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Varya Chandrar

Varya Chandrar

Name: Varya Chandrar

Species: Elf

Age: 44

Gender: Male

Appearance: Varya is a elf man who stands at 175.26 Centimeters tall. His skin is a pale blue. He has chin length ebon
black hair cut into a meticulously neat and tidy bob cut. He has cool dark brown eyes adorning his feminine, handsome
bishounen face. His nails are painted blue, and he wears glossy black lipstick. His build is lean and toned, with visible
abs, giving him a very androgynous appearence. He is obsessed with his image and loves fashion, always seeking to dress
for the occassion, often favoring the colors blue or green. When traveling abroad or across the wilderness he will
prioritize more simplistic tunics or tied up shirts, leggings and cloaks for practicality, and chain mail and gambeson
armor for protection. In more formal or relaxed settings he prefers to dress more dapper and stylish, such as wearing
suits and ties, or long billowy robes.

Bio: Varya Chandrar was an Elf born in a land far to the east under a shining moon. Loyalty is a virtue near and dear to
Varya's heart, and he wanted to express it in someway, hince he desired to find someone to share it with. To find such
worthy people, he became a mercenary scout for hire. In order to maintain a good reputation, he made it a point to never
betray his employers, no matter how much money somebody else offered, so as not to seem duplicitous or treacherous, a
label he reviled. Honor is of great importance to Varya, as he would rather die than live dishonored. If he wanted to earn
others loyalty, he himself must show loyalty.

Varya's reputation for dutifully following orders and his skills in battle and gathering intelligence eventually reached
the ears of the King of Kindeance, and an invitation was sent to Varya. Varya sees this as an oppurtunity to prove himself
worthy of respect, and to the next step to find great people worthy of his dedication and service.


Passives: Elf Physiology
Acrobatic and Athletic
Extensive Bow Training
Martial Arts Training
Minor Daggers, Shortswords and Hammers skills
Stealth Expertise: Has practiced silencing footsteps and breathing very quietly in order to get the drop on less wary
opponents

Spells:

Bhumidevi's Embrace: Requires skin contact with natural earth, rock, or soil, and cannot be used in high stress
situations like combat. Turbo charges the benefits of Earthing, accelerates natural healing from aliments and injuries,
increases stamina recovery, reduces need for food, reduces pain, thins blood, increases the quality of sleep, and lowers
inflammation. The longer Varya is in contact with the earth, the greater the effects. Does not work in ultra dry soils like
those found in deserts.

Bull's Strength: Tremendously boosts physical strength, mimicking a mighty Bull. 2 Post Duration. Can't be used at the same time as Cat's Grace.

Cat's Grace: Increases agility, flexibility, balance, finesse, hand-eye coordination, speed, and overall nimbleness,
mimicking a Cat's deftness. 2 Post Duration. Can't be used at the same time as Bull's Strength.

Shadow Walk: Uses Illusion magic to mask presence. Become completely invisible to normal sight, muffles sounds and quiets
footsteps. 2 Post Duration

Equipment:
Crescent Moon: An enormous white wood C-shaped longbow with silver linings. The bow is as tall as Varya and requires great
strength to draw.
Family Heirloom: Silver necklace with a sapphire jewel
Waterskin
Butterfly swords
Wooden Shield
Cane Sword
Warhammer
Chain Mail and Gambeson armor
Backpack
Suitcase
Compass
Flint and Steel
Soap

Other: Varya is a Kuudere Femboy. Varya is a vegetarian

@Nightknight

I think your character is good to go!

Sovereign's Will: The Edge of War [Looking for new players]

My tried and true character. Not much has changed.

He Who Lives in Death

Name: Solomon Sparrow

Species: Archlich

Age: 251

Gender: Male

Appearance:
A tall yet very thin man. His true height is 6’6”, however given his age, he if often hunched over making him appear shorter. He is often wearing travelers clothes made of cloth and leather. His attire is normally not seen as he also wears a large cloak that covers him from head to just before it reaches the floor. He also has a mask that covers his mouth and nose and a pair of gloves. Most of his clothes are black or dark gray in color. As a result, he is rarely completely seen aside from his eyes. When one does get to look at portions of him, such as his eyes or forearms, his skin appears tight, gray, and dehydrated. He eyes are sunken and of indeterminable color.
Attached to his back by several belts is a rather large tome. The book appears old, and the pages yellowed. Two thin metal plates overlap either cover, and the book is sealed with several straps. Thin rune etchings are caved into the metal plates, and the leather straps.

Bio:
Solomon had lived through war, peace, and war. He has seen the kingdom of Kindeance transform from a war bound ruler to a peaceful trading hub. Solomon lost his wife to Meche extremists which led him down his current path. Solomon vowed to one day find the means of properly adverting the finality of death. In that pursuit, he came across a variety of means that worked as a stopgap at most. However, eventually he led himself down the line of necromancy. Despite the risks, he underwent a ritual which bound his soul the the material plane, so that should he ever perish, his soul could never leave, and forever return. This method was not perfect. While it would keep him in the presence of the living, it was not overcoming death, it was merely replacing the destination of those who passed on. But it would be enough.
Having already experienced death once before, Solomon sought revenge against those who took his wife from him. He also took revenge for those who severely wronged the innocent. He had genuine urge to help those in need, but these methods also helped fuel his phylactery, provide information on the processes of death, and eventually became his means of enforcement.
No longer fearing an early end to his life, Solomon continued his studies. He encountered soul bound automatons, other undead, and even runelore. Eventually, Solomon realized that he had time, that death was no longer a deadline. He was filled with different emotions, but now having literal lifetimes in his future, he slowly began to acclimate to the lifespan of multiple generations.
While he remained focused on his research, he continued with his life as he had always done prior to the death of his wife. He was a traveling doctor, offering medical aid to those village who were too poor, too far away, and just were unable to access magical healing from the few clerics that lived in the kingdom. As time passed on, he grew into obscurity. He was still known as a traveling doctor, but given his age, it didn’t seem right for him to constantly be brought up. And then there were the rumors of the undead he would travel with. Rare was it for him to be seen with the power, but common enough to stick with him as he traveled. It was these rumors of his expertise with beyond the grave did the king first approach him. It was common phrase that dead men told no tales. However, with Solomon, dead men could hide no secrets.
In the four months since that adventure, Solomon made good use of the king’s generosity, take time to study the controversial, and otherwise limited materials found within the royal’s libraries. In the last four months, he has spent a lot of time revisiting runelore. Part because of Asevor, and part because of the soul binding aspect of the practice. At the same time, he insisted on staying with the von Kruber’s estate while the Fanghorn situation was settling through the winter. Much to the objections of everyone involved. However, her attitude had changed after a time where Solomon let Von Kruber’s widow peer into the tome he carried. Since then she ceased her protests, but remained distant to Solomon’s presence. Likewise, her children. The others remained unhappy about it.
Being so close to Rascade, and the Von Kruber estate, Solomon would once again be called upon for his assistance beyond the medical expertise he still practices.

Passives:
Medicine: Solomon is skilled in the practical application of medicine, bandages, and triage.
Herblore: Solomon can forage materials and create medicines
Alchemy: basic alchemy, Solomon can isolate infectious materials into vials
Nomad: Solomon has spend years traveling from place to place, as a result, he almost always knows where he is insomuch as it’s an established road. He also knows how to forage for food and make basic meals.
Undead: Solomon does not need to eat, drink, or sleep, though he can still participate for the pleasure of it. He also cannot be poisoned or diseased.
Speak with Dead: Solomon can speak with the dead.

Spells:
Using his spell book, Solomon has an innate skill to bind the living, undead, or recently deceased to the book and himself. This means that their souls will bind into the book and into his service. Any living person will not be under his control until after death. When bound to the book, their spirit takes on a form of undead should it even be called to manifest. This form is permanent, and is chosen by the spirit itself. What form it takes is usually also unknown to the person from whom the soul originates.

- Animate Dead: Solomon can bring back to life any dead body he comes into close proximity with. The undead being will retain primal instincts, though higher intelligent beings will be able to call upon their skills, muscle memory, and communicate as required. If the body is too damage to raise, a ghost will form instead. Raised dead will always obey Solomon’s commands. Creatures animated with way cannot be bound to his spell book. They can only do what is physically capable of them.
- Summon Dead: Solomon can call upon the spirits harbored within his tome. Undead associated with that called spirit will form from the earth or air when applicable. Likewise, they will always appear as close to what they did when alive. They will also maintain their personality when applicable. However, they cannot disobey Solomon’s commands. They can only do what is physically possible of them.
- Incorporeal form: For about 30 minutes, Solomon can turn into a black cloud entity. In this form, he is invulnerable to all physical interaction including walls, obstacles, and attacks. This also includes being unable to interact or speak. He is also incapable of performing any of his other spells in this form. While in this form he can change his size, increase his elevation, and merge with existing shadows.
- Dagger hold: This spell will bind a person in place. Any attempt to move will cause the trapped creature pain as though they were pushing into a wall of knives. This can cause physical trauma. The strength of the hold is proportional to the strength of Solomon. It is possible to break out from, but the pain associated with it can be unbearable.

Equipment:
Death Tome: Large spell book bound to his person, it holds the contracts of the living and dead who are bound to his will. It also acts as his anchor to the living realm, allowing him to continue existing in the world though he should have passed years ago. The book strapped to his back, partially covered by his robes, and clasped shut between two thin metal plates with several leather belts. As long as he has it, he has access to the spells and contracts inside. Should it ever be destroyed, Solomon would cease to be.

Healers Kit: glorified first aide.
Knife roll: Rolled cloth holding knives of varying sizes
Sewing Kit: needle and thread
Potion’s kit: Vials, pestle and mortar, distiller, water skins and a pouch of commonly found ingredients
Vials of unknown diseases
Poison

Other: His late wife's name was Adeline.

The other character. The ‘just in case’ character.

Feline Frontliner

Name: Athena Voltspear

Species: Yokai

Age: 127

Gender: Female

Appearance:
Appears to be a that of a young woman with a height of about 5’5” and a weight of 115lb. She has a slim frame, but her musculature is tone. Her skin color is fair. She has three white stripes that end at the top of her forehead, moves up over her scalp. down the back of her neck, and end again at her lower back. These stripes are hard to see because in most light, the white of the stripes blend in with her normal skin color, and because she has hair and clothing covering them. However, the evidence of the stripes is evident through her hair. She has black hair, but there are similar strips of white hair that mirror her skin, almost like highlights. She has solid blue irises for her eyes with a slit pupil much like a cat’s. She does not have any tattoos, piercings, or discernible marks outside of the stripes across her head. Her most defining features are a pair of black cat ears at the either side of the top of her head with white tufts of fur, and a pair of pure black twin tails that sprout from her tailbone.
She dons medium armor that is almost form fitting for her frame, appearing slender in appearance, but obviously offers decent protection against normal weaponry. The armor she has includes cuirass with a pointed sternum on the breastplate. She has surcoat that bears Kindeance colors. She also has tassets that acts like a skirt, and then front facing greaves for her shins. She also wears boots, and appears to have tiny feet. She has a pauldron and vambrace for right arm only. The rest of her armor is mainly leather clothing and belts so that she can keep some flexibility.
She spends her free time as a cat. In this form, she is a short hair cat, completely black with three white stripes that travel from the top of her head down to the end of her back. Her front right paw is also white. She has blue eyes. She also has two tails in this form.

Bio:
Athena was once the cat to a proud Kindeance Shield bearer of the royal army. This shield bearer was known as Voltspear. During the time before the declaration of peace, this shield bearer stood valiantly in the front lines, defending his soldiers, and pushing the enemy Meche army back. During the time of peace, Voltspear remained in the service of his king, and the heir of that king. Though his age prevented him from active duty, he remained vigilant. He trained new recruits, maintained equipment, and otherwise stood as an exemplar for his division.
Through all of his loyalty, when off duty, he took care of a cat. He had found it one day after training, its leg trapped in the remains of some barbed wire. Deciding to take it in, Voltspear took care of the cat until it recovered. He adopted to feline, giving her the name Athena. They were inseparable. He even started taking the cat with him to the castle grounds. As he grew old, Athena grew along with him. It was rare to see Voltspear without his feline companion with him. It had become his signature appearance.
One night, Athena woke atop her master’s chest disturbingly still. It was obvious to anyone, Voltspear had taken his last breath. Perhaps, it was a blessing to have passed in his sleep, peacefully. Having lived over one hundred years, never having once retired, it seemed like an inevitability. Yet, it was still a sorrowful revelation. Athena mourned the loss of her master, but that mourning and the love she had for him and the love he gave her awoke something in her.
Athena found herself born anew, with a different scope of identity. She stood on all four, and stretched her back before she slid off the bed. With two feet, she walked towards the door, and opened it with her new found hands. One hundred years had passed since her birth, and she was lucky to have somehow lived that long in the loving care of Voltspear, and the garrison he helped foster.
From then on, Athena was the mysterious new recruit to join the Kindeance army. In time, the connection between her and the late Voltspear was uncovered. It was indisputable that in some form or another she was the progeny of Voltspear. Yet, despite the similarities between some of her features, the knowledge she had of the Kindeance core, or even the fact they shared a name, no one made the connection between her and the cat Voltspear lovingly took in so many years ago.
Quickly advancing among the ranks, and showing skill that the once famed Voltspear once displayed, it was hard for her to not be noticed by the leading parties within the castle. It certainly helped that she possessed some kind of magic that allowed her to preform her duties better. She seemly was able to appear out of no where, offering her shield when protection was needed, or her spear to push the offensive. Perhaps this ability could be of use to the king.

Passives:
Polearm and shield skills
Acrobatics and athletics

Detect life: Athena can detect the life force of living beings that are within about thirty feet of her position. As a result, she is hard to surprise.

Aspect of Feline: She can see farther than most humans, as well as able to see in the dark. She can also smell specific scents and associate certain scents to specific people or places. She is also very nimble and athletic, sporting more strength than her frame would suggest.

Spells:
- Ghost Fire: She can create a ghostly flame on any surface, flammable or not. The fire is like any other flame, creating heat enough the burn. The fire cannot be put out, but the heat can be mitigated through a variety of cooling methods. The fire also cannot spread, but is hot enough to set fire to normally flammable materials. The size of the fire can cover an area of at most one square foot or less. The fire can only be cast up to 10 feet away. The fire extinguishes whenever a new fire is created, Athena is unconscious, Athena releases the flame, or she moves too far away. It burns a bright purple without embers.

- Transformation: Athena can turn into a cat. Any equipment she happens to be carrying also transforms along with her with the exception of luggage. In this form, she can move just like any ordinary cat can. She can transform back at will, her equipment manifesting along with her. While transformed, she maintains all of her capabilities, magical or non, including speech with the exception of Bulwark.

- Bulwark: Athena’s can create a shield directly in front of her, centered on her person. The shield is mostly impenetrable to physical and magical attacks. Her shield projects a magical wall that extends all sides of her by about three feet. Projectile and magical attacks from those she considers her allies are able to free pass through. While Bulwark is active, Athena is incapable of moving. Each blow the shield withstands drains her energy.

- Reiki Touch: Athena can bless one ally through touch. As so long as the two are within 50 feet of each other, any damage the blessed person sustains is instead dealt to Athena in full. This will leave the blessed individual unharmed. The damage Athena sustains is determined by the blessed individual’s equipment and enchantments. None of her own abilities can diminish the effects. The blessing will remain active until Athena dismisses the blessing, is too far away, is unconscious, or is killed including through damage sustained from the blessing.

Equipment:

Vos Vitale: A spear Athena had crafted herself. Or more accurately, a spear she had commissioned then modified. A hard wood shafted spear with a metal head. The spear head has a long neck bolted to the shaft. The spearhead is long and sharp, without any barbs. At the base of the point, but still apart of the metal neck is embedded two white pearls on opposite sides of each other. The spearhead and neck are black in color, in contrast to the bright white pearls.

Loyale Fudo: One half of the twin tower shields Voltspear used to wield during his time in service. A large shield, 4.5ft tall and 2ft wide. The shield has a slight curve along the outside of the left side. The shield is made out of wood with metal plating, making it rather heavy, through Athena is able to wield it without difficulty. The face of the shield has several dents. There is half the Kindeance coat of arms painted on the front equally scratched and faded with time. The half image implies the rest of it is on another tower shield that matches with this one, oddly meant to be wielded together. The shield the completes Athena’s is mounted within the garrison at Rascade.

Medium armor: Standard armor in which Athena can move nimbly in. Consists mainly of a cuirass, tassets and greaves. There is also a vambrace, and pauldron for the her spear arm. The rest of her body is covered in leather more for flexibility while still offering some protection.

Dagger

Other: She dislikes being wet. While she won’t freak out, the idea of being out in the rain or lake is not appealing to her.

@Randomness

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Sovereign's Will: The Edge of War [Looking for new players]

How much is one expected to write in a single post? Seems verbose

@Nightknight

It looked verbose because we were setting up the plot. Once the game has run, it is usually 2 paragraphs or less. Anyway, the door is still open!

Sovereign's Will: The Edge of War [Looking for new players]

Meanwhile, somewhere in Kindeance Westernmost Province
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She called the place the Lab workstation. It was the place where ingredients for some potions were ground, measured,
and then prepared to be cooked on small burners. It was also the place for her to 'work' on her test subjects; they were usually placed, tied, or sedated on a rather large table at the corner of the room in varieties of position and condition.

But today she had to empty that table at Stritzel's request. And the reason for it was even more ridiculous; to make the place easier for the eye for an inspection.

Widernia O'heyak doesn't like it when someone invades her turf.

Strangers or patrons didn't matter, the only difference was, for her patron she was willing to hide her dislikes and rein the urgency to backstab them. After all, her research could not continue without their funding. She needs them as much as they need her, and so far she could always draw a line and assure her patron that they were on equal ground.

But there was something different this time, something that tipped the scale and forced Wedernia to be more lenient, if not careful. Unlike the usual pathetic and whiny Stritzel, the patron visiting today was a powerful man, old but so powerful she could smell it.

The man was some sort of "Controller" named Jonas Delving. A patriarch of one of the most powerful clans in Kindeance. Today, after overseeing the deliverance of their regular supplies, he was scheduled to have a tour in her lab, making sure the money spent was put to good use.

So here she was, like a dog on a short leash mustering every bit of patience she could find to 'show him around'

"What is this? Inquired the man as they arrived in front of a set of rooms separated by iron bars. The first cell was dwelled by a very large bear sleeping in a very large and sturdy bed. Despite the premium decoration, and the effort of Stritzel's servant to keep it as clean as possible, the room reeked the smell of foul blood and pus.

To answer their Controller's inquiry, that bear was half the reason why Widernia was here. The diagnosis concluded that he suffered a catastrophic organ contusion and had a piece of arrowhead-shaped crystal buried somewhere under his brain cavity. The internal damage can heal, albeit slowly, but the nose trauma was... not so optimistic. In fact, it only got worse day by day.

"That's my boy." Answered Stritzel, sounding genuinely brittle. The Controller only nodded as if the bizarreness of the answer didn't faze him at all.

Shifting his attention to the next cell, there was another bear chained in an outstretched position. His eyes were opened, but didn't seem fully conscious. His head tilted several times, mostly to look at the oil lamps in the corner of the room. Every once in a while he made a low guttural sound, sometimes a faint whimper or soft whirr of his breath.

It seemed he was having a rough night yesterday. After securing some ampuls of blood from his beastly arm, it was Stritzel's turn to indulge in whatever plan she fancied for their newest plaything. She didn't know what happened after the door was closed, nor did she care, but the moans were oddly spectacular.

The controller gestured for an explanation without having to ask.

"Another specimen, his younger brother." Though her smile was still fake and she was lying to her teeth, Widernia's voice sounded more ebullient this time. "The important one. The very useful one."

"Explain to me."

Widernia set aside some of her disheveled red hair and began enthusiastically. "We have been making an enchantment potion, yet the effect was minuscule. Luckily we secured this bear some three days ago. I've tested his blood, experimenting on it... and."

"And?"

"His blood is the key ingredient to bypass a certain chemical reaction that is otherwise impossible to maintain with conventional method."

The Controller, after a long-winded pause finally nodded. He looked at the bear again, rubbing his chin as if trying to recall something. But all that mattered for Widernia was the man didn't look very excited, or disappointed after hearing about the progress she discovered, and it insulted her to her very being.

"I see the gold is being put to good use, as it should be," said the man flatly. Then he turned to Stritzel again.

"Now, I have more important things to discuss with you. My source told me Fredricus has prepared a group of agents-"

"No! No! No!"

For a brief second, Stritzel's elderly frame arched as if something had pulled her. "Were they the SAME DAMN CREATURES WHO HURT MY SON?"

"Hard to say. But there was less reason for Fredricus to not employ his previous hirelings if they were that effective."

"Effective huh," Widernia mumbled. In order to calm the impulse to backstab the Controller for his failure to appreciate her work, she had retreated into the second cell where the restrained bear was, grinning from ear to ear when she heard that the king had dispatched them to find their missing friend. The Druid Bear from the Misty Forest.

Such a twist of fate that the Controller himself was unaware that the Druid in question was right under his nose. Such ignorance was deemed advantageous for her. The man got his plan, and she got hers. Her plan was better and theirs... boring.

"You hear that, my dear test subject?" the red-haired mage purred as she caressed the bear's fur. "How lucky of you that your friends are coming. Could I say the same for my master back then?"

Her master. A sudden urge to scissor the bear's exposed neck swelled inside her, but years under her master's tutelage had allowed her to be patient, to compromise. Not now, but soon, she will have her revenge, a long, precise, and bloody. And from that act of revenge, she would create something new.

She would settle with imagining a V-shaped incision for now. And indulging herself in a tough choice between implanting the head and spine or just the head. Letting her imagination run wild before closing the cell again, and activating the runic lock.

She and Stritzel would keep this secret to themselves for this time being. Though the motives were different, it suited her purpose nonetheless.

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10:40 A.M.
[Jazdia "Slyph" Crystalspark]
Angel's Share Inn, Rascade, Kingdom of Kindeance
[FIVE DAYS BEFORE THE DECLARATION]
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"Three consecutive months with zero net profit."

The elf announced calmly, fingers tapping against the polished wooden table as she returned the income statement back to her manager. Both of them knew how bad it was, but such gestures were needed to emphsaiz how messed up he was, also as another slap to the manager's dignity. He accepted it with his head low.

Sipping her tea, the elf, Jazdia Crystalspark sighed inaudibly before reviewing her findings. "I can understand if low sales and occupancy caused the loss, but windows repairs every two weeks? Chairs and tables? What or who in the world were you inviting in all these months? Circus animals?

"Even circus animals are more behaved than these people!"

The elven woman's blue eyes narrowed.

"Who are these people?"

Lucas straightened. The change in her tone and expression was something he didn't expect, yet he knew the dangers when he saw it. It had been a precious knowledge for him to know that his investor was not someone to be trifled with.

"Locals." answered Lucas in a single exhale. And he immediately wondered if tomorrow he would hear someone was dead again. He had prepared the names should the lady ask for the specifics.

"But it stated there you allocated some of the capital to pay the guards to do more patrol on the neighborhood."

"That..."

It was at this moment Lucas knew he was the one in real danger. His investor hadn't inquired him about that fateful night, where a rabble-rouser, after being forcefully tossed out, was killed in the same night. The situation turned from bad to worse after that night; sales plummeted and potential guests were turned away by mobs. Not a week passed without one or two windows getting stoned by God knows who. And the city guards, more often than not turned a blind eye to such kind of accident. As if deliberately commanded to do so.

He gave up and told her the rest of the story, along with a letter that arrived two days ago. What else he could do?

*****

What's worse? Letting two thousand gold coins down the drain, or having another audience with Fredricus the Weaselly?

When she waltzed into Rascade royal palace, the guards and sentries were there, manning their station per usual, but strangely nobody seemed bothered to stop her. Oh, she had been expected and she recognized this kind of ploy all too well.

Remembering Lucas's story, such an accusation was not entirely far-fetched. Her last meeting with Fredricus four months ago did not end in an entirely cordial manner. Maybe Fredricus was still holding a grudge after her flat refusal to aid him with removing his political enemy? She could see the situation was not improving from four months ago, and maybe, just maybe, the sleazy monarch lowkey held her business ransom out of desperation.

She knew this hall all too well. Her last attendance at one of Fredricus' banquets was not the first, but turned out of the most memorable. She wondered how the rest of her party was doing right now. Yvonne said she planned to have a vacation somewhere outside of the nation, Cedar returned home for his hibernation, and Doctor Solomon... honestly she wasn't so sure. Fredricus had shown a great interest in having those last two under his command, and her departure was so abrupt she didn't see the aftermath of their dealings.

On her way, a certain boy greeted her, he was accompanied by that poshy chamberlain who stood straight with eyes half opened.

"Greetings Lady Crystalspark! My father has been waiting for you." said the boy, beaming with youthful excitement when Jazdia answered his offer for a handshake.

"Good to see you again, Alec." the elf managed a smile. Was it just her or he'd been getting taller for the last four months?

"His Young Highness Has been coronated, and thus milady shall address him more appropriately." the chamberlain butted in. Really, nobody asked him.

"Oh really?

Managed to set aside her irritation, and turned it into a weapon to tease, Jazdia shifted to Alex again and leaned forward. "So from now on, I have to call you Lord Alec, Lord of Rascade, Heir to the crown of Kindeace? The weather is lovely today, ain't it milord?" '

The prince shot his aide a glare before turning to Jazdia with a suppressed blush.

"Please, milady, that would be unnecessary."

Jazdia continued her march toward Fredricus' office while the prince followed beside her. There was a small talk about her arrival, how her journey was, and then how her business was doing. Awkward, but the elf appreciated the cordiality and did not want to burden this young heir with details too big for his not-so-broad shoulder to bear.

Despite the Chamberlain's assistance, Alec opened the door himself and invited Jazdia to enter. Fredrocus was there, sitting at his table, guarded by his loyal Paladin Matilda Ironsword who looked rather tensed when she saw the elf.

"Ah, you are here, good." said the king after Alex bowed and proceeded to stand by his side. Unlike their previous meeting, there was a chair prepared, and Fredricus gestured for his guest to sit.

"I was actually here to see the minister of trade and industry. Turns out your bureaucracy reform was so efficient all matters went straight to the king himself. Not bad for four months' worth of progress."

Fredricus, who took his time uncorking a bottle of wine and poured it into his own glass, didn't seem very impressed by the sarcasm.

"Cut the chatter. I think now is the time for you to listen more and talk less."

Jazdia took a deep breath when she fished out an opened envelope from her pocket and tossed it toward Fredricus' desk.

"No, you are the one who should listen. What the hell is this? A letter to shut down my business just because one of the patrons was murdered? This is an abuse."

"An abuse, perhaps. But it was a legitimate order." the king sipped his wine before continuing. "I think you have heard that they took advantage of the dead's background to amplify their message. You tell me, as someone who used to deal with this kind of propaganda how should I handle this situation?

Jazdia's silence answered the king's question. And it was a rare occasion.

"I have no dealings with that kind of business anymore."

"Yes, I heard it multiple times..." Fredricus straightened his posture and gestured his chamberlain to prepare him a parchment and ink.
"I understand. I will use my authority to revoke the order and... maybe have more guards stationed there..." Fredricus stated, solemnly, slowly as if his words had a hidden meaning in them.

Jazdia accepted the freshly sealed documents. But then her expression turned sour when she read one of its clauses. "compliance for requisition by the authority for the effort of war?!"

"Good luck running a business in a nation with martial law." Smirking, Fredricus sipped his wine again, enjoying the countdown before Jazdia's imminent outburst.

And Jazdia, not even bothered to remind Fredricus that she might bring this to a court, snapped angrily.

"Are you out of your mind?! A War?"

"Yes, it's waiting for legalization in Parliament. Want me to show you a copy of the draft?"

"I told you you should have still your hand and let the Delving decline on its own--"

Fredricus suddenly barked a laugh

"More reason for you to feel responsible then! I did just that, and the results were those traitorous bastards doubled their effort and pushed me from every direction. Now everyone wants the war, the people, half of the Senate. And maybe Meche too.

Jazdia narrowed her eyes, her hand gripped the decree like it was some wet towel. "What about Meche? What do they say about this?"

"Nothing," answered Fredricus, shaking his head in frustration. "Nothing. I sent my envoys, even before the accident four months ago and none of them are coming back. I have tasked Antigone to relay my message to Savoy and see if their neighbor can respond but that too was unsuccessful.

Jazdia turned her sight away, toward the young prince, and then to the window. "You know very well starting an unprovoked war would earn you a bad name." She said in a quieter voice.

"That's a weak reason to not start one," Fredricus pointed at his wine cabinet to have another stemware delivered. "But fair enough. I know in that elven head of yours, there is a secret you don't want to say. Why this war is bad business and why you are so interested if Kindeance would start it. Fine, keep your secret."

Jazdia tapped her fingers against the handrest of her chair and glanced at Fredricus keenly. "Do you want this war?

Into the new glass, Fredricus poured some of his wine and placed it on the other side of the table.

"Ha! Hardly. But if this is something inevitable, at least Kindeance would annex Meche if we can win this. Unlike you, I don't have much care about some farmers outside my border. If they value their lives, they should move aside and let my army pass, if my army wants their cattle they give it up."

"Same goes for you people in times of war," said Jazdia contemplatively. "with the requisition and all. They can do nothing because war will subsume daily existence, and they can't turn to the law, because law and court too are created for normal daily lives."

"It's a loss for you too."

Jazdia reached for the stemware and downed the wine.

"Shut up!"

"I have a plan---"

"Don't want to hear it."

"You would want to. At least you can mend your damaged pride that way."

"The only thing you can do is contact Meche and see if they are fine with this." Jazdia necessitated. The wine and euphemism made her want to vomit, but she needed the kick.

"That's indeed the plan. I know what you are thinking, attacking Meche unprovoked would trigger a harsh response from your former organization regardless if Meche was their ally or not. We are not that stupid. Internation law-- the old law, stipulated that the challenged nation would be given fourteen days after the declaration of war was signed. Two weeks, then all bets are off.
I know Denon well enough and he doesn't want this."

"So you need King Denon's formalized response to stop this madness."

"Correct! If not for good, then at least people would be able to know his side of the story. I will ink a letter for Denon tonight."

Seeing her puzzled expression, the king shrugged before continuing. "This, despite all said and done, is just a mere... invitation for you, Lady Crystalspark. I have prepared my team and they are expected to heed my summons in three days."

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Sovereign's Will: The Edge of War [Looking for new players]

Louise

Name: Louise Ironside

Species: Human

Age: 20

Gender: Female

Appearance: Louise Ironside is a beautiful woman who rivaling Kirsten York. She is 172cm tall, has a green eyes and blonde hair. She have a glass hour body and a milky skin tone. She wears standard female adventurers leather armor along with a hooded cape.



Bio: She is the only daughter of a wealthy family. Her family was historically a military family, so of course her father wished for the first child to be a strong son. However, following a difficult birth, her mother became unable to bear additional children. This was the first time in her family history that the family had a female heir.

Before she join the military, she was undergo harsh trail for both physical and mental and a month survivalist trail at nearby forest. Contracting a wind based spirit.

Completing the squire career, this mission will be her final requirement. Upon succeeding the task, she will proceed into knighthood.

Passives:

Weapon Prodigy: Due her training at young age. Louise got a fond of various weapon. Granting passive bonus combat effectiveness depending of the type of weapon. Adapt quicky when picking up unfamiliar weapon.

Unbending will (Passive) increase robustness. Louse is less likely to be affected by psychic manipulation such as sleep, hypnotism and mind-reading

Spells:

Purify (Self) (Active): Cleanse spell that remove disabling skill and active debuffs.

Flash step (Active): Blink 10m in any direction with a wind spell. Has 50% chance to be automatically active when attacked. Can only be activated twice per post. If the charge is depleted, the skill is disabled on the next post. Manual and automatic activation shares cooldown.

Wind Chant (Active): Protect herself from incoming damage with wind barrier. Knock back attackers upon casting. Blinking will cancel its effect and wind chant cannot be activated for the rest of the turn.

Equipment: Military issued musket and ammunition, one hand sword, military ration, mess kit, protective eyewear goggles, medical supplies and adventurer backpack.

Other:
- Purify skill was learned during medical lesson.
- Auto blink from danger by 50/50 chance.
- Despite she doesn't have medical skill, she was trained to patch up themselves and their comrades.
- She is good at cooking.
- Contracted wind spirit makes her move fast and light footed.

@Remuri

Your character is good to go!

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Prolouge
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Angel's share was never a busy inn.

Managed by a man in his late twenties named Lucas, who would frown when people refer to his establishment as a tavern, it provides the best hospitality service you could find in the entire Rascade.

Really, it cost him a large sum of money from his late Father's inheritance to turn what once looked like a building of debauchery into a respectable establishment worthy of respectable patrons. By the direction of his newfound investor, the south wall was demolished to facilitate the re-direction of the main door toward the city plaza, the second floor was fully revamped, and the interior was renovated and all was maintained with utmost hygiene. The change was drastic indeed, but certainly needed.

Yet despite all of that, the inn and its fancy rooms had never seen much occupancy since its grand opening four months ago. He thought it was simply because they opened their door at the wrong season, but then came the spring and the situation was not improving.

At least until their competitor, The Black Swann suddenly closed their doors a week ago after some nasty fights broke out in the establishment. Lucas never really cared about other people's business, but he couldn't help but eavesdrop on his patrons' swaggering even when he didn't want to; apparently, a dockhand had his jugular sliced open with a broken bottle after picking a fight with a bunch of immigrants. What an idiotic way to die.

It was another busy night when a man barged in and startled the manager. Lucas was quick to recall his practiced courtesy and be ready should the man require a check-in. Unfortunately, the man ignored him and beelined toward the table in the middle of the room and sat there.

"Oy! Where is the table service?"

Rather unusual for his waiter to be this slow, but Lucas chose to not play the role of tough manager to this new staff. It was his investor who endorsed her, so he actually has not much to say about it. Nonetheless, it was not an entirely bad deal; she was decent enough for the job, and pretty too.

"...a bottle of grog for the gentleman." Said the maid.

Lucas begrudgingly pulled out a cask of rum from the cupboard under his table and mixed it with caramelized water. Hesitantly giving it to the maid and watched as she swiftly walked back to the man's table.

Really? Just a grog? Of all the finest drink he could serve the man asked for diluted liquor? He could already predict the payment would be paltry.

The man sat there, alone. One of the other patrons from the next table, a merchant's handyman nudged the man. "Mind tellin me the story of your fondness for a weak drink?"

The man's nose wrinkled, but he ignored him. The handyman, upon realizing the man sitting next to him was not feeling friendly retreated to his group, interjecting the ongoing conversation with a thinly disguised remark about the strange fellow next to them.

"Back when I was a grunt defending the western province from mechean monkeys, grog was all we had," he grumbled, before sipping his drink.

"Some sort of veteran aren't you?" asked one of the handyman's tablemates. Lucas recognized him as a low-ranking noble who had been regular just a few days ago.

"Good sir, thank you for your service!" this time another patron, an assistant dockmaster with a scar on his face joined them. "It was a shame they relieved you from your duty so early. Especially when the war is already upon us."

Lucas wasn't so sure if it was just mere pleasantries or if there was a hidden meaning. The veteran sipped his drink, slower this time as if suppressing a growl. And then to no one in particular, he spoke. "There will be no war, our king doesn't want it."

"It's not decided yet." said the nobleman.

"Honestly what's the problem with our king?" said the dockmaster. "Meche has gone too far and we have been too soft on them."

"Ain't that the truth? Cowardice seemed to have seeped deeper into our proud city."

There was a silence.

"War is a bad business, my friend. And our king knows that." answered the nobleman. Then, to the dockmaster he continued. "And you should know that. Rascade got ships docking in her harbor because this place is peaceful. War means this water is dangerous and no captain would sail into a dangerous water. Means no money for you, Dockmaster, and everyone else. Peace brings prosperity."

"Stop speaking with your ass! What's the use of prosperity when our dignity is trampled?"

"Excuse me, what?"

"Ain't nobody trample our dignity, old man!" an off-duty soldier joined in, and immediately he and that veteran eyed each other intensely. "Rascade is still standing. People are free to do whatever they please and everyone feels safe."

The veteran, not backing off even when facing an official, suddenly slammed his mug against the table. "You too speak like a fool! What's your name? What's your unit? How could a nation be safe when the king was attacked under our nose? Right in the heart of our city? Don't you at least feel ashamed?"

The inn suddenly got frenetic. Lots of people had been muttering assent or disagreement, either with the sentiments expressed or the people expressing them. But this time they became even more thunderous when the veteran mentioned the attack four months ago. Of course, everyone remembered that, and of course, everyone was still antsy with the outcome. Although the so-called mastermind had been publicly polished, the resentment still remained. And the veteran's bold complaints resonate well with the populace.

"Don't you all notice? Things turned for the worse after our king appointed that orc woman as his bodyguard." the dockmaster chimed in again. "Wouldn't be surprised if she was actually an enemy spy! Why was our king so unwi--"

Another soldier, broader and taller than the previous stepped in, and was now towering in front of the dockmaster. "Careful, good sir. Nobody talk bad about His Highness and Captain Matilda unless he wants to spend the rest of his days without teeth!"

"Last time I checked Kindeance was a free nation!" Rigid with a seemingly bottled-up rage, the veteran stood up from his seating and faced the taller soldier. Not sure what happened next, but the situation jumped from a passive-aggressive standoff into an act of flipping the table, showing everyone that he too could be as menacing as a fully trained royal guard.

Lucas' who had been a spectator found himself jolted by a sudden ditching. The manager instinctively yelled from the counter. "Hey! You all will pay for the damage! And take your fight outside!"

"Shut up you pathetic wuss!" Barked the veteran. Now completely lost it, he faced the soldier again and spoke with unrestrained belligerence. "What the fuck are you doing soldier? Threatening people for telling the truth? Is this Kindeance I once defended with my life and limbs? Peaceful my ass! Have you seen what happened in Fanghorn? And what did our king do? Nothing! Are you folks waiting for it to happen in Rascade as well?"

"No!"

Now stepping on the broken glass like nobody's business, the veteran addressed the crowd "Good folk, do you think the city is safe? While the spies are among us? While our king sits idly?

"No!!"

"Can you feel safe knowing our soldiers are useless the King would rather entrust our problem to be solved by suspicious foreigners?!!"

"No!!!"

More people joined it, surrounding them with their rabid cheering. The soldier, who didn't want to lose face rushed to grab the Veteran's collar, intending to make him stop. But the veteran handily evaded the grip and elbowed his face, before landing a well-placed kick onto the soldier's midsection. Sending him away across the room to hit an unoccupied table.

Victorious, he raised his hands, and more people celebrated around him jeered at the soldier.

"Wayne was killed by some immigrant ruffians and what they got? A prison sentence!"

"My family at Fanghorn had to live through the winter in a hovel!"

"There is no justice at all, these soldiers are a big fat disgrace!"

The situation escalated badly everyone seemed all too eager to be the next bruiser. But the veteran was the man of the show. Menacingly he approached the downed guard, ready to give him another beating before a hand grabbed his wrist, and everyone's eyes widened in disbelief.

There was an attempt to retaliate, weak and pitiful the maid didn't give him a chance. Three consecutive blows landed on the veteran's jaw; the first blow staggered him, the second weakened him, and the third put him unconscious.

The crowd suddenly lost its buildup.

"What was everybody doing there For? Do you want me to report you all for the assault and property damage? Pay your tabs and get out of my tavern! I am calling more guards now!"

There he was. Lucas was so mad he didn't realize he used the word Tavern instead of Inn. But what the hell! What was the difference anyway if the place was this disorderly?

The night ended just like that. After the maid dragged the unconscious veteran's body out of the tavern and tossed him onto the cold sidewalk, Angel's Share finally closed its door.

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Several hours later, the veteran woke up. The world felt like spinning, but with his remaining unexpressed rage, he managed to find the inn's door and banged it several times before the vibration sent a pang to his jaw. Only by then he gave up, and limped away.

The roads were empty, and the night was cold. Embarrassment overwhelmed him, but also excitement, the feeling swelled the more his jaw ached. Next time he would plan better, doesn't matter if Angel's share closed its door. The plaza was right in front of it anyway.

Now it was time time to collect his due reward. The veteran took a sharp turn toward a dark alley. Someone was waiting for him there.

"You are late!" said his patron. Darkness, combined with his inebriated state made the veteran unable to recognize his face, but his voice was well recognized.

"Naw! Naw! We agreed to do this in my term!" still, the veteran asserted his dominance, and rightly so because he has been their useful agent on multiple occasions. But this time he did that to regain his personal pride, a pride that was robbed from him by a mere barmaid.

"Tomorrow the the fire will be bigger," he said, refocusing himself so his words didn't sound too slurry. "I have yet to use all the information. People would be interested to hear who's the true owner of that tavern! Yesterday the message will be stronger!"

His patron nodded. "You have done well!" and handed him a pouch of coins. It dropped just a moment after the veteran held it, prompting him to kneel to pick it back up.

As he stood again. Someone else suddenly appeared behind him. Instinctively he turned back. "Who was that? Who are you?"

The shilloute was taller than him. Clad in black, a mask covered his face, and his breathing fizzled from the transparent tube connecting his neck and where his mouth should be.

Then in an instant, the masked being unsheathed his blade and ran it through the veteran's torso, piercing his heart and part of his spine. The man gasped once before his killer let him go to lie down on the concrete pavement, twitching as his blood pooling around him.

"Yes, you are right. Tomorrow the message will be stronger than ever."

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Oh no, I smell trouble and you make it double already!

Sovereign's Will: The Edge of War [Looking for new players]

Jazdia "Slyph" Crystalspark

The Restaurant Owner

Name : Jazdia Crystalspark
Species : Elf
Gender : Female
Age : 55
Height : 175

Jazdia is a tall elven woman with a pale complexion, blue eyes, and long, waist-length platinum blonde hair that she often let untied. Elves are all born beautiful and Jazdia was no exception. Her attractiveness is often described as an eternal winter barely touched by the sun's embrace. But that's just another way for the gentlemen to adore her face which seemed to always sport a perpetual frown--
Ok, now you can stop it!

Former leader of a peacekeeping organization, Jazdia understands it would be in her best interest to omit such details from her MO. Not that she is a wanted criminal or anything; she ended her tenure on a relatively high note actually. The thing about working as law enforcement is you will have no shortage of old enemies who would persistently try to even the scales with you even after retirement, and Jazdia does not wish to be tangled with such... nuisances.

So now, she is just Jazdia. A restaurateur by trade, and tea connoisseur. Yeah, just put that in her business card.

Traits and spells:

-Blood Phobia (passive)
Taking damage would result in lower combat efficiency. Jazdia will start sweating, having a shaky aim and blurred vision. At a certain threshold, her Ultravision cannot be activated.
-Curse of the crimson flame (passive)
Grants limited mastery of fire magic, and moderate resistance to fire. Resting near any fire or under the sun would gradually regenerate her power and heal her wounds. However, any healing magic cast on her would instead deal damage.

-Arrow Enchantment.
Channels magic into her arrow. Can only use one type of arrow in a single turn. Has three flavors:
A. Crystal Arrows.
Magically-enchanted arrow with explosion spell contained inside. Can be programmed to either explode upon impact, delayed, or remote detonation.
B. Crystal Arrows
Non-explosive variants, but hot as hell it pierces through steel plates and mails like a hot knife through butter. Armor Piercing, nuff said.

-Counter
Any close-range attack will be answered with heavy retribution. Figuratively speaking, sometimes this extended to the non-combat situation. Proceed with caution.

-Ultravision
Channeling magic to enhance her vision, Jazdia can see through solid objects and magical manipulation such as illusion and darkness. Imposes varying degrees of strain on her body depending on the area covered and elapsed duration. Prolonged abuse of this skill might result in myopia and gradual blindness.

-Vengeance
At this point, taking heavy damage would no longer weaken her. Now she is faster and deadlier and angrier. The third flavor of her enchanted arrows unlocked:
C. Obsidian Arrows. Deals heavy damage over time for the next 4 turns. The bodies of the enemy killed by this arrow will burst out a swarm of black lepidopteran that attack nearby hostiles until either they or the caster dies, or the effect expires (3 turns). At the end of its fleeting lifespan, the butterflies will return to the caster and heal her wounds. Has 3 days of cooldown.

Equipment
-Lurea
A recurve black bow adorned with gold and silver linings on its limbs. Has an absurdly light draw weight of 44 pounds. Can never be separated from its owner no matter what.
-Maugrim
A long knife with an ivory handle and elven runes inscribed on its blade.
-A quiver containing 25 arrows
-Medium-sized satchel bag
A plain-looking bag that doesn't seem too out of fashion despite being designed with function in mind.
-Pocket watch
A memento from her father. Well maintained and functioning properly.
-Bronze compass
An antique compass pointing to the north(duh) has more buttons than the usual compass to activate its hidden features.
-Medikit
Generic first aid kit that is in the name only. Upon closer inspection, it looked nothing like those "first aid kit" commonly sold in the market. Consult with Jazdia before use.