspiration from his training and his own personal creativity.
Age: 27
Bloodline: Nayu
Group: Dolofon
Physique: Tall, with a mostly athletic physique. He may appear frail when wearing clothes.
Abilities:
Shadow Puppet: Freyr enters a trance-like state to create two shadow clones of himself. Created by shadow and controlled by his mind, the two clones are able to fight for as long as Freyr remains in this state. If the trance is interrupted in any way, the shadow clones will disappear and Freyr will wake up in a vulnerable dazed state which lasts for about 3 minutes.
Spells:
Black Widow's Weave: Over a long period of time, Freyr charms a target with the aid of this spell. In order for it to work the victim must truly feel an emotional connection to Freyr. This effect is invalid if the person is pretending to feel for Freyr or if another similar spell is being used. An emotional and physical connection is necessary to finish "weaving" the web around the target's mind. As the emotions grow stronger, Freyr's influence over the target's mind will grow opening them to suggestion. Following an intense intimate encounter between Freyr and the target the effect will peak allowing Freyr to completely control the person once the "weave" is complete.
Shadow Step: Upon casting, Freyr gains the ability to mask his presence using the shadows nearby. He becomes undetectable to any individual or trap that is within a 10 feet radius of him. Freyr remains invisible to the naked eye, smell and hearing. Magic designed to detect similar spells can be used to counter Shadow Step.
[u]Blade Dancer:[/b] Freyr's dual wield daggers are consumed by a void of darkness temporarily blinding a target 6 feet in front of him. The attack begins with a specific set of movements performed by Freyr which creates a void that consumed light around the target leaving them in complete darkness. The longer the duration of the dance prior to casting the more targets it can affect, with a limit of 5 within a radius of 10 feet.
Pet: Arachne, an ironically named albino giant snake that accompanies Freyr.
Motivation: ???
Birthplace: Nero
Experience: As the only descendant of a long bloodline of assassins, Freyr was pressured into the life of killing from an early age. Trained by his both of his parents in the art of assassination, infiltration, deception and combat. From his mother, Freyr learned a more nuanced form of assassination. Using illusion magic, charisma, and sex to lure targets into a fall sense of security before being slained. It was Freyr's mother, who had herself been trained by her grandmother taught her son the unique techniques of the family that focused on slowly softening targets before the kill. These particular skills required patience and exceptional planning in order to be carried out, not to mention a natural charisma that seemed prevalent among the members of the family including Freyr.
On the other hand, his father taught Freyr how to defend himself using blades and martials arts. In contrast to his mother, Freyr's father was an exceptional hand-to-hand combatant and a talented swordsman. Freyr's lithe frame and agile physique allowed him to pick up on techniques that involved small blades such as daggers and knives. His father picked up on his son's physical weakness and worked to hone his strengths. Training his reflexes and agility became priority for Freyr's father. Both of Freyr's parents were extremely demanding during training. Success was rewarded while failure was harshly punished. They believed that this would instill a sense of discipline in their son.
Training sessions did not cease even when Freyr became a young adult. In fact, they intensified. Until their deaths, Freyr's parents continued to teach and push him to his limits, even if it could sometimes kill him. Once Freyr became a full fledged assassin he formed techniques of his own, taking inspiration from his training and his own personal creativity.
Freyr was born in Nero to a family of assassins. Sharing the heritage of two infamous assassin families, he was under a lot of pressure from a young age to live up to the reputation. His training began as a young child. Despite being in good health, Freyr always appeared physically frail. Freyr's skin was mostly pale, and his hair was a lighter tint of purple which contrasted with that of his mother's which was a dark purple. The young child also lacked any horns. His sickly appearance and shy nature became a source of embarrassment for his parents who wished to pass on their knowledge to a strong heir who could carry on the reputation of their families. While Freyr's training was motivated by his parent's sense of pride, there was also resentment and hate toward their own offspring. They believed that Freyr would never make it and tried tirelessly to birth another son or daughter to replace him. However, their attempts proved futile and were left with a son they resented.
Training was harsh for Freyr. Embarrassed by his appearance and demeanor they aimed to change it by any means necessary. Sessions would often end in failure for the young Freyr who wasn't strong enough to carry a sword or even understood what he was being taught. At only 7 years old, he was bombarded with complex lessons and punished when he ultimately failed. Punishments ranged from beatings to being denied food. Eventually, Freyr began to learn out of fear of his own parents. He proved to be a talented illusionist and fighter, adopting the dagger as his weapon of choice. At age 10, Freyr killed his first target receiving the first bit of praise from his parents in years. However, after this, training sessions only intensified. His parents feared their son would become complacent and began to push him to his limits.
As a teenager, Freyr developed a deep hatred for his parents. His fantasized of turning their own teachings against them. In his late teens, he played on these fantasies while under the effects of evaporated Seraphim blood which he almost instantly became addicted to. Freyr built a persona around other people, presenting himself as a charming and witty young man. He became used to the city life in Nero, often times participating in parties alongside nobles. During his late teens, he engaged in debauchery and promiscuity. He preferred men over women and became known for having several partners at a time. This same persona was displayed to his targets, who would slowly fall for the charming Freyr before meeting their end. As his parents grew older, Freyr became more distant. He often disregarded them completely wishing to make a reputation of his own. However, they attempted to meddle in his affairs until their last breath.
As an adult, Freyr continued to work for the Dolofon, acquiring a place as a specialized assassin. When he isn't working, he indulges in the city life attending parties and sleeping with those who fall for his fetching demeanor.
Training was harsh for Freyr. Embarrassed by his appearance and demeanor they aimed to change it by any means necessary. Sessions would often end in failure for the young Freyr who wasn't strong enough to carry a sword or even understood what he was being taught. At only 7 years old, he was bombarded with complex lessons and punished when he ultimately failed. Punishments ranged from beatings to being denied food. Eventually, Freyr began to learn out of fear of his own parents. He proved to be a talented illusionist and fighter, adopting the dagger as his weapon of choice. At age 10, Freyr killed his first target receiving the first bit of praise from his parents in years. However, after this, training sessions only intensified. His parents feared their son would become complacent and began to push him to his limits.
As a teenager, Freyr developed a deep hatred for his parents. His fantasized of turning their own teachings against them. In his late teens, he played on these fantasies while under the effects of evaporated Seraphim blood which he almost instantly became addicted to. Freyr built a persona around other people, presenting himself as a charming and witty young man. He became used to the city life in Nero, often times participating in parties alongside nobles. During his late teens, he engaged in debauchery and promiscuity. He preferred men over women and became known for having several partners at a time. This same persona was displayed to his targets, who would slowly fall for the charming Freyr before meeting their end. As his parents grew older, Freyr became more distant. He often disregarded them completely wishing to make a reputation of his own. However, they attempted to meddle in his affairs until their last breath.
As an adult, Freyr continued to work for the Dolofon, acquiring a place as a specialized assassin. When he isn't working, he indulges in the city life attending parties and sleeping with those who fall for his fetching demeanor.
Jollan "let's devide by zero!" / (queue apocalypse)
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Name: Ni'ra Ta'alhina
Age: 20
Bloodline: Basiliskin
Group: none
Appearance:
-height:5'5"
-weight: 115 lbs
personality:
Adventurous and inquisitive, she loves to explore and poke around, sometimes where she may not even belong, curiosity mostly getting the best of her. She craves knowledge and actively seeks out answers to the thoughts that pop up in her head. She is almost always honest, brutally honest even as she doesn't seem to have a filter as she seems to often voice her thoughts directly. This often is never intended to offend, its just her vocalizing her observations. She follows whatever seems to tickle her fancy, which can be problematic when she finds a town because she starts to explore many things, peacefully invading the privacy of others a little too frequently. She doesn't seem to understand why this irritates or scares people. She is surprisingly studious considering her drive to adventure and can frequently found practicing her reading, writing, and sometimes speech if she can find a person to help her, though will only study what interests her and does't do well in a lecture type setting. She wished there were more basiliskin around as there seem to be very few, and the few that she knows don't seem to share her drive for adventure.
Abilities:
-flexible- contortionist level flexibility, high muscle control
-thermal sight - vision has a higher range of sight that can see three dimensional infrared
-venomous fangs - causes drowsiness and blurry vision, and then death within a minute. Can destroy horcruxes.
-forked tongue- used to sense the environment through chemicals and pheromones in the air. Can help to track prey. Unlike regular snakes, she can taste with her tongue.
-sleek scales- tougher than skin, yet unlike dragon scales they are soft, smooth, and sleek. The tight fitting scales keep her from getting dirty and can make her rather slippery.
-unhinged jaw- her jaw is unattached and can stretch to three times its size like she can in her basilisk form. She is not a fan of people knowing this or displaying this feature for
'particular' reasons. plus its just unsightly.
-regeneration - can regenerate from injuries over time
-curse breath - can petrify an enemy into stone temporarily
Equipment: (as pictured above)
-shortsword that can be laced with venom
-caligraphy set
-a couple pairs of compact clothes easily stored in as little as a pouch or two
- various leather protectors
- sturdy grappling hook with rope (not shown)
Background:
Ni'ra was born from a clutch of eggs in the forests close to the border between Vrondi and Nero. As she grew up, she learned the art of the hunt, mostly choosing to do so because it let her explore, and seemed to suit her abilities well. Unfortunately for Ni'ra, she was born as a rare descendant among the basilisk, instantly throwing her to the bottom of their social structure. She was seen as expendable for the natural basilisks and would often not be treated as well as the other, however, Ni'ra tried her best not to let this bring her down, trying her best not to let their snide remarks or their acts of superiority get to her. She was not concerned with them. In fact, she enjoyed being away from the others as it let her explore more. Not that she didn't like being around people, but she was tired of being confined to the same territories her whole life. When she got the chance to take a letter to Nero, she decided it was a perfect opportunity. The guards at the gate never let her through no matter how nicely she asked, so this time, they would have to let her through, right? Little did she know, she was only being sent to play the part of an elaborate and deadly prank.
Experience:
Leanred some hunting methods from other basilisk, as well as by watching other basiliskin. She found the venom shortsword, grappling hook, and calligraphy equipment on a corpse of some poor lost descendant that she figured just wondered into their territory and wasn't careful. The writings and some simple paintings with the brush in the man's notes intrigued Ni'ra, inspiring her to try her hand at it as well, and finding a love for the art. So far, she has only had whatever spare parchment she could find and ink he had on him, she wonders where she will find more. She isn't very practiced with the blade, however, she knows one side is sharp, and one end is pointy, and that there are a number of odd holes at some points in the blade an its spine. Her tongue flicked at it and she sensed some odd chemicals on it, which upon rummaging through the man's gear some more she found a matching bottle. It's chemical signature sent off warning bells in her head. Next time she hunted, she tried t experiment with it, but it seemed to ruin the meat as well, causing a bit of irritation from her hunting partners. Instead, she cleaned it, and tried her own venom on it, which seemed to work the next hunt with great success at petrifying prey without having to directly bite it. All she had to do was douse it with her own venom and then chop or poke her prey with it. It was an amazing tool! As for the grapple hook, it took her a while to think about what it was used for, till she wore it one day and it was getting caught on everything. This led her to try to start hooking objects with it, and then trying to throw it at things to hook and draw them in, to trying to use it to reach things she normally couldn't. This now leads her to get into a lot more places where she probably shouldn't be.
Motivation: Pure unadulterated curiosity
Age: 20
Bloodline: Basiliskin
Group: none
Appearance:
-height:5'5"
-weight: 115 lbs
personality:
Adventurous and inquisitive, she loves to explore and poke around, sometimes where she may not even belong, curiosity mostly getting the best of her. She craves knowledge and actively seeks out answers to the thoughts that pop up in her head. She is almost always honest, brutally honest even as she doesn't seem to have a filter as she seems to often voice her thoughts directly. This often is never intended to offend, its just her vocalizing her observations. She follows whatever seems to tickle her fancy, which can be problematic when she finds a town because she starts to explore many things, peacefully invading the privacy of others a little too frequently. She doesn't seem to understand why this irritates or scares people. She is surprisingly studious considering her drive to adventure and can frequently found practicing her reading, writing, and sometimes speech if she can find a person to help her, though will only study what interests her and does't do well in a lecture type setting. She wished there were more basiliskin around as there seem to be very few, and the few that she knows don't seem to share her drive for adventure.
Abilities:
-flexible- contortionist level flexibility, high muscle control
-thermal sight - vision has a higher range of sight that can see three dimensional infrared
-venomous fangs - causes drowsiness and blurry vision, and then death within a minute. Can destroy horcruxes.
-forked tongue- used to sense the environment through chemicals and pheromones in the air. Can help to track prey. Unlike regular snakes, she can taste with her tongue.
-sleek scales- tougher than skin, yet unlike dragon scales they are soft, smooth, and sleek. The tight fitting scales keep her from getting dirty and can make her rather slippery.
-unhinged jaw- her jaw is unattached and can stretch to three times its size like she can in her basilisk form. She is not a fan of people knowing this or displaying this feature for
'particular' reasons. plus its just unsightly.
-regeneration - can regenerate from injuries over time
-curse breath - can petrify an enemy into stone temporarily
Equipment: (as pictured above)
-shortsword that can be laced with venom
-caligraphy set
-a couple pairs of compact clothes easily stored in as little as a pouch or two
- various leather protectors
- sturdy grappling hook with rope (not shown)
Background:
Ni'ra was born from a clutch of eggs in the forests close to the border between Vrondi and Nero. As she grew up, she learned the art of the hunt, mostly choosing to do so because it let her explore, and seemed to suit her abilities well. Unfortunately for Ni'ra, she was born as a rare descendant among the basilisk, instantly throwing her to the bottom of their social structure. She was seen as expendable for the natural basilisks and would often not be treated as well as the other, however, Ni'ra tried her best not to let this bring her down, trying her best not to let their snide remarks or their acts of superiority get to her. She was not concerned with them. In fact, she enjoyed being away from the others as it let her explore more. Not that she didn't like being around people, but she was tired of being confined to the same territories her whole life. When she got the chance to take a letter to Nero, she decided it was a perfect opportunity. The guards at the gate never let her through no matter how nicely she asked, so this time, they would have to let her through, right? Little did she know, she was only being sent to play the part of an elaborate and deadly prank.
Experience:
Leanred some hunting methods from other basilisk, as well as by watching other basiliskin. She found the venom shortsword, grappling hook, and calligraphy equipment on a corpse of some poor lost descendant that she figured just wondered into their territory and wasn't careful. The writings and some simple paintings with the brush in the man's notes intrigued Ni'ra, inspiring her to try her hand at it as well, and finding a love for the art. So far, she has only had whatever spare parchment she could find and ink he had on him, she wonders where she will find more. She isn't very practiced with the blade, however, she knows one side is sharp, and one end is pointy, and that there are a number of odd holes at some points in the blade an its spine. Her tongue flicked at it and she sensed some odd chemicals on it, which upon rummaging through the man's gear some more she found a matching bottle. It's chemical signature sent off warning bells in her head. Next time she hunted, she tried t experiment with it, but it seemed to ruin the meat as well, causing a bit of irritation from her hunting partners. Instead, she cleaned it, and tried her own venom on it, which seemed to work the next hunt with great success at petrifying prey without having to directly bite it. All she had to do was douse it with her own venom and then chop or poke her prey with it. It was an amazing tool! As for the grapple hook, it took her a while to think about what it was used for, till she wore it one day and it was getting caught on everything. This led her to try to start hooking objects with it, and then trying to throw it at things to hook and draw them in, to trying to use it to reach things she normally couldn't. This now leads her to get into a lot more places where she probably shouldn't be.
Motivation: Pure unadulterated curiosity
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Name: Ni'ra Ta'alhinaEasy enough name to say. >_>
Bloodline: BasiliskTechnically she's a Dragonkin or in this case a Basiliskin.
Group: noneAbout right.
Appearance:This is a good image. But a bit of info like her height and weight would be really useful.
Personality:While I do understand why she's not traditionally educated she would receive knowledge from the Basilisks that's invaluable in many ways. They have lived hundreds of years and she would be surrounded by their kind. She would receive the same education as other upcoming Basilisks. The part about her wondering why other descendants like her don't exist is cute but not likely. She would be taught to hate descendants and see herself as a wild Basilisk. The fact that she's different would be used to make her feel even more of a desire to be accepted as a Basilisk. It is possible she doesn't question it much though and is still overly curious.
Abilities:If we are going strictly off of what was naturally given to her. Being able to control others through a bite is not something a Basilisk can do naturally. Most of the time it is simple petrification. Undoing the petrification isn't natural either, it would need a cure. Likely using the venom yes, but a concocted potion none the less. Her temporary petrification breathe will be permanent if the victims entire body is covered in the stone. Same goes for her poison bite. She won't be able to turn into a full Basilisk, not without a spell. Also Basilisks usually don't have descendant forms themselves.
Equipment:Let me guess. She stole these? Or got them from dead wanderers entering too close to the Basilisk home. Also how does she know how to use them? It should tell me this in her experiences.
Background:It lacks the same information as the "Experience" I requested in making a CS. While it does say briefly her history it doesn't tell me how old she is and what she specifically knows or has done that will be relevant to her current knowledge. She learned how to hunt but from Basilisks she wouldn't be hunting the same way. Likely she would be told to mostly fend for herself at a certain age, then she will have to use what tactics she learned from Basilisks and make it work for her. Expand on this.
For now it's not acceptable. Follow the format I setup on the front page and address the points I made. It's coming though.
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Asthylia Elu-Arasté
[ ♦ ] Bio
♦ Name: Asthylia Elu-Arasté.
♦ Age: 27.
♦ Bloodline: Seraph(40%)|Oro(30%)|Nayu(25%)|Sol(5%).
♦ Birthplace: Nero.
♦ Height: 5'3.
♦ Weight: 157 lbs.
♦ Physique: Her features made her challenging to identify such that even were her skin bare, one might never ascertain the essential nature of her ancestry. One might say the blood of Sol was strong in her. After all, her pale flesh possessed a subtle glow, yet it bore a litany of dark ochre markings beset upon by scales. Each mark evoked the harsh lines of some wild beast, all jagged teeth and sinuous movements across her flesh. In the depth of her many-faceted eyes, one might see the influences of the Seraphim, Nayu, or even Lassa, yet none so strong as to distinguish themselves outright. Thus one could only describe her gaze as flawed gold--marred by black-earth brown and all awash with intricately tangled blue-green hues, all aglow with achromatic light. Yet these were not least among her attributes, for her visage was one most fair: angular features curved and smoothed by the gentle hand of femininity. With almond eyes, full lips, and curving, slender brows, which made her most expressive; there was marvel equal to the mystery of her physical persuasion. Bringing this to a close was the fading violet ash of her hair, draped about her countenance, down against her neck, ending before the gentle decline of her narrow shoulders.
Draped about her lithe form rest the exemplar of her freedom: twin wings wrought by the unique artifice of her ancestry. These sky-sworn limbs bear a distinctive likeness--as if avian and draconic features were brought to unity in their making. Where feathers would dominate, scales interlink instead--each writ long and wide--the whole more robust in structure. At her sides, rest hands and forearms marred with an array of vicious scars, oft-hidden by gloves twofold. To protect and complement her visage she wears an ensemble of equal parts fashion and function.
♦ History:
Asthylia was born to an exceedingly poor family of Nomads subsisting off of minor trade and manual labor at the very edge of Nero. While she remembers very little from her years there among those of her blood, what is very clear to her is that they were in hiding and always on the run. Amidst the memories of secretive quests in the dark of night and long stints of hiding and homelessness are those few glimpses of happiness and love shared between Asthylia and her parents. It was a confusing time, and it was made more so when, after finally managing to cross the border, her parents gave her over into the arms of strangers, abandoning her in the process.
In the ensuing years, she was surrounded by things most unfamiliar Asthylia’s only comfort was the familiarity of travel and of her memories. As the months passed her by, she slowly grew used to the presence of those who had taken her from her family, and though a quiet resentment followed her, she came to trust and care for these new people. Eventually, she would come to call them family and thus take on the pride and burden of the Arasté name becoming Asthylia Elu-Arasté. Striving to please her new family, Asthylia did her utmost in all her studies and made sure she trained extra whenever she could. She took up whatever subject she thought she might be good at, and with such dedication, time, and talent, she managed to pick up and keep a lot of those skills. Yet, as time went on it grew tiring to try and keep up the pace, not to mention that she became more independent, rebelling against some of her elders. Soon it came time for her to leave the nest, with her guardians and tutors believing that keeping her any longer would only stifle her progress.
They were right. Let out into the world, she flourished, exploring at her leisure, getting into trouble here and there, and eventually finding things to do. Eventually, though she grew tired of idle amusements and found that she did wish to repay the kindness of her family, so she set out to find a way to benefit them. At first, she tried subterfuge, then intrigue, and though she had some success, she found the latter unfulfilling and the former downright boring. She moved on to other pursuits, trying her hand at various crafts and coming up with nothing. This went on for some time until she happened upon a job, something about retrieving a valuable item from a dangerous place. It caught her eye and she took it almost without a thought. Gearing up, she set out on what she felt was her next adventure.
What she found delighted and surprised her, it was a challenge. Finding the item was easy, mind you, but fighting and killing the monster that made the place its home was something else entirely. She reveled in every moment of it and eventually returned victorious. With a deep feeling of satisfaction, she realized that this was it, this was her calling. So it was that she started going on expeditions, some to brave dangerous environments for resources, and others to clear the way of vicious monsters in pursuit of rare resources or priceless artifacts. A few years passed this way, with her bringing both wealth and prestige back to the family, but nothing good lasts forever.
So it was that at the age of 23 she was considering a hunting expedition to capture a truly terrible beast, known as the Withering Beast. Something of an adrenaline junky at this point, she took the job, despite the many warnings of friends and colleagues both. Gear equipped, she headed out, assured of her success. Once she had located the creature and set traps, she lured it her way, expertly avoiding its deadly assortment of natural--and magical--weapons. Yet, as she prepared the final blow, something unexpected happened, something totally outside her realm of experience.
None of her traps worked and, furthermore, anything she leveled the beast’s way fell short of doing it real harm. She became desperate, and those who had accompanied her realized that things were well out of hand, and fled. Betrayed and at a loss, she hesitated a moment too long and the beast struck her down. She regained consciousness in tremendous and constant pain as her companions returned and, horrified, guiltily helped her back to civilization.
Upon her arrival, the Araste were contacted, as well as doctors and healers, but when all was said and done little could be done for her most grievous injuries. Of these, the worst was the damage done to her hands and arms when she’d tried to fend off the beast’s assault. The damage was so uniquely severe that nothing beyond surface healing could be done. The physickers told her that she would never be quite the same, and despite all her efforts from that day forward...they were right. She tried everything from therapy to rare and dubious medicines, but nothing could restore to her what she’d lost. Furthermore, the damage to her arms meant she couldn’t even do her job properly, denying her release...all because of her recklessness...all because of her failure.
In the ensuing months and years, she grew increasingly withdrawn and agitated until she was confronted by an elder of the Araste, telling her that she must move forward or risk the ire of others less forgiving than those who understood her plight. Swallowing her anger and pride, she did what she should have done with those who had warned her, she listened. Attacking her weakness with all the pent up aggression and personal dissatisfaction, Asthylia sought to find a way to reclaim control of her life and after two years with little success, she made a breakthrough. Having dove deep into the arcane arts with the help of her family’s connections in the Magoi Guild, and assisted by her unique insight into magic, she found a way to enable her to once more pursue her passions. So it was that with diligence and cooperation that she set her life back on track.
Yet, despite this success, the thrill and the pure joy of her profession had been sullied by the trauma of her close-brush with death. Gone was much of her arrogance and naivety, but so too was the boundless happiness, the enticing exhilaration of the hunt. For her, while there were both solace and a measure of fulfillment in her work, she could not banish the shadow of doubt that her tremendous failure had set upon her. Now, the hunt was a cerebral task, incredibly engaging for all her faculties, but no longer fun in the way it had been. Of course, her daily doings were affected just as much by her disability as many things were harder for her now, and to use her magic she had to remove the only thing that stood between her and agonizing pain: her gloves.
To this day she secretly hopes and searches for a way to cure her malady, thinking that with its departure, so too will the shame and doubt in her heart be banished.
In the ensuing years, she was surrounded by things most unfamiliar Asthylia’s only comfort was the familiarity of travel and of her memories. As the months passed her by, she slowly grew used to the presence of those who had taken her from her family, and though a quiet resentment followed her, she came to trust and care for these new people. Eventually, she would come to call them family and thus take on the pride and burden of the Arasté name becoming Asthylia Elu-Arasté. Striving to please her new family, Asthylia did her utmost in all her studies and made sure she trained extra whenever she could. She took up whatever subject she thought she might be good at, and with such dedication, time, and talent, she managed to pick up and keep a lot of those skills. Yet, as time went on it grew tiring to try and keep up the pace, not to mention that she became more independent, rebelling against some of her elders. Soon it came time for her to leave the nest, with her guardians and tutors believing that keeping her any longer would only stifle her progress.
They were right. Let out into the world, she flourished, exploring at her leisure, getting into trouble here and there, and eventually finding things to do. Eventually, though she grew tired of idle amusements and found that she did wish to repay the kindness of her family, so she set out to find a way to benefit them. At first, she tried subterfuge, then intrigue, and though she had some success, she found the latter unfulfilling and the former downright boring. She moved on to other pursuits, trying her hand at various crafts and coming up with nothing. This went on for some time until she happened upon a job, something about retrieving a valuable item from a dangerous place. It caught her eye and she took it almost without a thought. Gearing up, she set out on what she felt was her next adventure.
What she found delighted and surprised her, it was a challenge. Finding the item was easy, mind you, but fighting and killing the monster that made the place its home was something else entirely. She reveled in every moment of it and eventually returned victorious. With a deep feeling of satisfaction, she realized that this was it, this was her calling. So it was that she started going on expeditions, some to brave dangerous environments for resources, and others to clear the way of vicious monsters in pursuit of rare resources or priceless artifacts. A few years passed this way, with her bringing both wealth and prestige back to the family, but nothing good lasts forever.
So it was that at the age of 23 she was considering a hunting expedition to capture a truly terrible beast, known as the Withering Beast. Something of an adrenaline junky at this point, she took the job, despite the many warnings of friends and colleagues both. Gear equipped, she headed out, assured of her success. Once she had located the creature and set traps, she lured it her way, expertly avoiding its deadly assortment of natural--and magical--weapons. Yet, as she prepared the final blow, something unexpected happened, something totally outside her realm of experience.
None of her traps worked and, furthermore, anything she leveled the beast’s way fell short of doing it real harm. She became desperate, and those who had accompanied her realized that things were well out of hand, and fled. Betrayed and at a loss, she hesitated a moment too long and the beast struck her down. She regained consciousness in tremendous and constant pain as her companions returned and, horrified, guiltily helped her back to civilization.
Upon her arrival, the Araste were contacted, as well as doctors and healers, but when all was said and done little could be done for her most grievous injuries. Of these, the worst was the damage done to her hands and arms when she’d tried to fend off the beast’s assault. The damage was so uniquely severe that nothing beyond surface healing could be done. The physickers told her that she would never be quite the same, and despite all her efforts from that day forward...they were right. She tried everything from therapy to rare and dubious medicines, but nothing could restore to her what she’d lost. Furthermore, the damage to her arms meant she couldn’t even do her job properly, denying her release...all because of her recklessness...all because of her failure.
In the ensuing months and years, she grew increasingly withdrawn and agitated until she was confronted by an elder of the Araste, telling her that she must move forward or risk the ire of others less forgiving than those who understood her plight. Swallowing her anger and pride, she did what she should have done with those who had warned her, she listened. Attacking her weakness with all the pent up aggression and personal dissatisfaction, Asthylia sought to find a way to reclaim control of her life and after two years with little success, she made a breakthrough. Having dove deep into the arcane arts with the help of her family’s connections in the Magoi Guild, and assisted by her unique insight into magic, she found a way to enable her to once more pursue her passions. So it was that with diligence and cooperation that she set her life back on track.
Yet, despite this success, the thrill and the pure joy of her profession had been sullied by the trauma of her close-brush with death. Gone was much of her arrogance and naivety, but so too was the boundless happiness, the enticing exhilaration of the hunt. For her, while there were both solace and a measure of fulfillment in her work, she could not banish the shadow of doubt that her tremendous failure had set upon her. Now, the hunt was a cerebral task, incredibly engaging for all her faculties, but no longer fun in the way it had been. Of course, her daily doings were affected just as much by her disability as many things were harder for her now, and to use her magic she had to remove the only thing that stood between her and agonizing pain: her gloves.
To this day she secretly hopes and searches for a way to cure her malady, thinking that with its departure, so too will the shame and doubt in her heart be banished.
[ ♦ ] Personality
♦ Motivation: She seeks the joy and deep contentment she lost to the trauma of her horrific encounter with the Withering Beast. Similarly, she hopes beyond hope that she might find someone to ease the pain she endures daily, and perhaps...that a cure might be possible.
♦ Persona: Asthylia is, outwardly, a confident woman, assured of her place in the world and of her own inherent value. Nonetheless, beneath the surface she is not quite as sure as she might have you believe and though she may be a consummate actress, she is still human--at least as much as any Descendant can be. Specifically the trauma of her childhood separation from her parents has shaped her, cursing her with a deep-set, subconscious, fear of true closeness and emotional intimacy. Though her stride is seldom aimless, the failures of the past few years have bred in her psyche an insidious sense of inadequacy, of weakness. The two together have isolated her from the companionship that might lead her off her current path. All this coupled with constant pain--though muddled--serving as a reminder of her own failings serves to put her in a decidedly negative frame of mind. Where before her actions were measured when not under the thrall of passion, now they are more mechanical as if--even after four years of clawing her way out of depression--she is still barely holding her head above the water. This undercurrent of quiet misery is cut by her efforts to appear normal, to function in her everyday life, and press on in hopes of something better on the morrow. Perhaps, buried beneath the turmoil of her wounded heart there still remains a woman whose inner flame burns with an unkindled conviction, waiting to be stoked.
♦ Persona: Asthylia is, outwardly, a confident woman, assured of her place in the world and of her own inherent value. Nonetheless, beneath the surface she is not quite as sure as she might have you believe and though she may be a consummate actress, she is still human--at least as much as any Descendant can be. Specifically the trauma of her childhood separation from her parents has shaped her, cursing her with a deep-set, subconscious, fear of true closeness and emotional intimacy. Though her stride is seldom aimless, the failures of the past few years have bred in her psyche an insidious sense of inadequacy, of weakness. The two together have isolated her from the companionship that might lead her off her current path. All this coupled with constant pain--though muddled--serving as a reminder of her own failings serves to put her in a decidedly negative frame of mind. Where before her actions were measured when not under the thrall of passion, now they are more mechanical as if--even after four years of clawing her way out of depression--she is still barely holding her head above the water. This undercurrent of quiet misery is cut by her efforts to appear normal, to function in her everyday life, and press on in hopes of something better on the morrow. Perhaps, buried beneath the turmoil of her wounded heart there still remains a woman whose inner flame burns with an unkindled conviction, waiting to be stoked.
[ ♦ ] Capabilities
♦ Affinities: Divine|Wind|Earth|Darkness|Light.
♦ Experience: Asthylia has received, and requested, training in any number of areas as a result of her adoption into the Araste Family. Among these things, she has learned how to maneuver in the high courts, the various laws in the kingdoms, hand-to-hand combat, persuasion, seduction, manipulation, spycraft, weapons proficiency, the academics, and the arcane. Of these, she has mostly utilized her social skills--and impeccable acting--in addition to her more combat-oriented gifts. It would be very apt to call her a Jack of All Trades, Master of None. Of her various talents and skills, Asthylia is most adept in the Art of Presence, a discipline whose application is many-fold. Essentially, Presence is a primarily combat discipline that enables someone to train both conscious and subconscious aspects of the mind to work in tandem. Those with sufficient skill are capable of detecting, and reacting to, stimuli faster than the conscious mind on its own would allow. Beyond this ability, Asthylia’s understanding of magecraft is significant, and while her skill with individual elements and aspects is only slightly greater than proficient, she has a mechanical understanding that few possess. Of course, despite all her talents and training, there are a few things that she fails in. Most notably is her lacking ability to maintain connections with people due to past trauma. While Asthylia can handle herself against everyday physical threats, she only truly shines when facing off against fauna, both large and small, magical or mundane. Due to her having chosen a profession as a monster hunter and acquirer of rare materials, she has extensive knowledge when it comes to a wide variety of monsters, plants, and though her disability no longer allows it, she has all the necessary knowledge to make and operate traps effectively.
Note: It is worth noting that though she has learned many things, she is not even close to a master in all but a select few. Thus, everything not stated as relevant can be considered proficient with the sole exception of her skills in monster hunting and item acquisition.
♦ Characteristics: Due to her mixed bloodlines, Asthylia is a woman of diverse talents. As the most substantial aspect of her ancestry, her Seraph bloodline affords her the most physical traits, making her light, agile, very coordinated, dexterous, and preternaturally sharp. Beyond these traits, her Seraph blood allows her to perceive souls--and to a lesser degree--energies of a more arcane sort. The former perceptual ability is something she must focus to see, while the latter is always present though less distinct, forcing her to focus if she desires any depth of detail from it. Last among her Seraph traits are her wings, which, unlike those of most, are actually a result of her second strongest bloodline intermingling with the first. This interaction between Oro and Seraph blood gives her wings somewhere between that of a bird and those of a more draconic variety, resulting in scale-like feathering and durability in the wings that many might kill to acquire. The make-up of her wings is a significant boon, as the scales can regrow very swiftly, though this does mean she has to groom them daily.
Her Oro ancestry also makes her flesh--though not everywhere--somewhat thicker and more durable, as well as reinforcing her physiology to make her stronger than average, though not as much so as someone with much stronger blood. Last, among her Oro traits, Asthylia has gained a unique variety of wind manipulation, that requires activation and movement, to properly utilize. Essentially, this affinity for wind allows her to gather it about her form, as well as release and guide it in her vicinity, with the quantity of wind and the strength of her manipulations growing greater as she continues to use the ability. A distinct downside to this though, is that the ability taxes her both physically and magically, making it unwise for her to keep up for very long in spite of how strong it can get if she does.
While there is significant strength to both her Seraph and Oro ancestry, her latter two bloodlines are drastically weaker, with the first--Nayu--only giving her dark vision, hearing twice as acute as standard, in addition to a strange affinity for darkness. This affinity allows her to blend into places of reduced light. The less light there is, the more like a shifting, indistinct silhouette she becomes until she is challenging to follow or detect with conventional means. While this trait does not require her to activate it consciously, it does require a degree of focus for it to become stronger, in a similar vein to her wind manipulation. Finally, Sol, her last bloodline, lets her eyes adjust to light more swiftly, with that being where the benefits end.
♦ Experience: Asthylia has received, and requested, training in any number of areas as a result of her adoption into the Araste Family. Among these things, she has learned how to maneuver in the high courts, the various laws in the kingdoms, hand-to-hand combat, persuasion, seduction, manipulation, spycraft, weapons proficiency, the academics, and the arcane. Of these, she has mostly utilized her social skills--and impeccable acting--in addition to her more combat-oriented gifts. It would be very apt to call her a Jack of All Trades, Master of None. Of her various talents and skills, Asthylia is most adept in the Art of Presence, a discipline whose application is many-fold. Essentially, Presence is a primarily combat discipline that enables someone to train both conscious and subconscious aspects of the mind to work in tandem. Those with sufficient skill are capable of detecting, and reacting to, stimuli faster than the conscious mind on its own would allow. Beyond this ability, Asthylia’s understanding of magecraft is significant, and while her skill with individual elements and aspects is only slightly greater than proficient, she has a mechanical understanding that few possess. Of course, despite all her talents and training, there are a few things that she fails in. Most notably is her lacking ability to maintain connections with people due to past trauma. While Asthylia can handle herself against everyday physical threats, she only truly shines when facing off against fauna, both large and small, magical or mundane. Due to her having chosen a profession as a monster hunter and acquirer of rare materials, she has extensive knowledge when it comes to a wide variety of monsters, plants, and though her disability no longer allows it, she has all the necessary knowledge to make and operate traps effectively.
Note: It is worth noting that though she has learned many things, she is not even close to a master in all but a select few. Thus, everything not stated as relevant can be considered proficient with the sole exception of her skills in monster hunting and item acquisition.
♦ Characteristics: Due to her mixed bloodlines, Asthylia is a woman of diverse talents. As the most substantial aspect of her ancestry, her Seraph bloodline affords her the most physical traits, making her light, agile, very coordinated, dexterous, and preternaturally sharp. Beyond these traits, her Seraph blood allows her to perceive souls--and to a lesser degree--energies of a more arcane sort. The former perceptual ability is something she must focus to see, while the latter is always present though less distinct, forcing her to focus if she desires any depth of detail from it. Last among her Seraph traits are her wings, which, unlike those of most, are actually a result of her second strongest bloodline intermingling with the first. This interaction between Oro and Seraph blood gives her wings somewhere between that of a bird and those of a more draconic variety, resulting in scale-like feathering and durability in the wings that many might kill to acquire. The make-up of her wings is a significant boon, as the scales can regrow very swiftly, though this does mean she has to groom them daily.
Her Oro ancestry also makes her flesh--though not everywhere--somewhat thicker and more durable, as well as reinforcing her physiology to make her stronger than average, though not as much so as someone with much stronger blood. Last, among her Oro traits, Asthylia has gained a unique variety of wind manipulation, that requires activation and movement, to properly utilize. Essentially, this affinity for wind allows her to gather it about her form, as well as release and guide it in her vicinity, with the quantity of wind and the strength of her manipulations growing greater as she continues to use the ability. A distinct downside to this though, is that the ability taxes her both physically and magically, making it unwise for her to keep up for very long in spite of how strong it can get if she does.
While there is significant strength to both her Seraph and Oro ancestry, her latter two bloodlines are drastically weaker, with the first--Nayu--only giving her dark vision, hearing twice as acute as standard, in addition to a strange affinity for darkness. This affinity allows her to blend into places of reduced light. The less light there is, the more like a shifting, indistinct silhouette she becomes until she is challenging to follow or detect with conventional means. While this trait does not require her to activate it consciously, it does require a degree of focus for it to become stronger, in a similar vein to her wind manipulation. Finally, Sol, her last bloodline, lets her eyes adjust to light more swiftly, with that being where the benefits end.
♦ Skills
Presence
-4 Soul | -1 Soul per 2 minutes.
Deviation
-2 Soul -5 Stamina per 2 mins
-4 Soul | -1 Soul per 2 minutes.
The Art of Prescience is a primarily martial discipline in which practitioners are trained to consciously enter and maintain a sort of Flow State. This unique mental framework uses a small measure of Soul to initiate after which it can be held for long periods of time. Once a practitioner has sunken into this state of mind, their conscious mind cedes a measure of control to the subconscious, allowing the individual to pick up on all the information that the brain typically filters out. Combined with the extensive training regimen, a master of Presence can use their sharpened awareness to improve their overall performance. Their training, in short, teaches them how to use their environment itself as a weapon and how to wield any number of weapons just well enough that they could pick it up to use if they lacked their own.
The true secret of this Art, however, is that its users have trained themselves to recognize and track the movements of Soul. This ability requires that one be able to at least sense the energy on a significant level, and preferably that one can perceive it as clearly as possible. While the perception of Soul is fairly passive--though frequently requiring focus--the form used by Practitioners are Presence is not, forcing the individual to learn how to sink almost all of their awareness into this sense. To do this, a Practitioner must exert a small measure of their own out into the world and control it just enough that they can have it spread thinly and bond to things. The longer it is in use, the more heightened a practitioner’s perception and predictive ability become. Of course, this comes with its own pitfalls, namely that the exerted essence can be disturbed or their senses warped by the use of magic. This is a double-edged sword though, as while on one hand magic will disperse their senses--and thus ability to effectively react with their extra sense--it will also almost immediately notify them of its presence. It is worth noting that it takes either particularly potent magic--or very densely packed soul to disperse their dispersed soul.
The masters of this art can bind most--or all--of their exerted Soul to themselves, allowing it to move with them. However, someone like Asthylia is only able to bind about 3 meters of exerted Soul to her person, giving her an edge, but leaving her quite open to ranged assaults. As a direct result of this, Asthylia is most effective at mid-close range.
The true secret of this Art, however, is that its users have trained themselves to recognize and track the movements of Soul. This ability requires that one be able to at least sense the energy on a significant level, and preferably that one can perceive it as clearly as possible. While the perception of Soul is fairly passive--though frequently requiring focus--the form used by Practitioners are Presence is not, forcing the individual to learn how to sink almost all of their awareness into this sense. To do this, a Practitioner must exert a small measure of their own out into the world and control it just enough that they can have it spread thinly and bond to things. The longer it is in use, the more heightened a practitioner’s perception and predictive ability become. Of course, this comes with its own pitfalls, namely that the exerted essence can be disturbed or their senses warped by the use of magic. This is a double-edged sword though, as while on one hand magic will disperse their senses--and thus ability to effectively react with their extra sense--it will also almost immediately notify them of its presence. It is worth noting that it takes either particularly potent magic--or very densely packed soul to disperse their dispersed soul.
The masters of this art can bind most--or all--of their exerted Soul to themselves, allowing it to move with them. However, someone like Asthylia is only able to bind about 3 meters of exerted Soul to her person, giving her an edge, but leaving her quite open to ranged assaults. As a direct result of this, Asthylia is most effective at mid-close range.
Deviation
-2 Soul -5 Stamina per 2 mins
Asthylia, while already naturally swift, is capable of leveraging all of her abilities at once to surpass her normal movements. To do this she will activate her passive wind magics, eliminating air resistance and causing the wind to assist her movements. This constant wind also allows her to better utilize her wings, giving her more maneuverability and control overall. This can be maintained over a longer period of time without much effort, but if she drastically alters her trajectory or increases her speed explosively using her wind magics, she will expend 3-6 soul depending on intensity.
♦ Spellcraft: Generally speaking, Asthylia’s spellcraft focuses on using her strongest elemental affinity--Divine--to create spell matrices she calls Formulae. These spells are useful on their own but can be modified by adding additional soul of another aspect.
Astral Forge
Variable Soul Cost
Divine
Fortify
5-12 soul
Divine
TripleBlind
3-8
Darkness|Light|Divine
Variable Soul Cost
Divine
Using divine-aspect soul, Asthylia can conjure a variety of spell matrices, which can take on solid form at will. This ability supplies her with weaponry and--to a more limited degree--tools crafted purely from soul but does have other uses. In order to conjure anything, Asthylia must have either a clear image and understanding of it or have time to work out the kinks. All constructs are static in shape once fully conjured and will never exceed the total size of her own body. Base durability of the constructs is roughly that of iron. Elements can be added in order to enhance constructs in various ways, but doing so will always be a trade-off.
- Earth increases construct durability to that of steel, but increases apparent weight making them difficult to wield or manipulate.
- Wind decreases construct weight and durability but generates shell of wind. The wind shell’s function depends on the object.
- Darkness makes constructs opaque and allows them to briefly become partially or wholly intangible.
- Light makes constructs almost invisible but decreases durability to roughly that of bronze.
Fortify
5-12 soul
Divine
Initiated faster than most spells Fortify requires that her blood be drawn prior to activation. Once the aforementioned has occurred, energy pours from the wound, sealing minor injuries and spreading a magical facsimile of her own scales over and throughout targets of her choice. Typically this is used on her flesh and clothing, but it can be applied to other items to improve durability drastically. Fortify cannot be used on items bigger than her person--more specifically, things of greater mass than herself and if attempted the spell will only properly reinforce some of the target. Furthermore, she must have contact to initiate the effect and continued focus is required if it is utilized on something other than herself. With additional energy and focus, Asthylia can reorganize the energy of the spell, increasing the durability in some areas at the cost of others. It should be noted that the durability afforded by Fortify is wholesale, affecting the entire target, rather than merely creating a protective shell.
Adding an additional element will alter the properties of the spell.
Adding an additional element will alter the properties of the spell.
- Earth will increase durability further, reinforcing every physical aspect of a target, but requires that the spell be used only on primarily solid targets.
- Wind will make the target lighter, without reducing base durability. It generates a shell of air on target, repelling attacks.
- Darkness makes perceiving the target’s exact shape and location drastically more difficult but affords less defense.
- Light combines with the divine aspect, giving the user greater resistance to spells, at the cost of any physical defense.
TripleBlind
3-8
Darkness|Light|Divine
This spell can be described as blindness by isolation, overstimulation, and lack of stimulus, respectively. The dark element completely absorbs all light that would normally reach the eyes--or other relevant organs--then funneling that light into its opposite. Once absorbed, this light is amplified greatly and fed at point-blank range as powerful and continuous flashes to the visual sensory organs. Lastly, the most troublesome aspect of TripleBlind is its Divine aspect, which in addition to facilitating some of the functionality of the spell, also uses both light and shadows cast on the target, imbuing them with a screen of impermeable energy, making it exceedingly difficult to detect magical energies through it. A skilled user such as Asthylia is capable of adjusting the elemental make-up of the spell, enhancing or dampening a given effect to suit a situation. Notably, the most costly aspect of the spell is its divine component. Using all three effects at once is the most expensive usage.
Note: The light aspect of the spell blinds within 10 feet, dazzles within 15, and briefly disorients up to 20 feet away after which it has little to no effect. The Shadow and divine aspects of TripleBlind must to physically strike the eyes or face and their trajectory is controlled/decided by Asthylia. If they don't hit the face the spell doesn't work. The light version of the spell can be used as a projectile in the same manner but will lose its Area of Effect properties, instead, it blinds a single target even with their eyes closed.
Note: The light aspect of the spell blinds within 10 feet, dazzles within 15, and briefly disorients up to 20 feet away after which it has little to no effect. The Shadow and divine aspects of TripleBlind must to physically strike the eyes or face and their trajectory is controlled/decided by Asthylia. If they don't hit the face the spell doesn't work. The light version of the spell can be used as a projectile in the same manner but will lose its Area of Effect properties, instead, it blinds a single target even with their eyes closed.
[ ♦ ] Equipment
Enchanted Gloves: Made of silk and embroidered artfully, these gloves cover the hands all the way up to the elbows and are snug against the skin. The enchantment on them nullifies pain and helps steady the tremors that Asthylia experiences almost constantly as a result of her disability, though not enough to allow her to do precision tasks like writing. She wears these soft gloves under a much less expensive pair of leather gloves depicted far above.
Armored Garb: Consists of an array of metal segments, cloth, and some leather. Her shoes appear less functional than they truly are, being waterproof and lightly enchanted to resist being pierced or melted too easily. The metal portions of her armor primarily protect her shoulders, knees, shins, back, and chest with most of it being hidden beneath layers of more comfortable baggy cloth. The metal portions of her armor are interwoven with chain-mail links, which are lightly enchanted so as not to fall apart, thus allowing her garb to hold itself together remarkably well. With the use of a small amount of soul (-5) the armor can activate secondary protection that protects the rest of her abdomen with a solid forcefield. This field is about as durable as steel, but will not defend her from magical threats any more than the rest of her armor might.
Hunting Gear: An assortment of miscellaneous supplies that she packs when going out on any kind of expedition, includes rations, a tent, sleeping roll, and other mundane essentials.
Armored Garb: Consists of an array of metal segments, cloth, and some leather. Her shoes appear less functional than they truly are, being waterproof and lightly enchanted to resist being pierced or melted too easily. The metal portions of her armor primarily protect her shoulders, knees, shins, back, and chest with most of it being hidden beneath layers of more comfortable baggy cloth. The metal portions of her armor are interwoven with chain-mail links, which are lightly enchanted so as not to fall apart, thus allowing her garb to hold itself together remarkably well. With the use of a small amount of soul (-5) the armor can activate secondary protection that protects the rest of her abdomen with a solid forcefield. This field is about as durable as steel, but will not defend her from magical threats any more than the rest of her armor might.
Hunting Gear: An assortment of miscellaneous supplies that she packs when going out on any kind of expedition, includes rations, a tent, sleeping roll, and other mundane essentials.
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Appearance: A gigantic descendant standing over two meters in height. He has a finely defined musclulature that give the reflective impression of being able to kill a dragon.
Absent of the large singular horn he that once stood proudly at the top of his head, what replaced it now was a sanded down column that was left over, which glows amber when Intaba is casting or using a spell.
Intaba has dark skin, and red hair, hair with a similar color to that of a burning flame. His eyes are also akin to a burning flame, sclera a hot orange like the flames closer to their source, and his eyes, yellow like the tips of the same scalding fire.
He wears pieces of his protective armor forged by himself alongside the cadre of Sureiya smiths. The armor as a whole consisted of an alloy that contributed to a black color in the absence of heat, and red in abnormal conditions. The armor had gold and amber accents and finalized itself to mock the appearance of a dragon in the visage of a descendant.
Intaba wields a large chakram, larger than himself, that can be attributed to a large deathwheel that he slings around any who are unlucky enough to face him.
Name: Oshisayo 'Ashlord' Intaba the Despoiler
Age: 30
Bloodline: 50% Tyro / 50% Oro
Group: Ex-Sureiya. Deserter. Bandit.
Physique: Mesomorphic Inverted Triangle. Muscular from training and life in Fotia.
Height: 271.78 cm / 8'11"
Weight: 159.21 Kg / 351 lb.
Abilities:
- Dirty Wound: An attack that is roughly done with a bladed weapon, the bladed weapon is heated to auto-cauterize the wound in order to slow, if not negate the healing or treatment of the affected area.
Achilles' Cut: A homed throw of his chakram, aimed at an opponent in order to weaken or immobilize a target through directed strikes on certain areas. - Scale-Shatter: An attack which removes air from the space in front of the strike , increasing the pressure of the strike from micro-explosions due to spontaneous contact within a vacuum against the surface area of scales or armor it comes in contact with, with the intention to shatter or break it, has the capability of shattering stone.
- Hardened Combatant: A skilled Chakram user from a deep understanding of the weapon he uses, he can utilize it in most fights easily, and in eccentric ways.
- Dracon Blade: The path of the Sureiya warrants use of a blade with heavy cleaves, and deep slashes, affecting Intaba's use of large blades akin to constantly fighting against a dragon.
- Physical Conditioning: Intaba has had his body trained to fight against dragons and their kin. Is able to survive rougher conditions than most due to this training.
- Strength: Intaba has an adequate level of strength from his experience, upbringing, and lifestyle. An obsidian column would take time, but wouldn't be difficult to topple.
- Extreme Heat Survival: Life in Fotia is hot. Living there, and his genetics have graced him with being able to survive spontaneous situations in high heat.
- Altitude Survival: Oro blood runs in these veins, and allows for easier traversal through areas of thinner atmospheres, reduces risk of altitude sickness or hypoxia.
Spells:
- Violation of Chivalry: A chant that directs those within earshot who are hostile, toward Intaba, however, those affected have slower action and reaction times.
- Dragonsoul: Bring forth and use the soul essence of a draconic or chaotic being that has been defeated, upon use of the soul it may no longer be used, but the caster takes the characteristics, power, and traits of the soul's owner.
- Firesworn: A variant of self-immolation that imbues the caster with the energy and heat from the surrounding area, adorning their body with flame, renders the caster immune to fire, and able to harness the power of flames.
- Firecracker: Compresses thermal energy in front of his hands to create a controlled expulsion of heat in a given direction, the larger the blast, the longer the casting takes, thus the name
Firecracker, due to quick casts leading to rapid, random sparks in the air in front of him. - Obsidian Perforation: Compacts dirt into hand-sized shards of obsidian rock in front of the caster's hand, to be shot out toward anything in front of it like an arrow.
Experience: One of the heroes that appears in the Sureiya Warsong, though, his name is no longer spoken in the chant.
His father is the great Sureiya Dragonslayer, Drona Intaba.
Intaba had no other choice than to follow in his father's footsteps in order to maintain and uphold the now-known name of the Intaba clan within the Sureiya. Oshisayo trained diligently until he was strong enough to carry out and follow through with one of the greater dragon hunts in order to become a true Sureiya warrior.
Intaba did not fail in his hunt, and brought to his enclave the head of the dragon, Dromastus the Inheritor, a draconic lord known to consume souls to boost his own power. Oshisayo slew this beast and took his strength along with it.
Upon slaying this beast and returning with his head, he participated in the indoctrination ceremony of a true Sureiya member. The Dromastus Warsong proved to listeners that such chaotic gluttony would only be met with fierce and just steel.
Unfortunately, and especially for the Intaba clan, not all great lifestyles remain intact. Oshisayo led a lone expedition against a dragon increasing in power in the eastern regions, known to the Sureiya as Balethal Endseer, a dragon warned as one that would begin a campaign against Fotia.
Oshisayo fought tooth and nail against a large mass of lesser dragonlings to reach Balethal, and when he did reach the 'End seer', was forced into an involuntary parlay with the beast. It spoke the common tongue, and began pleading for its own life.
Not in the conventional sense of pleading for one's own life, Balethal began imparting knowledge of the future into Oshisayo, the events that would occur if Intaba continued on his current path, and the horrible end he would face, the downfall he would experience from such an unknown clan being in the Sureiya, and how his own father would be the bane and source that sets off this downfall.
He was released at the end of this reverse-interrogation, and with the knowledge given to him, all he could be was angered, both at the dragon for their selfish actions at giving him the knowledge, and at the world he came to know. He slew Balethal Endseer, with plans on returning to the Sureiya with the head, however, as soon as the head hit the ground, it became nothing but ash.
Oshisayo returned to the Sureiya with a leather pouch filled with Balethal's ashes, only to met with scoffs and laughter, scorning the man for trying to pass off the kill with a bag of ashes, a man with no title but a Sureiya warrior, soon became marked as the Ashlord, an informal title for a gloryseeker such as himself. This was not the case and only angered Oshisayo further.
As soon as he thought it over, what Balethal had told him of his future were all coming true on the path he was going. Oshisayo did not want to be slave to destiny, and with a ceremonial sureiya blade, inherited the Intaba clan name with a hole through Drona's back atop a balcony during a great hunt expedition parade.
He declared he was the new master of the Intaba clan, revoked himself from the Sureiya, and fought his way out of Fotia, with a newfound sense of cunning, to the East, where he found Balethal. He was now Persona non Grata to Fotia for his actions and crimes, though now he believed he was the master to his own fate now.
It is said he massacred tens of hundreds of guards and fotian people. He ended up sleeping in the same cave he 'slew' Balethal, and upon awakening, found a large, bladed disc at the exact spot he slew the dragon, it was either a gift, or another scorning statement against the young Intaba master. He took the disc as a new, unique weapon to fight with, against what he was as a Sureiya.
Now, he has roamed the Edafos for six years, both alone, and with other bands of outcasts and brigands, going from place to place to peform the duties that need to be done.
Motivation: Oshisayo is a loud and battle-loving warrior. He also possesses an iron will and will stop at nothing to avenge fallen friends, which is represented in his Violation of Chivalry skill.
Intaba became known as the embodiment of Anger after the demise of his expedition. Angry for the unreasonable, angry for sadness, angry for pride. However, he swore not to hate. He always wished to be a person to raise an objection against the unreasonable world.
Blowing away any wise reason unaligned with his own, no matter who he faces, he turns them down, or outright destroys them if they don’t convince him to comply or play along.
Birthplace: Blaze, Fotia
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11:59 PM Here on the East coast. I hope everyone had a Merry Christmas!
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Greetings all. I've just now made my return after 5 years and I'm curious to see if I still got it in me to write and roleplay. I'm inspired by the characters I see in this RP thus far, and the story seems intriguing. I also see my old friend here @yoshua171. I hope things have been well with you.
I'm still reading over everything, OOC and IC, and I think I got a character concept in mind. One that would require me to go the Lassa/Dragon route, which is a combination that I see hasn't been taken.
I'm still reading over everything, OOC and IC, and I think I got a character concept in mind. One that would require me to go the Lassa/Dragon route, which is a combination that I see hasn't been taken.
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Thank you. I look forward to getting back into this. I feel so rusty, but at the same time, my ol' brain engines are revving!
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Prime Story Log
Night 1 - Rumors of a large congregation of EVIL worshipping bandits and savages were said to have taken place. All in order to summon their dark lord Nuxta. A Seraphim of death. With his mass of followers, he would bring a new revolution to the world. Or so they believed.
Day 1 - Besides the usual troubles that plague these lands all is well. Travelers go from land to land, discovering new opportunities, friends and enemies alike.
Night 2 - Nuxta attacks. His followers and their promise for revolution have swallowed up many of the bandits who lived across the lands. it was said that they were corrupted by Nuxta's influence. Becoming more savage, mindless, and vile. In so doing so Nuxta also took many of the nomadic tribes and people who lived far out from the Kingdom's capitals. Battles all over ensued. The only capital to remain unscathed was Nero. The hardest hit was Vrondi. Their guardian, an indestructible suit of massive armor was taken by Nuxta. The other kingdoms suffered hits on their farmlands. The hardest hit was in order. Vrondi, Gaia, Fotia, Tearia and lastly unscathed Nero. During the battle in Vrondi, an ancient dragon appeared to fend him off. If not for the force of his power, the Vrondi soldiers and the Aion Vrondi would have been hit even harder. During this battle as well it was revealed that Nuxta had the command of the Basilisk Queen.
Day 2 - Sophia the Dragon of and keeper of knowledge, as well as the guardian of the Grimorium Verum, has awakened to the threat of Nuxta. Under her are monks who not only study under her but nearly worship her vast knowledge. They live within The Temple of Knowledge Seekers, or Mindah Tarvitaan to those who study there. High atop one of Gaia's snowy mountains. She flew with her speed and grace to the gathering taking place at Vrondi's capital. All the royals of every kingdom and their Queens and Kings would gather to discuss the latest attack. Time was of the essence.
Meanwhile in Nero. Despite the King's absence, the royals gathered. Their presence among other royalties was unpleasant. Especially in Nero. Where their seraphim slaves would run the risk of being freed by the Aion who fought so desperately to do so. So within their own halls they drank the blood of seraphim, openly sold slaves, and danced a seductive waltz to the finest music in all the lands. While the other royals in Vrondi shared their art, Nero kept theirs hidden. So it was this debauchery that brought on the Aion. Mirror and his allies all striking at once. Erupting into the banquet of blood and spilling some of their own. Slaying many Nero royals and freeing as many slaves as they could. One Aion defected to the Nero side while a Therosi and a strange traveler joined the Aion fight. In the end the Aion were victorious.
With the successful retrieval of the Seer up in Vrondi's mountains, she was able to reveal to the kingdoms that Nuxta was a seraph from the times of the dragon war over 1000 years ago. Somehow he has amassed power through this time. IT was also revealed that the original seraphim, whose blood is in all descendants, defeated the Dragon God King TevlaNuit with what could be presumed to be a Divine strike.
The kingdoms decided to form an alliance. Taking in volunteers at first they gathered a handful of warriors, healers, and mages. They sent them out to recover an item of great importance to defeat Nuxta. The hammer that was used to forge the indestructible armor he stole from King Vrondi. Out they set on their journey.
Night 3 - The Alliance rested at Pearl. However, during the night Nuxta's influence grew even stronger. A follower of Nuxta attacked the town. Then once dispatched by the alliance a ferocious beast formed from Nuxta's curse fought more of the alliance. They dispatched this creature as well and were finally able to rest this night in peace.
However, meanwhile, in Nero a dark beast awakened beneath their feet. Attacking the Kingdom was an ancient dragon. One who devoured souls and rendered even elite soldiers weak. It was only the King who was able to defeat the Dragon. Not killing it but severely wounding it. The King of Nero has lost his arm in this battle.
Day - 3 The alliance grew with members and made their farthest trek towards the mountains between Gaia and Fotia. On their way, they made contact with a witch. She read their individual futures then they continued on. Running into a massive river they were forced to stop and create a way to pass. However, even worse than the river was a Hydra who was called upon by the forces of the battle atop of one of Gaia's mountains. After repelling the Hydra the first time upon its return the group soundly defeated it for good. The group tirelessly worked to forge a raft to use to cross the waters with items and horses along with them. However, a handful of members of the alliance ended their journey there. The alliance seemed to remain a group of outcasts loosely related to the Kingdoms they hail from.
The soldiers of Gaia and Sophia the Guardian of Knowledge battled Nuxta and his combined forces of Dragons. Revealing he had control of all the Dragon ferals across the lands. Though nearly defeated Nuxta emerged victoriously. Removing Sophia and the Grimorium Verum from this world. Many Dragon and Gaian soldier lives were lost.
Night 4 - Gaian Soldiers recover and news of their battle has reached the world. Nero has undergone operations for war against the Basilisks and their Queen.
Day 4 - The night before was sound after defeating the Hydra and crossing the river. That morning they were visited by two bandits who claimed to want to help them on their journey.
Days passed - 3 On Day: 4
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