Charzy

Starless - Unique Fantasy RP

Yup

Starless - Unique Fantasy RP

I don't think that everybody throwing around insults is going to help anything, guys.

Starless - Unique Fantasy RP

Yeah, Dawnscroll does have a point here, even if he is getting a hell of a lot angrier than a game warrants.
I got a note to go ahead and move my own plotline along, and that was cool. I think Dawnscroll just wants some acknowledgement that he's also a player, just like much everybody else has gotten.

Starless - Unique Fantasy RP

This is a civilisation that, in 60 000 years, has made zero technological progress. Let's face it, their capability to apply their minds long enough to do anything even remotely inventive can't be that high.

Here's a map of Zhan's travels so far, from the ruined city of Kai to the city of Shi.

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Zhan had been walking for three days, and he was thirsty. Much of the city had been buried by the ravages of time, and much of the landscape was different. The mountains to the north were familiar, but that was about it. He hadn't, in those days, found a single other person in what had once been one of the world's largest and most prosperous cities. He moved on, southwards.
For another four days he walked south along the river, foraging for food and wishing that he had the materials to brew a proper drink.
As the river began to turn west, he finally came across a settlement. In the bend of the river was a large city, not near as great as what had once been the seat of his brother's empire, but still reasonably impressive. It had been centuries since he had spoken to another actual person. This would be interesting.

He walked up to the open gates of the city, and followed the flow of traffic inwards. It took him to the city center. He continued searching, and eventually came across what looked like an inn. Entering, he made his way to the bar, and looked to the man serving others, taking him to be the innkeeper.

"Ah, excuse me kind sir, but do you happen to have any room for an old man who finds himself a stranger in a new town? If you need any staff, I will gladly work for my keep. I can cook, I can perform, I can clean the floors. Whatever it is you need me to do, I can."

"Hrmph, a vagabond. Well. You're in luck, our cook quit a week back, said he 'couldn't work in these hostile conditions' or some other tripe. I've been doing the cooking. A room for the night is one silver, food is five coppers for a meal. I'll pay you fourteen silvers a week, subtracting your fees... three silver and five coppers a week."

"Ah, you are very generous, I see! Very well, agreed. What do you need done first?"

"Get in back, find an apron and grow the stew. I'll be in and out whenever there're orders, and if I catch you slacking you're be out on your ass, old man!"

And so, the great General Zhan went into the kitchen with a smile on his face, happy that he'd found himself a stable source of income so easily.

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Yeah, it's definitely religious, but what I'm saying is that it's not one single god.

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Yeah, probably best to do it chronologically.

Also, here's a map of what used to be the Empire of Kai and is now a vast collection of little city-states.

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Peace

Zhan sat, in his glade in the forest, on his plain blanket, beside a pot of tea.
It had been centuries since the last hero sought him out, petitioning him for advice. Zhan had occupied the years with his meditations, his practice and the company of the spirits, and he was at peace in this world.
But, as it often does, destiny got in the way of serenity.

Zhan woke.

The last thing he could remember was talking to Haba over tea. Certainly he did not remember traveling far from his glade, and especially not to anywhere where there could be... buildings?
All around him were walls, and above him ceilings. Planes of cracked and broken plaster covered stone and mortar, overgrown with moss and lichens.
He hadn't been in his bedroom in a very, very long time.

He knew that it had been millennia since his life here, and even he couldn't help but be surprised at the fact that he had returned. He had, after all, died. Yet, even with the knowledge of this great passage of time, it was a little sad to see that the great empire that he had forged had crumbled. Or perhaps it was only his bedroom that was in such a state of disrepair. Thinking now, he realised that he hadn't actually gotten up from the wooden floor where once stood his bed.

Slowly standing, he walked to the once-familiar door and stepped outside. Before him were the ruined remains of the palace of the once great city, now abandoned and destroyed.

Over the course of the next day he walked around the dead city, trying to find out if anything remained from his time as a mortal man. Nothing did.

He was sad that what was once so great had fallen so far, but through the course of the day realised that there was little use in mourning a city that died millennia ago. He began walking south, in the hopes of finding a warm, dry place to sit, sleep and figure out why he had returned to the material world once more after such a long, long time away.

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Edit: It also came to my attention that we don't have a patron god for a lot of concepts. Perhaps we could have patron gods for the classical elements for Zhan's sake, a god(dess) of nature for Markiel, etc.?

@ravenDivinity

Nah, Zhan's got that whole spirit-worship thing going on. I think it'd sort of break the concept to have a God of The Elements grant him all his powers.

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General Zhan the Peaceful

"You have light and peace inside of you. If you let it out, you can change the world around you"

M Y T HO L O G Y
General Zhan was a great war hero from the East. It is said that, heading the armies of the Kingdom of Kai in the name of his brother, King Izoh, he successfully led the sieges of dozens of cities, ultimately seeing the rise of the Empire of Kai. However, during the ultimate years of the expansion period, news reached Zhan of the death of his son, Tenlu. He returned to the capital and stayed there for years, renouncing his title and spending the next decades at rest, a hero, but a minor one.
It came to pass that when Zhan reached the age of 57, the son of the Emperor, Kuzon, was shamed by the Emperor and exiled. As Kuzon's uncle, Zhan felt that it was his duty to see that Kuzon would complete the now unknown quest that the Emperor sent him out to do as penance for his transgressions.

In the following years, Kuzon gained fame as a prominent rebel and claimant to the throne, his younger sibling now the crown prince. Zhan remained by his side, giving sagely advice, and would become recognised as much of the reason as to why Kuzon was able to pull off his coup and reclaim the throne that was rightfully his.

At the age of 61, Zhan led an army of rebels against the Empire, using powerful sorcery and a genius grasp of strategy to cut his way through droves of loyalist forces. Leading a three-year siege against the capital, he finally worked with a small team of agents to enter the city undetected and assassinate the Emperor and capture the crown prince. The city quickly fell and Kuzon was crowned Emperor. Zhan is said to have devoted the rest of his life to meditation, and finally died at the age of 106, ascending to the spirit world.
There, not truly dead, he has remained for millennia, practicing his sorceries and meditating, giving sagely advice to all those who would seek him out in his new home. His legend has only grown in this time, spread by those minor heroes who would use his advice to do great deeds. He is known in many places as a powerful spirit of wisdom, and some households in what was once the Empire of Kai still lay offerings of tea leaves at small shrines with statues of him, meditating.

It is said that if you would seek him out, you need only travel to the spirit world and call out for him. It is said that you will soon come across a plain blanket with a modest campfire, a cracked teapot and an old man, making tea for two people.

Zhan is not a global legend. He is not an all-powerful omnipotent demigod. He is a war hero, and a teacher, and a guide. His legend has grown through constant retelling, as heroes come back from their journeys and tell of a fat, tea-loving sage in the spirit forests who gave great advice and encouraged them to be the best that they could be.

A P P E A R A N C E
Zhan is an elderly man, who appears fat and out of shape. His beard is long well-kept, though his head has long since balded and only some of his white, thin hair remains. His teeth are stained a very pale brown from the constant ingestion of tea, and his hands are gnarled and tough where years of practice of martial arts have strengthened and calloused them.
His appearance has not been exaggerated in legend, but it taken for what it is. When heroes return and tell of his advice, they only speak of how calm and relaxed he seemed at all times, a paragon of serenity. Statues of him are as serene and calm as he is, exemplifying beauty on the interior, not on the exterior.

A B I L I T I E S / E Q U I P M E N T
Zhan has always been gifted with control over the elements. He can create gusts of wind to evade his enemies. He can move the ground beneath him to guard against their blows. He can raise walls of water to divert them from their course. He can generate gouts of fire to light the error in their path.
In addition to this, Zhan is a gifted martial artist, having had millennia to practice his art.
Zhan has spent millennia in meditation, turning his attentions inward. His soul has become like diamond, uncorruptable and unbreakable. His mind, similarly, has become like adamantium, his willpower infinite.
Zhan has retained his knowledge of strategy and tactics from his mortal life, long ago. He is a brilliant strategist.

A G E O F L E G E N D
Approximately five thousand years ago.