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Gamer, Sci-Fi lover, Engineer

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Some instructions for the next round of posts: characters need to meet up with eachother in the morning at the North Gate. Feel free to include extra dialogue that I didn't include or fill in gaps in the story where I left them. Some other important things might be what they packed, what they talk about before and after departing, etc.

Also, I posted a character sheet for Vulcure and wanted to emphasize that he's not my character and can be controlled entirely by anyone. Feel free to use his character sheet as reference for interactions with him.
Vulcure

Nebula, Genderless



Appearance: Bulky, made of the same stone as Delteria, but not as tall as Caeleo.

Age: 100

Occupation: Politician, Engineer

Personality: Caring, polite, formal. Not afraid to be direct and break social convention for the good of another sentient being.

Brief History: Vulcure fell to Delteria in the year 100, after the fall of Cynthia. It was a time the races of Y'vera needed someone who could help them rebuild their broken society, and Vulcure fulfilled that role by providing technical knowledge on crystals, golems, flux, and mechanics. He necessarily became embedded into Y'verian politics, making Delteria his home and working closely with the members of Veracity.

Aspiration: World peace, no more suffering, widespread acceptance of golems.

Flaw: Cares too much for golems, nature of his body limits his range of motion unless great effort is taken to overcome limitations

Inventory: Always has a staff made of wood, adorned with a crystal on top.
Xen





To Xen’s surprise, he saw a young woman holding a conversation with Agren about Blood Thistle, of all things. A young woman all alone in this city was rare, but one seeking that poison was exceptional. She was just turning to leave as he silently crossed the room in spite of his previously loud equipment. He made it a point to loudly step in front of her, drawing her attention to his intimidating scowl.
“Excuse me, sir,” she said in a predictably polite tone, “you’re blocking my path.” He met her eyes with his shockingly red ones.

“Blood Thistle? I can help with that.”

An eerie silence fell on the room for a moment too long. Xen broke it, adapting a polite tone to match Ivory’s.

“Forgive me. I forgot my manners. I’m Xen, the owner of this establishment. And who do I have the pleasure of making the acquaintance?” He reached out his hand, which was now returning to a natural color as the Naga blood circulated through his system.
Here's a google drive link to a public document for collaborating on posts. Feel free to use it for whatever you want. Even furious shitposting.
Caeleo





Wrrrrr, new directive received. ithica. Crystal of Balance. Protect.

Vulcure finished repairing the damaged, dark, reflective golem. He found him outside, wondering seemingly lost in the darkness. Vulcure was among those who believed golems were just as alive as the other races of Y’vera. Not everyone shared the sentiment, however.

Caeleo continued discussing things with the influential figures from Veracity and some curious Delterians. Among them were Alex Stravier and Bob-Drakken, a purebred Naga with beast-like features. Bob-Drakken wasn’t so sure about the danger the political climate posed.

“So you’re saying Storxx and Rolark would be willing to put the crystal at risk? And for what?”

“They’re old, and dying. There’s a technique Cynthia left behind for immortality, but it involves controlling a majority of the flux on Y’vera. We call it a flux takeover.”

It was about this time that one of Vulcure’s guard arrived, leading the group of individuals Caeleo had asked for. He turned his head to look at them before returning to his conversation with the Drakken family member.

“As you know, the Crystal was created by Elk to stabilize the flux of Y’vera in order to sustain mortal life. It channels a huge amount of flux through it before distributing it evenly across the world.”

“So,” Stravier chimed in, “they want to use the Crystal to achieve a flux takeover and alter the rules for themselves. Clever.”

“Exactly. There’s no telling what type of effect a flux takeover will have on a plane with mortals. It’s never happened before. It’s possible it could wipe out mortal life, or worse...”

A stony silence fell over the group. Golems could be heard toiling away, repairing the damage to the church. Bob and Alex gave each other a knowing look before Caeleo started again:

“It was my job to observe the Crystal. Watch over it for dangers. I couldn’t do it alone, so four more were assigned to watch over the rest of Y’vera for threats. I dragged them down from The Sky when I fell. Laeon to Silent-Run, Ipotael to Rissdar, Asael to Tarver, and Aefrit to Dunley. We all agreed to gather a force and convince Elk to help us protect the crystal.”

Our protagonists recognized the names of stars as they realized not one, but five Nebula fell that night. “You all are that force,” Vulcure chimed in, addressing the crowd, “you reacted confidently to Caeleo’s arrival. We need people that aren’t just warriors, but also ready to choose to protect Y’vera over the opportunity for power.”

“Drakken,” he continued, “I need you to find Elk and inform her. I know Veracity keeps tabs on her.” Bob-Drakken nodded. “As for the rest of you, we’ll be leaving from Lothair in a week’s time. Rolark and Storxx will likely hear of the Nebula arrival soon, and we can only keep our intentions secret for so long.” (A week is ten days on Y’vera. Likewise, a year has 50 weeks)

With that, Bob-Drakken and Alex Stravier took their leave. Vulcure approached Tarkus: “This is Igneous,” he presented the so-far-silent golem made of jet black rock, “I want it to accompany you. I can’t force you to help us, but something tells me you aren’t completely unfamiliar with the landscape of ithica. If you don’t want to help, feel free to keep it around. It’s a stray.”

Caeleo was talking with Sapphira and Ivory: “Thankyou for the warm welcome.” He at least knew how to keep to formalities, despite his indifference to mortals. “We’ll be leaving Delteria tomorrow morning if you want to accompany us. And you, Fae. You probably need to head back to Tarver? If you could accompany us, I know Fae have many useful variations of magic and enchantments.”
Xen

Vampiric Human, Male




Appearance:

Age: ???

Personality: Ruthless, but cunning.

Occupation: Pyrat

Brief history: Celderon was the name of a pyrat in the early days of Y'vera's history. In that time, pyrats were not only looters embodying freedom and recklessness, but also explorers and pioneers of the then unexplored lands. As a pyrat, Celderon took on the name Xen and captained the Cerberus, a speedy vessel armed to the teeth with cannons and a crew to match. Xen aggressively raided city after city, eventually moving beyond the shoreline to pull off heists further inland. He never cared much for politics at the time, but he strived to make his name known, for a name can never die. He would make his mark on Y'vera that way, with the intent of passing on the title of Dred Pyrat to his next in command someday.

Current day, the Dred Pyrat Xen is a legend, but also a living breathing person behind the most atrocious crimes of Y'vera's history. It's believed by most that the title has been passed from individual to individual, used for the fear, power, and fame the name carries. After all, no one lives in good health that long, not even those of the first few generations, and especially not a Pyrat. Xen's name isn't just whispered in legends, though. His crimes and actions are known across the world.

Aspiration: Legacy. Pursue the unknown.

Flaw: Habitually commits crime.

Inventory: Flask of blood, small explosives, variety of swords and knives, some alchemical supplies

Color: 0072bc


Paintings of Xeron




|History|

In the beginning, there was Czar and there were Fae. Fae were higher beings who acted as a collective, selectively evolving to enable themselves to harness more flux, the energy that enables magic use. Czar was the only God. He spoke and created the Czarian Coterie, a group of Gods tasked with overseeing the universe in his place. This included Cynthia, Nebula, Porcine, and Xeron. After this, Czar went silent. From these four, many other gods were created to rule the different aspects of the universe. Xeron was given the ability to create inhabitable paintings, the first of which were Y’vera, the Oscuarry, and The Sky to protect his paintings from the void. The goddess of nature, Elk, took favor with the world of Y’vera and gave it life. The flux of the void was too strong for mortal life on Y’vera, so Elk created the Crystal of Balance to keep most of it at bay. Life thrived on Y’vera, but was unable to develop advanced consciousness. Czar saw this, and in combination with his displeasure of his Coterie in ruling the void, killed Cynthia, Porcine, and Nebula, forcing them to be reborn as mortals in each of the paintings: Cynthia to Y’vera, Porcine to The Oscuarry, and Nebula to The Sky.

With the advent of mortals, Xeron took pity on their souls and designated the Oscuarry as their final resting place. Nebula took advantage of the empty painting of The Sky and fractured himself into thousands of shining beings with which he could observe all other paintings. Elk willingly killed herself to be with Cynthia and rule over nature on Y’vera. She seeded Cynthia with the first human, and they became progenitors of humanity.

Those beyond the first generation aged and died. It was at this time that the new Czarian Coterie began to take interest in the affairs of the mortal world. They began exercising their will over humans like pawns in a game of chess. Religions formed, but it wasn’t enough for some Gods. Some radicals decided to join their followers in Y’vera by killing themselves to be reborn as mortals, sometimes creating new races of their own. Tension in Y’vera rose, until Coyote, father to a race of beasts disguised as humans, usurped Cynthia as ruler of the the human continent Ephesus. He attempted to rule from the capital city Delteria, but was met with the resistance of the an army led by two human brothers, Storxx and Rolark. Together they drove Coyote and his followers off the mainland of Ephesus, to The Venison, a desolate desert wasteland off the coast, where Elk’s touch hadn’t yet reached.

Storxx and Rolark established themselves as leaders of the new world, creating two cities on the island ithica, the home to the Crystal of Balance. Odium was Storxx’s city to the north, and Lucre was Rolark’s city to the south.

Around this time the first 100 year cycle was completed and a star fell from the sky marking its passing. This star was the Nebula Vulcure, who chose to fall into Y’vera. His physical form was torn from him during his descent to Delteria. He crashed into the stonework and rebuilt his body using the materials around him. Some called him a golem, but the reality was he was very much living with a crystal core containing his spiritual self. Vulcure became an influential figure in Delterian politics, working closely with Storxx and Rolark.


|Current Day|

Eon 2, Year 95, Week 32

Wormsloe is a seedier town at the peak of the Gloam Delta. Built using the dark wood of the surrounding forests, the city is among the newer cities of Y’vera. It has an eclectic mix of culture and architecture from all races save for the Fae. On a good day you might even spot a Siren if you know where to look.

A new city in the current political climate meant no ruling faction. Wormsloe technically had a council, but it wasn't composed of career politicians. Rather, it had tradesman from several of the city’s largest industries: lumber, herbalism, crops, transportation, brewing, and fishing. By day they worked hard and by night they reaped what they sowed by partaking in whatever pleasures Wormsloe offered. Once every 10 days they met in the river docks (which were honestly quite impressive) to discuss the going ons and problems of the surrounding landscape. They rarely needed to give their attention to a problem as most tradesmen worked out disputes themselves. Occasionally, though, the leaders would need to unite their community to deal with a common threat, the latest of which was an elusive fable: Dread Pirate Xen.

Enter Ivory. The pale red haired girl had recently discovered a 150 year old journal inside her Alchemy Shop (The Sacred Mind) detailing a process for the thistlization of blood: another fable that “experts” (no one thought of them as anything other than insane) claimed would grant eternal life if successfully achieved. The journal called for a rare evergreen plant known as Blood Thistle. The problem is, Blood Thistle was a well known poison. Which brings our story to Wormsloe; someone here must be able to provide it.

Ivory’s arrival was timed terribly (or wonderfully, if you think getting involved in a political drama that ultimately results in the creation of a vampire is “wonderful”). She arrived in Wormsloe at the height of Dread Pirate Xen’s most egregious plot yet: he intended to turn Wormsloe into the Underworld hub of Y’vera. His title had amassed a following over the past 150 or some odd years, and he schemed to use it to plant seeds in the council as well as in every trade network moving through the river city. Ivory was just unfortunate enough to ask one of Xen’s plants for information regarding Blood Thistle.


|Races|

Human
Descendants of the Goddess Cynthia. Inhabit most of Y’vera, but mainly Ephesus.

Ashen
Dark, ashy skin. Mixed race of all races on Y’vera. Mainly live in the Darkshire as outcasts. Humanoid.

Ogre
Descendants of the Gods Ocan and Ogren. From the islands Ocan and Ogren.

Nebula
Descendants of the god Nebula, mostly live in The Sky as stars. One selectively falls to a painting of their choice every 100 years. Body is made up of inorganic matter. (If you pick this let me know. There are not many Nebula in the world of PoX)

Fae
Descendants of evolved Fae. Live in a Fae city named Tarver built in the middle of the ocean.

Small humanoids with wings. (¼ size of humans)

Naga
Descendants of the god Tiamat. Females take snake-like form. Commonly referred to as Sirens. Males take lizard-like form. Lives in Silent-run and The Venison.

Male: Rough scaly skin. Lizard-like Humanoid. Thick long lizard tails.

Female: Snake-like and smooth scales from the waist down. Waist up normal humanoid with dark colored skin (purple, grey, etc). Some born without cavities for nose, mouth, ears, or eyes.

Golems
Artificial race created through clever use of flux and crystals. Arguably not really sentient. Inhabit Feyere. Composed of inorganic matter, besides their crystal cores.

Lycan Variants
Originally descendants of the god Coyote. Disguise themselves as humans. Lycanthropy affects different races in different ways.

Vampiric Variants
Beings infected with vampirism. Don’t age.


|Character Requirements|

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`“I dunno, darling,” the raspy voice of the scarred Naga-Ashen half-breed began, “Blood Thistle is mighty hard to grow, even in a region as rich as Gloam. It takes 50 years to bloom, which is when the leaves become particularly... potent.” He spared no words trying to conceal the fact that Ivory was seeking a poison.

“I didn't travel all this way to be told it's not possible to acquire.” Ivory was persistent. She ran a shop in Delteria and knew how to haggle. She decided to be more direct with the creature’s criminal tone. “You must know where I can find some.”

“I’ll tell ya what, love. I'll ask around. See if anyone's got any still lying around.” He scrawled something on some parchment and shoved it in his satchel. “Not likely, though. The stuff was hoarded decades back and nobody has the heart to grow it. At least if they do they don't much care to tell anyone.”

“Thank you. It is much appreciated.” Her tone was almost too formal for the rundown apothecary.

The floorboards creaked as the half-bread’s weight shifted. “You don't look the part of a killer. But I supposes that's the idea...”
Xen






Xen walked the streets of Wormsloe, confident that anyone who did recognize him wouldn’t have the courage to approach him. He was armed to the teeth with ornate but functional weaponry, jingling with each confident step. He entered the back door of an apothecary, The Empty Bottle, and hungrily licked his lips. Inside, a muffled conversation could be heard coming from the front, but Xen paid it no mind. The only things on his mind was refilling the empty flask he carried on his belt, and wetting his parched lips. He opened a cellar door and descended.

Inside was a gruesome sight. A female Naga lie dead, pale as a Naga could be, in a dimly lit corner. Her tail had been detached, and thrown hastily across her lifeless body. Xen quickly twisted the cap off his flask, crossed the room, and held it under the spigot of a small barrel surrounded by a splotches of blood. He twisted the valve quickly and precisely as a steady stream of thick, red liquid poured into his metallic flask. He took a swig, sighed, then topped it off. It had been a long day for Xen, putting the pieces into place for his greatest scheme yet. He normally worked out of his hideout, but disliked having guests there. He still needed a center of operations, however, if he wanted to carry out more elaborate plans. Wormsloe was an ideal location, being in the middle of the North-South trade route. He could recruit and influence from the shadows here if all goes according to plan. The only piece missing was what he would do next to draw the eye of the public away from Wormsloe.

He returned the leather-bound flask to its holster, then walked back upstairs. He was curious what type of visitor would go to an apothecary in Wormsloe.
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