Durandal

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Stand down, rioters! Stand down!
*readies tear gas*

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Distrusting the god of deceit and planning? I'm offended. :P

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Ahahaha, I love how I'm the only one who's voted. I like how each of you handles your characters. Very nice.

@End Here

All in due time. ;)

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Kelthis

A whispering of air followed Prothos's final statement, stirring through to caress those inside the room. For the briefest moment, the light behind the golden throne shifted, allowing a patch of shadow to form. Springing from this smallest opening, Kelthis's form appeared to rotate and expand, changing from a vertical line to one of a recognizable humanoid figure wreathed in a cloak. No light broke through the covering of the hood despite the abundance of illumination in the room, a solid, impassive front against the outside world. Cloth-wrapped arm lifted, laying a gloved hand upon the left arm of the throne. Not once had the cloak shifted during the entirety of the sequence.

"It's about that time, isn't it?" Running his hand slowly along the arm of the chair, the glove encasing the appendage developed streaks of gold along the back, made to run across the contours of Kelthis's hand. A smile tugged at his lips, hidden by the shadows of the cloak. Control returned afterwards, necessitating his withdrawing his hand back to the folds of his clothing. Turning to face the two other gods already in the room, Kelthis's clothing melted away, replaced procedurally by a incarnadine silk doublet and pants. It would be impossible for any mortal to discern the features of his face, difficult even for gods. Settling on a plain visage with reserved features, Kelthis willed his clothing to a brown woolen state. Better.

"Greetings, my brothers. Ages has it been since this throne was last occupied. I only hope that the one worthy of that seat is chosen. Which you seem to take as Prothos, Onhiel." Settling himself into one of the seats opposite the pair of gods, Kelthis's eyes flickered between purple and yellow even as they examined his companions. He cocked his head to the side, calculated to be just noticeable yet not intrusive so that Onhiel would notice his 'curiosity.'

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Faeros

The Deep Woods, shadowed and cloistered by the venerable trees whose age was far beyond that of a mortal man's. Paths wound their way through the stands of trunks, multitudinous strings connecting the Forest Cities of Faeros to each other and the outside world. Many might have found the silence and brooding presence of the Deep Woods imposing, constricting, even frightening, but to the inhabitants of the assorted city-states it was simply another facet of their life. Hundreds scurried along the roads, sometimes alone, often times in scores, merchant caravans bound with goods for a destination which would bring them the greatest profit.

Frontier posts ranged across the true heart of the Deep Woods, truly sequestered from civilization. Here did the woodsmen work, bringing in precious timbers and rare materials from these seldom traveled regions of the world. Many also doubled as warders, sometimes specifically operating as one, ranging out in missions that could take days or weeks, maintaining a constant vigil against any that might approach the Faerosian cities through this vector.

On the coastal plains and wetlands, farmers labored under the gaze of sun and cloud to bring their harvest, finish their craft, or tend to their family. Many lived respectable lives, provided for by the merchants in coin and goods for the nourishment which they delivered to the cities. Yet it did not matter where in Faeros one lived, for all knew something was changing. Priests, such as they existed in the largely privatized followings of Kelthis, told of incredible successes against original hopes. Compounding these favorable reports were the tidings of the sorcerers, many harnessing their abilities in amounts previously considered rare. All of Faeros waited, all of Faeros planned. A change was coming, and they would be ready.

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@Durandal

You mention that half of your population resides within the 'forest cities', though such large settlements are supposedly home to nearly two-thirds of your population. Does this mean there are cities within the coastal plains, or am I reading too much into your application?

@Brink_

I realize now that it seems a bit strange how I worded it. Half of the overall population of Faeros lives within the forest cities. One-sixth of the total population lives on the coastal and minority marsh/swamp cities. The last third of the population lives outside of the cities, although not necessarily far away from them.

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<Snipped quote by Durandal>

You've done it now! We're all doomed!

Right folks, I'll get a post up tomorrow, get us moving, if there's still anyone around to participate in this. If not, well, it'll just be a wasted post.

@Jbcool

I'll still be around. There is no rest for service to the Emperor until you die!

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Kelthis

Kelthis, He Who Listens, the Shadowed One, the Whisper in the Dark

Deity of Deceit and Planning

Indirect, or Direct: Indirect relationship

Appearance: Kelthis adopts various forms, each time changing a slight facet of the appearance, a quirk of his personality. His most common figure is that of a tall man concealed in a cloak of oily black which does not react to natural effects, remaining motionless no matter the action or surrounding conditions. His face is shadowed by the hood, although one can sometimes glimpse a cold, gaunt face filled with malice staring out from underneath, darkened eyes gleaming dully. Apart from the gods and select mortals which he seldom appears to, Kelthis appearance and even physical form is always unique in each appearance, adopting the guise of a woman as frequently as that of a man, although most refer to the deity by its masculine pronoun.

Personality: Although normally reserved, Kelthis personality is what he requires it to be for a specific situation. His preferred personality is that of a calculating, passionless individual, treating others as pawn, allowing no anger to slip through, only pity. He cares not for the specific ties associated with an event but rather its execution and results.

Faeros

Population: 604,900

Denizens: The inhabitants of Faeros inhabit three distinct environs: the coastal plains, the marshes, and the deep forests. Most share the same lithe stature and tolerance to cold, although the specifics of a person depends on which of these locations they inhabit. Intermediate areas where the terrain transitions plays host to grand merchant fairs, arenas, brothels, and a multitude of illicit and gold-sealed dealings. Clothing is generally made of cotton when it can be had. Approximately half of the population lives in the forest cities, with the remaining half weighted towards the coast. All in Faeros, more so the upper classes, play the game of houses, for to do otherwise is to invite ruin. These states may appear divided to foreign powers, and so they are, but a threat will see the unification of these great cities.



Government: A collection of city-states, the most common form of control is that of a despot or small oligarchy that wields influence over the factions in their areas, although some of the more moderate city-states have larger councils. This fact does not detract from the ruthlessness of politics in the slightest.

Military: The military of Faeros is a composition of household troops, city levies, and mercenaries, with each city bringing a unique or balanced approach. Many of the professional troops are skirmishers or heavy shock infantry, effective within the confines of the Faerosian cities and the forests which most inhabit. Cavalry is a comparatively small portion of the overall military, although the coastal cities field them in higher numbers. Most skirmishers utilize atlatls to be able to engage at a distance and still have power while freeing themselves of the constrictions of both javelins and bows, though the weapon has its own drawbacks. Shock infantry normally utilize swords and shields, although some of the more elite units arm themselves with flanged maces or axes.

Culture: Faeros is a culture divided and unified, each city-state an independent polity that bears similarities to its neighbors. Begun as a small series of forest settlements which served as stopping posts for the hunter-gatherers of the society, these camps, called faers in the native tongue, would slowly grow, clearing and occupying more area of the forest as they grew in importance. Some faers would move to the coast, plying the seas for more food and trade albeit with less success than their land-locked cousins. In time, the camps would establish seats of power, walls, and larger, more permanent buildings, the start of the city-states. Continuing unabated for decades, the cities would host a majority of the population of Faeros, so named because of the origins of the collective.

The larger each city-state became, the more of an emphasis was placed on the ability to outwit and manipulate one's rivals both near and far. Whether bloody or peaceful, good-willed or malicious, intrigue and convoluted plots became the premier tenets of Faerosian society. While one would normally correlate scheming with nefarious purposes, many plots are formulated and enacted to bring peace and prosperity with the least amount of disruption possible, for trade and industry is the heart of Fearos. Temples to Kelthis are few, with four in any given city considered a plurality. Instead, worship, as it can be called, is private, with individuals or groups sending prayers for guidance and fortune to their sovereign for success.

To be touched with the gift of magic is to be honored in Faerosian society, for the touch of Kelthis is rare indeed. Wielding sorcerous powers invites jealousy as well, making those who wish to survive some of the most able manipulators and leaders in Faeros.

Cities in Faeros are densely populated, host to more than two-thirds of the total population of the collective. Food is primarily supplied through the coastal cities, interspersed farms, or trade, placing a modicum of reliance on the outside world for comfort. Many sorcerers themselves own plantation estates, using their gifts to help their harvests and its sale.

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Looks interesting so here's my potential app.

Kelthis

Kelthis, He Who Listens, the Shadowed One, the Whisper in the Dark

Deity of Deceit and Planning

Indirect, or Direct: Indirect relationship

Appearance: Kelthis adopts various forms, each time changing a slight facet of the appearance, a quirk of his personality. His most common figure is that of a tall man concealed in a cloak of oily black which does not react to natural effects, remaining motionless no matter the action or surrounding conditions. His face is shadowed by the hood, although one can sometimes glimpse a cold, gaunt face filled with malice staring out from underneath, darkened eyes gleaming dully. Apart from the gods and select mortals which he seldom appears to, Kelthis appearance and even physical form is always unique in each appearance, adopting the guise of a woman as frequently as that of a man, although most refer to the deity by its masculine pronoun.

Personality: Although normally reserved, Kelthis personality is what he requires it to be for a specific situation. His preferred personality is that of a calculating, passionless individual, treating others as pawn, allowing no anger to slip through, only pity. He cares not for the specific ties associated with an event but rather its execution and results.

Faeros

Population: 604,900

Denizens: The inhabitants of Faeros inhabit three distinct environs: the coastal plains, the marshes, and the deep forests. Most share the same lithe stature and tolerance to cold, although the specifics of a person depends on which of these locations they inhabit. Intermediate areas where the terrain transitions plays host to grand merchant fairs, arenas, brothels, and a multitude of illicit and gold-sealed dealings. Clothing is generally made of cotton when it can be had. Approximately half of the population lives in the forest cities, with the remaining half weighted towards the coast. All in Faeros, more so the upper classes, play the game of houses, for to do otherwise is to invite ruin. These states may appear divided to foreign powers, and so they are, but a threat will see the unification of these great cities.


(Claim is the brown-red area)

Government: A collection of city-states, the most common form of control is that of a despot or small oligarchy that wields influence over the factions in their areas, although some of the more moderate city-states have larger councils. This fact does not detract from the ruthlessness of politics in the slightest.

Military: The military of Faeros is a composition of household troops, city levies, and mercenaries, with each city bringing a unique or balanced approach. Many of the professional troops are skirmishers or heavy shock infantry, effective within the confines of the Faerosian cities and the forests which most inhabit. Cavalry is a comparatively small portion of the overall military, although the coastal cities field them in higher numbers. Most skirmishers utilize atlatls to be able to engage at a distance and still have power while freeing themselves of the constrictions of both javelins and bows, though the weapon has its own drawbacks. Shock infantry normally utilize swords and shields, although some of the more elite units arm themselves with flanged maces or axes.

Culture: Faeros is a culture divided and unified, each city-state an independent polity that bears similarities to its neighbors. Begun as a small series of forest settlements which served as stopping posts for the hunter-gatherers of the society, these camps, called faers in the native tongue, would slowly grow, clearing and occupying more area of the forest as they grew in importance. Some faers would move to the coast, plying the seas for more food and trade albeit with less success than their land-locked cousins. In time, the camps would establish seats of power, walls, and larger, more permanent buildings, the start of the city-states. Continuing unabated for decades, the cities would host a majority of the population of Faeros, so named because of the origins of the collective.

The larger each city-state became, the more of an emphasis was placed on the ability to outwit and manipulate one's rivals both near and far. Whether bloody or peaceful, good-willed or malicious, intrigue and convoluted plots became the premier tenets of Faerosian society. While one would normally correlate scheming with nefarious purposes, many plots are formulated and enacted to bring peace and prosperity with the least amount of disruption possible, for trade and industry is the heart of Fearos. Temples to Kelthis are few, with four in any given city considered a plurality. Instead, worship, as it can be called, is private, with individuals or groups sending prayers for guidance and fortune to their sovereign for success.

To be touched with the gift of magic is to be honored in Faerosian society, for the touch of Kelthis is rare indeed. Wielding sorcerous powers invites jealousy as well, making those who wish to survive some of the most able manipulators and leaders in Faeros.

Cities in Faeros are densely populated, host to more than two-thirds of the total population of the collective. Food is primarily supplied through the coastal cities, interspersed farms, or trade, placing a modicum of reliance on the outside world for comfort. Many sorcerers themselves own plantation estates, using their gifts to help their harvests and its sale.

Carpe Diem

Name: Fearghas Al' thor

Age: 29

Country of origin: Scottish-American

Native language and accent in English: English with a neutral spoken accent, knows how to speak and write some Scottish Gaelic

Appearance: A large, stocky man at 6'1 with a broad yet lithe and supple body, Fearghas presence is rather dominating when he applies himself. His musculature is defined from hours spent fencing, swimming, and rock climbing, paring down much of the fat on his body. Despite his size, Fearghas's features themselves are rather plain as people go. His face is gaunt, with blue eyes sunken slightly into the face, shoulder-length hair that he normally keeps back with a band topping his head. Personal beauty is not of importance to him but he keeps himself respectable nonetheless. His face is lined by a thin beard. Normally, he wears unassuming clothes, neither scruffy nor refined. At the time of his arrival, he is wearing a pair of climbing shorts, a breathable synthetic shirt, a pair of sturdy all-purpose shoes, climbing gloves, and a helmet and harness, along with his backpack.

Strengths: Physically adept in a variety of skills, able outdoorsman. Some knowledge of physics. Decent fencer if only recreationally. Good craftsman.

Weaknesses: Soft-spoken, although not an isolationist. Not very good at diplomacy. Disillusioned and will sometimes make rash or spiteful decisions. Some troubles controlling his temper. Somewhat alcoholic.

Possessions: Wind-up watch, two-days worth of energy bars, water, and beef jerky, 150 feet of nylon rope, a sleeping bag, small bag of personal hygeine items with toothbrush, toothpaste, comb, and deoderant, hatchet, box of matches, fold-up saw, a wallet with a driver's license, twenty dollars in cash, loose change, and two pictures of outings with his friends, pocket knife. Beanbags. Because reasons.

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