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I do love a good fallout story
Leval moved forward to desk of a huge elf figure smiling wildly. Glancing around the room, he saw very few people left- most seemed to be exiting through a glowing portal. His curiosity stirred from deep in his being, ‘How does that work?’ Several theories began running through his mind, but all of them seemed implausible. Leval frowned at it, “I’ll need a closer look, I suppose.” He was just about to go over for a closer look, but he was interrupted by a polite clearing of the throat. He looked back to Yayo Fiji rather embarrassedly, “Oh sorry.”
“No problem! Welcome to Rosewood! Can you please tell me your name, race, class, rank, and chosen electives?” With a start, Leval realized that Yayo was looking directly into his eyes, not those of his illusion.
“Umm Leval Lamrue, Human, Illusionist, Power Rank…” his voice dropped to a whisper, “C. And I would like to take Magical History and Potion Making please.” His eyes dropped down avoiding the steady gaze of the elf.
“Very well! I handle most of the jobs around here so I’m sure I will see you soon. Here is the key to your room make sure you keep it on you at all times.” On the desk a necklace manifested itself. The chain of the piece was made of polished bronze with a singular piece of Zebra stone carved to form dual theater masks, each half white and half black. As Leval examined it more closely, he saw that the eyes of the masks were filled in with gold, or something like gold, pyrite maybe. On the back of the key “4-C."
“Ah well- thank you!” Leval rushed off to the portal, his illusory appearance maintaining its calm as it walked into the portal.
“No problem! Welcome to Rosewood! Can you please tell me your name, race, class, rank, and chosen electives?” With a start, Leval realized that Yayo was looking directly into his eyes, not those of his illusion.
“Umm Leval Lamrue, Human, Illusionist, Power Rank…” his voice dropped to a whisper, “C. And I would like to take Magical History and Potion Making please.” His eyes dropped down avoiding the steady gaze of the elf.
“Very well! I handle most of the jobs around here so I’m sure I will see you soon. Here is the key to your room make sure you keep it on you at all times.” On the desk a necklace manifested itself. The chain of the piece was made of polished bronze with a singular piece of Zebra stone carved to form dual theater masks, each half white and half black. As Leval examined it more closely, he saw that the eyes of the masks were filled in with gold, or something like gold, pyrite maybe. On the back of the key “4-C."
“Ah well- thank you!” Leval rushed off to the portal, his illusory appearance maintaining its calm as it walked into the portal.
@Mivuli
Most likely, but I just wanted to be sure since I am power level C, while you guys are higher haha. Also hi! Excited to be joining you guys! :)
Most likely, but I just wanted to be sure since I am power level C, while you guys are higher haha. Also hi! Excited to be joining you guys! :)
Leval Lamrue
Leval focused the beam of light from his gloves trying to make sense of the rather messy handwriting of the old map in his hands. The fog rolling between the trees was incredibly dense, making what was already a rather difficult task into a near impossible one, as the fog hungrily ate in the light. Leval glanced up with his beam carefully examining the area around him, noises barely audible in the forest kept causing shivers of electricity to course down his body, raising the minuscule hairs on the back of his neck. ‘Paces,’ he thought letting out a muted sigh, ‘Who the hell still uses paces as a form of measurement?’ The shopkeeper had definitely swindled him. Leval had expected as much, but the prospect of a shortcut of Rosewood had been too much to resist. Now, rather than being the first one to enter the halls of knowledge from his dreams, he was three hours behind schedule.
A strange shape by a nearby tree caught his eye causing him to spin around gasping. A large scaled bird was crumpled against the towering tree, its neck smashed into the side leaving a red stain on the surrounding forest floor. “Oh god, it looks like it was hit by a sledgehammer- what could have done this?” Leval’s hazel eyes began to flit side to side, his shivering getting worse. Of course, he known that Rosewood was a strange place filled with “gifted” children, but it hadn't really hit him until now what he might be facing. Leval closed his eyes and imagined the knowledge he could find there. Books upon books, soaring towers filled with knowledge, and teachers that could answer every question burning in his mind about this world. His breathing stilled as he regained control, with one hand he reached to the bird and closed its eyes, before standing.
Leval looked around him, or as much he could with the fog blocking most everything from view. His right hand idly played with the bouncy tuft of brown hair as he looked for a way one of here, his left hand still clutching the useless map. The first test, he decided, was to get out of this forest. He moved his right hand down and turned on his gloves to their highest intensity. It didn’t provide much in the way of visibility, but it was enough. His eyes caught on to distinctive marks on the ground, a straight line churning up the earth where it based and the distinct impression of footprints all headed the same direction He smiled at the earth and straightened, thought still dwarfed by his surroundings.
“Well no time like the present.” Leval furrowed his brow and reach deep inside himself touching the source of his gift. Around him, light bent and writhed, shaping itself to his desires and layered itself around him. Where he had stood a moment before, there was a huge man, body made of nothing but muscle, holding a two handed clay-more in his hands. To Leval, however, nothing had changed except for a faint imprint in the air around him that let him know the power was working. He moved his hand through it, pleased with its in substantial form. ‘This will make anyone think twice about messing with me.’
The massive human illusion moved forward, keeping perfect pace with Leval's motions looking confident while inside, Leval maintained a nervous grin. The light was growing clearer and fog seemed to be thinning out steadily. And then Leval felt the air rush out of his lungs. The sight of the magnificent tower before him, the knowledge he could never find in the books of traders, and the waterfalls providing a beautiful backdrop to the scene.
And that's when a bolt of force slammed into Leval’s back, knocking the wind out of him and casting him forward into the stump of tree. He hit it with a resounding crack and fire lanced through his shoulder and he heard a distinctive pop. He let out a yelp filled with pain and shock. The illusionary appearance mimicked his actions though the sound of impact was much lower than it should have been for a man of his size. He wrenched his eyes open and looked over to where the blow had come from. A figure in a dark clothes covering his entire body stood behind him raising its hand for another blow. ‘Oh god oh god oh god,’ Leval thought as he scrambled back behind the trunk. The area had seemed fine before, no sign of earlier fighting. ‘Is this because I’m late?’ the mad thought raced across his mind.
Another bolt of force slammed through the tree making a fist sized hole through the tree itself and straight through his illusory head. The illusion quickly reformed as Leval stared, not breathing at the blast that would've taken his head. He heard the distinctive sound of feet approaching. ‘Run. Gotta run.’ His panic took over and he began racing through the trees, but quickly tripped on a fallen branch. He twisted his neck around, the figure behind him was approaching rapidly almost seeming to glide across the ground. Desperate, he reached for his magic once again, feeling the strength of it course through his body. His illusory image grew massive towering above him, 15 feet tall, muscles bulging and coursed with veins, wielding a blade almost as tall as him. The image roared with savage fury bringing the figure up short staring up as the illusion lifted the blade above his head and begin to bring it crashing down. The figure raised its hands to block the blade, and as he did so Leval came up from below, screaming wildly, and stabbed the sharp end of the branch he had tripped over into the figure with his good arm. The figure jolted almost as if it were surprised and disappeared into a puff of dark smoke, dissipating rapidly into the foggy air.
Leval rolled onto his back, his chest rising and falling rapidly, filling his air with good, life giving air. "Congratulations Leval Lamrue. You have successfully completed to final step for you acceptance into Rosewood. Performance rank: C"
‘...a test? Really?’ Leval rolled onto his stomach and blanched. The adrenaline in his system was fading and the pain in his shoulder was beginning to throb. He put his shoulder against and nearby tree, took a steadying breath, and lunged forward. His vision burst into bright white and agony caused stars to explode in his mind. Nevertheless, he felt his shoulder click back into place. After a few moments of recovery, he flexed his fingers, testing to make sure everything was still working. Somewhere in the confusion he had lost his map. Leval quickly reduced the size of his illusion to the hulking 6’6 brute, but did away with the sword. Then, at last, he strode through the gates mounting excitement propelling him forward.
Leval focused the beam of light from his gloves trying to make sense of the rather messy handwriting of the old map in his hands. The fog rolling between the trees was incredibly dense, making what was already a rather difficult task into a near impossible one, as the fog hungrily ate in the light. Leval glanced up with his beam carefully examining the area around him, noises barely audible in the forest kept causing shivers of electricity to course down his body, raising the minuscule hairs on the back of his neck. ‘Paces,’ he thought letting out a muted sigh, ‘Who the hell still uses paces as a form of measurement?’ The shopkeeper had definitely swindled him. Leval had expected as much, but the prospect of a shortcut of Rosewood had been too much to resist. Now, rather than being the first one to enter the halls of knowledge from his dreams, he was three hours behind schedule.
A strange shape by a nearby tree caught his eye causing him to spin around gasping. A large scaled bird was crumpled against the towering tree, its neck smashed into the side leaving a red stain on the surrounding forest floor. “Oh god, it looks like it was hit by a sledgehammer- what could have done this?” Leval’s hazel eyes began to flit side to side, his shivering getting worse. Of course, he known that Rosewood was a strange place filled with “gifted” children, but it hadn't really hit him until now what he might be facing. Leval closed his eyes and imagined the knowledge he could find there. Books upon books, soaring towers filled with knowledge, and teachers that could answer every question burning in his mind about this world. His breathing stilled as he regained control, with one hand he reached to the bird and closed its eyes, before standing.
Leval looked around him, or as much he could with the fog blocking most everything from view. His right hand idly played with the bouncy tuft of brown hair as he looked for a way one of here, his left hand still clutching the useless map. The first test, he decided, was to get out of this forest. He moved his right hand down and turned on his gloves to their highest intensity. It didn’t provide much in the way of visibility, but it was enough. His eyes caught on to distinctive marks on the ground, a straight line churning up the earth where it based and the distinct impression of footprints all headed the same direction He smiled at the earth and straightened, thought still dwarfed by his surroundings.
“Well no time like the present.” Leval furrowed his brow and reach deep inside himself touching the source of his gift. Around him, light bent and writhed, shaping itself to his desires and layered itself around him. Where he had stood a moment before, there was a huge man, body made of nothing but muscle, holding a two handed clay-more in his hands. To Leval, however, nothing had changed except for a faint imprint in the air around him that let him know the power was working. He moved his hand through it, pleased with its in substantial form. ‘This will make anyone think twice about messing with me.’
The massive human illusion moved forward, keeping perfect pace with Leval's motions looking confident while inside, Leval maintained a nervous grin. The light was growing clearer and fog seemed to be thinning out steadily. And then Leval felt the air rush out of his lungs. The sight of the magnificent tower before him, the knowledge he could never find in the books of traders, and the waterfalls providing a beautiful backdrop to the scene.
And that's when a bolt of force slammed into Leval’s back, knocking the wind out of him and casting him forward into the stump of tree. He hit it with a resounding crack and fire lanced through his shoulder and he heard a distinctive pop. He let out a yelp filled with pain and shock. The illusionary appearance mimicked his actions though the sound of impact was much lower than it should have been for a man of his size. He wrenched his eyes open and looked over to where the blow had come from. A figure in a dark clothes covering his entire body stood behind him raising its hand for another blow. ‘Oh god oh god oh god,’ Leval thought as he scrambled back behind the trunk. The area had seemed fine before, no sign of earlier fighting. ‘Is this because I’m late?’ the mad thought raced across his mind.
Another bolt of force slammed through the tree making a fist sized hole through the tree itself and straight through his illusory head. The illusion quickly reformed as Leval stared, not breathing at the blast that would've taken his head. He heard the distinctive sound of feet approaching. ‘Run. Gotta run.’ His panic took over and he began racing through the trees, but quickly tripped on a fallen branch. He twisted his neck around, the figure behind him was approaching rapidly almost seeming to glide across the ground. Desperate, he reached for his magic once again, feeling the strength of it course through his body. His illusory image grew massive towering above him, 15 feet tall, muscles bulging and coursed with veins, wielding a blade almost as tall as him. The image roared with savage fury bringing the figure up short staring up as the illusion lifted the blade above his head and begin to bring it crashing down. The figure raised its hands to block the blade, and as he did so Leval came up from below, screaming wildly, and stabbed the sharp end of the branch he had tripped over into the figure with his good arm. The figure jolted almost as if it were surprised and disappeared into a puff of dark smoke, dissipating rapidly into the foggy air.
Leval rolled onto his back, his chest rising and falling rapidly, filling his air with good, life giving air. "Congratulations Leval Lamrue. You have successfully completed to final step for you acceptance into Rosewood. Performance rank: C"
‘...a test? Really?’ Leval rolled onto his stomach and blanched. The adrenaline in his system was fading and the pain in his shoulder was beginning to throb. He put his shoulder against and nearby tree, took a steadying breath, and lunged forward. His vision burst into bright white and agony caused stars to explode in his mind. Nevertheless, he felt his shoulder click back into place. After a few moments of recovery, he flexed his fingers, testing to make sure everything was still working. Somewhere in the confusion he had lost his map. Leval quickly reduced the size of his illusion to the hulking 6’6 brute, but did away with the sword. Then, at last, he strode through the gates mounting excitement propelling him forward.
Hey what floor am I on?
Name: Leval Lamrue
Class: Illusionist
Race: Human
Appearance (Picture or Description or Both): In reality, Leval is 5’3” at 132 pounds. He keeps his brown hair cropped short to his head except for a small tuft in the front of his hair, which he takes a lot of pride in. His face is lightly freckled on his tan skin and his eyes are hazel. He has a slight overbite and a rather large nose. However, when Leval has his illusion up he most often appears as a rather idealized, intimidating version of himself.
Power Ranking: C
Electives:
-Magical History
-Potion Making
Character's Characteristics: Leval is a born liar and rather cowardly at times, though he pretends otherwise. However, when the cards are on the table Leval will stand up for those who treat him with respect. He is more curious about the world around him and loves learning about magic and history.
Main Power(s) based on Class: Appearance Illusions. Leval’s illusion magic is based in changing his appearance and the way other people perceive him. This power can change from appearing as someone else to illusory shapeshifting where it appears as though he is giant in form or wielding any type of weapon he can imagine. However, he has not mastered controlling the sense of touch so these illusions are easily seen through if someone tries to physically touch one. Knowing that Leval tries to make himself look as intimidating as possible to scare off his opponents.
Backstory (If Any): Leval was born in a small village where he was frequently targeted for his small size. When his magic manifested, his parents took him to a larger village where he could learn to control his power. They were always supportive and Leval takes care to write them as often as he can. Leval devoured all the books he could about magic and history and went off to Rosewood to satisfy his rampant curiousity
Any Other Info, if any: Leval has a pair of gloves with a small lightning opal attached to the top that produce light in a beam in front of him acting as a powerful flashlight. They were a gift from his parents.
Class: Illusionist
Race: Human
Appearance (Picture or Description or Both): In reality, Leval is 5’3” at 132 pounds. He keeps his brown hair cropped short to his head except for a small tuft in the front of his hair, which he takes a lot of pride in. His face is lightly freckled on his tan skin and his eyes are hazel. He has a slight overbite and a rather large nose. However, when Leval has his illusion up he most often appears as a rather idealized, intimidating version of himself.
Power Ranking: C
Electives:
-Magical History
-Potion Making
Character's Characteristics: Leval is a born liar and rather cowardly at times, though he pretends otherwise. However, when the cards are on the table Leval will stand up for those who treat him with respect. He is more curious about the world around him and loves learning about magic and history.
Main Power(s) based on Class: Appearance Illusions. Leval’s illusion magic is based in changing his appearance and the way other people perceive him. This power can change from appearing as someone else to illusory shapeshifting where it appears as though he is giant in form or wielding any type of weapon he can imagine. However, he has not mastered controlling the sense of touch so these illusions are easily seen through if someone tries to physically touch one. Knowing that Leval tries to make himself look as intimidating as possible to scare off his opponents.
Backstory (If Any): Leval was born in a small village where he was frequently targeted for his small size. When his magic manifested, his parents took him to a larger village where he could learn to control his power. They were always supportive and Leval takes care to write them as often as he can. Leval devoured all the books he could about magic and history and went off to Rosewood to satisfy his rampant curiousity
Any Other Info, if any: Leval has a pair of gloves with a small lightning opal attached to the top that produce light in a beam in front of him acting as a powerful flashlight. They were a gift from his parents.
Haha my kind of place then!
@RIGHTEOUSwench
Haha sounds good to me! Thanks for saying hi! :)
I've seen TRPG sessions without a single dice roll and those were undoubtedly my favorite because it meant we were all deep into character. Though yes the d4 is truly the most rugged and dangerous of all the dice.
Haha sounds good to me! Thanks for saying hi! :)
I've seen TRPG sessions without a single dice roll and those were undoubtedly my favorite because it meant we were all deep into character. Though yes the d4 is truly the most rugged and dangerous of all the dice.
Hi there! I am entirely new to freeform roleplay but I would love to be a part of this if it's alright with all of you. Has the blacksmith's son been taken? If not, I would like to make up an application for the part!
EDIT- Sorry just saw that all the spots were filled! Hope you all have a great roleplay!
EDIT- Sorry just saw that all the spots were filled! Hope you all have a great roleplay!
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