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[Zelosse]

The Wave Breakers

Fantasy Naval roleplay

Legends passed down over the generations often speak of what life was like before the flooding. Few but the longest lived races can recollect what a sprawling field looked like. What truly made mountains so inspiring to look upon as the soared to the skies.
This world isn't even close to the way it was. 200 years of rising water changed the very planet from a green wonderland to an endless ocean, filled with unnatural mutations. With the water reclaiming the land it has forced a harsh decrease in population, eradicating the dwarves and elves to near extinction.

Humans thrive in the chaos of ocean life and adapted quickly as dock cities made from salvaged materials sprang into existence to collect wayward mariners caught in the seas grip.

Elves have lost the forested homes their ancestors cultivated. Lost beneath the absolute darkness of the unforgiving waves. The power of their gods warped flesh and bone to create the Sea Elves we know today. With their aid, humans were capable of anchoring their cities in key areas around the world, now reduced to thousands of miniscule islands or what is left of towering mountains.

200 years of development is not merely limited to life above the shifting waves. Magic has been catered exclusively to newfound needs. Water breathing, buoyancy, water walking, even the creation of soil to be used on floating barges of wood and steel protected by every sentient race.
Each city state that comes to power is entrusted to dedicate military strength to one such vessel for the good of its people, and to reinforce political partnership. War fought over food would be a disaster for everyone. Pirates do not care for others and often attack barges, rarely to any effect. These individuals are often put on a priority list for wayward mercenaries.

Mercenary crews have sprung up across the deep reaches. Acting as hired muscle to keep watch where dedicated navy ships cannot and are commissioned as protectors against the unknown and lawless parts of the sea deemed too hostile for living.
City states often anchor permanently in areas referred to as the shallows. Sometimes more than 100 feet deep, the elves anchor thick chains to the ocean floor. Their own cities crop up below the humans, a means of protection for both.

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Laxen Outskirts

The first of three major mixed races kingdoms, Laxen is comprised of tall stone spires jutting from the shallow waters below. Stretching hundreds of feet in the air, with many large patches of solid ground, the spot was colonized and built from the ground up originally with wreckage scrounged from the seas. Over the last 80 years with knowledge and craftsmanship on the rise as artisans and thinkers alike pool their efforts for advancement of life, the city has swelled to great numbers.
Lumber is still quite scare so many of the homes on the cliffs are made of stone mined out from below the waves. What little wood there is available has been used to create suspension bridges and ladders connecting the many pillars.

At the shoreline of each pillar lays the working class. Fishermen, miners, peasants. Easy access to the sea is essential to the thriving community here.
Further up on the stone pillars are castles for those in military vocations, investing in the community while offering their protection from seaborne threats both above and below. New recruits are taken for the Laxen militia willingly.

Laxen Royals

At the heart of these towering pillars rests the heart of Laxen. The first settlers here cultivated the land with blood and tears as the hostile wildlife was driven back to the seas. Their desperate struggle for 'home' was rewarded with a wide cavern free from the waves outside. Safe from the storms and difficult to assail it is the ideal position for which to overlook their kingdom.

The royals of today are in charge of the true military might for Laxens newly developed Naval fleets, sporting nearly 50 ships hard earned. Each ship flies the Black fish flag.

Leader of the free towns

Dario Laxen

Son of the founder, eldest of 7 and last of the line, Dario is a fierce combatant despite being close to 70 years of age. A jovial man with his priorities driven solely on the protection of home and people. It is through his political action with the dock cities to the south that supplies for repairs, food, and workers, has become solidified.

With the partnership of the Sea Elves the protection of each town and pillar is all but assured. The relationship between Laxen and their associates below the waves stems from mutual survival but a great deal of respect to culture and acceptance.

With his reign coming to a close, it is whispered among the townsfolk that the Fleet Admiral will take hold of the free towns. Others speculate it is far stranger. Dario's daughter has had renewed contact with her father in recent years, having become a successful captain in her own right.

Elven city

Lytheria

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Lytheria is one of the three largest underwater cities, and is home to the Aliran, the Elven Royal Family. Lytheria is the oldest city in the world and has had it's fair share of raids in the past, however this isn't an issue now that it's military is among one of the largest. Other than it's accolades in terms of size, it also has one of the few academies that explores magic outside of the typical uses; to further support this, there are buildings called 'Dry rooms' in which water has been removed to allow for these experiments.

The Aliran

The Alirans have been the rulers of Lytheria, and elves since the flooding of the world. In the past they have been tyrannical, their land-living ancestors were warmongers, conquering all of their neighboring kingdoms within a few decades. Over the centuries after the flooding, the Alirans ironically played a major role in bringing peace between the races, as well as fostering their symbiotic relationship, using their knowledge of the arcane and their resources to help support the first human colonies that inhabited the small amounts of land that remained.

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Dwarven island

Karaz Kharagul

When history of the proud Dwarven folk arise in idle conversation it is often accompanied by images of vast mountain ranges, colossal giants of rock and dirt scraping at the clouds. Atop those titanic slabs of stone rested the Dwarven keeps! Gilded steel, bogged down with artistry and gemstones to set a kings heart to jealousy!
All crafted by hand over millenia by the artisans of these small bearded folks.

Times have changed and these grand tales remain just that. Tall tales. Few have seen the remains of a Dwarven fortress below the waves and never are they brave enough to enter its truly lightless depths, unable to move the sealed gates barring entry to all manner of things. Rumors speak that the last fortresses below the waves thrive on, still, despite the flooding. Others speak of it as nonsense. Surely the floods have drowned or suffocated the stragglers beneath her.

None alive know the truth.

What is known however was the luck of Clan Doubleblade, artisan warriors all, who made their home atop the lustrous plateaus of their once mighty mountains and cultivated the land with gentle touch. The floods have removed the lower hills and its once green orchards but the tall hilltop remains. Karaz Kharagul lives on by the grace of the bearded gods, so they say.
Stretching over 25 km from one beach to the other. While it has its rocky terrain scattered across its surface, there is still much malleable soil to the north of the island being used for all manner of wars. Nearly half of the island is claimed by its Dwarven rulers as farmland and employs any able bodied folk willing to work her fields. Everything from the potatoes to tobacco is grown in sections as best they can manage, with the bulk of the growing cities food supply taking top priority. Other goods are collected from the iron barges (A Dwarven creation.).

From mountaineers to fisherman the Dwarf people have adapted to their new life away from the song of steel and stone to the violent crash of wave of wood as they outfit the brave outlanders on their journey to reclaim the world.
At the head of the family sits kings Landrik Doubleblade, a redhaired old veteran who walked the world when last it saw the seas pushed back well over 300 years ago. Landrik holds a volatile distaste for the greenskins and their ilk, paying good money for their ears and even more for Orc captives.

My Hider

Ref Dorthore

Formerly Karaz Kharagul, or at least a small part of it claimed by the seas, has been refitted to accommodate the sea dwelling elves. With a foundation of stone and ample housing already sunken beneath the waves it was inevitable that they would trade the lost items found beneath back to their rightful owners in exchange for the property as a show of good faith.
Unlike other Elven settlers who work by favored or oldest houses for leadership, the Elves of Ref Dorthore rely on input from all houses before large operations are declared or decisions effecting a majority. Sections of their newly made undercities are governed by one their hunters most times. A large portion of their people make up their homes on the northside where the vulnerable crops grow on the surface, protecting it from hungry wildlife driving up from the sea in search of easy meals.

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The forest folk

To be included.

Important areas

coming soon

Establishments

Traders Emporium - Everything from a stack of sticks to fine wine. The expansion of habitable land has yielded many marvels, and you can get a piece of all of it here.

Magisters Reclamation Foundation - Responsible for distributing scrolls of water breathing, buoyancy, and other spells needed to thrive under the waves. They will also pay for reclaimed scrolls and grimoires found in sunken cities. Anything magical in nature can be sold to these discerning merchants.

Steel and Silver Guild - are responsible for all mining operations, often employing extra muscle for black reef excavations. Excavation operations run through this budding business venture run by the Dwarves of clan Doubleblade, outfitting ships with supplies and scrolls in return for priority pick of the extracted items found in the sunken cities.

House Historia - Run by the Sea Elves living alongside the Dwarven outposts, this noble family has opened their coffers and aid to those who return from the cities with Elven artifacts of significance. Tablets, waterlogged books, crests, anything that can return a glimpse of the proud lineage of their ancestors.

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Character Sheet

Name here

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Age:(must be 18 and older)

Gender:

Race:

Job: (what role do you fill on the ship? No captains.)

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Personality:

History

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Weapons

Magic (Magic revolving around fire is now considered taboo so few have any real strength with it.)

Other: Tidbits of your character that don`t belong anywhere else, such as appearance specifics.

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RULES

• No God-modding
• Respect your fellow player
• Gm word is not law. Mistakes are made by everyone so don't be a jerk about it.
• If you know terminology I do not, speak up. The worst that can be done is you'll just be overlooked.
• Don't poke holes. We have giant fire spewing water snakes that can fly. Sustainable economies aren't your concern.
• Poke holes. Do so creatively.

I'm just one person trying to build a universe. Cut me some slack! I like to tell the lore as we progress, adding to the front page so there is still things to learn and see. Our story will revolve around Captain Delilah Laxen, daughter of the current leader of the free towns.

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Ship labels

I'm not a sailor, I don't know how 100% accurate this will be to us but feel free to use as reference!

[Sewer Rat]

Interested

[jdh97]

I'll try and get a CS up today or tomorrow.

[ManoftheNorth]

Izal Valencia

Age: 43

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Job: Vice Captain

Personality: Izal is a no-nonsense type of man with an attitude of seriousness and power about him. He falters to no man, and heeds to no warnings. He is one who fears little, but that which he does is well worth it. His mouth ushers only commands and knowledge, he leads and directs with conviction and strength. He is not afraid to speak the truth to people, but finds little desire in rambling and squabbling. He would sooner shank a man than pity them with an argument.

History: Izal grew up as a child to a fisher, a man of simple living in a world where fishing was almost key to survival. Izal's father, a man of stout nature and stouter drinking raised izal, in a sense, with little more than harsh words and thrown bottles. It was Izal's mother that left a better impression in the youngest years, as she taught the young childish Izal that he was free. Izal was always taught that the world was his to have and he would do with it as he pleased entirely. She encouraged him to run and explore and be curious and play. It was during those times that Izal began to experience weird sensations and events, only to learn he had magic like many others in the world, those his magic was unique and he would come to learn it was very unique indeed. Izal's father always hated her for such teachings though, as his father always tried to force the boy to work and stay put. His father burdened young Izal with the teachings of a man, long before Izal was of age to truly comprehend it all. He was torn due to this conflicting home, and grew up very confused about his place in the world for many years.

It wasn't until he came of age in his quaint town that he found something that made sense. The world seemed to finally grant Izal a bit of a break as he was let onto a proper ship at the age of fourteen and he left his town to serve on a vessel worth it's salt in duties and jobs. He was proud and happy, sailing and doing whatever he could no matter the pain and effort and this continued on for several years. Each day and night on this ship Izal worked til his hands bled and his body quaked in exhaustion and pain, but he never stopped. He always remembered what his mother taught him and spoke of for him, and it led to another step in hi life upon that ship. His magic flared for several nights as he worked, however no-one would know such as the magic that flared was internal. His body would last longer, do more, felt stronger, and he felt a power within him. He even once felt a strange sensation and saw a glimpse of a faded figure deep in his mind. He was uncertain of what it was, but much like the image the experience faded from mind as he worked and he felt his path opening. He accepted that this was his path to true freedom and that through this he would experience the world right and proper.

Several more years down the line and a man worth a damn stood at the Dockmand of Laxen, that man was Izal and he was built to sail and ready for his own hand at the helm. He sought to venture to the greater waters, to the rights of freedom true, to beckon the spirit of his mother to his side along the waves. He had saved his coin and payed off an ole ship from the Dockmand and took her out to sail after gathering a lofty crew of fearless drunk'a'bouts to handle the ship. Izal felt it was time, to dawn finally dawn his greatest gift, his only heirloom from home, a smile. It was his only smile, as well. He took his new ship out to sail with several contracts for various tasks from exploration to reclamation. He even had plenty of coin to scrounge out extra resources for his men and for the dedicated ones to have scrolls for spells to use during the assigned contracts. It was the beginning of something marvelous for Izal, it was the liberation of him and his first ship, the Great Aquarius.

Twenty years went on with Izal doing his best to rise the unlisted ranks of sailors, vying for the most well known name, most accomplished crew, most well equipped ship, and most importantly the most hardened and self-sufficient ship to sail the world over. It was during these twenty years that more of Izal's path came to fruition in the most strange of ways, of which the first dealt in his magic. During a routine dive contract to recover anything of value from a sunken remnant, a crew member was injured and Izal was left with a choice. He could have left the crew member and made it to surface before his magic scroll allowing him to breath ran out, or he could turn and retrieve the crew member putting his own life in extreme peril. He chose the latter because to Izal crew worth their salt are family, and true family is fought for in the end. He pushed his scroll's limits and finally it sundered while he shoved the injured sailor to the surface. Izal had immediately run out of air due to the drawback of the cheap scroll. He was instantly left to fight breathlessly for the surface while his crew aided the wounded to the ship. He was losing it, the sight of the sun and the ship, he felt it slipping as he realized he was sinking but he couldn't accept it. His path was not going to end here, his magic flared and finally he did more than just push his body, he had somehow created gills on the side of his neck which almost instantly took in oxygen for him. It filtered it in and he felt a rush of blood and energy to his head. He made it to the ship moments later and was astounded at his feat, it was something unheard of in the world, and it was done early on in his two decades as Captain. The second instance along his path came just four years into his sailing as Captain, in which Izal met a new friend. This friend could not speak, could not shake hands, could hold a blade, and even could not sail, but it was a friend for the ages and a cherished member of the crew. This new friend came in the form of a Boneflight Osprey which would soon be named Anari. Izal found Anari when he was held to port for a trade commission. The odd bird found her way onto the Great Aquarius and refused to leave, forcing her way into Izal's quarters and tearing through it without question and then roosting over his bed upon the quarters support rails. When Izal found the disaster he grew furious and lashed out in attempt to slaughter the bird, but what actually happened made him laugh in great jolly thunders. The bird shit on his head, and landed in his arm, and looked at him as if greatly unhappy. Izal had never found such a bird before in his life, none ever had such heart and attitude let alone the gall to shit upon a man's head and then land within their arms. Izal did little more than leave his quarters holding the bird with shit in his hair and hoist the bird up in his arms with a great laughter. He ushered his crew to welcome aboard the new member, Anari, the rowdiest crew member to date. The biggest path changer however came ten years into these two decades as a Captain, when Izal had found a certain Lady Delilah Laxen had snuck aboard the Great Aquarius and had been there for a while stowing away as a false crew member. The two spoke a great deal of many things over several months before Izal finalized a decision to allow her to stay aboard. She had spoken much of her personal life and a fair few things about what made her stow away. It was that point in his life, that Izal felt he could do well for another outside his crew in a way better than someone had done for him. He had hoped to make her life seem brighter for her, as one person did for him so long ago. Lady Delilah Laxen spent the next ten years aboard the ship under Izal's tutelage until the day came for Izal to grant one last issue as full Captain to his ship. Izal would remain on his ship as Vice Captain, over the ship and his crew, but the title of Full Captain would be handed to Delilah and the Great Aquarius would be seated in a position even higher than Izal had climbed. Three years, she has captained the Great Aquarius, and now the two are still bound to the ship and serving as one of the best vessels in service across the waters. Izal and Delilah had spent much of that time together, and Izal saw Delilah as a daughter in ways, and he saw her as a member of the crew, as a member of the family. He was happy leaving her to the business end of deals, it saved her from the bloody end of deals, and that made him content in his own way.

Weapons

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Magic: Izal is rather skilled and naturally born to the use of primal magics relating to animals and the body within nature. He can influence himself with aspects and strengths of beasts, as well as speak to them, and even potentially shape-shift if the need ever arised. However shape-shifting is something he has ever only done once. His magic is inherent and given to him by his bloodline, albeit he has no idea why due to the lack of knowing a living relative who also had his magic. His magic seems to be a lost bloodline, one not found anywhere else and none in this waking world wield it save for him, and it perhaps may affect the path Izal takes in the future.. perhaps his magic may affect those around him in a way unforeseen by all but the gods.

Spells

Speak with Animals: This is a passive spell that allows Izal to speak commonly with most beasts, save for the most irrational and apex of them. Though he hopes to hone it and someday achieve a conversation between alphas.
Himself and an alpha of the sea.

Aspect of the Bear: Despite the name, Bears are Extinct and Izal has no idea what this spells name is truly.
He knows how this spell works, as all he must do is conjure the spirit of strength and ferocity to serve as a bolster to his own. He may catch a glimpse of a faded bear, or the sensation of one's power or roar within him,
but its meaning and power alludes him.

Aspect of the Osprey: This spell allows him to harness fairer sight, hearing, and keener sense altogether.
He can see further and more precisely, as well as make out better natural occurrences much like the Osprey itself. Sensing storms and rough weather, and the sensing of an apex predator becomes his senses as well.

Aspect of the Cat: This spell allows Izal to become more dexterous and agile than before, even at his age,
and allow his body to preform greater feats of acrobatics and balance, as well as even certain performance actions and activities.

Aspect of the Sea Serpent: This spells allows Izal to breathe underwater through gained Gills, as well as he gains an affinity to maneuvering in water, not only with agility but speed as well. This allows him to surpass any human within the water, even with their scrolls and spells.

Boneflight Osprey Transformation: Izal has only once assumed this form, but nevertheless it is still a spell has and he will indeed try it again when the time comes to purpose.

His spells will grow, and he will most certainly learn more as he grows.

Other:

Anari the Boneflight Osprey

[Zelosse]

@ManoftheNorth perfection as always. Might not be able to allow the trick weapon bow, but everything else seems in order. Until ic goes up I'll allow it and make a final decision before it goes up.

[Spriggs27]

Hey why doesn't Ursa make the Quarter master since they are considered seconds in command

[jdh97]

Elodea "Ellie" Verdantweed

Elodea Verdantweed

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Age: 60

Gender: Female

Race: Sea Elf

Job: Apothecary and Navigator's Assistant

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Personality: Ellie is a peaceful soul, if somewhat skittish, who will avoid partaking in acts of violence by any means necessary. Often, that means simply removing herself from the situation, and for that, some may call her a coward. Likewise, she hates confrontations or upsetting people, so is subservient, never giving orders to another; she merely suggests or puts them forward as questions. Though at first she might seem furtive, if one takes the time to get to know her they will find she is very open and honest, enjoying pleasant company as much as she enjoys listening to the wind and waves. There is a certain naivety in her world views, but she is slowly learning from the crew, her “family”, that the world may not live up to all her hopes.

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History
Born the later in a set of non-identical twins, Elodea and her brother Densa were the children of Zostera and Thalassia Verdantweed, husband and wife. Growing up in Lytheria was a rich experience and the tides never failed to bring all manner of wonderful travellers and trinkets from the exotic lands above the water. Their father was a rather successful tradesman, specialising in glow globes, glass spheres that enhanced the natural capabilities of bioluminescent algae (teeny tiny plants that spoke in the barest of whispers) to provide a submersible and reliable light source for diving expeditions, as well as other supplies needed for such ventures. As such, both children got a better exposure to the Folk From Above than most others their age. Whilst Ellie was amazed by the people and how funny they looked and the odd foods they brought, it was the stories that seized Densa, and he would always try and gleam whatever he could from the foreigners, ever-curious about what lay beyond the surface.

It came as no surprise then that when they entered education, both magically gifted, Densa chose to pursue the magic and spells that humans often sought out. Elodea’s magic manifested itself more naturally, attuning herself further with the elements, she found herself able to talk to the sea creatures and plants, and even listen to the tides and eventually understand their moods. Many hours would be lost in idle conversation with shoals of friendlier animals in the reefs and harbours around the city.

As their education progressed, Densa began to distinguish himself as a student, and began spending vast amounts of time working in the Dry Rooms. Ellie was proud as ever, having always looked up to her brother. Gradually, she began to see less and less of him.

Her own magic had bloomed too, and she could now identify most plants and ascertain their uses, under the tutelage of the professors in the Alchemical and Apothecarial Arts that urged her to study under them. She accrued favours but also lengthened her list of those she owed during this time.

Then came the day that her brother was to leave with a crew from Laxen, a human crew. He urged her to come with him, but Ellie was content under the waves; he clearly got all the ambition and drive in the womb. Yet Densa understood, for he loved his sister deeply, and so left her a necklace, a simple, charmed thing that was a proof of concept and part of a thesis required for his advancement. He explained it would act as a concentrated searchlight when activated, so long as she never damaged it, so she could keep a piece of him with her, and that she was always welcome in case she ever changed her mind. Their parting was pleasant, if steeped ambivalence.

Years passed until she would hear of her brother again. Part of her wished she didn’t. The ship he had been sailing on was reported missing, and then, found beneath the sea. She was not worried; he could not drown. Yet the circumstances surrounding the sinking of the vessel were veiled in mystery and gossip. There was no crew found aboard the wreckage, or anywhere nearby, and no land for them to have found sanctuary. Some believed the ship was scuppered, some that the beasts of less passive inclination had consumed all the corpses, others that pirates had captured the crew and sunk the ship, yet oddly a vast number of valuable goods were recovered from the wreckage by rescue crews.

Elodea, having visited the wreckage herself and gleaming nothing, decided to set of for the surface, alone, unsure what else to do; needing only to find her brother. Maybe she’d find him by simply looking, or maybe embracing his lifestyle would clue her in on what exactly happened, and she could inquire about the case with those who sailed so often. Regardless, she was adrift.

After many months of observing crews, and even travelling with a few to different shores, the Great Aquarius came in to harbour. She knew something was special about it. Eventually she was able to convince herself more a boon than a burden and was brought on as a member of the crew. That was two years ago.

Not particularly suited to manual labour, Ellie will often reside herself to swabbing the deck, shrinking away from other crew members, never wanting to be in their way. Her magic allows her to be a great help with navigation, and her skills with plants mean she can stave of most ailments when the supplies are there. Sometimes when rations are low she can scavenge edible plants from under the waves, preferring not to hunt for fish, since they aren’t willing to be eaten quite so often, and can prepare meals if it is called of her.

Though the trail to her brother is cold, and those around may have come to their grim conclusions, she still maintains the belief that she’ll find her brother, someday.

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Magic
Ellie’s magic attunes her with nature. She can communicate with animals, if they are willing, though her understanding of plants is deeper, and she can gleam much from simple conversations and observations. She cannot alter or assert her will over any of these beyond the affect her words will have. On a more basic level she can listen to the tides and, she found out, the winds, and understand their temperament; useful for plotting courses and predicting weather patterns. Though it is not infallible, it is reasonably accurate.

Other: A large portion of the time her entire form will be damp; she likes to take dips in the water when there’s a lull in activity. Though she believes in all the gods, the Glowing Maiden is who she prays to most.

[Zelosse]

@jdh97 They are amphibious and maintain their longevity.

[Rawk]

Looks like a promising RP @Zelosse. Love the lore so far so I'd definitely be interested.

With regard to species, is there a possibility for hybrids, or we sticking with strictly humans or elves?

@jdh97 They are amphibious...

@Zelosse

I assume that means they are bound to the sea, or do they have the ability to stay on land, even if for a short while?

[Zelosse]

Looks like a promising RP @Zelosse. Love the lore so far so I'd definitely be interested.

With regard to species, is there a possibility for hybrids, or we sticking with strictly humans or elves?

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I assume that means they are bound to the sea, or do they have the ability to stay on land, even if for a short while?

@Rawk

am·phib·i·ous
amˈfibēəs/
adjective
relating to, living in, or suited for both land and water.
"amphibious habitats"

I haven't considered a lot of other races, what with the flooding wiping out a lot of things, but maybe? What were you thinking of.

[jdh97]

@Zelosse Thanks for the reply. Updated my CS, let me know if anything needs changing.

@Rawk I took it to mean they can exist on both land and in water, perhaps with a slight preference to the water. Just my interpretation though.
Edit: See GM's response.

[Rawk]

Awesome. Thanks.

[Rawk]

I haven't considered a lot of other races, what with the flooding wiping out a lot of things, but maybe? What were you thinking of.

@Zelosse

Oh I was referring mainly to the possibility of a human/elf mix, but perhaps with limited aquatic abilities. I suppose any mixed races would work provided they made sense. Then again, Dwarf/Orc kiddies running around would be quite the spectacle O.o

[Zelosse]

@Rawk there are still some land elves around.

[Spriggs27]

@Zelosse You sure? I thought that all of them said "fuck the land, the future is the sea!"

[Zelosse]

@Spriggs27 Some were more stubborn than others.

[Spriggs27]

At the risk of sounding stupid, did the witches survive? You know because of the weakness of water and shit.

Hell, why not give a list of weird races for people to choose from.

[Zelosse]

@jdh97 can you expand a bit on yhe glowing maiden goddess? Id like to add it to my pantheon section.

[jdh97]

Sure thing, I don't have time right now, but later.

Edit: Let me know if this is short too or whatever.

The Glowing Maiden, a deity of light and the life it brings. Worshipped once in the sacred groves, she was revered for protecting the forests and nurturing them and all that dwelt within, and for bringing the sunrise every morning. When much of the world was lost beneath the waves, where the sunlight’s reach is pitiable, The Glowing Maiden’s role shifted to fit her children’s new paradigm. She is now worshipped as the mistress of Hope, a beacon in the depths. Many say it was she who put the spark of light in the glowing creatures so that her children may find their way. Similarly, she is said to lead the souls of her deceased followers back to the submerged and ancient groves. Thus, she is often called the Mother of the Lost. Depicted as a hooded and haloed woman, her symbol is an encircled torch.

[Spriggs27]

Hey, can I type out my character's appearance instead of scouring the internet for a picture?