[OOC] The Fall of Scorned [A Fantasy Adventure]

[Lord Wyron]

I'll be making a Pyromancer character inspired from the Dark Souls class! Should be up shortly!!

[Zetsuko]

@Lord Zee I'm just wondering really, I'd want too see how they are in this setting before I decided to play one or not. you don't have to bring them back in for me if you already decided against it.

[Carlyle]

@Lord Zee Can you explain more of a Fae's concept of aging? I understand that they're essentially eternal provided they "rebirth," yet how does this transfer in terms of actual age? How old would a Fae be to be considered elderly, for example?

[Lord Zee]

@Zetsuko I'll give you a quick rundown. Really nothing special, they are just seafarers who enjoy the sea. Traders, merchants and what not. They were usually darker in appearance to their cousins in the North. Good with magic too.

[Rithy]

@Lord Zee Can you explain more of a Fae's concept of aging? I understand that they're essentially eternal provided they "rebirth," yet how does this transfer in terms of actual age? How old would a Fae be to be considered elderly, for example?

@Sola

I think the real question would be; if a Fae is reborn, do they retain all their memories/experiences, or is it like a tabula raza experience where they start entirely anew! :O

[Lord Zee]

@Sola Of course. So how I see it is that the Fae go through Rebirths at the end of their current life, or whenever they really feel like it. Rebirth's only act as a renewal of their life force, giving them magic back. Age would just work in how many years they have lived for, they retain everything from rebirth to rebirth. I suppose if a Fae didn't want to retain their memories, they could start over but it would be a rare occurrence.

As they grow older and their magical abilities blossom, they are able to undergo changes to their physical appearance. Say as a mark of age and power. Truly old Fae could choose to look like anything they wanted, even young, but as a cultural norm they choose to look older in appearance. They can be very vain, and looks determine place in their society. Young Fae are at the bottom because they don't hold mastery over their powers yet.

Does that help?

[Carlyle]

@Sola Of course. So how I see it is that the Fae go through Rebirths at the end of their current life, or whenever they really feel like it. Rebirth's only act as a renewal of their life force, giving them magic back. Age would just work in how many years they have lived for, they retain everything from rebirth to rebirth. I suppose if a Fae didn't want to retain their memories, they could start over but it would be a rare occurrence.

As they grow older and their magical abilities blossom, they are able to undergo changes to their physical appearance. Say as a mark of age and power. Truly old Fae could choose to look like anything they wanted, even young, but as a cultural norm they choose to look older in appearance. They can be very vain, and looks determine place in their society. Young Fae are at the bottom because they don't hold mastery over their powers yet.

Does that help?

@Lord Zee

So a Fae could essentially be, say, eighty years old or even older? I'm just trying to find a good age to balance my character since @Rithy intends to play a rather young Fae. Probably someone middle-aged ish.

[Zetsuko]

@Lord Zee Would it be possible for a high elf to have been part of a merchant family that traded with a foreign land for a kind of magic blasting powder type thing and go on to become one of those kind of alchemists that not only makes potions and poisons but also like elemental grenades and such?

[Lord Zee]

@Sola Yeah that's fine.

@Zetsuko Hmm, no I don't really think so. You see Eon is the only place where people are known to live. Sure there are a couple of islands down south but nothing major like you are suggesting, sorry.

[Zetsuko]

@Lord Zee ah no problem, I was already thinking on making an Elvkiin

[Rithy]

@Sola

Given that Fae have the potential to be 1000s of years old, I'm halfway surprised you didn't make some super-old-ancient Fae so that you could recklessly abuse the age-card over my character xD

[Carlyle]

@Rithy I might do so. I intend to make a once tranquil monk whose peaceful Fae ways had been shattered by the arrival of the Scorned.

[Rithy]

@Sola

That reminds me of this almost... !

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[Lord Zee]

I'm looking forward to what everyone is coming up with! Can't wait to start.

[Carlyle]

Almost finished with my sheet. Apparently my mind subconsciously borrowed a spell from WoW and I just now realized it after writing it on my sheet.

[Carlyle]

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[OwO]

Pale

P a l e t o n g u e

“I prefer the term archaeologist. Graverobber just has so many connotations.”

Name

Paletongue

Age

22

Gender

Female

Race

Human

Appearance

Standing at 6", Pale is a giant among others. Her body is covered in burn scars. As a result, Pale rarely shows any skin. She wears a simple iron mask that she considers her face and bright gaudy clothing that she considers her skin. Her clothing is covered with fancy iron decorations, only the chestpiece actually being armour.

Personality

Eccentric and amorous, Pale is an enigma to other adventurers. Her love doesn't just extend to others - death, life, suffering, and pleasures are all equal beautiful to her. Even the most apprehensive and vile of acts are, to Pale, part of the beauty that makes her love the world. With a streak of kleptomancy, she has been known to steal even the bones of the dead when no treasures were to be found.

Backstory

Born of slaves, Pale's life was not her own. Her parents knew it well. They wouldn't allow Pale to grow up as a slave. They couldn't. Her parents escaped with the newborn Pale. Even if they died, their child couldn't be brought up in a world of suffering. However, like most other escapes, her parents had been tracked down by a bounty hunter. A death sentence given on a desolate road. Her parents slain and set on fire. It would only be natural that Pale would burn in that fire.

But she lived.

The hunter was not a bad man. He hadn't known about the child. He had only thought he was off to kill (or bring back, had they not resisted) runaway slaves. Upon hearing Pale's cries, the bounty hunter dove into the fire to save her. Out of guilt, the man decided to raise her. He taught her how to fight and, after Pale had shown some aptitude with magic, his very own magic. However, Pale was always going to be isolated. She was covered in burn scars.

The bounty hunter had considered Pale his own child, but the bounty hunter couldn't care for Pale forever. He lived dangerously. When she had turned 15, he had given her an iron mask. It wouldn't be a perfect solution. It was enough for Pale to live on her own.

But a life of solitude was always for Pale. She became nothing more than a wanderer, seeking out tombs to make money off of. But this life was perfect for Pale. She felt nothing but joy. By the end of her adventuring, she had become apt at fighting and had a plethora of knowledge at her disposal.

When the king called for aid, Pale quickly went to volunteer. After all, she loved the world. The thought of a boring land where nothing existed besides the Scorned was something Pale hated.

Magical Abilities

Component magic

Rather than magic being formed from one's knowledge and self-talent, Component magic allows the user to draw out the innate magic of objects. By sacrificing materials, one can cast a plethora of weak spells.

Combat Abilities

"Archaeologist"

An acquired set of skills from appropriating unused goods, Pale is knowledgeable about locks, traps, and treasures. She can disarm them, avoid them, and appraise them.

Wanderer's Endurance

The life of a wanderer is filled with trouble. As such, Pale has grown strong. It's incredibly rare to see Pale become fatigued.

Unorthodox Fighter

Rather than be chained to a singular style, Pale uses everything around her to fight. Her clumsy timing and flashy moves make it difficult for even the most learned fighters to track her.

Artifact

Unknown

Only time can tell what Pale will pick.

Motive

Pale seeks beauty. Not one's vanity, but the beautiful truth of the world. Seeing herself and others fighting an otherworldly threat is, in her eyes, beautiful. A world only of the Scorned is stagnant, something Pale absolutely hates.

[Lord Zee]

@Sola@Burger Both apps look good, consider yourselves accepted!

Now a question for those who want a mystery artifact, would you rather have a list to choose from or do you want one tailored for your character?

[jdh97]

Here's what I scraped together.

Kean

Picture or Description-
A pale, lithe figure that walks with an odd bounce, as if ready to break into a run at any moment. A strong nose juts from his face and his eyes are grey slits of flint. Hair and beard are scruffy and largely unwashed. Some blades he wears plainly visible, others less so.

Name- Kean Jossun
Age- 28
Gender- Male
Race- Human

Backstory-
As early as Kean might recall, he had always been mystified with his mother’s tales of her youth, and they instilled in him a lust for travel that would last him the rest of his life. She was, or rather, had been, a noblewoman, see? Daily, she was surrounded by exuberance and wonder, but her fondest memories always seemed to be of the Rose Gardens, her family’s burial site, where huge rose bushes would grow from the graves. New life from death. It was as though they never truly left, as if part of them was preserved there to watch over those would come after. That had been until his father had charmed her away from the high life. Kean wasn’t sure what his father did before, but he became a shepherd after his birth.

Family life was good. Living near Eastgate, they were never truly poor; his mother had stolen some wealth before she left, and his father had money from somewhere, but it was skint enough that Kean did not get spoiled. Most nights they sat around the hearth and sang songs, often inviting neighbours over. His mother had the most beautiful singing voice he would ever hear, and his father’s hands became a blur when he got at a fiddle. That’s how Kean liked to remember them; smiling and surrounded by music and friends. Happy.

On his tenth summer, curious changes began to take place, beyond those one might expect for a boy of his age. It seemed he had the innate ability to wield magic, and a disposition towards levitating things. Toys, pottery, chairs. Rumours began to spread but it was kept hush. People knew what happened otherwise.

For a time, he went undiscovered. Until a nearby farm burned down. Another local boy was taken for this, but it also brought Academy’s attention, and eventually they followed the thin trail of loose lips and bought words to find Kean too. A story you’ve likely heard before, since it’s all too common. They make it appear like you have a choice, but everyone knew that was a lie. Only five years, but woe are the fools who don’t give into the pressures applied to them by those with power to stay on for more.

Fleeing from the Academy after just three years, Kean was hounded by people trying to bring him back, because he may have also broken some laws. He spent time homeless, until he was rescued by a travelling circus, where he became and unrivalled sword juggler thanks to his levitation magic.

However, our pasts have a way of catching up with us and Kean was no exception. Chased through a dozen or more different occupations and names, he wound up spending his longest stint as a bounty hunter, learning to put his magic to more offensive use and honing his swordplay.

But it wasn’t always so black and white, and after a string of bad runs, he quit. Finally, he had enough money and time to return to his childhood home. It had changed much since he’d been there, and his parents had moved. They were now behind the church, resting in the graveyard.

It is unknown what Kean did after that, but a year later he found himself involved in the war, as almost everyone did, but he found himself having to deal with more humans – deserters, bandits and other opportunists of ill repute – than he did actual Scorned. The families he helped often tried to pay him, but he always refused. Over time, he became something of a folk hero, a champion of the common man.

Then he got wind of the Emperor’s all and saw an opportunity.

One way or another, it would end.

Magical abilities-
Levitation/telekinesis
Since he left the Academy early, his powers are not as developed as they could have been. He can perform, localised feats of levitation on objects, not people, within a ten-foot radius. During his time as a juggler he developed an awareness of the area, forming an acute sixth sense, using his mind to feel outwards so that he is conscious of most things around him within this radius. Lifting takes stress on his body, and the heavier the object or faster he moves it, the faster he will be exhausted. He can lift a maximum of roughly twice what he is capable without magic. If his concentration falters, the effect is broken.

Combat abilities-
Singing Swords
An expert swordsman in his own right, his natural abilities can be further augmented with his magic that he has developed into a unique fighting style. Acting like longer-but-invisible limbs, Kean can use his magic to wield additional swords that will float around him within the ten-foot radius and strike fast and hard when needed, becoming a whirling dervish of unforgiving steel. At his peak he could wield an additional six blades, but he seems somewhat out of practise right now, and can only wield two at most. This tactic is meant to overwhelm with sheer aggression, as it can be extremely draining to sustain. A slightly less impressive, but no less useful utilisation would be to strengthen a blow or guard, or keep a firm grip on his sword.

Fitness
Kean is physically fit and therefore has above average strength and endurance. He is also a modestly skilled acrobat, picking up a few odd bits from some other circus performers, though never dedicating himself to it.

Artifact of Dramoria-
Amulet of the Lying Cat
A jade statuette in the likeness of a cat. It is fastened by a simple leather cord, and, when willed, summons forth a pale green, hairless cat the size of a large dog, with jet-black eyes, like shining lumps of coal that smoulder short trails of emerald smoke. It can tell when someone is lying and informs the wearer thusly. Its combat capabilities are nothing extraordinary, for now, and the other affects of the amulet, if there are any, are unknown.

Motive-
For crimes he committed out of necessity, his life had not been playing to his own tempo, and certain areas are much too risky to visit. A royal pardon though, would free the world up to him and let him explore as he desired. He also realises that the Scorned are a threat lacking any humanity, and even if though he despises what those who rule allow to happen, if they lose the war he knows it’ll mean oblivion. Part of him, right at the back of his mind, knows it’s a suicide mission, and hopes to find death, carrying guilt for deeds it feels impossible to repent for. And another, quieter hope, is that he can ask his parents be interred in the Rose Gardens his mother so fondly spoke of all those years ago, a request denied to him once before, but when the weight of the Emperor was behind the request, he doubted it would be refused again.

[AdvancedJ3lly]

Room for one more?