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🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Red Duke Redemption

Time: 6 p.m.
Location: Guest House
Interaction: @princess Hafiz, Raif, Charlotte, @Lava Alckon Farim, @Potter Layla, @13org Mayet, @Rodiak Nahir, @infinite cosmos Munir, @Helo Leo, @Tpartywithzombi Ariella, @JJ Doe Riona, and @Inertia Auguste.
Mention: @SausagePat Ruby

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“Why should he not sit there, uncle? Duke Vikena is the reason why we are gathered here, to enjoy each other’s company and learn from one another– Duke, please take a seat. I beseech you to forget his rude words. The Grand Vizier may have skipped breakfast after all.”

Skipped breakfast?! I lost my breakfast! I lost my waffles! That’s no excuse…

“Leaving so soon? Like a dog running with its tail tucked between its legs? What kind of example is that for Charlotte? You have shown us that not only are you a bumbling fool, but a coward at that. What a pity. Heed my Uncle’s words and give him his chair. He has well earned his spot; meanwhile, you should earn our respect after what you have done. You are also holding up our dinner and we could use a taste of Alidasht after the disaster you have bestowed.”

And still they throw insults at me, the Duke of Veirmont. And that snake… with that bowtie…

"Remember why exactly you are here tonight. Recognize and accept your mistakes and face them with the respect and dignity of a noble of your position. If not for yourself, do it for your daughter. Lady Charlotte does not deserve to be punished for her father's words and actions any further than she already have."

"If you truly want to become the noble and the man you wish to be, the father your daughter deserves then you need to remember one thing... Change does not come without a great deal of effort and persistence."

Respect and dignity? Punished? Persistence? What… What is this tiny girl even rambling about?!

“...I can think of no better seat at any table for a father than beside his child.”

Absolutely not! The head is the best seat, and I sat here first as the guest of honor

“I… I am proud of my stepfather, and I do not want nor require anyone's pity,”

“And I do not wish to see him disrespected.”

Lottie, there’s no need to worry about me… I don’t deserve it but thank you, my beloved daughter.

With everything said, Lorenzo had been prepared to leave. At least that is what he truly wanted. An escape from this hellish den of a dining room. Seated amongst devilish creatures that held their heads up so high their noses could graze the unblemished feet of the gods. It was almost like last night except Lorenzo felt he had better footing this time. He wouldn’t be on the floor crying and begging for forgiveness. Amongst devils, he had others on his side, and that was what steeled him for once in so long. Had it been years since Lorenzo didn’t have the entire room pointing at him with enmity in their hearts? Even so, the duke would not let himself be belittled here. To win this night, Lorenzo had to use the small advantage he had now.

Unfortunately, Lorenzo was too daft to recognize any of this…

All the man knew was that he was in a difficult predicament. Emina had taught him that sometimes it was best to leave replies in the mind, which is the smartest thing he did at this moment. Coincidentally, he was not the only one in the altercation that remained silent. All eyes were on the head of the table and Hafiz who had been quiet all this time finally spoke.

Hafiz doubled down on how he addressed him and no matter how much he decorated it with fancy explanations, Lorenzo hung on the word. Fool. And the vizier had said it right after Charlotte expressed her desire not to see him disrespected. Lorenzo didn’t know if Hafiz was instigating him to do something that would ruin this evening but the way the vizier stepped forward to blind with his shining headdress made it feel that way. Bringing up the ball again was a low blow that Lorenzo was already getting tired of. It was the entire reason he was here after all. Attending this dinner was his atonement. This was his atonement.

Lorenzo curled his toes in his shoes so he wouldn’t openly display his rising temper.

And then he said it again… With a smirk no less. The glance at Charlotte hadn’t even registered. All he witnessed was a smug Alidasht vizier calling him a fool for the third time tonight. It mattered little that Hafiz let him keep the chair now. That smirk! THAT DAMNED SMIRK! ARE YOU CALBERT IN THE FORM OF AN ALIDASHT?! ARE YOU CALBERT DAMMIT?!

Lorenzo couldn’t help it! He glared at Hafiz with fire in his eyes as if he could will the man into oblivion! And then with a heavy exhale… He relaxed, shifted his posture so he was facing forward, and placed the napkin in front of him on his lap. He took ahold of himself before he sprung off the ledge. Perhaps if it weren’t for the little bit of gin, he may have. Then again, maybe it was the alcohol itself that was making his blood boil in such a situation.

“Thank you, Hafiz. I see now why you are the vizier. And knowing that, I think I know why you wanted this seat so badly.” Lorenzo nodded affirmatively, his expression neutral. “Being second isn’t a bad thing, vizier. It’s almost as good at being first like the Sultan. So I thank you again for allowing me to earn my place here at the head.” Lorenzo gently tapped his palms on the table as his mind began to move on from the situation as it persistently did. “Which reminds me! I actually met a young woman today who was so upset that she was just the runner-up for the hat contest I judged. She was so distraught about it and I couldn’t understand why.” Lorenzo shrugged after sharing the brief story. “I guess people aren’t always quite satisfied if they simply almost succeed. ” Lorenzo gave Hafiz a genuine cheeky smile.

Avalia

Time: Morning
Location: Southwest of Roshmi City
Interaction: Brigitte @Tae, Bardulf @Lava Alckon, Rue @Potter, and Bowyn @Helo
Mention:

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“Thank Solaris for such an extravagant day! And look! He’s coming out to give us some warmth!” Mister Luum threw his arms up high with his fingers outstretched as he laughed joyously while walking along a dirt path hugged by the many healthy oak trees that led to Roshmi City. The pink glow of the sun was creeping through the few gaps in the vegetation relighting the fantastical world as the eccentric group traveled northeast from where the human, Bardulf was summoned. The spring season was beginning to bring in vibrant flowers that had grown tired of being buds, slightly filling the air with a splendid their splendid fragrance. A week of traveling on foot had not been the most pleasant but Mister Luum insisted that Bardulf had to see the new world that would become his home in all its glory.

“Do you want to leave our new friend at a disadvantage? Sure, we could travel to Riveport and hail a boat to North Pass, but being stuck on a boat for all that time… We wouldn’t be great hosts to our guest. Besides, I have pressing business in Roshmi City.” was his argument.

As the group crested a prominent hill with Mister Luum in the lead, the towering buildings of Roshmi could be seen in the distance. Until now this day, Mister Luum had left the socializing with the human to Rue, Bowyn, and Brigitte. The view of Roshmi City from this distance indicated the group did not have much longer before they would reach it. Once there, they planned to use the city’s vast transit hub to travel to North Pass.

“Beautiful! Look Bardulf, there she goes! Roshmi City! The pinnacle of diversity! Governed by Ravus Solsta.” The name was said with a tone different from his usual one. There was a hint of bitter fervor in it and his smile briefly dropped for once, though the others couldn’t see this before he brightened right up. “I met him once. Decent fellow,” he added before stopping in his tracks and turning back to the others. “You know, I am quite surprised we’ve traveled this far without encountering any trouble. No bandits, nasty creatures, or even an annoying beggar on the side of the road. Brigitte! Anything to report? We need Bardulf to experience some danger, and I would rather be on the up and up about it when it comes.” It almost seemed like the elf was looking for trouble.

Avalia

Soundtrack

A pink-hued sky, unlike anything they had seen before, bestowed a cordial greeting upon the humans who had been ensnared by the throes of their imminent demise just moments before. The vibrant pink shade bathed the landscape in a soft, rosy glow, imbuing the surroundings with an ethereal quality. The air itself was thick and invigorating and the colors of this world seemed to be more vivid, all due to an increased amount of oxygen. The scent of wildflowers and the sweet aroma of honey was carried on a gentle breeze that rustled the leaves.

As the bewildered humans took in their surroundings, the surreal environment slowly came into focus. The sight that greeted them was unlike anything they had ever seen before. To their surprise, they were not alone in this mystical realm. Countless pairs of eyes gazed back at them from all directions, each belonging to a unique creature that seemed to belong to a different world.

The first to be noticed was the graceful elves with their pointed ears. Their ethereal beauty was matched only by the humanoid creatures adorned with animalistic features, who moved with a fluid grace that seemed almost otherworldly. The fairies, on the other hand, hovered above the ground with iridescent wings that shimmered in the sunlight.

Even more awe-inspiring was the small number of towering orcs that stood in the distance, their massive frames towering over the rest. But despite their size, these creatures moved with a surprising grace that belied their intimidating appearance.

As the humans tried to take it all in, they noticed that behind them stood a group of elven beings, next to five large machines with screens that seemed to be flickering between random clips of earthly scenes. It was clear that these beings were not here by accident, and that they had brought the humans to this strange and wondrous world for a purpose that had yet to be revealed.

The group stood in a vast field, surrounded by towering mushrooms that reached for the heavens like colossal trees. Ancient trees, their branches reaching skyward, added to the enchanted ambiance. The forest beyond was painted with vivid hues, illuminated by the twinkling lights of playful pixies.

“...They did it!” came an excited voice. The small crowd that had gathered erupted in applause and cheering, their excitement contagious.

“Welcome, travelers, to our enchanted land,” came a voice that seemed to dance with the wind. A white-haired elven man stepped forward through the crowd toward the six humans. His voice drew a hush over the crowd at last. “I am Vaeril… I understand this may be difficult to comprehend, however, I assure you everything you hear and see is real. Please allow me to explain everything.” He moved to stand before them, his eyes gleaming with determination. “You are no longer on Earth. We have transported you from your dimension to ours. This…” He gestured around him, “This is Avalia and we are The New Dawn.” Some of the crowd erupted into cheers again and he hushed them with a wave.

“This world is nothing like you have seen before. Here, magic pulses through the very air we breathe and the land is alive with a beauty beyond comprehension. But it is also a world of darkness and oppression, ruled by the malevolent forces of dark elves.” He paused to conjure up an orb of light in his hand. “I am what you may call a light elf.” He smiled at them as he presented them with the orb. He then closed the shining bright light in his fist as his smile faded with it. “For decades, we have struggled against their tyranny, but now we have hope that you can be the lights that guide us forward. However, I am aware that it is a heavy burden to bestow upon you. We will make certain that your efforts are rewarded here.” He stretched out his arms to address them all, “Our first gift to you all is a new chance at life. You may perhaps recall through a hazy mind that your moments before arriving were grim. This is because you were at the time of your demise.”

Vaeril gave the humans a moment to take this in, knowing perhaps this had been a grave thought that had not sunken in quite yet. “Your life was fated to end at the moment we transported you here, and I am afraid if we transport you back home, you will return to that moment of peril.”

“You are our only hope, humans. You see, a legend here speaks of five demigods who each represent the elements of our planet. We believe they may hold the key to defeating the dark elves, who rule with the power of an almighty demigod of darkness.” He gestured to his allies, who nodded in agreement. “The locations of these demigods are unknown to us, however, we have the knowledge that they will only accept a being similar to themselves into their sanctuary…. We believe you may hold a power that we have not seen in this world in centuries: the power to wield elemental magics needed. You who have almost perished in a manner involving each element, now have unlocked the key to this power. If you accept us, we will help you harness your powers and fight alongside you to reclaim our world from this evil. Together, we can bring peace to Avalia once and for all.”

With that, the leader of the New Dawn rebels concluded his speech, his voice ringing with the promise of a better tomorrow. The crowd erupted into the same applause and enthusiasm, but it was the reaction of the humans that Vaeril had found himself more concerned with. He moved toward them, his blue piercing eyes falling on the two men that had come together with curiosity. He was not certain if one or both of them would display their power, but knew it would be wise to keep them together in the meantime. “Regardless of how you feel about the situation before you, humans, I will be splitting you all off into groups who will protect you now that you are here. They will be charged with training you and teaching the ways of our world.”
“Mister Luum, Malachi Elowyn, Captain Drosis Morr, Rowan and Aurora Dyewynn, and Menzai Isanami. You have been tasked with leading our five groups. You’ll be provided with a list of your group members as well as your locations. I will assign to you all humans of my choosing. ”

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A week passes by after this event and the humans find themselves in their respective groups, split off for their utmost safety. During this time, the humans are to fully learn what the Avalians want of them and digest the change to some extent.

The twins, who showcased an ability to harness the material of the earth, are entrusted to Menzai to bring to his village. Since the two could not use their magic when separated, it was vital to send them with someone with extensive knowledge of human magic as well. The village of Guarav has managed to evade much of the dark elf’s influence and it may be one of the safest places a human can be.

Aurora and Rowan Dyewynn are both respected for their past contributions to the late Sun Elf Kingdom. They were presented with Zora, who has shown her affinity with water magic.

Captain Drosis Morr, is a well-respected member of the New Dawn led by Vaeril, known as The New Dawn. He is entrusted with the pyrokinetic, Ismael.

Last and not least, Malachi Elowyn and Mister Luum are both Vaeril’s highest trusted members. He has entrusted Jun, the aerokinetic, with Malachi, and Bardulf, the lightning user, with Mister Luum.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Red Duke Redemption

Time: 6 p.m.
Location: Guest House
Interaction: @princess Hafiz, Raif, Charlotte, @Lava Alckon Farim, @Potter Layla, @13org Mayet, @Rodiak Nahir, @infinite cosmos Munir, @Helo Leo, @Tpartywithzombi Ariella, @JJ Doe Riona, and @Inertia Auguste.
Mention:

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Hafiz's Reputation

Lorenzo had sat comfortably at the head of the table opposite of Sultan Raif who simply stared back at him. Everything seemed to be going swell so far and the gifts hadn't even been presented yet. However, the Alidasht royal, Farim whispered a warning of sitting in Grand Vizier Hafiz's seat. Lorenzo raised a brow, finding something so trivial quite ridiculous. In my home, it's first come first served. That's why I make sure I hurry to the table before anyone else does. And I thought the book said they were competitive… I think it'll be fine. He might not even come.

Mayet was the second to address Lorenzo about his seating choice. Unfortunately, her roundabout way of asking, no matter how forceful, was simply taken as a suggestion. It was more about what she said and not how she said it. It wasn't because of some backward thinking either. Lorenzo honestly thought Mayet always sounded aggressive as he had no frame of reference for the contrary. He gave her a quiet nod, not budging from the seat.

When Hafiz burst into the dining room, Lorenzo initially looked at him with a smile out of politeness but found his turban to be… a bit much. He naturally averted his gaze from the slight strobing effect of the sparkling jewels. The lighting of the room reflected off it like newly polished gold. Kier would have stolen that shiny cap for sure.

As Hafiz bee-lined toward him, Lorenzo kept his gaze on the tablecloth to avoid making an odd squinting face at the vizier. The Alidasht were very sensitive about disrespect. That fact is one Nathaniel had drilled into him while they shopped for gifts. It was thanks to Nathaniel that Lorenzo might have any hope of surviving tonight thanks to a recital of information on the exotic kingdom pulled from a history book and last week's newspaper highlighting their arrival. There was a great piece written with useful information but whether or not Lorenzo remembered… Well, that would determine how this evening turned out for the man.

“Good evening. Vizier Hafiz. You almost made me believe dawn was breaking in the evening. You look too incredible for me to look at. Really.” Lorenzo complimented while he shielded his eyes from the man looming over him now.

"Duke Vikena. Move from that seat," Lorenzo didn't understand why he approached with such animosity toward him about the seat. He might have simply given it up until Hafiz spoke again, this time with venom that wouldn't be detected by the others at the table.

"You insolent fool."

But Duke Lorenzo Vikena was all too familiar with this venom. It reminded him so much of Count Damien, a man he both feared and despised. That single shot of gin Nathaniel gave him was just enough to diminish one of those feelings. The former…

With a hand held up to shield his eyes from the sparkling turban, Lorenzo looked up at Hafiz to the best of his ability.

“Vizier Hafiz Kadir, though you are a sight to behold, your order to have me move and your insult in addressing out of my name disrespects not me, but your family and country. Me? An insolent fool? Is this how the Alidasht treat their honored guests? One who has brought gifts to admonish the mistake he made against your family? In front of foreigners who have welcomed you into our country!” Lorenzo shook his head in disappointment.

“Hospitality, Vizier. Is that not a right to a guest of your people? And are you not praised for your tact and ability to speak eloquently? But I will say again, you call your honored guests a fool! Why shouldn't I just leave? Actually… I don't feel very welcomed here. Charlotte.” He addressed her as if telling her to be prepared to go.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Time: 4 p.m. -> 5:30pm p.m.
Location: Markets ->
Interaction:
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Fortunately, Lorenzo refrained from acting against Dr. Williamson after he explained himself. Besides, the poor young lady seemed warm to his presence. I guess she likes that sort of thing… Doctors slapping her in such a way. A fetish maybe? Lorenzo minded his business until the conclusion of the play but couldn’t help but notice the character simply referred to as the duke. He was juggling prop ferrets, which was something he couldn’t ignore. He stared at the jester-like character longer than he probably should have. The insult sank into his heart like a rusted and jagged dagger. That’s how they see me. That’s how they all see me. He shut his eyes tight to the stage, shouldering the emotional wound the seemingly accurate rendition of him left. [color

Before the curtain could fall, Lorenzo stormed out, his face stern as he clutched his ferret Kier in his arms.

No longer! He swore to himself as he walked briskly to his carriage readied by the reliable driver, Benjamin. “Take me home this instant! We must pick up Nathaniel. And then, we head back into town. I will need gifts for dinner tonight.”

With little to say, Benjamin did as he was ordered. He made sure to get to the estate as quickly as possible, especially with Lorenzo constantly asking if he could faster every leg of the route. Once the carriage arrived in front of Lorenzo’s Sorian property, he rushed out continuing the brisk walk he had started after leaving the theater. Upon entering the estate, burst past the foyer.

“Nathaniel!” Nathaniel was literally standing five feet from Lorenzo ready to greet him.

“Y-yes my lord.” Nathaniel was a bit taken aback and he dealt with the duke every day. Lorenzo was offering up Kier with outstretched arms.

“Have Delilah see Kier groomed and returned to his quarters. Then, I need her to lay out an outfit for tonight’s dinner. Time is of the essence! Once that is done, get to the carriage. We have shopping tend to.”

“I’ll make haste, my lord.” Nathaniel nodded as he took Kier reluctantly as the ferret sometimes bit him. He never knew why but always tried to avoid handling the critter when he could. His best bet was to get Kier to Delilah immediately. The matter of shopping with the duke was strange but it would give him something different to do which was an escape from his mundane duties.

With simultaneous nods, the two men briskly darted in opposite directions. Lorenzo was making his way back to the carriage while Nathaniel was trying to find Delilah while enduring the sporadic bites from Kier. Gods!

In a few moments, Lorenzo, Benjamin, and Nathaniel were headed back into town with Lorenzo laser-focused on one task. Gifts!

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Red Duke Redemption

Time: 5:45 p.m.
Location: Vikena Estate
Interaction: @princess
Mention:

Nathaniel was the first to enter the estate after the round of errands for gifts and other items, but only because Lorenzo insisted on carrying the most bags in so he didn’t look like a “juggling jester of a fool!” Nathaniel didn’t quite understand it, but he simply conformed to the Duke’s odd request as he had always done. Despite this, he knew his place and would not disrespect Lorenzo’s title. As he carried his few bags in he gently set them down.

“Duke Vikena, I am coming to take some of your bags!” Nathaniel called as he watched Lorenzo teeter back and forth as he slowly walked the path to the estate. Lorenzo’s face was as red as a tomato, taking on far too much than he could. He hadn’t considered the walk from where the carriage would park to the front door. This was possibly the biggest inconvenience of the property's design, though Lorenzo did enjoy the opportunity to have more flora planted out front.

“I have it!” Lorenzo argued, yet… Gods this is heavy! I hope he just takes some of these bags!

“Duke Vikena, I insist!” Nathaniel could not ignore Lorenzo’s struggle. He’d drop the bags or pop a blood vessel before he got to the door. Nathaniel took some of the bags, rather easily from Lorenzo who feigned a sigh.

“I was fine but thank you, Nathaniel.” Lorenzo was absolutely grateful! The two hurried inside, gently setting down the bags. “Alright, ensure these gifts aren’t damaged! I must get dressed!” Lorenzo darted up the stairs so fast that he tripped and fell after the sixth step. “Oof!” He let out before picking himself up. “Grr!” he grunted as he continued up the steps on all fours.
Once in his room, his eyes focused on the outfit on his bed. Yes, Delilah! YES! This is perfect! Lorenzo smiled so big that if he had a third row of teeth, they’d show.

Maybe…

“Look out Alidasht. I’m ready for you. In fact…” Lorenzo walked over to his bed and got down on his hands and knees to look underneath. To his surprise, the containers of gin and opium were nowhere to be found. Did I… Did I run out? No… but… Fuck. Fuck! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! I can’t face them completely sober. They’ll eat me alive! FUCK!

“Duke Vikena. Is everything alright? The gifts are all intact.” Lorenzo popped up from the floor as suspiciously as anyone could be.

“Of course! I was just-”

“In need of an edge. I know, my lord.” Nathaniel raised his brows, showing he understood Lorenzo's struggle.

“Uh… Yes, but not much. Just-”

“Something you can control. Honestly, it’s probably for the best. That flask of yours is… Well, it’s dangerous.” Nathaniel nodded sternly.

“Wait… You know about the flask?” Lorenzo was quite surprised since he mixed his drugs within the confines of his room. Then again, he was not a mastermind in keeping things hidden.

“How could I not, my lord? I’ll go get something for you while you get dressed. Ride for the length of the dinner and I’m sure you’ll be fine. Besides, you have Lady Vikena to accompany you. I assure you, you both can face these Alidasht savages. They are nothing compared to the ire of the Sorian political climate. You skimmed that book you wanted, yes?”

“Yes, some of it but-”

“Duke Vikena, you now know more than what you knew. Use it. It’s what Walter did. You may see him as someone to surpass, naturally so but he was a fool who simply quoted dead men. You can do this,” Nathaniel assured.

“I can… I can!” Lorenzo felt a tinge of confidence.

“Perfect. I will return with the edge you need, my lord.” Nathaniel nodded before exiting the doorway. He left Lorenzo to face his outfit and his expectations.

With the devilish red outfit adorned, Lorenzo walked from his room taking a swig of gin given to him by Nathaniel before heading down the stairs to meet with Charlotte. There was an unfamiliar presence accompanied with his descent down the steps. It almost appeared as if he had taken pointers from Count Damien, yet Nathaniel stood at the top of the steps with a satisfied grin.

Young Justice

Location: Bank Fourth Floor
Interactions: The Team

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“Well, shit…” Viktor said as he rounded a row of cubicles and caught sight of the excessively beaten bank robbers Vincent discovered. “I shouldn’t say ‘I’m not sure’ but this situation is escalating unpredictably.” Viktor sighed. His theory on what was transpiring on the tip of his tongue. However, he refrained from telling Vincent that Kila or Ja was acting violently out of sorts. He was going to request a status report so he would at least know what the next best move should be when he heard Cora over comms. She was giving a status report before she cut out.

The idea of there being a threat to his team that continued to elude him was visibly frustrating him now. Viktor swung a fist back into the nearest wall, punching through the plaster as if it was paper.

“I’m getting tired of this. Talos, there’s no point in pinning these two down, and I’m not waiting for another incomplete report over comms. Fifth floor, let’s go.” Viktor would be taking the same stairwell as Vincent this time.

By the time the two of them reached the fifth floor, they would arrive just in time to witness Cora blasting the two robbers in the elevator with electricity. The buttons inside lit and unlit sporadically before the elevator alarm rang with a shrill bell ring. Besides those riding Cora’s lightning, Viktor didn’t see any other robbers being a problem but there were two people on the floor he was focused on. He looked toward the hero who had accompanied Daphne through the majority of the mission. Giving a quick nod, Viktor turned his attention to Kila. The elevator alarm was still going off but he attempted to address his troubled teammate nevertheless.

“Metamorph! What is your status?!” The rifle in his possession was instinctively at the low ready. He could see he was close to Daphne but that observation was not enough for him. He needed to hear it from his peer’s mouth.

Avalia

Mister Luum

Mister Luum ⋆ 456 ⋆ Male ⋆ Elf

Appearance

Height:

6 ft

Build:

Lean athletic build.

Hair Color:

Brown

Hair Length

Shoulder-length

Eye Color:

Green

Skin Tone:

Medium-brown

Distinguishing features:

Sun/star-shaped tattoos on left shoulder and forehead. Green and gold necklace, three earrings per ear, labret piercing, and septum piercing.

Psychology

Likes:

⋆ Making new acquaintances
⋆ Sharing extravagant old stories
⋆ Thanking Solaris for all good happenings
⋆ A lively party
⋆ Leading others to victory by way of coaching rather than participating
⋆ Discussing matters concerning magic
⋆ Exploring unusual practices
⋆ Curiosities
⋆ Rumors and gossip
⋆ Music
⋆ Talking through his problems

Dislikes:

⋆ People he considers to be too uptight or negative
⋆ Being lectured, especially by someone younger than himself
⋆ His lies being caught on to too frequently or too quickly
⋆ Light magic illusions and invisibility
⋆ Bland food
⋆ Prudes
⋆ Certain people. He never seems to have a legitimate reason for this but instead validates his dislike with the first thing disagreeable about said person.

Fears:

⋆ Public knowledge of his true name
⋆ The wrath of a certain elf
⋆ Chaperoning a human that he won’t get along with
⋆ Being alone.

Habits/Quirks

⋆ Mister Luum seems to always have a smile on his face. He also embellishes the truth quite often… or does he?

Sexuality:

Heterosexual

Personality:

Mister Luum almost always comes off as friendly and almost intrusive toward others whether he’s known them for a few seconds or several decades. He’s rarely ever seen by his lonesome, constantly engaging with others. Whether friend or foe, Mister Luum is sure to indiscriminately flash his pearly whites. Divisions between social classes and species don’t concern this elf making him unreluctant in approaching the largest of orcs or the grumpiest of dwarves. However, whenever he’s left alone he finds himself overwhelmed by boredom to the point where he’ll seek out nearly anything to be his company. Whenever this fails, Mister Luum will simply talk to himself, and quite loudly too. As far as selfishness goes, Mr. Luum wavers here. He’ll give to those with less than himself, but he won’t give up valuable items or enough where he finds that it harms himself. He won’t spoil anyone, as he feels most people should be capable of earning their keep. Mister Luum will sometimes point this fact out using his slave demihuman as an example. As friendly and warm as Mister Luum is, he doesn't prefer being touchy unless he’s trying to get under someone’s skin who displays introverted tendencies. Despite what he displays on the outside, Mister Luum is not very quick to trust others. His intrusiveness and attention he gives to others are not always well-intentioned but rather suspicion masked by curiosity.

Mister Luum retains quite an upbeat mood, even annoyingly so. Even when all hope seems lost, the elf seems to always find a thin silver lining to grasp a hold of. Patience is something Mister Luum has learned and practiced and is not necessarily in his nature. You say “Go” and the elf is running to the hills but he also has the capacity to simply wait. He’s learned to do this by occupying his time with talking, singing, thinking, and meditating. Mister Luum would neither consider himself a coward nor anxious in stressful situations, though he would choose to leave a situation he determines might end poorly. It’s more about weighing the pros and cons logically than deciding emotionally with him.

Despite all that has been given, Mister Luum is a bit of an enigma. He’s deemed trustworthy enough to assist in the rebellion, but not much is known about him. The elf may seem intellectual one moment and then a total fool the next. He seems to get along or at least tolerate most, but his smile could be considered a faux that he wears as a mask. His ownership of a slave may be of concern or intolerable to others, yet he doesn’t seem to bat an eye to the idea of participating in a relationship that would be considered unbecoming of an elf attempting to liberate Avalia from Malthemoor’s clutches. He seems nice, sure, but how much should you trust him just because he seems pleasant?

Background

Occupation

Currently considers himself to be an Adventurer and claims to be an entrepreneur of a very successful shop called “Saluumi Shack” that he always conveniently mentions is “kinda out of the way” no matter where he seems to be.

Living Immediate Family Members:

The Luminos Family of the Sun Elf Kingdom

Dead Immediate Family Members:

None of note

Current Companions:

Brigitte the slave

Current and Past Lover(s):

DM me and I will fill this 🙂

Current Equipment: Mister Luum has a staff made of oak wood, though he doesn’t seem to treat it very well, and if one is observant enough they will key in on noticeable changes to the staff. Mister Luum owns a pair of channeling gloves he rarely wears, a cold ring, and a disguise ring, and an armor of deflection enchantment.

History: Antaris “Mister Luum” Luminos was born and raised in the proud Sun Elf Kingdom nearly half a millennia ago. He had always been the social butterfly, even annoyingly so at times. As a child, he might have been passed off as the kid who couldn’t just keep quiet but his proclivity for generating light magic drew the attention of his elders. Light generation came easy to him, but the rest, not so much. He was always considered to be the light elf in his generation that could shine the brightest but when it came to technique and applying the magic into useful shapes, Antaris was quite lackluster. His elders that were once intrigued quickly dismissed his giftedness. Though, Antaris thought nothing of it as a young elf, always enjoying the lavish light show he could create, his parents thought otherwise. They saw it fit to set their son on the path to be placed into the House of Solaris, one of the few guilds of the Sun Elf Kingdom. The House of Solaris was known for training and preparing light elves to weave and bend light magic a cut above the rest. While their sister guild, the House of Lunathea focused on the raising of priests and priestesses meant to put the kingdom at ease with their abilities to soothe and protect the kingdom and its people, The House of Solaris’ purpose was to create far-reaching soldiers meant to eliminate threats before they were too close to home.

Once in the guild, Antaris seldom saw his childhood friends, even when he put forth the effort to make time for them. He dreaded the training and meditation he was required to do and it only became worse when he was eventually moved into the guild’s barracks. At the guild, he learned what he would be offered in normal elven schooling but with an additional focus on the study of magic and the blessings Solaris gifted upon the world. He was given time off but it was always staggered against everyone else. Still, he attempted to make friends as he always had but was somewhat of the oddball of the bunch. It’s not like he chose to be there. The training wasn’t as spectacular as he would have liked it to be. Learning to use magic was one thing, however, simply learning about magic was far less intriguing in Antaris’ young years. The curriculum made sense for the time. Avalia was at peace. The only threats consisted of large creatures that steered too close, bandits, and an occasional party of green-skins that sought to pillage neighboring villages. That was the case for a long time, a few hundred years to be exact… And then the Malthemoor Kingdom came in like a bat out of hell.

Antaris was both excited and wary of the war declared by his banished elf-kin. He’d get to actually do something that didn’t just amount to a simple flash in the dark but also knew his Kingdom hadn’t prepared for something like this. The idea of Malthemoor succeeding was a bit ridiculous until they took Roshmi City and the trading hubs on the seas. Deploying to distant battles in need of Sun Elf Kingdom soldiers never promised a safe return home, so every time Antaris was sent forth, he fought with everything he had. He even established a bit of a name for himself due to the magical wrath he unleashed on his foes. “The Beacon.”

His enemies always knew he was coming with his noticeable flashes of light in battle. It gave them a momentary advantage. They could prepare for his advancement. Unfortunately for them, the real problem was stopping Antaris once he reached them. A mage that truly weaponized his magic even if he wasn’t a master of all its capabilities.

Alas, the victor of the war was Malthemoor, and the word was spreading about their king wanting the heads of every notable Sun Elf soldier that fought against them. Antaris the Beacon being one of them. Antaris had been a powerful mage that fought dutifully for his kingdom, but this elf was not about to have his head chopped off as a reward for going above and beyond with his service. And so, he rid himself of his uniform and even cast away his name as he set on starting a new life. He traveled about, gallivanted foolishly, tried drugs out just because, started a business or so he says and even purchased a slave for sale to make life easier. However, it did not matter where he traveled or what he did, the dark elves were in power and it weighed down against the people of Avalia. Hope seemed lost, almost completely, until he was met by an old family friend that piqued his interest. A rebellion.

“Now that sounds like suicide! Is that really your plan? It’s cool but… definitely suicide… I’m in!”

Combat and Magic Stat Creation:

The below questions will ask you to name the number of years of experience with certain stats and to describe your athletic behavior. The GMs will present your character’s stats based on the information you provide below. Please try to keep this realistic. We will call you out if it sounds implausible. We may reach out to you for additional questions if need be.

Fitness Level:
⋆ Mister Luum wouldn’t be labeled as an athlete aside from his ability to move about. He isn’t physically strong but he’s surprisingly more agile than most due to not being equipped to resist too many attacks with his lack of armor. His physical stamina falls in the range of average but can mentally push himself when needed. Mister Luum has always seen his physical prowess as simply an accessory to his magical abilities. To him, his body is the base for the weapon that is his magic. Mobility is key to him

What are your character’s physical strengths?
⋆ His mobility for the most part.
⋆ Mister Luum is proficient at using a staff as a defensive weapon.

What are your character’s physical weaknesses?
⋆ Mister Luum is fit but not for strength in attacking with weapons or his fists. He could throw a punch, sure, but don’t expect it.
⋆ Mister Luum isn’t as durable as he wished he could be and relies on dodging or magical feats to endure or avoid attacks.

Years of Experience:

Weapon(s):
⋆ Mister Luum has used a staff with the House of Solaris for over 200 years, though its primary use is channeling magic.

Hand-to-Hand Combat: Mister Luum doesn’t fight with his hands.

Years of Magic Experience:

⋆ Offensive Photokinesis: 30 years of dedicated time with high progress
⋆ Illusions (includes invisibility): 20 years of dedicated time with low progress*
⋆ Shielding: 30 years of dedicated time

Best Abilities:

Light Magic (Offense Photokinesis)

Luum's Stats

Physical Stats

Strength: ⬤⬤◯◯◯

Ground Speed: ⬤⬤⬤◯◯

Stamina: ⬤⬤⬤⬤◯

Dexterity: ⬤⬤⬤⬤◯

Durability: ⬤⬤◯◯◯

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Combat Stats

Staff Combat: ⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤

Hand to Hand Combat: ⬤⬤◯◯◯

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Magic Stats

Offensive Photokinesis: ⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤

Illusions (includes invisibility): ⬤⬤⬤⬤◯

Shielding: ⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤

Brigitte

Brigitte ⋆ 20 ⋆ Female ⋆ Demihuman

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Appearance

Height:

5’8”

Build:

Lithe

Hair Color:

Red

Hair Length

Shoulder length

Eye Color:

Pale Blue

Skin Tone:

Fair

Distinguishing features:

A pair of horns on her head and subtle freckles on her cheeks

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Psychology

Sexuality:

Bisexual

Personality:

Brigitte is warm and comforting, always ready with a kind word or a listening ear. However, she also possesses an intelligent and resourceful mind. Brigitte is a problem-solver who can think on her feet and find creative solutions to any challenge that comes her way. She has a curious and observant nature, always eager to learn and understand more about the world around her. Her intelligence and quick wit often help her navigate tricky situations with ease.

Despite her resourcefulness and intelligence, Brigitte never loses sight of her kindness and compassion. She cares deeply about others and is always willing to lend a hand or offer support to those in need. She is a fiercely loyal friend and a trusted confidante to Mister Luum, always there to listen and offer guidance.

Her warm and caring nature, combined with her problem-solving skills and quick mind, make her a valuable asset to Mister Luum.

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Background

Occupation

Slave owned by Mister Luum...

Current Equipment(Any weapons etc): Longbow
Current Location:
Current Companions: Mister Luum

Brief History(Optional): Brigitte was fortunate enough to at least to have been born free. Her father was a successful trapper, a newly acquired trade by his family after the war. His and his loving wife’s forefathers before them had amassed a fortune as appraisers for the black market, using their sharp senses to determine the value of products to be bought or sold. It was quite the gig until Malthemoor took over and ensured many black market vendors went out of business. Trapping, which had been a secondary source of income quickly became the primary trade for the family. It put food on the table but severely hit the family financially. Brigitte’s parents were doing decently while expecting their first child but her father was accused and convicted of disrespect toward a dark elven woman who claimed he raised his prices far too high for the furs she wanted. Unfortunately, for him, the dark elf was in close relation to Warden Verneus Talven. The verdict was torture and the removal of his itchy palmed hands. Devastated by such an injury, the decent flow of money became trying with Brigitte’s mother left pregnant and unable to keep up the trapping business. Support from the family helped but her siblings and siblings-in-law needed to prioritize their own households. In desperation to support herself and not have her child be born poverty-stricken, Brigitte’s mother turned to gamble regularly in Riverport as an attempt to keep herself afloat. It seemed risky but this demihuman leaned on her superior heightened senses to catch tells, identify her more intoxicated competition, and see which folks were hefty with amas.

It was quite an advantageous sitch, and she took full advantage of it. There were other demihumans who could key in cues with their bestial abilities, but they paled in comparison and lacked her motivation. In a few months’ time, the pregnant woman was known for emptying others’ pockets and constantly putting card games on hold due to bathroom breaks. Her husband didn’t approve but he couldn’t argue with the amas she was bringing in.

When Brigitte was born, her father recommended they move from Riverport. To him, the gambling was profitable but he could see how others looked at him and his wife with enmity. In the time it took to nurse Brigitte post-birth, the casino took the time to scheme for her mother’s return. Once she had, she was accused of cheating after being dealt a hand with a counterfeit card at one of the tables. Not only was she accused of cheating this instant but also for her previous wins. She’d made enough enemies that the volunteer witnesses numbered over a dozen. Brigitte’s father and mother were swindlers not only in the court of public opinion but the court of law! The debt placed was so high, it could only be paid with their lives. Brigitte’s father was deemed unfit for slave labor and was publicly executed for his repeated offense involving stealing from Avalian citizens. Brigitte’s mother was placed into a labor camp alongside others deemed criminals and Warforged that failed to find their purpose in the world. Brigitte, unfit for labor was assigned to an orphanage but her infancy did not shield her from the debt. Her mother, not the most physically inclined, especially so soon after the pregnancy worked under heartbreak and died within a few months. No one else was equipped or willing to take the debt on, and so it fell on the child. The debt loomed over Brigitte as she was raised in less than hospitable conditions, not privy to what was in store once she was deemed fit to work. She never truly knew who her parents were, only being told they were simply unfortunate people that made unfavorable decisions.

“They were greedy.”

“They were unfortunately unlucky. Same as you.”

She was assigned to work as a servant for the casino. She cleaned up the messes others made to repay the establishment… unironically cleaning up the mess she inherited. Working at the casino was not much better than living at the orphanage except for her exposure to games that were played there. Sometimes it was exciting to watch when she got the chance. Interestingly enough, outside of the bare-bones education she would receive, the casino taught her a collective of things. The games taught her mathematics and how people strategized against others. The sidebar conversations taught her about the goings-on of Avalia and exposed her to those from other cultures without the need for travel. But most of all, the casino taught her how to read a room and those within it. Her keen senses made her work a game in itself. At times she knew who would win a large purse, who would lose, and even those that were cheating. When she wasn’t working, she read books to occupy her time, escaping to different realities and different times. This hobby started to become a necessity as the demands over what she needed to do increased and included acts that defiled her sanctity as she experienced her menarche. Despite what she was made to do or the knowledge she absorbed over the years, Brigitte always remained beholden to her masters running the casino. It was a life she was beginning to accept.

And then the oddest elf entered the establishment with a great big smile on his face. She was only fifteen at the time but it had been the first time she found herself vexed by someone. Unlike anyone else, she couldn’t quite read him. Brigitte equated him to a large decorated, and vibrant book that was written in a language that she couldn’t quite decipher. She was attracted to the enigma like a moth to a flame, placing herself close to him while she worked. His competition wore stoic faces against his smile that never faltered. Oddly enough, he greeted her like she wasn’t what she was and he… let her play a game with his hand.

“You got this!”

“Really? She’s a… Perfect! If she wins, I’ll take her… Debt? How much? Oh… And she’s paying that doing this? She’s never played, right? So how about we raise the stakes? She wins, forget the pot, she’s mine. She loses, well I guess by Solaris I’ll have to be her coworker for a time. I’m 451. I got time.”

“But between you and me, I think your luck is about to change.”

And it did. Mister Luum “unofficially” purchased her but oddly didn’t choose to grant her freedom. Instead, he had her work for him as his assistant of sorts. He made sure to keep her occupied with some sort of task, even strange ones such as counting the hairs on a dwarf's left eyebrow or listening out for how many roosters crowed at dawn. He supplied her with plenty of books to read but he also forbade her from talking to anyone else unless he said she could. She also had to ask his permission for almost everything. He almost always said “yes” which was even odder, even when tested him by asking if she could hold all of his amas. After a few weeks of following Mister Luum, which is all he would go by, he gifted her a longbow.

“For protection. Awesome, huh? I can’t teach you how to use it though. But hey, if a guy like me can figure out magic, you’ll be fine. Plus you’re smart.”

Brigitte and Mister Luum maintained their odd yet healthy friendship, traveling across Avalia while awaiting the “big important thing” to happen. She did manage to become skillful with her longbow, especially with Mister Luum making her shoot at random targets without rhyme or reason almost daily. Brigitte was also able to develop her senses, gaining a keen sense of her surrounding at an impressive level. She could key in on even the most subtle of details with ease.

Avalia

Mister Luum

Mister Luum ⋆ 456 ⋆ Male ⋆ Elf

Appearance

Height:

6 ft

Build:

Lean athletic build.

Hair Color:

Brown

Hair Length

Shoulder-length

Eye Color:

Green

Skin Tone:

Medium-brown

Distinguishing features:

Sun/star-shaped tattoos on left shoulder and forehead. Green and F6DC88 necklace, three earrings per ear, labret piercing, and septum piercing.

Psychology

Likes:

⋆ Making new acquaintances
⋆ Sharing extravagant old stories
⋆ Thanking Solaris for all good happenings
⋆ A lively party
⋆ Leading others to victory by way of coaching rather than participating
⋆ Discussing matters concerning magic
⋆ Exploring unusual practices
⋆ Curiosities
⋆ Rumors and gossip
⋆ Music
⋆ Talking through his problems

Dislikes:

⋆ People he considers to be too uptight or negative
⋆ Being lectured, especially by someone younger than himself
⋆ His lies being caught on to too frequently or too quickly
⋆ Light magic illusions and invisibility
⋆ Bland food
⋆ Prudes
⋆ Certain people. He never seems to have a legitimate reason for this but instead validates his dislike with the first thing disagreeable about said person.

Fears:

⋆ Public knowledge of his true name
⋆ The wrath of a certain elf
⋆ Chaperoning a human that he won’t get along with
⋆ Being alone.

Habits/Quirks

⋆ Mister Luum seems to always have a smile on his face. He also embellishes the truth quite often… or does he?

Sexuality:

Heterosexual

Personality:

Mister Luum almost always comes off as friendly and almost intrusive toward others whether he’s known them for a few seconds or several decades. He’s rarely ever seen by his lonesome, constantly engaging with others. Whether friend or foe, Mister Luum is sure to indiscriminately flash his pearly whites. Divisions between social classes and species don’t concern this elf making him unreluctant in approaching the largest of orcs or the grumpiest of dwarves. However, whenever he’s left alone he finds himself overwhelmed by boredom to the point where he’ll seek out nearly anything to be his company. Whenever this fails, Mister Luum will simply talk to himself, and quite loudly too. As far as selfishness goes, Mr. Luum wavers here. He’ll give to those with less than himself, but he won’t give up valuable items or enough where he finds that it harms himself. He won’t spoil anyone, as he feels most people should be capable of earning their keep. Mister Luum will sometimes point this fact out using his slave demihuman as an example. As friendly and warm as Mister Luum is, he doesn't prefer being touchy unless he’s trying to get under someone’s skin who displays introverted tendencies. Despite what he displays on the outside, Mister Luum is not very quick to trust others. His intrusiveness and attention he gives to others are not always well-intentioned but rather suspicion masked by curiosity.

Mister Luum retains quite an upbeat mood, even annoyingly so. Even when all hope seems lost, the elf seems to always find a thin silver lining to grasp a hold of. Patience is something Mister Luum has learned and practiced and is not necessarily in his nature. You say “Go” and the elf is running to the hills but he also has the capacity to simply wait. He’s learned to do this by occupying his time with talking, singing, thinking, and meditating. Mister Luum would neither consider himself a coward nor anxious in stressful situations, though he would choose to leave a situation he determines might end poorly. It’s more about weighing the pros and cons logically than deciding emotionally with him.

Despite all that has been given, Mister Luum is a bit of an enigma. He’s deemed trustworthy enough to assist in the rebellion, but not much is known about him. The elf may seem intellectual one moment and then a total fool the next. He seems to get along or at least tolerate most, but his smile could be considered a faux that he wears as a mask. His ownership of a slave may be of concern or intolerable to others, yet he doesn’t seem to bat an eye to the idea of participating in a relationship that would be considered unbecoming of an elf attempting to liberate Avalia from Malthemoor’s clutches. He seems nice, sure, but how much should you trust him just because he seems pleasant?

Background

Occupation

Currently considers himself to be an Adventurer and claims to be an entrepreneur of a very successful shop called “Saluumi Shack” that he always conveniently mentions is “kinda out of the way” no matter where he seems to be.

Living Immediate Family Members:

The Luminos Family of the Sun Elf Kingdom

Dead Immediate Family Members:

None of note

Current Companions:

Brigitte the slave

Current and Past Lover(s):

DM me and I will fill this 🙂

Current Equipment: Mister Luum has a staff made of oak wood, though he doesn’t seem to treat it very well, and if one is observant enough they will key in on noticeable changes to the staff. Mister Luum owns a pair of channeling gloves he rarely wears, a cold ring, and a disguise ring, and an armor of deflection enchantment.

History: Antaris “Mister Luum” Luminos was born and raised in the proud Sun Elf Kingdom nearly half a millennia ago. He had always been the social butterfly, even annoyingly so at times. As a child, he might have been passed off as the kid who couldn’t just keep quiet but his proclivity for generating light magic drew the attention of his elders. Light generation came easy to him, but the rest, not so much. He was always considered to be the light elf in his generation that could shine the brightest but when it came to technique and applying the magic into useful shapes, Antaris was quite lackluster. His elders that were once intrigued quickly dismissed his giftedness. Though, Antaris thought nothing of it as a young elf, always enjoying the lavish light show he could create, his parents thought otherwise. They saw it fit to set their son on the path to be placed into the House of Solaris, one of the few guilds of the Sun Elf Kingdom. The House of Solaris was known for training and preparing light elves to weave and bend light magic a cut above the rest. While their sister guild, the House of Lunathea focused on the raising of priests and priestesses meant to put the kingdom at ease with their abilities to soothe and protect the kingdom and its people, The House of Solaris’ purpose was to create far-reaching soldiers meant to eliminate threats before they were too close to home.

Once in the guild, Antaris seldom saw his childhood friends, even when he put forth the effort to make time for them. He dreaded the training and meditation he was required to do and it only became worse when he was eventually moved into the guild’s barracks. At the guild, he learned what he would be offered in normal elven schooling but with an additional focus on the study of magic and the blessings Solaris gifted upon the world. He was given time off but it was always staggered against everyone else. Still, he attempted to make friends as he always had but was somewhat of the oddball of the bunch. It’s not like he chose to be there. The training wasn’t as spectacular as he would have liked it to be. Learning to use magic was one thing, however, simply learning about magic was far less intriguing in Antaris’ young years. The curriculum made sense for the time. Avalia was at peace. The only threats consisted of large creatures that steered too close, bandits, and an occasional party of green-skins that sought to pillage neighboring villages. That was the case for a long time, a few hundred years to be exact… And then the Malthemoor Kingdom came in like a bat out of hell.

Antaris was both excited and wary of the war declared by his banished elf-kin. He’d get to actually do something that didn’t just amount to a simple flash in the dark but also knew his Kingdom hadn’t prepared for something like this. The idea of Malthemoor succeeding was a bit ridiculous until they took Roshmi City and the trading hubs on the seas. Deploying to distant battles in need of Sun Elf Kingdom soldiers never promised a safe return home, so every time Antaris was sent forth, he fought with everything he had. He even established a bit of a name for himself due to the magical wrath he unleashed on his foes. “The Beacon.”

His enemies always knew he was coming with his noticeable flashes of light in battle. It gave them a momentary advantage. They could prepare for his advancement. Unfortunately for them, the real problem was stopping Antaris once he reached them. A mage that truly weaponized his magic even if he wasn’t a master of all its capabilities.

Alas, the victor of the war was Malthemoor, and the word was spreading about their king wanting the heads of every notable Sun Elf soldier that fought against them. Antaris the Beacon being one of them. Antaris had been a powerful mage that fought dutifully for his kingdom, but this elf was not about to have his head chopped off as a reward for going above and beyond with his service. And so, he rid himself of his uniform and even cast away his name as he set on starting a new life. He traveled about, gallivanted foolishly, tried drugs out just because, started a business or so he says and even purchased a slave for sale to make life easier. However, it did not matter where he traveled or what he did, the dark elves were in power and it weighed down against the people of Avalia. Hope seemed lost, almost completely, until he was met by an old family friend that piqued his interest. A rebellion.

“Now that sounds like suicide! Is that really your plan? It’s cool but… definitely suicide… I’m in!”

Combat and Magic Stat Creation:

The below questions will ask you to name the number of years of experience with certain stats and to describe your athletic behavior. The GMs will present your character’s stats based on the information you provide below. Please try to keep this realistic. We will call you out if it sounds implausible. We may reach out to you for additional questions if need be.

Fitness Level:
⋆ Mister Luum wouldn’t be labeled as an athlete aside from his ability to move about. He isn’t physically strong but he’s surprisingly more agile than most due to not being equipped to resist too many attacks with his lack of armor. His physical stamina falls in the range of average but can mentally push himself when needed. Mister Luum has always seen his physical prowess as simply an accessory to his magical abilities. To him, his body is the base for the weapon that is his magic. Mobility is key to him

What are your character’s physical strengths?
⋆ His mobility for the most part.
⋆ Mister Luum is proficient at using a staff as a defensive weapon.

What are your character’s physical weaknesses?
⋆ Mister Luum is fit but not for strength in attacking with weapons or his fists. He could throw a punch, sure, but don’t expect it.
⋆ Mister Luum isn’t as durable as he wished he could be and relies on dodging or magical feats to endure or avoid attacks.

Years of Experience:

Weapon(s):
⋆ Mister Luum has used a staff with the House of Solaris for over 200 years, though its primary use is channeling magic.

Hand-to-Hand Combat: Mister Luum doesn’t fight with his hands.

Years of Magic Experience:

⋆ Offensive Photokinesis: 30 years of dedicated time with high progress
⋆ Illusions (includes invisibility): 20 years of dedicated time with low progress*
⋆ Shielding: 30 years of dedicated time

Best Abilities:

Light Magic (Offense Photokinesis)

Luum's Stats

Physical Stats

Strength: ⬤⬤◯◯◯

Ground Speed: ⬤⬤⬤◯◯

Stamina: ⬤⬤⬤⬤◯

Dexterity: ⬤⬤⬤⬤◯

Durability: ⬤⬤◯◯◯

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Combat Stats

Staff Combat: ⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤

Hand to Hand Combat: ⬤⬤◯◯◯

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Magic Stats

Offensive Photokinesis: ⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤

Illusions (includes invisibility): ⬤⬤⬤⬤◯

Shielding: ⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤

Avalia

King of Avalia, Kyros Zanithel

Kyros Zanithel ⋆ 802 ⋆ Male ⋆ Dark Elf

Appearance

Height:

6’3

Build:

Athletic and having a lean muscular body. His body seems to be geared toward functional fitness rather than just strength or speed.

Hair Color:

Ashen

Hair Length

slightly past his shoulders

Eye Color:

Amber

Skin Tone:

Gray

Distinguishing features:

”None”

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Psychology

Sexuality:

Heterosexual

Personality:

Treatment towards others

⋆ Introverted. Though his duty requires him to address his people often. Kyros must always take time to decompress by his lonesome.
⋆ Selfless.
⋆ Neither kind or mean, Kyros is fair.
⋆ Physically affectionate to no one.
⋆ Untrusting

Reaction in Situations
⋆ Remains calm.
⋆ Patient
⋆ Brave.
⋆ Nervousness is never shown, at least on the surface.
⋆ He often claims his decisions were made by “the gods” themselves or “the only way”.

⋆ Charisma level: He has the ability to influence others and meet people where they are. Kyros would much rather disarm someone with his words.
⋆ No sense of humor.
⋆ Sane

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Background

Occupation

King of Avalia

Current Equipment: His sword “Umber” is always by his side but his equipment changes based on what he’s preparing for.
Current Location: Malthemoor
Current Companions: N/A

Brief History: To be born a dark elf, even a prince, amounted to little in the eyes of Avalians who did not share the blood of the tainted. Kyros had not been the strongest of his siblings, nor the sharpest. In fact, the elf’s only notable trait in childhood was simply his compassion toward others. The ability to connect. It was this overlooked trait of his that set him apart from the rest of his siblings. A trait his father eventually saw fitting for what was in store for their people. No matter how strong, a king cannot defeat the world. No matter how clever, a king cannot bring others to heed him. However, a king who has the hearts of those who follow him has the ability to conquer everything in his path.

Yet no one could have foreseen his ability to connect to something… No. Someone beyond the realm of mortals. A being considered a demigod from the most ancient of scriptures. Kyros’ chance encounter with the draconic demigod that lorded over the element of darkness might have ended differently with his peers or siblings. Perhaps it was not chance but rather, destiny. The young elf was barely 30 when he found himself facing her. Even as young as he was when meeting such a being, Kyros’ gentle persistence gave an impression that had not been felt in millennia past. And in time, Kyros connected with the ancient presence on a level deeper than even she may be reluctant to admit.

Even with his intimate contact with such a being ordered to be forbidden by his father, Kyros disobeyed. She was the embodiment of darkness after all. How could a dark elven prince resist? Surprisingly, it was not magic she taught him. It was the nature of his competitors… His enemies. And it was not long until his father saw it best for his son to know these enemies. To see their kingdoms, to know their people, to experience their cultures firsthand. It was all coincidental… It was perfect. Perhaps it truly was destiny.

So, Kyros explored Avalia. He learned of its cities, of its people, and of the pulse that beat through it so vivaciously. A pulse that lacked the touch of darkness. This absence had always remained the case but was not something that could not be changed. It required steep hardship, the dire price of war, and Kyros did not hesitate to pay it. Kyros’ first act for Malthemoor was to absorb all other dark elven settlements. This included what he considered the lesser kingdom located on the southern bay of Daka Island. Kyros tried to be merciful but their lack of submission led to the execution of their ruling family. Kyros needed his people united before he set his sights on the other kingdoms.

There was little warning as the declaration of war had been the first strike on the Roshmi Kingdom and the occupation of its far-faring northern islands. Though the Roshmi Kingdom had been blindsided by the Malthemoor Kingdom, the Demihuman kingdom and its lesser cities were met with nothing greater than conventional military might. No assassinations, psychological warfare, or disruption of the powers that controlled the Roshmi Kingdom. It was one army defending itself against another. King Zanithel could have sacked Roshmi Kingdom in more ways than one could choose to cut into a burstag steak but he chose against them all. This gambit… It could only be made a soft-hearted fool or an emotionally intelligent genius. To fight fairly… No no no. To win fairly. The Roshmi Kingdom, now Roshmi City, was taken the way it was to demonstrate just how serious the Malthemoor Kingdom was in their conquest, and have the newly captured demihuman settlements work to their advantage. Trade on both ground, air, and sea in the east was completely theirs. The largest amora port was now under their control. And lastly, the opportunity to enlist in aiding Malthemoor in their conquest was left on the table for those still itching to fight or even provide valuable intelligence on the other kingdoms Aquarian had not budged but that was expected. It was also planned for.

Kyros wished he could take every kingdom as he had Roshmi but that was not possible with the others. They were too stubborn. Too set in their ways. Like weeds in the vast garden he sought after, they had to be torn out with conviction. There couldn’t be mercy with them, as he knew how they’d fight… They would fight with everything they had. If compassion meant meeting someone where they were. He’d do just that.

Saving the Sun Elf Kingdom last would have been fitting for any other Malthemoor king and his people would revel in the decision but Zanithel saw this kingdom fit to be struck down before anyone else. The Sun Elf kingdom was surrounded and Aldrakh was helping to keep their Dwarven and Fairy allies on one side of the great river that split the mainland in half. Kyros almost pitied those responsible for banishing his people. To see their kingdom fall apart from within as leaders took bribes while their soldiers fought so bravely on the battlefield. To cut such a malformed head from a fit and powerful body was difficult to witness, even if it spelled another victory for his people. Unlike the demihumans, Kyros was not gentle with his light magically inclined counterparts. He saw it fit to execute and imprison all military officers and proclaimed heroes. It was better to have martyrs for the weak, than leaders that could elevate them.

Kyros was sure the rest of the world stood still when the Sun Elf Kingdom fell. The forces that were barely keeping a foothold against the River Fairy Kingdom and Ironhold would now find reinforcements at their backs. By the time the latter felt Malthemoor’s might, east Avalia had been occupied by Malthemoor, including the Winter Fairy Village. Ironhold had never been successfully besieged but that’s because it truly was impossible for an army to get through its walls. This was a fact even Kyros accepted. He knew he couldn’t grip pride so tightly to his breast. One of his most notable officers, General Zarra pulled back her forces from Ironhold to prepare the next course of action. With dozens of barrels of black powder, dwarven weapons, and Ironhold military uniforms, Kyros incurred the wrath of Flamythera, a red dragon that shared the mountain range with the impregnable fortress. Flamythera attacked Ironhold’s gates with flames hot enough to melt the outer portions of the city and even went as far as to storm the inside of the fortress to return the same damage done to her lair. After causing a partial cave-in incinerating many of Ironhold’s frontline men, Kyros granted Flamthera the title “Herald of Ashes.” As soon as the vengeful dragon left Ironhold, Malthemoor marched in to overtake the battered shelter left behind. After taking Ironhold, Zarra was named the “Iron Breaker”

All that was left were the tenacious fairies. Burning the forests was a tactic Kyros would never take. Destroying it would kill any chance of subjugating the Forest Fairies. However, choosing to spare the forest, left the fairies with nigh-unlimited use of their chlorokinesis Malthemoor’s forces were devastated but continued. It took nearly a year to take the River Fairy Kingdom, but it was thanks to a decision made in the conquering of Roshmi. A demihuman scientist came forward with a method of harming the fairies to a point of surrender. A biological attack that Malthemoor could treat. Kyros did not hesitate to extort the kingdom as the urge to burn it down entirely crept into his mind.

Last to fall was the Aquarian Kingdom. It was not due to their might or even the lack of accessibility into their kingdom. Their true weakness was their indecisiveness. Their complacency in their security! Their nation was already under stress due to trade with other settlements being closed off to them. All it took was tainting their waters. Eliminating a large percentage of their food source to defeat them. No weapons were raised, and no blood spilled. Simply poison dropped.

With no other Kingdom or territory formidable enough to stop Malthemoor, they moved on to settle the new nation they had conquered. They paid Aldrakh for their participation in the war and Dugmaghord for remaining involved. Both orc settlements were left to retain their societies as they saw fit to an extent. Orcs without rites have been allowed to serve in the Avalian Army and receive a specialized rite.

With Avalian united under a single kingdom, all previous royal lineages were made defunct in status and relevance. As he was crowned Avalia’s king, he kept the goal of uniting Avalia in his forethought. Each settlement was overseen by dark elven officers with handpicked advisors native to that settlement. Dark elves would retain the power while the advisor informed the overseers of cultural customs and the societal inner workings of the respective settlement. This practice worked in all settlements until a River Kingdom insurgency loyal to the Millinia royal family rose against him. Kyros made sure the group and the family were snuffed out by any means necessary. Some were jailed, some were executed, and others grew to learn what it means to wield darkness. Just as they all would.

King Kyros Zanithel. A man prepared to make the world into something he can both love and be proud of. For in his heart of hearts, there is no other way. Darkness is peace. Darkness is freedom. Darkness is power.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Derby-King Outfit

Time: 3 p.m.
Location: Edin Theater
Interaction: @SausagePat Ruby, @Conscripts Dr. John Williamson
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Lorenzo’s eyes were again affixed to the theater stage, prepared to witness the rest of the play. I wonder what the duke will do. His daughter must be so embarrassed with such a silly entrance! Lorenzo smirked wishing he had a sweet snack to munch on while he sat with anticipation… and perhaps a bit of constipation as he came down from his opium high.

“Huh?” The utter escaped him as he noticed Dr. Williamson approach with the heaviest steps he’d heard all day. That was quite the feat considering being the host of a horse race earlier this afternoon. The doctor beelined to the young girl who had passed out right beside him and began to examine her. He watched the doctor check her pulse as he had. Okay. Lorenzo nodded silently at the doctor’s action, yet at the same time he wondered why he was even here. For one, this was not a hospital! Dr. Williamson was lacking the eir of professionalism that matched his reputation. Second, the girl was simply taking a nap in the theater, which is quite the normal thing! Who hasn’t gotten shut-eye in a theater?

If that wasn’t bad enough, the doctor started to shake her by her shoulders. What the- What the hell is this man doing?! Lorenzo furrowed his brows, now quite disagreeable with the doctor’s actions. Lorenzo began to set Kier down on the ground and pat the obedient ferret on the head before he witnessed an atrocity. Dr. Williamson had begun slapping the young woman in the face!

“That’s quite enough!” Lorenzo roared as he moved to push Dr. Williamson away from the girl as hard as he could. “I don’t care if we’ve had healthy interactions before or that you are the grand doctor you claim to be! I will not sit here and watch you physically assault this sleeping woman, Dr. Williamson!”