Estylwen

Tales of Eyreseum - The False King

I'm currently playing twenty years into Evelyn's past. It might be entertaining, so if you want a good story feel free to subscribe.~

Elementals: Void Assault (Recruiting)

Yes, major events happened. Currently I believe Darkness, Earth, Lightning, and Air are available.

Elementals: Void Assault

Haha, excellent posts, guys. I think some show-and-tell power demonstrations would be perfect, good idea Yahtzee. And I know Cora is curious about highlights in their groups lives, before it was too shitty. Maybe we can swap a couple stories before its lights out.

Patiently waiting for Thema and Gilfred~

Elementals: Void Assault (Recruiting)

Bump~

Academy 218 - Superhuman School (Always open)

Oh yay, she was chosen! As Aislin excitedly picked her way around students, a couple voices she recognized hollered from the crowd. Deborah cheered her on -- I need to talk to her again, she's awesome. Tess hollered, and Jaska gave the cutest 'hiii' as she made her way to Adam's side. Aislin couldn't wipe the grin off her face as she waved back at Jaska, half-noting the people (family?) he sat with. She felt popular. Just a little. At least, with her small amount of friends she admired. Having never experienced enthusiastic friends in her previous school, Aislin was all smiles. 

More students slipped into their little group as they all centered around Adam, which actually made Aislin feel a little more comfortable, rather than outshone. Adam was still kind of intimidating, especially with that suit. Among their group, Aislin didn't recognize any of the other students. Thankfully, they started introducing themselves. The quiet one with a no-bullshit attitude was called Matthew. The comical enthusiast that made her laugh before was Daniel. And upon introducing himself, Daniel turned to her and pulled a plastic rose out of nowhere in a romantic gesture. She immediately laughed, thoroughly amused with his showmanship. 

Before she could accept the rose Adam gusted it out of Daniel's hand. Which sucked because she was going to be all cute and give it a kiss. She flashed the dimensional man a pouty look before shrugging it off, winking. Adam was the boss, and the boss got to use whatever level of strictness he wanted in his class. 

When Adam asked everyone to move back, Aislin did without thinking. If they were getting a demonstration, she was all for it. Matt, he sounded like he had a crazy ability. She was curious to see it in action. Well, honestly, she was curious of everyone's ability around their circle. Not as a comparison thing against her own, that was narrow-minded thinking. Powers, she considered them to be an art form, an extension of the soul. It was an honor to see someone else use their gift. 

Aislin debated whether she wanted to sketch something on paper, and shook her head. She wouldn't need any extra supplies this time. Meeting Adam's intense gaze, she introduced herself. "Aislin Rose, sir. My power is Animation, I can make my environment come to life."

Rubylust [Estylwen x Wrensthav]

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Song of Brotherhood - Adrian von Ziegler

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The midnight sky was a clear canopy of stars, twinkling peacefully o'er the town of Bastille, a major hub of information and trade. In the first Inn at the west entrance of the town, labeled with an engraved sign: "The Honeyden", occupants inside were having the night of their life. Live music drifted down from the second floor in the balcony over-viewing the dance floor. Elves and humans alike were in happy company, and everyone was talking about the new posters up in the Inn. Good money was hard to come by these days, people didn't have as much as they used to, and the taxes were expensive. 

It was the sum of money that drew them in at first, but then they read it. A lot of men and woman turned away, knowing they weren't adequate for what the poster asked. It read in elegant cursive with a large title:

WARRIORS NEEDED

There are problems that tie us all together. Most prominent of these is money, and I can solve that. Easily. But I have a problem too, and if you can't tie with this, then neither can you tie with the sum. At the request of my sponsor, Baronet DuReigh, I am looking for a few exceptionally talented individuals who have a taste for adventure.

They must be brave, they must be able to defend themselves against the great beasts outside our cities, and they must have a knack for navigating bobby-trapped crypts. Most importantly, they must be able to defeat me in battle. Which is most trying of them all since I have mastered certain classes of magic, have had experience in war, and am very proficient with a blade. I am serious when I say I only want the best of the best, and I'll settle for nothing less. 

We will be exploring the land in search of the Rubylust Relic. Its an ancient relic dating back 800 years, and is said to hold unique, powerful magic. I know the details of its possible location, but I will divulge that after you prove yourself.

Meet me at the mountain shrine outside Bastille, north of the western entrance. Be ready for an adventure filled with wealth and glory, and be ready to prove your mettle. 

To adventure!

-- Evelyn Keove
Battle Mage of Althaes, Ancient Forest of the Wood Elves.

Reward: 20,000 Gold Pieces.

_{PS. That could buy you four entire houses.}

A well-armored man with a chiselled face, loose blond locks and a mace strapped to his back finished reading the poster. He crossed his muscled arms over his steel chest, leaning to the man standing to his left. His voice was low and gruff. "Is it true what they say, that this is the same Mage who turned the tide in the battle between orcs and elves along the Reliene Coast half a year ago?"

The man nodded back. "Yes, I heard she woke a dragon from its lair and had it follow her to the battle field, and got it mad enough to start burning up the place. There were casualties on both sides from that, but using the dragon to their advantage allowed them to drive the Orcs into the ocean. The sands were said to have been soaked in dark crimson."

The blond-haired warrior took this information in, grinding his teeth. His eyebrows shot up when he tried imagining blood-soaked sands. After some careful deliberation, he turned back to the poster.

"This Evelyn sounds like a fine Mage. I will journey with her, in the name of gems and prizes!" He growled, downing the rest of his ale and slamming it on the counter. 

"What makes you think you're strong enough, Mattien Arior? You're a simple boy of a Breton farmer." A drunk stood up behind him, speaking in a slurred speech. "I've never seen you do anything impressive except all the girls in Bastille's slums!"

Mattien didn't bother giving the local a glance, even when he stood and shuffled toward him. The drunk was pissed.

"Hey! Boy!" He yanked the only thing that could give him a reaction — Mattien's hair. "I'm talking to you, you little s-"

A swift punch slammed into the drunk's open mouth, and he toppled back. Mattien looked disgusted, watching as the man struggled to stand. "No one touches the hair, Argorn. I don't know where your pissy hands have been."

Argorn picked up a half-empty mug of ale, tossed it back, and threw it at Mattien. As he dodged, Argorn charged him again with his fists raised. With a single side-sweep Mattien moved out of his reach, picked him up, and used Argorn's momentum to smash him into a table. Drinks and chairs went everywhere, and the table collapsed in a clatter of wood. 

Argorn moaned, finally laying still. Mattien shook his head, smiling at the Inn keeper. He tossed a couple extra coins on the counter. "Sorry about that."

Evelyn Keove

The young elf stood casually against the guard rail of the second floor in the Honeyden, adjacent to the live music of lutes and drums. She had silver hair, gold-pierced ears and was draped in fine Mage robes of black and red, edges embroidered in delicate gold symbols. A single hood casually hung on the back half of her head, exposing her face to the torchlight. She was enjoying watching the festivities of the night before retiring to bed. Not much for drinking anything but Elvish wine, she was simply sipping a glass of water. 

Her pointed ears picked up on the whispers going on a floor below her, and she curiously listened to the rumors going on about a certain Battle Mage. She only smiled, rumors never got the story completely right. 

The quick skirmish between two men was over before it begun, only because one of them was too drunk to stand. Evelyn chuckled, placing her cup on the railing as she continued to watch. Soon she would return to her rented room; tomorrow was a big day and she was quite excited to see who would turn up at the shrine. 

Rubylust [Estylwen x Wrensthav]

Name: Evelyn Keove 

Age: 26 (Appears barely 20.) 

Gender: Female

Race: Wood Elf

Weapons:
-- An elvish sword at the side of her hip, an ornate conduit of magic, the blade is able to adapt and take on characteristics of any type of destructive magic the wielder so chooses.  

Equipment:
-- Black and red Mage robes fitted to compliment the body, the edges of the hood and sleeves are embroidered in golden arcane symbols. Observing at the embroidery invokes a strange sense of magic lust. 
-- Leather belt with pouches.
-- Black slippers. 

Appearance: 
Evelyn didn't take on any characteristics of her human mother. She looks elf, through and through. Her hair is a feathery silver, parted at the side. She layers it short, ends barely meeting her collar bone. Grey eyes, pointed ears, smooth and pale skin. Her smile can light up a room. Elves don't need a lot of muscle to be powerful, such a Evelyn's case. She's slender, maybe a bit short for an elf. There are old scars on her wrists, reminding her of times she drowned in her sadness. 

Personality: 
Evelyn has an insatiable curiosity and a great love for uncovering secrets. Any kind of secret, be it gossip, royal scandal, or ancient teachings hidden deep within a cave. She is well-educated, and personally prefers speaking of secrets and ideas as opposed to other menial people. She is interested in power, not weakness. Being a great lover of beauty and magic, Evelyn loves finding enchanted jewels most. 

Evelyn has a natural knack for going with the flow of conversation, she can be very charming. But that sweet side of hers can quickly reverse to her no-shit attitude, and in that way she can be very condescending since its usually stupidity that turns her bi-polar. Her apathy can be very strong occasionally. She never intentionally makes friends, but if someone is in her company long enough she finds they grow a unique bond. 

Background:
Born to an elven father and human mother, Evelyn started life in strange circumstances. Magic had brought her parents together, and they abandoned their old lives in the name of love. Marriage between races wasn't common at all, and the townsfolk loved to talk. Their family didn't venture out much until Evelyn's mother passed away from sickness. To lighten the grieving heart of his daughter, Ilrune showed her his old books of lost treasures deep underground, of legendary creatures across the sea, and the history of Ravenfell. He gave his private collection of spell books, teaching her how to read it once, and remember it forever in a Mind Palace. After a taste of knowledge, Evelyn knew she couldn't stop there.

As soon as she could, Evelyn traveled abroad, searching for the secrets of the land. She did contracts for the Elven leaders around the kingdom, uncovering secrets deep in tombs and abandoned structures hidden in their forests. When war struck the Elven coastline, Evelyn was conscripted as a Battle Mage. The battle that made her skills more known was on the Reliene Coast, where she brought a dragon to intimidate the Orcs and put them down for good. After that fight, the Orcs didn't bother them anymore. 

Money ran thin, so she turned to the Thieves Guilds hidden among the sewers of Ravenfell's great kingdoms. They taught her how to blend in, how to wield blades, how to speak. In return, she completed the jobs they offered. 

The first time she killed someone, it was simply a case of 'wrong place, wrong time'. A vat of mead needed to be poisoned before the town officials arrived. The plan was to put the meadery out of business so another company could gain profit from the monopoly. Evelyn had successfully snuck in, poisoned the tank, and was about to leave when the owner himself came down the steps. Before he could call the guards, she incinerated him on the spot. It was the first time she ever set fire to a living being with magic. The rush was intoxicating, but seeing the charred remains of his body made her vomit. 

She continued her adventures across the land, fancying herself an explorer, a collector, and a big-time money-maker when Kings found interest in old swords linked to their lineage. This went on for many years. (This is the time where our story takes place, Wrens.)

Seeking a better life and a more permanent home, Evelyn ventured to Arthroyeaux. The Court Mage had recently passed away, and she leapt at the opportunity. She requested an audience, and was soon before the King and his court. Evelyn claimed she was a noble who had traveled great lengths to serve His Majesty, and she told him of her heroic tales in magic, war, legends and ancient relics. 

Ten years after the passing of the Queen, King Vertreaux made Evelyn his new Court Mage, and she served happily until he too, passed away. Somehow, along the way, another one of the nobles of the court found out Evelyn's true past. They blackmailed her  into working strings of the crime empire in Arthroyeaux, and she was right back in her old life of deceit and underground power-struggles. She didn't loathe this turn of events -- she missed it. The thrill of inspiring fear in those who would cut into the kingdom's profit  was something she loved terribly. Destroying the lives of strangers, however, sank heavy in her mind. She rationalized that her actions helped His Majesty. Of course, if he ever knew her treachery she'd be hanged. 

At the change of Kings, Evelyn had her hand in who was chosen next, bribing individuals of the court for their cooperation. When the former King wrote his will, she advised on DuRant, saying he'd lead the people right. Her true reasons she kept to herself. It had taken her a while to unravel this secret -- the noble who blackmailed her wanted DuRant in by any means. He was close associates with someone, and it was they who found the information of her past. She had yet to identify the true mastermind, but it would only be a matter of time. 

When the court was reformed, Evelyn was one of the few who stayed, not just by coincidence. 

Skills:
-- Magic (Destruction and Restoration she's an expert, knows a few spells of the other classes.) 
-- Knowledge (Has a Mind Palace, a visual database of information in her head.) 
-- Swordplay 

Traits:
-- Keen senses.
-- Elven stamina. 
-- Curiosity 

Magic:

Destruction:
-- Firebolt
-- Flames 
-- Chain Lightning 
-- Sparks (Can induce temporary paralysis.)
-- Ice Spikes
-- Frost

Restoration:
-- Healing Hands
-- Lesser Ward

Mysticism:
-- Clairvoyance (Can find anyone.)

Alteration:
-- Candlelight

[Plus other menial spells.]

*****

Name: Mattien Arior

Age: 24

Gender: Male

Appearance: Mattien is a huge, colossal Breton standing at 6'3 with a warrior's build and thick muscles. His pale skin is marred by small scars he's gotten from his past contracts. His long, luscious blond hair ends at his shoulders and is something he's very proud of, he always keeps it as maintained as he can. He wears a steel armor chest plate, but keeps his arms bare. Steel protects his legs too. On his back he carries a huge, black mace that's covered in sharp spikes at the tip. 

Personality: Matt lives for the moment, he enjoys the subtle changes around him and has an affinity to nature. Enjoying the way of the Wandering Mercenary, Matt puts his entire being into anything he does, be it protecting his charge, walking for days across the land, or getting hammered at the taverns. He has a great love of gold, so as long as the money flows he's a happy camper. He has a good set of values, doesn't take others bullshit, and prefers action just as much as thought. Maybe even more. However, in conversation he can be very blunt, very honest. He doesn't like beating around the bush. Death does not phase him. 

Background: Being the son of a poor farmer, Matt grew up always looking beyond their fence, always wanting more than to just toil in the fields. He wanted to explore, he wanted real money, and he wanted chicks to recognize him as something great. So, at a young age he left home and traveled abroad.

He was using a simple iron sword before stumbling upon a cave. In the deep recesses of this cave, past the monsters and night walkers that infested it, Matt found an altar. Upon the alter was a black mace made of jagged yet elegant design. When he touched it the god of that mace awoke, and demanded his servitude in exchange for using the mace. He called himself Ra-shin, a god of power and fear. When Matt agreed, the god also gave him an understanding of magic.

Instantly more powerful with these new gifts, Matt continued his journey, doing little things for his god here and there (like killing unbelievers and those who would desecrate Ra-shin's altar.) Eventually he went back to his home town, Bastille. He was taking a short break from the road when he saw Evelyn's poster. 

Rubylust [Estylwen x Wrensthav]

Rubylust

All our dreams, scattered...

~ * ~

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My dear Wrens, we begin in a strange world of fantasy, legend and lore. Think something like Skyrim and Lord of the Rings, then add more magic and glory. Great cities line the coast, the woods are filled with sprites and elves, and dwarves live deep underground in great tunnel systems below. In the forgotten parts of this vast land lay abandoned kingdoms, ancient catacombs and untouched pearls just waiting for the explorer to uncover. 

So what are we doing? Adventuring and collecting powerful artifacts. And all the fun that comes after selling them off. 

But one must be careful, for the land beyond the walls is filled with all manner of beast and sorcery. Bandits catch the unwary traveler, and dragons enjoy terrorizing villages. Giants and Trolls are exceptionally difficult to take down, and require a high amount of skill. But sometimes the enemies aren't so exotic. Assassins have been known to sneak into hotels, killing men in their sleep and taking their loot. One must always be cautious, for even a friend could be a wolf in sheep's clothing. 

We begin in the center of the Province of Ravenfell, in the humble town of Bastille, filled with lively folk from all over the land. There is much diversity here, and a lot of information is passed around in this hub. Behind the brightly lit windows of the Honeyden Inn, travelers stopping for the night are in good spirits, sitting with their ale. The Innkeeper of this Inn has posted leaflets on some of the wood pillars, which wouldn't be so interesting if it didn't boast a huge sum of money at the bottom. Men gather around the posters, speaking in awed whispers among themselves. 

The plot is pretty open, I have a bit of an idea of how to get the ball rolling, but after that we'll have to put our brains together. So if you have any ideas for our story to make it more exciting, gripping, moving, totally sweet -- just lemme know. 

Character sheets will be included below. I'll be mainly using Evelyn, however she'll be roughly twenty years younger. I was planning on going through her years of adventuring and relic-collecting before she became a Court Mage in another roleplay. So I won't edit her sheet too much, and if you want to post a copy of Wrens sheet I'll link it here. 

Map of Ravenfell

Map credit to Andre Valias

Estylwen

Evelyn Keove
Mattien Arior

WrensthavAviovus

Wrensthav Aviovus
Polaris

Credit to Andre Valias for the creation of Ravenfell.

Elementals: Void Assault

Is there anything you guys want to talk about around the fire? We can ask each other whatever questions we want, we have the time. ^^

Elementals: Void Assault

Cora noticed when Will tensed up, and she assumed the reason behind it was as twisted as hers. He had lost his own brother in that fight. Family. She felt guilty, partially responsible. Hind-sight is always 20/20, but how blind was she really only days before? Leaning over, Cora gently put her hand on Will's knee, locking their eyes in a meaningful glance. 

The choices were just flying through Yahtzee's mind, the changes in his eyes were evident. He was extremely focused during her little speech, she could see he understood the gravity of what she asked. Will agreed on her last note, flashing Cora a warm look. "Very grateful."

Yahtzee spent about three minutes in deep thought, all the while the fire pit was quiet. They patiently waited as Yahtzee hopefully gained an insight, discovering how he truly felt. And with almost a minute and a half left, he made up his mind. "I might not be able to fight as well as you people can but I will do my best."

He glanced at her, determination in his voice. "For life."

Cora absorbed his level gaze, returning a sober one of her own. After a few moments she was satisfied with whatever she saw, and smiled. Her gaze flickered to the fire, then around their humble circle. "That sounds like a true Hygron to me. May I formally welcome you to Nature's Haven, Guardian."

She snapped her fingers, half-grinning. "Ah yes. Now, I don't know if you pieced it together yet, but Hygrons are gifted with one of ten elements. These are Darkness, Light, Air, Water, Fire, Earth, Lightning, Flora, Metal -- and my own, Ice. Will, he's of the Water element, and Phil's is Light."

Cora was quiet for a moment, staring off into the fire before an idea dawned behind her eyes. "How about a toast? I'm sure everyone's thirsty." She drew ice from the air, creating four thin, translucent glasses of reflective ice. The glasses hovered above her open palm, slowly rotating in suspended gravity.

Glancing at Will, she gestured to the glasses. "Would you mind filling these?" After he did the glasses would drift around the circle.

She raised her own cup. "To... the Elementals. By the hand of Kyra, may we see our mission to its imperative end. And may we see those we've lost again, after leaving a world green and life-bearing once more. Cheers." The water washed down her dry throat, and she finished the glass in seconds. Ignoring thirst long enough made her forget how parched her lips were. 

"Did anyone else want to toast for us? I could use another glass, I'm so thirsty." Cora laughed, rubbing the back of her head.