Nightknight

The Faraway Land: Arcane Adventures (Closed 9/30/18)

@Thinslayer I'm 95% done with my character. All I got to do now is upload the images, but I don't know how to do so from my computer files. Is there any way I can do that?

The Faraway Land: Arcane Adventures (Closed 9/30/18)

@Thinslayer Kind of. I get that adding more things increases the spell as opposed to placing arbitrary limitations. I guess I will just roll with whats natural and you can correct me if I end up stretching the rules to a ludicrous degree or something.

The Faraway Land: Arcane Adventures (Closed 9/30/18)

@Thinslayer If I may ask another question (cause I'm on a roll :) ), can I say my character imagines up a spell where he can conjure up a dark fog but only in shade or dark places? Like for example it would help reinforce in his mind the obscuring fog.

The Faraway Land: Arcane Adventures (Closed 9/30/18)

I good analogy as to what I am talking about is the Nen system from HunterXHunter (assuming you've seen it) where each character had powers and abilities tailored to their personalities and the more conditions they place on their abilities the stronger they become to compensate for being more difficult to pull off.

The Faraway Land: Arcane Adventures (Closed 9/30/18)

@Thinslayer Concerning magic, can we come up with spells that require certain conditions to be met to cast? And if so, would it effect the spell in any way? I am curious as how magic and spell-casting works in your setting, as I do not know much of how you are playing it. I think it would be cool if someone has to jump through several hoops in order to get a badass spell to go off, plus it can add another dimension of depth. It could also make it to were people can't just spam lightning bolts or something, but that's just me.

The Faraway Land: Arcane Adventures (Closed 9/30/18)

@Thinslayer I know you said that this isn't D&d, but it has loosely inspired a character idea i have for a necromancer. I know necromancy is generally frowned upon in many fantasy settings, but I love the idea of a necromancer who isn't a complete douche. I'd be willing to live with the stigma if that means raising the dead or communing with spirits.

The Faraway Land: Arcane Adventures (Closed 9/30/18)

@Thinslayer I like the premise for your RP. May I join in as well? I don't have a character concept now, but I would like to make one.

The House of the Wayward Hero (DCU)

Location: La Vida Streets

After the young man took Wildheart, Sam thanked the residents and walked back onto the dark streets of La Vida. When all the chaos and commotion finally subsided, peace returned to the night. There was a certain charm to the city whenever the constant sound of tires and horns that rang across fell silent, and this was one of those times. A warm soft wind kissed the dusty streets, and the sand devils danced where their lips met. Sam walked the streets once more at ease, admiring the artistry of the rustic but raw sincerity of rock and metal.

After a few minutes his thoughts drifted back to the man who killed those men Sam tried to apprehend. Though his words he admittedly disregarded as ramblings of a mad man much to his chagrin, he felt there was at least some amount of clarity buried beneath a storm of hatred, narcissism and pettiness. Sam agreed that crime and senseless violence was a plague that drained the people of the land, and he too desired to be a paragon of JUSTICE! Perhaps that man, like the others Sam had fought that night, were souls who allowed their circumstances and their trauma to define them instead of their own hearts. It is a shame though the killer's words and action could not save him from becoming a mockery, a twisted caricature of his own ideals. He would have had the potential to become a truly amazing warrior.

As soon as the thoughts had come they had gone from Sam's mind, and a silent peace returned. La Vida was both a place of terror and wander, and held a strong presence transcending the senses. Sam was sure the city had plenty more secrets to show as he walked beneath the moonlight.

The House of the Wayward Hero (DCU)

Location: La Vida, Apartment complex

Sam stood by Wildheart's side, vigilant and nursing to the unconscious heroine. Out of respect, he stopped the occupants from unmasking her. Fortunately the EMS should be here soon to take her away from danger and into more delicate, caring hands. Just then, a young man burst through the door, and his hands started to become encased in metal as if thousands of tiny metallic ants were swarming them. "Get away from her or I'll blast you!" The teenager shouted at Sam as several high-tech drones flew in and began to take the body of the heroine away.

Sam had no idea who this man was, why he sounded genuinely concerned for Wildheart's safety, or why he was sporting tech that could put a Japan tech demo to shame, but one thing sam did know is he did NOT want to be blasted by whatever the hell he was packing. He raised his hands in plain sight and began to slowly back away from Wildheart and stepping back towards the back of the room. The fact that the upfront youth threatened to shoot Sam with god knows what made for damn certain that did NOT want to see her hurt. Ironically, the stalwart little guy might be the best person he could trust her safety to next to a doctor. Sam didn't know for certain if he truly could help, but a slim chance is better then no chance at all. Besides, it's not like it was up to him anymore.

He didn't want to escalate the situation so he spoke calmly and slowly. "I did not hurt her. I was trying to help her. I don't know what hit her, but I see your concerned for her safety. I have no doubt you can help her." Sam gave the young man a relieved smile. "Thank you." Sam has no plan of chasing them. Whoever the young stranger was, Sam knew he was no danger to Wildheart.

The House of the Wayward Hero (DCU)

Samuel walks the dark, twisted alleyways that dot La Vida's landscape, on the look out for would be muggers. Ever since Samuel arrived in the city, he could taste the fear that hung heavy in the streets like a miasmic smog. The staggering amount of people who have gone missing, especially children, has taken it's toll upon the people. To make matters worse a full-out gang war is erupting on the streets with complete disregard for those just minding their own lives getting caught in the crossfire. Samuel didn't care much for the casualties of the gangs as they had made their choice to die upon their hill, but such callous disregard for human beings outside one's target disgusted him. It was not violence, but senseless violence that wrought his ire.

Samuel causally strolled through the grey streets when he heard the faint shouting of obscenities coming from around the bend and the smell of testosterone on the wind. He clinged to the dark walls as he silently shimmied his way across the bend. After confirming to see that no one was looking at him, he turns his head invisible so that he could see around the corner without drawing attention. Two groups fully speckled in gang heraldry were approaching each other, both of them eager to shed the other's blood. Samuel was glad to see that no one who wasn't prepared to die was there, but he didn't want the gang members to throw away their lives. They were scumbags definitely, but even scumbags deserve a chance at life.

As Samuel saw them draw closer, he readied his blow gun to fire one of his specialty cocktails. Then from above he saw her, a woman with hair like fire fell from the heavens like a shooting star, only to land gracefully as a cat, and poised to strike with the ferocity of a tiger. With a steely resolve, she threatened them to cease their frivolity, least suffer her wrath.

Samuel's jaw laid agape in amazement from her spectacular entrance. He had seen other metas before, but never displaying such motion nor within such visceral vicinity. While fascinated by her power, Samuel was also strangely entranced by her, like a cobra fixated on the snake charmer's flute. He felt within him some sort of primal calling, as if his snake blood was compelling him to approach and protect her.

With the combined zeal from the heart of a warrior and the heart of a beast, he decloaks, armors himself with his thick scales, crouches on his hind legs, and starts channeling his excited energy into his legs. Charged like a spring, Samuel leaps forth with blinding speed between the rival gangs. Samuel draws his knife seamlessly in mid-flight before his feet slides smoothly across the pavement with the grace of a swan, landing just behind the mysterious stranger.

"Lady, I like your style! Please allow me the privilege of fighting by your side!" Samuel exclaimed with enthusiasm. His now narrow slit irises eyed the enemy before him. Thankfully, the gang's hard-on for bloodshed was significantly cooled from both of the meta's displays and was replaced with just the slightest twinge of apprehension. Hopefully they will decide to back down, though he had a sneaking suspicion that they might not take the hint. Either way, it is a honor to stand next to another warrior.