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Legend of Renalta 2: Reborn

I'm mostly in awe we've already seen 2 Hank posts. That's kind of a record ;p

I'll probably be posting Thursday or Friday. Thinking town square or inn, but who knows.

Legend of Renalta 2: Reborn

I'd make a lizardman slavetrader/owner but I don't feel like counting slots.

Frozen is overrated

I thought it went way too far too with it's musical which consisted of songs so generic and frequent there was no heart to it at all. And then there's the completely forgettable characters, except the worst comic foil I've seen in a while, but he ain't memorable in a good way.

The Library

Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon

Valor hesitated; his grip on Fran tightened as he lifted her into the air in front of him to obstruct Emily from firing another arrow. Diane's continued singing put the armour further on the edge, “Stand down and leave!” He commanded again. Even if Emily promised to help them, her words had very little promise to Valor... “Your friend has already tried that. The armour growled, referring to Fran.

It was then that the ghosts of Octal and Eight jumped up and attempted to undo the chains their wrappings around Fran. Their small fingers crept between the chains and Fran's skin slowly, Eight's attempts naturally being more successful than the holder's. It seemed that even if these ghosts were unable to overpower Valor, they would buy Fran's survival some more time. However, the librarians either needed to lower their threat level or finish the spirit off. There was no more time for games...

As was completely evident by Steve's violent assault. Unlike Valor, Steve had no hesitation. The ragworm's blades tore through Vignar's skin; and as it landed it would constrict him into yet another deadly embrace... Truly this fight had to end... The scent of blood made the werecats outside of the isolated cage begin to grow excited... As some of them even left the shades they'd been laying in...

Rendezvous Crash

“Why, I swore I've discussed this with your father before...” The don murmured, as he eyed Bishop and her companions suspiciously. For a brief moment he made eye-contact with each and every one of them, as if foltering them all for information... “It is no different,” Giovani eventually gave in has he placed a hand on his forehand. “As Alex and I discussed, while the Lorenzo family is occupied with it's own operations, we will organise Midenze to take away their control and seize their territory; their control of the underworld will be ours... Just imagine what we can do with their resources at our command. You will become a rich woman, miss Bishop. You and your father will have no financial or moral limits to your research, when I come to rule this land.” The don tipped his fingers on his chair, and took a second to breathe as he studied Bishop again...

“Though I'm not certain why Alex would keep this from you...” He mumbled to himself again. “Where is your father at present, miss?” Giovani Celino asked.

Andre, in his circling through the room, would possibly even recognise more. The name 'Lorenze', which Giovani Celino had mentioned earlier, was one he had read before in the documents of the sewer. It was one of the biggest families in the mafia, and the head was father to Liaison... Although there was no proof of the head of department's involvement with the mafia; something had set the rebels off... But these were in the documents of the same rebels who had been supplied by Aegis corp; Alexander Bishop's company.

As well, Andre found, between the birds, family portraits of the Don. It was the pudgy man, a wife that was presumably ten years younger, and three girls... One of which their faces was familiar to the rook...

Meanwhile, Vologhn's threads outside warned him that the guard outside was listening closely, pressing his ear against the door. They were being eavesdropped, but what did that mean? More men gathered at the back of the door; meaning that would no longer be a valid exit... The birds in the room felt the gathering also and began to act uneasy. Some of them took a particular interest in Vologhn, as he weaved. They didn't know what he was doing, but the act of weaving put them on alert.

RPing characters with mental illnesses

To realistically write a character with mental illness, you must understand that said condition is a core element of who they are and not just an add-on. It affects how you think, perceive, feel and decide every day, every waking minute. To this end it's advisable to do a lot of research to make a believable character, as well as try to keep the number of conditions low as one by itself is often already crippling. For example, a person with ADHD lacks the focus to write a long, coherent response. A character with PTSD is going to be banned from any kind of combat scenario, etc. That's stuff you have to think about when you're writing your character. The more you pile up, the less likely a functional, or even breathing individual comes out of it for you to RP with.

The Library

And mine as well, I'm guessing. I'll have it up tomorrow, probably.

Legend of Renalta 2: Reborn

Biographical Section

Name: Esyllt Boudica
Age: 21
Race: Human
Sex: Female
Appearance: Without armour, with armour
Homeland: Renalta

History

For years, there has been tension on the border between Renalta and Liveria. Edmundal and Pennwic, respectively were two towns on this border where the possibility of conflict constantly cast it's shadow over the civilians. The lord of Pennwic desired the farmlands of Edmundal, and because of his greater wealth, he had greater military power and pushed forth into Renaltan territory. Edmundal could not fight on equal footing with it's Liverian rivals. At least, not traditionally.

Enter Cynbel Boudica, a young man known as one of many urchins in the streets of Edmundal. Cynbel had lost his parents to the conflict between his hometown and Pennwic. As Edmundal grew more desperate, Cynbel sought to experiment with his birth-gift; that of magic. Although he had received minimal training, Cynbel was prepared to risk his body and mind to turn the tide. He studied golemancy from books and scrolls he'd stolen from a passing merchant. He'd study them deep into the night, and in spite of many experiments having blown up in his face, the (now charred) hands of Cynbel created his first golem after a mere two months. Although it was but an inch tall, this would spell the beginning of a new resistance.

While he had used the souls of small animals for his first experiments, to create a golem that could be deployed in combat Cynbel required souls of something larger and smarter than alley-cats. Human experimentation, however, was outlawed. When Cynbel presented his designs to the court, he was denounced as wicked and locked away. However, one of the Edmundal lord's sons saw potential in Cynbel. Even imprisoned, this son saw to it Cynbel had materials to experiment further as well as access to prisoners of war and covered for Cynbel in order to not cast suspicion on him.

When Cynbel created his first golem fueled by a human soul, he was brought back to demonstrate it's power. The golem was stronger and more resilient than any of the lord's men, and as their battle was a losing one, the lord gave in to desperation and allowed Cynbel to pursue his research and the creation of more warmachines. Under the condition his work was kept underground.

Thanks to the golems, Edmundal gained the upper hand. They drove Pennwic from their lands. However, it did not end there. Edmundal gave pursuit and many skirmishes were fought until Pennwic surrendered. Edmundal demanded a portion of Pennwic's lands to pay for it's damages, which it received. The population was exalted, as not only had they extracted their revenge; their market had conquered the share of a competitor. Wealth laid in prospect and all the credit for it went to the lord. Cynbel's involvement was forever kept a secret to the general populace.

Perhaps this was for the best for everyone. The civilians knew too little about magic to suspect the true nature of golemancy. Not only had prisoners of war been used to fuel their victory, they had picked urchins off the streets and used fatally wounded soldiers from their very own army. It was the darkest secret Edmundal had ever had, and the name Cynbel Boudica faded into obscurity.

As time passed and the heroes of Renalta returned and reformed the kingdom, the lord of Edmundal did not fit in the queens their new vision. He was replaced by his son, adourned Wulfric the second, who did remember who they owed the war to. He searched for Cynbel to bestow upon him the honour of knight, but to the young lord's surprise, Cynbel was nowhere to be found.

Having died to the wounds of his experiments, what was left of Cynbel's legacy were a widow and a daughter. Lord Wulfric, indebted to the man, took both women in his care and made them part of his household. The girl, Esyllt, was treated as one of the lord's very own daughters. In her father's place, she was taught the ways of a knight and received the title to accompany her training. However this was but the beginning young Esyllt's journey.

When she was taken in, the then thirteen year old girl was quickly discovered to have peculiar gifts. She could occasionally foresee the future and telepathically share her thoughts with others. This lead the Wulfric to recognise she had inherited her father's talents and he assigned sages to teach her to wield her gift. Esyllt's life was filled with training in various disciplines; her divination, telepathy, golemancy and swordsmanship were all to unfold, and additionally she was taught etiquette, the harp, the managing of a household, and many more skills that would be expected from a noblewoman. Esyllt studied obediently, thankful for the kindness of lord Wulfric and remembering the alternative of having lived in the slums with her mother, had the lord not found them.

When Esyllt turned sixteen years of age, lord Wulfric deemed her old enough to learn the truth about her father and her gift. When she learned of the inhumane her father had practiced before her, Esyllt began to develop a duality towards her gifts. She continued her studies, struggling to learn how to extract souls and deploy puppets. At her twenty-first, she was knighted and finally became independent. Although Wulfric had much more knowledge to offer her, Esyllt decided she had to put her mind at ease.

The new knight put her skills to the test. She took her duty of protection her lord and the civilians very seriously and joined squads that defended settlements from beasts and bandits. Being able to be of assistance without relying on her forbidden gift, Esyllt became much more at ease. She had even planned to return to Wulfric's side to continue her studies in the arcane. However it would not be, as the Queens of Renalta had sent word of an invasion... And requested Edmundal's help.

Edmundal had forged great relationships with the royal family and as a token of that, Wulfric dispatched many of his knights to join the Queen's blades. Including his own sons and Esyllt. Along with her fellow knights, Esyllt swore an oath the the queens and their ideals, and so signed to fight for not only the sake of Edmundal, but for that of all Renalta. Perhaps even the world...

Motivation: Oath of loyalty to the royal house of Renalta, as well as a devotion to it's ideals.

Stats & Traits

General

• Defender
• Raw Talent
• Wisened (Golemancy, Necromancy)
• Awakened Meditation

Achievement

• Guardian
  When protecting another, you have a greater chance at successfully defending both yourself and the person or thing you are hoping to keep safe. (Minor bonus to defense when guarding someone or something.)
• Golemancy I
  After seeing a magnificently sized golem get blown to bits, you have realized that if you can build one, and bring it with you, then you might not have to summon one on the fly, and risk its destruction before it can finish forming. (Can now start a mission with a golem premade. While it has a sustained cost like other golems, it does not continue to drain the user to keep it active.)

Unique

• Pocket Dimension
  Enables the wielder of this trait to store objects and (willing or unconscious) creatures in an ethereal plane and summon them by her side at will. Time stands still in this plane and is sealed so that none but it's mistress can access it; a seal that can only be broken by death.
• Non-magic Telepathy
  Telepaths can communicate over long distances with other telepaths or short distances with non-telepaths. They can read the surface thoughts of people they come into skin contact with, and can “mine” for deeper thoughts if they can hold a person down for a few minutes, though this is generally uncomfortable for both involved. Telepaths are also capable of leaving thoughts of torture, pain, and nightmares using the same “mining” method, and in this way can turn some people into deranged vegetables. Most importantly, because it’s a biological defect and not a magical one, this does not set off the senses of nearby mages.
  Level Up: Can now telepathically communicate with souls bound to her (either a character making that contract voluntarily, or through a soulstone). This allows Esyllt to see or listen through the senses of another.
• Spellforge
  Allows you to imbue your equipment with known magic. In Esyllt's case, this allows her to mold armour in shape as if it were a golem and even make it move as one or add leeching or infective effects to her equipment.

Equipment

• Sword
• Shield
• Full plate armour
• Private dimension carrying various items and building blocks for golems...

Personal Section

Romance: Whatever happens happens. Hate to use the cliché but I prefer to go into the game open-minded.
Does the Kouri Plushie exist?: For now...

Signature: Kestrel

Legend of Renalta 2 (Dark Fantasy)

Sarzu said
By diplomacy you mean acting like a harlot and just seduce/get into bed everything that walked on two legs, yes? :p (estimated time of slap to the back of my head by the time Andrea reads this post)

Run you fool.

Seirei no Tsumi: Sin Of The Spirit.

This kind of chaos was free pickings for Haru, the mayhem lead to nobody paying attention to the young man. A wallet here, a watch there, he could have been in crow-heaven with all the shiny things up for grabs. However, that wasn't what he was after. If Haru could get his hands on the terrorist, he'd have more than lodging money and a meal. Normally, this would have been an easy task, mass confusion was his playground and there were enough willing distractions. What worried Haru however, was the sniper... From the angle of the shot and the environment being a park, Haru could only guess the sniper had stationed himself in a building up high... Which was a far bit further away than twenty meters. Should he take the risk, or count his blessings and leave with just the gun?

As it turned out, that wasn't a decision Haru had to make, as another connector managed to knock out the terrorist leader. Aparently by knocking himself out. “Snap...” Haru bit his lip, there were far more men with peculiar powers in these parts of the world than where he came from. “Way to steal my thunder, captain black out.” He muttered to himself.

Even so, none of them had done anything about the biggest problem yet; the sniper. Everyone was still in the open, or in other words; completely vulnerable!... The sniper focused on gunning down the private dancer slash police officer and some punk with a sword, and, if Haru's train of thought was right, thereby choosing to exclusively support the big man rather than all the small fry... Which was made evident by many of them being slain left and right earlier by the punk, without any counter-measure... This wasn't over.

Haru knew only one real way to end this quickly; get the terrorist leader out of the sniper's scope. However that wasn't something he could easily by himself. Not without getting shot in the process at least. He looked around to see if there was anything to use... The bomb-vests left behind by slain terrorists? An explosion to obscure the sniper's vision wouldn't last long enough. The ice of the Tsurara? Well there were some options... Any good sniper, as he assumed this one at noon, would have the sun in his back, meaning that if they had a way to reflect the light...

“Hey there, 'cuse me, officer.” Haru approached one of the Tsurara after dropping from his tree and weaving through the chaos. “I normally don't do this, but I'm letting you in on a magic trick.” Haru caught up with the young woman and after a split second of eye-contact, explained his plan.

“If you can make me real smooth ice real quick, we can take care of this sniper issue. He's in one of those buildings over there and his only job is covering for terrorist beardface, if you'll trust my hunch. Your boss-lady leaps dimensions right? If you and I make the man stare indirectly into the sun, she can make sure the guy won't have a next shot. And don't you worry,” He said, suddenly flexing four pairs of arms, “I can hold up any gigantic mirror you conjure, no sweat.”