[OOC] Revue of Annihilation

[ERode]

𝕊𝕖𝕖𝕜 𝕚𝕥, 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕧𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕚𝕥, 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕣𝕤𝕥 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕚𝕥, 𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕦𝕘𝕘𝕝𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕖𝕚𝕫𝕖 𝕚𝕥.
𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕟𝕠𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕕𝕖𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕠 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕘𝕖 𝕒 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣!

✦

The Thousand-Faced God was slain by the Perishing Star, and with their death, their divinity spilled out to the world, granting unto mortals the gift of magic. At the same time, the lance that slew such a deity pierced into the very heart of the planet, rotting it from within. From that hole, that Abyss, monsters rose, wrecking havoc throughout the lands.

Thus, the Godless Era began.

Civilization became patchwork as monsters infested the lands, cities and villages connected only by adventurers and merchants’ guilds. Few nations can boast a dominion over anything beyond what the eye can see, and with the fall of the divine came the end of divine mandates. Revolutions sparked by the arcane gift ended dynasties or caused the tyrant’s fist to tighten into a chokehold. Meanwhile, the city-state of Oratorio stands at the forefront of the Abyss, having built great walls around the giant hole to block off any monsters that may climb out from the labyrinthian structure that remained after the lance’s exterior had crumbled away.

Explorers plunge into its depths in search of great treasures, or to simply hunt the monsters within for their body parts, dense as monstrous flesh is in arcane power. It is this double-edged sword that had made Oratorio the powerhouse of a city-state that it currently is. But the monsters of the deeper layers can only be driven back, not slain, and the capability of the mortals remain limited still.

You, however, are different.

You possess a Spark within you. A single aspect of the Thousand-Faced God has been grafted upon your soul by fortune and fate, and it is in following the pull of the Spark that you’ve ended up in Oratorio. For within the Abyss, there is one more thing that can be found: Ichor, the radiance that kindles the Spark, that furthers your divine power.

Your blessing grants Divine Protection upon those who pledge to follow you.

Your favour grants Grace upon those whom you see fit to become your champions, allowing them to surpass the limits of their mortal forms.

Your presence grants Miracles subtle and overt, expressing a supernatural influence over the world in the absence of its God.

Through this sublime capability, gather followers and allies, capital and Ichor. Extend your domain and plunge into the depths. Be the guiding hand that grants glory and immortality to your paladins. Until the Spark becomes an Inferno and you claim that empty Throne. Until the End comes once more, and the Perishing Star arrives to claim the heart of another Divine.

But know too, that until you Ascend, you remain mortal.

And the Spark within your soul can be stolen by another still.

The Ichor-Blessed

Mortals whom, through a twist of fate or the clattering of dice, have encountered a relic possessing a fragment of the Thousand-Faced God. That fragment, that Spark, had transferred from the relic into their soul, grafting upon it the gift of a singular divine domain, the aspect in which their powers manifest.

The Domain of Wealth may grant business acumen and a propensity for uncovering treasures.

The Domain of War may grant tactical and strategic genius and the ability to seize the hearts of warriors.

The Domain of Water may grant the ability to read the waves and the clouds, to uncover wells in deserts.

Through this instilled divinity, one can share such blessings with followers. One can fragment their divinity to raise Paladins. Ichor strengthens your Spark, while Grace weakens it. Miracles alter the world, while Divine Protection safeguards your flock. Through hard work, your following will grow, granting you the ability to ascend further as an Ichor-Blessed.

But though your Paladins may be individuals possessing unnatural power, though you yourself may move the clouds with a wave of your hands or command armies numbering in the thousands, do not forget.

The easiest way to ascend as an Ichor-Blessed is not by gradually gathering Ichor from the Abyss or from your followers' Offerings, but by ripping it out from the beating hearts of your rivals.

The Paladins

Mortals who have bound their lives to serving an Ichor-Blessed. A fragment of a Spark serves to ignite their soul, and from that point onwards, they have the potential to become heroes. The proof of their deeds is seared upon their back, and they possess Skills that grant them an advantage over unmarked mortals, Skills born from the legends that they had craft for themselves.

Most importantly, however, Paladins universally gain more strength from overcoming trials and tribulations. So long as they survive, so long as they’re successful in their endeavors, greater deeds are ascribed to them, and greater Grace can be bestowed upon them. Their potential is crystallized by hardship and the Ichor-Blessed’s will, until they truly are heroes.

Zealous loyalty, however, is not part of the relationship between the Paladin and the Ichor-Blessed. Though the Ichor-Blessed possesses the ability to sever their connection to a Paladin, fundamentally rendering the Grace within them inert, Grace, once given, can not be retrieved.

Thus, it is a dangerous thing for an Ichor-Blessed to manufacture terrible trials too overtly for their Paladins to oppose, no matter how much character can be built through suffering.

Oratorio

It is at once a city and at once a fortress, the frontier and the capital. Great walls surround the Abyss, that labyrinth formed from a god-slaying spear, but perhaps greater darkness lingers within the city itself. No king rules Oratorio, only a coalition of guilds, organizations, academies, and gangs, and with neither law nor order, the rules that govern the city fluctuate from block to block and are too-often a mutable thing.

So long as you have either strength or money, you may act as you wish.

So long as you have neither, you’ll be nothing more than a cog for another.

Great disparities persist on all levels and Oratorio is a cesspool of brewing tensions, prevented from breaking out into open warfare only by the knowledge that the first to draw their sword may very well be charged at by all sides and swallowed whole. And yet, people still travel to the city, still dream of the heights they can rise. For within this merciless meritocracy, a lucky break can send you to heights you’ve never dreamed of. And if you fail? Well, the worse that can happen to you is still only death.

As the Ichor-Blessed enter this city though, whether to start their own following within the backstreets or to seek out existing guilds to join and then coup, it is inevitable that Oratorio will change.

Map

Oratorio is a three-layered city where social stratification is incredibly visible.

The Outer Layer (denoted with 'O') comprise of those misfortunate souls who've just entered Oratorio and found themselves with little left except for their bodies, their labour. In featureless, blocky buildings with hardly any concern for health or personal space, the people here make do with what little they can get. The most needy of them all live in the Underpass, taking shelter in the covered route that newer Adventurers take to go from the Outer Layer into the Adventurers' District.

The Royal Road (denoted with 'G'), of course, is an elevated cityscape where the houses are spacious and beautiful, the wares are luxurious, and the people beautiful. There are guarded pathways heading uphill that'll bring you up to the Royal Road, and the guardsmen present, under the directive of the Guilds who employ them, regularly filter out anyone simply doesn't look like they belong. The elevated nature of the Royal Road is why the Underpass exists to begin with: recognizing that there is a need for movement between the Outer Layer and the Adventurer's District, civil engineers built covered pathways for people to travel through, and those same pathways became the last place where the desperate and unhoused can rest.

The Adventurer's District (denoted with 'A') feeds, supplies, and occasionally is home to those who seek to make their fortune within the Abyss. Plenty of options for entertainment exist there, as well as merchants who will happily exchange coin for materials. There is a bawdiness present, of course, an atmosphere that makes people hopeful and excited. But there are churches present too, who perform funeral rites at a discount if you bring in multiple people. There are couriers too, who specialize in delivering the last words of the fallen to family and friends. There are clinics, perpetually understaffed and overcapacity.

[ERode]

Discord invite. Expires in 7 days.

[Izurich]

Note: Preapproved in the Interest Check.

Almagest

ALMAGEST

Human | 56 | Male | 188cm (6'2") | 85kg (187lbs)
0th Circle | Stars / Celestial Bodies | ♫

Born Klaudios Athanatos, the Ichor-Blessed Master of the Stellar Domain was once mere mortal, just like most. Klaudios was the younger of two brothers, the second son of a pair of merchants. His family was quite well-off, not to the extent of nobles and royals, no, but certainly a cut above peasants and laborers. As a result, he had a good childhood, with proper education and upbringing, something that was taken for granted by most. He had never been orphaned or subjected to any traumatic experience. Really, there was nothing to write home about his early years, but that in itself was notable in its own.

Naturally, his parents expected for him and his older brother to continue the family business once they came of age, however, unlike his economically talented and thrifty older brother, Klaudios' passions lie elsewhere. As far back as he could remember, Klaudios always had his gaze set above, toward the infinite stars dotting the boundless aether. While his parents and brother were busy counting coins, he engrossed himself in observing celestial bodies, while they tried to find the most profitable venture, Klaudios attempted to divine the meaning of each constellation. The rest of his family might be satisfied with earthly endeavors, but not Klaudios, the aether was where he belonged.

As a result, after his parents passed away peacefully in their old age, Klaudios' brother was the one who continued the family business, he and his own family now that he had a wife and children of his own. Meanwhile, the younger Athanatos still had his neck craned upwards. Ever the estranged uncle, his only companion was an orphan dragonkin girl named 'Frederika' that he hired as his assistant as his limited mortal body still required to be maintained. Due to the regular contact, they became a surrogate family of sorts.

Over the decades, now well into his 50s, Klaudios' ambition only grew, he was no longer satisfied with being a mere human, confined within a flesh vessel full of limitations, if only he could become one with the stars...

One day, in a stroke of fate, his prayers were answered as a piece of a falling meteor - no bigger than a gold coin - fell right into him. The celestial projectile smashed through the telescope Klaudios was using, then continued all the way through into his eye, embedded deep in his skull. By all logical explanations, he should be dead, severed from his mortal coil, and to be fair, it could be true depending on how one looked at what happened next. At that moment, Klaudios Athanatos was no more... and in his place, Almagest the Ichor-Blessed, Master of the Domain of the Stars. While the "newborn" entity shared Klaudios' memories, experience, and parts of his personality, it'd not be erroneous to say that they were an entirely new person.

As Almagest, he knew what must be done, the path to true divinity was possible, he must gather more ichor to one day ascend as the One and True God, and through this Divine Ascension, the very stars would be within his grasp...

But he couldn't do so alone, a journey must be made, trials and tribulations to conquer, allies to gather, and there was no better place to start than Oratorio, the Fortress-City That Watches the Abyss.

It was a star that once ended the Thousand-Faced God, thus twas' only fitting that a star would ascend as the next.

Path to Ascension

0th Circle Ichor-Blessed

❖ Ichor: 0
❖ Wealth: 0
❖ Paladins: 1
❖ Followers: 0
❖ Resources: None
❖ Artifacts: None
❖ Property: None

Divine Protection of the Stars

❖ Stellar Navigation: When directly exposed to the starlit sky, one will always be instinctively aware of the four cardinal directions.

Starting Benefit

❖ Treasured Companion: 1 Paladin. You've granted your Grace upon someone whom you trust deeply.

Paladins:

Frederika

FREDERIKA

Dragonkin | 28 | Female | 148cm (4'10") | 45kg (99lbs)
Tier 1 Paladin | Dragon Brawler | ♫

Unlike her employer - and eventually, surrogate father - Klaudios, Frederika had no parents, no childhood, and no education. As far back as the Black Dragonkin could remember, she was a street urchin who had to fend off hunger, cold, and rival kids all on her own, scavenging or stealing just to survive day to day. That was until she decided to infiltrate a random house to steal a basket of bread, only to find out that it was occupied by a single resident, a human man... and he was slumped over next to a telescope, barely even breathing.

Taken by morbid curiosity, Frederika went to check on the man, finding out that he was gravely ill. The dragonkin urchin was no doctor, but going from personal experience, she knew what a fever was. Curiosity turned to pity as she decided to take care of the man, while also making herself at home in his house of course, hey, take it as payment for her services.

Once he got better, the man introduced himself as Klaudios Athanatos, Astrologist, and much to Frederika's surprise, he decided to 'hire' her as his 'assistant', whatever that was, but if that meant free food and lodging? She'd be a fool to refuse.

Days turned to months, months to years, and years to decades as the once 8-year-old dragonkin blossomed into a bright young woman, and it was all thanks to Master Klaudios or Almagest as he called himself nowadays, but she wasn't surprised at the development, he was nothing but eccentric after all.

Nevertheless, whatever Master Almagest wished, Divine Ascension or whatever, she'd make it into a reality or die trying.

Skills

❖ Undying Loyalty - Incredibly resistant to mind-control effects that'll force her to attack her own allies.

Grades

STR - I | END - I | DEX - I | AGI - I | MAG - I

[ERode]

God-date:
Domain of Stars, already completed.
Domain of Id, as sexy bartender man.
Domain of Thieves.
Domain of Light, probably gonna be a big tiddy milf based off of the person claiming it.
Domain of Time.
Domain of Preservation, originally Ancestral Worship.
Domain of Civilization, though maybe Wealth.
Domain of Souls, though not on Discord yet.
Domain of Law, only briefly forgotten.

[ERode]

Looking at it, you just need one battle-focused Domain and you could probably grief the entire lobby huhuhu.

[ERode]

Law has fallen, and Nature has taken its place.

[ERode]

New Starter Perk has been set up, to accommodate a particular character.

Personal Refinement - Tier 3 capabilities in a particular craft or art. Before become Ichor-Blessed, you had already refined your skills to the limits of a mundane mortal.

Basically means that your own character can be very good at doing a particular 'mundane' thing. As a general ballpark thingy, if you have a Tier 3 combat skill, you'll be better than the median Adventurer in Oratorio.

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Also announcing here that IC will start on Feb 17ish, most likely.

[Kero]

Ananta Aroa

Ananta Aroa

Human | 24 | Female | 5'5" | 130 lbs
0th Circle | Time | Theme

An adventurer, of sorts.

Ananta had never been a particularly good one, she would reluctantly admit.

Certainly, she'd accomplished some rather impressive things, for someone of her strength and age...

But it had always come down to luck. It had always, always come down to having been in the right place at the right time.

Always at the right moment to secure a kill, always at the right moment to be called instrumental, always at the right moment to take the glory... but very rarely had she done any of it on purpose.

Pure luck, that Ananta found herself piercing the skull of a towering beast. She had been a last minute arrival to the scene, and yet...

Pure chance, that the a head of a leader was sliced off. Deciding to leave the head of the enemy to the others, she who stayed at the back, it was she who was called instrumental, and yet...

Pure coincidence, that she so often found herself with all the glory. Others offered her thanks for her deeds, even those who should have realized that the glory was theirs, and yet...

"Ah, so the Hero of Kamal joins us!" No, she was not the hero of that battle, she thinks. "Haha, it is good to see you don't forget your roots, Ananta, joining us for something so trivial!" No, she never left her roots, she thinks. "With someone of your skill by our side, victory will surely be ours!" No, it is not her skill that will win them the day, she thinks.

It is truly amazing, she thinks, how simply being in the right place at the right time can ascend someone so far. Someone who should have died a pointless death, someone who should have amounted to nothing, someone who is as average as they come... She has no right to stand where she does, on the shoulders of giants... And yet, this is where she has been placed.

And now, in place of her heartbeat, all she can hear is the ticking of a clock.

There is only one thing for it.

"... Off to Oratorio, old friend?" Yes, she says. I have been blessed.

"Bah, what are you doing, letting me stop such a journey!" That you might deter her from this path, she thinks.

"That carriage down the way- yes, that one there! It's off to the fortress city, and soon!" She had waited so long on purpose, she doesn't say.

"Go on now, don't let this old town hold you overlong!" Ah, but she would rather it did, she thinks.

"All I would ask, is that you do not forget us, my friend! Your story will surely be one for the ages!" Ah, but it is her who should be thankful to have been more than anything more than a footnote in theirs, she thinks.

"You have ever been a wonderful companion, and it is a shame that our paths must split here, but that is what a path is want to do!" Theirs' was a path she was never meant to cross, she thinks...

But, despite it all, she is glad that it did.

"Until we meet again, my friend! Until we meet again!" And, of course, she says just the same.

Thus, the hero departs, to continue her journey further than any she'd known had taken their own.

Thus, the fraud departs, forever trapped in the image of something that she sees not.

Path To Ascension

0th Circle Ichor-Blessed

Ichor: 0
Wealth: 0
Followers: 0
Resources: 5 Supplies, 5 Gear, 5 Medicine
Artifacts: None
Property: None.

Divine Protection of Time
Know the Forever Forward March - A perfect internal clock. Regardless of circumstance, any who follow the time warden will know the exact time. No longer will you unknowingly miss your appointment. Instead, despair in knowing that you will. There is nothing you can do to make that carriage move any faster.

Starting Benefit
Adventurer's Kit - 5 Supplies, 5 Gear, 5 Medicine [Resources] An adventurer of many years. Though she wouldn't consider herself much above the average, she knows full well the preparations needed for such a journey, and prepared accordingly.

[ERode]

The Thousand-Faced God is viewed in an almost entirely positive light. The era that preceded the Godless Era was one where everyone spoke the same language to a tee, there were no monsters, and people all knew that they worshipped the same being in the end, so there wasn't as extreme of religious shit-fuckery.

When the Thousand-Faced God died, there was a period of "wow, our omnipotent deity really just fucking died and ended up leaving us with a complicated world and a fuckton of monsters who are gonna eat our faces off", but that period didn't last long, as it became 'clear' that the death of the Thousand-Faced God meant that their divine body became nourishment for the people, granting them the strength to eventually fight back against the monsters.

Basically, in the current year, it's like...

The past was GREAT. And everything positive now has to do with the Thousand-Faced God helping us out even when bro's fucking dead and food for the worms. Everything negative (decay of society, monsters from the Abyss, loss of perfectly unified language) is obviously the fault of the Perishing Star.

text dump regarding modern views of the Thousand-Faced God.

[ERode]

@Kero


Yah, that works out for me. Remember this for me in the future: Ananta's little town is relatively close to Oratorio, and serves as a relatively well-visited travel hub before prospective adventurers hit the last leg of their journey to Oratorio, and their personal effects take the long trip back to their hometowns.

[Asuras]

Sebi, Lazy "Goddess" of Light

Sebi

"Have you much more to say? I'm growing weary of your trifles."

Kitsune | 38 | Female | 179 cm (5'10) | ??? kg
0th Circle | Domain of Light

"Where I came from? My past? My, such a large question. Do you want the long or short of it -no, had you a tail like mine, I'm sure it would be wagging. You want the long version!

Short version it is then.

I hail from a place a long ways away, suffice it to say. A place of restless haunts and roiling elementals. It sounds awful, and truly it was -until I saved our wonderful city from its worst! There were others involved, of course, but I didn't earn my title of Goddess for paltry contributions, I'll have you know. Oh how they loved me. And I wouldn't have done otherwise. The greatest city one could know.

Our poor city was once subject to all manner of lowly creatures stalking the nights and throwing catastrophe about. A horrid mage had cursed the land in his dying breath, and it had attracted every distasteful thing from around the region. We suffered it for a time, but in the meanwhile, I and my fellow priests and priestesses hatched a plan to shelter the city. Removing the curse was beyond our abilities, unfortunately. That wretched mage was a powerful one, to be sure. No luck in that regard.

With our exceptional team, though, we managed to forge a shield that kept out the worst of the creepies outside. No more did we have to keep vigilant for murderous shadows and blazing spirits. The odd goblin snuck inside here and there, but our nightmarish days were behind us then! Due in no small part to yours truly, my dear. Heaps of praise were levied upon me, and I spent my hard-earned effort in the best way possible, then:

Doing nothing!

Even as do-nothing bum, my reputation persisted alongside the persistence of the shield. I cannot begin to describe the amount of free food I was privilege to. Ah, and all of the men who threw themselves at me! All gone now... Poor me, living now in this squalor... it's a tragedy you cannot imagine! But, it's what I have to live with if I'm to see my true potential be revealed.

You see, not long ago, a strange thing happened while I was resting in the gardens of our temple. This light... immaculate as can be, like the rays you see twinkling down within the break of a raincloud, rippled above the temple. I was mesmerized at its beauty. It truly is difficult to describe. I was charmed, and felt compelled to reach out when it had surged into a brightness that looked as if solid to the touch. And then... I felt it. The light was of a warmth alien to this world, and it touched me as much as I had touched it... No, more than that. It seeped into my very being.

...

I've blathered on, haven't I? I promised a short version, my bad! Anyways -after that day, I felt a singular compulsion to venture here, oh so far from my people. My staunchest supporter came with me -my daughter you see- and therein we have set upon making this divine spark in me shine. I'll be a goddess someday soon, just you wait. I already have the spirit for it, after all!"

Path to Ascension

0th Circle Ichor-Blessed

❖ Ichor: 0
❖ Wealth: 0
❖ Paladins: 1
❖ Followers: 0
❖ Resources: None
❖ Artifacts: None
❖ Property: None

Divine Protection of Light

❖ Darkward: In darkness, you are always accompanied by a light that illuminates your immediate surroundings.

Starting Benefit

❖ Treasured Companion: 1 Paladin. You've granted your Grace upon someone whom you trust deeply.

Paladins

Sumiye

Sumiye

Kitsune | 19 | Female | 167 cm (5'6) | 62 kg (138 lbs)
Tier 1 Paladin | Exorcist

But one of several children to the priestess Sebi, Sumiye remains her mother's most stalwart protégé... if perhaps only due to her mother's flippant attitude towards the rest of her offspring after having gone through raising one, let alone others. Still, it is due to that rare dedication Sebi showed to her first-born that Sumiye kept the strong familial tie.

As the daughter of the city's most exceptional (in more ways than one, Sumiye often gripes) priestess, Sumiye naturally gravitated towards following after the talent of her mother and took up a spiritual role, honing her skills as an exorcist, healer, and all-round boon to the citizens of her home.

When her mother came to her speaking of 'destiny' in many large words, Sumiye knew that her most recent bender of sloth and gluttony had finally finished, and she was ready to go out and do something better with her life... for however long it'd last. It became clearer that this incident was no mere clockwork change, however, when her mother expressed an odd power beyond that which she'd known for so long. There was more to this. Following her mother to a city called "Oratorio", therein they would achieve greater purpose -now as the hopeful chrysali of a divine destiny.

Skills

❖ Spirit-sense - Sumiye has an uncanny sense for the presence of undead nearby, and can pick out their general location down to a block or individual abode.

Grades

STR - I | END - I | DEX - I | AGI - I | MAG - I

[ERode]

@Asuras
Dang, willingly turning all your followers into glowies.

No complaints though. Don't get jumped.

[OwO]

She entered boobily

The Backstreet Queen: Talia of Roses
^{"Do you think you have what it takes to be a merry man?"}

Human | 24 | Female | 175cm (5'9") | 64.5kg (148 lbs.)
0th Circle | Thieves

The nameless girl born in a bordello by the sea. She never knew her mother nor of the world beyond the bordello. The admiralty made it that way. She only had three comforts in her life: the smell of flowers that gave respite against the salt breeze, the exaggerated stories from patrons, and the company of the others who had been born in the bordello.

Of course, her story would not have remarkable if she lived her life inside of the bordello. The admiralty had been besieged by pirates. Though, such an act was not unusual. It was a mere change in management. Such was the way of life for those in a port town. If it weren't the monsters, it would be whichever fleet that had decided to lay claim to the town.

One of the bordello's new patrons had arrived with treasures in hand. Items that had since found their way to pirates in a miscellaneous trove. One of them spoke to her. It begged with her. It pleaded with her. It wanted her to grasp it from its owner. It whispered the stories that she would create if she just took it.

And so she did. When the patron was asleep, she grabbed it. It was a mere silver band among diamonds and gold; it was unnoticeable if it was taken, especially from a man who had been drunk enough to forget which pieces of jewellery he gave to which cocettes. It seared her soul when she grasped it. It taught her that all she needed to do to create her own story was take. Take, take, take.

With dreams of grandeur, she left the bordello. Onward to Oratorio she went. She'd make her own story there.

With silver tongue, she enchanted a band of merry men. Outsider thieves who found a glimmer of hope in her story.

With self-ascribed name, she envisioned the story that would make her the Backstreet Queen--the patron of Oratorio's thieves.

Path to Ascension

0th Circle Ichor-Blessed

♥ Ichor: 0
♥ Wealth: 0
♥ Followers: 5
♥ Resources: 0
♥ Artifacts: None
♥ Property: None

Divine Protection of Thieves

♥ Gentle Touch - Followers have a divinely gentle touch, especially when near other's pockets and purses.

Starting Benefit

♥ Band of Brothers - 5 Followers. Those you met on the way were moved or manipulated by you to joining your cause.

[ERode]

@OwO
Yah, what works works. No donkey is a cowardly choice, ofc. Toss 'er in the Characters tab.

Do you have a general descriptor of what her five followers are like? Age range n all.

[OwO]

Yah, what works works. No donkey is a cowardly choice, ofc. Toss 'er in the Characters tab.

Do you have a general descriptor of what her five followers are like? Age range n all.

@ERode

Pretty much just Robin Hood's merry men. Thieves with enough honor to be chaotic good instead of maniacs.

Like 15-40 for their age.

[ERode]

When Ichor-Blessed see each other in person, they immediately recognize each others' game. They would not know each other's Domain unless it's physical obvious, and they would only have a vague sense of how divine each other are.

The experience, as such:

[Izurich]

When Ichor-Blessed see each other in person, they immediately recognize each others' game. They would not know each other's Domain unless it's physical obvious, and they would only have a vague sense of how divine each other are.

@ERode

What about Paladins vs Paladins and Paladins vs Ichor-Blessed (and vice versa)? 🙂

[ERode]

Naw. Paladins are clueless, unless they have a specific skill that'd assist in that. Outside of a Paladin just flagrantly displaying things that are well beyond mortal capability (which everyone right now is fairly far away from), you wouldn't be able to really look into a crowd and know at a glance.

That being said, Followers of the same Domain as the Paladin would know 'em when they see 'em.

[Izurich]

Naw. Paladins are clueless, unless they have a specific skill that'd assist in that. Outside of a Paladin just flagrantly displaying things that are well beyond mortal capability (which everyone right now is fairly far away from), you wouldn't be able to really look into a crowd and know at a glance.

That being said, Followers of the same Domain as the Paladin would know 'em when they see 'em.

@ERode

Okay, so generally:
Ichor-Blessed -> Ichor-Blessed: Ping
Ichor-Blessed -> Paladin: No Ping

Paladin -> Paladin: No Ping
Paladin -> Ichor-Blessed: No Ping

Follower -> Ichor-Blessed / Paladin: Ping if same domain, otherwise No Ping

[Estylwen]

Hey ya'll. :> I got a little something written up, please lemme know how it looks, ERode.

Elys Adair

Elys Adair

Human | 27 | Female | 5’5 | 120 lbs.
0th Circle | Void

Elys grew up with her family in the woods. The nearest village was a half hour walk, where her mother would go to bring necessary supplies like medicine. Besides That, her home had everything it needed for them to live in moderate comfort - a garden, and a couple chickens.

Elys was born blind, and only knew the comfort of home, the sound of the chicken, the voices of her parents as an only child. She was happy.

At least, until they got raided. One night, bandits came down from the mainland, ravaging the nearby village, and finding their home. Elys was told to hide under the loose floorboards, and she held her breath. Horrifying sounds she heard, horrifying screams as the raiders killed her parents and set her home ablaze. Elys kept herself hidden as long as possible before she throw aside the floorboards and fled her home, tripping over overturned furniture and cutlery.

The raiders left with the chickens and the harvest, and Elys was alone. She lived in the smoking ruins of her home for some time, finding the bones of her parents and burying them. Then, she began to wander, uncovering her father's sword and trying to make a life for herself.

It was then she felt such strong bloodlust and revenge for the raiders who stole everything from her. She could still hear their voices in her mind, and swore she'd find them and end them one by one.

She received practice with the sword when wolves started to prey on her at night. It was this practiced listening and striking that Elys began to experience independence for the first time in her life. It terrified her to the core, but she soon got used to the adrenaline rush, started to look forward to when the wolves would come by. She found she already had some talent with the sword anyway.

If was a few years of wandering that she felt she had honed her skills enough, working as a monster-slayer of low grade monsters.

But she felt she had hit a cap, and she stopped improving. She didnt have enough power, and her lack of sight impeded her from taking on stronger bounties. This was when she began to pray fervently for the power to avenge her family.

And, one night, she saw a dream where she was walking up the narrow stairs. She knew there was a throne at the end of the circling staircase, and she felt such anticipation. Then she awoke, and something felt different. She could see. Except it was more of a feeling, a sense within her, extending up to a radius of about 10 meters.

No longer inhibited by her eyes, rather, she was now empowered by her eyes, she took her travels to the next level, and found herself in Oratorio.

Path to Ascension

0th Circle Ichor-Blessed

Ichor: 0
Wealth: 0
Followers: 0
Resources: Personal Refinement (Sword skills.)
Artifacts: None.
Property: None.

Divine Protection of Void

Domain of the Void - Like black holes affecting one another, Elys can feel the effect of gravity and its interactions with other forces. For example, she can feel how large of a mass (a person) is moving across a surface (the world) as it moves towards her. Smaller or joined objects, however, tend to blend together.

Starting Benefit

Personal Refinement - Tier 3 capabilities in a particular craft or art. Before becoming Ichor-Blessed, you had already refined your skills to the limits of a mundane mortal.