Hiya, AChronum here! Although I'm relatively new to rping, I have plenty of writing experience and love trying new genres and styles. I absolutely love high magic fantasy RPs and am pretty much willing to do anything so long as I can create a charaxter, not play an existing one, and develop lots and lots of backstory! I'm perfectly comfortable with all mature themes as well, although smut for smut's sake is out of the question.
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Xenos stretched, pleasantly sore from last night, and winced as the pounding in his head came back with a vengeance. It had taken five alarms to make sure he was here on time and he was debating whether or not it was worth it. The tension was palpable and he just didn't want to deal with it. Thankfully, Alisea spoke before he could open his mouth and do literally anything about it. He rested his chin on his arms, squinting past the hangover pain at her.
“We take the time to level. I don’t know about the rest of you but I don’t have a death wish. I would very much like to get out alive. Plus, all the grinding will let me get the new Smithing skill up real quick and I can upgrade most of the group’s armor and weapons real quick after that.”
A quiet humming bounced around the small chamber as a jigsaw puzzle piece hovered in the air, spinning indecisively. It dropped next to a piece, turned itself, and slide easily into the piece. The humming changed, Yggdrasil’s victory tune hummed instead, but quickly returned to its previous melody. The sound of a page turning and another piece lifted off the table at the tip of a wand. The changeling flipped another page and placed another piece, flipped another page and placed another piece. She glanced over at the half finished puzzle and put down her book, adoration pouring over at the scene. Half of the Supreme Being stared back in as much splendor as a measly puzzle picture could capture. Anna sighed happily and ran her hand over the pieces. She paused as Baron’s message reached her.
A shiver ran through her as she heard the mention of her Lord’s name and stood immediately, puzzle and book forgotten as she stepped quickly to the door and threw it open. A wiggling mass oozed up from the creaking planks as she walked through the next room, not bothering to look back as Rule34 pulled itself together behind her. She slammed the door, just moments after Rule slipped through.
“For what has the Master summoned us, Anna.” Rule rumbled as Anna warded the door and hid it.
“Greater Glyph - Explosion. Greater Illusion.” She muttered, creating an illusionary copy of the door several feet down over an explosive rune. She turned to look at the Ooze, disdain in her eyes. Why Lord Volaris felt the need to create… this was beyond her. “Do I look like our Lord, slime? I dare not even attempt to comprehend the mind of one of the Supreme Beings, much less our Lord. We will soon discover our Lord’s will. And hopefully,” Anna sighed wistfully, “Be blessed with an objective from our Lord himself.” Anna opened a gate that led directly to the door of the Scrying Sanctum.
Anna stepped through, her hand hovering just above the door. To gaze upon the glory that is the Supremes, and more importantly her own Lord, was a privilege one did not just squander. She was to gaze upon grace and wisdom embodied, power given shape-it took more than a few seconds to prepare oneself for such an honor! She blinked as Rule slipped through the cracks under the door and she hurriedly pushed it open as well.
She took in the other Guardians, including Rule who quivered in its own show of deference. It never quite got the hang of bowing. Stupid ooze. She immediately took her place next to Samuel, kneeling to her creator.
The Guardians, Elizabeth specifically, provided significant proof that his earlier hunch had been correct. Though it was expected since he was dreaming. It was the only reasonable explanation for why the game was still running other than a prank patch, which made even less sense. He must have fallen asleep just as the game shut off. He cleared the image off the scrying pool with a flick of his wrist and he stood fully, reflexively stretching from his hunched position and finding it unnecessary. If only he could escape back pain in the real world as well. He saw and felt the Guardians enter the sanctum, the two sensations rather odd in tandem. Although Volaris had experienced in Yggdrasil for the vast majority of his play time, it felt sharper than the game-more tangible in fact. More natural. He shrugged it off as a particularly vivid part of his imagination. Instead, he trained his sightless face at Elizabeth while they awaited the arrival of more Guardians.
“You are unaware then.” Volaris spoke softly, his voices echoing around the chamber still. Of course his imagination wouldn’t give him the easy route. When did he do anything the easy way. “At the zenith of this moon past, Yggdrasil was meant to disappear entirely. Everything it held, everyone who called it home, everything the people in it had done doomed to cease forever and always. Expect for those like my companions. Like your father Elizabeth. We were slated for a crueler fate and so many of us, resigned and powerless, left for it before the zenith. I spent the last minutes of my time here wandering the halls I helped build, just as resigned and frustrated as the others. And yet as I watched the zenith approach and pass… here you still stand. Here you stand before me, one who should by all accounts no longer exist, in this sanctum which should no longer be. A fascinating problem at the very least.” Volaris cast a hand over the pool and brought the cathedral and its surroundings into focus.
“And so I searched for any shred of what was. For the graves and fog and shambling horrors that circle our home. And instead I find nothing familiar, no trace of what I know I could see, no trace of those I know I could see. I find our defenses outside vanished and replaced, our Cathedral in view for all those who wish to find it.” Volaris cast his sightless gaze across the Guardians that had shown so far. “And so here we are, in an unfamiliar place with a few familiar faces, for no reason at all after someone or something tampered with that which we worked so hard to achieve. It was a grievous mistake on their part and one I do not intend to forgive nor forget.” He words turned cold and sharp at the end.
‘Lets see what effect that has on them.’ Volaris thought to himself. 'I didn’t use any command prompts so there shouldn't be much of a response.'
A twisted, ethereal hand skimmed over the surface of the scrying pool, the image scattering with the ripples and a new one forming as they stilled. All of his mouths twisted into grotesque grins as he watched the outcome of the massive end game brawl. Originally, he planned on being there but he decided for a day in with the guild members who logged in the last day. It was pleasant all things considered but… He cast ripples over the surface again, casting the magical eye out over the Eldrin Wastes where he and Stauffenberg picked up the item that unlocked Rule34’s racial option. He chuckled at the memory. A few people wandered the blasted landscape and egged on the cannibal tribes that lived there. He sighed and let the pool turn clear once again.
The timer flashed two minutes.
He felt the familiar tug as he activated his guild ring and around him Azazel’s field swayed gently in the artificial breeze. He looked around and sighed. All this work for it all to fall apart. How disappointing. He let himself enjoy the sight a few moments more before switching between all the rooms, committing each detail to memory.
The timer flashed one minute.
Volaris ended up in his tower last, on top the observation deck he built for Anna. He watched the undead scuttle aimlessly around at the base of the Cathedral and he decided it was enough. He descended into the gloom of his tower, settling in the one chair he bothered keeping. He could feel Rule writhing near him.
The timer flashed thirty seconds.
He spent the last seconds of his game life reflecting on everything accomplished in this building. They had done so much, time gone but not wasted, and made an impression unlike anyone else in Yggdrasil. He chuckled in the darkness. His routine would have to change.
The timer stopped at zero.
Volaris stared at the zeros as they faded away from his vision. Despite the official timer stopping… Nothing changed. He could still feel Rule nearby, the tower still whispered with his aura… He made to pull up the main menu. It didn’t appear. His mouths frowned as he stood again, ghosting through the room back into the main chamber. Nothing seemed out of place but Volaris felt an itch in the back of his mind, just a incessant prodding that suggested something was wrong.
The ring flared and the familiar tug pulled at his gut and the scrying room appear around him. He stared at the item for a long moment. The idea of heading to the scrying sanctum to see if anyone else was still around had barely crossed his mind. And he didn’t activate the teleport command. Had they pulled a elaborate prank and just needed the servers clear for a massive update?
“Show me the Cathedral of the Damned.” His voice was raspy and echoed in the chamber for a long time as fifty mouths spoke just slightly off each other. The image didn’t appear. He repeated the command, casting the hand with his ring over the surface. The cathedral slowly appeared, as if being pulled from the bottom of the pool, and he focused on the image. For the moment, everything was silent. He flicked his wrist, casting the magical eye flying across the surrounding area. He repeated the action.
“Show me Baron.” The image faded and the Cathedral’s steward took its place. It would be the reference. He commanded the scrying pool to show him ten different locales he knew the pool could see, returning to Baron after each failed attempt. Each one was a failure. He straightened from his stooped position. If the very location of the guild had changed, it wasn’t unlikely the guild’s defenders also suffered some changes. His interest was piqued. The ring flared briefly and he materialized at the steward’s side.
“Baron, seal off the Cathedral completely and bring the other guardians to the Scrying Sanctum. I will need a report of all our holdings once you do so.” Volaris commanded before disappearing back to the Sanctum. He checked his reflection in the pool briefly. Still twisted and horrifying. Excellent. He returned to the image of the Cathedral, looking around the immediately area in an attempt to find anything familiar.
Alisaie stretched at the edge of the forest as Rath listed off fight conditions, a confident smirk on her face as she called out her sacred gear. It glinted from around her neck as she rolled her neck. "Everything I got? You asked for it, tough guy." The whole superhuman strength thing was her favorite part of this deal and she ripped a small tree out of the ground and swung it full force at the devil, launching it across the clearing.
"Of course." Alfonse bowed and turned on his heel as Alice shredded his original plan. The human was the perfect scapegoat. Mortals tended to roll their eyes and look away once human error was introduced to little events like these. He reached the guard house and knocked quickly before ducking in.
"Good evening again." Alfonse shook the slightly bewildered guard's hand. "While my colleagues are looking over the grounds, would you mind answering a few questions about your team and the security procedures here? Or better yet, may I speak to your superior? I am sure you'd prefer they take the heat in the event my clients have an issue after all."
"Uh sure, I guess? Just gimme a moment." the guard picked up a receiver on the desk and contacted whoever he needed. Alphonse took a moment to look over the security set up. Screens displaying a live feed of the interior of the building lined a wall. A computer sat beneath it, logged into the camera management client. Excellent. The guard caught Alphonse's attention and passed him the phone. the woman on the other side didn't sound particularly pleased when she greeted him and demanded his information.
"Of course, please contact my firm at once. My clients don't want to wait longer than necessary." Alphonse passed over the contact information and waited while she followed up on it. "This is terribly inconvenient however. My firm contacted you almost a month ago for this. My clients had high hopes for this property and they'll be incredibly disappointed in this little communications hiccup. Of course, I entirely understand. I wasn't blaming you, its very likely your colleague just forgot to record it properly. We have one like that at my firm and we always have to scuttle around trying to fix everything. It is most exhausting isn't it? What are we, neanderthals? Email exists for this exact purpose after all." Alfonse chuckled superficially as the woman ranted about her lazy coworkers. It never failed to amaze him how tedious and trivial mortals were.
"You got us cleared already? I'm glad the firm responded so quickly." Alfonse nodded as she continued. Mortals. A few credentials and the promise of money and they'd do just about anything for you. "Excellent! So may I ask you a few questions about the security system set in place? I see you have a closed camera system but if I required a copy of the recordings, would I come here or would I have to request it through the company itself? Through the company, excellent. So the system is controlled at the company then and this only views the footage in real time? No, its controlled here unless you have cause to log into it. Very well." Alfonse glanced at his own phone and tucked it back into his pocket. "Thank you very much for your time this evening. I'll have my firm contact you with more questions once we've reviewed the location." Alphonse returned the phone to the guard and caught his eyes, implanting the memory of Alfonse walking out of the small building. As the man was working his way out the trace, Alfonse conjured a small barrier around his head and let it fill with the sleep gas, catching the guard as he fell.
"My apologies." Alfonse murmured as he propped him up in his chair and went to work at the computer, setting up a camera loop for the past few hours. He returned to Alice. "The issue has been dealt with, my liege."
@HueMan Okay so I guess I'll say it here since I was unclear before. The Fallen Kingdom was designed by Azazel in its entirety for Azazel and his set up. All I've asked is you give that floor back to him as it was his creation. The only place the Professor is mentioned is in the power point as a flavor note. The floor plan is saved to the shared file as Azazel's Floor.
”Sure. How long has it been? Two years? I don’t remember, but it certainly is a long time.” Steven said. ”But anyway, the festival features some good stuff. We’ll walk to see what is up.”
The market was as busy as it could be. Hundreds to thousands of PCs and NPCs are pouring from different corners of the city, trying to sell, buy or just socializing with other people. It is easy to fall behind and get lost in the ocean of people, and certainly not very comfortable for someone like Steven. An introvert at its core, he found life amongst the large body of human relatively tiresome. But even here, as much as he wanted to stay in his room, enjoy some good solitude and work his way up the ladder by himself, he could not. Just like the real world, if you wanted to be successful, you had to work your muscles a bit. The gem that is keeping him charged up until now is his friend here, Xenos.
He did not know Xenos for long. He was a classmate met through some intertwining courses in university. If his memory wasn’t fooling around, he shared three courses, and by the third ones, he had already been one of his close friends that he could chill out and talk openly at any times. Unfortunately though, as Steven began to dig deeper in his journey to the centre of knowledge, Xenos left academia and went on to work. Time began to become sparse for each, so the good old days were pretty much left behind.
He never would’ve thought the time he recollect these memories would be during this dark hour.
”It’s hard to believe it’s so peaceful and normal in here. Humans are adaptive creatures after all, I suppose.” He said, as he glanced around the market. ”I guess my thesis is doomed now.”
Xenos chuckled. “People do what they have to do, ya know? If you let it get to you well… it's just better that you don’t.” He sighed, shaking his head to clear away the thoughts. It was a festival so it was no time to feel all down and about! “Now none of this sad talk beautiful. Its a festival and we should enjoy it! I mean, free food am I right?” He wound his arm into Steven’s. “I know you don’t like crowds much so stick with me and I’ll see what we can do to get out of this mess. God knows I’ve been in the market often enough.” He tugged Steven along, snatching up food from here and drinks from there as the passed through, passing them to the other Tinker to hold. It felt like old times when they were still in college together, Steven stuck in some reading or prepping some study and wandering into the worst parts of the campus and Xenos would have to drag him out before he started scaring everyone away.
Xenos dragged him to the edge of the market, where the crowd had thinned and a single musician played merrily as a few people danced along. “Alrighty! A little quieter than the rest of this mosh pit at least. Gotta say, not a bad way to treat a date huh? Music, dancing, a little food and drink.” He said teasingly as he gestured to the pile he shoved onto Steven on the way through the crowd and then snatched up some and started eating, making himself comfortable on a bench. “You mentioned a thesis before. What were you working on before this? We haven’t really had a chance to hang since… well, a while ago!”
”I must agree. If somebody actually takes an interests in me, this place would be ideal to make the final blow. If. If. Emphasizes if…” Steven joked back, being completely aware of his eccentricities acting as the deterring factor for any women he came to know during his lifetime. He really wondered if his companion for today had any partner yet. He would not be surprised if he did. When he could drag this fellow pedantic but smart individual out to society, picking up someone seemed like just passing by the post office on his way to work.
”Huh? My thesis?” Finally something he could talk freely about. ”I am in a PhD program, and I was working on a thesis that analyzes the effects of us diving into a virtual world like this one. Since VR tech was being the most promising in the world today, there were concerns raised about it, like how every innovations and inventions do. So I figure I should clear out those thoughts, or try to.” This dialogue that he just spewed out in these few seconds was even longer than all of what he said during the entire trip combined. ”This game was intended to be a stone that kills two birds. Both for relaxation and for research purposes. But the moment I think should be for relaxation...well turned out to be this.”
He chuckled in the light of such cruel event. Like Xenos said, no sad talk. ”How about you though? I haven’t heard from you for a while. What have you been doing since?”
”Work, work, and more work. I mean at least I got a job and in my field but they are slave drivers.” Xenos grumbled, sipping at something. What it was, who knows but no better time to try than now. He made a face at it and put it down. ”Once I graduated, I was pretty worried I wouldn’t find anything so I am thankful for it. At least I don’t have to move back in with the family, as much as I love them all. I was with someone for like a year, I really liked them too, but got dumped when they took a scholarship opportunity out of the country. But that’s about it.” He shrugged and tried another thing he grabbed and hummed pleasantly as he bit into it. Much better than the drink.
”Hey, do you think it’s lame we picked Tinker as a class? I mean, we do this kinda shit outside of the game and yet here we are, clinging to the familiar instead trying the fantastical. The whole point of a fantasy game is to be whatever you want and we chose to be us basically.” Xenos spoke thoughtfully as he watch a group of mages meander by, laughing loudly against the music. ”I guess on one hand we’re in a better position than most. Familiar ground and all that shit. But on the other, what does it say about us that we would rather cling to what is and not what could be?”
Steven laughed a little at the work part. Indeed this world wasn’t really meant for him. The way the corporates just tried to suck every ounce of strength and positive outlooks in life with their 9 to 5 cycle. Another part of the reason why Steven abandoned his original post and returned to academia. They had high pays, but everybody knew, even research and psychology had proven, that after a certain point in life, an increase in money does not equal increase in happiness. When certain needs had been met, they just didn’t matter anymore.
He then pondered at the question. His irises eyed the table, hidden behind the thick layer of glasses, as he covered his lip with his hands. ”I never actually thought that before. But it’s a part of the exposure effect that we all have.”
He looked over to another group of friends of different classes, as he sipped his drinks. ”And maybe because it is what we actually and really like ourselves. I mean I could have played as a paladin, but when it comes to hypothesizing new ideas, it is in our blood now. I guess it is a matter of personality. Can’t blame anyone of us for it.”
He placed his cup down before shrugging as well. ”But now it’s a different story. They’d need our expertise. Everybody.” The day was turning redder by the minutes. The sky was switching their outfit, as the sun moved from one corner to the other. It was amazing to think that all of these were made by artificial zeroes and ones that could be formulated by a machine. ”I hear about the guild recruitment. Lots of benefit I hear, but I wonder how do you actually join one?”
Xenos nodded at his explanation and eyed his friend. ”A guild? You weren’t ever one to pledge your serves to anything. Imminent threat of death change your mind on that?” Xenos joked. ”But its easy. Find a guild you wanna join and ask them. Then, the whole group has to vote you in and BLAM! You’re a guildy. Super easy. If you want, I can introduce you to…” Xenos paused as a notification popped up on his dashboard and he gasped.
“Speaking of the guild, a PKer just killed on of our members.” Xenos said grimly. “I didn’t really have a chance to know this Karma guy but damn, no one deserves to get killed in this game. The guildmaster is all fired up about hunting this guy down too.” Xenos didn’t particular hold an opinion of the recently deceased but he could sympathize with Reylan. Losing someone like that… Xenos hissed as his head pounded again and grimaced. ”I wonder if they have painkillers in game.” He muttered to himself. ”Well, I think introducing you to the guildmaster might have to wait but I can introduce you to a few other people in the guild if you want to check ours out.”
”I do not usually align with any guilds, but this time it seems that the benefit of joining one outweighs, so I figure I should...hey, you alright?” The glassed man looked over to see his friend clenching his forehead, as if he was about to break from the anger. ”That would be great. Thanks. But before that, I need to drop my inventory and get my gears first. If you don’t mind accompanying me.”
With that said, Steven quickly but gently finished his drinks and stood up, this time taking the initiative and be at the lead, heading out of the festival for his room. There, excusing himself for a minute or two, he discarded all his woods, irons and crystals he just bought and re-equipped his guns, ammunitions and was ready to meet whoever may be his allies in the near future.
”Alright, let’s go.”
While heading to wherever Xenos was trying to meet him up with his guild, Steven noticed something.
”One moment, if you don’t mind.” He stopped right at the clothing store, as he looked over the samples. His eyes glanced briefly through the sections, seemingly assessing them in his mind. Shortly after he eyes on only one item.
”I wish to buy the white one please, thank you.” He politely requested, as the NPC smiled with courtesy.
”Fancy Clothes? That would be 70 Renn please.”
No big deal.
A message popped up in front of him, notifying him of the purchase. Without much hesitation, he clicked yes. Immediately, another message popped up, confirming the purchase. He quickly got into the menu and went into his profile. Soon, he was flashing up like a wisp for a brief moment before fading back into normal, this time donning a serious-looking yet grand white cloak and suit that merely served as cosmetic. Quite a bit for investment, but Steven just shrugged it off with the explanation
”It feels good to be nicely dressed when you are about to meet someone.”
“Looking snazzy!” Xenos flashed him a grin and a thumbs up and typed out a message to the guild.
Hey, anyone free to meet up during the festival?
”Okay, let's head over towards our usual Inn and see who we can find!” Xenos wrapped his arm back into Steven’s and headed off.
-Dropped all bought items at home -Now carries his weapons and ammunitions -Renn: 1922 -> 1852 (Fancy Clothes) -Heading to the Inn
-Ate food -Pondered Life -Headed to Inn Currently 4:30
Poor poor little mortal. Struggling so valiantly under the weight of your sanity. Hush now, its okay. Let me take that for you.
Beneath the towering robes is a twisted monstrosity, a crazed and warped version of a human. Hairless and sickly grey, flesh warps around a multitude of groaning, whispering, screaming, singing mouths, each filled with sharp teeth and twitching tentacles. Mouths cover a large portion of the frail skin, replacing eyes and nose as well. When Volaris isn’t speaking, the mouths each make different noises unless the specter makes an active effort to silence them. When Volaris speaks, he speaks from every mouth simultaneously.
Species: Specter
Name: Volaris
Title: Avatar of Insanity
Gender: N/A
Age: 223 (26)
Background:
Gaven grew up in a strict household. Everything was scheduled and organized, with very little room for spontaneity and chance. Up by 7, chores done by 10, studying from 11 to 7 with breaks for lunch and dinner, followed by a brief outing with his parent’s work associates until 930, home for bed, and the cycle would start again. His entire life revolved around this structure, mostly to groom him to follow in his parent’s footsteps. They envisioned their child maintaining their legacy within the company and they refused to allow anything to interfere. Any relationships with others were made for him by his parents so he’d have “a head start with the right people.”
His only periodic escape was reading. Falling into page after page of fiction, he delighted being transported to far away lands where the sun lit up the sky without haze, where air was fresh and people breathed it without masks, where dreams become reality more often than not. Even as he grew older, he stuck with reading as he found it one of the few things his parents didn’t understand enough to ban.
He went through college at 18, graduated at 22, entered the workforce as an office elite while pursuing his masters, and was promoted to management as soon as he earned his diploma. As he grew into the position his parents planned for him, he found himself identifying with the villains and monsters in his stories as he came to realize that exactly what his position was meant to be. It was a final crack in the wall that defended his optimism and as the last of it disappeared, he gave up reading all together. He didn’t like seeing himself as the villian.
From that point on, Gaven became obsessed with work. His routine changed slightly to include more overtime and less personal time. He still made his proper appearances in social circles and dutifully made plans with his family but that was it. Until a client mentioned a game: Yggdrasil. A tiny spark of interest in his fantasy world remained and he invested. His old love for the fantastic ignited and he became the complete opposite of his life, madness incarnate. He quickly altered his routine, dropping family time and some social activities for game time.
Volaris was born to poor parents deeply devoted to their religious code. He grew up fully involved in his faith, attending church and sermons perfectly. His parents begged their local priest, an aging man in need of help, to take him on and he agreed. Volaris devoted himself fully to his studies and responsibilities, displaying an early affinity for holy magic. Higher ups noticed and he was drafted into a special arm of the Church, the demonologists. These spell casters focused on controlling and banishing demons in the name of their God. It was during a raid on a Warlock that Volaris was killed. He went willingly, not falling without taking the Warlock with him.
But in a twist of fate, the Warlock’s Patron snatched Volaris’ soul along with it's minion’s. In retribution for his success, the mad entity shattered Volaris’ sanity and warped his soul, shifting his already intense devotion from his God to It. The Madness sent Volaris' back in the form of a hideous specter, lacking all facial features but mouths. Mouths with gnashing teeth pepper his face, his arms, his neck, his chest with small tentacles flickering in and out. Volaris, now a devotee of the Madness, immediately spread the greatness of his Master, using his demonologist training to warp the minds of mortals, angels, and demons alike with wicked glee.
His crowning achievement, what earned him his title, was a brutal PvP raid. He enlisted alongside a PvP guild as a specialist, his talents already known at the time. By the end of it, only he stood after he consumed the sanity of every player, friend and foe, and watched gleefully as they slaughtered their allies.
Personality:
Gaven is perfectly composed, organized, and stoic, a result of years of forced routine. He keeps a neat and color coded calendar, his car is spotless, his apartment is clutter free, and he expects perfection from those around him. He is demanding in his expectations but doesn’t believe those who fail to reach them are lower than him. Instead, he sees them as needing more help and goes out of his way to make sure they can reach their goals even if he comes off as imposing and frustratingly demanding. When things go wrong, he has no problem stepping in and micromanaging to fix the project without being asked and tends to come off as arrogant and self absorbed even though he is genuinely trying to help.
Volaris is calm and composed in game as well but is relaxed about his purpose. He doesn’t push hard unless he knows it's the way to go and finds that unless it is imperative, others can handle themselves. He becomes obsessed with projects however, planning PvP strategies and gathering more thralls generally at the top of that list though he likes to insert himself into any sort of work, a habit carried over from IRL. He tends to bring a serious intensity into combat however and often crackles and laughs as he fights.
Class: Priest Subclass: Cultist
Level: 100 Health: AA Mana: AAA -> S Strength: AA Agility: AAA Intelligence: SS -> SSS Stamina: S Physical Resist: S Magic Resist: AAA -> S True Resist: AAA -> S
Skills:
Knife Wielding: AA Move Silently: SS Monster Knowledge: SS Searching: AAA Magic Knowledge: X
Spells:
Summon Demon/Angel 1st – 9th: Calls forth a demon or angel equal to the power of the spell cast. Calling weaker demons or angels than a spell suggests brings two instead of one.
Summon Demonic Horde: A 9th level spell that summons an army of demons comprised of one seventh tier demon and a host of fifth tier demons..
Phantom Whispers, 2nd level: Whispers fill the targets mind, driving them to distraction. Targets are stunned for a short time.
Greater Fear, 7th level: Irrational fear consumes the target and grows stronger over time, paralyzing them until they desperately attack anything around them to destroy the source of the fear.
Maddening Scream, 8th: Creatures within hearing range of the scream are consumed with insanity, running around screaming and gibbering until the status is removed.
Create Mad Thrall, 7th: To create a mad thrall, the target of this spell must be inflicted with confusion. This spell elevates the condition to insanity. in their mind and makes them receptive to the caster's will. Mad Thralls keep the base abilities of their original race and gain a strength, agility, and magical resistance buff but suffer an intelligence and magical resistance debuff.
Create Mad Thrall, Greater 9th: Same as Create Mad Thrall except the thrall does not lose their actions and spells.
Message, 1st: Creates a telepathic link between caster and a familiar creature.
Whirlwind of Teeth, 7th: Screaming, gnashing mouths full of razor sharp teeth swirl around an area, ripping anyone caught in the area to shreds and inflicting insanity on lower creatures and confusion on higher ones.
Wail of the Banshee, 9th: The caster emits a horrifying scream, killing creatures within its radius. Creatures with magical resistance one step lower , equal to, or greater than the caster's intelligence are stunned momentarily but not killed.
Break Greater Magic Item, 9th: Completely destroys one magic item of Legendary class or lower.
Reality Slash, 10th: A vicious slash through the fabric of reality, ignoring most magical defenses.
Command the Mad, 4th: One target suffering from Confusion or Insanity follows your next command.
Command the Mad, Mass, 9th: All creatures nearby suffering from confusion or Insanity follow the caster's next command.
Gate, 9th: Creates a large gate that multiple creatures may use with perfect accuracy.
Teleport, greater, 7th: Allows the user to teleport with perfect accuracy.
Actions:
High Tier Magic Immunity(Passive): Negates any magical attack under level 60.
High Tier Physical Immunity(Passive): Negates any physical attack under level 60.
Enhance Magical Resistance: Grants a short buff to Magical Resistance.
Fatal Blade: Pours negative energy into the edge of the blade, drastically increasing the damage of the next strike.
Piercing Strike: This strike penetrates armor, ignoring a portion of the target’s defense.
Scribe Scroll: Priest Class Action. Allows character to create scrolls of known spells.
Desecrate: Priest Class Action. Channeling negative energy, the character desecrates an area. Positive Karma creatures deal half damage while in the area while Negative Karma creatures deal double.
Dark Ritual: Cultist Class Action. Allows the Cultist to sacrifice a spell caster to the Mad One, increasing their maximum spells known by 1 per ten levels rounded down, minimum of 0.
Crazed Blessing V: Cultist Class Passive, Increased the difficulty to resist Fear, Panic, Confusion, and Insanity status effects from the player.
Presence of the Mad One: Cultist Class Action, The character is imbued with a fraction of the Mad One's presence, engulfing the area in echoing screams and laughter and singing and sobbing and gibbering. This power allows the next ability cast to automatically cause Insanity, ignoring resistance and immunity, unless the target(s) cast a restoration spell six seconds before the altered spell on themselves. The alter's spell cast time is increased as if it was a super tier spell. This action can be used once every week.
Species Trait:
Incorporeal: Ghosts are only partially of this world, having lost much of their substance in death. As such, they can pass through solid non-magical, non-warded objects slowly and ignore all non-magical damage. Magical weapons still affect them. Ghosts can equip armor, weapons, and items which become Incorporeal. Weapons wielded in this way are unable to affect non-ghost entities unless given the Ghost Touch property. Increases a weapon’s cost by half its original value.
Levitate: The Ghost is constantly under the effect of a fly spell.
Legless: Specters lack feet, instead fading to a black mist past the waist. Specters permanently lose their foot equipment slot.
Ethereal: A Specter can fade from this plane, functioning as Perfect Invisibility but Specter cannot affect the world around them and the world around them cannot affect them unless the damage sources specifically target ethereal creatures. Specter can only see the world in a 60ft radius while faded and cannot send or receive messages to any creature without the Ethereal trait or scry with abilities, spells, or items.
Blindsight: The Specter has no eyes. Instead, it senses vibrations within a 60ft radius, leaving it vulnerable to ranged attacks.
Does not Eat, Breath, or Sleep.
Immune to poison, paralysis, and cold.
Holy and Good Vulnerability IV: Holy and Good Magic sources deal increased damage.
Consecrated Ground Vulnerability II: All attacks made within consecrated ground deal additional damage.
Items (1.65 Million Gold):
Robes of the Unending Abyss (Legendary): These shifting black robes are woven from Abyssal Strands, allowing them to periodically completely ignore an incoming attack. They also grant an increase to magic and true resistance.
Necklace of the Third Eye (Legendary): The wearer of this necklace is under the constant effect of Life Essence, Magic Essence, Discern Enemy, and Darkvision. If its wearer does not have sight, it gains normal sight instead of darkvision. Creatures wearing this item gain Sight Vulnerability II.
Cruel Jester’s Cutter (Ultimate): A plain obsidian blade dagger with the face of a laughing jester on its hilt, this summer raffle item is feared in Yggdrasil’s PvP scene. While drawn, the dagger automatically counters any healing spell or effect that has line of effect to the wielder. The dagger does so even if the magic is out of its wielder’s line of sight. The dagger doesn’t inform its wielder of the action. When successfully countering a spell, the dagger cackles wildly and immediately dispels any stealth effects on its wielder. The dagger stops functioning if it is not in the same “plane” as the spells intended to counter, such as when under the effects of Ethereal Jaunt and Fade.
Ring of the Edurite (Legendary): Runes carved into a thick silver band and set with a sapphire, this ring greatly increases the user’s mana pool and mana regeneration. This ring can also be used as a magical focus while casting.
Crown of the Deceitful Spirit (Legendary): This glowing blue head piece was forged of a trickster spirit, hiding its wearer from information magics. It also grants them a moderate intelligence bonus.
Hat of Disguise(Legendary): An item that alters the perceived race of the player to human. While equipped, the player loses all racial abilities and bonuses and looks like an average human of their choice. This item cannot correct blindness, deafness, or muteness. If the equipped character lacks a particular feature or limb, the Hat provides an illusionary replacement. In the illusion, the hat take son the form of the equipped character’s preferred choice of head wear and prevents any other head piece from being equipped.
Orb of Experience, 3 (Cash Shop Item, Consumable): These small translucent pearls allow the user to ignore the experience requirement of one ability or spell.
Relation to other Guild Mates:
When not RPing the embodiment of madness, Volaris spends time with all of his guildmates and offers whatever assistance he can provide willingly. He complains a lot about his job if someone gets him on the subject, hating his part in the dark corrupt machine, but always lends a willing ear to anyone who has their own woes to get off their chest. He is relatively easy going but his managerial experience tends to shine through when the guild takes on new projects and is the first to offer direction and delegate, though he tries his hardest to make it sound like suggestions rather than orders.
Professor Daryl Von Madness: Volaris respects the man incredibly, his twisted mind giving birth to some of the most interesting combinations of game mechanics to date. His eccentric and maniacal nature amuses the specter to no end and the tenacity with which he applies himself as a support in combat awed Volaris. They don’t interact much on a day to day basis but Volaris does go out of his way to check up on the man if it had been too long.
Ladata: Ladata’s overly aggressive and arrogant attitude didn’t particularly phase Volaris- the attitude was similar to most executives at work after all- and so he interacted with her without much hesitation. Her skills with magical items were impressive but it was her hubris that really made her useful. Point her in the direction of a challenge and watch the mayhem unfold. What better way to rob people than by angry snake assassin.
Colonel Stauffenburg: It was the Colonel’s nature that first drew Volaris to the elemental. Calm and focused-a real eye in the middle of a game full of arrogance and power hunger-Volaris founded the guild with the man and they remained close through its entirety. Volaris often teased the Colonel about his enjoyment of the arts but never backed down from one of the Colonel’s invitations, relishing the easy conversation that ate the hours away. More often than not, they found themselves chuckling at the antics at the more excitable members of their guild after catching up.
Azazel: Volaris treats Azazel as the carefree younger sibling of the guild. A bit annoying, a bit endearing, he sees Azazel as competent although not quite serious enough. He respects the undead’s PvP skills though and doesn't hesitate to team up with him when the opportunity arises.
Agares Pishacha: Volaris watched Agares’ decline sadly and grew frustrated with his inability to help. As he spoke less and less frequently, Volaris could only watch as he logged in less and less as well. Yseult Concasseur: The woman’s professionalism won Volaris’ admiration from day one and her battle presence day two. Though they tended to drift apart once they no longer had a common short term goal, Volaris never shied away from conversation when the time arose.
Other: Aura of the Mad One (Title Ability, Passive): Ceaseless whispers, harsh cackling, broken sobbing, and pure gibbering fill the air, seeping into the minds of those around you. Characters caught in the aura have their magical resistance lowered over time, gaining confusion stacks once their resistance has been halved and immediately gain the Insanity debuff once they've accumulated 10 confusion stacks. This ability may be turned on and off at will.
Appearance:
Species: Elder Black Ooze
Name: Rule34
Title: the Living Consumption
Gender: N/A
Age: 75
Background: Elder Black Oozes take decades to form, feasting on rotting corpses and the souls of the dead. They often form in treacherous swamps, places where both are in easy access. At the end of their formation, Elder Black Oozes are at their most vulnerable and easy discovered and destroyed. However, there is a ritual that will keep the ooze in the growth cycle and feed it further, enhancing its power. Volaris found Rule34 and spent 5 years IRL time and countless cash shop items to feed the ritual to create the NPC. Rule34 came out of the swamps around the Dead Moon Cathedral and has since guarded its halls. Volaris spoils the Ooze outrageously.
Personality: Rule34 lives for combat and glory. It thrives off the chaos of combat and seeks to prove itself against greater and greater foes. Rule34 doesn’t understand mercy or forgiveness and cannot forget a grudge. If it is left hungry, it’ll throw itself into a frenzy until everything around it has been devoured.
Karma: -55
Class: Barbarian Subclass: Berserker
Level: 95
Health: AAA Mana: B Strength: S Agility: S -> SS Intelligence: D Stamina: AA Physical Resist: AA -> AAA Magic Resist: AAA True Resist: AA
Skills: Unarmed Fighting: S Grapple: AAA Move Silently: AA Hide: A
Actions:
Rage: Barbarian Class Action, increases all physical attributes by one step for a short time. The character gains an exhaustion stack at the end of the Rage. Six exhaustion stacks put the character to sleep for one hour. Immunities cannot be applied to these stacks.
Unarmored Defense: Barbarian Class Passive, Increases Physical Resistance.
Fast Movement: Barbarian Class Passive, Increases Agility.
Frenzy: Berserker Class Action, increases all physical attributes by two steps for a moderate time.. While under the effects of Frenzy, the character must attack all perceived enemies to the best of its abilities. If there are no enemies while under this effect, it attacks the next closest creature regardless of its friendship with it. At the end of the frenzy, the character gains an exhausted stack that reduces all physical traits one step for each stack and lasts for the duration of combat. This ability can stack with Rage. If used in combination with rage, the exhaustion stack is applied after both Frenzy and Rage effects end.
Deathless Frenzy: Berserker Class Passive. If a character would be killed while in their Frenzy, the character instead dies at the end of their frenzy. The character can be healed during the frenzy.
Greater Frenzy: Berserker Class Passive. Increases the stat boost granted by Frenzy from two to three. The character now gains two exhaustion stacks rather than one.
Engulf: The Ooze completely surrounds the target, trapping it inside and dealing massive amounts of acid damage. The character inside is stunned. If the Ooze’s split ability is triggered, the target escapes.
Six Lashes: The Ooze lashes out with six tentacles simultaneously. These attacks can be applied to up to six targets, any less meaning more than one tentacles strikes a single target.
Acid Shot: The Ooze launches a small glob of acid at a target, applying an acid DoT.
Renforce Hide: Temporarily increases the user’s Physical Resistance.
Greater Renforce hide: Temporarily increases the user’s True Resistance.
High Tiered Physical Defense: Drastically increases Physical Resistance against attacks from lvl 75 players and lower.
High Tiered Magical Defense: Drastically increases Magical Resistance against attacks made from lvl 75 players and lower.
Species Trait:
Corrosive Composition: The most corrosive of all the oozes, the composition of the Elder Black Ooze allows it to melt items of up to legendary rarity. Unfortunately, Elder Black oozes are unable to equip all items for the same reason.
Split: Oozes take no damage from piercing and slashing weapons. Instead, it splits into two identical copies with half the health of the original. All other stats are unaffected. Once the Ooze has been reduced to F health per split, the ooze parts take damage without splitting. Once out of combat, the ooze reforms and suffers damage equivalent to the number of ooze parts destroyed.
Piercing, Slashing Resistance III
Blindsight: Oozes are inherently blind and instead rely on motion sensitive receptors of their exteriors, able to detect vibrations up to 100ft away. Any effect requiring sight automatically fails, such as invisibility, illusions, gaze attacks, and sneak attempts. This leaves the ooze vulnerable to ranged attacks.
Poison and Acid Immunity
Regeneration: Oozes regenerate health as they consume items and creatures. Piercing and Slashing attacks made against the ooze deal no damage to the ooze. Instead, the ooze deals damage to them as if it had attacked the weapon and regenerates that much health as it consumes the item.
Bludgeoning and Cold Vulnerability III
Relation to other NPCs:
Other:
The Living Consumption: This Ooze’s acid is corrosive enough to consume transcendent items and treats acid immunity as acid resistance.
Appearance:
Species: Changeling Name: Anna Title: the Deceiver Gender: Female Age: 57 Background:
Anna was an up and coming wizard in her younger years and obsessively pushed for the strengthening of human and changeling relationships. She was well known for introducing a new variable to information spells that could slip past most defensive strategies outside of pure magic nullification.A jealous and prejudiced colleague however stole her research and claimed it as his own, framing her for plagiarism in the process. Originally intending to take her own life, Volaris found her and warped her mind, inducting her into his cult.
Personality:
Anna is a force of personality that stops at nothing to achieve her goal. Ambitious and driven, she nothing is safe if it's in the way. Although deception is her go to method, destruction and murder are close alternatives and she doesn’t shy away when the need arises. Anna sees all of creation outside the Cathedral as inferior, nothing more than stepping stones for power. Her biggest fault is her temper, even the tiniest bump in her plans causing irritation and frustration, and she immediately “corrects” the failure- usually by killing the cause.
Karma: -90
Class: Wizard Subclass: Unseen Seer
Level: 100 (Depends on average NPC level and if anyone needs/has free levels) Health: AA -> A Mana: SS -> SSS Strength: AA Agility: AAA Intelligence: SS -> SSS Stamina: AA Physical Resist: S -> AAA Magic Resist: S True Resist: AA
Skills: Whip Wielding: A Acting: AAA -> SSS Magic Knowledge: S -> SS Torture Methods: AAA
Spells:
Clairvoyance/Clairaudience, 2nd: Creates an invisible magical sensor in a semi-familiar local such as behind a nearby closed door or a grove of trees in the distance. This magical sensor allows the caster to either see or hear around it. It does not grant darkvision.
Chain of Eyes, 2nd: Allows you to see out of the eyes of another. You gain no control over that creature. Each time that creature comes in contact with another, you may transfer your sight into them.
Earth Surge, 7th: Allows the caster to manipulate the earth around them.
Greater Magic Shield, 8th: The caster surrounds a target in a magical bubble, absorbing up to 3 times the caster’s health in damage and protecting them from status effects for a short period of time.
Zone of Truth, 3rd: Those around you must speak the truth. Attempts to lie end in silence.
Brain Spider, 8th: Tap into the minds of up to eight people nearby, able to listen to their thoughts and place suggestions in all simultaneously.
Greater Invisibility, 7th: Vanish from sight even while moving.
Curse, 5th: Inflict a target with one lesser status condition: Slowed, Fear, Panic, Confusion.
Greater Curse, 7th: Inflict a target with one greater status condition: Petrified, Insanity.
Negative Burst, 5th: Burst of negative energy explodes from the caster, dealing damage to everything around them.
Black Hole, 9th: Caster opens a black hole at a location, dealing massive damage to everything nearby. If that damage would kill or destroy a target, it is sucked into the black hole.
Hellfire, 7th: Caster conjures a mote of hellfire that grows and consumes a target on contact, dealing massive damage.
Eye of Power, 9th: Creates a visible magical sensor at a location for a short period of time. Eye of power allows the caster to see through magical darkness and cast spells as if the caster was at the senor’s location. This sensor can be destroyed before the duration of the spell is up.
Greater Arcane Seal: Wards an object or location against intrusion. Only 9th tier and higher casters can break the seal without tripping the alarm.
Screen, 9th: Allows the cast to cast an illusion over a large area. This illusion must be static(ig, an empty field rather than a battle in the field) and cannot be changed once set unless released by the caster or dispelled.
Actions:
High Tiered Magic Immunity: Passive, spells of 6th tier and lower do not affect this character.
High Tiered Physical Immunity: Physical attacks of level 60 and lower do not affect this character.
Specialization (Information Magic): Wizard Class Passive, Spells within a wizard’s specialization are more difficult to counter, requiring a spell two tiers higher(to a maximum of 10th) than the specialization spell cast to counter it.
Magical Knowledge: Wizard Class Passive, Wizards gain a one step increase to magical knowledge skill.
Scribe Scroll: Wizard Class Passive, Allows the wizard to create scrolls of known spells.
Mind Blank: Unseen Seer Passive, Information magics ignore the Seer. The magic relays all information as usual as if the seer wasn't present.
Oppressive Presence: Unseen Seer Action, The seer can extend her mind blank to all allies around her once per day.
Species Trait:
Shapechanger: Changelings can alter their form as necessary, making them excellent covert agents. This ability acts the same as a polymorph spell but does not grant the changeling any special abilities of the new form. The changes are cosmetic only. Assuming a familiar form takes as long as casting the polymorph spell. Creating a new form takes one day of concentration.
Natural Deceit: Changelings Acting skill increase by one step.
Frail: Changelings are more frail than most species, reducing their Health and Physical Resistance by one step each.
Items:
Malign Wand(Rare): For all intensive purposes, this wand seems like a normal birch wand. Any creature with Positive Karma suffer a moderate mana debuff. Any creature with negative karma enjoys a moderate mana buff.
Thanos’ Lash(Legendary): This whip is composed of pure negative energy, bypassing physical resistance entirely. This whip leaves a lingering sting, applying up to three stack of the Lash DoT for ten seconds each.
Robes of the Witch (Mythic): These plain looking robes slightly reduce the mana cost of all spells.
Ring of the Black Mage (mythic): Evil Spellcasters gain a small intelligence buff while good spell casters suffer an intelligence debuff.
Relation to other NPCs:
Other:
Deceitful: This character's acting skill increases two steps and information magics attempting divine the truth of her lies fail unless their intelligence is equal to her acting rank .
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