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Sovereign's Will: The Edge of War [Looking for new players]

Words to an Audiance

King Fredricus and Lord Thernous

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While the elderly man smiled at the first woman through the door, he saw a second enter behind her. He smiled at the young lady, "It is good to meet you Miss Yvonne, now just find a spot and relax while the others come in." He saw his grandson and the woman beside him arm in arm. e took a deep breath, and sighed.

Speaking under his breath Thernous said something, "Boy, you take Miss Ironside somewhere comfortable, and stay quiet..."

Finally seeing another man in the back he just chuckled a bit, seeing the man looking at himself in the mirror, before he just continued to make marks on the paper in his hands.

Looking at the next few, Sparrow and Voltspear he marked them down as well. He looked back at the King, and nodded, "I believe the other two are in the other room ready for your words." he said as he walked over to another door as he just stood by it.

The King, just looked at all of those entering the room silently, he looked at his nephew, he looked at those who came to prior arrangements and those who are here now. He took a deep breath and slowly raised his hand, "I thank you uncle, your record keeping skills are masterful. But it seems as if most are here, except for the twins in the other room."

"But let us begin." He slowly moved a map out from underneath the table, and sighed as he looked down upon it. There was his kingdom, his moment in life, and small red pocks throughout it. He moved his hand over the map to flatten the wrinkles and folds in the pages, but it looked relatively freshly drawn.

“Some of you know this, but our Kingdom is fixing to be in a state of war. Our highest legislative body has determined that we have been wronged in our past, and wronged now. There are treasonous scum in our lands that wish to conspire with those in Meche to overthrow both me and our entire governing body.”

The king looked around the room after a moment and then continued, “We are in the process of voting for the war, but I am deciding to be preemptive with those internal threats on the border before the vote has been decided; we need you each to travel west to the Dutchy under Lady Stritzel, she has recently become a problem, with her age, and deterioration with her mind, she seems to have wrong us, becoming traitorous, and colluding with those in Meche. This is a new development that has come to my attention, but she and someone have devised a plan to allow access into our lands unimpeded. There is more of a personal reason for some of you, and that she has kidnapped a certain bear we may all know.”


“After that detour, your real quarter will begin, you must go to Meche, and see if you can end the war before it begins. While armies will likely still march, we are trying to keep the loss of life a minimum. There is turmoil there, a thought of revolution, traitors, and rowdy nobles overtaking those in Meche that we wish to stand beside, they are working with our own people to spread that turmoil into Kindeance and other kingdoms touching Meche. I am tasking you with ending this thought of mind, and ensuring that it doesn’t bring this world into the flames of war. I am asking you to give your life for your families, for your friends if need be, to keep our world from the brink of an all-out war of wars.” With that, he took a moment to take a deep breath and drinking water before he continued his long speech.

“With innovation, with the industrialization of nations, the next war will be grand, where armies will die in minutes if we continue to innovate the drums of war as quickly as we have, and war will expedite that process, imagine if your musket.” he said pointing at Erwin, “could fire more than three times a minute, imagine if it could do twice that, or even three times in ten seconds. Imagine if the cannons on our walls fired shot that exploded like the flames of a mage. Science is overturning and bringing forth a new age where those that are elite soldiers can be cut down in a charge by men taught to fire one of those sticks of death effectively. Meche will be destroyed, it’s people slaughtered, and our armies will be ruined. While we have defenses surrounding our nation, our forts are not strong enough to withstand bombardment from these new weapons, it will be a war of attrition and mobility, not lines and honor. This will likely be the last true war of honor, where fighting men will embrace with swords in mass numbers. Unless if you all can stop this war from happening, find out what is happening in Meche, and end it somehow. Secure their throne, and our ally, or place someone on top of their throne that is loyal to us. Do what you need so that there need not be war my people. I am being honest to you, this war will drag as many people down into the earth as it can, it will be a ruination of power, and even if we win, we will lose as well in the scale of how this war is likely going to play out.”

The King took a deep breath, and sighed some, pointing at the map, and placing his hand on the western provinces, the Dutchy they are to go to, “First, we will start with her, kill her, and those close to her, find those from Meche that are trying to overthrow their government and kill them, and that will give us call in war. Currently our only call is hearsay and... For those who have been apart of the band, there was another among you that was taken recently. We have his family in the other room, a certain bear... Stritzle took him, and what is happening is likely terrible to him, but save him, and start trying to unravel this conspiracy."

With the queue, Thernous opened a doorway revealing the sisters to a certain bear, "This way my dears, let him finish his speech and then if you have anything to say please do."

"Once that is finished, we will have a way for our nation to survive this war from the rest of the world, we will rid ourselves of a dissident. The agents from Meche’s revolution will likely flee, but, several of you have noble and landed titles, and there are still those in Meche who believe in the old ways, find them and see if we can create alliances. There are several on the way to their capital, and likely several within the capital as well, but once there, you will have to determine the best course of action, we may have a combined force to quell the unrest there, and we may find ourselves allied to Meche again in the end. I hope that we do, but for now, those within Meche are an known, treat all as an enemy unless if you have reason to believe that they will stand beside us all or our old allies there.”

The gloved kingly hand moved to several dots along major roads on the way to the capital city of Meche, and he rested his hand on the capital, “You have kits, and most of you are likely able to move quickly; after this, you will have an hour before you depart on your quest. Are there any questions before you set off, is there anything you wish to say in your time of need, we are here to help your family first?" With that, the hand on the capital moved over to the twins.

Divinus Mk. 8: The Eleventh Cycle (A God Roleplay)

Finding the afterlife

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With the birth of life and death, there was one thing he saw, and that was the new creation of the tree, a temple to the being before him that he stood equal to. He watched as he saw the tree of life sprout life unimaginable to him, he saw nothing but inspiration from that, and he slowly mimicked the woman in front of him, as he lowered to the earth below. He slowly watched the tree, and how it sprouted, how it reproduced. He plucked a sprout from the tree as he slowly lowered himself to the ground. He saw many things, but the first thing he saw as a shadow. He smiled a bit, and slowly rested his hand on the sprout, feeling a small hard object in it. He saw an acorn, he ran his hands over it, and it felt warm, it felt alive. It felt like something foreign to him but he fell in love with it.

He looked up, sighed, and saw a flower, bright and red like the one who created it on the ground, holding onto the root of a tree as it hung there seemingly for its life in the sun. Then he saw her once again; he saw life. As he looked at Allianthé, he decided to give her a gift.

Death touched the flower, and held it up towards her, but in that moment the flower turned blue, and cold, it grew weak and frail as it seemingly withers away in his hand, but in reality, it had changed, he had mimicked again her power, and instead of creating life, changed it into a new form. He was heartbroken and figured she likely would as well as she looked upon the thing he had take from her. He had broke her creation by touching it. Where his feet landed and where he walked he noticed that the grass wept, and turned into a different color, that it felt cold compared to where it was before, but there in his wake, there was another flower turned blue and wilted.

He turned dropping the flower and ran into the shadow, almost as if he knew it was safety, almost as if he knew it was the place he could be alone in his troubles as he had done exactly what he felt was right, but did everything wrong in that moment. But in his troubles, he did not see something that others might, as the flower touched the weakening light behind the tree's root, when the shadow enveloped it, and darkness took hold over it's blue petals. It grew into a beautiful blooming flower that glowed. He mimicked the fire of red, with the coolness of blue, and he did not know that he had created something opposite to her. But, he did not realize most of all, he created life, he created a spirit flower. Just a small thing he created, but he did it. And there were now two to grow in the darkness.

But there is something he did find: that to another place, one he felt was created with him, and for him. He knew the Khodex had written in his creation, but in that moment, he saw what was purposed there. And all he saw was a vast landscape empty and barren. He saw a single portal behind him. He saw the movement of the worlds behind him, and he reached out and created many more so that they did not flash away. But one he his from his vision behind a thousand others was that of the tree, for he felt as if he should not bear witness to such a shaming event.

He instead took the branch in one hand, and he slowly moved into the world that was meant for him, he felt as each step as if he could build and create here. He felt as if he needed to, he did need to, he needed to control this place. But his head shook, and walked away from the circle of portals he had arranged behind him. He just looked back at the thousands of things to happen, and felt as he could leap into those places if he could, but he wished not. He at that moment, wished to be alone, and kept walking back. But the branch, he looked down and saw it in his hand again. He slowly crouched down and placed the stem of the sprout into the ground, then watching as the acorn fell off. He touched it, and slid it into the ground again, seeing a sprout. He smiled and looked up, hopeful once again, he began to create with what he saw.

He imagined walls high, and thus made them, he imagined fun mazes, and holes. He remembered what he saw of the tree, and created building after building to mimick, but then expand into his own flavor of architecture. His walls turned from broken wood to white, stone pillars, and towers reached high, wall and room after room surrounding each of the portals, and then he stopped. Remembering what was at his feet, he created a plaza, and in the middle was the sprout and the acorn, two things to grow there should they wish.

They were the only true beauty he saw, as he looked up to look at his walls; instead of the beauty of life he was born into, it was only walls of stone, only towers of ethereal mist that he knew was solid. He continued to build around the place where his precious tokens were, and kept building and building around him. He created plains, with trees of blue, and grass bright white to mimick what he saw. But his authentic parts were two mazes. The first around the portals, and the ones at the edges of his vision and beyond that. HE knew that those would be a way to protect his tokens and protect the one thing he felt made him him in that moment. But in that moment he also saw something else growing beside the two trees, which seemed to be faint red flowers, and seemingly between the worlds. He touched them both, and realized that he felt the warmth as if he was standing underneath that tree again.

But, he knew now, that this was where he was meant to be. He again, felt cold, and looked at the maze in front of him, he could do more. But what.

Summary

Death created spirit flowers after changing two flowers he touched. One hopes to use it as a gift, the other on accident. He fled before realizing he didn't kill the flowers, only changed them to a different property. He fled into the world that was created for him, the afterlife. This realm parallels the main one, which he can move from one point to the next.

He planted a branch/acorn in the afterlife, and created the afterlife with two mazes to make it hard to travel/easy to get lost in the deepest parts of the afterlife in, and a world similar to the one he saw, mostly plains with sparse trees. Also realized that he had brought the two flowers into the world of the afterlife.

MP

still at 10 only putting to life what was written into Khodex that he is finding.

Welcome to Vradia

Torsten

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With the hailing of arrows that were let loose towards the one above and the cries of those in front of him. He grew and rose to his feet as he moved in front of Faline, moving his sword around to the top of his sword as he stared at those charging, preparing for the first few to get closer.

"I will keep everything away from you and the magi if I can... Just make sure that nothing gets on my right side."

He focused on as much as he could before him and took a deep breath as the first several approached him. His sword went up, then swung back around until it rose towards the first man in hopes of striking him, and he let his shield or gauntlets take his opponent's weapon(s). He would ensure he did not give any ground or very little behind him.

Torsten slowly turned his hand about and let the sword shift in his hand as he relaxed it in hopes of letting it do.

Knights of the Skies

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Sovereign's Will: The Edge of War [Looking for new players]

The King and a Wise man

King Fredricus and Lord Thernous

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“My King, there are several routes we can go with, but first, if we wish to be in a better light to the rest of the world, we can create a casus belli here with Lady Stritzel. Use her as a reason for the invasion, no heir, near the border, place her under suspicion for treason, and take her claim. We use her as a scapegoat for invading those who were inciting rebellion in our lands.” an aged man in royal robes said as he looked at a king, moving a stick to push a tiny little flag to a plot of land out on the border. “It is en route if they take a half-days detour through her land. Kill her, make sure she and those who are around her die so that they cannot tell another story. It is cold, but I know you will wish to be extreme to close all loose ties, but that might cause strife among some of those in her lands, even if she is not the best, her family has been there a long time..”

“And I do, I like it, it is brutal for you… more in line with your blood, Uncle.” the King said, looking over towards Thernous, “Something that young grandson might enjoy doing; he hasn’t had a good fight, put him with the others, and they will make a fine weapon, and a good bargaining chip should we find the right opportunities.”

Shuffling was outside the room, and the two men looked at the entryway closest to them.

“The others I assume, similar group to those you used last time?” Thernous asked, “good group, quality, odd choices… but effective in their roles. Are there any changes that you are making, or thinking of making before we let them in?”

“Yes, you, that grandson of yours, his little friend, the young Ironside daughter that was in your recent guard and that your grandson has his eye on, and a few others that seemed to be able to hold their own worth. That seems to be the best for the occasion, I believe that you will be settled with them. Inspire wisdom, and get them to do what is needed for my kingdom.” replied the King, “Feel free to use them both as tools to get what we need, we know they are both youthful, imagine if we can get several allies on the way, sealing those alliances and allegences before moving on would be worth a lot.”

“I will not speak for the family of Ironside, but I can for my son. If the occasion arrises, he will do his duty, but finding allies in those lands will be hard, rivalries and hate run deep and strong, and war wlll likely settle any change of those thoughts for them. Plus, my grandson already has their permission.”

“Well, use my authority as King to do so, and we shall see if it shall come to fruition with time, if the opportunity arise use them as their bloodlines demand of it, I do not care for their personal feelings. For now, lets see if the others are ready to kill for me. I don’t care if the two have a mutual arrangement, tell your grandson to think of the throne, think of his family and his line. The Ironside family is loyal to us, we don’t need to tie down relations with them, we need fresh allies, fresh men to fight if we are to be at war. Now get the others, and let us proceed.”

With that Thernous stood, and hobbled over towards a table with a key on it, picking it up, and moving towards the door with the commotion outside, he opened it to several waiting outside, he smiled a bit and relaxed.

“Come in, come in, we were just finalizing a few things before we all set off. Just find a spot, and let’ us start this most dire of quests,” the aging man said as he picked up a piece of wood, and a lining of paper with a few names on it, lifting a quill to the paper, “Just say your name as you enter please, so I can see if we are all here. He said as he also made a few extra markings for those previously not in the party list, and putting a check by his own name.

Sovereign's Will: The Edge of War [Looking for new players]

Two Squires

Louise and Erwin

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Erwin stared at the small fortification in the wooded group of buildings. He knew his uncle was inside the biggest hall there, but he just wanted to ride away from the rest for that little while. He stared at it, the road, and all the smaller buildings. He saw pigs and animals in their tiny waddle pens that tied themselves to the hovels and homes of those who lived around them. It was a good community they lived in at that time and an important one. Some trading crossroad from a mine and some craftsman district of a larger town. His uncle was out here doing business, but he and the others in his uncle's guard were just left to do as they could if they weren’t near the Lord.

Erwin just relaxed a bit and turned his horse down the road as he went off the pathway some. He didn’t mind being a bit out of the way; not many people could bother him, and not many people could really annoy him unless he ran into them or they were just pursuing him into the depths of the forest. There were few that he knew would, his uncle could send someone out, but most would just go and hide for a bit. But that one squiress… The squiress was somehow always near, and somehow just ran into him even if she wasn’t looking for him. He ran his hand through his hair and sighed deeply as he placed his hand to it, and he looked up.

“That poor girl, her life has been given up to guard whomever she is told… She got lucky she got grandfather as her ward. He doesn’t look at her like some of the others. Maybe that is why one of the few women in arms is under him.” he said quietly in an out loud thought, “Imagine if war broke out, she would likely have to stay far back with old men while those who she stood beside die.”

He stared up and stopped the horse he was on he saw something out in the forest. He saw blond hair, and he slowly got off his horse as he started to walk up towards the blonde figure.

"Louise, I am usually the one who walks a bit too far, I wouldn't think you would do the same unless if it's to find me." Erwin said with a smile. "Is something wrong?"

“Fun stroll is over, comrade. I’m here to take you back. I need to go for my working shift today fast. Don’t waste my time.” His charming smile won’t affect her and this time she made a move in advance in order to pursue Erwin before he gets derailed. It’s been like routine already since she became part guardsmen of the relative of the King. She is the one mostly able to pursue Erwin, in fact that during her first time, she sent defeated Erwin back with a reversed princess carry.

Being the only woman in the guardsmen group, she can't tag along with the rest of the group. She spends her time alone reading books about learning other languages around the world and their fighting style. Some of her fellow workers tried to disturb her peace and tried to hit her but ended up knocking her back out of the room with a wind burst.

The man held his hands out in front of him, and sighed a bit as he relaxed, “Lady Louise, our shift will start in an hour, we are fine. Relax, grandfather will call us if needed.”

He opened his arms and just smiled a bit, “also, I just got in the forest, a last walk before our guard begins, care to join me for it? I promise I am not drunk, and you will not have to carry me again. Just a walk, we have time… Plus, we can go meet the rider, we are supposed to be getting a letter, a warning came by pigeon a little while ago.”

“It wont hurt… plus, maybe we can enjoy ourselves for once, plus… it’s likely the last time we will be able to; the pigeon came from the capital with the royal seal. So, we will likely have to go soon regardless, and on short order, our guard might not even start.”
His hands slowly went down, and he held the note out towards her, “Lady Louise, care to join Bread and I?” he asked, looking back at his horse, then at her.

Back then she didn't believe his excuses every time she pursued him from derailing. But right now, a pigeon courier appeared, received by Erwin himself. She looked at the letter and it had a royal seal, this satisfied her. She looked at the horse then looked back to Erwin.

“Alright then. I will join you.” She answered his offer as she decided to tag along with him.

He slowly made his way towards her, and slid the letter back into his pouch as he sighed, and he just held his empty hand towards her, “Lady Louise.” he said softly while he walked by her, “We have been playing a game of cat and mouse for some time now, and although I am your senior, by two months. You still somehow always best me in hide and somehow walk in front of the hider as he is trying to hide and relax. But, eight months, a year now since you came to the capital to train with all of us… You distance yourself from most of us, squires, knights, and the lot. But for me and a few others, might I ask why? I know you like your books, but grandfathers curiosity has finally reached me I guess… but I was hoping to know.”

Erwin just smiled as he stopped beside her, and stood beside her with his palm open towards hers, Bread just stared at the two, but was more interested in just being a horse.

“Things just overwhelm me and I’m uncomfortable with that, especially for those who have wild behavior. Despite that, I managed to socialize with other people who are less wilder, but still I haven’t found a friend yet. Back in my younger self before I joined, my time was always full of training and learning things and I haven’t socialized with others besides my relatives since we lived in the woods far from town. The only time I got home was when I started to learn etiquette as a noble woman. Maybe someday, I can find a friend that I can lean into and rely on.” Louise said.

He slowly took her hand while she was talking and started to walk, "I'd say I'm your friend, I constantly drag you into new small adventures. You seem to be straight faced with most things, but deep down I feel as if you enjoy chasing me around. Dealing with those fun things in life, you might see it as work, but you seem to do it when we are on off time more than the few times I've been slightly late to our guard."

"But, still… I would like to think we are friends, or that you enjoy me more than your usual demeanor suggests. Not because of my charming face, or smile, but because you see something you want in me. Something besides rigidity and that constant straight line people have decided for you. It's why I'm going to make you live a bit." Erwin said as he pulled on her and Bread continued down the nonroad path slightly further away from the actual road anyone would use.

As he said, she began to think of it. He expressed what he felt to her and made her think deeper. It would not be nice for her to refuse it since it made sense that she indeed had fun during the time of pursuing. Her heart began to pound more. Perhaps, she can trust him despite his rowdy behaviour. Maybe it is not hurt to try.

"It is true that I did have fun during our time. In that case. I will accept you as my friend. You will have my trust and it will never if you break it. I am looking forward to it. Also, teach me to make more friends." She replied and looked at him with a beautiful innocent straight face.

Erwin smiled as he slowly rested his her hand in his, and he smiled as he looked over at her, “I wont… as I said when I first met you, I’ll make sure to keep you safe. The amount of fights I’ve been in over you was worth it. I am just glad I got to always stand beside you, even if you do treat me like a child sometimes. I just wish we weren’t confided to our lives as nobles, maybe we could have had a different life together, instead we are stuck together with little thought to anything but making sure that my grandfather isn’t in trouble.”

He stopped listening down the road, he heard nothing, he looked back and forth and smiled, “Can I steal something from you? It will not be much, but just close your eyes for a moment.” he asked before double checking their surroundings.

Louise cross her arm and make an upset face. Surprisingly it is a cute one. "I told you. Don't break my trust. This is familiar, I read this in a book. No. I'm not going to close my eyes." Louise said.

He stopped and smiled at her, "I hope to not break your trust, but. Close your eyes for just a moment."

For a moment there he just held his hands out towards her after putting the reigns to his belt.

"I plan on building a strong trust between us, and hope that we can grow it together. Once we get back to the capital, I bet we will have some time, and I wish to take you somewhere. It is a nice spot, but I just want to steal one thing first, for that your eyes should be closed, it is a surprise. You have trusted me before, like with that one brute we had to calm down after grandfather spilled his tea. So why not trust me now?"

"I don't like it. It makes me uncomfortable... Since you will steal something from me." Louise replied. Started to be scared and make a defensive pose.

Erwin sighed, and just chuckled, "I want to kiss you, and then when we get back to the capital, I know a little restaurant that is quaint. I wanted to take you there and just talk." he said quietly, "I wanted to steal a kiss, that is all Louise."

"Kiss. Why? Isn't that supposed to be for someone you love?" She replied as she is confused still on defensive pose.

Erwin just nodded a bit, and he smiled, "It is meant for a few reasons... but, the kiss I wanted to give you is, something like an invitation to that thought. I thought we worked well together, you with your logical thought like grandfather, and I think with my heart. I was hoping you would think your heart in this moment."

His hands went out in front of him, again, palms up towards the sky as he just stood there in front of her. "I have some feelings for you, but, that was my intentions. I should have realized who I was talking to, be plain, straightforward, and you will get an answer. Miss Louise, may I steal a kiss from you, and when we return to the capital, may I take your hand and invite you to dinner?"
"..." She paused still in her defensive pose.

"About that. If you are really serious about it. You should ask my father's approval first before you ask me for something like that and then I will think about it. You won't like it if you cross the line with an Ironside clan." She answered.
"I have... I might act like an idiot and act a fool, but I am not that idiotic. Some rules we must live by are crude, but they are there for a reason, and I try to abide by them. So, I asked your father before we departed if I could court you, he agreed due to my pedigree and relations to the king. He said that we could branch off into our own house should we wish." his hand was out towards her, and he moved his hand to his pocket to pull out another small letter with a stamp of her house as proof. "But he said it must be with your permission..."

"I would not mind crossing that line of the Ironside family, if it was to get you." he said relatively proud, "Plus my uncle would agree getting me father from his throne would be a better option than finding a way to kill me. I would have tried sooner, but, you typically are around others when chasing me. I am lucky that today, you decided to be more prepared than usual."

His hands went back out in front of them empty after he put the note away, "I was also hoping to ask, that if you opened your heart, and thought like I did without all the logic and reason for a moment, if you would be interested in the same?"

Louise was surely surprised especially since it had a seal, she couldn't deny that because she knows how authentic it is. She put down her defensive pose. "The authenticity of the seal... It seems that you are really that serious and you are related to the king. I came here to follow the step of my clan. I didn't think about the marriagement...." she said.

"That can wait, I just want to be close to you, and enjoy life with you some." he said not moving an inch, still there holding his hands to her, "I wanted to see... if you were also interested in the idea, even in the slightest with all we have been through. If there was even a chance that behind all of that logic, reason, behind that locked away mind, there was something that saw me in a similar way."
"I will ask you again before we continue our walk, may I steal a kiss from you? May I start a journey together with you at my side? I am not asking for your hand in marriage yet, I am just asking to take you to dinner."

"For the kiss... I'll save that and my answer. For now, I accept your offer for dinner." She replied.

He nodded, and he smiled a bit, then he heard something and turned his head as he dropped his hands, "I thank you Lady Louise, hopefully we will have time do such a thing when we get back."

He saw a rider, and the rider broke off when it saw them both.

"Sir Est Eluin, this is for you and your grandfather. You are to return immediately, read the letter." he said holding it out to the young squire.

The squire took the letter and slowly opened the wax seal with his fingernail, and he opened it up as his face almost sunk. He looked up at the man, "Go, ride, we will be with haste there..." and the rider did as told and continued down the pathway past the hamlet.

But Erwin looked over at Louise and just sighed, "hurry, get your things together, I will get grandfather... Hopefully, we can ride quickly enough for that dinner arrangement." he said in a worried laugh as he just started to move towards the hamlet, and then he almost went into a run, leaving Bread with her, "Get the horses, take Bread."

He stopped momentarily, turning, "I hope we can make that dinner... I enjoy being around you." he said before deadpan sprinting towards the manor house where his grandfather was.

Louise nodded at him. She took Bread to ride upon for the urgent call to make sure everything was prepared before they left the hamlet.

Divinus Mk. 8: The Eleventh Cycle (A God Roleplay)

In the vast emptiness of the fledging world, a single point of green emerged.

It was born from an impossibility. From coincidence. For a moment it was small, then tangles grew and filled up around. More and more. The green began to spread. Reaching further and further and further. It grew further and further. Slowly at first but with every pulse of growth it grew faster. Everytime its tendrils reached further.

Randomly at first, then with purpose. It wished to latch on to something. So this green growth could gain a shape, a purpose and then to consume what it had found so it could find its next host.

“Come.”

The green non-shape shuddered. It’s tendrils reached for the sound within the void. The one sign of something it could wrap itself around. Frantically and with desperation it reached out for it. Tendrils grew, created more shapeless green from which more tendrils reached further.

“Come.”

A single tendril made a leap of desperate faith. It could not see. It shouldn’t hear. Yet it touched whatever called to it. In a split second a ripple went through the shapeless green. It stopped growing. Then it started to collapse into itself. Again, first slowly, then faster and faster until the whole expanse it had once covered was void again. It had sacrificed all that it was, to become what it had to be.

The goddess saw, which was a new sensation. She felt, which was new as well. Before her she saw the scroll. No, the Khodex for it had given her its name. It bid her to fill it with her power and because it asked, she did. Her form glowed with an intense green light. Life was born and like before she had gained shape, she would stretch it across the worlds. Everywhere she would exist. In the deep and in the highest peaks. She’d be born a million times and stretch across the great void until all that was, was she.

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"Without the one before you, there is nothing for you to do."

There was something in the Khodex written after the form of life was gone from the Khodex. In fine print to life, there was an opposite, that was that of a force that entitled itself as death. It was an imitation, a new cycle beyond life, a goal, a reason to move forward.

From that moment in life, something was born beside her. It did not know what it was or where it was, but it held something inside of it that it did not know. It was shapeless; it was unknown to everything, including itself. The only thing it knew was the cold. It had no purpose at that moment. It drew something from an entity nearby, life as it believed her to be called, and a man was formed. Pale and youthful, the man looked with rounded ears, unlike the woman standing beside him. There were white flowing locks, bright blue eyes, and wild, unkept facial hair about him. He looked like a thousand things, but it was eerie, almost imitating the figure before him that he took his form. He liked the form; it was not the same, but imitation.

But, there was a cold to him, light and darkness in him, though he was pure in his motive, whatever that may have been. His eyes turned, as did his body, as he took in all that was around him. He saw life as it was, a beautiful thing and a thing that was meant to be cherished, and he cherished every sight he took in. His last sight was that of a woman, the reason he was here.

At that moment, he had a purpose. To create something just as beautiful.

His jaw unlocked, and he smiled brightly as he held a hand out to the woman before him. He stared around as he had his hand out, he knew he saw a woman before him, but he did not know anything else. He felt many things, and he knew he had a purpose that had to do with the figure in front of him. He knew she created everything around them, the life, but he wondered why he did not do the same or if he could.

His mouth closed, and he looked straight at her, white hair laying against him in a static standard, as if nothing around him affected him, as if he was old and dead but alive and youthful at the same time. His other hand moved up to his brow, and he tipped his head forward to touch it as his eyes closed, and then he placed his hand on his chest over his heart as he raised his eyelids to look back at her. A faint smile was on his face; it was something foreign to him, but it felt natural and needed in that moment.

When his hand on his heart reached out to her, he opened his palm and splayed it out so that it could cover all of his sight, all that he could see. He wanted to show her everything she already did, for it was something he could not. He wanted to see it again; he wanted to see it for himself because he knew she did not create him. He knew something else created him, but it was time to learn why; maybe this figure knew. Maybe, they could be friends.

Summary Allianthé

In the nothingness, something appears. A tiny green dot. It grows, sending tendrils into the void. It grows more, desperate to find something to latch on. It hears the call and responds. Almost desperately, it grows towards the Khodex and touches it. The moment Life touches the Khodex, it gains form. The ever-consuming green mass turns into Allianthé, who fills the Khodex with the concept of life and growth. Exactly how she wants it.

Summary Szukaj-życia

From the moment life is created in the Khodex, more is written in response to mimic life after life, a parallel to it, but also forming an orb of white and darkness. Responding to the birth of Allianthé, Szukaj-życia is born. A mimic of life, and in mimicking life, the orb shifts from mass to a humanoid form with flowing white hair, white eyes, and rounded ears. He knows only that he wishes to do what feels unnatural to him.

Might

-4 from both due to inital Khodex entry

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He patted the air above Faline as she became quiet after speaking of a warrior. He smiled, "All greatness passes, like water in a river; it passes by quickly, but is precious to everything that needs it. But something comes better down the stream, like yourself, young Faline." He rocked a bit as he moved forward behind and to the side of her, "It could be considered pride, it could be considered a hardship... But, while grief can be good, be blessed to know that it is a part of your life, to begin with. Celebrate that, and hope that it shows in others around you Young Faline."

He just smiled down at her with rosy cheeks underneath that thickly bearded demeanor; he looked jolly with the intent of happiness, "It is like a fish trying to fly; only if flying is in its name does it do so, but they still try to fly, and they soar higher with each jump out of the water. It is a beautiful and hopeful thing to see something that would be hard to achieve tried so many times. But you can fly should you wish." He tried to joke if he could adequately make jokes, let alone metaphors that made sense to all but those who likely lacked good sanity.

He looked at the trees and frowned as he slowly placed his hand forward protectively; he noticed no birds. Birds were always a good sign; hearing them sing and listening to their beauty is priceless, but when they are gone, something is wrong. All warriors knew that, if anything moved, birds stopped singing. He saw the finger go to the lip, but also realized that if the birds had stopped, they were likely being watched or at least listen for too. He wanted to seem as if he was crouching down to clear brush or something so that he may sit, but in reality, he realized that this mission was likely to have problems from the first day.

He just stopped and crouched down a bit to place his hand to the ground, and he listened; he did not do much moving, "For those, who wish to take a break, I would suggest getting beside me. It will be cold soon." he said as he looked over at Faline. His other hand slipping towards his helmet under his cloak, as his other hand went to his sword. Not pulling it out completely, but then "Do you hear birds, or are they just listening to our song? So quiet and tender they are to let us have our way with the beauty of the forest."

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Erwin

Name: Erwin Est Eluin

Species: Human

Age: 20

Gender: Male

Appearance:
Height : 6'2
Weight : 190-210 lbs
Skin color : fair
Hair Color : Blonde
Eye Color : Blue

A young blond-haired man with a vague resemblance to the king. He has a youthful look, maybe the age of nineteen or twenty. But, soft of face, he doesn't have too many distinguishing factors about him. He looks like a standard young squire, almost like a template for a young German man with some medieval armor and clothes.

But he is often found wearing rather well-off clothing made of suitable cloth materials, dyed, and with good stitching that is hardly visible or edging around it.

He is often found wearing reds and blues together, which is his typical clothing, but there is also typically a form of leather vest or leather padding and armor that covers him. Should he be traveling or in the thought of combat/training, he will typically be in metal plate armor, similar to those of the late medieval/early modern northern Italian.

Bio: Growing up in royalty and nobility, he grew up relatively pomp. Enjoying a relative life of luxury alongside traders and those in the elite. He would serve his uncle well, primarily under his grandfather, as a direct guard and assistant. He would become a squire and serve under knights, King Guard, and local Life Guard units. But this is almost the entirety of his life, being within guard units, parties, and the higher life of the kingdom.

But, when he turned eleven, he truly began life; that was when he didn't grow. He learned to read and write but didn't do much else. Thus, his life was delegated to parties and fighting. Two things that he did well and that he enjoyed. He grew bored and highly arrogant; his grandfather kept him relatively tame, but his ego and size would cause him to become a brat in all sense of the word. He grew and became a strong warrior in the guard, fighting and being able to best a good portion of his allies within the guard.

Growing to an 'older' age, he would be farther away from his friends and such, along with his grandfather and his company, until they were told to return to the capital as his uncle summoned them. He was told to see the king. It was also to get him away from the others and to make less of an embarrassment to the family due to his drunkenness and tomfoolery in political talks.

Passives:
Weapon Master - He knows how to use almost any weapon, from muskets and bows to swords and spears. However, he prefers a sword and halberd.
Armor Master - He can wear most armor without it hindering his movement.
Heavy Drinker - He can drink a lot.

Spells: None

Equipment:
Flintlock rifle - A flintlock musket barrel loading, non-rifled and socket ring for a socket bayonet.
Powder flask - Flask of gunpowder
Socket Bayonet - A bayonet that fits around the barrel but cannot be used as a knife.
Steel Bastard Sword - a hand-in half-sword of a decently long length, a relatively generic sword in all comparison, but it does have a small crested pommel with a bear upon it.
Steel Plate Armor and Armet Helmet - standard medieval armor, styled as if in Northern Italy.
Steel hatchet - a small axe typically used for cutting wood but can be used as a weapon on short notice.
Steel off-knife - a utilitarian knife that can be used for self-defense or many reasons on short notice.
Leather side bag - A good purpose draw bag to hang over the shoulder or on a belt.
Backpack and pack roll - a backpack and sleeping roll for storage.
Cooking kit - standard military cooking kit, small metal pan/fork to put over a fire.

Other: For the most part is just a common elite who is into being an officer, and soldiery.

Thernous

Name: Thernous Est Eluin

Species: Human

Age: 76

Gender: Male

Appearance:
Height : 5'7
Weight : 140 lbs
Skin : Pasty white
Hair Color : White
Eye Color : Blue

An aging man who has seemed to have done much in his life. He is thick but aged, but for his age, he is still up and moving decently well. However, he is typically seen with a staff to walk with, a friendly wooden staff with a metal curve moving about it that is likely a bisthmus-bronze, that ends near the bottom of the staff. But aside from that, it's typically robes often found in a court, or in a man who is a dignitary to those outside of the court in foreign counties or in the outer lands.

But when traveling, he usually wears drab-colored clothing that won't get dirty on horseback or while walking—usually robes, tunics, and cloaks.

Bio: At a young age, he took to books while his nephew grew into a great man; he continued his life in his father's libraries. When he was young, when wars and trials arose, he saw his country grow into something beautiful. While he often didn't fight, he was found to be a good and wise young man to send as dignitaries, as an olive branch of peace, or as a hand of coin for trade. His primary task to his kingdom was to be one who talked and made things better, and he traveled far and wide to some places most of his kingdom did not know about.

But, since his youth, he has been advising those in his kingdom, specifically his family, in their business and running of their lands and people. But recently, he has been taking care of his younger grandson, keeping him away from many things, and making sure that his lifestyle does not get out of hand to teach the man some wisdom to the world. But, when it comes to it, he and his grandson are sent back to the capital to do his work once again for his uncle.

Passives:
Wisdom of age : He shows as an entity of simplicity and good; while he is ancient and caring, he tends to be a source of wisdom even if he doesn't speak.

Humbling approach : He tends to be a very lovely individual, seems humble, and can make even small things humble.

Scholar of engineering and trades : he tends to study trades, architecture, and arts, and he tries to be something beyond to assist those in the world, but he also uses it with magic, putting logic to something magical.

Spells:
Healing Hand : He can heal wounds, and with his knowledge and scholar, can combine it with essential medication.

Heating Hand : his hands can heat up, it can warm up small things, or assist in cleaning wounds.

Natural thought : He can calm his mind, and use the weave to allow him to see a situation clearly and relentlessly, but it also allows for an intelligence to arise when doing math.

Hand of fire : He is able to throw fire from his hands, but he often does not do it wildly like a pyromancer, he often confines it to small areas similar to a heating hand, where he can make clean cuts in flesh, stone, or other small objects, it makes it easy to craft, or shape blocks when building. But he also can cauterize wounds, and, if left untamed, spews fire, can also be transmuted through his staff's end.

Equipment:
Scholarly/Noble robes - Robes found for those of a high status.
Staff - a walking staff that he can push magic through should it be needed.
Satchel - a small leather satchel
Tea set - a metal tea set with eight cups and a tea set.
Tea pouch - a pouch full of tea leaves
Cooking set - a few pans, a pot, cooking utensils
Blanket rolls - several for sitting, several for sleeping.

Other: Often, he drinks tea and other warm drinks while on the road; he often does not fight or do many things besides talk and be a source of information.