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Razelia: The Kingdom Of Magic (FINISHED)

@Frozen0Titan - Erm, I think you might have posted twice in the same round. You might need to wait on PaulHaynek's summary post first I believe.

Razelia: The Kingdom Of Magic (FINISHED)

Thessir

So his tigir's a caster too huh? Talk about fair play. Hah!

He watched as the beast cast a spell to try and slow his poison's spread. It was cute to see that his opening move had them so ruffled. They had yet to see the half of what he was bringing to the table.

With the man trading words with his pet it gave him plenty of time to whisper a few words to himself too. These weren't just mere mumblings however. Just as the man started to trade buffs with his tiger Thessir turned his head down, the rim of his hat covering what skin was visible from the front. His flesh softened as his skin quickly darkened. All details vanished as his head turned as black as the night. He no longer held any visible facial features, it was almost as though his face was naught but a blank slate. He could still see, taste and hear but what shapes and contours that had previously defined the presence of such organs were all now identical to the dark mass that his face now consisted of. His hair flickered and flowed about the air like shadowy wisps, the hairs having transformed into tiny tendrils of hybridized darkness.

Taking the time to make a short hop so the ice rolling across the ground did not catch his feet he didn't even bother to look up and see what they were doing. It didn't take a genius to figure the tiger was going to leap on him now and that's exactly what it did. As predictable as it was the outstretched paw whapped against his side. He had changed his entire torso and head into dark mass, leaving his arms and legs as normal. This way all his vital points were now soft and malleable, no longer vulnerable to many forms of damage which he was about to see inflicted upon them.

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His jacket crumpled around the tiger's foreleg, his gooey self still inside as it wrapped around the limb from the force of it's swipe. His arms and legs were cast off, falling onto the icy ground directly below them where they laid limp. The ends which his body previously covered were capped with a small glob of his dark mass to keep them from bleeding out.

As for the remaining attacks the second one from Maldur's ice tail smashed into his jacket still coiled about the leg. There was a loud crunch as some knives were jostled and a glass bottle was crushed, the faint smell of barbecue sauce wafting up below the tiger's keen nose, however the rest of the force from the blow did little more than squish a bit of his mass as the majority of the impact was instead transferred through to the limb he was wrapped around.

Now as for the last attack he was actually looking out for this one. Instead of avoiding this one he purposefully held out a knife to try and catch the beam of lightning with it. With another tendril he pressed the flat of the blade against the ice bracer on Maldur's foreleg. Now he was no expert in lightning magic but he certainly spent a fair while listening during class unlike certain other students. He knew that once electricity reaches it's target if there were no enchantments designed to enhance or guide it's pathing it would always choose the path of least resistance in it's ever constant yearning to meet the ground. He was not touching the ground but the tiger certainly was. By forming a conduit through the ends of his throwing knives he planned to divert Kazudain's lightning attack into his precious pet.

Now, dark mass was far different from regular flesh and it's properties regarding electricity were quite different as well. A major detail Thessir had not been aware of was that the darkness was not conductive to electricity. On one hand his nervous system didn't operate like how it did with normal flesh meaning he experienced no involuntary seizing as was characteristic of electrocution. On the other hand the amount of resistance his dark mass provided essentially stalled the shock by the time it reached halfway down the tendril holding the receiving blade. The heat generated by said resistance caused the substance to bubble slightly and the cuff of his sleeve was starting to smoke. Were it regular flesh it would have been thoroughly cooked but of course when it came to dark mass heating it up only made it more fluid which really didn't disrupt his form any, at least not at this level of heat.

"Yikes!" He remarked with both fascination and surprise as he retracted his knife-wielding tendrils into his body. Talk about an odd time to make a new discovery about the properties of darkness. That was not to mention the fact that the flash of the lightning stung his tendril like a splash of rubbing alcohol on an open wound.

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Coming down from his failed idea for retaliation he swiftly concocted a new plan on the spot. Leaping off the tiger's foreleg he dove into it's shadow, catching his arms on the way through though his legs were a little far to easily grab in a single leap so he left those behind. He emerged within the darkness underneath Kazudain's cloak, right between his legs. Extending his ropey tendrils he attempted to wind himself around both legs with the entirety of his body. He figured by fighting this close up on it's master the tiger would be unable to attack him without risking harm upon the other.

With his arms, daggers still clutched in their grip, he stabbed up at him while using his outfit to mask his attack. His aim was to plunge both daggers right up under Kazudain's rib cage where all the soft vital parts rested. He figured if he was about to kill the man then the judge would surely call the fight regardless of whether his tiger was still in fighting condition or not.

The truth was that the poison earlier wasn't truly meant to remove him from the fight...

It was to keep him from escaping.

Tabula Rasa || Ancient Gods

@Lord Zee - Indeed. As any general may tell you though territory is only as good as your ability to hold. Having a nice large home will provide for some interest conflict as this rather reclusive deity will have to strive to keep her tunnels from being usurped in the likelihood that someone takes an interest in them. Or you know, if the gods of light just want to make her day worse like always.

Tabula Rasa || Ancient Gods

@Lord Zee - That is a lovely map. With The North Crown being the longest range of mountains around Oao's got herself a fair bit of land to try and keep free of horrible, horrible intruders... Which is basically any intruders.

Tabula Rasa || Ancient Gods

Oao

Deity Name: Oao (Pronounced "O-Ow").

Domain: The Darkness.

Appearance:

Oao's Guise

To start, no darkness shaped by her has eyes. She simply sees through their essence.

Oao has many forms for she wears the darkness around her, shaping it as both an extension of her body and a cover to conceal herself within. Her most familiar shape of darkness is that of a tall willowy humanoid, lithe with a subtle feminine shape to it. It's arms are almost as long as it's body is and possesses a pair of exceedingly long yet thin hands. It's face is a completely featureless mask sitting underneath a mass of long wispy tendrils of darkness serving as what could be assumed to be hair. It's legs end in a single trunk that sprawls out at the ankle level with several dark roots that pull it forward as a means of locomotion.

Her true form is that of an emaciated genderless little humanoid, a rather pathetic creature. Her skin is whiter than snow and she's no larger than a human child though she may appear smaller as she tends to remain hunched forward. She has got bony arms with two twig-like fingers and an only slightly thicker thumb. Despite being thin little bones called fingers they are long enough to reach around the entirety of an adult human's head. Her feet are normal sized for a human child though they only possess two little claw-like toes.

Her face is gaunt and narrow with thin lips and a mouth full of needle fine teeth. Shorter sets of these teeth run all the way down into her throat, allowing her to chew what she swallows all the way down. She has got shallow cheeks with eyes twice the size of a human's. Completely filling her eyes is a deep darkness, an abyss so black staring deeply into them can leave one's grip on sanity loosened. As though swimming in the shores of the fathomless darkness which appear to stretch on for eternity are two vanishingly small points of white light. There is only one for each eye, two minuscule stars set to float atop an infinite void confined within the space of her rather large eyes. Oao has long straight silky jet black hair that appears very well groomed, something to be envied by many with long dark hair were they to discover she had it.

Her voice is a soft, light pitch like that of a wispy young girl. Whenever she speaks it's always with a tremble to her voice, becoming shakier the more afraid she is.

Realm: The Caverns of North Crown.

North Crown, the human name given to the mountain range that encircles the northern pole of the world like a massive crown. Deep throughout this range is a truly massive series of caverns which form a truly labyrinthine maze beneath the mountains that she calls home. She has no subjects nor really anything to call her own. The tunnels she has dug are bare and frigid due to their proximity to the frozen lands and seas that lay within the crown. She has driven away all fauna from her territory save the creatures naturally born without eyes. Hence, only worms and moles reside within the mountains though these beasts can sometimes grow to be fairly large when left unchecked. Rockborer worms in particular tend to range on the rather gigantic size of things, growing to about the same mass as whales and possessing massive hardened beaks designed to bore through solid rock, hence the name.

Much of these caverns have been plastered with congealed darkness that is imbued with the power to turn aside the gaze of all beings, even the gods. Not even magic can pierce the darkness she's painted her realm in, forming a great curtain over her home that she uses to hide herself in. Of course like all things created from darkness it is susceptible to light, the essence of illumination antithetical to that of darkness. Her darkness is strong however so woe be onto the unwary who traipse into her realm thinking a mere torch will thwart the likes of her darkness.

Personality:

Many are afraid of the dark. What most don't know is that the dark is more afraid of them.

She is perhaps the oldest of the non-primordial deities, having existed for as long as darkness itself has for she and it are one and the same. In the beginning life was quiet, comfortable, peaceful. It wasn't until Time's eye had cast it's awful light upon everything that her life had it's sudden dramatic and somewhat literal downward spiral. Resting comfortably in the darkness between stars her domain was violated by this awful illumination. Her cocoon was being eaten away the the sun's rays! In desperation she formed the darkness into a massive hardened spiral and launched herself into the earth, twisting and winding her shell about to burrow down as far as she could like some massive black worm.

Thus is the reason she resides in the darkest corners of the earth. Down in the darkest caverns and the deepest canyons, any and all spaces that sunlight has never touched, that is what she calls home. She hides herself from the eyes of all beings, even the other gods, for just like how the sun threatened her very being to it's very essence she extends that fear to all other beings with eyes. Eyes are tools of the light, dependent on it to violate the very purpose of the dark: To conceal all from the light.

She is miserable. She doesn't understand why everything is obsessed with banishing her. From the light of the sun to the fires the little humans carry there is nary a single being she's aware of that doesn't wish to violate the very nature of her essence by trying to pull away her precious domain. To her these beings are essentially seeking to strip her naked so that all may gawk upon and abuse the feeble little creature that she is. She is painfully aware of how fragile a goddess she is, a tiny delicate little being trapped in a massive stone ball run by massive beings of tremendous power, all vying to steal away her hiding spaces to claim as their own territory thus forcing her into an ever smaller corner to hide in.

Even if she were the most powerful and beautiful being alive however that would not change the fact that it is in her very nature to be afraid of being seen. The terror that something might be trying to catch a glimpse of her fills her heart and consumes her mind at all times, frequently leading to full blown panic attacks. She weeps, she shivers, she sits huddled in the dark caverns far away from all living creatures. She is lonely as she is incapable of trusting anything to not betray her. Even when creatures cannot even see her if they are even nearby her mind will trick her into feeling the sensations of their eyes grazing across her cold taut flesh. Her paranoia is massive and overall she is an emotionally unstable trainwreck of a genderless aberration filled with a growing sense of her impending doom as the gods vie to steal all that is hers away until she is inevitably left at the mercy of her greatest foe: The Sun.

Needless to say given how much grief it has caused her she holds a seething enmity towards all light, the sun chiefest of them all. She would love nothing better than to snuff out the sun and plunge the world into eternal darkness but she is too shy and cowardly to ever act out so brazenly. Until something changes she maintains focus on preserving her hold over the chthonic territories, driving out intruding deities however possible so that she may remain safely hidden from all.

Other:

- She took her name from the sound she heard coming from the void.

Roleplay about being trapped inside a roleplay: Adventures from the Place Holder

@HokumPocus - In a technical sense she isn't quite genderless as she still reproduces, it's just through cellular division as opposed to intercourse. As her form of reproduction is known in bacteria as asexual reproduction I use that term to define her gender as otherwise, given how her mind is currently from a female, she'd be female sans the correct organs.

Roleplay about being trapped inside a roleplay: Adventures from the Place Holder

Cynthia/Anima.

True Name: Cynthia Saline.

True age: 21.

True gender: Female.

True appearance:

She stands at roughly five feet four inches tall and weighs one hundred and thirty three pounds. She has perfectly straight jet black hair in a sideswept bob cut and a light olive toned skin. Her body frame is faintly ectomorphic, not very angular despite being fairly flat. Amidst her variety of casualwear she can be seen wearing a white button up shirt and dark shaded jeans. Lastly she has deep dark brown eyes which look pitch black in less than optimal lighting.

True personality:

She is something of a thinker, one who dwells deeply upon matters and always takes time to consider things instead of rushing to any conclusions. She likes to take matters at her own pace, even if that pace can sometimes be a fair bit slower than everyone elses. Given her predilection towards thought she is a fairly insular individual who largely keeps to herself. Anything that would even remotely resemble friends for her all exist online as she dwells a fair bit on the net in her free time between her studies.

She can be fairly fastidious, always maintaining a fairly tidy environment around herself when she can. She is a creature of routine, given to adhering to the same motions for any given task. It helps her save more time to think about matters of higher learning, leaving mundane matters off her mind amidst her daily rituals. As such she can be somewhat slower to adapt in circumstances of sudden change or in instances where quick thinking is needed. Her fields of fascination lie in matters many would find strange. Insects, bacteria and most other things other people would find repulsive are things she holds a certain interest in, even if she would never in her life go near them. It is something of a morbid fascination with matters that while interesting are things that she would find hard to even approach let alone interact with.

Reason for having attended the game: With her last gm having recently died in a fatal car crash the campaign he was hosting dissolved and she was left without a group. With this unfortunate change she decided to take her mother's advice and pick a more social medium of roleplaying. Answering the online ad she was thrust into these unfortunate circumstances before long.

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Character´s name: Anima.

Character´s age: 2.

Character´s gender: Asexual.

Character´s appearance:

Anima's Appearance.

This roughly one hundred pound blob of living goo appears to maintain the rough approximation of a humanoid form. It chooses to appear like a human but it's clear that it is a matter of preference since it can resume it's regular form whenever it wishes. It's body is a translucent green color not dissimilar to lime jello in color, texture and yield. No matter it's form it always has a set of eyes though these eyes are not separate organs themselves but are instead light sensitive spots on it's body. The eyes appear to work similarly to human eyes in that they can look around and also possess expressive eyelids but it is all mimicry.

Surprisingly it can talk and is able to speak quite well however it's voice can be likened to something akin to the combined sounds of a mouse's squeak and two balloons rubbing against each other. It's voice is, needless to say, very high pitched and rubbery sounding.

Character´s background and lore:

Anima's Past.

Slimes, very few know exactly what they are let alone where they came from. Scholars hypothesize that they might be one of the lowest forms of life, a type of magically enlarged amoeba. Few believe that they might of been the very first iteration of life in the multiverse, the model off which every other life form is derived from. Regardless of what beliefs of slimes might arise, they are an infrequent but very numerous genus. Their most notable feature is the sheer variety of adaptions the slimes have developed, adopting abilities to fit almost any environment. Due to the rate at which they divide they tend to have high populations no matter where they live.

As for Anima, well, she is a slime as well. She was always a little different from any other slime. A simple green slime that lived in the woods, absorbing organic material for energy, not even a thought to her existence but she had a secret. She was capable of understanding that when she hid in colors that were similar to her own, predators would pass her by without notice. It was perhaps the closest to sentience most slimes ever possessed. Then came the great wizard Albert Morpheous. He was a wizard, a practitioner of magic like many others but he was quite different from the rest. After graduating from apprentice-hood and becoming a full magus he soon discovered a slime upon one of his outdoor strolls. Such a strange creature, so many questions not yet answered about this enigmatic blob. Of course, the blob in question wasn't Anima, but it was the first of many to be taken into Morpheous's tower.

Inside his laboratory he studied slimes, researching every single aspect of slimes. For forty long years he subjected the gelatinous creatures to every test conceivable. Many tests yielded negative results but quite a few produced some interesting results. He created slimes which were previously unheard of, subjecting ordinary slimes to various energies and forces until they adapted to it. The capabilities of the slimes were so numerous it was mind boggling. All of these tests however never yielded a slime with anything resembling intelligence. He performed so many tests, using so many different techniques but nothing resembling enhanced mental activity came of it. His latest attempt however was what would bring the Anima we all know into this world.

The magus Morpheus placed Anima within one his his patented energy conduction tubes, a large tube of specialized liquids connected to conduits forged with a magically conductive metal known as Arcanium. Attached in the center of this setup was an open nodule. After placing Anima in captivity within the tank he inserted an "Idea Shard" into the nodule, an extremely rare shard of thoughts made material. Over the span of months Anima was left to absorb these energies until eventually she developed more and more thoughts of her own, evolving into one of the very first thinking slimes.

Much time passed and after growing curious of the world beyond she escaped her tube only to find the wizard was nowhere to be found. The downstairs levels were a complete mess, totally overrun with slimes with books and alchemical equipment strewn about all over. Not wanting to get absorbed by a slime with a poor disposition she fled the tower and made her way out into the woods. Such is where this strange tale begins.

Character´s abilities:

- Splitting: A classic ability of slimes. When enough damage of certain varieties is dealt to her she will split into two smaller versions of herself, each one inheriting half of her remaining Life. Each version of herself can split once they receive up to half of their new maximum Life total. Once a version of herself possesses a Life total that is lower than a certain minimum percentage of her original maximum Life total she can no longer split upon receiving over half of her Life in damage.

In addition to inheriting half of her maximum Life total upon splitting both halves will also inherit half of all her knowledge as her mind is split evenly between the two slimes. They both will be able to function independently of one another but their memories will be scattered evenly between them. Lastly they can at any point recombine to form a single being, pooling both their memories and total Life pools together for combined effectiveness.

- Growth: Like any living creature she naturally grows by eating nutrient rich food. Unlike most living creatures there is no cap on how large she may grow. The larger she grows however the greater her food requirements become, providing an environmental limiter to her growth as well as an incentive to consider pragmatism in her given situation.

- Acid Damage: Physical contact with her slime residue causes acidic damage. This damage grows more potent in proportion to her overall mass.

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- Drawbacks: A severe travel speed reduction as a result of having no legs and also the problems that come with being boneless.

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The DM was terrible at his job and let everyone toss their own ideas into this mess. What poorly thought out ideas did you contribute?: She contributed the metal Arcanium, Idea Shards and most notably the race of slimes, those creatures almost every adventurer fights at one point or another in their career. Slimes, as described above, come in a plethora of varieties as they adapt to suit their environments so the possibilities as to what types of slimes exist are almost endless.

Tabula Rasa || Ancient Gods

@Polybius - You say Chaos placed it's eye as the sun but on the front page it states that it was Time that had set his eye out to become the sun, eternally chasing the sun with his hand becoming the moon. Did this change?

Tabula Rasa || Ancient Gods

@jetipster - Any amount of time taken back from the Light Dwellers is a victory in Oao's book... And by book I mean the scratchings on the stone walls. Not a lot of trees down in the caverns to make paper from.

Tabula Rasa || Ancient Gods

I present Oao, born from the void that she misses dearly.

Oao

Deity Name: Oao (Pronounced "O-Ow").

Domain: The Darkness.

Appearance:

Oao's Guise

To start, no darkness shaped by her has eyes. She simply sees through their essence.

Oao has many forms for she wears the darkness around her, shaping it as both an extension of her body and a cover to conceal herself within. Her most familiar shape of darkness is that of a tall willowy humanoid, lithe with a subtle feminine shape to it. It's arms are almost as long as it's body is and possesses a pair of exceedingly long yet thin hands. It's face is a completely featureless mask sitting underneath a mass of long wispy tendrils of darkness serving as what could be assumed to be hair. It's legs end in a single trunk that sprawls out at the ankle level with several dark roots that pull it forward as a means of locomotion.

Her true form is that of an emaciated genderless little humanoid, a rather pathetic creature. Her skin is whiter than snow and she's no larger than a human child though she may appear smaller as she tends to remain hunched forward. She has got bony arms with two twig-like fingers and an only slightly thicker thumb. Despite being thin little bones called fingers they are long enough to reach around the entirety of an adult human's head. Her feet are normal sized for a human child though they only possess two little claw-like toes.

Her face is gaunt and narrow with thin lips and a mouth full of needle fine teeth. Shorter sets of these teeth run all the way down into her throat, allowing her to chew what she swallows all the way down. She has got shallow cheeks with eyes twice the size of a human's. Completely filling her eyes is a deep darkness, an abyss so black staring deeply into them can leave one's grip on sanity loosened. As though swimming in the shores of the fathomless darkness which appear to stretch on for eternity are two vanishingly small points of white light. There is only one for each eye, two minuscule stars set to float atop an infinite void confined within the space of her rather large eyes. Oao has long straight silky jet black hair that appears very well groomed, something to be envied by many with long dark hair were they to discover she had it.

Her voice is a soft, light pitch like that of a wispy young girl. Whenever she speaks it's always with a tremble to her voice, becoming shakier the more afraid she is.

Realm: The Caverns of North Crown.

North Crown, the human name given to the mountain range that encircles the northern pole of the world like a massive crown. Deep throughout this range is a truly massive series of caverns which form a truly labyrinthine maze beneath the mountains that she calls home. She has no subjects nor really anything to call her own. The tunnels she has dug are bare and frigid due to their proximity to the frozen lands and seas that lay within the crown. She has driven away all fauna from her territory save the creatures naturally born without eyes. Hence, only worms and moles reside within the mountains though these beasts can sometimes grow to be fairly large when left unchecked. Rockborer worms in particular tend to range on the rather gigantic size of things, growing to about the same mass as whales and possessing massive hardened beaks designed to bore through solid rock, hence the name.

Much of these caverns have been plastered with congealed darkness that is imbued with the power to turn aside the gaze of all beings, even the gods. Not even magic can pierce the darkness she's painted her realm in, forming a great curtain over her home that she uses to hide herself in. Of course like all things created from darkness it is susceptible to light, the essence of illumination antithetical to that of darkness. Her darkness is strong however so woe be onto the unwary who traipse into her realm thinking a mere torch will thwart the likes of her darkness.

Personality:

Many are afraid of the dark. What most don't know is that the dark is more afraid of them.

She is perhaps the oldest of the non-primordial deities, having existed for as long as darkness itself has for she and it are one and the same. In the beginning life was quiet, comfortable, peaceful. It wasn't until Time's eye had cast it's awful light upon everything that her life had it's sudden dramatic and somewhat literal downward spiral. Resting comfortably in the darkness between stars her domain was violated by this awful illumination. Her cocoon was being eaten away the the sun's rays! In desperation she formed the darkness into a massive hardened spiral and launched herself into the earth, twisting and winding her shell about to burrow down as far as she could like some massive black worm.

Thus is the reason she resides in the darkest corners of the earth. Down in the darkest caverns and the deepest canyons, any and all spaces that sunlight has never touched, that is what she calls home. She hides herself from the eyes of all beings, even the other gods, for just like how the sun threatened her very being to it's very essence she extends that fear to all other beings with eyes. Eyes are tools of the light, dependent on it to violate the very purpose of the dark: To conceal all from the light.

She is miserable. She doesn't understand why everything is obsessed with banishing her. From the light of the sun to the fires the little humans carry there is nary a single being she's aware of that doesn't wish to violate the very nature of her essence by trying to pull away her precious domain. To her these beings are essentially seeking to strip her naked so that all may gawk upon and abuse the feeble little creature that she is. She is painfully aware of how fragile a goddess she is, a tiny delicate little being trapped in a massive stone ball run by massive beings of tremendous power, all vying to steal away her hiding spaces to claim as their own territory thus forcing her into an ever smaller corner to hide in.

Even if she were the most powerful and beautiful being alive however that would not change the fact that it is in her very nature to be afraid of being seen. The terror that something might be trying to catch a glimpse of her fills her heart and consumes her mind at all times, frequently leading to full blown panic attacks. She weeps, she shivers, she sits huddled in the dark caverns far away from all living creatures. She is lonely as she is incapable of trusting anything to not betray her. Even when creatures cannot even see her if they are even nearby her mind will trick her into feeling the sensations of their eyes grazing across her cold taut flesh. Her paranoia is massive and overall she is an emotionally unstable trainwreck of a genderless aberration filled with a growing sense of her impending doom as the gods vie to steal all that is hers away until she is inevitably left at the mercy of her greatest foe: The Sun.

Needless to say given how much grief it has caused her she holds a seething enmity towards all light, the sun chiefest of them all. She would love nothing better than to snuff out the sun and plunge the world into eternal darkness but she is too shy and cowardly to ever act out so brazenly. Until something changes she maintains focus on preserving her hold over the chthonic territories, driving out intruding deities however possible so that she may remain safely hidden from all.

Other:

- She took her name from the sound she heard coming from the void.