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The Fall of Scorned [A Fantasy Adventure]

Neil Aurum

Neil is a small, wiry man dressed in simple black robes. His hair is bleach white, and he keeps his hair short and neat. His eyes are light grey and often dart about. He is mostly devoid of scars or piercings, except for a gash wound on his stomach. He wears black gloves he seldom removes, and wears a round light blue pendent with a silver emblem of an owl.

Name- Neil Aurum

Age- 21

Gender- Male

Race- Human

Personality- Behind a reserved and quite demeanor, he is cunning and intelligent. He speaks little, but not out of fear or awkwardness, but because he says only what is needed, and nothing more. He is quite distant from his surroundings, he can watch a man a die and appear unaffected, not because he doesn't care about human life but because he knows that neither sorrow or anger will do anything in the moment, grieving can wait till a funeral, when there is work to be done, he lets nothing hinder him.

Backstory- Physically weak, but strong of spirit, Neil was forged by adversity. Born of a noble house that has long been waning in power, he was born sickly. The noble house of Aurum valued strength, and instead he was intelligent. The house of Aurum valued honor, and instead he was cunning. The house of Aurum valued bravery, and Neil is fearless.

In his early years, he hide away from the rest of the world as if his mere birth was a black stain on his family's honor. That was until he manifested his magic, it was unrefined at first but powerful. Suddenly, he was paraded around noble parties and other pointless activities despite his objections.

One night, when he was fifteen, bandits broke into his estate. Everyone in the house was asleep except him, as he was in the library reading. The bandits sweep across the house, killing and looting as they went. Alarmed by the screams, he rushed out of the library and into the courtyard where he saw the bandits covered in the blood of his family and his servants loaded their ill-gotten gains on to a wagon.

He called forth his magical energy, raw arcane energy, crackling and blue, and unleashed it yet it was not strong enough. He keep summoning bolts of arcane lightning against the attackers and yet he was not strong enough. They rushed towards him, blades in hand. The leader lunged forward and stabbed, causing him to fall down on his back. The robbers mocked him as he was on the ground, bleeding out.

He tried to get up, but every time he did, someone kick him back down. They could of killed him, but instead choose to toy with him. That was a very bad decision. He stared up at the moon, and perhaps by divine providence or perhaps a delusion caused by blood loss, he heard a women's voice whisper into his ear. He could not understand the words themselves, but the meaning was clear. He reached out towards the moon, his hand sparking with arcane lightning and as his did, the lightning turned black and dissolved into shadow.

The bandits tried to take their blades and finish the boy, and yet it was to late. Shadow poured out in an aura around him, and consumed the thieves who dared commit a crime while the eye of Luna watched them.

His immediate family dead, and stories of his magical prowess spreading, distant family tried desperately to take them into their house for their own gain. Instead, he joined the church and became a priest of Luna, the one entity that had shown him kindness.

Magical abilities- Shadow Magic, Illusion Magic, Divination

Combat abilities- Resistance to poisons, diseases, and illusions

Artifact of Dramoria- The Moon Shield, Serenity, is a round buckler shield, the rim, handle, and back-plating are made of silver. Embedded in the shield itself is a sapphire mirror. The full extant of its powers are unknown, but legend says that its reflection reveals deception and that it grows more powerful under the light of the moon.

Motive- The corruption of the mountain threatens the balance, and Luna now calls him to her service. And as Luna had saved his life and gave him family in the church, he will gladly die in her service.

The Fall of Scorned [A Fantasy Adventure]

Neil Aurum

Neil is a small, wiry man dressed in simple black robes. His hair is bleach white, and he keeps his hair short and neat. His eyes are light grey and often dart about. He is mostly devoid of scars or piercings, except for a gash wound on his stomach. He wears black gloves he seldom removes, and wears a round light blue pendent with a silver emblem of an owl.

Name- Neil Aurum

Age- 21

Gender- Male

Race- Human

Personality- Behind a reserved and quite demeanor, he is cunning and intelligent. He speaks little, but not out of fear or awkwardness, but because he says only what is needed, and nothing more. He is quite distant from his surroundings, he can watch a man a die and appear unaffected, not because he doesn't care about human life but because he knows that neither sorrow or anger will do anything in the moment, grieving can wait till a funeral, when there is work to be done, he lets nothing hinder him.

Backstory- Physically weak, but strong of spirit, Neil was forged by adversity. Born of a noble house that has long been waning in power, he was born sickly. The noble house of Aurum valued strength, and instead he was intelligent. The house of Aurum valued honor, and instead he was cunning. The house of Aurum valued bravery, and Neil is fearless.

In his early years, he hide away from the rest of the world as if his mere birth was a black stain on his family's honor. That was until he manifested his magic, it was unrefined at first but powerful. Suddenly, he was paraded around noble parties and other pointless activities despite his objections.

One night, when he was fifteen, bandits broke into his estate. Everyone in the house was asleep except him, as he was in the library reading. The bandits sweep across the house, killing and looting as they went. Alarmed by the screams, he rushed out of the library and into the courtyard where he saw the bandits covered in the blood of his family and his servants loaded their ill-gotten gains on to a wagon.

He called forth his magical energy, raw arcane energy, crackling and blue, and unleashed it yet it was not strong enough. He keep summoning bolts of arcane lightning against the attackers and yet he was not strong enough. They rushed towards him, blades in hand. The leader lunged forward and stabbed, causing him to fall down on his back. The robbers mocked him as he was on the ground, bleeding out.

He tried to get up, but every time he did, someone kick him back down. They could of killed him, but instead choose to toy with him. That was a very bad decision. He stared up at the moon, and perhaps by divine providence or perhaps a delusion caused by blood loss, he heard a women's voice whisper into his ear. He could not understand the words themselves, but the meaning was clear. He reached out towards the moon, his hand sparking with arcane lightning and as his did, the lightning turned black and dissolved into shadow.

The bandits tried to take their blades and finish the boy, and yet it was to late. Shadow poured out in an aura around him, and consumed the thieves who dared commit a crime while the eye of Luna watched them.

His immediate family dead, and stories of his magical prowess spreading, distant family tried desperately to take them into their house for their own gain. Instead, he joined the church and became a priest of Luna, the one entity that had shown him kindness.

Magical abilities- Shadow Magic, Illusion Magic, Divination

Combat abilities- Resistance to poisons, diseases, and illusions

Artifact of Dramoria- The Moon Shield, Serenity, is a round buckler shield, the rim, handle, and back-plating are made of silver. Embedded in the shield itself is a sapphire mirror. The full extant of its powers are unknown, but legend says that its reflection reveals deception and that it grows more powerful under the light of the moon.

Motive- The corruption of the mountain threatens the balance, and Luna now calls him to her service. And as Luna had saved his life and gave him family in the church, he will gladly die in her service.

Darke Magyk - A Magykal RP with a Medieval Feel

I am very much interested, right now my character idea is either a physician that has little to no innate magic, possibly with Northern trader heritage. I also am partial to the idea that he was born blind in one eye.

Aieth - The World Between

Alex took a deep breath and then exhaled. "I think I said it, but I went to school at Aosta City Institution of Higher Learning and Practical Skills in Duiland, long name I know, we just called it Aosta University. Though, this." he said, quickly making a small orb of green energy in his hand by cupping his hand down and pulling it up. "This is something I learned from Rutan. My father taught me. There is a lot of steps and rituals you have to go through in order to attune yourself to the energy. My father always described it as becoming a "living conduit of energy"."

He said as though he was very proud of both of those things, though there was some dissonance in his voice, as his tone seemed to change slightly when he switched between the two subjects.

Aieth - The World Between

Alex's breath started to normalize after a second, "I am fine. I am fine. I am not hurt, just something didn't feel right when I was doing my spell and I got startled. That is it, I just lost concentration and got startled, or startled and then lost concentration. When I do that, I am collecting the, um, I think you would know it as ki, life energy, from the room. Think of that if everyone and everything is living as a tree, and I can came by and pick up the fallen leaves and use them to cast my spells.

Normally, urgh, how do I describe. That green energy you saw, ki, is more warm and inviting, like it fills like river water in the spring washing over me. Well, as I was pulling in energy, I felt something different. It felt like sticky oil and it felt freezing cold. Well, not really freezing cold, but you know what I mean. And after that, as I was already losing focus, I felt a different type of energy. It was only there for less than a second, but it felt eerily familiar.

It is ancient Rutan magic, it might of been interacting weird with the ancient magicks that guard this place. I did a course on magic at school, and ancient magic isn't as refined as more modern magic, and it doesn't have the stuff that can prevent it from acting weird with other magic. That or. oh nevermind." he said, his face turning a bit grim because he didn't want to end by saying, "Oh by the way, there might fundamentally wrong with the people at this bar." By time he was finished sitting, he had sat down and looked like he was fine.

Aieth - The World Between

Though, at least in Rutan dogma, which is where Alex would learned about demons, all demons are dangerous, but not all demons are evil. Just for an explain, a mindless demon that would just want to destroy everything is dangerous, but isn't evil in the same way a hurricane isn't evil.

It also helps that they are nature worshipers, instead of deistic worshipers. They don't have a god or gods that set opposed to demons. And to them, darkness is as natural as it is light, it is just dangerous and they probably have lots of legends about demons doing bad things.

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Alex shrugged when Norix didn't want his jacket, and it did look she was starting to warm up, so he took his jacket and gently placed in on the back of a chair. He looked over to Zeke, who was being quiet but at least looked like he was listening.

Alex shook his head when Norix said the tropics. "While you might find some gead snakes in certain tropical areas, that is just from where some might of escaped from captivity. They are actually from my ho.." . He paused for a second, and look liked he started to choose his words really carefully where before he was just saying what came natural, "They are from Rutan, where I spent a lot of my childhood since that is my father's homeland. I got my animal handling training from a college in Duiland, and before I left that region I did some odd-jobs around Rutan and Duiland. My father also insisted that I have extra training with my magics if I was to go so far from the Aosta trees, and for some reason he was insistent that I learned this one spell while I was still just talking about leaving Duiland. Oh, I am sorry, I am starting to ramble on. Though, the least I could do is show you what I am talking about. It is a spell designed to ward away demons and the undead, beyond that it is easier to show than explain." he said.

Alex took his two hands palms out slightly extended in either direction and closed his eye. He began to pull together all of the excess life energy of the whole bar into one spot. His hands started to glow faintly green, as he slowly pulled his two arms closer to his chest and turned his palms towards each other until he cupped his hand into a spherical shape. He then slowly pulled apart his two hands a short distance away from each other, revealing a sphere of green energy hovering between his two hands. He then took his two hands raising them up and away from the sphere and then slowly moved them back down and towards the sphere causing it to grow. He did this two times, and then something startled him, causing one of his hands to reach for his stomach. The orb of green light disappeared and it looked like he was about to gag. Though it quickly passed, but he was left there taking deep breaths.

Aieth - The World Between

And you said that your character was going to be similiar to Alexander, though it seems as though you have gone through some revisions, though keep the whole lost archipelago but at the very least changed the name and dropped the life conduit ability.

I thought Kaite and Alex were good foils, and that is still true, but Mikeal is the antithesis of Alex. And unless you want to tell me otherwise, I am going to presume that deamons and their magics are similiar enough to demons that Alex's magic would burn him and weaken his magic and abilities, though it wouldn't react as strongly as if were demonic magic.

To clarify, while I think it is safe to say that life magic innately has a strong negative reaction when interacting with death (necrotic) magic, raw life magic might have some negative effect when it encounters demonic magic, but with his rebuke darkness, it is him specifically channeling the energy and altering it in such a way that it will disrupt demonic energy. And other than the fact that demons bad, there is a reason why he would specifically learn to disrupt demonic influence, and it is as part of his standard training in Rutan magicks, and is as spiritual as it is practical. Though, Alex wouldn't know the reason, other than well, demons bad and I was told to learn this.

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Alex nodded, "Well, hello Zeke. hello Norix. As for what I do, I am an animal handler. This right here." he said, motioning to where it looked like the surface layer of the leather had melted, This was caused by acid. I was holding a gead snake and some of its venom dripped on my jacket. Gead snake venom can be really nasty if gets on you, but it also really useful."

He then started to take off the jacket and throw it over his shoulder, revealing a very plain blue t-shirt underneath. Contrasting the wear and tear of the jacket and pants, it didn't look like he had a scratch or bruise on him. His skin looked a bit calloused in some areas, but no more than you would except from someone who did a lot of physical labor.

He then looked over to Norix, who looked like she was shaking a bit. He thought to himself it was winter, and she is reptilian. He wasn't that versed in dragons or dracons, but they are elemental beings, and he thought he heard something about ice dragons, but it didn't look she herself was one. Though he didn't really know what an ice dracon would look like, only that he imaged that they would be white. He looked over to her and asked, Hey, are you cold? If you want, you can put on my jacket. It is a bit beat up, but it is warm. I am not sure where you are from, but I am going to take a wild guess that isn't cold there."

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Alexander noticed that he was quieter than he expected to be, but apparently the dracon heard him just fine. He turned and looked and seen the human sitting near him and noticed the magic circle on the table. He thought it was a bit tackless to be using magic in such a way that it could inconvenient others, but he didn't say anything, instead just holding his finger up to the dracon. and got up and walked away from it, snapping his fingers to find the range of the aura.

Once he was outside of the magical field, he first turned to the dracon and spoke, "Oh no, I am fine. I just got payed." . He paused, and motioned towards his jacket, which was covered in various scratch marks, and in one area looked like it melted a bit "It can be rough at times, but it pays well." he said smiling.

He then turned his head over to the human, speaking up a bit, "Sorry if I had scared you. Um, do you need another biscuit or coffee? I can pay for it. . He then paused for a second and turned to look at both them "Oh, where are my manners. I didn't ask either of you for your names. My name is Alex Crann." . He said bowing and said a short sentence in the Rutan language.