Karos

General Fantasy RP

Astaria

Welcome to Astaria, a land of magic, fantasy and intrigue. I'm looking for a small party no more than four other players to take part in a somewhat traditional medieval fantasy RP.

The main sources of inspiration for this RP include: The Elder Scrolls (particularly Skyrim, but bits of the other games too), Lord of the Rings, Greek and Roman Myth, and D&D 4th Ed (I know, it's not the best but it's what I've got).

I'm leaving this quite open to new ideas for now, whilst I've got a few elements together I really want to make something that'll be fun for you the players. So please feel free to throw out any ideas you have and we can take a look at it.

Here's some general information though just to get things started:

Races
Humans
Elves
Halflings
Dwarves
Dragonborn
(Half breeds between some of these races are possible, just run them by me first.)

In addition characters may choose to suffer (or gain, depending on your perspective) from Vampirism or Lycanthropy.

Magic
Magic is split into various schools, a mage who is skilled in destruction magic (fireballs, lightning bolts etc) may be completely useless in divination. Broadly speaking Mages won't know more than two schools of magic, although very powerful mages may pick up the odd lower tier spell from other schools here and there.

Character Creation
In order to ensure that the party is somewhat balanced, I'll be checking the various sheets you submit. When I put up the full page, I'll include a list with the classes needed (fighter, mage, healer etc). You'll be able to put forward a character for any of the available roles on a first come first served basis.

The World Map
http://worldgen.bin.sh/fantasy.cgi?queue_id=56a4ada102d88eeb&t=1453632929

The City of White Marble

No, I'll just have to try and work out how Amon will react. I guess later it won't be as much of a problem though.

The City of White Marble

Sorry that response is sooooo bad, but Naya's actions really caught Amon (and by extension me! :p ) off balance.

The City of White Marble

Amon simply freezes as Naya runs her hands over him, he scowls behind his shroud and hood but makes no comment, at least until Naya finishes talking.

'Take, your, hands out of there' Amon's words takes on a very authoritative tone and he seemed even more serious than before. 'The fence as you put it, is called ringmail. It is armour, clothing designed to stop the wearer being injured in battle, now please take your hand away. I will warn you now, if you do things like that in the city you shan't be there long'.

The City of White Marble

Yeah… just a tad, might have to gimme a while to come up with a response to that. :P

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@FateWeaver Yeah we're still running.

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The City of White Marble

Equally short post, but to be expected. Soon we'll get to some longer bits.

The City of White Marble

Amon watches Naya pull the garment on, as one of his spares it is far too big for her and doesn't sit properly but he knows it will do its job well enough. Having pulled the hood and shroud on Naya asks 'Is the council your coven?', an odd question he thought to himself. The idea of a coven seemed quite esoteric to him, brining to mind images of secreted and hidden mages trying to hide from their pursuers. He doesn't answer as she steps towards Ormuzhd laying a hand on the huge lizard before looking up at him, 'I've never ridden an animal before. How am I supposed to get on?' she inquires.

Amon smiles behind his own hood and shroud, he points to a stirrup on the side of Ormuzhd's saddle. 'I will offer you my hand, put your right foot in the stirrup and step up, then put your left leg over the other side. Then you best hold on tightly to me else you'll likely fall off at quite some speed' he replied.

He offered his hand to Naya, waiting for her to do as he instructed.

The City of White Marble

Amon smiled behind his shroud, glad that Naya was willing to talk. He preferred talking to needless violence, but he wouldn't have hesitated to use his powers had it been necessary. The lightning in his off hand dissipates, the crackling arcs slowly fading. He swings Ra'Kes in a graceful arc as though he is going to flick the fire off of the blade, but instead the fire dissipates rising into the air above the blade before vanishing.

He listens to the woman's words, and notes the salute she makes pressing two fingers to her lips before moving them to rest over her heart. He replies in kind taking his right hand balling it into a fist and placing it over his heart bowing his head, before returning to stand as before.

He continues to listen as Naya explains who she is and where she is from, Amon doesn't know the place but he recognises a few words: coven, witch, Belladonna. He thinks back to where he read those words, in his mind he pictures an old ledger long ensconced in dust with a cracked leather cover.

He returned his full focus to Naya as she remarked 'I didn't want to tell you because I thought you were human and might try to hurt them. Forgive me, I didn't know that there were any male witches'.

Amon walks over to Ormuzhd the salamander having finished the jam has rested his head on the ground again the delicate glass jar resting between his huge feet. Amon picks up the jar, before turning back to Anya to reply 'Not all those without the gift of mage-blood wish to hurt mage-kind, but you are right to be cautious. As for this witch term you use, I believe the male alternative is warlock?' Amon spoke the words witch and warlock slower than the rest of his sentence, making it quite obvious he'd only seen the words written down before. 'If you are seeking shelter then you can come with me, I will take you to the city and the Council will be able to help you. They are always willing to help fellow mage-kind when they can, although they will refer to you as a sorceress not as witch, it is merely our way'.

With that Amon turned once more and walked over to Ormuzhd, he then clambered onto the lizards back and settle himself in the front half of the saddle. He ran one hand down Kalophis back stroking the feathers softly, the hawk cawed once and took to the skies. Amon still sat in the saddle turned to look at Naya still stood in the shade of the boulder he'd found her under. Then he reached down, he opened a pack attached to the side of Ormuzhd's saddle and pulled out a long cloth hood and shroud, the material was light and was dyed grey. 'Here' he threw it to Naya 'You will need this if you're to ride with me, else you'll be as much sand as flesh and blood by the time we reach the city.'