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Unheroic: The Fish and The Falls [Closed]

The hero sighed in relief after hearing Primalia's and Uriel's answers. "It seems that we are still in the same world. I have seen countless magic systems during my years as a hero, and a lot of different constructs, but one rule remains constant. No strength without weakness." Nale turned to Uriel "Since we are most likely still on the same world, I think that long ago some of my people travelled beyond the sea and colonized your home continent. Or wise versa, my ancestors arrived from your continent and settled mine. It doesn't really matter who travelled where, it's just a question of chickens and eggs, but the point is, since the same universal rule applies, we simply live in lands not yet discovered by others. This dungeon might be in another similarly distant land, perhaps even Kazzok's homeland."

Nale looked as the Stranger, no, Anchiel wrote his name down. He slapped himself on the head.

"Of course," He groaned, "Why didn't I think of asking if he can read and write?" Nale lokked at Anchiel apologetically. "I'm sorry I didn't realize that sooner, you wouldn't have had to... do that to write. We will procure proper writing equipment to you as soon as we can."

It was then that Uriel told to collect the two in the storeroom. "I can do that." Nale volunteered, "Wait just a minute, I'll be right back" he told and left for the storeroom. But as he entered, he heard the foreman tell how one of the object was the undead's anchor, or at least, that's what he thought the foreman said. Quickly Nale dived into the crate with blades, looking for his daggers. "So, are these weapons confiscated from the prisoners?" He asked while checking.

{Open to Application} Rebellion is Our Calling - Revive

That actually offers some interesting worldbuilding opportunities. Perhaps Tricaelians follow a goddess. Maybe there are several popes, along with one high pope. And holy symbol, well, it could be just about anything.

And not just religion. Since Tricaelia is a world with magic, medicine is definitely move effective than during the actual middle ages.

In fact, there was a custom born from a belief that King's touch, born of divine authority could heal diseases. In fact one disease, scrofula, was associated with the believed healing power of the Royal Touch to the point that it became also known as King's Evil.

King Willum is confirmed to possess magic, so he may also possess a Royal Touch. One sign of his callousness towards his people could be that he refuses to perform the ritual.

EDIT: Oops, didn't notice @Kitty answering. But nevermind about the religion.

Anyway, my character doesn't like nobles, whoever they are. To her noble blood is like a poison. But we will see. This might prove interesting.

{Open to Application} Rebellion is Our Calling - Revive

It may take a while for me to finish this, so I'll put it here unfinished and edit is as I go (better that way than having to start all over every time).

(under construction)

Name: Annabelle Tyler

Race/Faction: The Peasants' Army

Age: 23

Description: A well-constructed description totaling five sentences and a picture. Preferably a realistic one, however, if you can't find one you like animation is tolerable. If you would prefer to use just written description this is acceptable, just be certain to use two well-written paragraphs to describe your character. I should have some form of mental image for this character.

"Class": Are you a warrior? A mage of some form? Just a regular citizen dragged into a cesspit of a political drama?

Motivation: Annabelle wants to erase anything royal and aristocratic from Tricaelia and turn it into a republic.

History: Annabelle is a freeholder, a peasant who owns her own land and is not bound to nobles through rent (tenants) or serfdom (serfs). Tylers are well respected in their home village and generations of Tylers have acted as Sheriffs. In fact the current Sheriff is Annabelle's older brother Sebastian.

But times are hard in Tricaelia to be a peasant, as the nobles become greedier and more debauched. More and more tenants are evicted from their households for being unable to pay their ever increasing rents, and serfs are forced to endure worsening humiliations at the hands of the nobles who are supposed to protect them. Freeholders aren't untouched either, as the royal court increases their taxes and declares other laws. Last year Tylers were forced to demolish their mill, when it was declared that only nobles were allowed to own mills.

What is your past? What are you running from? What are you trying to save? Or destroy? Is your background noble? Common? Who are you and what makes you, you?

Strengths: 3-5 Strengths of your character. Personal, physical, or mental.

Weakness: 3-5 Weaknesses your character possesses. Personal, physical, or mental.

What is the most important thing to know about your character?

What is your character's greatest flaw?
Annabelle has a very black and white View of the world. Everything for her is either/or, and there is no middle ground.

Why should your character be in a position to influence an entire country?
Nobles were supposed to protect the commoners, not threaten them. They don't see common folk as people, only as annoyances to ignore at best, toys to play with until they break at worst. Peasants don't need nobles making their lives hard. Tricaelia must be ruled by the commoners for the commoners.

One paragraph writing example of dialogue or interaction with another character plus a second paragraph writing example of combat. If your character is a non-combatant (i.e. specializes in healing) use whatever specialization that character would have for the second paragraph.

Depending on the circumstances, I might also make a guild

Rebellion is our Calling! - Revive

I'm also interested.

Now, I have a character, who I'm not sure where she would fit.

The character I had in mind plans to destroy nobility and royalty and turn Tricaelia into a land ruled by the commoners for the commoners. There is a certain hypocrisy involved in my character, however, because she isn't exactly lower class. She is either a merchant or a relatively wealthy freeholder (a peasant who owns their own land), granting her access to education among other things. She also hates everything noble and seeks to erase every trace of it (She plans to kill the King, but has no intention of sparing the Queen, nor their children).

Would this character fit this game?

Any love for the Cartoon Action Hour RPG?

I for one always liked those cartoons (although I'm even bigger fan of the reboots).

Did you have anything particular in mind?

Unheroic: The Fish and The Falls [Closed]

Nale wasn't really sure what to do with the creature, so he just greeted it as it passed by. Sighing in relief he followed the rest.

He listened for a while for Uriel's rant, before he went into thought as well. "Now that you mention it" He finally said, "What I've looked at everyone, things don't seem to be consistent with what I've grown used to. I mean, I have seen constructs, undead and the like, but there are small details that are wrong. That plus none of you seem to know the lands of each other, and yet most of us possess the same skin tone. I know there's at least one unknown continent, but you folks look like your came from the central lands like me. And this world is too... normal to be an Otherworld. Granted, this place looks a little like the Hellrealm, but if it was, where are the demons?"

He then listened to Primalia. "I have seen winged folk a few times, but these were vampires who pretended being fae. Of course, real fae look like whatever stories are told of them. Some angels have wings too, but they seem too mortal to be angels. Some beastfolk can resemble birds, but they can change between human form and winged form. River's form, on the other hand, appears to be permanent." Nale looked at River "That is you natural form, isn't it?"

It was then that it hit Nale. Uriel said that he hadn't seen magic like the locks. He needed to check. "How does the magic you know of work?" He asked, pointing at Uriel "What I know of it, there is no strength without weakness. Whatever abilities you gain makes you vulnerable to something, one way or another. Does the magic you know work like that? Do you need to bond with the world or outside forces to use magic on a high level? Can that magic turn against you? Damage your senses, turn you mad, even kill you if you cast something too powerful or disruptive. Does it get weaker on lands where that magic isn't commonly practiced?"

Nale then pointed at Primalia, "When you were built, did your creator warn you to avoid certain things, fire or water or anything? Do you get rebellious, violent, or even just angry when people treat you like an object? Does you body require constant maintenance?"

Nale took a few deep breaths, "Sorry about that," He apologized, "It's just that... I think I might have an idea what's going on, and I needed to know."

Unheroic: The Fish and The Falls [Closed]

Finally the group moved on. Nale gave one final look at the construct before joining the others. The hero moved from one hiding spot to the next, staying in a corner before rushing forward, beware of every step he made. This was not the first prison he had been in, but this dungeon was somehow... wrong. And he didn't mean in the way of its guards. The construct was strangely made. Usually alchemists preferred to keep some kind of human or similar natural form in their creations, but that armor was more like a mockery. Perhaps there was some kind of fear factor involved.

Nale stopped hiding when the group reached some other cells. The prisoners, unmoving in their shadows, unnerved him.

"Are these prisoners like this in their natural state?" He thought aloud. He had seen many strange species throughout his hero career, and this group wasn't exactly average, so they could be another race he hadn't seen before.

"Or are they what we would have become, had we stayed here?" This dungeon was obviously wrong, all these... monsters inside. And the prisoners seemed, well, empty. Perhaps the dark magic, which the Strange kept at bay, would turn those inside into these shadows.

Nale wanted to touch one of the prisoners, but managed to resist himself. It was best not to risk anything right now.

It was then that his attention was turned to two new arrivals. The men had apparently followed them from the cells.

"Hello" Nale greeted, "And I suppose you can join us, if that is okay with everyone else. It is a better fate than turning into one of these shadow prisoners, assuming of course they are what we could have become had the Stranger..." He pointed at the masked little one, "not released us. But we need to hurry. I don't know if you saw it, but there was a construct of some kind, made of armor and flesh, that might still be moving. And it is not alone."

Unheroic: The Fish and The Falls [Closed]

Two new individuals appeared from the cells, both men. Both of them looked like beggars or thieves. But then again, no one here weren't exactly in their best looks. Nale's outfit wasn't what he usually wore either. He assumed the uniform was confiscated along with his weapons and equipment.

The Stranger was right. Now it was not the right time for spelling. Nale nodded and turned to the others.

"Hello River" He greeted one of the winged women. "You can call me Nale. Now, before we leave I think there is one thing about me you all need to know. I am good at hiding, and I mean really good. So, umm, if it is fine with others, I could act as a scout for us, go ahead and-"

His speech was interrupted by the sound of metal clanging. An armored construct appeared in front of them. Thanks to Stranger's... power, it stopped, at least partially, but it still moved. Some of the group prepared to fight, But Nale wasn't rule if it was the right call.

"Wait!" He exclaimed to the the winged woman, River apparently, preparing to fight. "The masked one said 'Leave', not 'Fight'. I think they wished for us to move out before the construct's comrades come running. Look, I hate the idea of running away as much as the..."

But then the Undead began crappling with the construct.

"Uhh... nevermind. Just spread out. It can't attack more than two at once, and it moves slowly."

Nale hated fighting like this. Usually he would find a good hiding spot and strike from there when the opportunity presented itself. In an open combat he was next to useless.

Unheroic: The Fish and The Falls [Closed]

Nale watched as the Stranger spoke by mimicking the voices of him and the others. In the Hero Academy he had learned to observe situations and adapt to them accordingly. It was then that it hit him.

"Words," He quietly exclaimed, pointing at the stranger with both fingers. "You need words."

He held his hand on his forehead, mumbling as he wondered what words he should say. He couldn't give too much, because otherwise they would run out of time. Nale didn't know exactly why the guards were silent now, but it certainly had something to do with the Stranger, and it would end eventually.

"Let's start with replies. Yes, no, maybe. And we need to get out of here, so some movements are needed. Hmm... up, down, left, right, forward, back, stop, move, fight, flee..."

Nale was quiet again, it was so difficult to come up with good words. The Stranger obviously wanted to say more than what the hero could come up with.

"If there is time" He said to the stranger, "I can say the alphabet and numbers from 0 to 9. You can then spell any words you wish to say and we'll say them for you so you can mimic them. Or we can do it later once we are out of here."

Unheroic: The Fish and The Falls [Closed]

The foolish man, hero both in role and in nature, slouched upon the pillory where he was locked into. His entire world, lost into darkness, all because he wanted to be admired, to be famous. Grandmaster always said that fatal flaws can't be overcome, only resisted, but it didn't help. That was accepting the status quo, and now that status quo was a world ruled by this... Body.

A click of metal awakened the man, Nale, from his wallowing, as the heavy wooden piece was lifted from his arms and neck. Nale massaged his wrists, feeling the blood returning to them. He looked at the stranger, who had released him.

"Thank you, Mister... Miss..." Nale thanked before going quiet, realizing that he had no idea whatsoever what the Stranger was. "Thank you anyway."

It was then that he noticed a group of other individuals, recently released. They were certainly a motley group if there ever was one. They were all women. One looked like an angel, but she could also be a faerie, or a demon, or someone who had the blood of any of them. Nale would have to ask more once they got to safety. The second woman was clearly a construct, one made of metal. She looked like a servant of an important household. Maybe from Orbora, the land of alchemists. The third one was an obvious undead. Nale couldn't point out the type, but she resembled a revenant of some kind.

"Hello..." He greeted awkwardly. "I suppose you were also captured by the Body of Kazzok."