[OOC] Demon Sunrise

[Terminal]

Sent you a PM.

[GreivousKhan]

Sunny, check the first OOC post, I put up my NS so far.

[NewSun]

GreivousKhan said
Sunny, check the first OOC post, I put up my NS so far.

Ooh, rippling muscles and adorable noses. I like where you're going with this. Aárdu Lyásí is temporarily locked in for you.

[GreivousKhan]

NewSun said
Ooh, rippling muscles and adorable noses. I like where you're going with this. Aárdu Lyásí is temporarily locked in for you.

Don't let her kiss you is all I'm saying, unless you don't need your soul. Useless things anyway. :K

[SaintArey]

Hi, I am really interested in this rp. However, before I write a ns could I ask a few questions so my champion doesn't come off as some kind of fool.
- What is the tech level of the Human plane?
- If I play as a human does my faction have to be in control of a vast empire or could it be a simple picturesque valley?
- How common are human champions?
- How aware are people of other planes?

Thanks!

[NewSun]

SaintArey said
Hi, I am really interested in this rp. However, before I write a ns could I ask a few questions so my champion doesn't come off as some kind of fool.- What is the tech level of the Human plane?- If I play as a human does my faction have to be in control of a vast empire or could it be a simple picturesque valley?- How common are human champions? - How aware are people of other planes?Thanks!

-General Fantasy tech. Swords and shields. Crossbows and catapults would be possible with the correct manpower.
-No. No nations. Factions only. The general size guideline is that your faction can start with, at most, 5000 followers.
-Rare. Player controlled Champions are the only ones of their kind. They're like prophets or... yeah, you get the idea.
-As aware as players design them to be. I'd wager that they'd all be pretty aware, though.

[SaintArey]

Thanks a lot! What I thought but better safe than sorry. I will start writing immediately.

[NewSun]

SaintArey said
Thanks a lot! What I thought but better safe than sorry. I will start writing immediately.

True enough! Any questions, don't hesitate to ask!

[Terminal]

SaintArey said
Thanks a lot! What I thought but better safe than sorry. I will start writing immediately.

Saint, if you're writing for the Human Plane, you might want to join Flagg and I in our discussions (we're also on the Mortal Plane) - I'm sending you a PM with a link in it to our collab.

[GreivousKhan]

My sheet, is just about done, in case anyone wanted it pick it apart. So I might need to talk to one of you human blokes about a possible side-story that could arise some interesting conflict or drama.

PM if your interested.

[NewSun]

Well I'm going to unrolling specific personalised plots for each player in addition to player developed side plots. PMs will happen to players of accepted sheets.

[Dredigan]

Plane: Vórós Khástar

Lord
Name: Eredun
Type: Ice Wraith
Appearance:
Personality and Drive: Eredun's ultimate goal is to cover the planes in ice and thus expand his domain and power.
History: Eredun is an Ice Wraith, approximately nine hundred years old. Even he is unsure as to what he had been before coming into his current form, however it doesn't matter to him. Being present for so long in the Frigid Scar has drained all humanity from him. The Ice Wraiths of Vórós Khástar are among the most powerful beings in the entirety of the plane, and thus Eredun had already possessed considerable strength, however he was not content. He spent the better part of three hundred years constructing an amulet, The Pendant of Winter, which he used to gather a host of Khástari beasts with the intent of expanding the frigid wastes of his home to the other planes and thus provide him with ultimate power. Without the amulet he currently possesses the host which he commands would become completely feral once more and would no longer obey his commands and instead would likely return to their frozen wastes, leaving Eredun powerless in another realm.

Armaments: Eredun wears a set of armor forged of an ethereal ice. It is translucent and cannot be melted by ordinary means though items of similar power could still damage it as if it were normal armor. It appears to shift colors as the light reflects off of it and makes it appear as though Eredun is transparent. Eredun carries a sword with similar properties, embedded in the hilt and cross-guard of the sword are two ice crystals which would keep him alive (although relatively powerless) outside of Vórós Khástar should his pendant be destroyed. His armor requires great force to shatter or crack, however it can be done.

The Pendant of Winter - Allows Ereden to control the minds of his lesser creatures as well as provide him with a natural conduit linking him to the Scar when he is away, thus allowing him to retain use of his powers almost to their full extent.

The Gems of his Sword: Act as natural buffs, increasing his physical prowess as well as magical capabilities. If they are destroyed it would not be detrimental but he would be noticeably less powerful.

Abilities:
Cold - Eredun has the ability to alter weather and shift temperatures and, with enough time, even climates. When he is in an area for a long enough period of time the area will naturally freeze over, so it is with all ice wraiths. The presence of multiple Wraiths in addition to his own would greatly enhance the speed with which an area would freeze. When in the presence of this newly formed ice, Eredun and his Wraiths gain a power boost. Therefor while he is within his own plane he is nearly invincible unless his amulet and gems are destroyed.

Re-Forging - Eredun has the power to cover his body in armor forged of ethereal ice. When this armor or his weapon is damaged he has the ability to repair it via magic in the heat of battle.

Life - Eredun is a Wraith and thus has the ability to sense life as well as corrupt it. He can twist a mortal with his touch and end drain his life to repair his own injuries should he sustain any.

Shifting - Eredun has the ability to shift or teleport short distances, phasing out of view and reappearing in a different location as if he had become part of a howling wind. (A maximum distance of like eight feet)

Strength - Eredun is not bound by the mortal perceptions of strength and agility, his abilities have been raised far beyond that of a normal human being though he does still tire.

Mind Control - Eredun's amulet gives him the ability to tame a creatures mind, though this will only work on creatures located either within his own plane or within an area he has frozen over. In addition it is quite easy to resist, a human being could break its grasp with no effort, a beast like a lesser demon or zombie however might now.

Sculpting - Eredun has the ability to summon and sculpt ethereal ice, it is incapable of being melted by conventional means.

Holding
Name: The Uridian Hall

Type: Fortress
Description: Uridian Hall is a fortress made of ice carved mountains. It is entirely frozen over and rather than being built by regular means was conjured by Eredun and his minions. The walls are mountains standing hundreds of feet high and the castle is a palace formed of translucent ice-walls. There are no towers on the walls, but rather outside of them, along the steps leading up to the entryways which are guarded by large gates of ice covered iron. The castle has no execution chamber as Eredun's minions are incapable of committing treasons, however it does have a prison which is used to hold the feral creatures that have not yet succumb to the influence of the Pendant of Winter. The lands surrounding the fortress are completely barren and frozen over for miles, though through the snow it would still be difficult to spot any intruders. The fortress requires no further accommodations other than battlements on the castles and other defenses as Eredun and his minions do not require any sort of sustenance save the ice upon which they live.

Name: The Cold Ones
Size: 2,000 feral ice demons, 50 ice behemoths (like giants or trolls), seven lesser ice wraiths, and 200 elites.
Hierarchy and Culture: It is impossible to advance within the warband as all of the creatures not already placed in leadership positions are completely feral and controlled by Eredun's pendant. Those appointed to lead the companies of soldiers are all lesser ice wraiths who knelt to Eredun in exchange for their lives and promise of control of their very own plane. A company of soldiers would contain roughly 285 feral ice demons. The behomoths are kept in the Frigid Scar to be released when necessary and the 200 elites would be minor ice wraiths who were not feral, but still conscripted by Eredun to be his personal guard. They serve him mostly because he is stronger than they are and are afraid of him, their loyalty is certainly questionable.

History: The Cold Ones were founded one hundred and eight years ago when Eredun forged The Pendant of Winter and began to assume control of the feral ice demons of the Scar's minds. For years they resisted the control of the amulet and ran rampant across the wastes, killing eachother and other creatures but finally the pendant gained control of them. He then scoured the wastes looking for wraiths to help him lead them, he defeated the seven most powerful ones that he knew he could fight in single combat and promised to spare their lives and even reward them with their own plane of existence to rule if they agreed to serve him, which none failed to do. It was then that he spent roughly fifty years taming his behomoths with the help of his newly formed warband. The 200 elites that he controls as his personal legion are minor wraiths whom he forced to join him at once point or another and the only reason they haven't left is because they know that he will not hesitate to destroy every last one of them. Throughout the first forty years of his reign as leader of the warband he spent time constructing his fortress and sculpting the land around it to work toward his benefit. It was only when his fortress was complete and the other major wraiths of Vórós Khástar dubbed his warband 'The Cold Ones'.

Military Capabilities: The warband is not by any means a strategic force. Their best tactic is to face the enemy with bitter cold and the force of the howling winds of Vórós Khástar and never let up until they have all become the subjects of his icy rule. When Ereduns feral monsters fail, he sends his elites. When his elites fail, he sends his behemoths, and when his behemoths fail he stands in front of his collective host and charges in head first with all of his might.

Units:
Feral Ice Demons:
They are mindless and obey Eredun's commands without a second thought. They viciously attack enemies with no regard for their own well being. Some are unarmed, some carry swords and others axes or spears. They can be dispatched of quite easily by anybody with any experience with their weapon or abilities.

Elites:
These wraiths are weak and cannot use magic beyond simple ice manipulation when outside of their home plane. They are skilled swordsmen and wear fine armor, however a determined and well-trained foe could make quick work of them if they fought one or few of them at once. (Think Ice Knights)

Ice Behomoth:
Ice Behomoths are giants roaming the lands of Vórós Khástar. They lack magical abilities though they boast an inhumanely large amount of strength. It is very difficult to kill them by conventional means.

Warcry: A wail that resembles the howl of a bitter wind attempting to cover a low screech.

EDIT: Sorry all the pictures are showing I don't know how to properly use a hider.

[TwistedSun]

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T h e E t e r n a l V e r d a n c e

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A supposedly infinite plane of tainted life. Towering trees and mysterious waterfalls stretch far beyond the horizon - one can easily find themselves lost within the haunted undergrowth, where the sun is quickly blotted out by a canopy that is as thick as it is imposing. Fél Válásí may have once been a land dedicated to life and all it's wonders, but if true, that no longer so. None can say what spirits, beasts and twisted creatures lurk within the never-ending maze of the Verdance.

Themes
Beasts
Natural Spirits
Nature
Life

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R u l i n g F a c t i o n

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Name: Eèl Hétrya Válásí
Size: Roughly a steady number of Velusians of 3600+

Hierarchy and Culture

Many usually cannot tell where the omnipresent faction and the state itself end, and as often end with misinterpreting the role itself of the Hétrya. They are the military, the functionaries, the army leaders that rule over the Kargath, that defend and shield its population from the inexplicable mysteries of the Grove.
Their hierarchy is pretty basilar, composed of a piramidal scale of components, on top of which there's the king, who rules by absolute power with the kind and selfless disposition of the inhabitants of the Kargath [though that doesn't determines the recoverability of that very concession]. Generally, the members of the faction are considered sworn brothers and sisters of an unic great family, thus making family laws apply even to the clan.

What an Hétrya does, sooner or later is going to become a common fashion, from clothes to designs, to speech and formulas, with the king as major 'celebrity', towards whom people naturally tends to uniform. A clear example of this mindless conjunction with their ideologies is the adoption of the 'condos families' custom, which started spreading around one century before the current times and has conquered most of population by now: basically, imitating the periodical meetings of the Hétrya heads, each family that inhabits a determined building will host at turn an assembly (more resembling a cheerful party), restricted to the sole members of the condos.

Hétrya ideology may be considered an utopian one; it has however not to be considered entirely negatively, as it's naturally consequent that such way of thinking has developed in this faction. Since its very beginnings, the clan has passed horrible and dready hardships, living in conditions of costant sorrow and discomfort; unlike their brothers, who got blown away by savagery and chaos, surrendering to the superior forces that succeeded in breaking them, the Hétrya sought a possible betterness, a future brighter than the one present at that time; in the end, things once considered impossible to reach had been conquered, an entire dream realized. The main source of freedom is imagination for Hétrya, and though limited to the experiences of life, it's still considered the best way through society can develop, as it grants the individual the possibility to positively organize a future programmation, sometimes strayed from the bounds of reality to favour more ways of realization of the same goal.
In the end, however, utopian societies are quite unmovable and totalitarian, and do not permit the dialoge of ideas different from the chosen one; in long term this organization may lead to a catastroph, but is given only to the king the autority to do what is best for the faction - no, the whole Kargath.

History

The Eternal Garden before the Grove

Accordingly to the Nexusian archives, historically speaking the Hétrya were a preeminent figure in Eradni theology, as their mission was substantially that of keepers of the fire, symbol of life stream. After the crumble of Eradni institutions and society at the end of the Verdance Crysis, the name and the functions these sorcerers held lost through time, narrated only in tales and epic narrative of ancient times.
After the successive chaotic spread of jungles and the definite death of the eternal garden, during the exponent ensavagement Velusians had to undergo to survive the increasingly wild environment, traditions brought to the birth of several wandering tribes, and one of them was called Hétrya. Already from the beginning this community was widely despised for their excessive attachment to the Eradni culture, bringing in some cases real wars between clans, of those who aided these progressivists as an hope for a better future, and those who believed of them as abominations of the already corrupted and unhappy Velusian intellect.
About how the Hétrya tribe reached the decision of settling down is unknown, though many suppose it as a necessary condition after the founding of the only working portal to the Nexus; seeking a place to colonize under the emblem of a once again blooming civilization, they eventually reached the Kargath, where established eight outposts in very different zones of the valley, to analyze and survey the capabilities of the land and of its potential dangers. Written testimonials affirm that the outlook of the Kargath at that age differed greatly from the modern one, as it was still covered by drenched jungles. In the end, with the joining of other two tribes, today major aristocracy families, Vethuviá’s first urban centre took shape, and from then on Hétria history intertwined constantly with the formation of the state itself.
The city expanded, culture bloomed, and civilized life sprung out again in this perfumed garden, shielded by the odds and calamities of the jungle.

After several decades of often bloody relations with the other major factions in the Kargath, the Hétrya eventually were victorious, and established a monarchy to centre the power in their hands, still, though in a minimal part, assenting to the presence of a weak aristocracy element.

However, lately the horizon has been full of signs of grimace and desolations. The druids are convinced, the world is changing; Válásí has changed much since the beginning, and the dangers of the exterior world are as insurmountable as never before; a wind of war has started blowing not so long ago between the tribes, and madness and savagery are again spreading like a venomous miasma. Fools, they look at tomorrow like there’s no future, like changing is impossible. They are not willing to take conscience that this limbo is ending, that the last moment of reckoning is inevitably drawing near, and unless unite, it will mercilessly blow away everything.
They cannot see it: the Grove has wakened, conjuring a storm to befall its enemies, those who oppose the utter chaos and instincts. But what matters more, what will the Grove do, once the last stand has fallen? who knows how many worlds will conquer, consume, destroy.
However, the Hétrya, no, all the Velusian race, is determined not to let pass this idiocy that seems to have wrapped Válásí, which sought outside of the world that gave birth to it incommensurable power; they will fight against it, they are going to impose a last mark on these ever growing chronicles, or perish gloriously in their civilization end dusk.

Military Capabilities

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The Sentinels

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The nerve of the army. Very versatile, a sentinel is specialized in swift and unheard attacks, often granted by their experience in marksmanship.
Though their best battle environment are the walls of the Kargath, their eclectic nature gives them complete freedom of movement into any territory, though damaging in some cases their resistance to specific enemies.
Sentinels are raised to their job since their very childhood, indoctrinated on the major virtues of any good Velusian, and brought to their final state through a difficult training that lasts for great part of their young ages. Once fully developed, every sentinel must take a magic owe, to protec and serve the kingdom with heart and faith. It's still possible to become a Sentinel, though much more difficult, as the subject has to catch up with people born to fulfill their task.


A Reptilian mount

Running back and forth through the jungle would be a strenuous task without those friendly reptilians: dragon like creatures, are furnished with strong claws and swift bodies, that make them perfect to move across the Grove and the unsteady branches that cross the endless ravines.

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The City guard

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More specialized than common sentinels, the city guards are commonly the ones who patrol the roads of the Kargath, and fight the greater odds. Their fighting abilities are incredible, and whereas some of them specialize in heavy and devastating blows, some other would prefer to keep track with the ancestral traditions, and wear light armors for faster and clearer movements.

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Druids & Magicians

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Druids are the second most important part of the army, as they compose an essential role in covering large fields of units with healing buffs, or in enlarging the forces with summoned creatures like animal spirits or forest spawns. Many of them are also proficient in poisonous magic, making these few individuals extremely important for large military movements across the plane.



The elementalist is basically an expert of the basic and advanced concepts of thaumaturgy, after having studied both theoretically and empirically the wonders and mad mechanical laws that rule the universe. Understanding how the cosmos flows, they are able to bound elements to their will, conjuring large fireballs as spawning storms to favourite the harvest. However, the incredible quantity of wisdom required for such a profession leaves the row of magicians pretty skinny, making this kind of individuals rare and of incredible strategic value.

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Wardens

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Probably the less understood and trusted part of the army. These experienced soldiers are few, loyal only to the king, and absolutely deadly: they are the result of the mix between traditional and modern education, both military and physical ones. They make the nerve of the scouting and intelligence force, and wheter you have commited a crime or not, if you are their target, you are surely going to need a epitaph, sooner or later.

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The Dragons

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There are two major dragon races who live amist the fields of the Kargath: one of them are the Gilghrll, a considerably apathetic race of earth dragons, who sided with the Velusians only for sympathy and pity. Whereas their role may appear marginal, their resistance is incomparable to that of any mortal or deamonic being, and the crystals which make up great part of their bodies also function as magic transmitters, making these some kind of tactical war golems. They are unfortunately land dragons, and even willingly, they could never be able to fly.
On the other side there are the Holìvia dragons, essentially a race of friendly and playful beings, who sought in the Velusians an occasion for the peace and prosperity the Grove could never donate them. Compared to their moral value, which is quite high, the tactical one reduces to the sole unit transportation, given the high frangibility of their foliage mimicking bodies.

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The OwlBeasts

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Gùulvdar, personal guard of the Dragon King

Powerful, prideful, selfish, the Owlkind is one of the few sentient races of Verdance, alike Velusians. Though many of their ideologies never concretely supported a possible return to the Eternal garden state, they sided with the Hétrya as they saw their natural habitat slowly fade away with the unseen jungle mutations that reached the farthest cliffs and mountains.
They are used mostly as a heavy attack force, usually in the third line, often helping forest spawns to carry war artifacts and such. Many consider them useless, and even dangerous, but it cannot be forgotten the great influence the Owlkind had on the settlement of the Kargath, that granted them an 'honorable' privilege over the Velusians.

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The Forest Spawns

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Peaceful and semi-sentient beings wandering aimlessly in the jungle, these creatures were once gardeners and keepers of the forests. Now essentially jobless, they go from place to place, moving their small villages and seeking new places to purify and convert again in lush perfumed gardens. Important is how creatures of every size and mass avoid them as much as possible, probably for the distinctive goodness of these elementals. Fact is that some of them are integral part of Velusian society, and give a substantial help both in war and in peace.
Forest spawn summonings seem to be limited to the sole druids, and moreover these spirits are not keen on being called or distracted by anything that isn't Velusian, or their ally.

Anthem & Warcry

Alévehiá Eél Fél Válásí!

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D e m o n L o r d

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Name: Kráthin Eéleá
Type: The Verdance avatar

Appearance

Many times criticized for his girly and wimpy face, one must not forget that this forged young man has proved his value and strength more times than some old bearded generals that let themselves die off in dusty strongholds. Under the mask that are his royal clothes, bright int heir green and sophisticated designs, Elea has a well trained body, with muscles act to sudden and swift movements and hits. Scars testimony the fatigue of traditional education and training, or the countless battles he has gone through.
There's no peculiar part of his appearance that necessarily needs to be stressed out, as the overall equilibrate complex make him seem fair to members of both genders, though not necessarily attractive. He has the common constitution of Velusian race, with slightly pointy ears, and a slender build; he is somewhat taller than average, though not reaching like most males the same average height of females.
His hairs are of a light brown, slick but often revolting against specific formations; in broad sunlight they usually have a light-green appearance, typical of an Velusian. Usually, beneath them, Elea uses to wear a copper circlet, with small silk bandages, adorned with cream colored glyphs, hanging over his face; probably a traditional custom of his tribe, or just an odd habit consequent his return.
His eyes, on the contrary, have not a color common in Velusian society for the iris, but gleam of a light blue consistency, almost unearthly. The reasons behind it are not known, but surely not important nor interesting. Or perhaps not...?

Personality and Drive

Many are not able to perceive Elea’s true nature, where lies his unconceivable strength and magical ability. Whereas common conception portrays the Dragon King as a noble and just entity, Elea is simply more than that, and bears with him a secret buried deep inside his heart – or soul, as some would say.
He is not limited to the oneness of spirit that usually binds mortals and demons, but is participant of multiple natures granted them by the intertwining of his lost soul, and those of the forest spirits. In fact, the one who operates, that acts in public and civil life, is nor truly Elea, nor the spirits of the forests; perhaps is something superior composed of both. Or it’s likely that Elea has really died that day in the temple, and what now remains is an entirely different individual. Sure is that his behavior has much changed from how people remembered him once, and seems to be more eclectic and wit then before.
The king drives are obviously the betterness of his people, the growth of the state and the progress of civilization. To achieve that, the grove must be befall, and Verdance return to its original shimmering beauty. But what does this hollow façade bears in his heart? What are his real plans, hidden to anyone beside his other selves?
Only with time these secrets will be unveiled.

Life History

Verdance had never been a place for the weak, and the natural rule imposed severe changes to all fauna, sentient or not. However, of the Velusians, some refused to lick the knees of instincts, and forbid the sprawling chaos to manipulate them. These people, which sought a possibly better future, strayed off the habits and customs that spread amongst their kindred, and started to organize the environment to their own accord, no more mere temporary inhabitants of an untameable wilderness, but colonists of an ancient world. One of these clans was indeed the Hétrya, which eventually would find refuge in the Kargath, and develop a civilization on their own; however, they were not the only ones who proclaimed themselves independent from the will of the Grove, but many other tribes followed the same path, and tried to settle down in little paradises alike, spots of the world still uncontaminated by chaos to a certain extent. Elea born in one of these tribes, whose name went for Vaàl Ilvia, or ‘shimmering stream’, which was one of these stationary ethnic groups; most of his young life went off flawlessly – if becoming family heir though being fifth son may be considered normal -, educated to the common concepts of knowledge and ethics druids kept for generations. However, when he was around ten, war suddenly spread through the jungle sector they inhabited, and the tribe became soon conscious that they could not survive against the feral hatred of their brothers; it was settled to reach out for the western ravines, in hope to cross the run down bridge that connected the two extremities, and eventually enter in allied territory.


The Vaàl Ilvia village

But death was faster.
The muddy streams that unrolled under the stilts of Ilvia were inevitably filled with the blood of innocents, and everything was left in ashes, or in rotting decay. As soon as the savages came, left, without even bothering pillaging the village, just seeking blood to fed the madness which had grasped them. However, few individuals were blessed with survival; one of them was indeed Elea. But things didn’t go as any kind soul would have hoped. Knocked down in the first minutes of battle, his body slipped off the wood walkways, feeling into the small rivers. His body eventually survived drowning, unlikely his war mates, and was found by a wandering sentinel group, alerted by the sudden apparition of black smoke out of the dense foliage of the jungle. He never met the crumbling embers that were left of his spiling village, nor the mowed arts and body left everywhere to rot; Elea just woke up several days later, in the Kargath, lost, and estranged from his birthplace.

He eventually found again the will to fight, started to believe in the ideals that were the basis of the Hétrya, and in the end, decided to enter officially the military, to get good uses of his unique capabilities of factual marksman, and of his adept skills of druidism and elementalism. Hardships filled his path, and human and feral odds he had to overcome, raising his grade across the army, and awarding badges of honour, glory, and justice.
Sooner he was able to obtain for himself even a proper nickname, renowned in all the region, and sometimes even beyond it. He became the Water fury, a symbol of how man can raise himself from savagery to the most elevate concepts of chivalry.

Time passes, and mercilessly makes everything wither and die under his passage. Apparently, death’s shadow appeared more often, and already at the date of his twenty-fifth birthday, the first fatal omen appeared, preannouncing an inevitable and proxime end.
That day at least come, and Elea, completely unaware of his fate being shred under the eyes of unknown deities, abandoned the city, for the common recognition that routine asked to be fulfilled by everyone. Sent as head of a nutritious fellowship, composed of five or six man of noble attitude, left he Kargath and ventured into the unknown mist of the jungle, with the simple mission of surveying a zone inhabited by a group of friendly forest spawns: a routine work. Afterall forest spawns are seldom to be attacked by wandering beasts, and their mass and potentially un-ending life shielded them from most of dangers; one thing that seemed they lacked was company, and queerly enough nobody asked himself why they had never asked to join the resistance.
Following the same tracks used by even by the most inexpert novices, they reached the small valley inhabited by the forest spawns, finding it deserted. Initially perplexed, they sensed the atmosphere didn’t give any good omen on what was going to happen shortly later. And indeed, instincts are not always as bad as Velusians may think.
One of the most vicious and monstrous creature in the Grove is probably the Phlegmy worm, a rare species of invertebrates that has fun at smashing in pieces incidental sentinels or savages, gulping with ferine impetuosity the gory flesh mowed in little parts, enjoying particularly the languid and viscid feel that intestine gave when sliding through their simple digestive apparatus. Now, for one of the most unfortunate cases, or even more likely for the mischievous plot of some superior entity, the fellowship encountered the beasts, and was inevitably annihilated. The monstrous power of the worms, combined with the hostility of the environment brought death to those men. And with them fell also Elea. Or so it seemed.


Phlegmy worms attack Elea and his legacy

Time passed, and the expedition was long forgotten, long thought dead; calamity struck the kingdom, after that a particularly strong giant insects swarm attacked the Kargath whereas the lighthouse ceremony was completed, and the king died, the crown left without an heir, and darkness soon to befall into the kingdom.
But suddenly, like a ghost arisen from the legend of the past, exactly like fairy tails said, the rightful hero returned to take his proper place: Elea came back, escorted by the glorious magnificence of a dragon army, subjected to the new king; and Dragon king was thus nominated.
Elea, already considered hero of the people, ascended to the crown, and was posed as absolute ruler of the Kargath, of its lands, of its inhabitants. However many noted that Elea's behaviour had much changed, and his aims are not clear even now. Sure is, the latest successful expansionist campaigns prove that the king is determined to proceed further on the sanctified quest his predecessors overlooked.

Armaments

Elea usually tends not to wear too much weight on his back, thus he often uses light but sharp materials to forge his weapons. Most noticeably, he is mostly keen of highly proficient in strikes and lunges, done with his attentively prepared and sharpened sword. Moreover, hidden to malicious eyes, he carries a series of powerful potions and unguents, with a even more daggers for the most varying uses.

Dusk Edge-

This staff was believed nothing but a legend until few weeks before the conoration of Elea; everyone believed it was lost with the great clash that destroyed both king Jianvi's army and an insane Owlbear tribe. Incredibly enough, Elea during the wandering previous his return to the Kargath was able to find it again, consolidating even more his royal power.
Nobody actually knows the material of which this staff is composed, but rumors affirm is composed of refined stardust, bound through magical forces in the elegant and equilibrate form it has today.
Though its origins are unsure, it's given for sure that is an Eradni artifact, and thus incredibly powerful. Legends say that it is used to control animals, spirits and nature itself. In summary, the perfect druid and elementalist staff.

Arch of forests-

A seemingly weak and common longbow; you have seen many of this, and apparently bears now particular power. And indeed it does, for anyone who isn't conscious of its capabilities. Substantially, it acts as a magic conductor thanks to the soft cobalt strings that unroll beneath the steel surface, exponentially multiplying the magical power of some magical hits. Moreover, in case enchantment is not desired, can always be used as a booster for physical damage; obviously, if the casting does not break it.

Edge of Vengeance-

A slender sword, crafted by the best artisans of the once flourishing home tribe of Elea. The beauty of the blade, and the detailed designs, make suppose this is a weapon passed from generation to the immidiately succesive, symbol of the lasting of one family. However, no family now breathes anymore in the world, and its mission has changed to avenge the same souls it should have protected against all odds.
The lame is apparently inert and useless in the arms of any wielder who isn't his master, and whereas his normal outlook remains that of an elegant but pretty useless weapon, in the grip of his owner transforms in a vengeful art of destruction, surrounded a sharp, blue shimmering gleam.

Abilities

Passive Abilities-
Elea has the ability of perceiving the natural life that bursts around him, granting him the possibility of hearing and communicating with the forests, the plants, the animals, and the spirits who inhabit the most remote places.
Moreover, thanks to his natural propension for jungle and forests, he is immune to practically all diseases and poisons, making potentially invulnerable against the swamps and hazardous flora that lie beneath the jungle shrubbery.
He radiates a very powerful aura, usually visible with intese sunlight in the form of a pure light-blue aura, that sometimes scares lesser deamons or beings. Reason on such thing remains a mystery.


Spell-like abilities

Vengeful Spirits- Elea, being a proficient elementalist, can summon at his command most forms of elementals, with the sole exclusion of fire and decay ones. Moreover, heritage of the long tradition of druidism, he can bind to his will also forest spawns, and eventually summon them in fight.

Razor Claws- In any kind of ground, Elea can bend the earth and minerals to his will, eventually forming incredibly sharp shurikens to launch at any time. Depending on the type of soil used, each ammo will have different secondary effect.

Nature Boost- A sudden green halo surrounds the creature, eliminating all negative boosts, and eliminating most of potentially fatal poisons. As a side effects, if applied some unguent as aider, also wounds will start to regenerate.

Earth cliffs- In case of desperate retreat, Elea can summon resistant and high earth wall, by basically moving the ground itself. In some situations, this may even become an offensive spell, given the great damage such a massive impact would causate.

Everlasting Aurora- The spell calls forth to aid the caster in the formation of a watery bubble, of multiple functions. Whilst offensive through the creation of ice spears, bolted at great velocity through the air, it can also become defensive, creating an impenetrable barrier of solid water, whereas its support capabilities are limited to healing and stat boosts.
It's named after the perfume of the water much resembling that of morning dew drops.

Shimmering flower-Those who meet Uzthys’s gaze and fail to resist are overwhelmed by her otherworldly beauty. Allowing her to dominate their mind thus turning them into her minion.
Deep Roots- A bunch of metal like roots envelops the warded creature, causing it to stop immediately. If the roots wound the prey, they will start to release a liquid poisonous substance, that will either immobilize or put asleep the victim. Very few people have escaped the chocking grip of these seemingly alive roots.

Original Genes- Through a complex and long ritual, Elea is able to identify recessive genes in the genetic pool of the subject, releasing potentially dangerous or beneficial mutated cells into the organic system. Some of them may be able to reproduce, though only few cases attested this happening, and infect the whole body totally mutating the host. Cancer sometimes is not to be taken lightly.

Touch of the Verdance- The mystical touch of Verdance, gift of the spirits that rule the world, permits to subjugate any wild animal of good/neutral alignment, and eventually, even ferine beasts, if previously weakened. May also work for lesser demons, though Elea has never met a demonic creature for a... research testing.

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T h e H o l d i n g

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Name: The Karg(/k)ath - Vethuviá
Type: Citadel with annexed territory.

Description

The Kargath valley

Somewhere, off in the jungle, blooming out of the savage foliage that covers the seemingly endless green horizon of Fél Válásí, lays the civilized valley of Kargath (which literally means ‘Fertile Land’). The territory follows a minded and well-ordered shape and distribution, aimed to a perfect and elegant equilibrium between nature, deamon, and society.
Protected by a complex and enormous wall which blends with the mountains that surround the valley, unrolls a fertile farmland, tightly exploited to produce a consistent food outcome to nourish the whole territory; scarcely populated, most of edifices present in this sector are nothing more than rustic villas or silos, with the exception of few urban centers, inhabited by owners of the farthest fields or sentinels. Following the whitely paved roads running though the bright green of young fields or ochards, is possible to reach the inner cicle, a second,bigger wall that covers a circular area almost exactly in the middle of the Kargath: there rests Vethuviá, or simply ‘The city’, nerve of the whole civilization. Leading all to the justice palace, and the lighthouse, situated in the middle of the circle, paved streets are intercoursed by green plazas and palaces, thanks to both the aid of botanical gardens and a green stucco mixture, used often in conjunction with a white one; intertwined, the two of them cheerfully play on numerous light games created with particularly minded forms and shapes, carved in the tuff walls. Whilst on the outer side of the city, shouldering the inner wall circle, merchandising and trading take place, and inhabited mostly by farmers, artisans, or filled with manufacturers, leaning closer to the center palaces and small four stories multi-family buildings start to appear, bearing more elegant and stunning designs. The lighthouse strays from the whole territory concept, due to his cold and dull massive walls which spire far into the sky, reaching out to the domain once only inhabited by dragons; composed of large bluish basalt bricks ( not differently from walls), interconnected with a resistent and unknown cobalt based metal legacy, the lighthouse is what remains of tangible of the Eradni passage on the world. Today its main purposes are mainly two: to create a safe refuge for the newly joined dragons nests, and to serve the same purpose its name bears with it, as, once a month, a suspicious amount of wood and timber (sometimes with small additions of coal and refined alcohol) is fired to attract possible allies… or potential preys.
Little mention deserves also the territory immediately outside of the Kargath: after an heavy exploiting of the wood resources that surround and continuously choke the inner land, and due to particularly complex druidic rites, the earth has started to produce again spontaneously the ancient flower mat that originally covered indiscriminately all the surfage of the Eternal Verdance.

The Kargath is based on an autarchic self-management and self-protection policy, and whilst movements in the inner zones of it are freely and gladly permitted, opening the walls to exit into the exterior world is considered, without explicit permission by the king himself, as a severe crime, and punishable with even death.

From the sky, the valley aspect resembles much that of a the benzene, whose six edges represent the cobalt walls, and six points five mountains, plus one dead Vulcan; exactly at the center of it there’s a blurred circular structure with a massive construction raising from the ground in the middle of it. Symbolically it represents the ideal perfection of deamonic intellect, and the incessant and eternal success of ordered nature, over chaotic nature.


A Crypt Dragon

During the first times, the original settlement could exchange letters and potentially useful jungle state information through a portal not too distant from the Kargath, that connected the Nexus; however, given the sudden appearance of a particularly ferocious Crypt dragons nest, and the spectacular but nonsensical position of the warp (situated on the edge of a cliff overlooking a vast vegetative zone, whose only excess points are the road that connects directly to the Kargath, and a crumbling and ruined marble staircase that connects the ruined warp facility with the underlying forest), contacts have become so dangerous to force the cutting of all contacts with the other planes. However, something has changed recently, and seems that the latest change of the wind has taken away the stench of those vile creatures. Maybe exchanges with the nexus are possible again? And, more importantly, what could have forced the Crypt Dragons to move?

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Old evicted post

I would like to temporarily reserve Fèl Vàlàsì, please. I'm probably going to post my application tomorrow.

Some questions:
- Factions may always respect the themes of the plane they live in?
- How does inter-plane travel works? Teletransportation? Simulacre-creation?
- Magic allowed to which extent?
- How far can the plane customization go?

Thank you in advance.

[NewSun]

Looks good, Dred. I'll add your claim to the OP and such. I suggest getting into contact with others and arranging some subplots and stuff.

Also, for a hider:

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[Dredigan]

Oh okay thanks :D

I'm assuming you will guide the invasions and such so we shouldn't plan on saying "Oh I'm going here right away." correct?

[Dredigan]

Double Post sorry.

[NewSun]

TwistedSun said
I would like to temporarily reserve Fèl Vàlàsì, please. I'm probably going to post my application tomorrow.Some questions:- Factions may always respect the themes of the plane they live in?- How does inter-plane travel works? Teletransportation? Simulacre-creation?- Magic allowed to which extent?- How far can the plane customization go?Thank you in advance.

I'll add that you're interested in it. Nobody else has their eyes on it, though. I think you're safe ;)

-They should embody one or more of the themes, yes.
-Via Exáriá, the Nexus. Each plane has a gateway to it, and the Nexus contains respective gateways to each plane.
-As great an extent as you feel you need for your faction. It's really up to you. If something is too over the top i'd let you know, but you have freedom here, especially when designing a faction based on an outer-plane world.
-You can designate as much of the plane as you like, obviously provided the provided descriptions and themes still ring true. Go nuts!

[Raptorman]

This is very much a work in progress but I want to get the beginning up so I have the claim while I continue working.

Location

Plane: Iíoá Yuávíór

Lord

Name: Evarast, Radiant Arbiter
Type: Ascended Neverborn Spirit
Appearance:


Evarast is a bright spectral being that glows with an otherworldly light. His form is at least to a certain degree transparent and things can be seen through him, though faintly and in a distorted fashion. His form is one that speaks of male beauty, his skin is flawless, his face and features perfectly even, his hair is long and white, and like the rest of him spectral and partially see through as well as radiant. His clothing is ornate and delicate, clearly being the work of a substantial degree of effort to craft. Voluminous sleeves hang from his arms and the main body of the robes have countless intricate layers of diaphanous cloth. Evarast's head is adorned with a spectral crown with spines that rise up into the air around his head and which radiate that same light as the rest of his form. From his back hangs a mantle/cape that fans out wide behind his body. This mantle/cape is of variable nature and can often split and take on the form of wings, spectral and bright like the rest of his form. His height is variable and he can appear to be the size of mere human, as well as towering over them at 8 or 9 feet in height.

At least that is the form that Evarast prefers to take. The other form of Evarast is one that is far less pleasant to behold. He still glows with otherworldly light but the light is a sickly blue and a shadowy fog swirls around his person as well. His body is gaunt and almost skeletal with his skin pulled tight over his bones. In this form he is a figure of dread and unliving majesty. He still possesses his crown and his clothing remains ornate and impressive, however both his crown and clothing appear faded and decayed much in the same way that his body in this form. This form is the current true form of Evarast and it is to this form that he will eventually revert without infusions of certain forms of energy.

Personality and Drive:
Evarast is a being driven by several goals. He is a being that views order and law as essential. He cannot abide chaos and disorder, finding them to be the greatest scourges upon any and all planes. He has a burning desire to impose law and order, his law and order upon all the planes and to reshape them in his perfect image. Evarast is also driven by his own hunger, at this time his nature is that of one of the Neverborn, spiritual wraiths and vampiric beings that have never truly known life. As one of these beings he hungers for souls and power both to sustain himself and he hopes to change and remake the world. Evarast is an embodiment of his own code of law and order, a harbinger of a harsh form of justice and one who rewards those who obey the laws. He will only strike against those who violate the laws. However this does not make him good, his law codes are strict and draconian, he has no concept of such things as mercy or pity, and will never bend.

History:
Evarast's true origins are unknown and the subject of much speculation for while he is in many ways one of the Neverborn he also possesses traits and ambitions that no other Neverborn was known to possess. The first anyone knew of the being known as Evarast was eons ago in Iíoá Yuávíór. Amid the endless squabbling for souls as the Neverborn hunted the faded remnants of humans and other beings that had ended up in the lands after death the antics of one particular Neverborn had gone unnoticed. Unlike the others this being, who would come to call himself Evarast was fascinated with the great network of conduits that carried the concentrated essence of countless millions of souls. Where others fought for scraps, lording it over pieces of territory and claiming those few souls that appeared in their meager lands Evarast studied the conduits with hunger, seeking a way to access them.

Exactly how long this process took, and how long ago it occurred is uncertain for time is a funny and fluid thing in Iíoá Yuávíór but in the end this being did find a way. Somehow he ruptured one of the conduits and as the great river of souls that flowed upwards into the sky sputtered he bathed in and consumed the souls of millions of beings. The sputtering of the great river of souls was what drew the attention of his fellows and many of the Neverborn were drawn to the broken conduit. Driven to a frenzy as seemingly limitless souls poured forth the other Neverborn began to fight among themselves to be the only being to possess the power, not realizing that one had already entered the conduit itself.

Not until the others had exhausted themselves and expended much of their energy in battles against each other did Evarast emerge from within the broken conduit. He had been changed by it, no longer was his form haggard and gaunt, half decaying and reeking of death, instead he now was radiant and powerful. He declared that a new age had dawned, that a new order would be born, and that he would now rule. Some of his kind objected to this statement and where promptly destroyed, their very souls ripped out and used before the eyes of the other stunned Neverborn to forge a throne upon which the radiant Evarast now sat. This was the beginning of his rule.

Armaments:
Lothloris- A spear born of pure soul energy, forged from millions of souls drawn from within the conduits that flow throughout Iíoá Yuávíór along with shards of the conduit itself and tempered by the souls of unfaithful Neverborn. Lothloris is a weapon that looks to have been made from crystallized light. It is a weapon that inflicts wounds on both the body and the soul with equal ease and because of this strikes both corporeal and incorporeal beings with equal ease. Also due to it's nature as a weapon forged from souls Lothloris can be either corporeal or incorporeal as its user wills it to be. Many have expected their shields and armor to protect them only to find the spear of Evarast piercing clean through them. Even attempts to parry Lothloris often fail for it takes a weapon with similar properties to even touch it. Those not immediately slain by a blow from Lothloris have seeds of light planted within them that grow and burn away at both body and soul. Further Evarast has been known to extremely frequently use Lothloris to channel great eruptions of light drawn from souls and as such is clearly a catalyst. Less well known is the fact that Lothloris is actually a direct link to the conduits and that through his spear Evarast can directly draw upon them for power.

Abilities:

Passive Abilities- Like all Neverborn Evarast is not a primarily physical being. Instead he is a being made up primarily of souls and spirits. He is primarily incorporeal and as such cannot truly be harmed by purely physical weapons. It is possible to disrupt his form like all Neverborn, for example rolling a boulder through his form would cause a momentary disturbance as his body reformed but swinging a sword of shooting arrows at him will do nothing save pass through him and perhaps slightly disrupt his appearance unless they are magically prepared to strike at incorporeal beings. Also like all Neverborn Evarast has the innate ability to consume souls to increase his own power and heal himself if damage is dealt to him. Also like all Neverborn Evarast is capable of making his body physical when he wishes for it to be and is capable of striking at the souls of beings even while incorporeal. He can naturally channel soul energy and manipulate the light that comes from souls like all Neverborn, though his level of power and expertise with these skills is far greater than any other Neverborn.

Active Abilities-

Final Judgement- Evarast has the ability to rip out the souls of beings and actively twist and manipulate them into whatever he desires. This power is frequently used to punish those who have violated his laws and codes. He uses them as building blocks and for other purposes, like adding their souls to Lothloris. This power typically spells the end for any being that he wishes to slay with it. It will only affect another lord if the lord is willing or greatly weakened.

Soul Burst- Evarast can actually destroy souls and utilize the energy that comes with their destruction as a weapon. Similarly to Final Judgement where the souls used are those who have violated his laws and contracts the fodder used to produce this energy is also drawn from those who violate his laws and codes. The destruction of a soul unleashes torrents of blinding and burning light for a short period of time. The light is so intense and powerful that most creatures of darkness who would be damaged by the sun are outright destroyed by it.

Radiance- Drawing on the power of millions of souls Evarast can call forth light around himself with an intensity that exceeds that of the sun. His aura of light is frequently used to counter opponents who attempt to do the opposite such as drowning an area in shadows and darkness.

Infusion- Evarast can infuse others with additional souls, increasing their power and altering them to his liking. This is mostly done to willing individuals as a reward, but could also be concievably used as a weapon to overload another and force them to self destruct due to an extreme excess of energy.

Holding

Name: The Evarraelm

Type: The Evarraelm is a portion of Iíoá Yuávíór that is slowly being built over by the will of Evarast. Brick by brick, soul by soul he is forging something new within the plane. Iíoá Yuávíór is a realm of death where nothing truly lives and the Evarraelm is no different in truth, only different in appearance. At this point the Evarraelm encompasses only a small area, but within the area is something startlingly idyllic. There is an illusion of life there, grass grows, so do trees, and other things. But in truth these things are not living, rather tortured souls brutalized and reshaped until they are little more than the bricks and mortar for Evarast's grand undertaking.

Description: The Evarraelm is not vast, in the grand scheme of things it is barely a blip upon the surface of Iíoá Yuávíór. The Evarraelm begins to be noticeable as different from the rest of the plane as one approaches it. There is what seems to be life in a lifeless world, grass poking up through cracks, slightly less withered and twisted trees, even the light seems to change losing some of its bluish tint and becoming a more pure white. The Evarraelm proper is protected by great white walls that loom high into the sky. Worked into the structure of the walls are carvings that depict the glory of Evarast, which makes sense given it was by his power that the walls were built and shaped. The walls are manned by shining sentinels, beings that appear almost angelic, but that are in fact others among the Neverborn who Evarast has bestowed gifts of additional souls upon allowing them to transcend their natural forms.

Within the walls is a scene that would be more fitting in what men would consider heaven. It is idyllic and green, lush and seemingly living, a tiny oasis in the midst of the soul starved land of Iíoá Yuávíór. And also at the very center of this idyllic garden grown from tortured souls is a great white domed building. Within this building is a single massive chamber in which Evarast holds court. In the very center of this great chamber is a pool from which endless streams of white light and wisps of power rise. In front of this endless bubbling spring of souls sits the throne of Evarast, the place from which he reigns.

Host

Name: The Radiant Legion

Size: The Radiant Legion is not particularly large. Evarast is proud and picky, only choosing those who meet his rigid standards and discarding all others. The few who he chooses as worthy however are beings of great power for he has bestowed many souls upon them to facilitate their growth and transformation from decaying wraiths and shades into beings of light and power. Perhaps 200 in total, it is small but powerful.

Hierarchy and Culture: The Radiant Legion is a small but elite force in which each member was personally chosen by Evarast to serve him. He is the ultimate commander of the legion and for the most part no other among them has a real rank of command, a thing largely possible due to the extremely small size of his forces. However there is one being among them, the first to pledge her fealty to him and who has shown the most devotion to her lord. Vilvia, the de-facto second in command of the Radiant Legion. She is a being who like Evarast has nearly completely transcended Neverborn origins through his favor and power. Below Evarast and Vilvia are the other members who have been fed souls and enhanced as well to the point where they too have taken on angelic forms. Typically they follow Evarast because they believe in his vision of order and law. His rule is not one of fear or terror, his is one built on a foundation of honor and law. With Evarast you know exactly where you stand and how you will be treated, for he never violates his own laws.

History: The Radiant Legion was founded upon the very day that Evarast transformed by the power of millions of souls emerged from the wreckage of one of the great conduits. While some resisted his ascension to power many others swore loyalty to him and attempted to join his cause. Ultimately most of those who attempted to join him would be found wanting over time, failing to uphold his laws and obey but there were some who were able to learn the rigid codes and uphold them, and over time a trickle of those who could actually meet his standards arrived and slowly the Radiant Legion has grown. To Evarast it is not about numbers or sheer power, to Evarast his forces must be those who embody the law and all else is secondary.

Military Capabilities: (Can I be accepted without this for the moment? I am still trying to figure it out.)

Warcry: By His Light!

[NewSun]

TwistedSun said
I would like to temporarily reserve Fèl Vàlàsì, please. I'm probably going to post my application tomorrow.Some questions:- Factions may always respect the themes of the plane they live in?- How does inter-plane travel works? Teletransportation? Simulacre-creation?- Magic allowed to which extent?- How far can the plane customization go?Thank you in advance.

I'll add that you're interested in it. Nobody else has their eyes on it, though. I think you're safe ;)

-They should embody one or more of the themes, yes.
-Via Exáriá, the Nexus. Each plane has a gateway to it, and the Nexus contains respective gateways to each plane.
-As great an extent as you feel you need for your faction. It's really up to you. If something is too over the top i'd let you know, but you have freedom here, especially when designing a faction based on an outer-plane world.
-You can designate as much of the plane as you like, obviously provided the provided descriptions and themes still ring true. Go nuts!

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Oh okay thanks :D

I'm assuming you will guide the invasions and such so we shouldn't plan on saying "Oh I'm going here right away." correct?

The way I see it, you're all taking part in writing, what is essentially, a book. You're just doing chapters at a time, from different perspectives. You can arrive as fast or as slow as you want, as long as it is respectful to other players and maintains a certain level of non-duchebaggery. But yes, when things get intense, I will be there to look over everything and make sure everybody is playing nicely. Such situations will likely even go to a collaborative effort.

Bottom line: don't worry about it. I gotcha all covered.

[TwistedSun]

NewSun said
I'll add that you're interested in it. Nobody else has their eyes on it, though. I think you're safe ;)-They should embody one or more of the themes, yes. -Via Exáriá, the Nexus. Each plane has a gateway to it, and the Nexus contains respective gateways to each plane. -As great an extent as you feel you need for your faction. It's really up to you. If something is too over the top i'd let you know, but you have freedom here, especially when designing a faction based on an outer-plane world. -You can designate as much of the plane as you like, obviously provided the provided descriptions and themes still ring true. Go nuts!

Phew xD
As soon as I found this NRP I ran into garrisons to take a nice spot! Thank you for answering to my doubts.