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🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

AMIR IBIN KADIR

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Time: Early Evening

Location: Caesonia Ball Room

Interaction: The Court

Mentions: Kadir Family.





The sea crossing was treacherous. But that was to be expected. The sea was a mercurial creature. A ship could have 100 uneventful crossings and then suddenly sink will all hands on board. Sacrifices had gone up to prevent such an outcome. The blood of goats and bulls had paid for the safety of the Kadir family. Despite rough waters, the gods must have accepted the gifts as not one life was lost. Being cooped up in ship with his siblings had taxed Amir. There were only so many spaces one could seek solace. Especially as laden as the ships had been. Not only with gifts but also with necessary provisions the royals would need during their stay at court. Everything from clothing to cooking ingredients to books and even pet food.



When they had finally moored, the first sight of the port city had been a mixture of awe and confusion. This Northerner city was much different than Genasea. Definitely not to Amir’s liking. Closer to the piers, the houses were little more than shanties. Not surprising, the poor were as present as the wind or the sun. The richer part of the city however were lavish. The houses sporting gates to keep the rabble out and fancy trimmings. Some even had guards at their gates.



The Sultan’ second child assumed that the castle would be just as lavish. He was no disappointed. The Northern powers had invited them to court. Why this was, he could only guess. Perhaps it was because they wanted to begin a sort of relationship with Alidasht. Usually, these sort of relations was not out of the solidarity. No doubt there was a hidden meaning. For now, Amir would play the part of guest. Step through the double doors and the game would begin. The doors opened.





The Alidasht contingent's entrance was lavish. Each phase of the entrance planned out and with a purpose. The dancing ladies with the petals were a symbol of peace. Laying down petals allowed the Sultan's feet to touch purified soil and visual representation that where the Sultan went so did his land. As intimidating as the armed guards that followed might be, it was actually a sign of respect towards the hosts. This meant that the Alidashti considered them strong and worthy of being considered a threat. It would have been quite disrespectful, at least to a native of Alidasht, if a noble arrived unarmed and unguarded. It meant that the host was considered weak and thus posed no danger. The number of guards was also symbolic. The more of them there were the greater the respect but it also was to be a hint as to the power that was being commanded. Two score armed warriors, hooded turbans with silvery chain mail, and scimitars on their hips, red tipped spears and golden shields strapped to their backs with silken pants the same color as the turbans lined either side of the dancing floor making a safe corridor for the Kadir family to enter.



What an entrance it was. The planaquin of the Sultan was the tip of the arrow like formation. His brother the Vizer followed a step behind on Raif Kadir’s right with the Lady Mayat and Young Munir on his own right. Layla was on the Sultan’s left, a place of honor reserved for the eldest child. Amir himself was left of her and finally Nahir completed the procession. At its tail came servants with lavish gifts to be presented to the hosts as was the custom in Alishdat. Furs, oils, perfume, spices, and more ported in great cedar boxes awaited the Sultan’s pleasure.



In comparison to the bright colors of dancers, soldiers, and some of his siblings, Amir sported a black thick woolen bisht embroidered with gold. Beneath that he sported an ebony high colared Dashiki with golden accents and same colored linen pants. His riding boots, with pointed silver spurs which jingled as he walked, completed his outfit. For accessories he had his two Kopesh and daggers which peeked every now and then from his Bisht with every step like shy, deadly children. His hair was pulled back into a half pony tail that fell to past his shoulders. His raven black hair shiny and well conditioned. A few golden hair clasps would adorn his head to keep any stray hair from falling into his face.

In comparison to his siblings, Mayat for once who was drawing attentions and gasps from men and women alike thanks to her revealing garb, Amir’s own was subdued. Despite his younger sisters jape that she was going to take the burden of being the center of attention, it was actually because of his simplistic garb that he perhaps stood out more. A dark shadow amidst the sea of color and exotic airs given out by the whole procession. Only a fool or blind person would not find Mayat and the others alluring. Especially with some of them sporting their “pets”.



Amir's steps were measured, firm and sure. He moved effortlessly, each step propelling him along. Impassive, inevitable as certain as death that comes to all mortals. His back was straight, long hours in the saddle making him retain his riding posture even when not astride a horse. With each step, his raven ringlet locks bounced ever so slightly. The golden accents on it catching the lighting the hall and reflecting it with a glint. This same glint was seen in his honey colored eyes speckled with gold. These same eyes scanned the room without turning his head. There was no animosity in the stare but it was not an amicable one either. It was merely taking in information of his surroundings. It was as if he was scanning the terrain while riding, how he had looked out on the waves on the voyage north, or looking at goats grazing.



The second son's face was neutral, reveling nothing of this inner thoughts as he surveyed all before him. To any onlooker, it seemed like his face was carved out of the sandstone of Alidasht. Stones have no enmity towards people. They can be the strong walls that protect castles and homes. They could also be huge siege stones that fall from the sky to crush these same walls or people within them whiter they be man woman or child. His cinnamon skin pleasant to look at and looked warm even if his eyes were as devoid of warm as the Northern winters. His eyes fell momentarily on the faces of those gathered, committing the features to memory.



Amongst those gathered, he took note of lords and ladies. It was easy to see those who practiced the art of war, the bodies of the men well muscled. The ladies were a literal representation of the damsels written of in romance stories Kahrem had read and relayed to the family. The Royals of either country were evident to spot. Not only because of their place of honor but there was something in their eyes that echoed the same look his father and the Vizier had.





The second son's face was neutral, reveling nothing of this inner thoughts as he surveyed all before him. to any onlooker, it seemed like his face was carved out of the sandstone of Alidasht. Stones have no enmity towards people. They can be the strong walls that protect castles and homes. They could also be huge siege stones that fall from the sky to crush these same walls or people within them whether they be man woman or child. His cinnamon skin pleasant to look at and looked warm even if his eyes were as devoid of warm as the Northern winters. HIs eyes fell momentarily on the faces of those gathered, committing the features to memory.



He would dance the political dance if he must. Those gathered here could become allies. A smile could be as effective as a dagger to the throat. The old Amir would flash his smile openly and wide. Though just as a man with a brandished dagger, such actions cause mistrust. There was also a saying in Alidasht, “Never draw a dagger unless you mean to draw blood”.



As the Kadir family neared the throne, they palanquin stopped a reasonable distance for the other royals. That reasonable distance being a few steps to put them within weapon’s length. The second son rolled his eyes as Mayet had her tiger roar. Quite unnecessary in his eyes but he would not reprimand his younger sister as of yet. After all, keeping these Northerners guessing and awed by their mystery was necessary. Even the second born wanted to get this court necessities over before his other siblings did or said something untoward.



Amir followed his father’s example and showed respect to the Kings and Queens of Caesonia and Vanir by crossing his hands in front of him at eye level with wrists on top of each other and balled fists with thumbs towards the floor. He would finish the motion by placing his own forehead to his wrists though is eyes never closed or lost sight of those before him. Munir had tried to provoke him about showing respect. The youngest Kadir had received nothing more than a cold stare, a tight jaw and a raised eyebrow. Almost as if Amir had been looking at fecal matter left by his horse. The old Amir would have slapped the boy. The new Amir often regarded his siblings with a mixture of mistrust and sadness.



His promiscuous little brother would never understand that some time a little respect was necessary. Smiles led to smiles, which led to agreements. These led to alliances led to military strength. Military strength meant power. Power was absolute. Survivors often have the last laugh.



As he finished his bow, Amir could see from his peripheral vision that his younger siblings had once again made game of the proceedings. Munir and Mayet had barely even showed any decorum. No matter, their youth and frolic would one day end. Kahrem would have been sad at his prospect. The twin had been a bit more considerate of his younger siblings. Of all his family in fact. All Amir showed as a flash of emotion in his eyes before it was swallowed up into his stony face. No doubt there would be introductions that would be needed to be made. So he stood by waiting his turn.

Rise of the Shield Hero - From Another World

Me and Luna will try to do a collab for our spar. After I guess we will both post our own time skip I am sure. but dont want to speak for Luna.

Avalia

Time: 10 a.m.

Location: River Port Beach-Slime Day-Bath House

Interactions: @kazemitsu Kharne,

Mentions: @potter Saoirse Rue, @Helo Bowyn, @princess AnnyaEris & Raven @Tae @FunnyGuy Kaleb

Equipment: Wooden Mallet

Amas: 899

As he stood in line, the dwarf solider replayed in his mind what he had done wrong. How had it turned out that he had so grievously alienated a new member of the company so rapidly and with such efficiency? Kaleb did not seem like a naturally aggressive person which made the sudden wall that risen between Arn and him more formidable than the Tri Murum of his own Ironhold. That was saying something as the walled fortress city was one of the wonders of Avalia.

Arn’s stocky legs moved heavily as his reddish brown haired head hung low. As a dwarf, his line of sight was already below many people. His current downcast mood made him seem even smaller. More like a shaggy stone than an actual humanoid. Kaleb’s mistrusting glare still burned into his mind. There was accusation in the elf’s eyes. A chill went down the spine of the medic. Had he been a regular dwarf, he would have cussed the elf, hefted his hammer and proceeded to exterminate more slimes as carefree as the hulking lizard man, Kharne.
As it was, the young soldier was also worried he had given the dragon born a bad impression of himself too. However it was meant, the dwarf could not help but feel that the hulking slime slayer had basically scolded both he and Kaleb like one would do quarreling children. A touch of shame could be felt on his cheeks as his turn to turn in the cores for payment came close. Kaleb had capitalized on having the last word as Arn moved away shouting after the dwarf that only a pint of drink could help forgive.

This was actually a good sign. Dwarves did not drink with other people unless they trusted them. By drink, one meant flagon upon flagon of ale or spirits until the room began to spin. If this is what the elf mean then perhaps there was a chance yet. This lifted the medic’s spirits some to the point that when it was his turn to exchange the cores, he was polite and speaking again to the pretty racoon demi human that attended the stall.

Somehow he began to drift towards Kharne, Kaleb and the demi human Ishmael. It was impossible to lose sight of the giant lizard man so it was easy to always know where the group was. The dwarf himself lagged a few steps behind. “I am the damn baggage train….” He muttered to himself. The trio in front of him were the real force where he was the almost forgotten beasts of burden that followed any army
They all made their way to one of the sponsoring places to get cleaned up. There was no doubt that the locales would offar services that would remove as much coins that had been earned as possible. Massages, hot stones, rejuvenating mud, etc. No doubt with hiked up prices. Arn was not interested in any of these added amenities. After all, a hot bath was already far and beyond what one received in the frontier.

As a matter of fact, there was a saying that the only difference between a deployed legionnaire and yak is that the yak smells better. Often times, only a freezing plunge in a glacial lake or river run off could be achieved. Remembering this, Arn felt ashamed that he could enjoy such lavish pampering while his brothers and sisters endured the cold norther climate.

The soldier heard Kaleb boast his kill count. Arn himself had only achieved 59 cores. Mainly because after his interaction with the elf, his hammer arm had felt sluggish and the fire in his heart had been no more than a kindling. Kharne did not seem to have had any problem becoming the bane of the slimes.

Any who had witnessed the slime ooze falling off him when he first made his way to the chasing tents had no doubts that he was perhaps the highest earner. The dragon born had been so avid at dispatching slimes that he basically became the un official ambassador for the Slime Day festivities. No doubt the organizers would invite him for the following year. If the war had not destroyed River Port…the dwarf thought darkly.

The solider looked around at the smiling faces of all the participants. How many of these faces would be solemn in death he wondered. His eyes then scanned that of the eclectic group that followed Princess Annya and he wondered the same. He gave a sigh. War and death were never too far apart. His cheeks reddened as he felt horrible that he had such dreary thoughts on such a lovely day. Especially as the group made their way to the lounging half of the group which had stayed on the beach.

His eyes could not help but catch just how lovely all the ladies were. He quickly averted his eyes and seemed to cross his gaze with Bowyn. The lad had mentioned wanting to fight in the war against the dark elves. Arn gave him a sad look as he wished that the white haired fairy would not be one of the ones that paid the price of peace. The soldier could not help but shift his gaze to Rue which seemed to be having fun. Her smile made his resolve to protect them all in any way he could cement.

The clang of armor as it thumped to the ground made the dwarf start, being wrenched from his dark thoughts. Kharne, the victorious smile killer, set his armor down and then made his way to the baths. Arn, the donkey’s tail, mumbled an apology and request to be excused to the lounging ladies and followed the trio.

The locales seemed to have been more than prepared to receive such a big crow, Tents had been erected that housed huge tubs that would accommodate ten or so people. In the ante room of the tents, one could remove their clothing and place it in bags for washing. Some undergarments were provided which fit the dwarf a big too tight but too long too falling past his knees.

Stocky as he was, his arms and chest were muscled. Calluses from years of wearing armor adorned his neck, shoulders, back and sternum. A nice patch of curly hair hung like a pelt from his chest. Scars crisscrossed his body. Not like tortured person but as befit a person who has seen combat for decades.

Arn settled himself into the tub opposite of Kharne holding his reddish beard with delicate hands making sure that it did not touch the water. Not that the hot water or the dissolving slime remains would truly hurt it but the dwarf could not go against millennia of pride in the facial hair.

Not knowing if the question regarding the enjoyment of the Slime Day was directed at anybody in particular and needing to give off a better impression than he obviously had, the medic volunteered an answer. “Yes, I was not aware that such an event existed. Though truth be told, my old drill sergeant would scoff at the idea that untrained people would swing mallets indiscriminately. He would probably say, ‘all your gonna do swinging your weapon around is cool off on a hot day. I prefer a cold drink me self’.” A slight smile appeared on Arn’s face as he remembered fondly the bastard of a drill sergeant. The man had survived plenty of battles and seen many of his friends die. This made him an excellent master at arms but a poor empath.

Looking around to those in his company he said, “I know we did no have much time to talk during the breakfast introductions. I am Arn Thurson. A medic in the Stone Shield legion of my Ironhold homeland. I hope I may be of service to Princess Anny and you all.” His voice was firm enough but his heart was not. He had never truly introduced himself other than when reporting in. Usually this was achieved by stating name, rank, and purpose. Though that may not be as well received outside of Legion jurisdiction.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Amir Ibn Raif Kadir

Name: Amir (Kahrem) Ibin Raif
Age:25
Gender:Male

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Appearance

Height: 6ft
Weight:180
Eye Color: Honey
Hair Length/Texture:Shoulder length, tight ringlets
Hair Color: Raven Black and shiny
Skin Color: Mocha
Distinguishing features: Burn on left cheek and down to neck.
Clothing Preferences: Dark or grey with small gold or silver accents on the trim. High collars that can hide his cheek. Rough wool is preferred for the outer jackets and cotton for the shirt and slacks.

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Psychology

Likes:
- Solitude
- Books
- His mother
- Horses

Dislikes:
- Vizier
- Those who use others
- Being the center of attention.

Sexuality: Hetero

Hobbies: Reading, Riding his horse

Life Goals/Dreams: Survive political intrigue, avenge his mother.

Personality Summary: Amir is cold and calculating. Assertive and not easily swayed. Keeps to himself and only obeys out of respect to his father. Always sports a hard mistrusting look and his face has never shown a smile that reflected true happiness. He can be charming if he chooses but is often quiet and reserved.

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Background

Current occupation: Second son of Sultan Raif Kadir.

Any past occupations?:

Relatives:Layla, Kahrem (deceased), Nahir, Munir.

Skills: Expert horse rider, Adequate with martial weapons, able to play lute. Hidden skill is novice in magic.

History Summary: Kahrem and Amir were twins that were the first born to Sultan Raif. Practically identical in appearance, they were however much different souls. Kahrem was technically the oldest of the twins but wanted nothing to do with politics and the game of succession. Amir was easier to seduce to the intrigue of court. When their mother died, Kahrem started to suspect foul play. Amir, adviced by a shadowy figure, attempted to remove Kahrem from the picture but did not know that the plan was to take him out too. Both were caught in a fire that consumed everything. One of the brothers had died, but which one? When the fires died down, one of the twin's had been burned to a crisp and the other had suffered burns on his cheek, neck, shoulder. The survivor claimed the name Amir, but the lad had changed in almost imperceptible ways. He had become cold and distant.

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Questionnaire

Psychology
1. Did you grow up nurtured or neglected?
Mother was fond of Kahrem because I told her the stories I found in the books I read. She was of gentle nature as me. Kahrem cared for his other siblings trying his best to be a good older brother. Amir was cruel and often enjoyed a laugh at the expense of others.
2. When you were upset, where was your sanctuary?
Kahrem sought The Great Library of Genesea or a quiet place to read. Books were permanantly attached to his hand. Amir enjoyed fighting practicing with swords and learning from the Vizer.
3. What were you like in your teenage years?
Kahrem was content on letting Amir take the lead, contenct to be in the shadows. Amir felt his noble upbringing meant he could do whatever he wanted and often was mean to servants and even siblings. A few times, Kahrem had to stop his twin from "accidentally" Killing their younger siblings. Amir held a hidden anger against Layla as she was the oldest.
4. How close are you to your parents?
Kahrem was close to their mother and had nothing but respect for their father. Amir was a bit distant to father and preffered to spend time with the Vizer.
5. Do you have any trauma that haunts you?
The death of my mother and the Assassination attempt by Amir.
6. What advice would you give your younger self?
Even if you are not actively playing the game of thrones you cans till become a game piece.
7. Were you an obedient child or defiant?
Kahrem was Obedient, selfless, and honorable. Amir was ambitious, calculating and ruthless.
8. What is your biggest regret?
Not being there to guide Amir and prevent him from going down the dark path of politics. Not being able to save their mother.

Romance
1. Have you ever been in love?
Kahrem has never been in love other than with the idea of love itself. Read many a love stories. Amir only loves himself.
2. What is most important in a partner to you? Describe your dream partner.
3. How do you display affection? What is your love language?
4. Have you had your first kiss? What was it like?
Kahrem's was a mistake because the young lady thought I was Amir who had been playing with her. Amir enjoyed toying with girls and had many partners even when he was as young as 15
5. Do you believe in love at first sight? Why or why not? Kahrem did not believe love as in the poems and stories is possible, which makes him extremely subsetible to fall for somebody if they are able to break through his thick emotional walls. Amir does not believe in love....or actual feelings.
6. What does marriage mean to you?
Kahrem believes a lifelong commitment that extends beyond the grave and trumps any other commitment. Amir sees marriage as a political tool.
7. Are you currently crushing on anyone?
No
8. Do you ever consider having children in the future?
Undecided.

Personality
1. Describe your ideal Sunday morning: Finding a quiet spot to read.
2. What kind of person do you aspire to be? A better person, one who is able to break the cruel tradition of Alidasht of the survivor or strongest inheriting the throne.
3. What bad habits do you have? Does not seek to make meaningful connections, Mistrust everybody
4. If you could go back in time and change anything in your past, what would it be? Mother's death
5. What is your greatest fear? Being in a position to kill one of their siblings.
6. What are your pet peeves? People being used, abused, or being taken advantage of
7. When you are in a sour mood, do you like to be alone or with others? Always in sour mood.
8. Are you more likely to fight with your fists or your tongue? Can do both, has no qualms about wetting his sword with blood. Can cut with tongue too.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Amir Ibn Raif Kadir

Name: Amir (Kahrem) Ibin Raif
Age:25
Gender:Male

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Appearance

Height: 6ft
Weight:180
Eye Color: Honey
Hair Length/Texture:Shoulder length, tight ringlets
Hair Color: Raven Black and shiny
Skin Color: Mocha
Distinguishing features: Burn on left cheek and down to neck.
Clothing Preferences: Dark or grey with small gold or silver accents on the trim. High collars that can hide his cheek. Rough wool is preferred for the outer jackets and cotton for the shirt and slacks.

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Psychology

Likes:
- Solitude
- Books
- His mother
- Horses

Dislikes:
- Vizier
- Those who use others
- Being the center of attention.

Sexuality: Hetero

Hobbies: Reading, Riding his horse

Life Goals/Dreams: Survive political intrigue, avenge his mother.

Personality Summary: Amir is cold and calculating. Assertive and not easily swayed. Keeps to himself and only obeys out of respect to his father. Always sports a hard mistrusting look and his face has never shown a smile that reflected true happiness. He can be charming if he chooses but is often quiet and reserved.

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Background

Current occupation: Second son of Sultan Raif Kadir.

Any past occupations?:

Relatives:Layla, Kahrem (deceased), Nahir, Munir.

Skills: Expert horse rider, Adequate with martial weapons, able to play lute. Hidden skill is novice in magic.

History Summary: Kahrem and Amir were twins that were the first born to Sultan Raif. Practically identical in appearance, they were however much different souls. Kahrem was technically the oldest of the twins but wanted nothing to do with politics and the game of succession. Amir was easier to seduce to the intrigue of court. When their mother died, Kahrem started to suspect foul play. Amir, adviced by a shadowy figure, attempted to remove Kahrem from the picture but did not know that the plan was to take him out too. Both were caught in a fire that consumed everything. One of the brothers had died, but which one? When the fires died down, one of the twin's had been burned to a crisp and the other had suffered burns on his cheek, neck, shoulder. The survivor claimed the name Amir, but the lad had changed in almost imperceptible ways. He had become cold and distant.

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Questionnaire

Psychology
1. Did you grow up nurtured or neglected?
Mother was fond of Kahrem because I told her the stories I found in the books I read. She was of gentle nature as me. Kahrem cared for his other siblings trying his best to be a good older brother. Amir was cruel and often enjoyed a laugh at the expense of others.
2. When you were upset, where was your sanctuary?
Kahrem sought The Great Library of Genesea or a quiet place to read. Books were permanantly attached to his hand. Amir enjoyed fighting practicing with swords and learning from the Vizer.
3. What were you like in your teenage years?
Kahrem was content on letting Amir take the lead, contenct to be in the shadows. Amir felt his noble upbringing meant he could do whatever he wanted and often was mean to servants and even siblings. A few times, Kahrem had to stop his twin from "accidentally" Killing their younger siblings. Amir held a hidden anger against Layla as she was the oldest.
4. How close are you to your parents?
Kahrem was close to their mother and had nothing but respect for their father. Amir was a bit distant to father and preffered to spend time with the Vizer.
5. Do you have any trauma that haunts you?
The death of my mother and the Assassination attempt by Amir.
6. What advice would you give your younger self?
Even if you are not actively playing the game of thrones you cans till become a game piece.
7. Were you an obedient child or defiant?
Kahrem was Obedient, selfless, and honorable. Amir was ambitious, calculating and ruthless.
8. What is your biggest regret?
Not being there to guide Amir and prevent him from going down the dark path of politics. Not being able to save their mother.

Romance
1. Have you ever been in love?
Kahrem has never been in love other than with the idea of love itself. Read many a love stories. Amir only loves himself.
2. What is most important in a partner to you? Describe your dream partner.
3. How do you display affection? What is your love language?
4. Have you had your first kiss? What was it like?
Kahrem's was a mistake because the young lady thought I was Amir who had been playing with her. Amir enjoyed toying with girls and had many partners even when he was as young as 15
5. Do you believe in love at first sight? Why or why not? Kahrem did not believe love as in the poems and stories is possible, which makes him extremely subsetible to fall for somebody if they are able to break through his thick emotional walls. Amir does not believe in love....or actual feelings.
6. What does marriage mean to you?
Kahrem believes a lifelong commitment that extends beyond the grave and trumps any other commitment. Amir sees marriage as a political tool.
7. Are you currently crushing on anyone?
No
8. Do you ever consider having children in the future?
Undecided.

Personality
1. Describe your ideal Sunday morning: Finding a quiet spot to read.
2. What kind of person do you aspire to be? A better person, one who is able to break the cruel tradition of Alidasht of the survivor or strongest inheriting the throne.
3. What bad habits do you have? Does not seek to make meaningful connections, Mistrust everybody
4. If you could go back in time and change anything in your past, what would it be? Mother's death
5. What is your greatest fear? Being in a position to kill one of their siblings.
6. What are your pet peeves? People being used, abused, or being taken advantage of
7. When you are in a sour mood, do you like to be alone or with others? Always in sour mood.
8. Are you more likely to fight with your fists or your tongue? Can do both, has no qualms about wetting his sword with blood. Can cut with tongue too.

Rise of the Shield Hero - From Another World

@vancexentan

lol I was just amassing possible spells or shields so I could have a central place to come look at them. I thank you for giving me an overview and heads up though. Some of these were going to be based on level as you mentioned. Regarding the light and dark I was thinking that IF I a ever allowed a demon shield or something similar, that decay could be one of the negative side effects. I could learn light spells from Auriel probably.

Regarding the time skip and learning. No, honestly, I feel one or two spells at the most he could learn and maybe one shield, the slime one probably as I am sure even in the sewers of the city there are plenty of slimes.

Do you need me to post prior to time skip if so, I would probably post until like sunday or something.

Rise of the Shield Hero - From Another World

WIP
Some spells and shields
Spells

Wind
Air Shot: Produces a ball of magical water which flies rapidly towards the target.[13]
Tornado: Produces a tornado to blow away the targets.[21]
Anti-Tornado: Cancels out the Tornado spell.[22]
Wind: Summons a strong gust of wind.[23]
Wing Blow: Throws a fist of air at the target which can knock them off balance.[24]
Wing Cutter/Wind Cutter: Shoots a blade of wind at the target.[25]

Light/Dark

Light: Produces a ball of bright light to illuminate surroundings.[29]

Light
Light Shield: Produces a shield of light to defend the target.[30]

Non-elemental
Decay: Causes the target's cells to degrade and wounds to fester.[26]

Heal: Repairs physical wounds on the target.[31]

Wind
Wind God Armor: Engulfs the caster in defensive wind magic like an armor consisting of blades of wind. Enemies who then hit the caster will be cut by these wind blades.[33]
Unnamed Flight Technique: The user can utilize wind magic to allow them to fly. However, this is incredibly difficult.[33]
Non-elemental

Non-elemental
Accel Boost: Gives the target a short but powerful speed boost.[34]
Anti-Bind: Removes the blind conditions from the targets.[12]
Anti-Aura: Nullifies the effects of the hero-exclusive Aura spell.[16]
Boost: Improves the speed of the target.[35]
Burst: The effects of this buff spell is unknown.[10]
Guard: Buffs the defense of the target.[36]
Magic: Improves the magical abilities of the target.[19]
Power: Improves the physical abilities of the target.[37]
Speed: Buffs the speed of the target.[38]
Speed Down: De-buffs the speed of the target.[38]

Aura: A powerful, well-rounded buff spell which affects all of the target's stats. Exclusive to the Legendary Shield.[40]

Shields
Slime Shield
Light Shield
Holy shield

Rise of the Shield Hero - From Another World

@Whoami Stay safe please.

Avalia

Time: 10 a.m.

Location: River Port Beach-Slime Day

Interactions: @kazemitsu Kharne, @FunnyGuy Kaleb

Mentions: @potter Rue, @Helo Bowyn, @princess Annya

Equipment: Wodden Mallet

Amas: 899





Dwarves are naturally reserved individuals, especially around new people. They are not shy or introvert. Any dwarf will be quite boisterous regarding any complaints or judgements passed. There will be no doubt regarding where you stand in their option. However, they are just as open handed with their distrustful graces, unapprovingly furrowed brows, and dismissing grunts. It takes quite a long time for a dwarf to even acknowledge a person let alone warm up to the possibility of friendship.



Arn however, was the exception. Being approached by a dwarf for other than just business was rare. Being approached by a dwarf in a friendly manner was something to gawk at. Many who dealt with dwarves would think that the young medic was some sort of demon or changeling and would immediately distrust him.



Perhaps this was the reason that Bowyn had been so wary of him. Some natural instinct ingrained in other races told them that a Dwarf was not a relaxed and easy going, shy, and amicable person.



That a dwarf was loyal, trustworthy, and a stanch defender to those whom they called friends was well known. In fact there was a saying “Neither heavens wrath or hell fires can break a dwarven bond”. Those of other races who managed to secure such a bond held it in extreme importance. But everyone would readily tell you that no dwarf would readily offer their hand in friendship.



The young soldier’s stocky feet had carried him across the sand easily enough towards Kaleb. There was a slight hint of a smile on his face as he approached the curly headed elf. His eyes were clear and none threatening. As a matter of fact, nothing about Arn seem threatening. The usual cold aura that followed a typical dwarf was replaced with what could even be described as uncertainty and willingness to please.



Arn nodded in acknowledgement towards Kaleb as the elf seemed to remember his name. That brought a slighty bigger smile to his face. It stayed there as his warning regarding a rash caused the young looking, even for an elf, lad to freak out and start slapping at his face trying to get the mucous remains of slimes off.





The soldier’s own face morphed in time with Kaleb’s. Arn’s slowly changed to sport a confused and alarmed look as the elf’s face showed mistrust and contempt. His mind began to back pedal and backtrack trying to somehow pinpoint the cause of such a reaction at what he thought were helpul and well inetioned questions regarding safety.



Had he mistakenly offended the curly headed lad by implying that Kaleb was not capable of ensuring his arrows hit only the slimes? Had he hurt the other’s pride by stating that perhaps there was need of protection? Kaleb’s sudden barrage of accusations made the young soldier throw his eyes wide before blinking at each word.



Confusion was plainly written on Arn’s face as he tried to stutter an apology, or an excuse or something to let the elf know he had no intention of being offensive or insulting. Had he known that Kaleb’s background had been fed by Bowyn’s own misgivings, then the medic would have felt sick.



Many other people would feel anger at having somebody talk behind their back and spreading lies without basis. However, Arn was the kind who would feel guilty that he had presented such a bad impression that the impression had been passed on to others. As it was, the dwarf’s mind was spinning wildly trying to grasp and comprehend where all this was coming from.



At the final accusations regarding wanting the spot light Arn took a step back. “Wh….what?” he managed to ask. In his mind however, the questions were much more specific. Why would he think that I am trying to compete with him? They had barely just met. The solider knew as little of Kaleb as the elf should have known of him. Even their small interaction could not have been enough to cement any sort of preconception of the medic.



The young soldier was still thinking on this when the lizard behemoth made his way to the two of them, a cloak of slime remains a testament to single handled butchery of the slime hoard that fell before him. Kharne’s simple truth seemed to release Arn from the frozen uncertainty the dwarf felt at being accused. He nodded his head as the towering giant moved past in search of more prey.



Hesitant steps made him turn but not before he looked back uncomfortably and said in an apologetic tone. “I apologize for whatever I did that made you feel that way. It was not my intention.” The young dwarf figured that perhaps Kaleb had had sour experiences with other dwarves before. After all, his people were not the friendliest of races and there was some animosity towards the fair elven people for some reason or another.



Even though his steps took him away from the young elf, there was a sort of need that kept him from just walking away. It felt like there was question to be answered and confusion to be dispelled but he could not bring himself to do it. Instead, he hefted his wooden mallet and whacked dispassionately at a passing slime.



Before his interaction with Kaleb, he had been in the high 40’s as far as kill count went. He moved more sluggish and lost any delight he had felt at being able to use his combat training on something that would not violate his code of ethics. In the end, before the time elapsed for the slime day extravaganza, Arn ended up collecting only about 59 cores.



It had not been for the money that he had ventured forth in this activity. It had been mainly to try and interact with the group that had gravitated towards Princess Annya. A small part was so that he would not be the only male in company of all the lovely ladies. Though by the time Bowyn had decided to accompany Rue, it was too late to change his mind without it being awkward. The dwarf sighed and followed the other participants to the various lines where one delivered their cores to exchange them for money. Much like the slime covered sands, his attempt at interaction had been a mess.

As he walked away from the tent where he claimed his price he spied Kaleb a few lines away. a few of those in line could hear the dwarf as he shook his head...."Well Shit"

Rise of the Shield Hero - From Another World

Yeah he just walked out hence why he was surprised when she caught up to him and asked what was going on. Lol Edusa can take it as if Rivia just blew her off lol