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Rise of the New Heroes

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Rise of the New Heroes

Ohh Jay, oh why?

Name:

Olivia Jay

Hero Name:

The Punisher

Age:

28

Gender:

Female

Family:

Olivia was disowned when she turned 18 and thus does not have a proper family anymore. While they are still in contact with their siblings, Olivia has distanced herself from every facet of her former life.

Jessica Jameson - Sister
John Jameson - Brother

Occupation:

Olivia is currently employed by a local coffee shop and moonlights as a stand-up comedian. While she would love to be full-time with the latter, the insurance offered by the former is too good to pass up.

Appearance:

Olivia has never really stood out in a crowd, standing at a comfortable height of five feet seven inches tall and with a lithe frame hidden beneath layers of clothes. Her hair is an organized mess, and it is always one color or the next and cut short in one area and long in others. She maintains three tattoos, all hidden beneath her sleeves.

While she is new to her super-powered status, Olivia has used her skills with Cosplay to get a rudimentary costume created. At its core, it's a simple combination of clothes that she had bought but never wears. A simple pair of high-waisted black jeans rest overtop of a pair of fashionable, yet durable, boots that make up the base of the ensemble. She wears a tight but thin, black hoody underneath a rose pattern leather jacket that zips up to the midpart of her neck. The hood is always up and hides the face underneath while the bottom of the hoodie is tucked neatly into the pants. She wears a custom-made LED mask on her face with two preset selections for the lights. The first is the one that she likes the most, and it simply illuminates the face with a laughing look. The second option turns that smile right side up and reveals a frown. She calls her current outfit Comedy and Tragedy.

Superpower: Gift of gab

Olivias power stems from her voice. She has not had a lot of time to explore it, but she has learned enough to know the basics of how to use it. Her words can carry suggestions. Some weak, and some much more powerful. These suggestions can compel people to do something that she is thinking of. She can drive someone to adopt an animal from a kill shelter, buy her dinner, and even step in front of traffic if she so desires. While she has not had the amplest time to explore this further, she is confident enough with it.

Her most potent suggestions are moved by her jokes. These jokes are often puns or a simple play on words. The more simple the joke, the more restrained the effects. A simple one can cause even the most seasoned henchmen to groan in disgust, throw up their hands, and walk away from the scene. An elaborate joke, however, can cause henchmen to turn on their leader.

From what she has explored, this power is something that has to be engaged to work. She can have whole conversations with people without compelling someone. As soon as she thinks about the desired outcome, however, the words will affect those targeted by them.

Skills:

Mean cup of joe: As a barista, Olivia is very well versed in making a decent cup of coffee. Whether this is actually making a cup from good beans or not, most of her creations shall be tasty enough.

Jokester: Olivia has always been one who wants to lighten the mood. As such, she is quick with her jokes and even quicker to raise the spirits of her friends.

Invisible to most: As someone who wishes to never be perceived, she has found a way to achieve that by blending in with most crowds. Whether with a simple hat and pair of sunglasses or more, she can make herself invisible.

Personality:

Olivia has experienced her life up to this point as one baptism by fire after the next. From her confusing childhood, self-actualization, disownment by her family to the crushing realization that society as a whole would rather see her as a statistic than being herself, Olivia has seen and overcome all the trauma that has been thrown her way. This has come at a cost. Slow to trust and even slower to embrace strangers as friends, Olivia constantly keeps her distance from others. Olivia often seeks to isolate herself from the world for days on end when her mental health dips.

She does not like to burden others with her burdens. As such, she will almost always pretend to be this happy-go-lucky person. She will wear these mental masks and keep her true self hidden from most, if not all. To her close friends, Olivia will always be their loudest supporter and most fierce protector.

Biography:

Disowned by her family at the age of eighteen, Olivia does not talk about her formative years. Since that date, she has bounced from college to working a dead-end job, back to college, and back to another dead-end job. While Olivia has struggled to keep herself afloat, she has survived and has recently started to thrive. Throughout the years, she has always had a fascination with the heroes of the world, and she wished they could do more than just fight the overt villains.

That was until she discovered her power a week ago. It was a simple night like most others. She was at a friend's house discussing an upcoming stand-up appearance she was going to make. Her friend dangled a carrot for a pun, and Olivia pounced on the easy joke. Yet her voice felt different as she spoke, and it felt more powerful. As the joke left her mouth, her friend's eyes fogged over for a brief second before they returned to normal. Her friend let out the biggest groan Olivia had ever heard, got up, and left their own apartment, all the while muttering about how awful it was. Olivia, of course, followed her friend, trying to calm them down.

After a few minutes, their friends' eyes once again fogged over. As the clarity returned back to their eyes a moment later, they gasped. The panic in their eyes alerted Olivia to the fact that something strange had happened. After a few more mistakes with her power and the realization that she could compel people with her words, Olivia took it upon herself to simply shut up. All of that was the result of a stupid play on words with a specific electric pokemon name. As the days turned into the first week with her power, Olivia realized that she still had much to learn. All the same, she feels an obligation to the world to be one of its new heroes.

Anything Else: (Stuff not covered by the above sections that you'd like to include or not)

New Superhero RP (Title is a Work in Progress)

I am interested :D

It is time that I busted out my idea for a Superhero who has a voice related power. Her Superhero name will be The Punisher, and bad jokes are her weapons.

The Fall of Faith

Don't think I have the free time to commit myself to an Advanced RP at the moment, but I'll definitely keep my eye on this.

@Guy0fV4lor

All good! I may end up leaving it as a BETA RP but we will see where the interest is!

The Fall of Faith

roleplayerguild.com/topics/186894-the… BETA IC. This will be most likely a beta or advanced RP.

"Who could have known how our war would change? How our walls would become raked with barbs thrown from monsters with skin of metal, how our towers would crumble from the fire brought down as their beasts roared in the heavens above. Who would have known? Would it have mattered?

Our fortress lay bare, and the once-great walls of the Knife's Edge litter the landscape, her towers broken and fragmented. Our home for a decade had finally fallen. This fight was not a battle we could have won; no, no, this fight's outcome was settled the day they began this war. With each defeat, they brought new weapons, with each setback new soldiers. With each passing year, we found that our enemy was committed to ending our existence, and our strategies were all for naught.

Their beasts on the ground sat too far back for our magic to hit, and the night sky hid the ones above. We lashed out like children as our fire mages illuminated the fields with their red and yellow glow. In contrast, our force mages launched their boulders into the enemy formation. Yet each salvo they sent and with fire dropped, they claimed lives as if it were a sport. I watched in horror as friends after friend met their fate at the end of a barb or under the crushing weight of our collapsing walls. I watched in shock as my fellow soldiers disappeared in a mist of bone and blood as the fire from above hit and exploded around them. I saw it all. It will be the end of us.

I led a desperate retreat from our home into the forest east and away from the carnage. Of all the commanders, only I remain. I lead a small, inexperienced, and ill-equipped squad that must quickly become warriors. Now, we must fight our way across enemy-held land with hunters on our heels, for there is a secret crossing into the Land of Whispers. From there, we can return to our home and prepare our final defense.

IC

"They never told us what to expect, so I imagined we would become knights. I saw it as clear as day, our shiny plate armor, our swords that had names, and the look that our fellow soldiers would bestow upon us as we arrived upon the battlements. It was an incredible sight to envision for that young Saldonian mage, who had just crossed the Land of Whispers, to hold. Back then, I had faith, faith in my leader, faith in my commander, and faith in the impossible fact that the will of a nation united had held back the unbeatable. Back then, I had my faith, and now I do not. How could you have faith if you've seen what I've seen?

They never told us that our enemy wielded beasts with skins of steel, or that their soldiers were all covered in plate, or that their archers could fire without reloading, or that our mages would be hunted and caged. Never were we told that we were fighting an enemy who had a deep hatred for my kind, a resentment born into their magicless souls. They break easily enough. However, the armor they wear is shoddy, and the imperfections baked in make them walking metal coffins when the battle starts.  

They tell us to hold our faith in our cause. How can I have faith if I've seen the things that I have seen? In the bodies, I have created? How can I hold onto my hope in a land of death and despair? I can't; how could I? When they bring their monsters of war that kill us with their heavy bolts. Or when they send their monsters of the sky who drop fire on our positions.

I have seen my friends disappear into a mist of red in front of me, walls crumble around, and whole sections of our army obliterated in an instant. We are still told to keep our faith. Our leaders sit safe, across the Land of Whispers, behind their thick walls and up in their tall castles and dare to tell us to keep the faith.

Faith is an addiction, and I will be dependant on it no longer.

It has been a week since our walls lit up the countryside. We lost friends in the days that have followed our retreat, and we are down to only a few now. I will attempt to lead them across our enemies' barren lands back home through a hidden passage. I hold no faith in our ability to win the war, but I know that they do, and I must protect them all the same."

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The Basic idea for this story:

Hider

Hello all!

A whale here to talk about an idea I have for a story! The premise is we would be from the Saldonian nation and would have been apart of a long, grueling conflict with the Empire of Aurr. I plan to flesh out the details here soon, but the general gist of the war's state is that it is at a stalemate. While much more technologically advanced, the Empire has had trouble pushing across the natural barriers (the land of whispers) and through the tall, thick walls that block the way through a canyon that cuts through a dangerous and vicious mountain range.

The Empire of Aurr would have some fun tech that would make most encounters dangerous. The weapons I plan to reveal upfront (repeater bows) will be what the war has seen thus far. These would come with some details but would still be an unknown as to how they work. I will slowly sprinkle in new and more dangerous elements. They, as a race, would be considered an invading force, with their home being across the sea and unknown at this point. They would be likely a human fantasy race.

Setting for the story:

Hider

Our story takes place on the continent of Hal'van, one of the larger and more diverse landmasses in this world. From the tropical coasts on the most eastern side to the desert that is the land of whispers, there exists the possibility for every biome and lifestyle therein. This landmass is inhabited by a race called the Saldonians. They are generally around five foot eight inches tall and have a more tan color to their skin. Though there are regional differences, however. The Saldonians who call the Land of Whispers and the capital city their home, for example, are closer to six feet in height and their skin is generally more amber in color. Meanwhile, some Saldonians call the vast forests their home and have adapted shorter heights to assist in navigating their trees.

Over the past hundred years, many Saldonian nations were forced to retreat from their homes. Ultimately, they find themselves across the Land of Whispers in the capital city. Though they are far from their home, those who have magic still retain their unique magic from their homeland.

Our story will start at the onset of winter in the westernmost area of the Saldonian Nation. We are one week removed from witnessing the destruction of our fortress and are running for our lives, trying to make it home. Behind us, their hunters stalk our movements while ahead; we may encounter their soldiers and beasts with skin of metal.

Enemies:

Common Soldier:

The common footsoldier is a well-armored and armed enemy that poses a significant threat to mages in single combat. They receive enough training that their shield and sword will move with precision and grace. They are entombed in thick but crude plate armor that seems to resist magic for a brief second. Though beyond that, they are most dangerous when they are in numbers. A mage can efficiently dispatch one, but three or more would spell certain doom for a mage.

The common ranged enemy is also armored in a similar fashion but carries a dangerous weapon; the repeater bow. Not much is known about the repeater outside the fact that it looks like a crossbow with a strange protrusion near where the bolt is released. What is known is the damage it can inflict. It can send bolts downrange every second. When they squeeze the trigger, it fires and readies another bolt. It has been seen that they can even hold down the trigger, and it will keep firing until its bolts have been exhausted. Their range is not far, and plate armor quickly resists their fire. Though mages, in particular, are found to be the victim of these soldiers.

Elite Enemies

Elite enemies are often found spearheading assaults and leading the common soldier in other regards. They, too, are usually dressed in full plate, but their armor is polished and shines. They often add frills in the form of a cape or a skirt overtop their armor. They usually wield swords of great length and are dangerous in every regard when it comes to combat. The key distinction between a common soldier and these more elite enemies is their armor resists magic readily, often absorbing a full inferno before the metal becomes subject to failure. A common practice is to hit these soldiers with multiple forms of magic to weaken the ward; fire to heat and water to crack it.

In terms of a ranged elite, we have only seen armed with a repeater bow with two arms and longer bolts. They aren't as quick-firing as the typical repeater, but they have been able to easily pierce standard plate armor.

Beasts

It was dark when our enemy first revealed their monsters, not much is known at this time.

How magic works in this RP

Hider

Magic works on a similar system to that of strength in this RP in the sense that the more training one has, the more powerful they can become. On the same note, rare prodigies are naturally good and whose power can rival masters with less training. The magical talent would reveal itself to the mage at a young age in a way that is reminiscent of their magic. A fire mage would create sparks or accidentally burn something, while a force mage would levitate or move something. The mage's power would be volatile early on, so seeking out proper training is a must for any would-be mage.

Magic use drains stamina. Prolonged use of magic in a short period will tire out the mage, much like a warrior in battle. Furthermore, over-casting is a real problem that mages are taught to avoid. A mage can break through exhaustion and keep using the magic. Still, it comes with the aforementioned risk of over-casting. Over-casting is a fatal condition where the user's magic consumes them, often detonating in a grim explosion with their power (a fire mage would be consumed by flames, a force mage would be crushed into the ground, and so on and so forth).

The Saldonians as a whole are naturally adept at wielding magic, while the Empire of Aurr has reportedly never seen a mage born to their race.

Fire magic

Fire magic is, in essence, as the title suggests. A mage would draw from their latent magical abilities, focus them, and unleash various firey spells. A young mage may only be able to send sputtering sparks, a more advanced could summon a torrent of flames, while a master would be able to direct it in a focused and tight beam. The result, however, would be fire all the same.

The fire could only be controlled as it exited the arm. Its destructive powers know no equal in the magic of Saldonian people. The fire magic can burn through structures, melt armor, and ravage whole sections of an enemy's formation. Yet, those who want to master the inferno need to seek control of themselves. A fire mage who lacks it can cause significant harm to both themselves and everyone around them.

With a lack of control comes a lack of restraint. A fire mage who burns too bright runs the risk of the magic consuming them. When a mage sends forth their magic, their hand cracks and gives way to lines that glow vibrant colors of red and yellow. As their magic use prolongs, the cracks spiral and spread, heading up their arm. As it reaches their elbows, their magic begins to take a toll on their health. Every burst darkens the skin around the cracks and saps the strength of the mage. In turn, the flames dull with each cast, and soon enough, the mage will be on the verge of losing control. Their arms looking more akin to charcoal at this point, the fire magic will burst forth from the mage, consuming both the caster and all near.

A fire mage is taught this from their earliest lessons. Therefore, if a fire mage wants to survive the horrors of war, they must learn to control the inferno and act strategically to starve out the fire. An adept fire mage will be a gentle but powerful force. They will strike when the moment is right and save their magic strength for when it matters the most.

Force Magic

Force magic is magic that can control or manipulate objects. It can move a sword into someone's side or remove their helmet to open up a new avenue of attack. The Force mage's power range is dramatically different than the other magics. A novice may nudge an object along, whereas a master could lift a whole battalion off their feet and crush them in their armor. Though the force mages found on the battlefield can do something in the middle. They can often lift a group of soldiers off their feet, but that would require them to expel a great deal of their magic. Instead, most force mages work in tandem with other mages to supplement their strengths, such as launching pots of flaming oil into enemy ranks.

A force mage can manipulate most objects, and they can fling a spear with high power, throw rocks and boulders, and even fight a swordsman with a levitating sword. Force magic is seen as a jack of all trades type of magic and less skill-intensive than a fire mage. Make no mistake, a force mage that masters their magic is a mighty mage who can control whole battlefields.

There are limits to this magic. If a mage tries to lift an object that is too heavy or exerts too much power on a throw, they risk running out of magic and even the magic consuming them. Much like a fire mage, a force mage will show signs in the forms of cracks that form in the palm of their hands and spread outward and up the arm. The cracks are a grey color and seem to pulsate with the beat of their hearts. If a mage uses magic as their stamina drops, they risk their body being subject to the same force they are exerting. Sometimes a leg will snap, or they could be forced to the ground. Exert too much magic after this, and the spell can consume them, crushing their bones and collapsing their chest.

Other Magic.

There are other schools of magic, such as healing, water, and more. I will expand this as time goes on and if there is a school of magic that you want to explore, let me know!

Nations:

Empire of Aurr

There will be two nations that will be the focus of our story; The Empire of Aurr and the Saldonian Nation

The Empire sailed to this continent's shores some hundred years ago and has since waged a constant, bloody war as they conquered nation after nation. Many smaller Saldonian countries have found a safe haven behind the Saldonian Nation walls, leaving their homes behind in the process. Throughout the now conquered lands, cities and towns have sprung to life as citizens of the empire move to their new homes. Their soldiers appear to be of the same race, each standing around six feet tall with broad shoulders and muscular arms.
The Empire has advanced across three-quarters of the continent over the past hundred years. Still, the lines have remained almost static over the past ten. While they bring forward new weapons to try and push through the Saldonian Nation, the defenders have held the line.

They are a quick-lived species, and it is understood few make it past sixty years of age. However, many have claimed that there exists those whose ages are closer to a hundred years old.

Saldonian nation

The Saldonian Nation is a kingdom that was born out of the waste that is the Land of Whispers. The cruel winds and vast expanse have caused many travelers to lose their lives in the desolate plains. The Saldonian's have long used natural formations in their defenses. The gorge before the desert is heavily fortified with castles and fortress covering the crossing points, while a mountain range, the Fangs of God, offers only one way through, walled off by the massive and thick walls of the Fortress of Sal'vear.

The native Saldonians are tall and amber-skinned. Still, over the past century, they have become a diverse culture filled with the survivors of the Empires' steady advances. The Saldonian nation beyond the wall is filled with numerous oases and even fertile farmland found along the river Val. Near the eastern coast, the desert gives way to another mountain range and a thick forest.

The native Saldonians here are fierce fighters and even more aggressive fire mages. They enjoy long lives of nearly one hundred and seventy years being ordinary, while many can make it to three hundred years of age.

The Saldonian, unlike the Empire of Aurr, has a very diverse and uniquely powerful military force. Mages are a plentiful occurrence for the Saldonian nation. As such, their army revolves around protecting and keeping their mages safe. Their footsoldiers are dressed in matching fashion, usually covered from head to toe in plate armor, focusing on shields and long weapons such as spears. The mages tend to favor lighter robes and staves, with some still adorning colors reflecting their homes.

Other Nations

This is where you get to be creative if you so desire. I plan to create a few more notable nations, but if you wanted your character to have a heritage of your own creation feel free to create away! I will update this section with your creation.

Rules:

Hider

1.) No controlling another player's character in any shape or form. Pretty standard, but it has to be said.

2.) Combat is usually free form, meaning that you can write your character killing most enemies. Sometimes I will throw out specific or unique enemies that you cannot kill so merely. We can either write a collab post or roll a dice to determine the success of the fight and/or action.

3.) Stupid decisions can lead to erroneous results. Don't charge at the enemy alone, and your character can die if there are repeated offenses! Per rule 2, combat is free form but does not mean charging at 10 enemy soldiers and expecting a good time.

4.) Our enemies called you stupid, are you gonna take that? Write me your response when you post your CS, so I know you have read these rules!

5.) No arguing in the OOC. Take it to a PM or to discord.

6.) Have fun!

If you have any questions just let me know!

The Fall of Faith

roleplayerguild.com/topics/186894-the… BETA IC. This will be most likely a beta or advanced RP.

"Who could have known how our war would change? How our walls would become raked with barbs thrown from monsters with skin of metal, how our towers would crumble from the fire brought down as their beasts roared in the heavens above. Who would have known? Would it have mattered?

Our fortress lay bare, and the once-great walls of the Knife's Edge litter the landscape, her towers broken and fragmented. Our home for a decade had finally fallen. This fight was not a battle we could have won; no, no, this fight's outcome was settled the day they began this war. With each defeat, they brought new weapons, with each setback new soldiers. With each passing year, we found that our enemy was committed to ending our existence, and our strategies were all for naught.

Their beasts on the ground sat too far back for our magic to hit, and the night sky hid the ones above. We lashed out like children as our fire mages illuminated the fields with their red and yellow glow. In contrast, our force mages launched their boulders into the enemy formation. Yet each salvo they sent and with fire dropped, they claimed lives as if it were a sport. I watched in horror as friends after friend met their fate at the end of a barb or under the crushing weight of our collapsing walls. I watched in shock as my fellow soldiers disappeared in a mist of bone and blood as the fire from above hit and exploded around them. I saw it all. It will be the end of us.

I led a desperate retreat from our home into the forest east and away from the carnage. Of all the commanders, only I remain. I lead a small, inexperienced, and ill-equipped squad that must quickly become warriors. Now, we must fight our way across enemy-held land with hunters on our heels, for there is a secret crossing into the Land of Whispers. From there, we can return to our home and prepare our final defense.

IC

"They never told us what to expect, so I imagined we would become knights. I saw it as clear as day, our shiny plate armor, our swords that had names, and the look that our fellow soldiers would bestow upon us as we arrived upon the battlements. It was an incredible sight to envision for that young Saldonian mage, who had just crossed the Land of Whispers, to hold. Back then, I had faith, faith in my leader, faith in my commander, and faith in the impossible fact that the will of a nation united had held back the unbeatable. Back then, I had my faith, and now I do not. How could you have faith if you've seen what I've seen?

They never told us that our enemy wielded beasts with skins of steel, or that their soldiers were all covered in plate, or that their archers could fire without reloading, or that our mages would be hunted and caged. Never were we told that we were fighting an enemy who had a deep hatred for my kind, a resentment born into their magicless souls. They break easily enough. However, the armor they wear is shoddy, and the imperfections baked in make them walking metal coffins when the battle starts.  

They tell us to hold our faith in our cause. How can I have faith if I've seen the things that I have seen? In the bodies, I have created? How can I hold onto my hope in a land of death and despair? I can't; how could I? When they bring their monsters of war that kill us with their heavy bolts. Or when they send their monsters of the sky who drop fire on our positions.

I have seen my friends disappear into a mist of red in front of me, walls crumble around, and whole sections of our army obliterated in an instant. We are still told to keep our faith. Our leaders sit safe, across the Land of Whispers, behind their thick walls and up in their tall castles and dare to tell us to keep the faith.

Faith is an addiction, and I will be dependant on it no longer.

It has been a week since our walls lit up the countryside. We lost friends in the days that have followed our retreat, and we are down to only a few now. I will attempt to lead them across our enemies' barren lands back home through a hidden passage. I hold no faith in our ability to win the war, but I know that they do, and I must protect them all the same."

------------

The Basic idea for this story:

Hider

Hello all!

A whale here to talk about an idea I have for a story! The premise is we would be from the Saldonian nation and would have been apart of a long, grueling conflict with the Empire of Aurr. I plan to flesh out the details here soon, but the general gist of the war's state is that it is at a stalemate. While much more technologically advanced, the Empire has had trouble pushing across the natural barriers (the land of whispers) and through the tall, thick walls that block the way through a canyon that cuts through a dangerous and vicious mountain range.

The Empire of Aurr would have some fun tech that would make most encounters dangerous. The weapons I plan to reveal upfront (repeater bows) will be what the war has seen thus far. These would come with some details but would still be an unknown as to how they work. I will slowly sprinkle in new and more dangerous elements. They, as a race, would be considered an invading force, with their home being across the sea and unknown at this point. They would be likely a human fantasy race.

Setting for the story:

Hider

Our story takes place on the continent of Hal'van, one of the larger and more diverse landmasses in this world. From the tropical coasts on the most eastern side to the desert that is the land of whispers, there exists the possibility for every biome and lifestyle therein. This landmass is inhabited by a race called the Saldonians. They are generally around five foot eight inches tall and have a more tan color to their skin. Though there are regional differences, however. The Saldonians who call the Land of Whispers and the capital city their home, for example, are closer to six feet in height and their skin is generally more amber in color. Meanwhile, some Saldonians call the vast forests their home and have adapted shorter heights to assist in navigating their trees.

Over the past hundred years, many Saldonian nations were forced to retreat from their homes. Ultimately, they find themselves across the Land of Whispers in the capital city. Though they are far from their home, those who have magic still retain their unique magic from their homeland.

Our story will start at the onset of winter in the westernmost area of the Saldonian Nation. We are one week removed from witnessing the destruction of our fortress and are running for our lives, trying to make it home. Behind us, their hunters stalk our movements while ahead; we may encounter their soldiers and beasts with skin of metal.

Enemies:

Common Soldier:

The common footsoldier is a well-armored and armed enemy that poses a significant threat to mages in single combat. They receive enough training that their shield and sword will move with precision and grace. They are entombed in thick but crude plate armor that seems to resist magic for a brief second. Though beyond that, they are most dangerous when they are in numbers. A mage can efficiently dispatch one, but three or more would spell certain doom for a mage.

The common ranged enemy is also armored in a similar fashion but carries a dangerous weapon; the repeater bow. Not much is known about the repeater outside the fact that it looks like a crossbow with a strange protrusion near where the bolt is released. What is known is the damage it can inflict. It can send bolts downrange every second. When they squeeze the trigger, it fires and readies another bolt. It has been seen that they can even hold down the trigger, and it will keep firing until its bolts have been exhausted. Their range is not far, and plate armor quickly resists their fire. Though mages, in particular, are found to be the victim of these soldiers.

Elite Enemies

Elite enemies are often found spearheading assaults and leading the common soldier in other regards. They, too, are usually dressed in full plate, but their armor is polished and shines. They often add frills in the form of a cape or a skirt overtop their armor. They usually wield swords of great length and are dangerous in every regard when it comes to combat. The key distinction between a common soldier and these more elite enemies is their armor resists magic readily, often absorbing a full inferno before the metal becomes subject to failure. A common practice is to hit these soldiers with multiple forms of magic to weaken the ward; fire to heat and water to crack it.

In terms of a ranged elite, we have only seen armed with a repeater bow with two arms and longer bolts. They aren't as quick-firing as the typical repeater, but they have been able to easily pierce standard plate armor.

Beasts

It was dark when our enemy first revealed their monsters, not much is known at this time.

How magic works in this RP

Hider

Magic works on a similar system to that of strength in this RP in the sense that the more training one has, the more powerful they can become. On the same note, rare prodigies are naturally good and whose power can rival masters with less training. The magical talent would reveal itself to the mage at a young age in a way that is reminiscent of their magic. A fire mage would create sparks or accidentally burn something, while a force mage would levitate or move something. The mage's power would be volatile early on, so seeking out proper training is a must for any would-be mage.

Magic use drains stamina. Prolonged use of magic in a short period will tire out the mage, much like a warrior in battle. Furthermore, over-casting is a real problem that mages are taught to avoid. A mage can break through exhaustion and keep using the magic. Still, it comes with the aforementioned risk of over-casting. Over-casting is a fatal condition where the user's magic consumes them, often detonating in a grim explosion with their power (a fire mage would be consumed by flames, a force mage would be crushed into the ground, and so on and so forth).

The Saldonians as a whole are naturally adept at wielding magic, while the Empire of Aurr has reportedly never seen a mage born to their race.

Fire magic

Fire magic is, in essence, as the title suggests. A mage would draw from their latent magical abilities, focus them, and unleash various firey spells. A young mage may only be able to send sputtering sparks, a more advanced could summon a torrent of flames, while a master would be able to direct it in a focused and tight beam. The result, however, would be fire all the same.

The fire could only be controlled as it exited the arm. Its destructive powers know no equal in the magic of Saldonian people. The fire magic can burn through structures, melt armor, and ravage whole sections of an enemy's formation. Yet, those who want to master the inferno need to seek control of themselves. A fire mage who lacks it can cause significant harm to both themselves and everyone around them.

With a lack of control comes a lack of restraint. A fire mage who burns too bright runs the risk of the magic consuming them. When a mage sends forth their magic, their hand cracks and gives way to lines that glow vibrant colors of red and yellow. As their magic use prolongs, the cracks spiral and spread, heading up their arm. As it reaches their elbows, their magic begins to take a toll on their health. Every burst darkens the skin around the cracks and saps the strength of the mage. In turn, the flames dull with each cast, and soon enough, the mage will be on the verge of losing control. Their arms looking more akin to charcoal at this point, the fire magic will burst forth from the mage, consuming both the caster and all near.

A fire mage is taught this from their earliest lessons. Therefore, if a fire mage wants to survive the horrors of war, they must learn to control the inferno and act strategically to starve out the fire. An adept fire mage will be a gentle but powerful force. They will strike when the moment is right and save their magic strength for when it matters the most.

Force Magic

Force magic is magic that can control or manipulate objects. It can move a sword into someone's side or remove their helmet to open up a new avenue of attack. The Force mage's power range is dramatically different than the other magics. A novice may nudge an object along, whereas a master could lift a whole battalion off their feet and crush them in their armor. Though the force mages found on the battlefield can do something in the middle. They can often lift a group of soldiers off their feet, but that would require them to expel a great deal of their magic. Instead, most force mages work in tandem with other mages to supplement their strengths, such as launching pots of flaming oil into enemy ranks.

A force mage can manipulate most objects, and they can fling a spear with high power, throw rocks and boulders, and even fight a swordsman with a levitating sword. Force magic is seen as a jack of all trades type of magic and less skill-intensive than a fire mage. Make no mistake, a force mage that masters their magic is a mighty mage who can control whole battlefields.

There are limits to this magic. If a mage tries to lift an object that is too heavy or exerts too much power on a throw, they risk running out of magic and even the magic consuming them. Much like a fire mage, a force mage will show signs in the forms of cracks that form in the palm of their hands and spread outward and up the arm. The cracks are a grey color and seem to pulsate with the beat of their hearts. If a mage uses magic as their stamina drops, they risk their body being subject to the same force they are exerting. Sometimes a leg will snap, or they could be forced to the ground. Exert too much magic after this, and the spell can consume them, crushing their bones and collapsing their chest.

Other Magic.

There are other schools of magic, such as healing, water, and more. I will expand this as time goes on and if there is a school of magic that you want to explore, let me know!

Nations:

Empire of Aurr

There will be two nations that will be the focus of our story; The Empire of Aurr and the Saldonian Nation

The Empire sailed to this continent's shores some hundred years ago and has since waged a constant, bloody war as they conquered nation after nation. Many smaller Saldonian countries have found a safe haven behind the Saldonian Nation walls, leaving their homes behind in the process. Throughout the now conquered lands, cities and towns have sprung to life as citizens of the empire move to their new homes. Their soldiers appear to be of the same race, each standing around six feet tall with broad shoulders and muscular arms.
The Empire has advanced across three-quarters of the continent over the past hundred years. Still, the lines have remained almost static over the past ten. While they bring forward new weapons to try and push through the Saldonian Nation, the defenders have held the line.

They are a quick-lived species, and it is understood few make it past sixty years of age. However, many have claimed that there exists those whose ages are closer to a hundred years old.

Saldonian nation

The Saldonian Nation is a kingdom that was born out of the waste that is the Land of Whispers. The cruel winds and vast expanse have caused many travelers to lose their lives in the desolate plains. The Saldonian's have long used natural formations in their defenses. The gorge before the desert is heavily fortified with castles and fortress covering the crossing points, while a mountain range, the Fangs of God, offers only one way through, walled off by the massive and thick walls of the Fortress of Sal'vear.

The native Saldonians are tall and amber-skinned. Still, over the past century, they have become a diverse culture filled with the survivors of the Empires' steady advances. The Saldonian nation beyond the wall is filled with numerous oases and even fertile farmland found along the river Val. Near the eastern coast, the desert gives way to another mountain range and a thick forest.

The native Saldonians here are fierce fighters and even more aggressive fire mages. They enjoy long lives of nearly one hundred and seventy years being ordinary, while many can make it to three hundred years of age.

The Saldonian, unlike the Empire of Aurr, has a very diverse and uniquely powerful military force. Mages are a plentiful occurrence for the Saldonian nation. As such, their army revolves around protecting and keeping their mages safe. Their footsoldiers are dressed in matching fashion, usually covered from head to toe in plate armor, focusing on shields and long weapons such as spears. The mages tend to favor lighter robes and staves, with some still adorning colors reflecting their homes.

Other Nations

This is where you get to be creative if you so desire. I plan to create a few more notable nations, but if you wanted your character to have a heritage of your own creation feel free to create away! I will update this section with your creation.

Rules:

Hider

1.) No controlling another player's character in any shape or form. Pretty standard, but it has to be said.

2.) Combat is usually free form, meaning that you can write your character killing most enemies. Sometimes I will throw out specific or unique enemies that you cannot kill so merely. We can either write a collab post or roll a dice to determine the success of the fight and/or action.

3.) Stupid decisions can lead to erroneous results. Don't charge at the enemy alone, and your character can die if there are repeated offenses! Per rule 2, combat is free form but does not mean charging at 10 enemy soldiers and expecting a good time.

4.) Our enemies called you stupid, are you gonna take that? Write me your response when you post your CS, so I know you have read these rules!

5.) No arguing in the OOC. Take it to a PM or to discord.

6.) Have fun!

If you have any questions just let me know!

The Fall of Faith

"Who could have known how our war would change? How our walls would become raked with barbs thrown from monsters with skin of metal, how our towers would crumble from the fire brought down as their beasts roared in the heavens above. Who would have known? Would it have mattered?

Our fortress lay bare, and the once-great walls of the Knife's Edge litter the landscape, her towers broken and fragmented. Our home for a decade had finally fallen. This fight was not a battle we could have won; no, no, this fight's outcome was settled the day they began this war. With each defeat, they brought new weapons, with each setback new soldiers. With each passing year, we found that our enemy was committed to ending our existence, and our strategies were all for naught.

Their beasts on the ground sat too far back for our magic to hit, and the night sky hid the ones above. We lashed out like children as our fire mages illuminated the fields with their red and yellow glow. In contrast, our force mages launched their boulders into the enemy formation. Yet each salvo they sent and with fire dropped, they claimed lives as if it were a sport. I watched in horror as friends after friend met their fate at the end of a barb or under the crushing weight of our collapsing walls. I watched in shock as my fellow soldiers disappeared in a mist of bone and blood as the fire from above hit and exploded around them. I saw it all. It will be the end of us.

I led a desperate retreat from our home into the forest east and away from the carnage. Of all the commanders, only I remain. I lead a small, inexperienced, and ill-equipped squad that must quickly become warriors. Now, we must fight our way across enemy-held land with hunters on our heels, for there is a secret crossing into the Land of Whispers. From there, we can return to our home and prepare our final defense.

IC

"They never told us what to expect, so I imagined we would become knights. I saw it as clear as day, our shiny plate armor, our swords that had names, and the look that our fellow soldiers would bestow upon us as we arrived upon the battlements. It was an incredible sight to envision for that young Saldonian mage, who had just crossed the Land of Whispers, to hold. Back then, I had faith, faith in my leader, faith in my commander, and faith in the impossible fact that the will of a nation united had held back the unbeatable. Back then, I had my faith, and now I do not. How could you have faith if you've seen what I've seen?

They never told us that our enemy wielded beasts with skins of steel, or that their soldiers were all covered in plate, or that their archers could fire without reloading, or that our mages would be hunted and caged. Never were we told that we were fighting an enemy who had a deep hatred for my kind, a resentment born into their magicless souls. They break easily enough. However, the armor they wear is shoddy, and the imperfections baked in make them walking metal coffins when the battle starts.  

They tell us to hold our faith in our cause. How can I have faith if I've seen the things that I have seen? In the bodies, I have created? How can I hold onto my hope in a land of death and despair? I can't; how could I? When they bring their monsters of war that kill us with their heavy bolts. Or when they send their monsters of the sky who drop fire on our positions.

I have seen my friends disappear into a mist of red in front of me, walls crumble around, and whole sections of our army obliterated in an instant. We are still told to keep our faith. Our leaders sit safe, across the Land of Whispers, behind their thick walls and up in their tall castles and dare to tell us to keep the faith.

Faith is an addiction, and I will be dependant on it no longer.

It has been a week since our walls lit up the countryside. We lost friends in the days that have followed our retreat, and we are down to only a few now. I will attempt to lead them across our enemies' barren lands back home through a hidden passage. I hold no faith in our ability to win the war, but I know that they do, and I must protect them all the same."

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The Basic idea for this story:

Hider

Hello all!

A whale here to talk about an idea I have for a story! The premise is we would be from the Saldonian nation and would have been apart of a long, grueling conflict with the Empire of Aurr. I plan to flesh out the details here soon, but the general gist of the war's state is that it is at a stalemate. While much more technologically advanced, the Empire has had trouble pushing across the natural barriers (the land of whispers) and through the tall, thick walls that block the way through a canyon that cuts through a dangerous and vicious mountain range.

The Empire of Aurr would have some fun tech that would make most encounters dangerous. The weapons I plan to reveal upfront (repeater bows) will be what the war has seen thus far. These would come with some details but would still be an unknown as to how they work. I will slowly sprinkle in new and more dangerous elements. They, as a race, would be considered an invading force, with their home being across the sea and unknown at this point. They would be likely a human fantasy race.

Setting for the story:

Hider

Our story takes place on the continent of Hal'van, one of the larger and more diverse landmasses in this world. From the tropical coasts on the most eastern side to the desert that is the land of whispers, there exists the possibility for every biome and lifestyle therein. This landmass is inhabited by a race called the Saldonians. They are generally around five foot eight inches tall and have a more tan color to their skin. Though there are regional differences, however. The Saldonians who call the Land of Whispers and the capital city their home, for example, are closer to six feet in height and their skin is generally more amber in color. Meanwhile, some Saldonians call the vast forests their home and have adapted shorter heights to assist in navigating their trees.

Over the past hundred years, many Saldonian nations were forced to retreat from their homes. Ultimately, they find themselves across the Land of Whispers in the capital city. Though they are far from their home, those who have magic still retain their unique magic from their homeland.

Our story will start at the onset of winter in the westernmost area of the Saldonian Nation. We are one week removed from witnessing the destruction of our fortress and are running for our lives, trying to make it home. Behind us, their hunters stalk our movements while ahead; we may encounter their soldiers and beasts with skin of metal.

Enemies:

Common Soldier:

The common footsoldier is a well-armored and armed enemy that poses a significant threat to mages in single combat. They receive enough training that their shield and sword will move with precision and grace. They are entombed in thick but crude plate armor that seems to resist magic for a brief second. Though beyond that, they are most dangerous when they are in numbers. A mage can efficiently dispatch one, but three or more would spell certain doom for a mage.

The common ranged enemy is also armored in a similar fashion but carries a dangerous weapon; the repeater bow. Not much is known about the repeater outside the fact that it looks like a crossbow with a strange protrusion near where the bolt is released. What is known is the damage it can inflict. It can send bolts downrange every second. When they squeeze the trigger, it fires and readies another bolt. It has been seen that they can even hold down the trigger, and it will keep firing until its bolts have been exhausted. Their range is not far, and plate armor quickly resists their fire. Though mages, in particular, are found to be the victim of these soldiers.

Elite Enemies

Elite enemies are often found spearheading assaults and leading the common soldier in other regards. They, too, are usually dressed in full plate, but their armor is polished and shines. They often add frills in the form of a cape or a skirt overtop their armor. They usually wield swords of great length and are dangerous in every regard when it comes to combat. The key distinction between a common soldier and these more elite enemies is their armor resists magic readily, often absorbing a full inferno before the metal becomes subject to failure. A common practice is to hit these soldiers with multiple forms of magic to weaken the ward; fire to heat and water to crack it.

In terms of a ranged elite, we have only seen armed with a repeater bow with two arms and longer bolts. They aren't as quick-firing as the typical repeater, but they have been able to easily pierce standard plate armor.

Beasts

It was dark when our enemy first revealed their monsters, not much is known at this time.

How magic works in this RP

Hider

Magic works on a similar system to that of strength in this RP in the sense that the more training one has, the more powerful they can become. On the same note, rare prodigies are naturally good and whose power can rival masters with less training. The magical talent would reveal itself to the mage at a young age in a way that is reminiscent of their magic. A fire mage would create sparks or accidentally burn something, while a force mage would levitate or move something. The mage's power would be volatile early on, so seeking out proper training is a must for any would-be mage.

Magic use drains stamina. Prolonged use of magic in a short period will tire out the mage, much like a warrior in battle. Furthermore, over-casting is a real problem that mages are taught to avoid. A mage can break through exhaustion and keep using the magic. Still, it comes with the aforementioned risk of over-casting. Over-casting is a fatal condition where the user's magic consumes them, often detonating in a grim explosion with their power (a fire mage would be consumed by flames, a force mage would be crushed into the ground, and so on and so forth).

The Saldonians as a whole are naturally adept at wielding magic, while the Empire of Aurr has reportedly never seen a mage born to their race.

Fire magic

Fire magic is, in essence, as the title suggests. A mage would draw from their latent magical abilities, focus them, and unleash various firey spells. A young mage may only be able to send sputtering sparks, a more advanced could summon a torrent of flames, while a master would be able to direct it in a focused and tight beam. The result, however, would be fire all the same.

The fire could only be controlled as it exited the arm. Its destructive powers know no equal in the magic of Saldonian people. The fire magic can burn through structures, melt armor, and ravage whole sections of an enemy's formation. Yet, those who want to master the inferno need to seek control of themselves. A fire mage who lacks it can cause significant harm to both themselves and everyone around them.

With a lack of control comes a lack of restraint. A fire mage who burns too bright runs the risk of the magic consuming them. When a mage sends forth their magic, their hand cracks and gives way to lines that glow vibrant colors of red and yellow. As their magic use prolongs, the cracks spiral and spread, heading up their arm. As it reaches their elbows, their magic begins to take a toll on their health. Every burst darkens the skin around the cracks and saps the strength of the mage. In turn, the flames dull with each cast, and soon enough, the mage will be on the verge of losing control. Their arms looking more akin to charcoal at this point, the fire magic will burst forth from the mage, consuming both the caster and all near.

A fire mage is taught this from their earliest lessons. Therefore, if a fire mage wants to survive the horrors of war, they must learn to control the inferno and act strategically to starve out the fire. An adept fire mage will be a gentle but powerful force. They will strike when the moment is right and save their magic strength for when it matters the most.

Force Magic

Force magic is magic that can control or manipulate objects. It can move a sword into someone's side or remove their helmet to open up a new avenue of attack. The Force mage's power range is dramatically different than the other magics. A novice may nudge an object along, whereas a master could lift a whole battalion off their feet and crush them in their armor. Though the force mages found on the battlefield can do something in the middle. They can often lift a group of soldiers off their feet, but that would require them to expel a great deal of their magic. Instead, most force mages work in tandem with other mages to supplement their strengths, such as launching pots of flaming oil into enemy ranks.

A force mage can manipulate most objects, and they can fling a spear with high power, throw rocks and boulders, and even fight a swordsman with a levitating sword. Force magic is seen as a jack of all trades type of magic and less skill-intensive than a fire mage. Make no mistake, a force mage that masters their magic is a mighty mage who can control whole battlefields.

There are limits to this magic. If a mage tries to lift an object that is too heavy or exerts too much power on a throw, they risk running out of magic and even the magic consuming them. Much like a fire mage, a force mage will show signs in the forms of cracks that form in the palm of their hands and spread outward and up the arm. The cracks are a grey color and seem to pulsate with the beat of their hearts. If a mage uses magic as their stamina drops, they risk their body being subject to the same force they are exerting. Sometimes a leg will snap, or they could be forced to the ground. Exert too much magic after this, and the spell can consume them, crushing their bones and collapsing their chest.

Other Magic.

There are other schools of magic, such as healing, water, and more. I will expand this as time goes on and if there is a school of magic that you want to explore, let me know!

Nations:

Empire of Aurr

There will be two nations that will be the focus of our story; The Empire of Aurr and the Saldonian Nation

The Empire sailed to this continent's shores some hundred years ago and has since waged a constant, bloody war as they conquered nation after nation. Many smaller Saldonian countries have found a safe haven behind the Saldonian Nation walls, leaving their homes behind in the process. Throughout the now conquered lands, cities and towns have sprung to life as citizens of the empire move to their new homes. Their soldiers appear to be of the same race, each standing around six feet tall with broad shoulders and muscular arms.
The Empire has advanced across three-quarters of the continent over the past hundred years. Still, the lines have remained almost static over the past ten. While they bring forward new weapons to try and push through the Saldonian Nation, the defenders have held the line.

They are a quick-lived species, and it is understood few make it past sixty years of age. However, many have claimed that there exists those whose ages are closer to a hundred years old.

Saldonian nation

The Saldonian Nation is a kingdom that was born out of the waste that is the Land of Whispers. The cruel winds and vast expanse have caused many travelers to lose their lives in the desolate plains. The Saldonian's have long used natural formations in their defenses. The gorge before the desert is heavily fortified with castles and fortress covering the crossing points, while a mountain range, the Fangs of God, offers only one way through, walled off by the massive and thick walls of the Fortress of Sal'vear.

The native Saldonians are tall and amber-skinned. Still, over the past century, they have become a diverse culture filled with the survivors of the Empires' steady advances. The Saldonian nation beyond the wall is filled with numerous oases and even fertile farmland found along the river Val. Near the eastern coast, the desert gives way to another mountain range and a thick forest.

The native Saldonians here are fierce fighters and even more aggressive fire mages. They enjoy long lives of nearly one hundred and seventy years being ordinary, while many can make it to three hundred years of age.

The Saldonian, unlike the Empire of Aurr, has a very diverse and uniquely powerful military force. Mages are a plentiful occurrence for the Saldonian nation. As such, their army revolves around protecting and keeping their mages safe. Their footsoldiers are dressed in matching fashion, usually covered from head to toe in plate armor, focusing on shields and long weapons such as spears. The mages tend to favor lighter robes and staves, with some still adorning colors reflecting their homes.

Other Nations

This is where you get to be creative if you so desire. I plan to create a few more notable nations, but if you wanted your character to have a heritage of your own creation feel free to create away! I will update this section with your creation.

Rules:

Hider

1.) No controlling another player's character in any shape or form. Pretty standard, but it has to be said.

2.) Combat is usually free form, meaning that you can write your character killing most enemies. Sometimes I will throw out specific or unique enemies that you cannot kill so merely. We can either write a collab post or roll a dice to determine the success of the fight and/or action.

3.) Stupid decisions can lead to erroneous results. Don't charge at the enemy alone, and your character can die if there are repeated offenses! Per rule 2, combat is free form but does not mean charging at 10 enemy soldiers and expecting a good time.

4.) Our enemies called you stupid, are you gonna take that? Write me your response when you post your CS, so I know you have read these rules!

5.) No arguing in the OOC. Take it to a PM or to discord.

6.) Have fun!

If you have any questions just let me know!

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I am finally feeling closer to 100%. I still can't taste or smell so that's rad. I will work on my post tomorrow.

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I am feeling a bit better so I will attempt to write later on! I will get her over there to watch :D

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I will be getting my next post up soon enough! A little under the weather today.