[OOC] Prophetiae Adventum: Envoys of the Pantheon

[FrogRFlowR]

Discord │ Interest Check

At the beginning, there was naught. Outside of existence, outside of time - a state of non-existence impossible for any mortal mind to imagine. Then, there was the 'Lights', for a lack of a better word. It could not be seen nor heard nor felt with any sense in existence, impossible to describe.

The light were... A tunnel that lasted for an eternity, yet ended in a breath. Beautiful, yet terrifying. It brought emotions and feelings that were impossible to understand. They are the totality of every things in existence, but also... an inexplicable great void.
And they have created you.

None of you ever "seen" the Pantheon, but you know their names as if they raised you. You do not remember any faces, but know each of them as if they were your parents - in a way, they are. Your creators, your masters. Your benefactors, and also your jailors. They firmly hold you in the grasp of their immortal hands and you belong to them.

You are the very definition of "Loyalty" towards your creators. The source of your powers may vary from one of the gods or the other, but all of you serve the Pantheon of the Divines wholly, and your mission is clear.

You have been sent to Edanica, the mortal world, to stop the realization of a Prophecy. You do not know which one nor what it really is about or what you will have to face. In an ultimate irony, your Masters left you very little to begin your search if but one sentence;
"Find Sol. Walk with the Ancients."

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Hi and Welcome to Prophetiae Adventum.
This world, story and Roleplay is kind of my baby and something I had in my mind for a long time which I kept on building upon. It was originally created for Dungeon and Dragon but I decided I wanted to bring it to the Guild and see what the amazing writers here would make of this Adventure. Now, even though this was made for D&D, I intend to run it here as a regular RP, not a tabletop. That being said a lot of things like races and creatures will be taken from the DND settings. If you do not know DND and still are interested - not an issue. It really is just your classic Fantasy setting, so you're welcome here!

Concept

The concept behind the story is that every players have basically been recently created by the Gods of this world, the Pantheon.

• Every Envoy, also called Angels, will be linked to a deity of the Pantheon and have been created from it's essence. You hold a part of that God within you, in a way.
• Every Envoy will have been created and descend to Edanica, the physical world, and then possess a living or dead body of a mortal. Envoys inherently have no emotions or memories of their own, and their personalities will be inherited from two things; their Deity of origin's creed ands beliefs and the host body they possessed, whom original memories and personality will affect your character's new state.
• To reiterate the last point, the Envoy (your character) and the original Host (the body you took over) are different things. The Host died, essentially, and your character remains as a new being, the product of a fusion between the god, the envoy and the host's original personality and memories.
• Envoys/Angels will have been sent to Edanica to stop a prophecy, that much you know, but they do not know the exact details of what that entails nor what the prophecy is.

Brief Current History

For some time now Edanica was at peace. For the last century or so, a fragile peace was held when the Empire of Nuniel reached it's peak expansion and failed the break the status quo with Zuiterra or the Twin Kingdoms. Very recently though, in the last few years, hostilities have picked up again.

When the previous Emperor died and Emperor Metiros Alland of the Alland Dynasty took the throne of Nuniel, he began mobilizing his forces against the south. This time however, the Empire had Magi-Technologi weapons. For many years they began meddling with this new power and had created flying ships and other wonders of magic and technology, but only now it seemed they applied it to military uses under their new Emperor. They had managed to create soldiers, machines they called 'Warforged' as well as what they called 'Magiarms' (firearms) that can shoot deadly projectiles from a distance. With these new means of war, Nuniel has been making steady progress and pushing the No Man Land's borders towards the Twin Kingdoms slowly but surely.

It's among all of this turmoil that the Envoys of the Pantheon have been sent to Edanica. No matter where on the land they woke up, all of them had an innate ability to sense their brethren and find their way to them.

Somewhere in the kingdom and city of Latis they would finally all meet.

Some Rules

I probably won't have a ton of those, but I'll list the ones that seems most important to me.

1. The RP is inspired from D&D, but isn't D&D. As such, it's going to be more descriptive and narrative without the rules. For battles, most of the time, I will let you be your own judge on whether you succeed or fail in dealing with smaller mobs and monsters. Your characters will start off on the stronger-side. However for some NPCs, encounters and evidently tougher enemies, players will have to describe what they attempt to do and wait on the GM update to see how it goes. I am do my very best to stay available for questions in that regard.

2. My schedule varies from week to week, but I will try to give a post every week. If I cannot for any reason I will tell everyone, and I expect people to do the same. I will wait a few days for stragglers and people who needs a bit more time, but will eventually have to keep things going. If that happens, there will always be ways to let people get back in. If someone ghosts or keep the story from going forward often enough, I'll address them and it could unfortunately lead to dropping them.

3. No drama, no pointless arguing. I don't think I'm a mean person but I will try to keep my foot down on decisions, and if someone brings more trouble than anything else, I won't stand for it. Probably will noit come to that, though, hopefully.

4. When all is set and done, I will accept a group of a maximum of 5 people. This story is big, and I need to tailor a lot of things around the characters that will be created, so I can hardly do more.

5. Post characters in the character tab only if it's accepted please.

6. Unique to this story, it is essential that your character is willing to follow the reason they were created. That is, to learn more about the prophecy they were sent to stop and be loyal towards the Pantheon, at the beginning at the very least. it might feel limiting, but it is only because if some people or everyone create atheistic characters who cares not for the Pantheon, the story cannot progress at first.

That's about it. There is no CS format in the Interest Check on purpose, but I will give a few pointers for those that needs to have a better idea of their character;

• Your character will come into this world with innate knowledge of most stuff you'd expect a grown mortal to know. For example; you might be a few weeks old at most, but you know what a tree is. You know social standards and the such. You might not necessarily know what a certain monster is if it's on the rarer side, but depending on what your 'host' previous life was, that might vary.
• In D&D, Adventurers are people who are above your average mortal from the get go. They are special individuals with innate skills in one or many things. They grow to become Heroes, Kings and half-Gods. Your characters will start with innate powers that wouldn't be in a regular D&D campaigns. They will have certain actions they will be able to do that is purely added for this RP format, and customization.
• Your characters cannot be non-believers - for obvious reasons. You do not have to be crazy Zealots neither, but you have to be loyal to the mission and willing to complete it as the most important goal. The story is tailored to show Immortal beings (you) the truth being mortals existence and it's hardship. Chaarcters views might change as the story progress.

Sheet Template

The sheet is open ended. Write it as a regular Sheet, not a DND stats sheet please.

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Name:
Race:
Age:
Envoy of: Mention which god you inherited a part of
Description: (Pictures or Text, however you feel)

Alignement:
This is to have an idea, not an absolute. Refer to this chart if you do not know them.

Skills:
Highlight in what your character is good or proficient at.

Flaws:
If any. For character guideline and personalization.

Background:
Start about the host body the envoy takes over and it's life, must include how and when they were possessed or taken over and how they went to the capital city of Latis after, where everyone will meet.

Class & Gear:
Again, more open ended than D&D. Simply meant to give me an idea of what you're going for. Classes are not restricted to the ones in D&D, if you don't know them or even if you do just name it something you feel is relevant and accurate to you.

Includes any Gear you have on you, including mounts if any.

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Make place in your Sheet for a special something that will come later in the RP, at some point. When the time come, you will need to add it on the sheet and edit it as necessary as the story grows.

[FrogRFlowR]

The World

Kingdoms

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Zuiterra
Native Race: Desert Elves

In term of military power, Zuiterra is often considered on equal term to the Empire of Nuniel. Despite the Empire numerous attempt to invade their eastern neighbour, Zuiterra always managed to push them back. The Zuiterran are a desert people who consider themselves noble, resilient and proud - not without merit.

The lands of Zuiterra consist of mostly of Deserts, but there are rich valleys built around rivers and oasis doting the land.

They live as you would expect of a desert people, their population mostly living in the few towns and places where water can be found resulting in large town with dense population. They wear ample clothing made mostly silk from larvaes that they raise. Their clothes are designed to be colourful and light, but also able to protect them from the sun and the sand.

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Nuniel Empire
Native Race: Humans

Military service amongst the Empire is an integral part of their culture. The Empire possess the strongest military might on the continent of Edanica, as well as the most territory for it's population. However, their constant expansions has long been kept in check by the Twin Kingdoms to the south, as well as the lands of Zuiterra to the East.

Since a while now, the Empire has developed new weapons thanks to a newly found source of energy. They called it Magi-Technologi. With it, they created new inventions of all sorts ranging from everyday things to upgrade quality of life to flying ships.

The disparity between rich and poor and extremely apparent, and the Nuniel inhabitants are very distrustful of other races and their way of life. The rich and the nobles despite the small people and other races, so while you may see none humans in the slums or on the farms, you will never see any of them in higher positions.

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Latis
Native Races: Mostly Humans

The Kingdoms of Latis lives primarily off of their agriculture and some trading with their neighbours, mostly Coris. One of the two "Twin Kingdoms", the Knights of Latis are considered as the best in all of Edanica. The Kingdom has been at war with Nuniel now and are the primary military force of the Alliance. They consist mostly of Humans, but their feudal society accepts any culture as long as they don't bring trouble.

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Coris
Native Races: Multi-ethnicity

Coris is the second "Twin Kingdom", eternal ally of Latis. Their advantageous position and skileld sailors and shipwrights allowed them to do commerce with most nations on Edanica, going as far as Malia. Their armies and military are a bit lacking but their immense wealth allow them to field mercenaries and also finance Latis in their war effort.

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Holy Empire of Brudel
Native Races: Aasimars, Humans

Known also under the name of 'Summits of Kings', Brudel is a kingdom built on the back of a mountain range and difficult of access - but very respected. It's monarchy is absolute Enatic, where only women can inherit the throne.
There is a saying that says; Not all Pegasus Knights come from Brudel - but every Pegasi does.. The mountains are the reproduction area for Pegasi and Brudel is known in big part for it's order of Pegasi Knights.

Brudel social order is peculiar in that every nobles or members of any respected families are Aasimars. They are seen as 'pure blood' where Humans are seen as dilated blood, and thus cannot achieve the highest status in society. The Royalty are considered poor blooded and Holy, descended from Agamemnon’s supposed Son, Sigvald the Holy. Their culture gravitate around their religion to Agamemnon through their Empress, which they consider his envoy on earth.

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Dricia
Native Races: Centaurs

Beyond the Summits of Kings of Brudel come the massive plains of Dricia. Almost entirely consisting of steppes, hills and rivers. Except for it's capital, the Dricians are exclusively nomadic. Every riders on land that knows anything about anything wish they can get their hands on a Drician horse, since they are the best horses around.

The leaders of Dricians are Centaurs, although very few in numbers. The rest of the population are mostly Half-Elves, which are cast out of Mica and Yeryn as well as Humans. The horse people of Dricia are not above raiding neighboring villages for loot and slaves, but most often fight amongst themselves. They also hunt and forage for food, but would never be seen doing agriculture which they see as a dishonorable vocation.

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Mica & Yeryn
Native Races: Wood Elves and High Elves

Mica and Yeryn were, long ago, one whole nation. After a long and bloody civil war, Mica declared it's independence. Where Mica is a mystical and mysterious land shrouded in secrets and protected by deep jungles and vast fog, Yeryn is home to hard working people who are considered as the best artisans of the known world. The peace between the two elven kingdoms is fragile, but hold.

The Wood Elves of Mica are experts at magic, especially regarding nature. They live in homes built high around the massive trees of the Eastern Jungles. They distrust strangers, and protect their home with a vast magical fog that keep anyone from entering their domain uninvited.

The High Elves of Yeryn retain their old way of life. They also live in the jungle, in towns and cities built also around the trees but on ground. Their buildings are more apparent with unique architectural designs easily recognizable. They are ruled by a Dynasty of Kings going back thousands of years.

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Malia
Native Race: Dragonborns

Far to the north of Malia lies the lands of the Malian, strong northern Dragonborn folks. They mostly stay to themselves, warring between cities and trading with other kingdoms. Very little non Dragonborn choose to live in Malia since the climate is so unhospitable. The Malian live mostly off of fishing and hunting, since nothing can really grow there - which fits a Dragonborn diet just fine.

Since work is rare except for trading and hunting, most Malian turns to mercenary work. They offer their arms to whoever pays them to raid rival clans, creating an unstoppable cycle of conflicts between the Malian settlements. Du to this, Malian mercenaries companies are highly sought after and it's people are extremely skilled fighters. Lately however, not much trade or travellers came from the north.

Pantheon

Everyone worship the Pantheon. Throughout Edanica, the Pantheon is widely known and worshipped as a whole as is inspired by greek or roman mythology. Fishermen might give more praise to Midemis, especially before going out to sea. Brudel knights might give more praise to Agamemnon - but all in all, the Pantheon is the dominant faith on Edanica.

Their domains are left vague on purpose. People on Edanica tries to tie everything to the gods domains. For example; Undeads. Death is most often linked to Ytia, as she represents all things Inevitable, so Undeads would probably be linked with her also, although possibly twisted by some darker design.

My Pantheon is a bit more flexible than your regular DND cast of Gods, and is done on purpose. Not every Necromancer serves the evil god of Death, but most if not all at least give some sort of praise to Magylos who rules over Magic.

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Major Deities

Agamemnon - Neutral
God of Kings and Empires, rules the Pantheon.

Anhur - Chaotic / Evil
God of War, combats and Violence.

Astarte - Chaotic / Neutral
Goddess of War, Strategy and Intelligence.

Diana - Neutral / Good
Goddess of Nature, animals and of Forests.

Basileus - Loyal / Neutral
God of man-made Creations, Construction and Inventions.

Magylos - Neutral
God of all things Magical, good or bad.

Minor Deities

Eros - Chaotic / Good
God of Love and Loyalty

Sol - Loyal / Good
God of Sun, often a symbol of Chivalry.

Lunara - Chaotic / Good
Goddess of the Moon, linked to Good and Fairies.

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Mutia - Neutral
Goddess of Harvests, Travels and Births.

Ytia - Neutral
God (without gender) of Winter and Inevitability.

Ulor - Neutral
God of Summer, Renewal and Joy.

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Midemis - Chaotic / Neutral
God of the Sea, Savagery and Freedom.

Qhalus - Chaotic / Neutral
God of Debauchery and all forms of hedonism.

Atrix - Chaotic / Neutral
Goddess of the Hunt, who serves no one but herself.

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Otarr - Chaotic / Evil
God of Domination, Torture and Violence.

Phynia - Chaotic / Evil
Goddess of Treachery and Subterfuge

Reemis - Loyal / Evil
God of Vengeance, loyal towards his own creed only.

Playable Races

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Humans:
Your usual, all-around Humans. By far the most populous species on Edanica, found in most Kingdoms over the land, although their social status may vary vastly from one to the other. Humans usually find a way to 'make it work'. They are seen by other races, especially those that live longer, as being incredibly stubborn and achieving what they want.

Elves:
The term 'Elve' is used to encompass multiple different ethnic groups of Elves. Generally speaking, Elves live far longer than humans; some have reached 1.000 years old, it is said, but most likely 800 years old is seen as venerable. They are resourceful and patient, most likely due to their longevity. Elves are divided into three main groups on Edanical; High Elves, Wood Elves and Sand Elves. Elves are taller than humans and generally have slimmer figures.

High elves live mainly in Yeryn, in ancient cities ruled by their Emperor. They are reclusive, engaging little in trade and mostly staying to themselves. They are known, however, for their excellent craftmanship which alone is enough to make it so some merchants then and again attempts to communicate with them and trade to gain some of their valuable crafts, to varying degrees of success.

Wood Elves hail from Mica and once were one people with High Elves. Being badly treated however long, long ago they waged a civil war and separated from their cousins. They claimed parts of the jungles for themselves, where they liver in near total hiding. They are extremely well versed in magic and are very mysterious. Very few Wood Elves leave their forests, if any.

Sand Elves are the most different from their cousins far to the West. They live in the Desert of Zuiterra. Sand Elves have tanned skin and clothes themselves in bright coloured clothing. To the opposite of other Elves, Zuiterrans loves to trade and are known for it, but they are also known for being fierce fighters that does not hesitate to defend their lands.

Aasimar:
Aasimars have divine heritage. Long ago, in ancient times long forgotten, their species had direct link with the gods that long since broke. Their heritage still show through their flawless white skin and sometimes glowing eyes. They hail from the Holy Empire of Brudel, where their kin rule and sees other races as impure and unfit to the mortal races. They believe that their Empress is of direct descent from Agamemnon and their whole spiritual belief revolves around this. While they see other races as lesser, they are not necessarily evil or belligerent - they are content with applying their beliefs to their own lands without conquering others, but will fiercely defend their home.

Dragonborn :
Dragonborn gets their name from, obviously, resembling a Dragon but in bipedal form. They typically stand almost 6½ feet tall and are strongly built, weighing over 300 pounds, but unlike dragons do not generally possess wings and their abilities to breathe fire - or other elements - is diminished. Dragonborn hails from Malia, the frigid northern most kingdom. The color of a dragonborn's scales can vary, but is dominantly blue in colour. Other colors are not frowned upon,. just more rare. Like Humans, their personalities varies widely but most Dragonborn make for fierce warriors.

GM Notes and Others:
These are the predominant races on Edanica's continent, but there are thousands of other Monstrous races and other races out in the world, or other variants. Some are in Edanica, just not listed here. Some are found elsewhere, as there exist at least one other continent unseen and unknown on any Edanican maps. Some hails from other planes, some from deep in the ocean.

There are also Half-Elves, Half-Humans of many kind, Dwarves, Gnomes and Orcs in Edanica, just not dominant.

I guess what I am trying to say is that if you want to play another race, ask me. Almost any playable races from DnD will be accepted - and for the rest, it depends on your idea, explanation and reasons.

[Rune_Alchemist]

Yeet

Alright

I'll see about getting a CS up soon.

Just a question, but what sorta power level are you looking for for the characters? I assume we'll not be too terribly stronger than most adventurers and stuff to start with? Just wanting a baseline so I don't go too overboard or too underboard, so to speak.

[Siber]

I love this concept! Expect a character from me within 1-2 days!

[TheWendil]

Expect a character probably tomorrow.

[FrogRFlowR]

@Siber Herro. I would have liked for you to post the character in the OCO and not the character tab until it was accepted, please. :/

Now is too late, just a heads up. I'll take a look at it when I got more time!

[Siber]

Herro. I would have liked for you to post the character in the OCO and not the character tab until it was accepted, please. :/

Now is too late, just a heads up. I'll take a look at it when I got more time!

@FrogRFlowR

Apologies! Still adjusting to the forum a bit. No rush!

[Rune_Alchemist]

@Siber

Just a friendly tip - Generally, you post the Character Sheet in the OOC for the GM's approval before you post in the Character Sheet section.

@FrogRFlowR

So while I started with the intent to make an Envoy of Qhalus...I realized that she might fit an Envoy of Midemis better. I'll keep it as Qhalus, but if you think she'd fall under Midemis or even some other divinity better lemme know and I'll change it. Don't think it'll change her character too terribly much.

But anyways, here she be. Tell me if I went overboard somewhere, or got something wrong.

Also I used a Pathfinder class lol.

Welcome to the feast, do enjoy.

Envoy of Qhalus, Liora

Name:
Liora Brinil
Race:
Aasimar
Age:
24
Description:
Standing at height of 5'8, Liora dresses and typically carries herself in a way one wouldn't initially expect of her particular fighting style. Dressed more like a well to do noble with an adventurous streak, or perhaps one that spends many an hour on ships and the open sea. Silver colored hair neatly presented and combed back, eyes the color of deep blue, and a somewhat bored expression constantly worn.

Alignment:
Chaotic Neutral

Skills:

• Novice Weapon Mastery:
  Though her skill with melee weapons is far less than her others, its typically what she uses to engage with things first should conflict break out. She favors a sword, but she can at least use most melee weapons at a novice level, her impressive physical ability making up for a lack of skill. A bit of foreplay, as she says, to gauge ones skills and whether or not she should get invested in a fight.
• Martial Arts:
  The actual bread and butter of Liora's fighting skills - beating things to a bloody pulp with her arms and legs. Complemented with her more magical abilities strengthening her body with rage and sheer strength, she can be a fairly formidable close range fighter as she can both take a beating and dish one out.
• Divine Fury:
  While all Aasimar's supposedly trace their lineage back to Agamemnon, Liora herself seems to have inherited quite a lot of it. Enough that her divine heritage is made manifest by sheer willpower at the cost of throwing her into a violent rage that delights and revels in destruction. Channeling this magic through her body strengthens her physical form by making her both faster, stronger, and harder to kill. Typically has a tendency to make her forget how to use most melee weapons effectively aside from just being giant sticks of death to beat people with and maybe makes her have trouble distinguishing friend from foe occasionally.

Flaws:

• Cavalier Disinterest:
  Generally speaking, Liora hardly ever puts her full attention or focus on anything. Even during fights she treats most situations as some lighthearted game. This can make her quite...not fully effective most of the time unless she's doing something or fighting someone she finds 'interesting' in some manner. In effect, she's a battle nut that only likes pushing herself to the limit. On the flip side, she's rather cavalier with everyone...but perhaps, its just surface level because she generally finds most things -and people- boring.
• Debauchery Impulse:
  Being the envoy of Qhalus well, comes with certain proclivities. Hedonistic proclivities that may see one spending more time in brothels and getting absolutely shit-faced with high class wine. Well, she's fully embraced this side of her. Why work or care about others when one can simply let all of that go? Why worry or do get worked up over something? Over indulgence can be difficult, and she can often be swayed by someone showing her a good time. While perhaps, not an overly egregious personality flaw - it also has made her enjoy some...less than nice forms of pleasure-seeking. She's found inflicting pain on others and herself to give her a special brand of it. Can often be both found in brothels or anywhere a party could be. Rather merciless and sadistic in battle if she gets riled up.
• Hedonistic Motives:
  What does loyalty mean? Loyal to another? Friends? Family? To king and country? Well, simply put, if you asked her, she'd say herself above all else. While she doesn't seek to often intentionally cause trouble, she does follow the principle of leading both herself and others to various acts of debauchery and hedonism, whatever it may be. Even if said person commits acts of atrocity...if they enjoy it, then well, whose she to say otherwise? Why do something if you don't? Of course, this doesn't mean she won't help if there's a good reason too or lead people that actually truly enjoy doing good or helping astray. If she finds something would be amusing to do, she'd do it. Whether for ill, or bad. This can make her a bit of a wildcard sometimes, but generally she follows a single rule: Does it bring her any amount of satisfaction.
  
  Just do what you want. Let your emotions lead you.

Background:
Growing up in Brudel as the daughter of a noble house, well, the Envoy of Qhalus named Liora has led quite the errant path to end up where she is today. From an early age she was blessed with particularly strong, holy blood that caused her to fly into fits of madness and rage, often causing it to lash out at things around her should she become particularly agitated or emotional. As such, she was under strict supervision to attempt to 'contain' and 'control' this power from her early life from her parents and the clergy, seeing great potential in such power. Not to mention being confined to her room and being kept away from others to avoid incidents.

How laughable, she thought.

Still, her training continued as she continued to watch the parties, balls, and other things of the cities from the distance. Oh, how she wanted to go out and experience the world, life, and general, and get away from this stuffy nobility. At least she found some form of release and solace in her trainings. The tutors and parents had decided that exerting her powerful ability physically in some manner was the best way to contain it, or to give it direction so they began training her in both physical and martial might.

It was one of these training routines, where she nearly died and also nearly killed quite a number of servants. After that day, seven years ago...she ran away from home. She found herself on a ship, under cover, becoming a sailor on a merchant vessel. That was her life up until a few weeks ago where the ship she was on was hit by bad weather, sinking into the ocean not far from Latis.

It was here, that the Envoy found its host. The dying, drowning body of a woman who had never truly experienced anything but the shackles of her life.

So, the Envoy, whether it had some thought to allow her to experience this or not...would take her as its host. The Envoy, taking her name, abilities, made a promise that it wasn't quite sure why it made that day. That it would show her the world and every bit of pleasure, joy, and otherwise bit of fun in it she could not experience herself....

So with a destination of Latis in mind, she set off...arriving there not long after.

Class & Gear:

• Class: Bloodrager
  Some people fight with skill, intelligence, and elegance. Many years of discipline and honing ones skill to a fine point and a deadly edge. Liora? Yeah, no, that sounds like a pain. She'd much rather rely on instinct and the strength of her body alone. Generally speaking, she's a physical bruiser with some divine blood to enhance her physical abilities and to perform some small magical feats instinctively. While she'll never be as skilled as a dedicated spell caster, her physical ability more than makes up for it. She can both give and take a beating, and should as she put it 'her switch gets flipped' well, you best be ready for the unfun kind of pounding, because her fists are going inside your intestines.
  
  Aside from enhancing her physical abilities, theoretically she should be able to instinctively use the magical blood in her veins for other things, but she's yet to quite reach that potential.
• Gear:
  Trusty Ornate Longsword:
  A rather lovely, elegant looking long sword. Surprisingly sturdy enough to not have broken in combat when she goes full cage match on a poor fool.
  Padded clothing:
  Fairly mundane, if somewhat expensive looking clothing. A few layers of padding have been added for protection, but generally they're just normal clothes. Easier to move around in, and who doesn't like getting a bit roughed up or losing their clothes in a fight? Bonus points if both parties do.
  Alcohol flasks:
  Did you expect anything less? Very strong stuff. Possibly illegally strong. If she's not busy getting it on with someone in a brothel, a party somewhere, or beating someone to a pulp for fun, she's probably some level of drunk.
  Sweets: She likes keeping various hard candies on her. She especially likes things that are sweet enough to kill, our sour enough too.

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Something super special and secret?

[FrogRFlowR]

@Siber
Hey, checked the character. There are a few things that we would have to address lore-wise regarding her past, but that I cannot type right now! Nothing terrible don't worry, it's just there is so much details in my head that it was impossible for me to list every possible infos about the world in the OOC. :P
Just wanted to let you know I've seen it.

@Rune_Alchemist
Sent you a message regarding Liora. Also a few things to discuss.

EDIT

Some modification was done in the OOC Concept section. I will post it here, it's also up there. I tried to explain the character original concept better, as I know from experience of having ran it before that it's the one thing people get confused about.

The Envoys are programmed with a 'primary function' of; Serving the Pantheon, being loyal to it and accomplishing the mission they were sent on Edanica for, regardless of who their host body was and who they worshipped. That being said, you won't be machines. After the merge, the original host is effectively gone, dead, but remnants of it's mind and emotions and memories remain and affect the Envoy who's own personality will now be affected by those mementos at varying degrees (you decide).

When they merge with the host, this is where they gain their particular personality/idiosyncrasies and overall character from...effectively creating a new being that is a combination of the host and the Envoy's original loyalties and mission.

It's entirely possible, and expected, that characters will eventually meet conflicting situations from the host's past life.

EDIT - 2

Added Discord link top of the OOC. When you get in there, you can notify me on there or here and I will assign you the correct role if I did not yet!

[ERode]

Gonna keep an eye on this. Maybe CS tomorrow.

[Assallya]

Sarmuta, Envoy of Phynia

Race: Half-Elf
Age: 23
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Skills: Carousing, Deception, Insight, Disguise, Performance (Dance, Flute, Dombra)
Flaws: Sarmuta is a coward. She eschews violence and prefers to let, or trick, others into fighting for her. Sarmuta is also avaricious, her entire life she has been barely ekeing out an existence. She wants more.

Background: Sarmuta's beginnings are quite common as half-breeds go . She was abandoned by her parents who she never knew and was raised in a brothel. They had a number of young girls who did the menial chores like cooking, washing and cleaning until they were of age to assume working.

It was during this time she discovered a talent for magic. The matrons were quite pleased. Selling Sarmuta suddenly became a great idea and a much faster turnaround at the investment they made in the young girl and so it was Sarmuta was sold to Yarys the magician.
For ten long years Sarmuta cooked and cleaned, prepared ritual components, and slept in his bed but received very little training. Eventually she gave up and planned her escape. The man could track her anywhere she went with his ability to scry so she knew what she had to do. She plunged a dagger into his chest while he slept and left, taking a spell book with her and leaving his other students to inherit his legacy.

In short order she fell in with a group of thieves, her magical abilities a boon to their operations. More than once a seeming saved them all from dancing on the end of a rope. Unfortunately, as is often the case with such alliances a large score proved to be their undoing. The warrior priest of their group, their muscle, Angrim, who was a follower of Otarr the Foul, faked his own death and ratted them out to the local guardsmen. There were only two survivors of the debacle, Sarmuta and an assassin calling himself "The Silence". Unfortunately, since Silence knew of no other survivors he assumed that Sarmuta was the one that betrayed them. He murdered Sarmuta and dumped her corpse in one of the pits outside of town where they tossed all their human waste.

This was when Phynia claimed her. Sarmuta's reliance upon deception and doubletalk appealed to the dark goddess and she chose to spare the woman, making her one of her own. Repairing the body was child's play, then came the exaltation, blending the woman's soul with divine essence. Sarmuta awoke in the privy pit with a start, lungs heaving. She climbed out and made her way back to her vardo wagon.

Class : Enchantress and Spy. Sarmuta is a wizard specializing in wyrding and illusion. She has very few combative spells and instead uses summons, beguilement, buffs and debuffs when necessary.

Gear: Vardo Wagon, Jambiya, Reference library, Summoning circle rug,

Comment: Not sure if that entirely works. Let me know if anything needs work. I'll also be tweaking it a bit more and adding a couple more images.

[FrogRFlowR]

There will be a modification coming to characters soon enough, probably tomorrow. A lot of confusion seeped in, so I will do a slight yet very beneficial modification to characters origins.

If you are creating characters, you might want to hold for this. I will ping everyone and review all characters once I edited it in !

[FrogRFlowR]

@Rune_Alchemist@Siber@TheWendil@ERode@Assallya@LuckyBlackCat

Hello people. I pinged everyone who showed interest in the OOC so far, and one more.

I have edited - again - part of the OOC because I have had many questions about character creations and realized a few things were either confusing or did not translate well from on paper D&D to the Guild.

All of the added or edited parts are in red in the original OOC first post;

- The Concept Section have added details and split into points to try and make it more clear
- Added a new 6th rule instead of explaining in in lore. I felt like it was better to be an OOC rule than force it on characters through lore reasons. As mentioned, it can change later on.
- Added a section in the Character Sheet to add the God you are linked to, now.

I'm sorry about that !
I feel like these changes will make characters a bit more unique, though, and give new opportunities in IC.

EDIT: Obligatory, sorry double post.

[TheWendil]

The Red Scholar

REAN WESTFALL

Envoy of Reemis | Scholar | 26 | Human | Neutral Good

Coatless

SKILLS:
• Unspoken Scripture: First and foremost, above all else, Rean is a scholar. Although she dabbles in the arcane and has even picked up the blade to better defend herself, her true passions and skills lie in the texts. Years of experience have made her adept in transcribing, translating, and overall making clear what is unknown from common knowledge. She has a unique specialty for language, though how much of this is of her own making and not boons from the gods remains to be seen.

• Arcane Nature: Despite her inherent nature for the finer things in life, Rean's life has taken her down the arcane path. All of this can be traced back to her initial interest in the Devulga and through it she's able to channel a number of fascinating spells to her quarry. Although she is no fighter, she's adept in magic enough to get by and keep herself alive when her scholarly antics lead her to less than savory explorations. Because all of her spells are channeled through the Devulga, they manifest as a deep crimson coloration befitting of the scholar's preferred fashion choice. It's very coincidental.

• Culinary Arts: The pitfalls of any scientist, tutor, or really individual of the learning craft are universal. It is not uncommon for those devoted to their work to neglect their own mental state and health for the pursuit of their studies. Thankfully, Rean has enough foresight to at least keep herself fed. As such she's become quite the remarkable chef by upbringing and her own curiosities in what meals were efficient. Despite the near-callous nature of her meal preparation, she's actually had little complaint when her dishes are tried by others. Had she any more foresight she might consider a secondary career in the culinary arts.

GEAR:
• Devulga: A magical tome bound in “wine-soaked leather”, the Devulga is a family keepsake for the Westfalls. Rean herself doesn’t quite understand its origins or its secrets, but it remains both a journal of recording for her studies and as a magical conduit for her spells. The tome itself sometimes acts as if it holds a mind of its own, though Rean holds theories for this explanation. The most prominent speculation is the tome acts as a possible link for Reemis to contact her through the physical world. Whatever the case, the Devulga is Rean’s most faithful companion with a variety of spells of which include summoning crimson bursts of fire and energy, conjuring red winds, creating blood-soaked spectral “limbs”, and finally a darker breed of magic whose contents are whispered only in hushed tones.

• Steel Sword: Very aware of the dangers of a changing world, it wasn't unreasonable for Rean to pick up the art of combat. Thus, she carries with her a prim steel sword for those rare occasions when words have no effect and magic cannot simply erode away the obstacle in front of her.

• Crimson Coat: A red coat gifted by her family. Rean is seldom seen without it as it is her usual choice of travel attire over her outfit. The coat is properly taken care of whenever Rean gets the chance with little crease or wear to show for it. It's a rather reliable and robust piece of companionship, able to power its owner through the most incremental of weather.

FLAWS:
• Curiosity Kills: Strictly speaking, Rean is no fighter. When faced with anything requiring physical needs she'll often deviate the work to others much more capable. Indeed, she only learned basic swordsmanship as a necessary survival tool. Although she specializes in magic more than other forms of combat, all of her spells are mitigated and channeled through the Devulga. Should a dangerous situation present itself to her, you'll find Rean the first to flee or at the very least, let someone else handle the problem.

• Misplaced Devotion: Sadly, even Rean may fall to the seduction of her own work. Like any alchemist on the break of a new miracle or a magician grafting a new spell, Rean is also prone to losing herself devotedly in her studies. More prominently, if she has her mind on a goal or something to achieve, she will toss away whatever else she's doing in the pursuit of that new boon. The results often lead to messy outbreaks in her wake as well as quite a few people more than annoyed with her, from their perspective, unapologetic ways. Being a successful people person is often a fifty-fifty shot with her.

• Double Nature: Rean is, for the most part, a law abiding citizen. While she can be ignorant of other's feelings or even headstrong into her own goals, she's often more eccentric than outright malicious. However, there are times where her curiosity and interest in whatever she's studying briefly override her morals. It's so much more interesting, so much more efficient to take certain paths that may be frowned upon by others. But what is the sake of the individual to the greater good? Sometimes, sometimes Rean may cross a line to gain her answers. How much of this is of her own choosing or of a result by Reemis remains to be seen like many things about her.

BIOGRAPHY:
• For as long as anyone could remember, the Westfalls have always been a respectable family who pooled their life’s works and resources into the many libraries they hold monopoly over. Thriving within the Nuniel Empire, the Westfalls were acknowledged in no short part due to their wealth of information. The majority of libraries that dotted the empire, of course, listed their name as owner and benefactor. Despite being looked down upon by the military culture of Nuniel elites and higher-ranked families, the Westfalls remained a popular household name for the poor and others deemed as such.

Thus, Rean-if she could even be called that-was surrounded by family books and scriptures for as far back as she could remember along with the numerous other texts the Westfalls coveted and collected. She didn’t know when it happened, when the Envoy of Reemis, God of Vengeance, melded into her flesh and became one with her being. And yet, it must have been extremely early in her life, of this much she reasons. There was always something off about her, even among the rest of her family. Whereas the Westfalls were a mostly private bunch, sticking to their texts and dusty libraries, Rean always sought more, to explore more, to seek out more.

It wasn’t very long before such ambitions grew out of hand and she felt compelled to leave the empire’s territory for her own purpose. Of course, such purpose was by the hand of Reemis, of the Envoy that puppeted her flesh. The desire to find this prophecy, to contain it, to learn more about it fueled her harder than any other passion in her life. Driven by her own curiosities and compelled by this prophecy, Rean eventually found herself in Latis.

Oh, she was curious indeed to meet her fellow Envoys, to discover what the gods truly had in store for her. Curious indeed…or perhaps it was some desire of selfishness and respite just as the god who claimed a piece of her denoted. Whatever the case, she was sure it’d no doubt at least be amusing. Still, she wonders, why would the God of Vengeance ever find any interest in her…

???: Secrets of a time yet to come.

[Guppy Franz]

Arthur Lupin

Arthur Lupin

Race:
Human

Age:
25

Envoy of:
Astarte

Alignement:
Chaotic good

Skills:
Quick footed:
Thanks to a lifetime of running around his town doing errands for his family's Inn along with his training sessions with his brother, Arthur has become quite good on his feet. Due to his fighting style, Arthur is always moving, making sure he can always outmaneuver his opponent and get one up over them.

Marksmanship:
Though Arthur is no master sharpshooter, his training with magiarms has been very beneficial for the young dualist. During his training with magiarms, he realized how quickly a well-placed shot can change the tide of a battle. During his time training within the Empire, he found practicing his marksmanship to be rather fun, loving the feeling of landing a direct shot. By the time his training came to an end, he had become an excellent shot that could hit the hardest of targets.

Precise swordsman:
With the years of training with his brother and in the military under his belt, Arthur has become a fine swordsman. Choosing to use his favorite rapier and a fine parrying dagger Arthur is a very precise swordsman, aiming for gaps in his foe's defenses and relying on his learned techniques to overcome his opponents.

Flaws:
Adrenaline junkie:
During a fight Arthur can become quite enthralled in the action, finding entertainment is pushing his skills to the limit and practically fueling himself with the thrill of the fight. At times if he gets too into the fight he will throw caution to the wind and do whatever he can to make the fight more thrilling. Outside of fighting, he can manage to hold himself back, but there is always a small itch for some action.

Noble hatred:
A burning hatred towards those born of so-called “Noble blood” remains well and alive within Arthur, the urge to spit at the mere mention or sight of them a struggle to overcome. Arthur will always grow tense and silent when in the presence of a noble, never believing a word from their mouth and doing his best to ignore their existence. If given even the smallest chance to bring a noble down a peg or two, Arthur will quickly take the risk.

Spiteful nature:
If given the chance to get back at someone who had at the very least annoyed him just a little bit, Arthur would. He’d even stoop so low to childish pranks that would serve little purpose other than to just give him the satisfaction of knowing he ruined the day of those who irritated him. Of course, this spiteful nature can become more twisted if a line is crossed, insuring he leaves a lasting impression that won't be forgotten.

Background:
Born within the Empire of Nuniel Arthur was raised amongst the common folk, his father a proud soldier of the Empire, and his mother a simple Inn owner settled in the town of Triest. While his father was stationed at Neumark fort, he lived with his mother and siblings in Triest, running an Inn and living a simple life. Being the second oldest of his two younger siblings Arthur took up most of the responsibility to help his mother keep the Inn running smoothly, running errands, helping customers, and even helping cook meals.

On the few days he would have to himself Arthur would seek out his older brother, Ryan, who once severed within the Empire like their father towards the eastern borders near Zuiterra. After a bloody skirmish Ryan had become too injured to continue serving, losing his leg in battle and being forced to return home to Triest. Arthur spent most of his free time with his brother, helping him with tasks he could no longer do himself and simply giving him company. Ryan appreciated his younger brother's care and decided to reward him by teaching him what he could with the sword. They would train throughout the days they had together, going over stances and techniques until eventually, Arthur was an amateur dualist.

One night after a rather grueling training session the two brothers spent the night talking to one another on the outskirts of Triest. Seeing how far his younger brother had come in the few years they had trained together Ryan suggested that Arthur should enlist within the Empire's ranks. Arthur was hesitant towards his suggestion, thinking of the Inn and his family. He had only taken up the training with his brother to grow closer with him and to liven up his quiet life in Triest. After speaking on the topic the whole night Arthur finally relented and agreed to enlist under the condition he’d spend the next week getting things in order with the Inn to insure his mother and siblings would be taken care of.

Within a week Arthur had joined the ranks of the imperial army and spent the next several months training, improving his skills as a dualist and even being introduced to Magiarms. During his time training, Arthur became somewhat of a rising star amongst his fellow trainees, his quick reflexes and impressive skills with the sword setting a high bar for others to reach. Eventually, he even became a natural marksman when given the chance to practice with the magiarms, being able to shoot an apple off a post from across the courtyard of their barracks. Unfortunately, even though Arthur showed great promise as a soldier he began to doubt his decision to enlist, slowly seeing his role within the Empire to be nothing more than peasant cannon fodder. He had already known of the gap between nobility and the common folk, but now he was officially a pawn to be used by those born in higher places. The thought sent chills up his spine.

Finally, the time had come for Arthur to put his training to the test as he was sent south to No Man’s Land, being put under the command of a noble from a prestigious military family within the Empire named Talos De’Sardet. For weeks Arthur faced many cruelties of war, battle after battle and horror after horror made the fighting feel like years. Day by day he would watch his comrades be given impossible tasks by his commander and ultimately be sent to their death, simply to probe the enemy's defenses. The man's cruel tactics seemed to have worked, the armies gaining ground little by little, but Arthur couldn’t ignore the number of bodies of their own they had to march over to get there. Eventually, the day came when Arthur and a few dozen unfortunate souls were given the orders to go against an overwhelming foe that had been preparing to lash out with a devastating counterattack that threatened their line. Their orders were simple, hold the line for as long as possible to allow the main force to catch up and position themselves to fend off the attack, then wait for the signal to retreat. To disobey this order would end with their death.

The battle was bloody and long, Arthur and the others sent to fight just barely holding against their enemies. As they were finally about to be overwhelmed the call to retreat had finally been sounded and they began to flee back to their lines as ordered. They ran through smoke and dust kicked up from the fighting with their enemies close behind them, practically nipping at their heels as they fled. Finally, as they emerged from the smoke and dust Arthur was horrified to be met by rows upon rows of Magiarm rifles aiming towards them, Commander De’Sardet standing proudly in the middle of the ranks with his pistol at the ready. It was then he had realized in that split second they were nothing more than a distraction, even worse than that, bait to draw the enemy in. Before Arthur could react the deafening sound of rifles cracked in the air and he was tumbling to the ground with a hole in his chest, blacking out as the battle went on without him.

Long after the battle ended Arthur awoke to see the night sky and the many stars looking down at him. His body was too heavy to move, the hole in his chest aching with pain and his hazy mind slowly fleeting. As he lay dying on the battlefield, staring up to the night skies with only the thought of his home and family on his mind he could only feel a fire build in his wavering soul, anger and frustrations towards not only the bastards who led him to his death but the gods themselves for allowing these senseless wars to continue. With his last breath, he cursed the gods and bid his home a final farewell.

Once his body finally went cold nothing remained of the young dualist, his empty eyes looking up towards the heavens. That is until a servant of the gods themselves descended upon the fallen soul and made their decision.

“You who have been sacrificed to the cruel wars the mortals of this world wage, who took up the sword to better understand your kin and who passed on with bitter hatred towards my gods and your fellow man, I have chosen you. You will be my armor and sword, you will be my instrument to please my master. Though your body has grown cold, the fire that still lingers within you will be used in my mission. For this, I thank you.”

Within a matter of seconds, the Envoy of Astarte took his host and rose to his feet with his purpose already known. The Envoy pitied the fallen soul, their bitter and warm memories flashing through his mind as he adjusted to his new body, but his master's bidding must be done. With his new host secured he began to travel to his destination, sensing more like him heading to the city of Latis.

Class & Gear:
Dualist

Trained to be nimble on his feet Arthur takes advantage of his speed and sharpened instincts to find and attack his enemy's weaknesses, preferring to rely on his footwork and stamina rather than pure strength. Together with his blade and magiarm skills Arthur has found a perfect balance between close quarters and ranged combat. With his strength being with his speed and reflexes he is unfortunately less durable than other frontline fighters, thus making him resort to hit and run tactics when facing larger opponents or groups of enemies.

Rapier and parrying Dagger:
His brother's old, and reliable steel rapier sword, used during his service in the Empire and engraved with the symbol of a falling star, the logo of his family's Inn. To his hip is a finely made steel dagger with a gold and black hilt.

Magiarms pistol :
A standard magiarm pistol was given to Arthur after he was deployed to No Mans Land. During his time on the battlefield an old comrade of his who specialized in magiarms tech helped tinker with his pistol, improving his accuracy while taking away some of the firepower behind his shots. Though he could still be considered an amateur with the weapon, Arthur has managed to at least learn a few things about it and how to keep it in good condition.

Light armor:
Weathered and worn, a mixture of leather and iron armor serves as Arthur's only defense against his enemy's attacks.

???
Yet to happen.

[Siber]

After many a day of contemplating (and feeling horrid at my past mistake), I have updated Penny with the requested changes!

[FrogRFlowR]

@Siber Do not feel terrible. :P You didn't know, you're still fully welcomed here.

As for everyone's characters, I am waiting for more application before closing them and choosing the roster. I'd really like at the very least 4 characters, 5 if possible and 6 max but things are going slower than I'd hoped. :/

[Sleeth]

@FrogRFlowR

Before I go and write out everything I immediately thought of, just to check would it be alright to play a humanoid that's technically a revenant? Was thinking of doing a minor member of the Pantheon, Reemis, and it made sense to take host in someone angrily dying in battle, and in the merging process essentially become a revenant except of course being an enjoy instead of a spirit. It has some implications like light regeneration though and a lack of real function since the host is kind of dead, so I wanted to clear it before going with that version.

[Sleeth]

Kelras Eldant

Name: Kelras Eldant
Race: Half-Elf Revenant
Age: 82
Envoy of: Reemis
Description:

Alignement: Chaotic Neutral

Skills: Decades of training have honed the body of Kelras with bows and blades alike, he is dexterous, well read, artistic and physically adept, but has almost no magical potential.

Flaws:
Unwavering: Kelras has no inclination to back down in unfavorable situations, even if he puts himself into them through sheer stubbornness. He'd rather fight his way out of a dragon's den than take back something he's said.
Slothful: Anything that doesn't fall into the purview of his goals almost always takes the backburner, and only acts of direct injustice or rage truly motivate Kelras to do anything. Otherwise he's always searching for the easiest way to complete the task at hand so he can get back to whatever he truly wants or needs to do.
Apathetic/Blunt: Kelras is honest to a fault, in ways others won't always take kindly to and in no short part because of his hosts arrogance. Unless his vengeful nature towards an injustice takes the wheel, he can easily come off as rude and direct, even if his intention isn't to be insulting (though it often is.)

Background:
Kelras Eldant was scouting No Man's Land to see the progress of the advancing empire from the north when one of the unexpected new technologies rendered their hiding spots useless. Before they were given a chance to run or identify themselves, they found their position rained upon by Warforged. Unable to retaliate, Kelras fell to the ground with a bolt sticking from his chest. With blood in his lungs and the light fading from his eyes, he unwillingly shut them as his head sinks to the ground, but instead of a tunnel of light he's greeted by the sound of dripping water.

"Fragile isn't it? Life I mean." A soft voice comes from the dark around him.

Kelras shoots up to find himself in an unknown cave, and upon inspecting himself sees the gaping hole in his chest. "Who's there? Where is this?!" He demands quickly as he comes to his feet. "If this is one of your Emperor's vile magic, you'll come to regret this!"

"You're angry? Good." The voice comes again, this time there's a direction to it, but instead of a person there's only a vague outline, a shadow sitting on a nearby rock. "There's no magic here, not the kind you'd expect. You're still dying, I can hear the final beats of your heart. Tell me then, if you could get revenge, even if you wouldn't live to see it, would you?"

Kelras' face turned rather ugly, annoyed with all the questions of this shadowy person, but the hole in his chest gave some merit to the voice, and after some thought he realized that the dripping water was actually slowing down. "Are you a demon after my soul?" He asks finally.

A soft chuckle rings from upon the rock. "Nothing of the sort, your soul is yours, but your body... You only need to give it to me, I'm not a thief." The shadow comes forward, each step the featureless humanoid mass shifts until it's a blank copy of the half-elf. "I wish you had more time for me to explain. I have my own mission, and if I can conclude it I'll promise that the Empire that hurt you will join you in ruin Keldras Eldant..."

A few minutes later, in No Man's Land, a bloodied corpse takes a deep, gasping breath. Kelras' shaking hand reaches up to grasp the bolt from his diaphragm, yanking it free with a crunch and tossing it to the side. Slowly he rolls over, beginning to stand as he knows soon the shooters will come to confirm their kills. At first with staggering steps, he begins to run back to the south...

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Class & Gear: Ranger- Excelling in scouting and skirmishing, rangers can survive for long periods in the wild and tend to engage in favorable engagements and gorilla fights, but strike with ruthless efficiency when forced into a direct engagement.

Ranger's Cloak, Steel Longsword, Elven Longbow, Quiver & Arrows, Leather Armor with some plates (Shin, wrist, pauldrons), Dagger, Hatchet, throwing knives.

???
To Be Determined...

[FrogRFlowR]

@Sleeth

Hey, I saw your question too late - you wrote that very fast ahaha. It's fine to play an undead, especially in the Concept of the RP when you're possessed by a god's essence.

I will proceed - probably today - to reading all the characters again and all that stuff so we can possibly start soon. :)