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The Witch Hunt

I see. I guess I needed a catalyst for his wound to become really bad. Maybe its trained by the Unholy Hand to use deep-cutting magic like this? Not necessarily tapping into the Beyond. But the artifact, the Ruinous Catalyst, was something that changed hands in a deal between The Unholy Hand and the Acolytes. I just wanted to use something my character uses, to relate the covenant I made to an existing Similar? one.

The Witch Hunt

I uh... Took some liberties with The Unholy Hand's magic and the pyromage Tiberious mentioned. I hope this is acceptable. There aren't many Mage things going on. Pls.

The Witch Hunt

Vami had been there for the conflict between the Unholy Hand member, and the vengeful pyromancer. This and the rallying speech that the Terror of the South had given afterward. It worried him that the leaderless magi were already turning their magic upon one another. He knew not any of the other magi gathered in the courtyard; his friends from the Acolytes had not shown interest in the promise of the Witch of the Black Forest. Vami traveled here because of something he could sense; the footsteps of the many magi walking here, collecting like raindrops into a barrel. This courtyard was a pool of energy, none of it like his own. He could hear a dozen conversations, mostly about the mages homes, and why they had decided to trust the Witch. The pyromancer who had been impaled was now surrounded by his fellows, who were trying to figure out if there was an infirmary or a healer that could treat him. The flame-weilder spat curses, and Vami could tell that the man hated the feeling of weakness from losing his fight.

Vami gazed at how the light bounced around the walls of this place. This castle would have held much glory, if its stones hadn't been so worn by the ages. Now the buildings were like skeletons, filled with worms and rotting. But, beneath his feet... There was, something...

This distracted Vami for a moment, but then he saw that the pyromancer was being carried away. The others had found the infirmary of the place. Vami walked after them, curious as to what would happen next. While he was being carried by his three red-robed companions, the pyromancer turned about in their arms and shouted a few things about “garbage” and “worthless”. He wanted them to cauterize his wound with magic, but they refused saying that it could cause a bad reaction with magic lingering there. He calmed down when they laid him out on one of the stone cots of the infirmary, perhaps accepting rest and less blood loss as his best option.

Here in the infirmary was a place to tend to a bleeding and beaten army. Rows and rows of bottles, more than half of them empty, were contained within glass shelving encircling the rotunda. Dozens of benches, chairs and stone cots were evenly spaced throughout the room, with splints and bandages laying next to some. Here the floor was interesting stone tiles, each plate etched with symbols of snakes. The symbolism of the snakes eluded Vami, for to him snakes were only an untame animal filled with poison. Drawn to where the pyromancer was seated, Vami sat across from him, and gazed at the wound. Vami knew the wounds inflicted by members of The Unholy Hand to be legendary; to combat the paladins common powers of regeneration, the Unholy covenant uses dark magic, which is known to ravage the bodies of the living. In this way, Paladins on the battlefield would die rapidly from their wounds, long before the Light could restore them. This is what was unfolding now; the flame-wielders blood was a river from his stoumach, spilling across the stone table and onto the floor. The others were frantically checking bottles, maybe looking for some stolen Light-Cure, a powerful paladin remedy. None of them were turning up with any luck, however, and the fire mage grew paler by the moment.

Vami wasn't thrilled about the fate of the man before him. Already this sanctuary wasn't safe for anyone inside it. This man surely wouldn't survive. Wounds to the stoumach cause incredible amounts of bleeding if even from a normal weapon; this man had been torn open with dark magic, which is known to react violently when it is removed. Vami understood some of what the Unholy Hand described as “the Beyond”, but he couldn't be sure if it referred to the same thing as the Long Un-Life. He had never spoken personally with a member of the Hand, but their magic seemed to be incredibly dangerous, to themselves and others. It was from their personal store of relics that Vami had received his staff; and object that had destroyed many of its past wielders. This staff he held in his hand now, and something about it resonated with the magic remaining within the wound of the pyromancer. There was some kind of kinship there; both the magic and the staff sought the bane of all living things they encountered. But the staff was trying to speak. Vami could feel it, like a dog tied to his arm, tugging and wanting to interact with the man on the stone table.

One of the other pyromancers threw an empty bottle against the wall, shattering it loudly. He couldn't save his friends life, not like this. All of them knew that magic used to close a wound inflicted by this type of dark magic would simply be turned upon its wielder, as though the magic flees in terror from the remaining taint of evil. He turned in despair to the ghostly pale dying pyromancer, and was shocked to see a man touching a stave to his friends wound.

“What the Hell are you doing? The magic in him will harm both of you!” he warned as he approached.

The Duskling spoke to him; “I am Vami, and my staff is the master of all harmful magic. The Ruinous Catalyst will save your friend.”

The other pyromancers in the room had also turned away from their searching, with expressions now of mixed concern and hope.

“The Ruinous Catalyst? Some name for a stave that can heal.” The pyromancer now stood closer to Vami and his friend who was near death. “My name is Iwan. If this does not save him, I suppose nothing will. How can you work against the magic of the Terror?”

“My staff is at work; even I did not know it was so good with diplomacy. It is speaking to the dark that causes your friend to bleed, and making a deal.” At this, a hissing sound filled the room, and as the Catalyst glowed momentarily the dying pyromancers wound closed. “This man can be healed now; use any magic you can to instill the vigor of life back into him.”

The pyromancers were speechless. One approached, conjuring a pale flame that radiated comforting warmth. This she brought close to the chest of the dying man, and he began to breathe more deeply, and his face to take in color again. As this happened, Vami was drawn back to the center of the rotunda. Again he felt that there was something there... Underneath his feet... As though the ground here was a facade concealing a great cavern. Much to the confusion of the pyromancers, he began to tap his staff against the tiles, searching for a sound.

The Witch Hunt

The cocoons not a secret, it was a cocoon where the caterpillar had been eaten by a parasite which had then left, but when Vami saw that it was filled with darkness and the omen of death in place of life, it awakened something latent in him.

The Acolytes are a bunch of weirdos, theres only a handful of mages among them. They're all deathmongers and more or less not acknowledged by anyone but the tales told to children, where the Acolytes will kill you and turn you into a zombie if you dont wash behind your ears.

Alrighty, I edited the things you mentioned.

The Witch Hunt

So if I post my CS here, then read a bunch of IC, I can join in? What do. Here's my CS.

“Form as Regal as the Night Sky”

Appearance

Name: Vami Norkatch

Gender: Male

Alignment: Mage

Covenant/Affiliation

Acolytes of Shade
The Acolytes of Shade are a group of people adept at finding and interacting with negative energies. These kinds of energies emerge naturally into the world, and are the polar opposite of life and positive energies. Because of the nature of negative energy the Acolytes work closely with death to glean what knowledge they can about what lies beyond. They often speak and refer to the beyond after death as a Void, or Pure Dark as far as they eye can see; a place devoid of life, emotion, or existence. Sometimes Acolytes are arrested for looting at fields of battle, where they were merely trying to commune with the many fallen soldiers. In this way they are hardly seen as Mages; although mages are among them. Their nature draws in the strange and elusive; those who feel they may have a connection to death. But this was not the case with Vami; while the Elder Acolyte saw a spirit of death within Vami, Vami told him that he contained "change". This startled the Elder, and he became interested in fostering Vami's growth and magical potential.

While Vami was learning with the Acolytes and reading their accumulated lore, the Elder searched for lore related to Vami's nature as a container of negative energy. Here he found writing pertaining to a staff, known as the Ruinous Catalyst. The staff had been known to amplify its weilders connection with Darkness, at the price of rapidly degrading their body. The Elder learned that the staff was in posession of The Unholy Hand covenant, and broke the silence between his covenant and theirs in order to trade secrets for the artifact. The Elder then presented the staff to Vami, and it became attached to him immediately. Vami practically never lets it go; the Catalyst which allows a deeper connection with the void, is as much a part of him as his own legs.

Personality

Vami believes that the human form is simply larval; that we are meant to transcend skin and bone and become something else. Mage or no, Vami is fascinated by this potential in other people, the potential to metamorphose. Thusly, any change in another person draws him in, and he must study it; to learn if they have come closer to achieving their true form, as he strives to. Amongst the Acolytes, he became seen as very endearing, and quite a few believed his insight about themselves.

Biography

Vami slipped away from his parents at a young age. His parents were both forfeit-mages; they had given up their powers to the Paladins long ago, in exchange for great pain from within. They knew that their was a high risk of their child being a Mage, and having to live the way they now did in order to join society. However, when Vami was born he contained no magical potential. He merely looked strange; as he grew, his eyes turned golden and horn-like protrusions took shape upon his head. While his parents sought consultation for this, no magical source was detected, and even though they repeatedly had the horns sawed off (much to the pain of their son), they would grow back, almost overnight. Vami didn't loathe his parents in any way, however; he hated his eyes and horns, and how they separated him from other children. This changed one day, however. Vami was drawn to the sight of a cocoon hanging from a leaf; he had seen them before, but this one was different. The cocoon called to him, drew every fiber of his being. He pulled it open with his hand, and witnesses to that moment remember seeing the child enveloped in a darkness like liquid night. He was wrapped in it like a web, and when it fell away he was gone. Vami never resurfaced to society or his parents, but at some point was discovered and recruited by the Acolytes of Shade, for the power they recognized within him.

Power Description

Vami changes forms into a partial amount of what he believes is his truest form. He calls this his Avatar of Shadow, and while it is active he becomes inhuman, looking instead like a large six-legged lizard made up of purest dark. Vami uses a staff he received from the Elder Acolyte as a catalyst for this change, amplifying the amount of negative energy he is able to contain within himself during the change.

Spells/Abilities

Void Skin; In Vami's human form, no matter how much light at any given angle is hitting him, he always look the same. Light simply doesn't affect him; somehow, he is illuminated from within, and in this way stays visible. In his Shadow form, Vami fills himself with the Heavy Dark, and it twists his form into something new. In this shape his body rejects light, and chills the air around it, to the point that the ground he walks on becomes coated with ice.

Weight of Despair; Those pinned down by Vami physically while he is in Shadow form are swathed in the stench of negative energy. When Vami rains blows upon his opponent or grapples with them, they begin to be saturated in the crushing despair existing inside the Pure Dark. Defeat or death start to seem like inevitabilities, and their willpower quickly wanes along with their body temperature. It is extremely lethal to remain in close quarters to Vami's Avatar of Shadow.

Speak with the Dead; Vami can enter the memories of the recently deceased. This is done by him meditating to leave his body, and finding them on their path into the afterlife. Here he experiences along with them their final thoughts and feelings, before their last hints of existence fade forever into The Black.

Other skills

Vami seemingly doesn't require food, drink or sleep. He may not even need to breathe, but this remains untested. Presented with food he eats it, but it isn't necessary. Once, his fellow Acolytes realized that Vami hadn't been seen eating or drinking for an entire two weeks. When asked about it, he told them he just forgot to. The other Acolytes were astounded and many remained very curious as to Vami's living habits.

[Medieval/Fantasy]The Witch Hunt (already in progress, looking for more)

Sounds like it's neato.

Pokemon RP

This sounds awesome, I'll check back l8er.

Wrath of the Gods: Apocalyptic Fantasy

Also, can I join with 2 characters?

Wrath of the Gods: Apocalyptic Fantasy

“Gold in blood.”

If he's not normal enough just tell me, I was trying to walk the line between interesting to play and not OP.

Name: Marlaq Veyacour

Age: Possibly 200

Race: Elf Lord

appearance

(NO GLOVES, LONG, LONG NAILS)

Occupation

Metalworking, mostly with prize metal and jewels. He crafted many works for body and home décor of other Elf Lords. He was not well known however, as he is an unusually anti-social Elf Lord. His work often became attributed to his mentor, which Marlaq didn't ever seem to care much about. At a gathering event all he would prefer to do was to examine wall hangings, chandeliers and jewelery.

Personality

One object puts an attentive gleam into Marlaqs' eyes; and that object is gold. The more of it there is, the more he is drawn to it like a moth to flame. His gaze becomes so overbearing to those wearing gold adornments, that he has been challenged to duels on many occasions (a common practice by High Elves, in defense of honor). In this way, he has won much gold; this he takes in preference to anything else, often simply undressing his prostrate opponent of their metals and then leaving the dueling arena without a word.

Bio

Marlaq is an elf gifted in a way many others wish he had never been. Elf Lords are all gifted with incredibly durable nails, which are used as weapons in duels. Marlaq possesses incredible nails; he has never treated them, and yet they have not yet broken when locked against the nails of another High Elf in a duel. He has another, mundane but rare genetic trait as well; his blood is the color of the metal he most craves. One in two thousand high elves have blood the color of gold; more possess the color silver, and commonly hues of blue and green. In the duels he participated in, Marlaqs' opponents were filled with fear when they spilled his gold blood; especially since at the sight of it, Marlaqs' face donned a ridiculous expression mixing powerful pride with out-of-control madness.

Equipment

Fancy gilded clothes, and his talented nails. He wears no jewelery, surprisingly. The only gold on him is in the threads of his suit and his moneybelt.

Talents

Marlaq's metalcrafting is hardly above an amateur level. While he covets gold, he cares not about its shape, and more about its quantity. He never trained for real combat; really, he only became talented at pissing off other elves, and then fighting them one on one. Perhaps his most applicable talent is his radiance; while all high elves produce an aura of something unearthly and powerful, Marlaq's pressure is honed and significant. He can capture the attention of many people with what he does, a sort of forced fascination, like a potent draught of charisma and intimidation.