Irradiant

ArrowFell: The Wizard Queen's Court

Welcome Andre!

For anyone interested in a bit of the lore behind Ravenfell and the Agravaine family, you can find it here: roleplayerguild.com/topics/37775-tale…

I've sent Andre in ERode's direction as a suggestion. :p

@Estylwen

Dayum. Lore from a decade ago... Now that is epic.

Hellloooooooo.

I hope I can live up to this roleplay- it looks really REALLY exceptional.

@Andre Valias

Welcome aboard new guy!

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Oop.

Post made! Sir Hayworth is free! Finally...

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Sir Sawyer Hayworth

At sea on the Battle-Blood Minstrel, during the Athius voyage

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XIII: Determination Encased in Steel

@Estylwen @Click This @The Otter

Sir Hayworth observed the aureate constructs that were conjured up around him. Starting out as flecks of dust, they crunched together into cubes that no sooner attempted to suffocate him, if not outright stamp him out. The old coot didn't exactly know the kind of magic that Valor had employed, or how it worked. But it mattered not, as... Boom. A massive burst of energy was released from his sword, tearing him free from the golden imprisonment.

The pieces of Ravenfellian armor that floated about told Sir Hayworth all he needed of the result of his previous onslaught. Still, it seemed he had held back too much. The woman had survived, and worse, she was still capable of fighting. She was even casting spells in her state, as if she hadn't just taken blast after blast of mana head on. He reckoned her status as a "specter" could have played a part. More than that, however, Valor was a persistent threat, which made her all the more dangerous.

He looked back, down at the abyss below. The young Callum Prosser had joined the fray as well, zipping past him amidst the commotion. That Subjugation Seed was in his hand, and he was getting close enough to the behemoth that was Ingens to use it. Sir Hayworth would have to do the same eventually. But for now, there was a score to settle, and another threat needing to be extinguished.

Sir Hayworth propelled himself upwards with a vigorous jet of mana, and his sword exploded violently in a flare-up of magical energy. He'd made yet another split-second decision: he would engage the Ravenfellian woman directly, as the Countess did. He flicked a glance at the Countess, and then at Duchess Agustria. "Let us put an end to her here!"

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*sneaks in to place a totally relevant TikTok*
A very funny, very Arrowfellian-esque tiktok

@Estylwen

Lmao, who made the multiple choice? Evelyn? And where's the "all of the above" option?

I am looking for posts from @Irradiant, @Click This, and @Donut Look Now. I know Donut has mentioned they are working on it.

How're the posts coming along? ;)

@Estylwen

Will work on a post soon! Don't want Sir Hayworth to be stuck inside those golden thingymabobs for too long...

I would say 'instant aura loss', but on the other hand, I watch Youtube Shorts, so...

@ERode

And the pot meets the kettle. Not that I should be the one saying this...

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The job comes with its perks, I promise~

@Estylwen

Callum, unless the job offers banger benefits and a good 401k plan, don't take it.

This is Irradiant speaking, by the way, not Altina.

Elysabeth of the Stars

Countess Elysabeth Vernon of the Stars

20 | She/her | Human

Description: Elysabeth was born to an earl in a hinter-town near Hathforth. Unknown to her as a child, her mother had been ‘sacrificed to the stars' during childbirth to ensure the child born would has as close as an affinity to the stars as possible.

Indeed, her father, when he wasn't taking care of his earl duties, tended to her education on the family secrets himself. They were from a long line of those who used blood to bind themselves to the magic that ran deep in their family, at least for the past 500 years, far outliving the warring dukes and duchesses of the cities.

And indeed, Elysabeth's proficiency in star magic and star summoning far surpassed anyone else in the family, like her distant cousins. She was a prodigy even by her father's strict standards. Day in, day out, if she wasn't studying language and science from her tutor or learning family history from her father, she was practicing with her star summons.

By the time she had reached the age of 18, she had invented a few spells to add to her family's repertoire.

It was also around this time, just after the Queen's ascension, that strange and esoteric magic users were being sought out and conscripted for the Queen's army. Elysabeth was found and willingly joined, finding it to be an act of Providence.

Her education was adapted to include battle strategies, which she readily absorbed. After a few months of solidifying the basics, Elysabeth was soon overcoming her fellow recruits even in minor displays of magic and combat. She was adapting battle strategies, showing that she had a mind capable of leading.

After a year, she was promoted to one of the captains of the royal guards, and a member of the Crossguards special unit, working directly underneath General Aliz.

Currently, she is stationed in Hathforth, managing the guards as they do their routine duties of keeping watch and guarding the gates. When the Wizard Queen, Advisor Vulluin, and Lady Safina are absent from the castle, it usually falls to Elysabeth to maintain the castle and inform visiting Nobles that court won't be in session until the Wizard Queen returns. She has the authority to act on behalf of the Queen, if the need arises.

Magic/Seed: Unknown.

@Estylwen

Ooh, she purdyyyy. I think I have an idea of when/how she's going to show up...

I'll try to get up a post for both scenes later tomorrow.

@Click This

Mirie is a fence-sitter / monologuer (is this even a word?) no more! Eat that ERode :D

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EDIT: Post count in IC is 123 at the moment! Magic number yey.

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Sir Sawyer Hayworth

At sea on the Battle-Blood Minstrel, during the Athius voyage

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XII: A Warrior's Elegy

@Estylwen @Click This @The Otter

Sir Hayworth reeled at the sheer size of the tentacle now seeking to flatten him to paste. Still, tremble as his hands did, his countenance was unflappable. Having to navigate in water slowed Sir Hayworth down, making the prospect of avoiding an attack much less likely. Compounding that were the effects of aging, which flowed through his veins like slow-acting venom. The battle-hardened knight was not getting any younger.

But Sir Hayworth was not one to take an attack lying down. He readied his sword, preparing a swing with as much mana as he could muster. Fortunately, one of the Queen's anglerfish had thrown the tentacle off course. Sir Hayworth had safely escaped its clutches.

At this moment, Sir Hayworth was not yet aware of the Swiftsure's arrival, and by extension, Duchess Agustria's arrival. However, as spells clashed above him, imprinting the ocean with prismatic hues, he spied another battle raging. The black-haired maiden was unmistakably Duchess Agustria, accompanied by her lady-in-waiting, Countess Minuette. Sir Hayworth squinted his eyes. He also recognized the armor that that one Ravenfell woman wore, Valor. My men must have failed in stopping her, he thought matter-of-factly. He understood well what her appearance here implied.

A split-second decision would be made.

He swam closer to the Ravenfell woman, and with his sword already primed with magic, he intended to unleash another Bladestorm.

"This should be close enough," he whispered to himself, stopping in his tracks.

Time began to pause around him.

Then, an unrelenting wave of mana left his sword, leaping out from the blade like a lion to its prey. Following it were six more blasts, all in quick succession. It was a carefully-constructed attack which left no room for collateral, though it was not as fast as his first burst against the leviathan. Countess Minuette, after all, currently engaged the Ravenfell woman. Sir Hayworth needed to hold back, and give the countess time to react, in the dire case she would be caught in the cross-fire.

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With the size of those anglerfish, the Wizard Queen can practically solve hunger province-wide :D

Could be good for image-making. Rule the people by their stomachs and all.

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Sir Sawyer Hayworth

At sea on the Battle-Blood Minstrel, during the Athius voyage

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XI: The Beast, Awakened

@Estylwen

The bedlam that unfolded before Sir Hayworth's eyes was one he could not have predicted. From the arrival of the envoys from Ravenfell to yet another attack from that "Sparrows" fellow atop the emerald dragon, it seemed that the strings of fate were poised to intersect here, on the Queen's prized vessel.

The residue of mana, as well as the familiar scent of iron, steeped the air with the aroma of battle.

"Intercept the intruders!" Sir Hayworth called out, his voice rising above the chaos. Immediately, his platoon drew their weapons and swarmed the Ravenfell insurgents in a circular formation. Escape would not be an option, unless it was hard-fought. The casters among the group began to whisper their incantations, while the rest rushed forward with their swords and spears. Their armaments shimmered with a menacing crimson, and so too did their bodies. Their physical capabilities had been amplified.

Loathed as Sir Hayworth was to leave them on their own, he was confident in their skills. He had another part to play, after all. Having been entrusted with Her Majesty's safety, he turned to the Wizard Queen, and her command to follow along jerked his muscles to action. Diving from one of the ship's jumping boards, Sir Hayworth entered the ocean, his free hand clutching the Seed meant for subjugation.

As soon as the bubbles that were kicked up from his descent subsided, the sleeping monster that lurked in Athius' depths finally came into view. A leviathan... It embodied the word, truly, and though Sir Hayworth had faced — and cut down — many a large monsters in his day, he had yet to encounter a monster of this size. His blade roared a fierce blue, accumulating mana. Then, he slashed forward. One slash turned to two, which no sooner turned to four. A total of seven blasts of mana would leave his blade, seemingly in the blink of an eye. The energies were aimed at various lengths of the beast, and Sir Hayworth was careful not to harm the Wizard Queen's familiars.

He swam closer and closer to the beast, his sword still suffused with his mana. Should the creature choose to thrash around or retaliate, he was ready to repel it.

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Crispin Alcott & The Sparrows

The plaza of Hathforth, on the day of Duke Willowsteel's execution

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X: Swan Song

His heart raced inexplicably.

Crispin could feel a sinking dread starting to tear into him, with claws as sharp as a Dremora’s. Instinctively, his eyes lingered on the piece of jewelry that hung from a particular elf’s ears. It lit up with a mysterious glow, as if some mechanism within it had roared to life. He knew it was the advisor’s Seed, a nefarious Seed that can impose on one’s emotions.

Worse, it was also the very Seed that helped to take the lives of the Corrins.

Though he’d already been briefed on its effects by Islara, still, the Seed was no less potent. His fingers trembled out of reflex. His mind, clouded by thoughts of fallen allies. Yet, even under the influence of the Seed’s power, there remained a sliver of his will. And it would remind him of all that he’d lost.

His father and mother.

His brothers and sisters.

His home.

“You won’t get the best of us, craven!” Crispin yelled with a crack.

In the next moment, the air around him would begin to sizzle.

As the daggers of ice whirred, intending to rain destruction, an invisible blaze would consume them, reducing them to mist. With each shard, the mist would grow thicker and thicker, until a backdrop of pure white would swallow everything whole.

"Don't let them escape!" Sir Hayworth didn’t miss a beat. A violent energy swirled on the edge of his sword as he raised it, and he gathered the haze in a makeshift cyclone.

But once he could finally see, neither Crispin nor Islara could be found. The three Sparrows had vanished.

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Needless to say, OOC Altina is unhinged to the umpteenth degree.