Status: OPEN
CS ( Feel free to add anything you think important )
Name:
Gender:
Age:
Short History: ( One paragraph is fine, I understand works in progress )
Appearance: ( pic or paragraph. This should be detailed if written )
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The Kingdom of Ithelas has endured many a conflict, however, none was so bloody as the Great War of a decade past. The provocateur was none other than the feared necromancer Levius Valenti. Levius was a brilliant student who, unchallenged by the curriculum taught to the other students, found his interest lying in the forbidden arts of black magic, particularly necromancy. A naturally powerful practitioner combined with a knowledge of the dark arts his thirst for power started to become a sensation he could not quench with simple spells and rituals. He began to envision a kingdom of his own, where only the few of magical blood would live and thrive, anyone not possessing magical qualities would be slain or enslaved. He began to build his army. Calling upon the countless generations of corpses in the crypts of the kingdom he assembled his undead army.
Levius marched his army across the kingdom leaving only destruction in his wake, women, children, even animals, all killed or enslaved. Cities and villages burned, the soil, so saturated with blood plant-life would follow their cold battlefield companions in death.
With every kill his army grew and the slaughter moved across the kingdom. Finally the final push on the capital, Boverin, where in his castle King Arde has mustered the last and finest of his men to defend the crown. The King himself stood among his men. However, it would be the acts of the Archmage of the very college Levius himself had been taught, that would ultimately be his downfall. Archmage Amicus, although burdened by age would capture and subdue his former pupil. He was hailed a hero.
Unable to send his own pupil to his death Amicus convinced His Majesty to imprison Valenti in Heaven's Needle, a magical prison on a small island in Boverin Bay.
For 10 years Valenti sat in his cell, imprisoned not only by physical walls but enchantments to his restraints less him powerless. He waits patiently for the time he can get his revenge and forfill his dream of a pure-blooded kingdom under his banner.
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Its been 10 years since the end of the Great War and Ithelas has enjoyed such peace. Villages and cities have been rebuilt and lives returned to relative normalcy. Archmage Amicus is now dead under mysterious circumstances, killed in his private study at the college. King Arde commissioned a statue to his honour to be erected in the Dome of the Sun, just north of the capital.
Rumors have now begun to spread that Valenti is once again free, however, such rumors remain only hear-say.
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~Accepted Characters~
Robin Voss - xRobynx
Name: Robin Voss
Gender: Female
Age: 20 years
Occupation: Apprentice Professor of Herbology
About Robin: Robin was a promising student at the College of Magic, specializing in herbology. She had even began an apprentice professorship under Professor Alstan a master of herbology. However much a scholar she was her passion was truly fieldwork. The outside world was full of wonder and surprises that didn't always come with reading books. Well adept at magic she has always had an interest in swordplay but never really trained, her form and technique are considered amateur at best.
Generally quiet by nature Robin has spent most her life inside the College walls occasionally venturing out on herbing expeditions. While she is quite intelligent and clever in her craft, her isolation has made her quite naive to the ways of the world.
Appearance:
Roark Ironfist - Dethran
Name: Roark Ironfist
Sex: Male
Age: 62 years
Species: Mountain Dwarf
Occupation(s): Engineer in the Greymountain Dwarves' military (inactive service); journeyman alchemist (formerly apprenticed to the alchemist of the Ironfist household).
Background: Showing a great propensity for mechanics and construction from a very early age, Roark began to experiment with various projects, building his first ballistic crossbow at the young age of 14, and refining a repeater for it by the age of 15. As soon as he was old enough, his aunt recruited him into the Greymountain military to capitalize on his skill as an engineer and craftsman, but not before one of his uncles had convinced him to become an apprentice to the family's alchemist by mentioning that some alchemical compounds are quite useful in the construction of more elaborate devices.
While rather competent at melee combat (favoring his family's fighting style known as "Hammer and Anvil," using a war hammer paired with a heavy shield in a primarily offensive form), his true talent lies in engineering and ballistics, which lends itself to highly effective ranged combat and trapmaking.
Appearance
Luna, the Night Touched - Esper
Name: Luna, the Night Touched
Race: Talian
Race Description: Talians have a long history of communing with nature and as such enjoy the long living that Elves are known for. They tend to live in tribal communities that are similar to humans in structure, but seemingly barbaric to outsiders. Their hair colors vary by region with most being in the human range. This is true save for those who are rarely touched by nature herself, marked by stark white hair, marking the birth of a magic user. Green and blue eye colors tend to be dominant in their bloodlines, with browns being rare.
Females tend to even about at roughly five and a half feet tall. The males tend to be about six and a half feet tall when fully ground. Both males and females tend to have lean muscle that serves them well in hunting and a set of secondary canine teeth, for a total of eight as opposed to humans who have only a pair on top and bottom. These teeth are slightly longer and sharper, leaving no question if there was one between a Talian and human.
Traditionally Talians carry tattoos marking their deeds, professionals, family, and tribal history. Those familiar with Talians would be able to read these and gather a general sense of the history of the individual. This can be both a blessing and curse depending on the company of the Talian, for even their misdeeds are recorded on them in an ink that is forever there and can only be removed by a skilled magic user familiar with the ritual the ink undergoes.
Gender: Female
Age: 115 (Scarcely an adult in Talian society. Equivalent to a 13 year old in terms of privileges in a human society. During this time they would be perfecting their technique in their weapon of choice or magic art, sometimes both depending on the individual. The individual would also be crafting a masterpiece or taking their Trial of the Arms Master during this time, marking them as a warrior or crafter of their choosing within their community.)
Short History:
If there was one thing about Luna, she was always drawn to the night in one way or another. Her mother birthed her under the light of a full moon after a long labor, birthing a daughter of white hair. She was raised for the first thirty years of her life by her mother, then was sent to the village priestess to undertake apprenticeship as a Neophyte to the Goddess of the Nature. Her life involved three decades of studying and perfecting her knowledge in magic theory before taking the Trial of Vision, where she would be sent with a single guard into the wilderness, not to return until she had her first vision, a sign the Goddess of Nature had indeed claimed her and to what end.
So it came to pass that Luna had reached sixty years of age and was sent on her trial. During their time in the wilderness she awoke from a dream, the cry of a dying creature awakening her. The small bird had fallen from its nest and managed to injure itself. Her powers chose to manifest at that moment, healing the bird. Though she had no vision her powers manifested, signalling the completion of the rite.
For the next five decades she underwent both magical and physical training, poising herself to become a Battle Cleric of the Nature Goddess. Fate seemed to have other plans for her however. Her village was raided while the warriors were away resolving a territorial dispute. While all Talians are trained in combat, they were no match for the skills and cunning of bandits that were for all purposes professional mercenaries and infiltrators if the job interested them.
Luna was taken during the raid, but she unlike the other trainee warriors had an ace up her sleeve. She bargained, agreeing to serve the bandits in exchange for letting the rest of the warriors go. The bargain was presented to the bandit leader who agreed and let the warriors, stripped of their belongings go. Despite not enjoying her time among the bandits she bided her time, poisoning the bandits with various plant life. This was only after four years in earning their trust.
Happy for her freedom, but not happy with the prospect of losing say over her life she decided to head to the nearest human settlement and provide services in healing to those who could not afford it. That is until she heard of the wicked necromancer being freed. She once more decided to pick up her blade and serve the cause of good and put down the man who had caused so much trouble and violation of nature's order by raising the dead.
Appearance:
CS ( Feel free to add anything you think important )
Name:
Gender:
Age:
Short History: ( One paragraph is fine, I understand works in progress )
Appearance: ( pic or paragraph. This should be detailed if written )
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The Kingdom of Ithelas has endured many a conflict, however, none was so bloody as the Great War of a decade past. The provocateur was none other than the feared necromancer Levius Valenti. Levius was a brilliant student who, unchallenged by the curriculum taught to the other students, found his interest lying in the forbidden arts of black magic, particularly necromancy. A naturally powerful practitioner combined with a knowledge of the dark arts his thirst for power started to become a sensation he could not quench with simple spells and rituals. He began to envision a kingdom of his own, where only the few of magical blood would live and thrive, anyone not possessing magical qualities would be slain or enslaved. He began to build his army. Calling upon the countless generations of corpses in the crypts of the kingdom he assembled his undead army.
Levius marched his army across the kingdom leaving only destruction in his wake, women, children, even animals, all killed or enslaved. Cities and villages burned, the soil, so saturated with blood plant-life would follow their cold battlefield companions in death.
With every kill his army grew and the slaughter moved across the kingdom. Finally the final push on the capital, Boverin, where in his castle King Arde has mustered the last and finest of his men to defend the crown. The King himself stood among his men. However, it would be the acts of the Archmage of the very college Levius himself had been taught, that would ultimately be his downfall. Archmage Amicus, although burdened by age would capture and subdue his former pupil. He was hailed a hero.
Unable to send his own pupil to his death Amicus convinced His Majesty to imprison Valenti in Heaven's Needle, a magical prison on a small island in Boverin Bay.
For 10 years Valenti sat in his cell, imprisoned not only by physical walls but enchantments to his restraints less him powerless. He waits patiently for the time he can get his revenge and forfill his dream of a pure-blooded kingdom under his banner.
- - - - - - - - - - - - -
Its been 10 years since the end of the Great War and Ithelas has enjoyed such peace. Villages and cities have been rebuilt and lives returned to relative normalcy. Archmage Amicus is now dead under mysterious circumstances, killed in his private study at the college. King Arde commissioned a statue to his honour to be erected in the Dome of the Sun, just north of the capital.
Rumors have now begun to spread that Valenti is once again free, however, such rumors remain only hear-say.
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~Accepted Characters~
Robin Voss - xRobynx
Name: Robin Voss
Gender: Female
Age: 20 years
Occupation: Apprentice Professor of Herbology
About Robin: Robin was a promising student at the College of Magic, specializing in herbology. She had even began an apprentice professorship under Professor Alstan a master of herbology. However much a scholar she was her passion was truly fieldwork. The outside world was full of wonder and surprises that didn't always come with reading books. Well adept at magic she has always had an interest in swordplay but never really trained, her form and technique are considered amateur at best.
Generally quiet by nature Robin has spent most her life inside the College walls occasionally venturing out on herbing expeditions. While she is quite intelligent and clever in her craft, her isolation has made her quite naive to the ways of the world.
Appearance:
Roark Ironfist - Dethran
Name: Roark Ironfist
Sex: Male
Age: 62 years
Species: Mountain Dwarf
Occupation(s): Engineer in the Greymountain Dwarves' military (inactive service); journeyman alchemist (formerly apprenticed to the alchemist of the Ironfist household).
Background: Showing a great propensity for mechanics and construction from a very early age, Roark began to experiment with various projects, building his first ballistic crossbow at the young age of 14, and refining a repeater for it by the age of 15. As soon as he was old enough, his aunt recruited him into the Greymountain military to capitalize on his skill as an engineer and craftsman, but not before one of his uncles had convinced him to become an apprentice to the family's alchemist by mentioning that some alchemical compounds are quite useful in the construction of more elaborate devices.
While rather competent at melee combat (favoring his family's fighting style known as "Hammer and Anvil," using a war hammer paired with a heavy shield in a primarily offensive form), his true talent lies in engineering and ballistics, which lends itself to highly effective ranged combat and trapmaking.
Appearance
Luna, the Night Touched - Esper
Name: Luna, the Night Touched
Race: Talian
Race Description: Talians have a long history of communing with nature and as such enjoy the long living that Elves are known for. They tend to live in tribal communities that are similar to humans in structure, but seemingly barbaric to outsiders. Their hair colors vary by region with most being in the human range. This is true save for those who are rarely touched by nature herself, marked by stark white hair, marking the birth of a magic user. Green and blue eye colors tend to be dominant in their bloodlines, with browns being rare.
Females tend to even about at roughly five and a half feet tall. The males tend to be about six and a half feet tall when fully ground. Both males and females tend to have lean muscle that serves them well in hunting and a set of secondary canine teeth, for a total of eight as opposed to humans who have only a pair on top and bottom. These teeth are slightly longer and sharper, leaving no question if there was one between a Talian and human.
Traditionally Talians carry tattoos marking their deeds, professionals, family, and tribal history. Those familiar with Talians would be able to read these and gather a general sense of the history of the individual. This can be both a blessing and curse depending on the company of the Talian, for even their misdeeds are recorded on them in an ink that is forever there and can only be removed by a skilled magic user familiar with the ritual the ink undergoes.
Gender: Female
Age: 115 (Scarcely an adult in Talian society. Equivalent to a 13 year old in terms of privileges in a human society. During this time they would be perfecting their technique in their weapon of choice or magic art, sometimes both depending on the individual. The individual would also be crafting a masterpiece or taking their Trial of the Arms Master during this time, marking them as a warrior or crafter of their choosing within their community.)
Short History:
If there was one thing about Luna, she was always drawn to the night in one way or another. Her mother birthed her under the light of a full moon after a long labor, birthing a daughter of white hair. She was raised for the first thirty years of her life by her mother, then was sent to the village priestess to undertake apprenticeship as a Neophyte to the Goddess of the Nature. Her life involved three decades of studying and perfecting her knowledge in magic theory before taking the Trial of Vision, where she would be sent with a single guard into the wilderness, not to return until she had her first vision, a sign the Goddess of Nature had indeed claimed her and to what end.
So it came to pass that Luna had reached sixty years of age and was sent on her trial. During their time in the wilderness she awoke from a dream, the cry of a dying creature awakening her. The small bird had fallen from its nest and managed to injure itself. Her powers chose to manifest at that moment, healing the bird. Though she had no vision her powers manifested, signalling the completion of the rite.
For the next five decades she underwent both magical and physical training, poising herself to become a Battle Cleric of the Nature Goddess. Fate seemed to have other plans for her however. Her village was raided while the warriors were away resolving a territorial dispute. While all Talians are trained in combat, they were no match for the skills and cunning of bandits that were for all purposes professional mercenaries and infiltrators if the job interested them.
Luna was taken during the raid, but she unlike the other trainee warriors had an ace up her sleeve. She bargained, agreeing to serve the bandits in exchange for letting the rest of the warriors go. The bargain was presented to the bandit leader who agreed and let the warriors, stripped of their belongings go. Despite not enjoying her time among the bandits she bided her time, poisoning the bandits with various plant life. This was only after four years in earning their trust.
Happy for her freedom, but not happy with the prospect of losing say over her life she decided to head to the nearest human settlement and provide services in healing to those who could not afford it. That is until she heard of the wicked necromancer being freed. She once more decided to pick up her blade and serve the cause of good and put down the man who had caused so much trouble and violation of nature's order by raising the dead.
Appearance: