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"On the eve of Her departure, She shed a single tear. She bade her children not to weep for Her absence, for She would always walk with them."

It was once said that of all of the goddess’ creations, humankind was her favorite. She was so overcome with love for humans that she shed numerous tears of joy. Those tears imbued them with her gift, manifesting in their ability to use magic. The humans used the magic given to them to carve their way through the world she had created for them. Over time, however, magic began to disappear as less were born with it, and humanity struggled. The humans prayed to the goddess for help, and in turn, she chose several humans to bless with a drop of her blood. This time, her gift was greater, and her influence was shown through symbols that would glow on their bodies. They were called Scions, and many worshiped them as they were living proof of the goddess’ blessing.

Over time, countries were formed around the Scions, and while the goddess’ influence was never forgotten, people’s attention turned to what the Scions could do for them instead. Royals and nobles often touted certain lineages for producing Scions, and those born of common blood were often snatched up by the nobility and given status and wealth. Notably, Scions are often discouraged from using their magic, leading to a majority becoming figureheads rather than the tools of war they were once feared to be. It isn’t unheard of for a Scion to be bested by other mages or even those without magic because of this. To combat any would-be assassins, most Scions are given bodyguards assigned from the church, and they are expertly trained to protect their charge.

The current era of peace throughout Estora has led to prosperity, albeit with the disappearance of the Scion of Time, a notable figure whose body was never found, tensions have been brewing. Some believe it to be the work of foreign threats, others believe the enemy comes from their own. The truth is only hidden to those who do not seek it.

















The roleplay will kick off during the Millennial Festival celebrating the birth of the original Scions. It is one of the few times a year where every Scion is gathered at the same place at the same time. They'll be accompanied by their Templars and expected at a grand ceremony. Players will have the option to play a Scion or a Templar and will be expected to keep up with their posts. I'm looking for a group of five to six players and hoping for people who are willing to coordinate and cooperate if necessary. If there are any questions please let me know and I'll answer right away.




Really glad to see interest in this! here be discord link so I can better field questions :)

discord.gg/rrtpRhq4

Color me interested. I'd like to play the scion of shadow, if possible. I'm curious if you see this playing out as an adventure game, or more of an intrigue/social game. I'm sure you'll give us more of a set-up in game, but it'd help to know what style we're going for when brewing up my character.


little bit of both, mostly the latter though



"On the eve of Her departure, She shed a single tear. She bade her children not to weep for Her absence, for She would always walk with them."

It was once said that of all of the goddess’ creations, humankind was her favorite. She was so overcome with love for humans that she shed numerous tears of joy. Those tears imbued them with her gift, manifesting in their ability to use magic. The humans used the magic given to them to carve their way through the world she had created for them. Over time, however, magic began to disappear as less were born with it, and humanity struggled. The humans prayed to the goddess for help, and in turn, she chose several humans to bless with a drop of her blood. This time, her gift was greater, and her influence was shown through symbols that would glow on their bodies. They were called Scions, and many worshiped them as they were living proof of the goddess’ blessing.

Over time, countries were formed around the Scions, and while the goddess’ influence was never forgotten, people’s attention turned to what the Scions could do for them instead. Royals and nobles often touted certain lineages for producing Scions, and those born of common blood were often snatched up by the nobility and given status and wealth. Notably, Scions are often discouraged from using their magic, leading to a majority becoming figureheads rather than the tools of war they were once feared to be. It isn’t unheard of for a Scion to be bested by other mages or even those without magic because of this. To combat any would-be assassins, most Scions are given bodyguards assigned from the church, and they are expertly trained to protect their charge.

The current era of peace throughout Estora has led to prosperity, albeit with the disappearance of the Scion of Time, a notable figure whose body was never found, tensions have been brewing. Some believe it to be the work of foreign threats, others believe the enemy comes from their own. The truth is only hidden to those who do not seek it.

















The roleplay will kick off during the Millennial Festival celebrating the birth of the original Scions. It is one of the few times a year where every Scion is gathered at the same place at the same time. They'll be accompanied by their Templars and expected at a grand ceremony. Players will have the option to play a Scion or a Templar and will be expected to keep up with their posts. I'm looking for a group of five to six players and hoping for people who are willing to coordinate and cooperate if necessary. If there are any questions please let me know and I'll answer right away.
























Tsubasa wasn't all that surprised at the man's amusement--his father gave him the same look often, and likely for the same reason. However, the more the man spoke, the less Tsubasa liked what was said. They were here from afar, it seemed. Nothing he wanted would be any issue and there likely wouldn't be any need to bother the Master. Less so if everything they had was made from the same quality of metal as the blade the captain presented. Of course, Tsubasa knew his uncle would get angry if he wasn't made aware of what was happening. Captain Katsuro didn't offer the strange thing at his hip, either, much to his relief.

He took the weapon without protest, figuring that the sooner the request was made, the faster they would leave. Then again, he continued to talk again, and Tsubasa outright frowned. They were hunting for something, it seemed, but he couldn't imagine the elder being okay with any outsiders lingering around. The town would get restless, too--it was supposed to be a time for celebration, not tension. The excitement in the captain's eyes was confusing to him until it was revealed what he was hunting: a demon.

There was no hiding Tsubasa's surprise at this reveal. Were they mad? The captain was excited about such a thing? But where was this confidence coming from? Swords could only do so much. Either there were many more than Tsubasa anticipated, or they had some sort of power--Wait, was the thing on his waist a weapon? There were too many things he didn't know and he wasn't sure what direction to go, either.

Keiko's intention on departing snapped him out of his thoughts. He was torn between giving Keiko praise for rightfully getting away and getting worried. Mio had quietly appeared next to him, likely having heard everything. And then Fumiko decided that she would lead the captain to the elder. Not that there was anything better suited, but the idea didn't sit well with him. The man was clearly dangerous, and he wasn't sure how he would treat Fumiko or the elder. He also wasn't sure how the captain would respond to Fumiko's request. He held onto the sword, watching the man intently.

"I'll go with you as well. I need to fetch the Master so that we may service everything to help you and your men find your prey quickly," He stated, holding the sword out for Mio to take.
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Yup, Lyra's assumption was right. She suppressed the sigh she wanted to give, knowing that there really wasn't much she could do about it. She doubted Valafar would willingly want to babysit her, and since he was just waiting here, she supposed it wasn't the worst thing. It was actually nice to see him again, so she wasn't going to be too annoyed by it. She did, however, know she was going to have to be a little more conscious going forward; no doubt her professor would be pleased with her use of magic, but she could already hear her mom's voice berating her on her recklessness.

She pushed those thoughts aside as she paid attention to Valafar, and she let herself drink in his praise a little. Letting herself have a sprinkle of positivity in the sea of vampiric criticism was nice while it lasted, too. Especially because his question reminded her that she still had a ways to go. In hindsight, she could've done a lot of things differently, but she'd rather wait for the debrief to see what she could improve on.

"I'm pretty sure everything in that hallway melted, so I'm adding one to the tally," She told him as she placed her hands on her hips. "...though I would've been fine with not upping the count if I got to melt Hasgad's face off. Alas, the honor of that kill went to the rescued kid. The one who's still walking."

Once the words left her lips, she let out a heavy sigh. "Hearing about Sinnenodel sadism and seeing it was...I mean, seeing it first hand--was something else. I can't believe people actually think the Inquisitors are the good guys," She admitted, shuddering slightly as she remembered the torture chamber. "That guy was twisted. The look on his face when he had Quintus hostage reminded me of how Eden looked when she found my chocolate stash. He had someone's life in his hands and enjoyed it."

She shook her head, though there was a ghost of a smile tugging on the corner of her lips. "But I made sure he had met his match. I'm gonna have to take advantage of people thinking I'm meek," That part did tickle her. Her face fell a touch as her stomach growled. "...After the debrief, I'd love to get your opinion on things. I think I wasn't as conservative with my magic as I normally was, but I did get to do that butterfly thing I was working on. The fireball was huge!"


cheeky lil bump :D
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