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R - Master of the Sanctuary






@Rune_Alchemist@ShwiggityShwah@Dragonydas@Glyph@CloseEnough@HokumPocus@Landaus Five-One@Lyla

Here is the official OOC for the Sanctuary RP! Those who have had their character looked over by me and were accepted, feel free to put the in the CS tab right away.
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1. The Guild's Laws are the RP's Laws
2. Please post your character in the OOC tab so I may review them.
3. No god-modding.
4. Romance is permitted, but nothing 18+.
5. Be kind and friendly to other players.
6. Notify me if there is going to over a two week gap between your posts.
7. Enjoy yourself!














On a world called Alrathi, an era of warfare has descended upon the continent of Alsykra. The power-hungry Dremorian Empire seeks to expand its territory and establish the Dremorian Race as the top of the food chain. Already smaller kingdoms on the Empire's borders have been absorbed through military intimidation with some of their populace being forced into slavery to supplement the growing war economy. The leader of the Dremorian Empire, King Lucius, has established a cult of personality regarding himself. With his loyal citizens and powerful military, he has his eyes set on the neighboring kingdom of Anserith. However the aggression displayed by the Empire has not gone unnoticed and the king of Anserith has been preparing his people for war as well as seeking an alliance with the powerful, human kingdom to the north: Armintium.

Further to the east, the progressive country of Caraxis is preparing to enact a plan long in the making. A fervent opponent of anything to do with magic, they seek the eradication of all magic not just within in their land but the whole of the Alskyran continent. Their first target of this mighty crusade is the the kingdom of Voy to the north. Thanks to the work of its inquisitors, Caraxis had learned that Voy has been responsible for the surge of magical contraband being smuggled into the country which has resulted in multiple attacks against the established government.

South of Caraxis lies the kingdom of Altamea, a place renowned for its magic academy and as the supposed origin of the infamous Lich-King of legend. A recent discovery of a broken, ancient tesseract in the wilderness has prompted researchers to begin looking in the area for the signs that may prove or disprove this legend. The Delfari Sovereignty, a religious state to the south, has greatly opposed these actions as heretical and have threatened to invade the kingdom if they do not cease their actions. With no response being delivered, both of the kingdoms are on high alert.

Among these conflicts, the population of monsters have begun to increase greatly. Stories of caravans being completely destroyed and even raids on villages have passed through the land. Rumors even abound of monsters that are several times more powerful than their counterparts and possess unusual abilities. If this wasn't enough, there is talk of a cult of necromancers who worship the Lich-King that seek his revival. These rumors are not without substance as the number of undead sightings have increased dramatically.




The world as its people know is tearing itself apart. Renegades and bandits prowl the road attempting to take advantage of the chaos. Wild beasts and monster attacks grow in frequency as fewer and fewer soldiers are left to take care of them, leaving the task almost entirely of mercenaries or adventurers. The world itself appears to have gone mad.However, even with the world engulfed in war there remains a place that stands as a true place of peace.

A black castle, larger than any built, sits against a stormy sky only briefly illuminated by flashes of lighting. On top of a cliff it resides, far removed from a world that knows nothing but constant conflict and suffering. Here it stands as a place of refuge, only able to be found by those truly seeking asylum within its walls. A safe haven protected by powerful and ancient magic built by a powerful group that has long ceased to exist. It is guarded by a single individual of remarkable power along with a host of sentient automatons. Anything and everything one could desire is located within its walls so to provide the utmost comfort to those that stay there.

Everyone has their own reason for arriving at the Sanctuary. There are those who are permanent residents of the castle, choosing to spend the rest of their life within its magnificent and every-changing walls. Others come seeking a chance to turn their life around using the knowledge located there. It exists outside of the prejudice and problems of the outside world. Peasant or noble, ex-thief or paladin, it does not matter within the walls of the Sanctuary. As long as its rules are followed, no one needing its protection will be turned away.

Beyond its primary function as a safe haven, it serves as a place of learning for those wishing to better themselves. Each one of the numerous automatons contains a wealth of knowledge that they will impart on any who are deemed worthy of receiving it. This has resulted in the castle having its own kind of academic system managed by the master himself. Several stories about legendary warriors and scholars involve the same story about encountering a rough time in their life before encountering a massive black castle. Every account never states the exact location of the castle, as anyone who leave the castle for good are forced to forget its position.

With a legend such as this, it should come as no surprise that there have been individuals who try to claim the knowledge and riches inside for themselves. Those that have attempted to sack the Sanctuary are never heard from again. However much is uncertain in these dangerous times as nations throw their power against each other.




Those first two kills were merely a couple notches on his belt as Daniel made his way through the trenches, pushing forward at the tip of the spear as was required of a shock-trooper. His instincts were guiding his every move but did not control him. Every life he took was a conscious decision that he made quickly and without hesitation. It was sickening to see so much death on this scale but these were all nameless faces. No one that mattered to him. The scenery could only be described as coming from a person's twisted nightmare but what was one more?

The chaos of close-quarters suited him perfectly, a factor he exploited to the fullest extent. Any imperial that dared showed their distinctive helmet was picked off as he moved forward, a mere number that would never be remembered by history. Those foolish enough to try engage him up-close found themselves the victim of years fighting for scraps on the harsh streets. He wasn't interested in making them suffer, he just wanted them to die. Whatever method brought his enemies to that end was what he went with.

As the battle for Hill 58 came to a pause or stop, a trail of bodies followed Daniel as he was in the process of adding one more to it. His uniformed was covered in blood and dirt as he stood over his latest victim. The Imperial had tried to close in on Daniel with a trench knife of fair quality, which was now lodged in the Imperial's back as he gasped for air and crawled away from the menacing form of Daniel. Daniel reached down and retrieved the knife causing the Imperial to cry out in pain before Daniel grabbed a hold of his chin tightly and pulled it back. The blade of the knife sliced across his throat spilling his blood onto the mud.

He observed, as he stood back up, the Imperials retreating from their position. This fight was won, for now. Daniel decided to keep the knife after giving it a look over. The grip had a guard that was shaped similar to brass knuckles and the back edge of the knife near the guard was jagged. A brutal tool of war that he was now going to turn onto its creators. With the enemy in retreat and the hill all but secure, he knew that now was the best time to regroup with the rest of his squad and see if they were even still alive.

By the time he got there, the majority of the squad had already regrouped. Nobody seemed to be physically hurt but the horrors of the battle seemed to be shaking the minds of some already. Everyone was dealing with the brutality and reality of what had happened with despair and consolation. The sounds of his boots sputtered against the mud as he moved in and sat on top of a wooden box against a dirt wall. He didn't need anyone to come tell him 'it was going to be alright' or that 'they'll get through it together'. How many of those poor souls laying face-first in the ground said similar things? It did irritate him slightly that they were all expressing pity for each other. Hopefully he could at least get a few minutes to relax until their next assignment.



Kira placed her right hand on her left shoulder as she rolled it in a circular pattern then did the same to her right shoulder. The way Karuu made it sound it seemed like the monster might actually be a challenge for once. Ha! The very idea of any mortal creature being able to stand against the Great Akumi was laughable. The death she spread would soon encompass this whole pitiful dungeon and feed her hunger for power "There will be nothing but their cold, dead bodies after we carve through them. A plague of death will descend upon them and its name shall be 'Kira'. Every one of those weak fools who stand against us will fall to my blade. Nothing can withstand great demon Akumi and her demonic generals!" Every word was spoken with absolute conviction. She had recently progressed to level 15 and gained the duelist class, so she was eager to try out her new strength "Each one of their pathetic souls will be fed upon by mine. Their meager power will have the privilege of increasing my own."

@HueMan@Lugubrious
Priscilla only reacted by tilting her head slightly to the left as Helena drew her weapon, a slight look of disappointment in her eyes. No movement was made to counter Helena's "Your language." She stated simply at first "Through touch, I can learn another's tongue. However, I will make one piece of information known to you..." At this moment, her grip around the haft of the scythe tightened and her brows furrowed slightly while her muscles became visibly tense yet she made no other movement. The air around her suddenly became heavier "Your authority...is secondary." Her tone was hinted with a slight malice and a undisguised warning.

She had just finished speaking when the sound of Skout's weapon firing carried through the air. Priscilla's attention immediately shifted and moved her scythe to block, demonstrating the same speed she used to grab Helena's hand. The mysterious woman was sent flying back into the ground several meters away out of immediate view. Dirt was thrown into the air where she landed and skidded to a stop, a path carved from where she stood to her current resting place. Undamaged, Priscilla emerged from the small crater and sent one last message to Helena, that could also be heard by Skout "I will tolerate your ignorance, my masters may not. You will not see me again for some time." She then turned her back to them and uttered one more word "Gate." and disappeared through the portal created, with it closing immediately after her.

@Lugubrious@FalloutJack@Lauder

Lucius gritted his teeth as tatter tapped him on the nose, clearing not used to being the object of such disrespect. However after seeing what two of the guardians could do, he knew that he couldn't afford to be hostile. Instead, he scoffed at her words "It sounds like you are not much different than me." A slip of bitterness coloring his words. It was when tatter called him Lucy that he shot a sharp glare directed at the ethereal being but kept his mouth closed.

Lucius slammed into the ground after Star playfully struck him, the air escaping from his lungs at the unanticipated strike. He groaned somewhat as he lifted himself off the ground a couple of seconds later. Frustration amounted in his expression as he clenched his fist tightly but did not retaliate. Instead, he brushed off what remained of his clothing and stretched his muscles. A twitch in the corner of his mouth was the only sign that Star has caused him pain "Should I not get an audience with your leader, as is custom for dealing with royal prisoners?" He suggested after a hard cough.





A young female enters the room dressed in a beautiful blue and white dress that frames her light skin perfectly. Blue, leathery, wings protrude from the open-back of the dress in a curved, furled position while her scaly, blue tail sticks out just a little from underneath the back of the dress. Bluish-white horns adorn the top of her head as well as a silver chain that lays against her hair spreading across from the two horns. Her name is Sila and is one of the servants of the great Catherdral. An npc with less power than the powerful guardians with a strength all her own. She slowly approaches the group with clear resignation in her crystal-blue eyes "E-excuse me?" She asks with a gentle voice.

@Trainerblue192@FalloutJack

The slave appeared to be incredibly ecstatic at the the even small praise, as anything less would likely end in punishment or death. He bowed his back fully "You are too kind, your majesty!" After he said this, he raised his back and stepped back a few steps. The captain listened attentively to every word said and did not budge once from his salute "It will be done at once, your majesty!" He firmly stated with a soldier's pride. His eyes turned towards the slave as he was given additional orders then returned back to Garlock and nodded "Of course, we will leave you then and prepare our best sword for use." He dropped his salute finally and turned to the tent's entrance "Revis, Tarsos. Come in immediately and remove the slave from the tent." His command sounded through the air and like the well-disciplined soldiers they were, Revis and Tarsos came in and grabbed Alskyra by the arms and escorted him out of the tent.

After performing another salute, the captain made his way out of the tent as well and soon no other living creature could be felt near it. In the distance, Garlock could hear the voice of the captain relaying his orders to the rest of the garrison.
@Lyla

No, I would be happy to have you! Let me see and I'll let you know! There is a lot of mystery in this RP as well
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