Kronshi

⇜ Deicide ⇝ [Dark Fantasy Isekai]

His hand had started to numb as if it was falling asleep. Maybe the spear had affected him more than he thought but this still wasn't much to be concerned about and besides, the shaman seemed capable of reversing the effects so if things got worse then he could probably ask for her assistance. He wouldn't notice as the feeling got stronger and spread up his arm, instead listening to the bald girl sing his praises. He thought it overzealous, and maybe a bit disingenuous, but if her aim was to flatter him then he didn't mind the attempt.

"Ah, I only did what I felt was right but if you genuinely wish to reward me then I believe there can never be enough allies in a situation like this. So how about we be fri-..hnggh.." The numbing had spread to his neck, where it sent a shock up to his head and down his spine in an instant. The headache was excruciating, and the shock caused his back to seize as his legs went numb. It was like he was being electrocuted by his own magic all over, but why? Did the wind here hate him that much, was it a side-effect of the spear, or maybe this place itself?

One of his knees gave as he dropped to it, catching his fall with his unaffected hand. He bent his head to touch the ground hoping that maybe more contact points with the ground would help disperse it but that seemed to be pointless. He would almost feel insulted by the girl he helped ignoring him but he could slightly make out that she had begun speaking to someone else before he even finished the sentence he was trying to say before this pain struck him. Putting his ear to the ground, he could look up at the group to see they were all looking up at something higher but at what he couldn't determine.

”K̴͉̫̘̖͎̣͚͈͖͗̀̒́̄͐͌̒̚͘͜͠r̴̨̛̳̞̝͇̂̈́͌͘͘͝͝ē̵̡̪͇̫̟͈͕̥̣͖͚͚̱̖͛̚͠ͅȩ̷̞̅́̍̔̏̈̈́͘̚͝e̴͕̤͗͒̓̄͋̀̔̉̕͝ȩ̴̡̡̧̦̺̫͈̱̱̱̣̝̠̿̾̏͆ͅę̶̙̼̘̺̝̣̜͍͈̻̭̓̔͐͊̌̍̈́͒͐̎́̚̚e̷̢̥̞̠͕̰̙̻̥̫͚͙̿͗̊́͜ȩ̵̗̟̘͗̕͜ͅe̵̼̖̱̖̰͕̳̹͌̒̑͊́̎̀̋̕͜͜a̶̡̪̯̭̹̳̎͗̾̈́̊̒̽̇ͅů̸̢̫͎̖̱̈́̽͜g̸̡̛̦͍̲͖͔̿̽̈́ͅh̸͙̦̹̙̙̉̓̐̎͐͆͊̈͝!”

The fear that cry instilled numbed him further and he dropped fully to the ground, but at least that caused the shocking and trembling to cease. He could finally stand and look up at the horror before him. A hail of flames rained down around the group but for some reason the ones directly above the group seemed to smack into nothing a little ways above them before they would return to their sender up above. A spell of some kind was protecting them, but he couldn't ascertain the methodology. If it was wind, then wouldn't the flames be pushed around or simply have their trajectory warped if it was space? A combination spell perhaps? If only he could remember more of from his lessons than the basics of the elements.

No matter, there were more important things for him to consider. Who was their assailant, who would fight and who wouldn't, who needed protection? Could he even fight? If it wasn't the spear that caused that backlash of magic, then all he would be capable of doing is crippling himself again. But without it, he had no way to fight back or protect himself. He would have to save his electricity and wind as a last resort. Assuming the winds of this land simply deny him and not the world itself, he could still generate heat which probably wouldn't be too useful against a being that wields it like this. But maybe there was still some way he could help, and he turned towards the man with Heat in his blood.

"Hey you, with the flaming head! I saw you grab one of those fires. Were they hot? If so, I should be able to draw Heat out of them and make them fizzle. That should be more effective than blocking them from reaching the ground right?"

⇜ Deicide ⇝ [Dark Fantasy Isekai]

The soldier's speed was a stark reminder of something he had forgotten along with his memories, that there are those like him that act before anyone else has the time to think. The spear-point was already pressed against his neighbor's neck before he even realized the soldier had moved. His mind raced to solve the predicament he found himself in but there were too many variables and not enough intel. Would the others be his ally's if things came to blows? Did this man have any experience battling mages? Could he have had magic himself, innate or learned? That movement didn't seem natural, so it could have been an application of Space and Wind to shift one's location through the air.

Then there was the spear itself. As it did not appear of wooden or metallic origin, his magic would ultimately accomplish nothing. Stone doesn't react much to heat nor does it conduct electricity well. At least electricity has a visual effect, and thus could be used for intimidation purposes. A show of force that would allow him some level of control over the conflict sense he certainly wouldn't have the strength to pry it from the soldier's hands.

While he thought, the other guard had come back out and disrupted the focus of the soldier. Before he could think of anything else, he reached out and grabbed the spear halfway between its middle and its point. Electricity crackled from his hand as he stared down the soldier. He applied enough pressure backwards to show that his intent was not to push the spear away but simply to resist it pressing further and that he would redirect its trajectory should the soldier lunge anyways.

"Know this, if you wish to fight then it will be with me and not her."

”𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐥, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐢𝐥,”

So, the soldier's name was Meko. It was a sting to learn someone else's name before you even learned your own. The new woman, that he believes is likely the shaman that Meko had mentioned for the brother to fetch, had ordered the soldier to stand down. He released his grip on the spear immediately so as to let Meko obey the shaman, unsure of why he assumed the shaman's words held so much weight.

As the shaman warned to leave the spears untouched, he noticed another woman begin to act strangely. She seemed confused and disoriented and the arm she was holding a spear with had looked starkly different then the other. He looked towards his own hand and while it had only been a few seconds, he had to admit that there was a cold numbness to his palm. However, he was uncertain whether there were any aesthetic differences as his scarred hand was already rough and blackened before he touched the spear.

Meanwhile, the man that he could only assume had the blood of Heat as his face was alight with flame had walked up to the afflicted woman and was asking her to reach in to his skull. That's when he remembered that during his previous delirium that of the people that had went ahead of him, one had kept grabbing spears and stabbed themself in the... Oh no, that can't be good.

⇜ Deicide ⇝ [Dark Fantasy Isekai]

The Air Feels Wrong

Ash, Smoke, Heat

His eyes struggled to open due to the suffocating atmosphere as he began to rise from the ground. Wiping away the soot from his eyes and coughing up the thick air to try and get something better to his lungs, he hadn't realized that the others had already started to move away from him. He needed to compose himself but every breath felt jagged and hot. A scene plays in his head, foggy and distant, but on repeat with new details being showed to him each time. Feel the heat and then channel the wind, that's what he needed right now, some wind and with it fresh air. It took time, and genuine effort to muster up even the smallest of gusts but he managed to push away the filth and inhale some stale but unpolluted air.

Something's off. I should be, more, connected, with the wind. Is it not, in my blood? This isn't right, this isn't my wind. I have no connection to it. My magic is weaker wherever this is.

Magic? Right, I was a mage. My teacher, showed me how to escape the limits of my heritage. But now, I'd do anything to have it's benefit again.

My body, looks different? Doesn't it? I'm older, than I was in that memory. What happened before that? And how much happened after it? How old am I now? These, scars, they're new, aren't they?

His hand follows a dark jagged scar that contrasts his marble-colored skin as it extends up from his fingertips and all the way to his elbow. Then there was the circular scar in his abdomen, where he imagined a spear stabbing him but missing his vitals. Paired with a few sword scars here and there, he could tell this body had been in a few fights since last he had it. Who was he fighting though, and over what? He was a student, not a soldier, and he rarely traveled so he couldn't imagine having been to combat or being set upon by bandits and yet the scars remained. So who could have caused them? How much had his life changed since that first important lesson. Whatever the case may be, he couldn't just stand here. It was important to keep moving and gather as much information as he could now that he had so little.

He moved to rejoin the group that had been around him not too long ago. I wasn't hard to find them as they didn't move too far and they weren't the quietest bunch. He just barely made out one saying something that felt like a threat and then another of the group, a woman, chastising the man for it.

Everyone seemed out of sorts and most seemed unwilling to speak, except one who seemed unwilling to stop speaking now that she had started. She may have been a little unhinged in his opinion, but she was asking all the right questions. And then some. He had decided to walk up to her side as a way of showing some support towards what she had asked or at least to some of it being answered. He normally wouldn't be so quiet, but he was hoping someone would answer those questions first. There was one question though that demanded being asked that the talkative one hadn't...

"Does anyone, remember their name?"

⇜ Deicide ⇝ [Dark Fantasy Isekai]

Electrocution

Sorry, It's Huge: Character Physical Appearance

Sorry, It's Huge 2: Character Attire and General Vibes

Age of Death: — 26
Gender: — Male
Race: — Half-Elemental
Psychology: — There is a time and a place for words and a time and place for action. He believes in no such distinction and is likely to be found lecturing someone as he kicks their ass or running into trouble while relaying his plans as opposed to before. He is quick-witted, brash, and temperamental but inside of that is a naivety that the right words can change anyone's mind.

⑇⑉What You Remember⑉⑈

^{{Heat, Wind, And The Favor Of A Mentor}}
The Eiraenn University of Arcana and Elementa was a prodigious magic academy located within the capital of his kingdom. It was during his first year of his enrollment and he had already found a teacher that he truly resonated with. Most assumed having elemental blood meant that your arcane focus would be limited to the nature of your heritage, but this teacher expected more and he wanted to be capable of more. So here he was, at a private tutoring session with his mentor, learning how to grasp at connection points between elements and arrive at complex expressions.

The teacher reminded him that his heritage gave him a knack for the wind, but to start there would be to lock himself in to his core. Start with the element of the sun and flames, of rage and compassion, heat. Feel the heat that his body exuded and cloak his arms in its aura and then, once it is embodied, channel the wind through it and create something new. Electricity.

⑴ Conductive Magic - He is capable of channeling winds around himself that can at most kick of a dirt cloud and heating objects up that he touches to the point that wood ignites or metal can cause first degree burns, but most importantly he can generate an electric charge at a short range of about 5 feet that's about as strong as a low-grade taser.

⑵ Elemental Knowledge - He retains the knowledge of the elemental patterns and how they intermingle to create hybrids, but with no fundamental magical knowledge this only serves as an analysis tool of other's magic instead of means to design new spells.

⑇⑉What You Don’t ⑉⑈

^{{I Will Take All Of You With Me}}
Beheading is too good for him, he will suffer death by electrocution. That was the judgement given out by the king himself. His heritage and training made him highly resistant to electricity magic, so the message was clear. We will torture him until he breaks, and then continue until his body inevitably fails. A crime he did not commit, and worse, one that he was framed for by the man he trusted most. The princess's body was unrecognizable and his mentor had done more than just kill her. But the teacher was highly respected, and the jagged burned scars left on her body were similar to those he would have left on enemy soldier's during the war.

On the day of his execution, he was sat in a chair that was connected through metallic fixtures to an arcane battery that had already been charge with electrical magic. Here to witness his death was the mentor, as well as a number of others that had played there roles in this situation. He hated them all for what they did but for once, he bit his tongue and waited for his torture to begin. It was agonizing, but he waited hours until the output was set high enough that he could just barely maintain consciousness through the pain. It was the best chance he was going to get for revenge.

Through his body, he channeled the electricity inside of him and exponentially increased it's voltage causing it to discharge. Everyone in the room including himself was suddenly hit with more than lethal levels of energy, and not one of them would remain to tell tales about what he had done. [Vindication•]

⇜ Deicide ⇝ [Dark Fantasy Isekai]

@Redacted

To avoid confusion, that means I can move him to the character tab, ye?

⇜ Deicide ⇝ [Dark Fantasy Isekai]

Electrocution

Sorry, It's Huge: Character Physical Appearance

Sorry, It's Huge 2: Character Attire and General Vibes

Age of Death: — 26
Gender: — Male
Race: — Half-Elemental
Psychology: — There is a time and a place for words and a time and place for action. He believes in no such distinction and is likely to be found lecturing someone as he kicks their ass or running into trouble while relaying his plans as opposed to before. He is quick-witted, brash, and temperamental but inside of that is a naivety that the right words can change anyone's mind.

⑇⑉What You Remember⑉⑈

^{{Heat, Wind, And The Favor Of A Mentor}}
The Eiraenn University of Arcana and Elementa was a prodigious magic academy located within the capital of his kingdom. It was during his first year of his enrollment and he had already found a teacher that he truly resonated with. Most assumed having elemental blood meant that your arcane focus would be limited to the nature of your heritage, but this teacher expected more and he wanted to be capable of more. So here he was, at a private tutoring session with his mentor, learning how to grasp at connection points between elements and arrive at complex expressions.

The teacher reminded him that his heritage gave him a knack for the wind, but to start there would be to lock himself in to his core. Start with the element of the sun and flames, of rage and compassion, heat. Feel the heat that his body exuded and cloak his arms in its aura and then, once it is embodied, channel the wind through it and create something new. Electricity.

⑴ Conductive Magic - He is capable of channeling winds around himself that can at most kick of a dirt cloud and heating objects up that he touches to the point that wood ignites or metal can cause first degree burns, but most importantly he can generate an electric charge at a short range of about 5 feet that's about as strong as a low-grade taser.

⑵ Elemental Knowledge - He retains the knowledge of the elemental patterns and how they intermingle to create hybrids, but with no fundamental magical knowledge this only serves as an analysis tool of other's magic instead of means to design new spells.

⑇⑉What You Don’t ⑉⑈

^{{I Will Take All Of You With Me}}
Beheading is too good for him, he will suffer death by electrocution. That was the judgement given out by the king himself. His heritage and training made him highly resistant to electricity magic, so the message was clear. We will torture him until he breaks, and then continue until his body inevitably fails. A crime he did not commit, and worse, one that he was framed for by the man he trusted most. The princess's body was unrecognizable and his mentor had done more than just kill her. But the teacher was highly respected, and the jagged burned scars left on her body were similar to those he would have left on enemy soldier's during the war.

On the day of his execution, he was sat in a chair that was connected through metallic fixtures to an arcane battery that had already been charge with electrical magic. Here to witness his death was the mentor, as well as a number of others that had played there roles in this situation. He hated them all for what they did but for once, he bit his tongue and waited for his torture to begin. It was agonizing, but he waited hours until the output was set high enough that he could just barely maintain consciousness through the pain. It was the best chance he was going to get for revenge.

Through his body, he channeled the electricity inside of him and exponentially increased it's voltage causing it to discharge. Everyone in the room including himself was suddenly hit with more than lethal levels of energy, and not one of them would remain to tell tales about what he had done.

Pardon the two images, couldn't find one that got both his body, hair, and markings right while also getting his clothing and demeanor right. Despite both images having knives, he does not have any.

⇜ Deicide ⇝ [Dark Fantasy Isekai]

@ERode Cool, until I hear from him to say otherwise I'll be making my CS.

⇜ Deicide ⇝ [Dark Fantasy Isekai]

Is it too late to submit a CS? Saw this a few days ago but didn't express interest since I had other games I had to write for first and didn't want to stall anything if they took me too long. I see the game has just barely started so I'm hoping I could slip in under the wire?

Magic in the Park

Here!

Magic in the Park

Is this game still alive? It's been a little under a month since the last we've heard from Asura in any way. Or, at least me since I don't have their discord. Not sure if they're active there.