Flora

Cradle of Divinity

This is an interesting concept, and certainly something I would like to play.

Ragnarok: Gods Descending

Hearing the cry from outside the bar, Cirel propped her head onto her arm, looking at her lone companion. His eyes were fixed in, what she assumed, was the direction of the doorway. Taking this moment, she lifted her head up and smiled, "Iveas. I don't think you have anything to fear. These guys know what they are doing, and they faced threats like this on an everyday basis."

Blinking a moment, Iveas turned his head in her direction, his eyes coming into focus. "Oh, yeah. It is good you are back to normal, but isn't it sad that they have to die in such a horrible manner?"

She adopted a neutral expression, looking down at the table. "Yes, it is sad, but they know what they are getting in to. They are soldiers risking their lives, and they are dying to protect those who cannot protect themselves from those beasts; much like what... I was trying to do." As her speech trailed off, Iveas started the conversation again in a slightly panicked tone.

"I think we just need some rest. We have been through a lot today, so we should rest in some of those rooms they are offering. Though I don't feel right taking all this without payment. I am going to work hard paying back these people as best as I can."

Nodding silently, Cirel tossed her pack onto her shoulder and picked up her pike. They began walking towards the stair side-by-side. Another grin crossed Cirel's face. "If I don't manage to see you tomorrow, good luck on your mission to help these people, and getting some money. It is good that you have a plan, and I will be out looking to see what I can do, also."

He grins back, apparently having forgot the troubles outside. "Good luck to you too. And... If you have any regrets, I am sure you can make up for them by helping out, so there is no need to worry." Reaching one of the rooms he managed to get, they finished their conversation before parting ways.

Cirel entered the room, only taking the time to look for the bed before letting her body do the work. Placing the pack onto the floor, she leaned her pike beside the bed before lying down on it, facing the ceiling. Not the best bed out there, but it was better than being exposed to the elements like she had been for the last while. Closing her tired eyes, it was a while before she finally drifted off.

Ragnarok: Gods Descending

I finally had time to post. (I was exhausted, so it might affect the post quality, but I managed to finish it nonetheless.)

Ragnarok: Gods Descending

The troop of sixteen weary elves unaccustomed to hiking stood still from shock.

"This... is our refuge?"
"It looked like it was ransacked years ago."
"I would sooner take my chances with the mercenaries then go down there."

The early morning sun illuminated the devastated cityscape, where only the faint signs of movement and fire seemed to confirm the suspicion that there was life to be found in it. Lifting the pike onto her shoulder, Cirel observed the group of elves, seeing that not a single one had a glimmer of hope. A few stared back with a mixture of fear and confusion. The odd expression showing anger was not uncommon. "We are almost there, so we should start on our way."

The majority of others acknowledged the statement by either nodding or fastening their packs. Three elves just stared at her coldly, but she did not let it get to her. She had learned the majority of information on the trio from others, as, even if they had been very vocal in their statements since the first day, they did not engage in conversation with others. She silently picking up her pike and began walking towards the city. Hearing the sounds of the footprints as the elves began falling in behind her, she glanced over her shoulder to make sure. The three elves stood in the same spot as before, not even bothering to follow as they began a heated discussion.

"Farren. Respil. Syrar. It is not long now, but if we want to make it by sundown, we have to get going right now."

Respil, being the well-built spokesman for the group since Farren and Syrar would not respond at all, he took his time advancing towards her. The other elves backed away slowly so as not to be in the way. When Respil stopped a few steps in front of her, he began speaking in a clear but reserved voice. "We are certain you are crazed now." He made a simple gesture down to the city before continuing. "You think that will be safer than the home we built up? You dragged us along with promises that we will be safe, and it turns out your definition of safe is widely different than ours. Seeing that, you must be insane if you still want us to follow you blindly."

Pausing for a moment, Cirel responded in the most serious manner she could muster. "I was charged with your evacuation. The others gave their lives so you can escape, so we must make sure that sacrifice is not in vain."

Without hesitation, Respil spoke back with anger. "You fled at the first sight of trouble, dragging us along with you. For all you know, the losses were minimal, and everyone has adjusted back to normal life. Don't you have any faith in our soldiers?"

"Yes, I do, but we can't take the risk going back. It-"

"The risk? Don't you think going down there holds more 'risk' than going back?"

"It is not like-"

"We have already decided." Beckoning his companions behind him, they walk forward until they stand beside him. "We are heading back, and there is nothing you can do to stop us. The fact that this place is a festering hellhole was the final factor in this matter."

"You won't even reach there with your remaining food."

"If this is your 'salvation,' you wouldn't be needing all of yours, right?"

"But-"

A single older male elf wearing thick leather armour intervened, holding the hilt of his sheathed sword. "Stop this right now. We can discuss this in a civil manner."

"The old coot now wants in?" A smug smirk formed on Respil's face. "Trying to be civil while threatening me with your sword? You fled just like her, and now you work up your courage, and it is to turn on us?"

The soldier was not intimidated. Instead, he turned to look at all the other elves before staring at Respil. "If you want to head back, you can. So can all the other elves that wish to. Those who plan on going to the city can give up a bit of rations to make sure those journey, but I don't wish to hear any more of this."

"Fine." Let out a single word, Respil seemed to have lost his momentum.

With the soldier leading the organization of the elves, it was finally down to Cirel and him. Six others hesitantly decided to go back, making a total of nine returning, while only five were firm on continuing. Turning to Cirel, he gave a curt nod. "I will be heading back with the return group. They will need protection, and I wouldn't feel right having them pushing you around the entire trip."

Not knowing how to respond at first, she decided to put on a smile and respond happily. "I will look after this group, then. If there are people still alive, hopefully they will be nice to you."

"And if they are not, we will continue wandering until we finally starve, end up killed, or find shelter." Letting out a chuckle, he stops to scratch his face. "But don't worry about us, we are splitting to raise our chances of survival, like we did many years ago. These are the same risks as then, but without the large group that draws the attraction of shadows."

All Cirel could do was nod at the grim aspect.

After giving the soldier only took a small portion of her rations before leading his group away in single file back along the High Road that they laboriously followed for days before.

She sent a silent prayer along with them. "Please watch over them, Relanthon."

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Sitting at a table in Urenda's inn, Cirel could not help but sulk. Her head rested on her arms, which in turn rested on the table. "You said before to honour sacrifices, and now you are getting all gloomy? You were always a cheerful one, but now you are gloomy." Picking up her head, all she could do was stare at the elf in front of her. He was the only civilian left.

"I know I said that about sacrifice, but it is supposed to be soldiers sacrificing their lives for the helpless, not the other way around."

"If you would have died to those monsters before, nobody would have made it here. Two people made it out, and that is thanks to you."

Resting her head down again, this time she faced a nearby wall to the left, keeping her one eye focused on it. "I know, it is just... I just need a bit of time to accept that fact. Once I do, I will be back to my usual self." Or the version of herself that others think is the usual her. "What do you plan on doing now? It is not like you have anywhere to go."

"I was hoping to see if I could help these people out it some way. There does not seem to be much to do here, but at least it does seem safe after all that we went though."

"Well, I wish you luck with that."

The conversation dropped off at that point, but they both remained seated at the table. Cirel was debating whether or not to work up the courage to tell him to leave her alone for a bit.

Ragnarok: Gods Descending

@Orior

Thank you for the compliments.

The things that were pointed out have been changed accordingly, and I am just glad there weren't any major problems that needed to be fixed.

She isn't the most devout follower to the Ellu'vun Pantheon, but she still insists that they are good, which I thought would be an interesting addition to try and work with, including the consequences.

Ragnarok: Gods Descending

Sorry if it is a little rough. I did not have a lot of time to edit.

Name:

Cirel Searyn

Age:

172

Race:

Ground Elf

Appearance:

Cirel stands at 5'11", with a lean but slightly muscular build. Shoulder-length straight copper hair pushed behind her ears keeps both her sharp features and gentle but weary hazel eyes visible. A tan tunic and bown pair of breeches is worn underneath a dark olive cloak. A small pack lies under the cape, along with a belt around her waist that holds a sheath and, in it, short dagger.

Personality:

To others, Cirel is easily seen as outgoing, cheerful, caring and helpful. In reality, that is true, but so because she is overly stubborn, putting on a cheerful face no matter the circumstances, and not letting it easily falter. She does so hoping to inspire people no matter how troubled she actually is, and helps people for the same reason. She is very determined to see her goals through to the end.

Morality / Religion:

Cirel silently prays to the majority of the Ellu'vun Pantheon, ignoring rumours of dissention in it since the Great Descent, hoping that they were all still pure regardless of what others claim. She believes that harming innocent people is atrocious, and believes that protecting those that can't defend themselves is the moral thing to do.

Biography:

Cirel was born into a large but poor family travelling a nomadic tribe that lived on the fringes of the forest Catanna. Her family made its living raising livestock for both food and trade. It was a relatively simple life, and she liked it. She slowly became determined to defend this simple lifestyle as she grew up. This determination eventually lead to the conclusion that joining the local militia would be the best course of action to achieve her goals.

The militia training was overall less formal than usual military training. There was not as much focus on military science and tactics, but instead focussed on finding and catering to her strengths. There were several natural capabilities that were soon found and exploited during her training. By the end of the training, she was fairly proficient with a pike, along with being able to cast a few basic spells.

Since finishing her training, there was nothing particularly noteworthy that happened in the tribe until the point of the Great Descent. When the Great Descent happened, the tribe hesitantly came to the conclusion to go deeper into forest. They survived alone for a good while, having foregone trading with other tribes and living without outside influence. The frequent attacks from shadows later had lead to numerous deaths in to both civilians and especially the militia. Cirel was often acting as the last line of defence, watching the more experienced soldiers sacrificing themselves as she defended the citizens.

The remaining members of the tribe soon realized that it would be futile to try and live by themselves. The shadows would eventually win if they tried to stand firm, so the decision to flee and hopefully find other survivors, and hopefully their own survival, was eventually decided. Not knowing which direction would lead to salvation, they split into four equal groups, determined on hoping that four groups may have better survival than one larger groups. The group Cirel was in eventually found its way north east, actively avoiding all but a few shadows and sustaining few losses before arriving at the High Road. Following it for a while, they spotted a few human, elven and even dwarvern survivors, but never engaged in conversation, as the majority were shocked by the fact there were other survivors.

The groups was eventually lead off the road and settled inside a small forest, determined to stay put and temporarily resettle as they let their livestock repopulate. Perseverance and great luck cause this to last for almost two decades longer than expected, as they settled down and some smaller nomadic groups eventually joined, to the point that they created a community that was eventually too large to easily move and without attracting attention and they were forced to reject other groups to prevent . They also had became a popular waypoint that traders were willing to visit, so they did not want to risk losing the information they brought.

Even with the built up community, it only took an unexpected raid from mercenaries looking to cause havoc to scatter the group. Civilians and militia were once again ruthlessly killed. Cirel desperately lead a small group of civilian evacuees out of the settlement, all of which had practically no time to gather things before heading onto the High Road. Having heard of rumours of a port city, Cirel set that as their destination.

Other Notes:

Class:

Warrior - Foot Soldier

Skill Points:

6 / 6

Fighting Style:

• [1SP] Polearm [+1]

Magic Style:

• [1SP] Hith's Assault - Named after a renowned captain of the guard who gave his life in defense of his people, this style is one of many optional magic styles taught to soldiers by their superiors when they start out. Focusing on the Primal school, particularly on elemental, with it first teaching guards to cast simple projectiles before teaching them to cast more devastating ones. Long-serving elves that have utilized this style have been known to rain countless fireballs down on enemies.

Weapons / Tools:

• [0SP] Pike

Skills / Abilities:

N/A

Natural Abilities:

• [0SP] Ground Elf - She has the ability to create simple, harmless illusions of light, like faerie fire.
• [1SP] Agile - Light on her feet, she can move relatively quick compared to typical elves.
• [1SP] Perceptive - She is trained to notice slight details and openings that others might miss.
• [1SP] Dissociative - She learning to cope with both physical and emotional pain by distancing herself from her feelings, as a result she is able to distract herself from a good portion of it.

Spells / Magical Abilities:

• [0SP] Fire Fling - A spell that involves casting up to three 9 inch fireballs at once. Only one may be at a time, splashing burning liquid on whatever it hits, where the not-as-dangerous ones just fizzle out when they come in contact with anything. There are no strong visual distinctions to tell the different fireballs apart.
• [1SP] Water Strike - A spell involving the creation of a 1 foot in diameter sphere of water over the casters head, followed by manipulating it to fly in the direction of the caster's choice.

Miscellaneous:

N/A

General Equipment:

• Travelling Pack
• Rations
• Waterskin
• Small Cooking Pot
• Worn Dagger
• Bedroll

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@Frettzo

By 'branch out', I meant that I do kind of want to explore, to see creative things; and I do think this will be a good opportunity to do so.

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I will do.

Thank you very much.

Ragnarok: Gods Descending

Just posting to show my interest.

My CS may take a bit of time, but I will try to complete it before the start of the game.

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Hello, everyone!

I am Flora, a dedicated roleplayer who currently wants to branch out. With saying that, I will try my best to fit in as best as I can.