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Imaginary District: An Urban Fantasy RP reboot

This rp is in modern times right? You literally can get a cheap flippy phone and put $10 on it to text and talk.

The Hero has betrayed us

@Lord Zee
Yes, one of the marks is on her face, it looks like a nasty burn that hasn't fully healed and been there for 10 years. She usually covers them with a salve and bandages but she hasn't tended to them for a while so she is just extra sensitive right now.

Imaginary District: An Urban Fantasy RP reboot

uhhh...hello?

The Hero has betrayed us

Alionna felt her heart jump as she recognized the elven man before he dropped his hood. A wave of relief washed over her, for a month she had no idea of what became of her closest and oldest friend. After she had suffered the wound that almost took her life, the rest of her group pressed ahead and took on the demon lord, she had made it back to the camp and after that she hadn't heard anything from the archer.

The priestess saw Garen come in for a hug, she braced herself for the incoming pain that was sure to follow. The mans embrace was welcomed, however, her cursed flesh burned sending agony throughout her body. Alionna let out a soft whimper biting back a scream. The priestess composed herself as Garen let her out of his embrace.

"I thought you were as well..." She relied as she looked up into the man's eyes. "After the demon lord fell everything turned to chaos and many of our allies either died or followed the Hero--" Alionna stopped herself as if she chocked on the word, "the betrayer." She corrected herself with a snarl then continued. "I had hope you'd escaped, I couldn't even imagine the thought of you following Sven in his madness...but your here."

Alionna smiled and placed her hand on Garen's upper arm, "you look awful," she remarked with a snicker. The priestess whispered a spell and divine light began to fill the archer as a familiar surge of energy swelled within him, healing any wounds and restoring any lost energy. However, it did very little for his hangover.

The Priestess looked to the demons of the party as some began to fan out, just being in their wretched presence filled her with uneasiness. just a month ago they were slaying the loathsome creatures and now they were just standing shoulder to shoulder with humans. "What is this alliance with these monsters," she says as if just the thought of such a thing caused her illness.

The Hero has betrayed us

@Lord Zee
how tall is Garen, I'm thinking Alionna is about 5'3? Also I won't be able to post a response for a bit...working on an essay due by midnight, slackers are a cursed lot! ><

The Hero has betrayed us

@Lord Zee
aww, of course! >.<

The Hero has betrayed us

Offical song of Leila and Vreskrr ship.
Was listening to this on the way home and thought of Leila singing to Vreskrr. :p

The Hero has betrayed us

@Lord Zee
Garen would most likely recognize Alionna by her robes and staff, btw.

The Hero has betrayed us

Alionna Silentread

The Priestess walked through the desolated town were only the undead roamed, mindlessly, they shuffled along with the sole purpose of satisfying an unquenchable hunger. 'Poor, wretched thing,' she thought as she reduced another unholy creature to ash. It was the only aid she could offer the walking dead.

This scene was becoming more of a normality, she had already traveled through three other villages like this and only a hand full of survivors ever made it out before the wretched betrayer, Sven, could turn them into his army of undead. If things continued as they were, Sven would have an army of endless dead and be twice the threat the demon lord ever was. It had only been a month since the campaign to over throw the bastard king, however, the now titled "Tyrant" was growing in power razing everything in his path. Alionna had been with Sven and his allies for some time before the over throw of the demon lord but she had not sense Sven turn to the dark arts. Every time she thought back to those days she questioned herself if she ever noticed the signs or if she just ignored them.

Alionna was deep in thought and hadn't noticed the growing number of undead gathering, though they were weak compared to the demons she was more accustomed to fighting, they still had a rather large number and a singular purpose. The cleric's attention now on the creatures before grabbed the holy symbol that hung around her neck and began to whisper a spell from underneath her hood. Divine energy pooled above the undead and as the spell came to its peak the elven woman clenched her hand into a fist then slammed it down like a hammer. A column of holy flames descended on the group of undead turning the creatures to ash.

"Dust-to-dust," Ali remarks as the holy flames burned at the defiled earth.

The Cleric was suddenly was hit with the pain of the demon's curse that had marked her over a decade ago. She had gone far too long with out tending to the scarred flesh and the agony was becoming too much for her to continue to ignore. Alionna gritted her teeth together and placed her hand over her face as the surge of pain washed over her. The elven woman took a deep breath and pushed through her torment, she would need to take refuge soon to care for cursed skin.

The Priestess of Sarenae had wondered farther into town, this time she had placed a spell of warding on herself that would repel unholy creatures. She scolded herself for not doing it before she had entered the town. Alionna continued on her path, there was a rumor of a gathering that was supposed to take place in this blighted village. A minute had passed and she seemed to come across the center of the village, with a rather suspicious looking statue, however, she was no expert on art. She then noticed the group of people that had gathered under the statue, it was then that she felt the foul presence of demons. Her eyes narrowed at the group, she noticed not all of them were demonic. It was too late to turn back now, she surmised that the group already knew of her presence thanks to the column of divine fire she had rained down from the sky.

Alionna stood back, her hood covering most her face, she waited for the group to react to her. Hopefully if the demons were here to attack the gathering she could unite with the others and take them down.

The Hero has betrayed us

Alionna Silentread

Name: Alionna Silentread

Age: 28

Gender: Female

Race: Elven

Personality: Alionna is a kind and forgiving soul, she will put others needs before her, to a fault. Being in consent pain from a curse that could not be cured she can be found meditating to keep the pain from consuming her thoughts. The pain has also made her more compassionate towards others and she treats the curse as a trial to keep her humble.

Alignment: Lawful Good

Class: Priestess of Sarenrae

Spells:

Healing Word-through her connection with Sarenrae, Ali is able to cast a healing word and channel divine energy to reverse wounds. If she is fast enough she can even heal the most fatal of wounds.

Purify- Ali can attempted to cure a magical effect like a curse or spell that inflects pain over time. She can also attempt to cure an illness that is not magical.

Power Word: Shield- Ali can speak a word and cast a barrier of divine light to shield her allies from anything that would do damage. However, if the blow is to great the barrier will break, hopefully saving her ally from death.

Guidance-Ali can channel divine energy through an ally and empower them for a minute, the energy will cause her allies attacks to become more powerful. She must have physical contact with her ally to cast this spell.

Sacred Flame-Ali is filled with the righteous light of Serenae and a flame like radiance descends on her target burning her victim with divine fire.

Prayer of Healing- Ali begins to pray to Sarenrae channeling her divine energy, while praying six of her allies are touched by the divine light, healing their wounds. This is a last resort prayer that leaves her very vulnerable, also very draining and could take her out of a fight.

Bag
rolls of bandages
healing salve
couple days of rations

Equipment
Sarenrae holy symbol: A holy conduit that helps Ali channel Sarenae's divine power.
The Dawn-Flower's Beacon: a staff blessed by the light of Sarenae, it increases Alionna's divine spells. The staff was a gift passed down through generations of Sarenrae's followers.

Staff

History:
Alionna Silentread's home, like a lot of homes, was burned down by the horrible Demon Lord. Her family, the ones that survived, joined a nomadic group of elves. They had taken in a number of children that had become orphans when the Demon Lord attacked. At the time she was still very young herself but she did her best to help the adults. Joining the larger group she made a number of friends, such as Garen Trask, a rather serious boy that was 7 years her senior. Alionna would follow the Garen when he went to practice alone and watch him fire arrows at his targets. At first her presents would bug him and he'd be farther annoyed when Alionna fetched his arrows from his targets, however, they grew to be close friends. Ali would bring snacks and bandages for when Garen's fingers would get sore from pulling on his bow string all day. Garen would tell her stories about his people, who were more in touch with the wild than hers. Ali would tell him about the tall buildings and the magic brooms that would sweep the streets on there own.

As Alionna grew so did her devotion to her goddess Sarenae and though her people were going through dark times she looked to the goddess for guidance. Ali became a priestess of the goddess and Sarenae seemed to bless the young elf as she grew powerful in the ways of the divine. She had long stopped watching Garen practice with his bow, but they would speak with one another, if only in passing, as they had both become busy with the path they had chosen.

However, during her training with the other priestess her group was attack by a single powerful demon. The priestess of Sarenae fought the demon but she proved to be too strong and one by one slayed Alionna's sisters. The young priestess was the only one left, however, not done the nefarious demon marked the elven girl with her hellish flames. The burns covered her abdomen, upper arms, and the left side her lower back. The Demon laughed at the girls pain and with a final mark she mockingly caressed Ali's left cheek, cutting deep into her flesh with her long claw like finger. As the nail dragged along her cheek the flames cauterized the wound leaving a gruesome scare that only a demon could give.

A decade had past from her encounter with the demon that toyed with her, testing her faith in the Dawn Flower. She had grown strong even with the ever creeping pain that the demon's mark had left. With the help of other priest, even of different deities, she has soften the curses effect so she could live with the pain and not give into insanity. Even still she must contently meditate to keep the pain in check, else she could lose herself in the torment.

When the Hero came in search of allies, she had join Sven as Garen did in hopes of putting down the Demon Lord for good. Through countless battles, her allies were finally ready to storm the demon's strong hold. They had fought their way through the demon's allies were close to the actual villain himself. However, just before confronting the Demon Lord, she had sustained a-would-be fatal wound. She was able to heal herself before succumbing to the injury but she could not join her allies in the final battle instead she returned to a forward camp her allies had secured.

After the Demon had fallen, reports from those who were lucky enough to return had said that Sven betrayed them all. The former Hero of the Light had taken the Demon Lords power and turned it against the entire world. A month later Ali finds herself wondering village to village helping anyone she can or destroying the unholy creatures the Betrayer had left behind.