[OOC] The Prophecy

[Dion]

@Kazemitsu Kreutzers mortal will be from a race that is called the Leviathans as well. But they're not leviathans in the classical sense of the word.

[Kazemitsu]

@Odin Ah I see! My guy isn't really one since he's not nearly big enough XD Although he's not done growing >.>

[Hawlin]

I guess the theme I was going for was the 'The Legendary Sea Monster' class of Leviathan that's so fuckoff gargantuan that only 'small' bits of it can be seen at one time because it's size literally encompasses the entirety of the ocean floor where light does not reach.
...because it is that darkness given sentience. Calling it a simple good of water seemed a bit disingenuous to it's design and nature since it's more of a physical embodyiment of primeevil darkness that awoke to the sounds of mortals' dreams resonating from their souls, but I don't want it to come off as op or anything.

I'm fine with Kaz using the name, though with a pic like that, I guess I was expecting some mention of where his people were from. I can just reclassify what Otisdahnfis is, I'm more concerned with what Kaz was trying to do.
It just seemed a bit arrogant for his species to call themselves "Leviathans", live in the ocean and worship a different deity. Or, if they don't live in the ocean, why not, and why are they called that?

The character's backstory doesn't offer much actual information.

[Kazemitsu]

@Hawlin I suck at backstories XD It's once in a blue moon that a good one will pop into my head. But to clarify his species is more related to Naga's, but due to the size of his people other races started calling them leviathans (cuz really who sees one in the ocean and lives except one nutjob survivor). I imagine them being able to live anywhere except really cold climates. So they probably worship different gods depending on their area (But Catalan still rules and can control them due to reptilian nature)

[Dion]

@thewizardguy hey, do you happen to have discord? If possible we should talk some things through about Morsay and your characters relation.

[Ryuji Sakamoto]

I made some changes to Elvyne and started working on my character. Will finish him another time.

Elvyne, Goddess of Beauty

Goddess of Beauty and the Performing Arts

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Name: Elvyne

Domain Beauty and Performance

Skills;

Radiance: Mortals who gaze upon the visage of Elvyne are mesmerized by her inconceivable beauty. Elves and Fae are unaffected.

Muse: Elvyne's blessing inspires those she bestows it upon, granting them prodigal talent in a type of performance. Those who are born with this blessing are able to turn their performances into power that manifests in many different forms. The first Bard was one who inherited the sign of Elvyne.

Race: Elvyne is the Patron of the Feyfolk. Their whimsical beauty is built in her own image.

Lore: The primordial God of Time, Remph, created six daughters from his own flesh. Elvyne, the third daughter, was born from the left eye of Remph and became known as a deity of extreme beauty. Her radiance shed light on the world; beckoning the sun to rise, causing flowers to bloom and painting the sky a brilliant azure. Worshipped by mortals and Gods alike, Elvyne was highly sought out by many who wished to claim her hand in marriage. The Gods offered many tributes in the form of lavish gifts, sacrifices drenched in blood or trophies as proof of their magnificent feats. Yet Elvyne saw none fit to be worthy of being her betrothed.

Finally, when Elvyne could stand it no longer, the Goddess issued a challenge to the pantheon; the God who was brave enough to venture into the deep seaside lair of the great ten headed serpent, Vaal'tor, would be deemed worthy of claiming Elvyne's heart for their own. The Gods readied themselves for the challenge in earnest. Though as they prepared, Elvyne had already made her way to Vaal'tor's lair and met the beast face to face.

Mesmerized by her beauty, Vaal'tor succumbed to the whims of Elvyne and gladly removed his own heart for her. When the other Gods arrived, Elvyne emerged from the cavern clutching the still beating heart of Vaal'tor in betwixt her fingers.
"Behold! I, Elvyne, hath cut asunder the mighty scales of Vaal'tor and claimed his wicked heart!" She proclaimed proudly, crushing the beating organ with a tight fist before the Gods.

"Thine eyes do not deceive you! I hath claimed my own heart. No mere God shall keep me bound to their side by marriage!"

And so it was, the Goddess of Beauty had rid herself of those who wished to own her as their trophy to boast about to the pantheon. Free to make her own decisions, Elvyne traveled the world in search of a place she could forge into her own home. It was during these years she would discover the Hollow Forest; a desolate woods filled with tall trees and fog. No matter how hard she searched, there was no sign of life anywhere to be found in the great forest. Sitting upon a rock, Elvyne began to sing. Her voice lifted the fog and shed light upon the once dark woods. The trees danced back to life, swaying their thick canopy of luscious green leaves in the wind. Water began to flow through the rivers, creaks and streams once again. With water came all forms of wildlife; birds sung, deer frolicked and butterflies danced in the sunlight. The Hollow Forest was no more.

The sudden eruption of life and beauty attracted Dygsdril, the God of Nature, to the woods. He had heard Elvyne's song and was left speechless by her beauty. While apprehensive of the other God at first, eventually Elvyne's heart would soften and she would come to form a deep and everlasting love with Dygsdril. The two wed, and together gave birth to the Feyfolk. Magical creatures who came in many different shapes and sizes, Elvyne had blessed them with an ethereal beauty that could enchant even the most hardened of hearts.

The Hollow Forest became the homeland of the Fey, a place now known as the Glade. A whimsical place, hidden within shadows and protected by the bewildering magic of the Fey and Elvyne's blessing. Though deeply connected to nature, the Fey began to show up all across the world;
but every Fey still calls the Glade home. When the Forsaken God was brought down, Elvyne and her Fey kept their distance from the conflict. The matters of the outside world no longer mattered to her, as she had her children to care for and nothing else. Elvyne eventually rose with the other Gods, leaving the mortal world. Those who walk through the Glade say they can still sometimes hear the gentle melody of Elvyne's song.

Kellen Hreidmar

Chosen of Elvyne

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<sub>An androgynous charmer with a mystically alluring aesthetic and boyish charm, Kellen is seen by most to be conventionally attractive. The Fey are known for their tantalizing visages and youthful aura. Even despite his age, Kellen appears to be no older than a young adolescent. This is partly due to the fact that his race are known to have lifespans that far exceed that of humans. In the eyes of his people, Kellen is still a fledgling.

Big brown eyes with an effervescent glint that arouses mischief, curtained by thick lashes and soft, rosy cheeks, Kellen has a very feminine appearance. His locks of ash blond hair are left to their own messy devices. Kellen's hair is often braided with beads and flowers as well as a number of strange trinkets that are commonplace among humans; corks, keys and even jewelry in some cases.

Kellen's figure is quite lithe and lanky; lean muscled with a tall stature. His torso is adorned with various glyphs and markings that possess an incandescent glow when exposed to moonlight. Though the most peculiar part of his appearance by far is his lower body. Around his abdomen, his skin starts to be covered in a thick plumage of feathers. Red, brown and white patterns span the entirety of his waist and legs, culminating in a pair of fierce talons that function as his feet. The same feather pattern is found on his forearms as well, with his fingertips being sharp claws. He has been known to tuck his own feathers behind his ears for good luck.

With such an outrageous appearance, Kellen usually dons a large, thick brown cloak so that he is able to spy on humans without drawing too much attention to himself.</sub>

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Name: Kellen Hreidmar

Age: 46

Race: Feyfolk

Gender: Male

Sign: The Sign of Elvyne is located above his collarbone on the right, a glyph representative of a single petal.

Blessing: Virtuoso

Kellen's blessing grants him a natural affinity towards music, in particular his skill with the harp is unmatched by his kind. Not only are his renditions emotionally moving, but they are also able to bless his allies with magic as well as greatly hinder his foes. Each note he plays courses with power, and the effects of his songs can linger for a few minutes even after he has stopped playing.
Though he can only maintain one effect at a time.

Some of the effects include granting his allies speed, restoring their mana, inspiring great courage, inciting fear in his foes, weakening his foes magic and even forcing his targets to dance. The effects of Kellen's songs diminish with distance and only work on those who are able to perceive his performances.

I will finish the rest another time.

[thewizardguy]

@Odin
I do have a discord, and that sounds awesome. I'm new to discord, however, so I'm not entirely sure how to get you into a chat.

[Dion]

@thewizardguy Give me your username and the #numbers that follow it.

[thewizardguy]

@Odin
All right.
thewizardguy#6893

[Kreutzer]

@Hawlin@Odin

Yeah I had already written up a humanoid species I called "leviathan" to do with their origins by the sea etc, felt it was a good name and could easily be used alongside the mythical sea-monster term. :)

[Kreutzer]

@Hawlin@Kazemitsu

As Kaz said I was creating a humanoid race that aren't traditional sense leviathans but just named after the great big sea monster people, but a third race with the same name does draw problems. Perhaps there's another name you could use for your monster-like people? If you like we can chat for a bit in case our species end up being too similar (but mine are going to look a lot like humans)

[Nytem4re]

Still a WIP, but this is what I have so far.

Anthony de Brézé

Age:
25

Race:
Human

Gender:
Male

Sign/Mark(Sign of your deity):

Skills/Blessing:
Iustitia's Intervention- Only to be used in the most dire of situations, Anthony can attempt to appeal to his god directly and plead with her to take mercy upon him like she did with humanity many moons ago. If successful, Iustitia will imbue his spear with a fragment of the power of her famed Iudicium. While Anthony's spear will still not have the power to shatter moons or slay gods like the original, it is still a potent force to be reckoned with. Once thrown, It will travel at the target at an extreme velocity, and upon impact, also deals magical damage, provided by Iustitia itself. However, this ability is generally for single targets only, and it is clearly obvious when Anthony is attempting to ask for Iustitia's blessing. In game, it will take one post to ready the blessing, and will be simply interrupted by any attack made against him.

Heavy Armor Proficiency- Years of training in plate armor means Anthony can move surprisingly swiftly for one weighted down by so much steel. While not as fast as someone unencumbered by armor, he can still catch people of guard with a level dexterity generally not shown by someone so well armored.


Weapons:
Judicatio: A handcrafted spear by Anthony himself, blessed by his diety herself. The tip is completely made of moon shards from the shattered Arabos. While moon shards generally are powerless, and mostly used for symbols of status, Iustitia has seen fit to personally bless this spear herself, granting it some power. It could be seen as the child of Iudicium, proof of Anthony's divine calling. It shines as if it was still a moon in the sky, and wounds made by Judicatio seem to burn slightly.

Handcrafted Axe: As his use of a spear becomes an issue in confined spaces, Anthony has seen fit to also carry a battle axe for CQC. There's nothing too special about this weapon, but that does not make it any less deadly.

History:

Born to a lesser noble, Anthony was one of the lucky few inducted into the order of knights, warriors who promised to uphold Iustitia's teachings by following codes laid down by the god herself, also known as chivalry. Starting at the age of five, Anthony began the training of a knight as a page.

There's little to speak of about his training. It was very uneventful. Weapon training, prayer, and study of scrolls. This was his life until the age of 17, where he finally was able to partake in the rite of passage. The only thing to note was that it was rumored that Anthony killed his own father, although seemingly this was just, as he was not immediately booted from the order.

In order to become a knight, one needed to journey across the land to find a moonshard of Arabos, the moon that Iustitia shattered herself. Only by obtaining a shard and crafting it into a weapon could a knight prove that Iustitia approved of their knighthood. While having religious context, it was also a test of his training. Moon shards of Arabos generally did not land in very hospitable places. He did not come back from his quest for several years, coming back when he was nearly 25.

At the time of his return, the various orders of knights had begun bickering among each other over who was favored more by Iustitia, as the Knights had to choose a candidate to go to heed the call and travel to the capital. Anthony, having finished his newly crafted spear, waited patiently for the Grandmasters of the orders to finish before asking to be knighted.

But fate dictated Anthony would be knighted with or without the Grandmaster's authority. His spearhead began to glow brightly, almost blindingly, before dimming down to a state that did not blind everyone in the room. After they regained their composure, the Grandmasters of the orders realized this was a sign from Iustitia, their lady knighting their newest member personally.

It was no wonder then it was unanimously decided that Anthony should travel to the capital to represent the the humans. Anthony now finds himself in the capital, a little confused at his lady's decisions, but nonetheless willing to follow her bidding.

[Mag Lev]

As a basic place holder since I've mostly been only conversing over discord with others, I've begun work on a Goddess of Sorcery and Witchcraft.

[Kreutzer]

@Kazemitsu

I'd be more than happy to collaborate and help you build a backstory for your race, i've created a race and character strikingly similar to what you have so I'm gonna dial back a bit on it and change some stuff i'd be more than happy to lend you ideas I have so far :) Get on the guild discord and @ me :D

[Mag Lev]

Cerilla, Goddess of Witchcraft

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Cerilla, Goddess of Sorcery and Witchcraft
Rules over the realms of Sorcery, Witchcraft, Vampires, and Snakes
Minor involvement in the Realm of Nature.

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Stories tell of a beautiful woman, one whose skin was as pale as the moon and hair as dark as the night. Her eyes shined like they themselves were stars, ever bright and ever different in color. Her name was Cerilla, the Night Mother, Goddess of Witchcraft and revered for her beauty. None can say what race she was for she possessed features of Fey and Humans alike, appearing as whatever she wished before those who called her. Some of those less fortunate met her as a great snake, a devourer of all who did not call upon her properly.

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Cerilla is the Goddess of Sorcery and, by extent, of Witchcraft. It is unknown when she came into being, perhaps she always had been or perhaps she had been created by the minds of those who lived on the earth. It was by her that the earth could be blessed with a bountiful harvest and by her that a curse could be placed on another.

Her blessings to man and fey alike depend on the extent of the ritual used to contact her. For those who merely worship her and perform the yearly ritual sacrifice to her, she grants them minor magical feats. Things such as lighting a fire from afar or a blessing of health upon them.

Then there are those who offer their own blood or the blood of another to satiate her hunger. The larger the being given as a sacrifice, the more powerful the magic provided to the one whom performed the ritual. This can range from being able to speak with crows and snakes to conjuring flames and summoning certain beasts. Some of her more devout followers even offer other humans or fey to her, in hopes of a great blessing.

Within her domain lies the dark secret of vampirism, a ritual by which the Goddess may bless her devout so long as they continue to consume the blood of others. Those who perform it successfully are granted a life longer than all those of their race, they are slightly faster, tire slower, and need not sleep. Whether this is a blessing or a curse is up to whom one asks as those who suffer from vampirism must consume blood daily or their powers are lost and their body succumbs to their true age.

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Cerilla had long wanted to wander the world of mortals, wishing to run through the forests at night and the flowers during the day. She came as a fair woman, always beautiful and kind whilst possessing humbleness- one which she wished to bestow upon those who worshipped her. She wished only to live the same as them, to experience their lives. Through them, she had been a noble woman whose husband had been cheating on her, whom she cursed for his failings.

The Night Mother eventually grew tired of the life of a mortal and retreated to the forests in which her cult worshipped her, a small place called the Ebonvale Forests. From there, people flocked to her for advice on their lives, to see if the bones would roll in their favor or if any bad omens were to plague them. Where she went, the people would flourish. That is, until those of her cult used their blessings for their less savory desires.

It wasn’t long before her cult began to spread the bless of vampirism that she gave them, that they forced it upon others without the proper ritual. Those who were forced their blessing died more often than not, a select few surviving to an unnatural thirst for blood which drove them to kill others. She became a Goddess no longer revered for blessing people but for cursing and harming others,

She retreated even further from those who worshiped her, driving them off till few knew her name and even fewer remembered her curses.

Cerilla was to be forgotten except by a select few covens who studied her, praised her and sacrificed to her for her good will.

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When the time came to fight the Forsaken, Cerilla contemplated whether or not to fight.The misuse of her blessings had lead to death, to the pain of others. Yet the Forsaken was something she knew would require her powers to beat and the powers of the other Gods. So, she granted her blessing once more to her people and lead them into battle. Many were killed or fled for battle with their blessings, few survived and even Cerilla didn’t not escape unharmed.

Her own body was damaged, marked by a brutal scar on her right arm that ran to her neck. She retreated to her own Realm, to live as the imperfect and scared being she became. Cerilla rarely converses with her worshipers anymore, rarely blessing them with her mark of a crescent moon. Even more rare was the sight of her as anything but a snake.

Some basic background for my god, still a work in progress.

[thewizardguy]

Looks to me like we have a bit of an overabundance in the Gods department, but not many actual characters....

[thewizardguy]

@Duoya
Your char was accepted, so you should probably put it in the Characters tab. Unless you've disappeared?

[Duoya]

@thewizardguy
Whoops, just my autism. I never saw my character approved, so I was paranoid to add them. Posting them right now!

[thewizardguy]

@Duoya
yay! Looking forward to this RP actually getting started (=

[Kreutzer]

@thewizardguy Could you put your character into a hider? It's kinda a huge post clogging the char tab atm itll be much easier to navigate later if everything's tucked away properly