[OOC] Chronicles Of Enduwin ~ Fantasy RP ~ Roleplay Thread

[Darkmatter]

So what I'm thinking here is the usual; a big bad, a group of people attempting to stop said big bad. However, I'd like to tackle things in a more mature fashion. Themes of death, love, sex, poverty, racism and others will be included. It may seem like standard fantasy fair but I'm aiming for the same tone as the Witcher setting. Anyone interested?

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The limited formatting features, meaning a lack of things like coloring, font, size etc make all this info harder to lay out and organise. I'll do my best for now but once the forum is fully functional again I'll be sprucing up this post and any further information.
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Much appreciation to Titania for the map!

Origin Story

Gather round, weary travellers and hear the tale of a land called Enduwin. Aeons old and full of power, Enduwin is a land worth telling of.
Long ago, before the first fires of man or elf, Enduwin was ignited. From nothing, sparked something. A vast sprawling plain of land surrounded on all sides by nothingness; still. In the centre of nothingness, creation had been created.

In the beginning, the land was small. Enduwin was ne'er more than a patch of rolling plains adrift in the void. Yet, Enduwin had more than just a physical identity. Most of what Enduwin was took a far more concentrated from. Nine great beings walked on Enduwin in the time before time, each a part of the world itself. These nine Gods were the true identity of Enduwin for each contained an equal part of the world's essence.

In their youth, these deities were happy to frolic on Enduwin and experiment with the great sway they held over the land. They learned what they could accomplish and sought knowledge from each other, forming bonds and discovering the nature of their existence and their bond to the land. Each learned that by committing a part of themselves to the land that the land grew, it evolved and become more exuberant and diverse.

Farriga was the first to ascend, discontent with the void of nothingness' constant encroachment on their everlasting joy of existence. Farriga was a headstrong creature, a powerful mother figure among the first nine. She committed herself to protecting Enduwin and began to transfer her essence to its borders to protect it. Great swathes of ocean were born with each piece of herself that Farriga gave. Thus, the Encircling Ocean was formed, forever to protect Enduwin from the void.
The other Deities knew that Farriga would soon give up all that remained of herself and nothing could keep her on Enduwin. Only at the depths of their search for something to save their beloved mother, did Solas and Dúv have the inspiration necessary. They concluded to build a new plane of existence, separate to Enduwin and enable Farriga to exist there after she had committed herself to Enduwin. The brothers disagreed on its construction and set about creating it before each other. The result was two new planes, Neyav, created as a beacon of light by Solas, and Ifreann, a land of silence and shadow created by Dúv. Both believed their creation to be the best place for their mother.
The others, however, believed Neyav was more suitable and this is where Farriga was sent as she passed from Enduwin. Dúv accepted the decision but, became isolated and distant from his siblings.

Now safer than ever, the deities began to really test their power. Trayig was the next to leave this plane of existence as he gave himself to the land. He had had a brilliant idea, but would not have been able to undertake the task himself. Naduir, his sweet sister, promised to experiment with his idea after his passing. Trayig's commitment to the land left behind vast tracks of sand and earth. From this divine land, Naduir moulded the first animal and breathed life into. Nature had been born.
The others immediately became interested in this new creation, this fascinating thing which reacted so vividly to their actions. All began shaping creatures from Trayig's precious remains, and Naduir birthed them all with life. Dúv was the only one who didn't create, he only destroyed. Dúv thought it was a disrespect, these creatures shouldn't walk the land created for them or the land created by them. No amount of coercion or testimony could convince the darkest god otherwise.

The others become aware that passing on to Neyav and observing life would be best. From there they could watch and learn, and be together, with all their former power. It was agreed that each of the seven who remained would create as many types of life as they could before they would pass on, by committing themselves to Enduwin. Dúv refused to create but received another request from the others instead. They asked their brother, as a way of reparation, to allow life that passed from Enduwin to move onto Ifreann. Dúv was delighted, this life would pass, and it would finally give his Ifreann a purpose and leave Enduwin free and pure.

Deceit is not something that is synonyms with deities but the others had lied to Dúv. They had not informed him that Naduir's passing would commit her gift to Enduwin itself and that life would now create life.
Jungles, forests, tundra, mountains and volcanoes. Enduwin had doubled in size time and time again with each passing of the first nine. Only Dúv remained. He remained to oversee the fall of life. However, it was not long before the treachery of this siblings was discovered. Life was being created anew constantly, and Ifreann didn't house the passed dead, it housed those not deemed honourable enough to join his siblings in Neyav. Dúv was furious, he had been betrayed deeper than he thought imaginable and life was going to pay for it.

Rage. Chaos. Destruction. They all rained down upon Enduwin and its inhabitants. Distraught, the others knew Dúv would render Enduwin a wasteland as long as it meant it was empty. Something had to be done, and it was, for the second time, Farriga, who saved Enduwin from ensuing demise. Farriga passed from Neyav into the void. It was not possible to construct another plain, and Farriga knew this. She left herself to the vast nothingness in order to allow her children to temporarily transit back to Enduwin.
Without haste Dúv's siblings apprehended him and locked him away. They couldn't force him to commit himself to Enduwin and so they constructed a prison in Ifreann for him where he would dwell for all eternity. Built from a portion of all their essences, Dúv could never escape.
Content, the others returned to Neyav, leaving Enduwin for the last time.

Life was free to develop, evolve and prosper, eventually leading to the pinnacle of these adaptive processes, the Farrgorm.

Pantheon Of Nine

Farriga

Farriga

Farriga is regarded as the All-mother of Enduwin. While each deity was made equal, Farriga assumed a motherly and caring position for them all. She made the first ultimate sacrifice and committed herself to protecting Enduwin. She now resides as much in the oceans as she does in Neyav, beyond the thought of most who now roam Enduwin. She is the embodiment of nurturing and healing, and is treasured amongst clerics and field doctors specifically.

Naduir

Naduir

The Goddess of Enduwin’s life and nature, Naduir is the progenitor of all life on Enduwin. It is her gift which allows a little bit of divine essence to linger in what are the remains of her brother. Life wasn't her idea, but it was her doing. She is the Nine which has the deepest connection to life and is the one whom observes it with the most tentative gaze.

Lasair

Lasair

God of Fire and rejuvenation, Lasair is the most powerful of the Gods, from a raw power point. Responsible for gifting Awth-gnúth and War to life he is revered by travelling merchants and soldiers especially. Lasair believed conflict was a natural part of evolution and progress. The God of flames was the only one brave enough to forge land in the encircling ocean. While the others spread the coasts of Enduwin, Lasair travelled far out across his All Mother, and with some of Trayig's remains forge a new land in fire. Much smaller than Enduwin, Bolecawn, provided a place of solitude for the god to think his own thoughts when needed. The island of fire, is still there today. A towering rock of volcanic activity. Lasair left much of his essence to life.

Gweeha

Gweeha

Gweeha is the meditator among the other deities. When arguments arise, her subtle airs and graces calm the situation. Capable of the softest of breezes and the strongest of storms. Along with Lasair, Gweeha left much of her essence with the life of Enduwin and its magic users. The goddess of wind still carved large tracts of land. Immensely flat land, where the whispers of her winds are still heard.

Solas

Solas

Solas is considered by most to be the All Father of Enduwin. While initially no different to any of the others. Solas established himself as a firm leader and knowledgeable consult. His saving of Farriga cemented his position as head of the group. Like The All-Mother, the All Father committed himself more to the void than to Enduwin itself. Enough of him resides in Neyav for him to function but most of him hangs in the void about Enduwin, casting brilliant light upon his beloved land for as long as possible. Every day however, Solas needs to rest and as he does plunges the land below into darkness until he rises again. Of all the deities, he is the one most guilt ridden by what happened with Dúv.

Dúv

Dúv

The betrayed and the betrayer. Known by many names, Dúv is most likely the most known of all deities, because he is the most feared. Children are told cautionary tales of being locked in Dúv's Tower at the heart of Ifreann if they don't do what their told. Realistically, most people believe that if they lead a bad life, the Ifreann is where they will end up. Dúv himself is immobile locked at the pinnacle of the tower. His mind races, delirious from aeons of isolation and self-torture. Loathing and spite fume from the locked God. At the base of the tower many of the denizens of Ifreann have constructed a town and a port. Many attempt to sail across the Sea of Death, thinking it is the Encircling Ocean and will carry them back to Enduwin. Many others worship the God that they now conclusively know exists, and are locked away with.

Tintrayach

Tintrayach

Tintrayach is one of the lesser known Gods. This is rather ironic, considering he is one of the most active in Enduwin. Only a small portion of Tintrayach passed to Neyav, most remained in the skies of Enduwin, controlling and manipulating the climate to keep things stable. For this, his siblings passed some of their essence onto him. One of his most known activities in stirring up storms in the Encircling Ocean to deter any pirate ships travelling too close to Enduwin, and preventing mistaken travelers from venturing too far out to open sea.

Oiyaer

Oiyaer

Oiyaer, is probably one of the most respected deities in everyday life. High in the northern reaches of Enduwin, boreal forest gives way to sweeping tundra and at the end of these white vistas is a solid wall of ice. Oiyaer is the Goddess of ice and snow and the Gatekeeper. Beyond the wall, the impassable barrier made of her essence lies the way to Neyav. Only ice separates the two planes of existence but the wall is a kilometre in height, scraping the sky. This unbreakable curtain, The Gate, has attracted more settlement than one would think a barren tundra would beckon.

Trayig

Trayig

Trayig, is much like Farriga, in that no clear indication remains of what he may have looked like. The god of the Desert, Trayig is the spring of all life, the well form which nature sprung. Life was his idea. Without his entire commitment to Enduwin, life would not have been created the way it was nor diversified into the multitude of species seen today. His essence lives on in every life that exists in Enduwin. Only a small portion of the great god remains in Neyav. A desert is all the remains of the initial sand which Trayig committed to life.

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Geography

Map

The Plains of Origin: White

Plains Of Origin

Considered some of the most holy ground in Enduwin, to the faithful, The Plains of Origin are the original mass of Enduwin. There is little undulation in these grasslands and other than the desert they are the flattest part of Enduwin. The Plains have often served as a battle ground where tribes and nations from across Enduwin would meet in conflict. Despite the history of bloodshed, the Plains of Origin are still revered by many and are a symbol of the Pantheon to the legions of adherents.

Foraiysh Woods: Light Green

Foraiysh Woods

These woods are most of what Naduir left to Enduwin. The thick tree brush makes up much of central and mid-east Enduwin. Within these forests lies a bountiful variety of life. The woods are becoming a source of fuel and material as great nations rise up in Enduwin. Although certainly not in danger of disappearing, the woods are slowly shrinking.

DuFair: Dark Green

DuFair

Although technically a part of the woods. DuFair is a distinct region in itself. As part of Naduir's essence it is rich in vegetation. The land gets its distinction as being the only region of land that was committed to by Farriga before the Encircling Ocean. Lasair also had a hand in this region's creation. This mix of Deities causes the thickest vegetation growth in all of Enduwin. Intense heat coupled with torrential downpours promotes growth of towering trees and ensnaring vines. Only the most adaptable live is to be found in the depths of DuFair.

Encircling Ocean: Dark Blue

Encircling Ocean

The great protector, the never ending mistress of water. The Encircling Ocean is Farriga made corporal. Waters lap gently on the shores of Enduwin but further out to sea, the waters are ferocious. Great waves and relentless swell represent Farriga's endless battle with the void. Tintrayach causes minor storms closer to land to deter any would be explorers getting caught up in this monumental struggle.

Fuaere: Light Blue

Fuaere

Fuaere marks the boundary of greenery and ice. The southern parts have more foliage than snow whereas further north, the trees are scattered. Fuaere is said to be where Solas rests at night. During the long hours of darkness, a multicoloured luminescence appears in the skies above Fuaere. This phenomenon is said to be Solas recovering and gathering strength to bring the coming day. Fuaere features a larger variety of life than one would expect in a boreal climate.

Uacteir Balla: Blue

Uacteir Balla

Home of Oiyaer and the Gate, the frozen wasteland of Uacteir Balla is the least densely populated area of Enduwin. The area however, is the modern site of most pilgrimage. The Gate is the divide between Enduwin and Neyav, between mortal and God. Uacteir Balla is home to only a few scattered towns and cities which are built vertically up upon breaks in the ice.

Zephyr Plains: Orange

Zephyr Plains

Vast tracts of land carved out by Gweeha. These blank lands had sand and grass carried from the south and north, respectively by their creator. A mix of tall grasses and sandy soil, these plains take their name from the breeze of Gweeha which still blows there today, continually. While climatically nearly as hot DuFair and The Soul, Zephyr is much cooler thanks to this breeze. Wildlife here is ruthless, an exhibition of eat or be eaten.

Trayig's Soul: Brown

The Soul

The Soul was a once flat uniform layer of pure sand. Over millennia and use it has worn down, not least by the creation of life. Often referred to as the Cradle, even those non-believers agree that this is where life began. Stretching from the equator to the souther coast, Trayig's Soul is still a large part of Enduwin's landscape. It is lower set than much of Enduwin and the surrounding savannahs and forests feature steep inclines into the desert. Large outcrops of rock are now exposed, due to the erosion and use of soul sand.

Ju'ra: Purple

Ju’ra

Said to mean 'tear' in an ancient dialect, Ju'ra is the name given to the collection of islands off the West coast of Enduwin. Formed from the weeping of Tintrayach as Dúv was locked away. The storm god was upset at what things had come to pass and how one their own had acted so foul. The islands are inhabited today, and feature some of the rarest resources in Enduwin.

Bolecawn: Red

Bolecawn

Known to many simply as the island of fire, Bolecawn is dotted with several active volcanoes. The climate itself isn't overtly hot but the presence of the volcanoes, secondary vents and geysers certainly make the island feel like a furnace. Treacherous to say the least, only the most hardened explorers venture to Lasair's haven. Often, though, those that do take the risk, are rewarded with the rich mineral deposits that the island has to offer.

Olc Cairn - The Black Mountains: Black

Olc Cairn

A mark of pure rage left on the land. The Olc Cairn, the black mountains, are the only thing which Dúv left behind. As the betrayer was banished to Ifreann he rent the land around him and heaved it up at his siblings. Scarring the land, Dúv's work remained as the other deities left. These mountains are the most inhospitable part of Enduwin, a physical representation of hate. Devoid of soil and with almost no flat land, Olc Cairn is a permanent mark on the face Enduwin. Still, that hasn't stopped some settling there.
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On The Topic Of Magic

Arcania For The Mundane by Gregarious Fogs said
When quizzed on the matter of magic, most people will respond with some wish-wash such as 'Lucas down the square can make vegetables grow bigger'. When pressed further they will usually, most of them, not the dim ones mind, get to crux of the matter, the actual question. And they'll answer, they'll tell act as if I'm an idiot for asking such a seemingly obvious question. The sand of course I'm told! Yet when I ask how, what, when all I'm told is to quiet myself. It's the sand of Trayig.

However, in the past two decades of my life I have devoted countless hours, all of them in fact, to getting a deeper understanding of magic, not least of which my own. Indeed, as the common folk proclaim, it is the sand of Trayig. Or rather it was. The magical ability displayed by living beings is as a result of the original beings having been made out the very essence of the god. They were imbued with great power, sharing the power of Trayig. However, that power hasn't grown in the untold years since. Nor has it itself waned. Yet, with each successive generation, with more members of a race, the amount of magic in a single member of the race is diluted. The same power that the first men had still exists today but is spread across all men. Importantly too, the spread is not even. Best described like the waves of the ocean lapping on the shores of the Soul itself, the pattern of the distribution of magic seems to have crests and troughs, but mostly a calm steadiness.

In my own studies I have accounted for a thousand people. Nine hundred and seventy two of these displayed what I am terming 'mundane' ability. Simple things often mistakable for parlor tricks seem to be in the repertoire of most people even if they don't know or need to use them.

Of the remaining twenty eight that I have examined, twenty three exhibited well above average ability. Basic pyromancy, cloaking, water walking and enchantment were all easily accessible by these individuals. Interestingly, all of these individuals had also at some stage connected with another deity other than Trayig. They certainly were not the servants of the gods or even know to them that much. They had just reached out or been reached by a deity, by one of a vast variety of methods it seems. It usually an accidental connection due to the sand acting as a conduit. Whether they would have been as powerful without this or the new connection simply enhanced the power they had from Trayig remains unclear. I have as of yet found no correlation between heritage and magic and it would seem the continued distribution is random, or else the pattern is too large for me to understand with only a thousand subjects from a single time.

The five left unaccounted for provided some very troubling information. It would seem that these five, from the thousand, were completely devoid of any magical ability, innate, latent or otherwise. These people exhibited severe learning issues and primal behavior. Two of them, after the study, became completely unhinged.

The conclusion I have drawn from this is very very worrying. Life is magic. We only have life because of magic and when we are born we inherit a piece of that magic. It would seem that the continued dilution of sand has lead to individuals being born without any magic at all and thus almost no connection to life. The worrying part is that populations are constantly increasing and the dilution is continuing. It may be hundreds if not thousands of years, but it seems it is only a matter of time before magic starts to die and along with it, life.

Gregarious Fogs was murdered shortly after writing this, the introduction to his life's work, for being a nosey busy body who asked too many questions.

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Character Sheet

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History:

Optional Information
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Magic (Mundane or Arcane):
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These are just the sheets I came up with. If there's other things you want to include or a different format you wish to use then feel free.

Accepted Players
Everblight
Malevolent
Martynjj
OneEyedChurro
DeadCruiser
Titania
Zran

[Everblight]

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- Character Sheet -

-Name/Aliases-
Panax
-Sex-
Male
-Age-
Mid thirties
-Appearance-
Panax is covered head to toe in black robes.

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-Personality-
Panax is not one to beat around the bush, he says what he means when he means it. However he is not harsh of voice, much the opposite he is able to caress the ear with gentle words but there is always a bite behind them. Softly spoken death threats are his specialty and those who have not heeded them have learnt the hard way that Panax only answers to Baal.
Panax is strangely protective of his closer associates, the grunts whom he sends to pillage and wreak havoc he couldn't care less about but the few that have proven themselves to be useful he is keen to keep around. Naturally Panax is mostly protective of his master Baal, nobody is allowed to see the great necromancer and only Panax is worthy of an audience with the man when he is given his orders.
-History-
Pannax has always been waiting for the moment in his life when he truly feels great. People will fear him, they will know his name and nobody would dare cross him. It took years for him to harden both his mind and his body before that day came, constantly shot down and rejected by society he was on the verge of giving up. On one fateful day however, in he black mountains of Olc Cairn Pannax was in the right place at the right time.
He witnessed the coming of the one they call Baal. A great necromancer of untold power that had somehow clawed his way from the desolate prison that currently holds Duv below. Nobody knows how this once conjurer escaped the plane of Ifreann, but many are sure to feel his wrath as he seeks revenge against those that sent him in the first place.

Panax now acts as the mouth and second in command to Baal. He distributes the orders and takes the responsibilities for the cults actions.

-Equipment-
Panax carries two small blades upon his person to protect himself if the rare need arises. The blades are curved and very sharp, not designed to deal killing blows instantly they cut incredibly deep, often to bone.
Panax also has a couple of leather pouches in which his keeps his supplies. Food, small implements that he finds useful and sometimes berries or other edible substances which humans would do well to stay away from.

-Faction-
The mouth and second in command of Baal the Necromancer.

-Magic-
Panax was 'blessed' by his master Baal in the form of a magic. In return for his never-ending loyalty and service Baal saw fit to bestow the power of necrosis upon Panax. With a grasp of his hand Panax is able to curse another with fast-acting necrosis, a horrifying ability that is usually only deployed for the adamant non-believers or Baal, people to be made an example of.

-Skills-

Panax is a linguist, nobody expects a man of such liabilities to be intelligent but he has proven himself so. Able to stir a crowd, or at least a crowd of miscreants and vagabonds Panax can make very convincing arguments be it via death threats or suitable rewards.

Whilst Panax will be the first to admit he is not nearly the most skilled fighter in Enduwin but he has experience with his selected weapons. Normally able to send other men to do his bidding the one regret Panax has is never being on the front line, whilst he understands his place and he knows the place of his men he still hungers for the primal lust of fighting.

Panax has almost grown as famous as Baal himself, one reason being his indomitable spirit. Cut beaten and scarred Panax has the endurance of an Ox and through the tails he has spun many believe him to be gifted by Baal in the form of an immortal body. This fact is untrue but sometimes it seems so when he is faced with difficult situations.

Panax is a proficient user of poisons. Often making his own concoctions he understands the natural world and the ways in which certain plants or animals defend themselves. Whilst it isn't often he gets to put his knowledge into practice Panax is always searching for someone to step out of line for him to test his new formulas on.

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[Darkmatter]

Awesome!
Apologies again for the post's hiders not working, I'm currently working on it.

[Titania]

Kahya Saan, The Viera

CHARACTER SHEET

Essential Information
i. Name/Aliases: "My name is Kahya Saan."

ii. Sex: "Viera are never anything other than female."

iii. Age: "Normally, I'd tell you what a rude question that was, but in this scenario, I'll oblige... in human terms, I'm sixteen, but in my land, I am thirty-two."

iv. Appearance: "I have black hair, which the others tell me is rather thick, and my eye color is a shade of amber, as is usual for my race. And, well, yes, these really are the ears of a lamb. Are we done?"

v. Personality: "Generally, I consider myself to be a very level-headed individual; rather calm and even-tempered. I can be rather irritable when disturbed in my reading, but most times, I'm approachable... I think."

vi. History: Brought up in the seclusion of the Forest of Genesis, as it is known in their tongue, Kahya was a quiet, smart and observant child. The viera were birthed from the Mother Tree, which contained the essence of Naduir in excess, which meant they possessed knowledge beyond the extraordinary, as the Mother Tree witheld the secrets of time within its spirit - Kahya was no different from the others. She too received the same wisdom, and she too grew up in the same manner the rest did. Her life was perfectly ordinary...

...except when a fire blazed throughout the Forest, annihilating the northern section and part of the Mother Tree. The Elders of the Forest were shocked and upset. There was no sign to indicate how the fire had begun. Or better yet, who had started it. The viera thus began branching out, reaching out to different parts of the continent for help. Beasts after beasts were now attacking the Forest, emboldened at the lack of defenses. There was panic all around, and in the middle of it all was Kahya.

She was confused. Frightened. Yet, above all, Kahya was determined. A mere youngling of twenty varsh (ten in human terms), she joined the Elven Force, which was a team of fighters ready to protect the Forest. Twelve long years of victoy, defeat, will and stubborness passed in the blink of an eye, and soon, Kahya became what she had never thought she could-

A protector. Someone that her people could rely on.

This, she realized, was just the beginning.

Optional Information
i. Equipment: Pale green body armour of twisting, magically-reinforced elven wood; a pair of sharp black daggers; an amulet for luck.

ii. Faction (If any): "Unless you count the state of being apathetic a "faction", no."

iii. Marital Status: "Marriage? Please, no."

iv. Magic (Mundane or Arcane): Mundane.

v. Skills: Mastery in acrobatics/gymnastics. Good at healing minor wounds, moving swiftly and silently, crafting items or mixing potions, drawing. Average at raw strength/sheer power, speaking confidently.

[Darkmatter]

Look forward to seeing the rest.
Mcode doesn't have underlining yet.

[ASTA]

What's the technology like in this setting?

[Darkmatter]

Slightly above medieval.

[Everblight]

Work in progress for the Big baddie Ball the Necromancer

- The Big Bad Character Sheet -

-Name/Aliases-
Baal
The Ender of Days
The Black Mountain Born
The Necromancer of Olc Cairn

-Sex-
Male

-Age-
Death and rebirth can make age hard to place, Baal seems to be in his mid thirties however

-Appearance-
Baal has a ghostly form, he shifts around with a blue hue covering his skin in a specter like fashion. Wherever he treads the souls of those he has captured can be seen almost peeling off his skin like steam.

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-Personality-
No-body but his most loyal servants are allowed to see Baal and as such he has become quite an Enigma, even among his own followers. All that the world knows of this Necromancer is his cruelty. Remaining soulless and hidden away from the world, Baal intends to scar the world that was created for those who sent him to Iferann in the first place, he is not a forgiving soul to say the least.

-History-
Baal was once a normal human being who tred upon the earth of Enduwin as any that walk there today, he was not a pure soul but he wasn't evil either. He had dedicated his life to the knowledge and adaptation of Magic and everything it enveloped. Being a simple human Baal was incapable of great magics and had to resort to small tricks and conjuring, something that never got the acclaim he thought he deserved for his dedication.
It was true that in the field of Magic Baal was adept, he was capable of doing things most other so called wizards couldn't even comprehend, yet his power dwindled in the wake of more prominent forces of life. He quickly learnt the connection between life and magic, age and decay. Baal was cursed in his Human form to never hold the power he had always wished for, his life was too distant to the source of life, Farriga. His inspiration was crushed with his new realization.

Baal continued with his life growing ever skeptical and envious of those who held more power than he did. Beasts of Myth to the very mayor of his town he began to slowly hate his own existence and by association everyone and everything else that reminded him of his inadequacies. It was at this point that Baal embraced the darker corners of his mind and took to enforcing his views and his beliefs on others, his party tricks turned to dangerous ruses and he began to stir things in the once quiet human realm. For his misgivings he was cast out, banished from the safety of civilization.

-Equipment-
Baal doesn't carry any weapons as his knowledge of combat is little to non-existent. Being a spirit himself Baal has no need for sustenance and does not need to eat nor drink.

-Faction-
Baal is his own, he has gathered quite the following.

-Magic-
Baal is the first and only person to have escaped from the plane of Iferann, with his escape Baal has brought with him wrath and hatred. Being on a dead plane he has learnt the intricacies of life and the magics that had first created them from the ashes of Farriga.

Baal is an immensely powerful being, he is capable of animating corpses do to his bidding, ones that will not tire and will not fall unless to catastrophic damage.
Perhaps more prominently however, Baal has learnt the connection of life and death, the two sides of the coin as it were. As such he is capable of draining the life out of one vessel and into another, more often than not himself. Appearing as a ghostly Specter, Baal can float like the wind with the souls he has consumed visibly screaming in torment in his blue-white hue that trails his passage.

-Skills-
Baal is a Necromancer he has little use for effective combat technique and much prefers to rely on his magic. As such he carries no weapons and has little knowledge of hand to hand combat.

Being the only being to ever escape from Iferann Baal holds a certain sway when he wants to. He is incredibly intimidating and can crush the most endurant heart of even the most prominent heroes when the mood strikes him. Baal is aware that the only beings that can stand in his path are the gods, and they cannot reach the plane of Enduwin as he was so able to.

[Darkmatter]

There may be concerns that maybe the plot wasn't outlined clearly.
It'll become clearer soon.
Myself and everblight will be handling the main antagonists.
Everyone else is free to play antagonists, protagonists or shoetradesmen of any variety.
The protagonists, willingly or not, will be forced on a crusade to stop the antagonist; so says every fantasy plot ever.

[Martynjj]

Sargothians

The Sargothian Race: (General Humanoid appearance, with a slight feline adaption, rough fur and claws, with animal muscular properties)

The Plains of Origin have always been a battlefield, clans and tribes vying for vital strategic ground, land yielded and gained over the years as ownership of land passed countless hands. There is a place however, deep in the Shuvian desert, where the Sargothians were first encountered. Hru'vath -The First Champion, leader of last pack of Sargothian brethren led his people to this place, it is said a vision came to him at the break of dawn and as he awoke in sweat and stutter he felt his very essence being pulled towards this now sacred ground.

The wars of age old Sargothian legend have now faded to dust, but our people were at a time of strife, with food sparse and disease rife, to take the entire clan into the blistering deserts seemed like a fools errand, but we are loyal people, and our ancestors faith in Hru'vath was well rewarded, but not before much blood was spilled.

As our ancestors approached the gorge, with all intent of hoping to find residents within the gorge and breaking peace with them, they were assaulted. Barbaric creatures, never truly described in detail, except for their teeth, sharp, long, and the stench of rotten flesh descended upon them. The battle was long and hard fought, but at our weakest, Hru'vath raised his spear to the sun, and in a great flash of light blinded the enemy, giving the one opening needed to finish the fight and achieve victory and give our people a new hope, a defensive gorge, fresh running water, and just enough food.

This hope however, did bring one great loss, the battle had all but worn out the inner strength of our greatest hero, and disease took hold, in these dark times the elders were formed, sages of wisdom whom guided our people to a spiritual place so that we were settled in both mind and body. It was during this time, that reflection was brought upon the glare of the sun, that had brought us victory. Its intense heat upon the lands, always felt lessened upon our backs, during the day, we fought with greater vigor and strength. We began to bond with the day and respect the night, until one day a name was heard, whispered as the name of the sun, whispered as the name of the sun god.

Solas.

We gave praise to our new god, and from that day forth swore to honour the sun and its properties, To protect those who bore its gaze, to fight with glory and honour, to bring hope in the darkest of times.

Now, we the new brood, are the hope of our clan, born and raised under the sun, there are two distinct packs we find ourselves belonging to.

Those born in the day, blessed by Solas, are the Light prowlers, the large majority of the brood. They are the forefront of our people, who go to battle, hunt and teach.

Those born in the night, given purpose from Solas, are the Night prowlers, the small minority. These are our guardians of sleep, those who protect us when we slumber and when we are at our weakest.

There is only mutual respect between the two, with the odd extreme case.

Now however, something stirs in the brood, a knowing, something is happening, we can feel it in the heat and the glare of light.

Thoryus Fowlheign

Name/Aliases: Thoryus Fowlheign
Sex: Male
Race: Sargothian
Age: 27 Human Years, 64 Sargothian Years
Appearance: Strong muscular appearance, that of a hardened well trained fighter, deep blue eyes and light coverage of fur, unusually light for a male. Standing tall at around 7 feet, with broad shoulders an imposing presence and confident walk.
Personality: Stubborn, compassionate and merciful, whilst retaining honour through battle and ready to do as the clan needs

History: Born at breaking of dusk, the birth maidens took a long time to decide which clan Thoryus belonged too, it wasn't until the next day, when the sun cracked and the child crying ceased, that they knew for certain that he was a Light Prowler. My childhood was not one for the fainthearted, yet it made me into the man i was today, my fathers gaze rarely left me as i grew to age and the moment i could understand how to listen and speak was the moment i was taught how to fight strategically, how to win battles and wars.
When i came of age to wield my spear and don my armour it became significantly apparent how much more the day affected me than the others, my strength during the day was astronomical, with no training i bested those with years of practice, but the opposite was also true, as the night came my strength faded to the point where i could barely hold my spear. My father would have none of this. I was forced to train at night with the Night Prowlers, i was taught that the daylight was a blessing and that if i take the gift i was given for granted, then i would be doing injustice to Solas. So i trained hard, i would not disappoint my father, my clan or my God.

Years passed, and my strength grew, until i stood tall against all but the best of the Night Prowlers, only then was i allowed back into the daylight.

And it felt glorious. I began to go out on skirmishes, to protect our borders from other clans. Soon i started leading the skirmishes, making sure to keep our borders safe and offering safety to the lost souls in the desert.

Now i feel the same shudder the clan feels, something is amiss, and i aim to find out what is happening, even if it means leaving the gorge and our sacred grounds to do so.

Equipment: Hardened leather armour and shield, with short wooden shafted spear.
Clan: Light Prowlers
Magic: Mundane powers of light; ability to manipulate light and its warmth for healing and sight.
Healing: Slight ability to heal wounds using warmth of light to stabilize and close light wounds, cuts and bruises.
Sight: Ability to conjure a small orb of light to give enough light to see a slight way into the distance.
Sundrenched: Physical strength and senses increased dramatically during the daylight.
Skills: Extreme martial prowess, heightened senses, high militaristic intelligence.

[Darkmatter]

It all checks out with me anyways!
Awesome.
Great to have our first character.
Feel free to add as much depth to either the clan or Thoryus himself as we go.

So the amount of content here is going to be quite large.
I am almost definitely going to have a compendium split into sections such as lore, races, factions, characters etc.
Do you guys think a thread in the gallery or a purposed wiki would be better?

[Martynjj]

Thanks :) Ill make sure to add more depth to the background of the clan and Thoryus, i didn't want to go overload and brick wall with a huge load of text.

A wiki would be awesome, but whichever is easier for yourself

[Darkmatter]

Martynjj said
Thanks :) Ill make sure to add more depth to the background of the clan and Thoryus, i didn't want to go overload and brick wall with a huge load of text.A wiki would be awesome, but whichever is easier for yourself

Text walls are fine-awesome.
Just wouldn't want the wiki to be too massive a distraction.

[Titania]

Oh, drat. I like underlines. *sob*

Imo, I think a wiki is better.

(Did I scare you, Moe? Muahahaha. Sorrynotsorryfriend.)

[OneEyedChurro]

Sorry this took a little longer than I thought it would.

Oh, and I'll get some sheets up for the island nation of Oro, the underwater Merfolk country, and the Tidewarden faction up soon. This one just took priority.

Rohe

Rohe Farwind
Ambassador to the Merfolk

Sex: Male
Age: 28, though looks younger than his true age- a common feat among Oroborn.
Appearance: Rohe!
Rohe in his Tidewarden uniform. He was known for wearing this during his deals with the Merfolk council to deter any assassination attempts.
Personality: Very philanthropic: Rohe prefers to think of others and the "bigger picture" rather than on himself. This is largely attributed to his time spent with the Tidewardens, which gave him the trait of being protective of those he cares about, though both of these ideals have been passed down through his heritage. Though his fellow Oroborn often shunned him for his open-mindedness, Rohe will always try and remain grayscale when meeting and interacting with new peoples and races.

In group settings, Rohe likes to make sure that everyone is getting their share of opinions and voice time. He's witnessed too many meetings and debates where a seemingly "lesser party" never got the chance to speak for themselves and were forced to suffer because of it.

History: Originally born Rohe Squallcry, the future Ambassador to the Merfolk, the Deceiver of Oro, was born into poverty and family-wide angst in the less-than-desirable sector of Sorrow's Bastion, the largest city of the Oro. Though he was in his adolescence when he finally realized it- Rohe's mother was a Colto'mah, a whore who answered to a brothel that specialized in "unique or unusual requests". For Rohe, this would mean that he was part Merfolk himself, though his conception was not an accidental lack of contraception, it was rape.

Being of a Merfolk decent in Sorrow's Bastion brought a social stigma to Rohe. Being highly discriminating and distrustful of the water dwellers, he felt out of place in the world. He wasn't accepted in Sorrow's Bastion; no one wanted to hire a young man with webbed hands and feet, no matter how hard he worked. At the same time, he wouldn't be accepted among the Merfolk- though he had an exponentially higher lung capacity than the rest of the Oroborn, he still couldn't breathe underwater, not that the water dwellers would accept someone so human looking among them, anyway. Rohe had a particularly grim view of the world growing up, more than once contemplating ending his life altogether.

His world views would soon change, however, when he met Waihi, a Tidewarden. He was a tall, burly, and dark-skinned man, his dreaded hair held in a ponytail that was secured with a small skull. An Oroborn in its purest form. By all means, this warrior should've lashed out at Rohe for merely looking at him- it's how Oroborn were taught to treat Merfolk. But he didn't. When the young, skeletal, hollow-eyed and web-handed boy called Rohe shakily asked if he could spare a coin for a boot shining, the Tidewarden smiled. Not the snide, judgmental, dark intent smile that Rohe was used to- no, this man was expressing gratitude at the "mutant hybrid's" offer, lashing out with a smile of kindness and respect rather than hate and bigotry. To his day, Rohe remembers it clearly.

"Wale certain'ly, youn' child. An' when yare done, how 'bout we grab a bite'a eat? Ye'are skin an' bones, boy!" he told him with his thick Oroborn accent.

Rohe was taken aback by the mans openness to accept his wager. The hold time he had been flinching- waiting for the kick to the gut or fist to the cheek. For a moment he stared back at the man, astonished. The Tidewarden laughed a hearty laugh.

"What ya be doin' boy? Me boots ain' shinin' themselves!" he flashed Rohe another smile.

When the boot shining was finished, the Tidewarden took young Rohe to the local tavern to buy him a meal and something to drink. When they first entered the tavern they were greeted with astonished and assuming looks as the Tidewarden draped his arm around the bone-thin societal exile and ordered and payed for his meal. It wasn't much, but it was the biggest portion of food Rohe had had in months. He was closed off and quiet at first, but soon the Tidewarden had him laughing at his jokes and talking about his family. At one point the Tidewarden, whom Rohe had now learned was named Waihi, got a serious look in his eye.

"You might not believe it, youn' child," Rohe wondered why he continued to call him that, when Waihi knew he was almost 18, "but I'm an exile, too."

Rohe laughed at this at first, but seeing the distant and unwavering look in Waihi's eyes made him straighten up.

"Wen' ye'are a Tidewarden you get t' see tings that others may not get to see," Waihi explained, dropping his stare from Rohe, "You get t' see a worl' free of hatred an' fear, places where all types of people live in harm'ny."

"I've seen places like that, youn' child, and I wonder why it can't be that way 'ere. The Merfol' don't deserve the treatment we give dem. They aren' diff'rent than us."

Waihi extended a thick index finger and prodded Rohe where his heart would be, if he were fully human. Merfolk had hearts on the opposite side as humans, and Rohe's heart was located there, as well.

Waihi looked directly in Rohe's eyes,

"No matta' the color you are or the shape of your hands or where you come from, you'll always be you. Don' kid yourself an' believe what anyone calls you. The only one who knows you- is you. Be the bes' you that you can be."

That last statement "Be the best you that you can be" stuck with Rohe. Waihi was eventually called back to service and Rohe was left alone on the streets again, but he was a new man. The kind words of a single man were enough to inspire Rohe to toughen up and set his morals straight- look at what he really believed as opposed to what others told him to believe.

He went home that night with a full belly. His revelation of self-being would soon be put to the test, however, since as he was nearing his home he witnessed his mother being beaten by unhappy.

Had Rohe not met Waihi that day he wouldn't have ever done what he did- Rohe fought back. He beat back the two muggers, nearly killing one with a broken bottle, and nursed his mother back to health over the next few weeks- going hungry so she could eat just a little bit more. He was surprised that no jailers came to arrest him. It was among these days that Rohe set his first life goal, something that he thought he'd never do: he was going to get his mother out of the whoring business. To do that, Rohe would need to become the main moneymaker between the two of them, and jobs weren't exactly common for Merfolk or their hybrids.

He started, admittedly, in the criminal underworld, working for small surface-dwelling Merfolk groups who needed goods scavenged to various locations around Ju'ra. Since he couldn't afford a boat and lacked the knowledge to build one, Rohe would often swim the distance for inter-island jobs, over the years becoming an incredibly strong and talented swimmer. Once he had enough money to pay a bouncer to let him apply for a job at a tavern, Rohe transitioned jobs and brought himself out of the criminal world, working as a table cleaner at the tavern and giving the bouncer a small cut of his pay for not beating him and throwing him out of the job. Regardless, it paid more than smuggling, and this was at least legal.

Eventually, when Rohe was 22, a miracle happened- through the tavern doors strolled Waihi. He was apparently older than Rohe remembered, since his dreads had now become mostly grey. Waihi had changed his life once, and he was about to do it again.

"I'm retirin', youn' child," he still called him that, "an' I want you to take my place."

Rohe was flabbergasted- a part-Merfolk hybrid, among the Tidewardens? His first instinct was to decline the offer immediately, but Waihi promised that he had arranged everything and he wasn't going to take no for an answer. They journeyed to Tearfall, known for being the central location for Tidewarden recruitment in Ju'ra, and sure enough, Kapiti, head recruiter for the Tidewardens, greeted them both with open arms. Kapiti was a small and lithe looking man, with bronze skin and more hair on his chin than his head.

"Is this the one you told me about, Warden Waihi?"

"Aye, sir, 'tis the one I been watchin'. Knows the islands like the back of 'is hands, an' can swim for days on end without restin'."

"And the incident with the muggers?"

"Fought them off, sir, both of 'dem. Nearly killed one, too. The boy can fight if he's defendin' somethin' we love."

"I don't know about this one, Waihi. What's wrong with his hands and feet?"

"Did that to 'imself, sir. Wanted to try an' make 'imself swim faster."

There was a long pause as Kapiti eyed Rohe up and down.

"From me to you, sir, what've you to lose? You know the tensions been growin' 'tween the Bastion and the Merfolk- we need strong swimmers if this war ever breaks out. 'Cides, if he doesn't make the cut, we can just send 'im back 'ome."

"I 'spose you've got a point, Warden Waihi."

To Rohe, that sounded like, "Time to start you're new life, youn' child."
--

The training was the toughest thing Rohe had ever had to do in his life.The Tidewardens used several types of exotic weapons, and he was expected to be able to competently use each one. In the end though, his skill with spears and tridents are what broke through, and when he was deployed on patrols he never left without one. During his service with the Tidewardens Rohe learned how to fight- he learned how to kill things. While this wasn't exactly what Rohe had had in mind when he devoted himself to bringing his mother out of the whoring business, he had been sending enough money back for her to live comfortably unemployed. So he continued fighting and killing- defending the coasts of Ju'ra as a Tidewarden so his mother would never have to satisfy another man and risk being beaten if she didn't.

But Rohe also used his new position to spread the ideals of equality and fairness- telling the Merfolk tales of lands where various races live in harmony, and telling the Oroborn tales of Merfolk valiance that were sure to please any warrior. Though as his life had made a habit of, however, it was about to change once more.

He was only 26 when he was called in, and to his knowledge, Rohe remains the youngest to ever receive a personal audience with Chief Whatua, ruler of the nation of Oro. He spoke to Rohe about his dire fear of a war breaking out between the Oroborn and the Merfolk, and both sides distrust of one another led to almost nonexistent diplomatic arrangements. They needed a middleman, an Ambassador to speak on behalf of the nation of Oro to encourage the development of both societies as they always had been: Oro as the supreme beings, and the Merfolk as the lesser. Since Ruhe had the blood of both races in his veins, Whatua saw him as the prime candidate.

Rohe was prompt to accept- though he had his own agenda in mind. It would take guile, dishonesty, ruthlessness, and determination, but Rohe was sure the ends justified the means:

He was going to establish equality between the Merfolk and the Oroborn.

For the last few years, Rohe has been pursuing this goal, one tiny step at a time; most of it was done in secrecy, since Whatua would surely disprove of Rohe's intents. However, Rohe was caught negotiating a private deal to have a Merfolk clan smuggled out of Sorrow's Bastion, and this incident was brought to the public. He successfully convinced Chief Whatua that it was to keep the "rowdy dissidents" from stirring up rumors of a race war, but in the public eye he earned the title of 'the Deceiver of Oro' and was shunned by the general populace. This made him a hero in the eyes of the Merfolk.

However, rumors of a war between the Merfolk and Oro did actually arise, and while many Merfolk adored Rohe for his efforts, there were others that wanted this war to happen, and they saw the Ambassador as a barricade to that goal. While en route to a fairly routine discussion with the Merfolk council, Rohe was ambushed. He beat back many of the assailants, but ultimately their numbers were what bested him. He woke up a day later with a bag over his head, and he didn't see the light of day for months, the bag only ever opened enough for Rohe to be fed or for water.

When the bag was at last snatched off, Rohe was beaten once more, and again slipped into unconsciousness. He awoke with no possessions other than his travel garb, and he soon learned that he had been drug to the other side of the continent, into the Foraiysh Woods.

Equipment: Currently, nothing but his travelling garbs, a rough shield made of bark and an accompanying spear fashioned from a branch. Luckily, this element isn't unfamiliar to Rohe, having served in the Wardens.

Faction (If any): Oroborn- Ambassador to the Merfolk, former Tidewarden (Had a service time of about four years)

Marital Status: Single

Skills:
Tidewarden Training: Rohe is an adequate fighter when using the weapons he's been trained in. His particular preferences have been shield and spear, bladed tonfa, and kris', but he's also received some training (Enough to be competent, but not good, with) in archery and two-handed weaponry.

Merfolk Heritage: Rohe's "father" was a Merfolk, and the bonding of Merfolk and Human led to Rohe appearing human, though with minor changes. The most notable are his webbed hands and feet, which make swimming a breeze for Rohe. The less noticeable is an inverted heart- while humans' are located more towards the left, Rohe's is oriented more towards the right. Rohe can also hold his breathe an incredibly long amount of time underwater. He's never reached his limit, but it could easily be hours if not days. Rohe has also noticed that as he ages he is starting to feel gills form between his neck and shoulders, though these are still so underdeveloped that Rohe can't breathe underwater.

Political Figure: Having served as a political Ambassador to the Merfolk, there's a certain degree of sway that Rohe has with them. On the flipside, however, the denizens of Oro have a hard time forgetting his secrecy and dishonesty, resulting in him being even more distrusted by them than his heritage already caused.

Philanthropist: Rohe has held himself to a strict morale code ever since he received the rank of Ambassador, and that is to dedicate himself to bettering others, in his case, the Merfolk. This ideology extends to other areas of his life, however, and people will often discover that he is a man concentrated on servitude and kindness, despite his recent history.

Oro

the Island Nation of Oro
a Nation inhabited by humans and their Merfolk slaves. Those who are citizens of Oro, and are human, are called Oroborn


Location: Ju'ra- encompasses most islands.
Purpose: Their own mission statement is to "keep the Merfolk in check", though like most nations they exist simply to hold their own land and stay in power.
Key Members:
Chief Whatua- the ruler of Oro. He has say in basically everything that happens in Oro.

Nga Iwi- Head of Chief Whatua's personal guard. A strong, lumbering, silent Oroborn, Nga Iwi is known for starting ruthless inquisitions against "out of line Merfolk", and the mere site of the massive figure is often enough to drive away any would-be assassin. They say that Nga Iwi employs agents, himself, to help him keep tabs on the goings on in Oro.

Mamoe- Chief Whatua's wife. Not much else is know about her, however, other than Whatua's description of her as "a fine woman".

Key Locations:
Sorrow's Bastion - Capital city of Oro, and the center for all commerce, politics, and the largest and most populated city, as well. There's a constant haze that hangs above the city that is equal parts smoke from chimneys and fog from the bordering seas, leading to a very grim look as the sun rarely shines through.

Tearfall - Home to and establishing city of the Tidewardens. While it is bigger than Sorrow's Bastion in size, many think that the presence of so many Tidewardens is what keep Tearfall's population lower than average.

Advantages:
Slave Labor: Oro has dictated the Merfolk to be lesser beings and have taken many as slaves, forcing the nearby Merfolk country to offer a monthly tribute in slaves or be destroyed. This results in an abundance of labor, and almost everyone is guaranteed a job.

Tidewardens: The elite fighting force of Oro, dedicated to keeping the coasts of Ju'ra safe. What they lack in magical prowess they make up for in martial skill.

Exotic Resources: The main export and income for Oro; has led to the nation being very prosperous.
Disadvantages:
Racism: A huge problem that many other factions look down upon, Oro is certainly known for being an extremely racist country, shunning Merfolk the hardest.

Disjointed Islands: While Oro technically owns all of them, there are countless smaller islands that have yet to be explored. This has led to pirate coves being formed that intercept trade and passenger ships, making travel very tough between islands.

Primitive: Aside from the elite Tidewardens, Oroborn warriors lack the sophisticated technology and metal armor of some of the other factions. Most Oroborn are also not capable of magic, or it is so mundane that it simply isn't useful. Those that are skilled with it, however, are either higher in society or outcast for being "a threat to the Chief".
Rules/Laws: Summed up: don't respect the Merfolk, stay strong to protect your family, and do as Whatua says.

the Tidewardens

the Order of the Tidewardens
Vigils of the Coast, Protectors of the Ports
Location: Oro, in Ju'ra
Purpose: To wander the various wilds and uninhabited coasts to defend coastal cities and ports from threats, monstrous or otherwise. They also have recently begun to serve as a loose policing force for Oro.
History: Formed by a small group of like-minded villagers around the time Oro was established; the group of men took up arms to hunt down a creature that had kidnapped a boy from his home. They tracked it down, slayed the beast in its coastal cave, and afterwards dedicated themselves to keeping this sort of activity from happening ever again.

The group was recognized by the recently anointed Chief of Oro, one of Whatua's ancestors, and was then dubbed the Tidewardens. The group was opened up for the public to join- but after an alarming rate of casualties it was closed off once more, an intense training regimen instated as an application. The order has prospered since then, and continues to in these times of unease between the Oroborn and Merfolk.

Key Members:
Kapiti- Current leader of the Tidewardens. He's old, bald, and almost frail looking, but those who know the man personally say he could kill you with a flick of his wrist.
Advantages: Trained in the various and exotic weapons that are synonymous with Oro; the most popular being bladed tonfas, double sided spears, hand claws, and serrated kris. They also have a huge presence in Oro, and have quite the sway in certain matters.
Disadvantages: Common Wardens will often not have magic- those who do are usually sent to leadership positions, which involves more research than fieldwork. Tidewardens also don't receive training in any armor- which leads to an abundance of shields, but the light armor they wear is pretty vulnerable. There's also a large percentage of people who don't trust the order, claiming they're corrupt and merely lapdogs for the Chief. The order is also strongly distrusted by the Merfolk; while the Wardens keep the waters clear, many Merfolk question when the Wardens will turn their blades on them, instead.

the Kingdom of Vand

the Kingdom of Vand
Home of the Merfolk

Location: Various- the most concentrated is under Ju'ra.
Purpose: At this point- survive with their Kingdom in tact.

Key Members:
King Nido: The long-serving and valiant ruler of Vand- is known for being one of the oldest Merfolk to ever have lived.

Arbiter Typhon: The executive that Rohe would meet with almost weekly. Has ultimate say in matters that deal with Oro, most importantly the monthly tribute of slaves. Answers directly to King Nido.

Advantages:
Underwater: Being based under the seas, their Kingdom is very difficult to attack by those that don't have the capacity to breathe underwater.

Brave: The Merfolk are known for being incredibly brave individuals. This is especially important in their current times.

Advanced: Technologically, the Merfolk are pretty advanced, having to invent and adapt things that can be used underwater.

Disadvantages:
Oppressed: Overruled by the surface nation of Oro, and have to pay a monthly tribute of slaves or risk being destroyed by the Tidewardens.

Rebellious: Their natural spirit and feeling of loyalty to their country makes the Merfolk a rebellious people not content in being ruled by anyone other than their king. Rebelliousness and bravery don't always make the best combo.

On the Topic of Merfolk

My recent studies have led me to the Merfolk- a curious little race that resides under the waters near the coasts. First of all, I've noticed that no matter their location they answer to their king, who resides in their capital city all the way near Ju'ra. Their fanaticism doesn't make them hostile, however; it does quite the opposite. They look up to their ruler and aspire to be like him- since Nido is an incredibly just and righteous being, this reflects itself in his people.

The Merfolk differ physically, and their appearance is attributed to heritage, like us humans. However, there are several distinct..types of heritage, of which I have noticed two. The first is very humanoid looking: Their skin color ranges from teal to royal blue, fins replace hair, and their eyes are a solid, glossy color, usually black or a shade of green. They have no noticeable noses, but are bipedal with webbed hands and feet. This allows this first group to be much more amphibious than the second, and often their place in society is interacting with the surface dwelling races. This first group is also the more abundant one.

The second is much more fish-like. While they pertain the torso, arms, and head of humans, their bottom half often mirrors a fish, snake, or eel. They are less amphibious because of this, though are still capable of top siding if need be. This second group seems to be the physically superior in terms of strength- the many I've seen have been acting as guards or bouncers.

My time with the Merfolk was short, however, so I could not inquire if there are more types than the ones I saw. They are a beautiful, mysterious, and kind race, and I can think of no reason why one would hate them.

[Darkmatter]

Titania said
Oh, drat. I like underlines. *sob*Imo, I think a wiki is better.(Did I scare you, Moe? Muahahaha. Sorrynotsorryfriend.)

Underlining is working now!

OneEyedChurro said
Sorry this took a little longer than I thought it would. Oh, and I'll get some sheets up for the island nation of Oro, the underwater Merfolk country, and the Tidewarden faction up soon. This one just took priority.

Great stuff Churro! Accepted!

[Titania]

Omg. Mahz gave me a ponyyy~!

[Zran]

Hey sorry I've been silent got busy with work hope to catch up tomorrow.

[Malevolent]

Ponies waaaat

Also slowly but surely working on my CS.

Edit: Would it be okay if my character has a normal name? You did say that this RP sort of takes place a little bit after the medieval ages, so would a normal name that was used during that time period be okay, or do we have to use some weird fantasy name?(Assuming we aren't using a special race.)

[Providence]

Just letting you know I'm super interested - but I've been crazy busy this weekend so I won't be done with a CS till monday @_@!