Estylwen

ArrowFell: The Wizard Queen's Court

@Estylwen I believe it's time to move these three together with Duke Arthur Willowsteel. 🪦

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@Izurich

Thanks for pointing that out! I'll do that today.

ArrowFell: The Wizard Queen's Court

Tbf I though it was ERode that found us our new player. But I did smile when I discovered it was Izurich who gave us this gift... :>

And yes, I do agree. ;)

ArrowFell: The Wizard Queen's Court

ArrowFell: The Wizard Queen's Court

Based and "radicalization of the youth"-pilled.

At some point I'll write up the relationship blurbs and a bit about his other family.

Also, if you feel like adding Dinbevin to the map:

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@The Otter

Sounds good. And thank you, I will add it to the map tomorrow.

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Callum Prosser

The Honourable Callum Prosser

17 | Human | Male | 5'8" | 144 lbs

Goal: Become a knight, make a name for himself; potentially become a royal guardsman, but ideally, be able to earn his own title and fief (since he's too far down the line to hope to inherit his father's, of course).

History: Born the fifth son of The Right Honourable Seumas Prosser, Viscount of Dinbevin, Callum's prospects for life were not looking the greatest from the outset. "One for the land, one for the war, one for the church, and pray for no more" was taken literally by his father until the last line, where he instead felt it necessary to produce a fourth for the waters and a last to be spare for all the rest. While he still enjoyed a noble's upbringing, wealth, and education, the options left open to Callum were quite limited: Apprentice under a trader and eventually take up a mercantile life helping his eldest sibling in the maintenance of the family estate, follow the next into a military occupation, follow the third and give himself over to the church, or follow the fourth into a life on a boat.

While his father's primary hope was that he would take the first—indeed, that's what he was first educated for—Callum eventually chose to follow the path of his second eldest sibling, hoping that way that he might make a name for himself and perhaps even be granted a title of his own. He spent a period of time afterwards as a page to a local knight, one of his father's retainers, who taught him much of being a knight; a little earlier than perhaps he should have, but the man was already advanced in years, and he wanted to take care of the young lord's education as much as possible. Unfortunately, during Callum's true squireage, misfortune struck and his mentor was killed by a bout of sickness.

Without any heirs, he left his belongings to Callum, including a seed that he had once claimed after a duel with a former rival; much of the rest of the estate was converted to monetary value and passed into the hands of the Viscount, ostensibly to be held until Callum was officially knighted and came of age. Seeing a possible opportunity in the growing discontent among some of the dukes, Viscount Seumas arranged to have his youngest son's squireage and knighting fulfilled by the Corrin family, perhaps even as the squire of Sir Roland Corrin himself.

Of course, as Callum was soon to learn, even the most secure plans in his life were likely to crumble to dust at a moment's notice...

Seed: An emerald gem and three shards of it carved off in its shaping. The primary, largest stone is simply set in a bronze ring; of the remaining shards, one is roughly half the size of the primary stone and the other two are half again as large as the first shard.

The shards long to return to one another whenever parted; when set in a weapon, the smaller two shards can be called to return to the one who wears the ring, with minimal control over their orientation in flight to try and ensure the wielder doesn't possibly impale themself. The largest offers greater control, with the weapon bearing the largest shard able to be controlled telekinetically. The size also corresponds to the distance at which the effect of the shards works—the smaller pair can be recalled from the distance of a good spear throw, no more than one hundred and fifty feet; the larger stone is only effective out to twenty.

Magic:

• Sparks: A stream of electricity arcs from Callum's fingers towards a target. Usually not immediately lethal, but certainly damaging, and accompanying muscles spasms can prove incapacitating for the unaware.
• Ember: Generates a small flame, that can either be thrown at opponents or used for more utilitarian purposes.
• Aegis: Creates a small, ephemeral shield that Callum can wield to protect himself from spells and physical attacks. More limited, perhaps, in size and scope than many more common shielding spells—but the more focused nature of it makes it an exceptionally energy-efficient spell to use.
• Mindblank: As a dedicated spell, Callum is able to focus his energies inward, 'raising the volume' of the constant stream of surface-level thoughts running through his mind. Against an active mental probe, this will make it exceedingly difficult to pick out anything of use amidst all the useless noise filling his brain.
• Compositional Analysis: High level; through careful focus, Callum is able to discern the material make of an item or a small group of like items. Very useful when detecting counterfeit coins, but extends beyond that single use. Best paired with traditional methods to avoid an excessive expenditure of energy trying to divine every last little detail.

Skills: Horsemanship, general weapons use, low-level mental white noise, and a keen mind for trade...despite his desire to avoid a mercantile life.

Faction: None currently; some possible ties to the Corrin Sparrows, though with the death of their leader this is minimal at best, for the time being.

City: The town held by Callum's family, Dinbevin, is situated roughly equidistantly from Odonfield, Tarin, and Nordor, on the western bank of the Shimmering Lake. Founded by a community that used to live nearer the Fey river, a mark that is still evident in the surnames of some of the more prominent families and some of the place names surrounding the area, Dinbevin and the viscounts that have controlled it have been known in the past for a moderately independent sort of mindset—not one that leads them to stake it out entirely on their own, mind, but that they have played fast and loose in the past with which of the dukes surrounding them they'll align themselves with. For the last few generations, their allegiance has been given to the Dukes of Vaili.

Assets: Dinbevin is a town whose native industry is devoted mostly to farming and fishing, as there is little elsewise of direct economic worth; however, due to its placement, it has a thriving trade industry, with travelers and merchants from around the Fey river, Tarin, Nordor, and Odonfield all stopping through on a somewhat regular basis.

What do you know, I took the words of Est and Izurich and went and made a thing. Hi to the four of you that already know me.

@The Otter

Great to have you, @The Otter! Your CS looks great, feel free to post it in the character tab and make your intro in the IC whenever you like. I will also create that NPC we discussed for you...

Backrooms: The Thing that Breathes

I would like to start the IC this Friday. @Vertigo, is that enough time to complete your CS? :)

ArrowFell: The Wizard Queen's Court - NPC Sheets

Deceased Characters

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Arthur Willowsteel

Arthur Willowsteel

61 | He/him | Human

Description: The noble Willowsteel, steadfast and devout. He was the father of Sev Willowsteel, and ruled Nordor with fairness and uprightness. Even in the dark days of the feudal kingdoms, with cities fighting for control, Arthur never dishonored himself or his fellow duke or duchess. He would often find ways to move forward that decreased bloodshed, and that meant a lot of peace talks.

It was through these peace talks that he became fast friends with Duke Rhinecliff of Odonfield. When King Ludwig II united the cities, Arthur was hesitant at first, but it was Duke Rhinecliff's advice that sold Arthur on the idea that following this particular king would prove beneficial. And it had. Nordor thrived under the king's rule, and Arthur died a peaceful death due to sickness, thus transferring rule to his only heir, Sev Willowsteel.

Magic/Seed: N/A.

Nathan Corrin

Nathan Corrin

32 | Male | Human but with Elven Ancestry

Description: The current Duke of Vaili and the older brother of Roland Corrin. Nathan, like his brother, grieved over the death of their older sister, Elizabeth Corrin. While both agree that she must be avenged and seek an end to the Wizard Queen. Nathan prefers to be subtle about it, meaning that, on the surface, he seems loyal and content. He secretly supports his brother's efforts and hides his brother's rebellious actions when needed. While running the duchy and spending time with his wife, who he loves, he is happily expecting a child after years of trying.

In a mysterious event, they and the rest of the Corrin Household were murdered, stabbed to death.

Magic/Seed:

Lighting Bolt - Nathan is able to summon a lightning bolt in his hands and throw it at a target.

Need a Hand - Nathan is able to summon a second pair of hands that levitate off the ground that he can control and use for various actions.

Dragon Breath - Nathan is able to blow fire from his mouth and into targets in front of him.

Fire Fists - Nathan is able to surround his fists with fire and make his punches more deadly than normal.

Gwyneth Corrin

Gwyneth Corrin

31 | Female | Human

Description: The Duchess of Vaili and married to Nathan Corrin. Hailing from a neighboring province and apart of the House of Tregear. Gwyneth is a bit of an eccentric, even in her own family. An alchemist at heart who loves to experiment and create new potions. Gaining herself a reputation for her skill with alchemy within certian circles. Still, she is a kind and thoughtful person that people tend to like and while her marriage to Nathan was arranged. The two had grown to love each other and are expecting their first child after years of trying. Though only recently made aware of her husband and brother in laws plans despite Nathan not wanting to get her involved. She is loyal to her husband and is willing to keep their affair a secret.

In a mysterious event, they and the rest of the Corrin Household were murdered, stabbed to death.

Magic/Seed:

Revigorator - Gwyneth is able to reinvigorate a living thing with a touch. Granting them newfound energy and strength.

Green Wrath - Gwyneth is able to control nearby plants and use them for various uses.

Ignite - Gwyneth is able to ignite a fire on a surface that is within a certain distance of her. Not on a living being or animal.

Glow in the Dark - Gwyneth is able to summon a ball of light that she can control and act as a light source.

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Arthur Willowsteel

Arthur Willowsteel

61 | He/him | Human

Description: The noble Willowsteel, steadfast and devout. He was the father of Sev Willowsteel, and ruled Nordor with fairness and uprightness. Even in the dark days of the feudal kingdoms, with cities fighting for control, Arthur never dishonored himself or his fellow duke or duchess. He would often find ways to move forward that decreased bloodshed, and that meant a lot of peace talks.

It was through these peace talks that he became fast friends with Duke Rhinecliff of Odonfield. When King Ludwig II united the cities, Arthur was hesitant at first, but it was Duke Rhinecliff's advice that sold Arthur on the idea that following this particular king would prove beneficial. And it had. Nordor thrived under the king's rule, and Arthur died a peaceful death due to sickness, thus transferring rule to his only heir, Sev Willowsteel.

Magic/Seed: N/A.

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--College of Hathforth- Headmaster's Office--

_{In collaboration with @Izurich}

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Perhaps a stroke of deja vu would loom upon the old headmaster as an ashen-haired indigo-eyed lady entered his office, or perhaps not, as this particular woman wore the trappings of a lecturer instead of a student. She was the hen to Melisande's egg, the headmaster's old friend and fellow scholar of the arcane, she was Jezebel, Matriarch of the Tearmoon Coven.

Still, Melisande being the apple that didn't fall far from the tree combined with the elven-like eternal youthfulness of the Lilim people meant the Matriarch looked almost exactly alike her eldest daughter, aside from an inch or two of extra height and slightly more defined feminine curves, the mother and daughter were superficially more like sisters than parent and child.

Yet, to say their similarities extended to their mind would be a grave error, for behind the Lilim's Nymph-esque charming visage lied a furnace of ambition that'd rival the Wizard Queen herself.

"Caveus, my friend, how do you do? Well, I hope." Jezebel giggled as she took a seat across the headmaster's desk, "The boys and girls are wonderful as always, fine scholars in the making, unpolished gems, just like these Seeds..." She leaned back then elegantly crossed her legs while her palms clasped together over her lap, "Speaking of students, I heard Her Majesty's Court Mage elected my daughter for apprenticeship."

Caveus smiled as Jezebel entered his office. With a wave of his hand, he set a teapot atop a fire seed, surrounded by stone.

“My dear friend, you really ought to visit me more often.” He chortled, another wave of the hand causing a bit of lavender, spices and water to float into the teapot.

As the teapot began to warm, he leaned forward in his seat across from Jezebel, nodding his head, enthused.

”Yes, yes, I was hoping to tell you the news in person. Your daughter has excelled so well that she's been selected to serve in the Wizard Queen's court, as a royal apprentice to Lord Blackthorne. However, you needn't worry, she won't be abandoning her studies here.”"Perhaps I should..." Considering things were finally in motion. A storm is brewing and they were all in that eerie calm before its true arrival. "Excellent, I know it's unwise to boast, but I had always known my dear Melly is nothing short of a prodigy, fufu~"

The middle-aged - if there's such a notion for the ageless - woman weaved a simple telekinetic spell to manipulate the teapot, pouring the two of them a cup each, "People like her..." Jezebel made a measured pause with a cordial smile, "Are much more suited to handle the Seeds and Glasic Fields than the incumbent Royal Gardeners, don't you agree, Headmaster?"

Caveus blew on his teacup before taking a sip. Floral, with a hint of cinnamon. Just a delight to the senses.

Jezebel's nod to the Glasic Fields made the old man stare a bit before setting down his teacup, and leaning forward.

”I would agree with you; someone well-versed in magic ought to be taking care of the Fields… Have you sought an audience with her Majesty to speak on it?”

The Coven Mistress took a moment to enjoy the tea, holding the cup with her mundane, physical right hand. After a sip and a pleasured hum, she gently settled it back down.

”Indeed, it just so happens that my congregation has no shortage of talented magi, as you've no doubt seen yourself during your visits.” She leaned forward ever so slightly, ”Why... I believe my daughter already has. Now, as a parent, I do not believe it's erroneous to want to support your child's endeavors...”

She let her words hang in the air, letting them stew a bit, then continued, ”And I also believe the ineptitude of those so-called “Royal Gardeners” needs to be exposed to the world, most especially to their misguided employer. It's such a waste of resources, time, and manpower to let the Glasic Fields be handled by the incompetent, wouldn't you think so, Caveus?”

Caveus chortled a little to himself, amusement in his eyes. ”Now, now, my dear Miss Tearmoon, we both know the Lilim would be more suited to tend to the Fields.”

His face grew serious. ”But you understand the risks at even approaching the Fields, yes? Monsters of an unknown source, unclassable by the Royal Gardeners and their protectors, having taken many lives already…”

”Precisely my point, due to the risks, the task should fall in the hands of those who regularly brush with the wilderness. I assure you, headmaster, that the Feywilds have their feral side as well.” In fact, plenty of fey creatures - especially those without sapience - were commonly classified as monsters by the ‘civilized folks’, ”Those cityborn gardeners are ill-suited for such a task. For everyone’s sake, including theirs, they should retire and let someone more qualified take their place,” She curled a smirk, ”I wonder if there’s a way to... adjust this undesirable status quo, preferably sooner than later.”

Caveus was quiet for a moment, taking another sip of his tea, before he spoke.

”I can see no one better suited to ease it to the Queen than Lord Blackthorne himself. He has already invested so much in the young girl. Perhaps you would like to meet him? He is the master of your young daughter as she serves the Queen. We can set an appointment with him together.”

”Hmmm... you speak wisdom, old friend.” Jezebel murmured as she fiddled with her cup, ”All four of us, how quaint,” Five, actually, fufu~ ”Yes, it shall do, let’s arrange a meeting.”

Backrooms: The Thing that Breathes

I'll get the CS up and ready tonight after my little one falls asleep! 😊

@Xandrya

Awe, sounds great!