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Yinha Karathros





Thank goodness for Kaze and his strength. And somewhat being in an odd group that all didn't want to die at least. That much the High Elf felt for certain as the Lizardman and Paladin and oddly-dressed girl seemingly took care of the scout in good time. Albeit, it also was not a solution to their situation of being surrounded by Imperials who it wasn't hard to think had a death wish for them. All of them. Probably. Or worse, if she wanted to think about certain stories she'd heard in the past.

Ugh.

Yet even more odd were seemingly the action of Miss Serafaye, between a seemingly weak attempt to 'cast magic' and then...melting a sword in her hands and its reforming again?! It was an event so strange, even for a mage who'd seen some very strange and mentally-scarring things in her lifetime so far. But this, this person, she was getting more and more eyebrow-raising by the second. What in the name of the High Lords of Alimar was she, and why was she even here in the first place?

More importantly to the current situation, however, the way the scout came through didn't seem to be an option now. Yes. She had to focus on this task at hand and not die or get taken as a slave or something.

"Less time talking, more running please!" the Angelic Mage said as she hastily ran over, grabbed Serafaye's hand, and pulled her as quickly as possible towards a nearby alley...at least in the hopes it was a better escape route than the main road, "This way!"

She really hoped it was better than the main road. Really really hoped it would be better than the main road. She also hoped that the horned girl's hand would not suddenly now melt her flesh or something through it. That would be...rather inconvenient really.
Johann Maximilian Wald


Main Room, Red Team Mansion, Downtown Residential District, Black Rock





A magecraft originating from Scandinavia, Runes had been first created by the god Odin. These "originals" were aptly known as "Primeval Runes", and the power they boasted was nothing to sneeze at. Then there were the old runes, which were the descendants of these originals. Then from the old runes had come modern runes. Ultimately this magecraft had been watered down to a mere shadow of what had once been, a comparably tiny spark igniting a joint...at least as compared to the light of that great bonfire of its origins.

With this in mind, many had sought to "link the fire" that was that old tradition and bring it back. They sought to reclaim what had once been lost, eve a thamaturgical system founded by a god. Yet especially for those among his ancestors, this very dream had been so very long-sought after that their very existence was invested into it with a sincere earnest. Financial capital, diplomatic clout, precious time, and so much more blood, sweat, and tears had been spilt in order to actualize something that seemed to be a goal line that remained ever so distant.

Then that dream had been colored later on by the temptation of touching 「 」...just as so many other magi aspired to. Truth. Knowledge and power untold. Then that had led to now in turn.

It was too late to back down now, though it wasn't like he intended to either. All of this work would become something, mean something, and he would ensure that would be the case going onwards.

"Hmm..."

Yet it was almost karmic, in a sense, how he'd turned out. Just like his grandfather and a small scattering of past family heads in turn. So far from the normal path of a magus, and yet still treading forward upon it with a sense of sheer impunity and an abnormal savviness of the times. He still blamed himself in part for how he'd become after being sent 'there', really, but there was no changing the past either. It at times made him want to laugh aloud, which had admittedly scared his attendants once or twice before, as if wondering that this was all some joke of a grand design. Or, perhaps, was it fate?

Yet the words of his father only seemed to ring in his ears.

"Hahaha! Yes, the path of a Magus is one that we have trod for many a generation. All abilities, all efforts, all assets, everything and one's self devoted to finding 'Truth' and knowing it.

..But then I look at my own life. None ever thought I, of all my father's children, would come to amount to anything as a mage. Seemingly hundreds of years of labor gone to waste, some cursing my name as a byword by the time my education was done, and yet in the end I grasped the reins and furthered our dream more than my father could have possibly imagined.

All because I came to continue seeking out that far-flung dream through a somewhat different lens."
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Standing before his bedroom window, dressed in a high-class black suit and matching tie, the man simply stared outwards into the sky and upon the German landscape with an almost empty gaze. A lit cigar sat in his right hand, clutched tightly but gingerly to not drop it as a thin trail of wispy smoke coiled up into air from its softly-glowing tip.

"Hmph. You did always have a way with words in some fashion, father, but more so a way with what you aimed for and achieved. Multiple new acquisitions and duplicates, a veritable treasure trove of knowledge and progress that I can scarcely imagine doing myself. We've come so much closer to 'It', and yet..."

Sighing, the man pulled his hand up and took another long drag on his cigar.

"The boy has made a mockery of our name, some say, a 'schweinhund' that doesn't deserve the crest. I'd already written out the groundwork plans to take Hansel in for training, a replacement I had hoped wouldn't be needed years ago...and yet I stopped there. I stopped there and found myself pausing recalling your words, and the damn stupid things you did, and how much was accomplished, and I just stopped.

Hell, kinda off already starting off like you said you did. For one thing, he finally re-acquired 'that' old journal your great-grandfather lost all those years ago. Something about a 'eBay' or whatever? Bah.

...Even so, what's in that old journal has been vastly more than simply promising. It's the treasure trove you spoke of back then. A veritable miracle for the future, especially after how that journal got lost in the first place, which even I can't fully process the contents of in my lifetime."


Another long sigh came out from between the man's lips, though at the same time the corners of his mouth began to turn upwards.

"A bunch of damned fools all of you, scattered like landmines on our family, laughed at, and yet you moved it all forward every single time. So I'll let him keep going, since he's been working on it anyways, and see if the fool of a boy really becomes the next 'you'.

If not, well, I won't hesitate in pulling the trigger myself and taking our Crest back. That I promise you. I won't be succeeded by a failure. Our work will not go to waste."





Whenever Isaac would potentially and finally make it to the Main Room, he would at least find a certain German magus sitting in a chair next to the coffee table. Donning very casual clothes and wielding a magecraft-treated metal instrument in his hand, he was seemingly etching runes into a set of stones that sat in front of him on the polished wood. A look of laser-focused concentration seemed to be on his face as he worked, however, and already visible was a small set of roughly ten rune-inscribed rocks were placed nearby on the table as well.

However, he without a doubt still smelled like a joint...at least after what he'd done earlier that day.

"Was wondering when you'd arrive. Archer seen if everyone else is in position so far? Any sight of enemy movement yet?"

Johann spoke to his fellow Master without batting an eye at him, much less even take the moment to look up, as he seemingly finished off and set aside his latest rune.

It was one thing when he'd hotboxed his attic-space workshop earlier after arrival, mostly to get himself high and able to focus himself more on the preparations at hand. The obvious complaints were obvious in their own way, when it came to a bunch of stuffy mages and odd types around him, but that hadn't phased him either. People tended to focus on the changes in his attitude at the Clock Tower, if they knew of his existence, and bluntly speaking many had just assumed the worst.

Still, none of his classes had complained about his getting work done. None of his teachers saw an issue with handing in assignments or projects or the ilk...frankly the opposite. Even his father hadn't complained about his continued work ethic, at least, after he'd sent him that journal he'd found online. Sure he got high and was more laid-back than before, but hell wasn't it stressful enough to be a mage anyways? He had to focus on his work, not kill himself over it and waste 900 years of progress. Flat had the right idea with keepin' it cool, at least, and to him that was good and all. But he still had a serious ethic in regards to his work that still resonated very true even now.

Then again, having people think less of you than get stuck in the sight-blocking brown-nosing some did was better in his eyes. He didn't mind if they hated him, because he did his own thing and he continued his work as a Magus. He'd never forgotten about the path, he'd just taken a slightly different but still-serious approach. Didn't have to keep a stick-up-the-ass to be a mage, right?

Though in the meantime-

'Hey Lancer, are you seeing anything suspicious around here? Archer's master is just walkin' in, so maybe we'll get to move out soon. Will keep ya' posted as I learn more.

..Though, ah, do please tell me if ya' ever see a stressed out British man and some girl in a gray hood walking around.'


Thanks to Flat for letting him know Teach had left as well. He'd wondered what would happen after sending that letter to tell him what was going on. Not like he could just hide it if he just disappeared, so better to just 'pull the band-aid off' in his mind and let his favorite instructor know anyways.

@ColourlessKing@Anza
@Lurking Shadow Could be interesting to talk on the Discord about an idea at least! If that would be ok i mean. ^^;
Interesting! Are outsiders allowed, or perhaps areas that were once colonies but were basically ignored and became self-sufficient as things declined? etc?
Just a curious passerby who is curious, with a question or two if i may:

1. Are there things like psionic powers, biotics, or the ilk in your RP's universe?

2. Likewise, has the premise been decided upon for the RP itself? :O
Posted. Lucky for you, Crusader-face, you posted right before my own post got out. Otherwise you'd been in a whole heckova lot o' hot water! >:(

Edited my post to include the part of Yinha's question to Serafaye, which yielded NATHING! >:3

Enjoy solving the latest problem, you guize~


Big Oof.
Posted! Curious tiddy mage is curious, though i hope i didn't remember things wrong. XD

She makes a good chest and lap pillow. Truly a soft, plush surface. Yes.
Yinha Karathros





As the horned girl finally began to run, much to the elf's brief relief, Yinha also began to follow behind her as quickly as she could move. Though the movement of the one in front of her was a little 'unnatural'. Then again, this person was ultimately so very strange already it was like she'd fallen from the sky of another land. Frankly it was almost like they were from another plane or world, at least based on the odd terms and even odder mannerisms she used. Also being surprised she was a girl? Ugh. All so odd and strange as it was, however, the sudden sound of the 'thwock' of arrows met the elf's ears. Then a flood of images came, just as she felt her connection to the Guardian sever. Flashes of armor, the sight of archers, Locke mentioning being surrounded, and-...oh.

"Agreed with the man in the mask! There's also archers trained on the air above us! ...My name is Yinha Karathros, by the way!"

The High Elf shouted to the rest of the group as she moved eastward with them, giving a very hasty introduction at the end as an afterthought. Though even as the hooded girl seemed to ask Kaze about smashing into walls, Yinha herself was simply unsure what the woman running around in her underwear could do up front either. Speaking of which...the elf found herself coming to a certain realization as that thought crossed her mind. Why was this Annabelle just running around in her underwear, didn't she know this was a battlefield?!

Lightly shaking her head side to side, trying to get onto the task at hand, Yinha then looked back towards the hooded girl who had spoken to Kaze.

"Ah, miss, Do we want to risk the buildings collapsing on us potentially though? Won't the noise draw attention?"

One big crash back at that ruined chapel, and the building had begun to come down. Not that it wasn't the doing of that old man necromancer somehow, but at the same time it did bring in the question of how stable most of these buildings were. At least to her mind.

It wasn't like she couldn't make a shield to try to help, but since they were surrounded it wasn't like most options were preferable in this case. Though she was curious about the newcomer, since in retrospect it seemed the young horned girl had gotten off the tower rather nicely and...basically magically. Hmm. Maybe she was getting desperate already due to the dire situation, perhaps, but her inner mage was curious about all of these things and just hoping for some potential extra firepower in this rather bad situation.

"Miss Serafaye, I know we just met but would you happen to know any magic that could help us right now?"
Also! 11.5 Hours until deadline. Thou hast been warned.


*See this was said 9 hours ago*


Me: "AAAAAAAAAAAAAA"

*Scrambles to make a post*
@Parallel Hearts@Reflection

Alright...here, finally, is my Master character!

As for his Superior Boon, I was trying to find what category it might fit in. In the end I just put it as it is, and will see what you feel it should better be labeled as! :P


Edit: Reworked my master app, and hope it works better than my first idea! :)

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