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Any day now, I'll have my first kid. Mini Rilla. #Awesome
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Not my place, and you don't have to answer, but...

Why no interruptions? What are they supposed to do when you leave openings and the like, just let them pass?
I'm not in it, so I will give the most accurate description as possible while being somewhat vague and general.

It's the site pvp forum. It has its own culture, which you should probably learn if you do get interested, and is a way of "testing" your "text war" skills in a forum atmosphere. There's rankings to it as well for winning, although winning is really a matter of being fair as well as "fighting" well (as far as text goes).

(Do ignore my name. No relation. Well, distant cousins...)


Basically this.

It's a 1 on 1, handicap, or group combat roleplay between people and their characters. Name of the game is be the last man standing.
For him, no. I needed to test out the steps before making the sheet. If you want a sheet, I can whip one up tomorrow with some test steps and the like.
Special SuperNova Items


Along with the redispersal of energies, by the Cult and the Mystics, several weapons were also born to the Novas, however this is not the case for all of them. While there is no documented account of how many weapons were transformed or created, there is some documentation on how many are actually known to exist, especially those that are wielded by the Novas that crossed into the Angar-Rylla verse.

Many scholars have tried to deduce the reason some weapons were chosen, but have not been able to find an exact reason. Some of the more mystical of the educational side attribute it to the weapons being blessed beforehand by the Cult, the Mystics, or the Sacred, but that too has been unconfirmed. The weapons were, however, already in possession of the Novas that possess them currently, but were treated as unmagical weapons.

At the current moment, there is evidence that some of the weapons may have been overloaded with power, and that overabundance ma have caused them to experience a multiversal shift, landing in the Angar-Rylla verse.

Weapons


Vanguard

Speculated to be the most powerful of the known Supernova weapons, the weapon called Vanguard, which means 'One who leads', is currently wielded by the Supernova named Zeal. It has been passed down through his family for generations, and was in his hands when the Mystics and Cult reallocated the energies of past fights. Being that it is considered the first to have been made, it shares a special resonance with the weapons created afterwards.

That resonance gives it its most powerful ability. While many Novas possess an ability to alter the field of battle, Zeal does not. instead, after conserving energy for five turns, he can activate Zeal's first major ability: SuperNovian Chance, which allows him to call upon an ability from another SuperNova. The second ability is called Supernova, which can only be activated by conserving energy for eight turns. It gathers much of the remaining energy in Zeal's body and within a twenty yard area around him, and unleashes it in one burning attack, that can be augmented to be sent out in blast form, or used to exponentially increase the cutting power of the blade. It has its drawbacks, like not affording Zeal the ability to use anymore magic for the rest of the bout, as well as causing severe internal damage.



First Mate

Another of the weapons is called First Mate, and is wielded by the Captainess, a pirate in the Allarian verse of great infamy. her crew was said to be among the strongest on land and sea, and that they could stand up to any threat with her at the head. The weapon is said to be a Nova due to the curse that was put on it eons ago, and the magic therein attracted the residual powers to it. Only the killer of the rightful owner could carry and use the blade without falling prey to the secondary curse, which would slowly kill any other user. The Captainess came across the weapon during a raid, but was not the one to kill the owner. So, to make up for it, she slaughtered her entire crew.

At the same time, the energy dispersal was in full effect, causing the souls of those damned by the woman to be drawn into the sword, leaving her crew-less. However, it does afford her an ability. With four cycles of conservation, she can summon the entirety of her crew from the sword. First Mate is also known by those who've seen its activation as Steel Ship.



The Artist


Currently there is no known information on the paintbrush, but the mysterious circumstances of it and the large pencil suggest they are Special.



More are expected to be revealed.
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Myself.


Step after step, cold breath after cold breath, Fruizo of the Beast families, marched forward with the rest of the Supernovas, or so they had been deemed by their elders. A name that had come from a dream of a smiling, hairy face. Fruizo hadn't known what the name meant, or where his sudden skill in the spear had come from. He possessed no innate magical abilty, not like some of those whom he marched with possessed. His skill was on par with some of the others that had been sorted into the more physical side of the Novas, however, though some possessed more fearsome weapons.

The timid beast, reached across his body, left to right, to rub his upper right arm. Fruzio could feel the hardened, five inch thick plate of steel threaded wooden, wrapped in leather, fashioned into a small shield and strapped to his wrist, bump into his fingers as he rubbed up and down. A soft, cold sigh escaped his lips. He had no idea how long they had been in this frozen existence between the Allarian Multiverse and one inhabitated by the 'Angry-Rilla', or something close to the name. Words were hard for the cold anthromorph, though no one could remember what animal he had evolved from.

His large ears twitched, and brought him from his painstakingly crafted trance. He hated when that happened, it would take him days to get back to that point, longer still to settle into it. A clear indication of how long they'd been on the forced march to save their verse. Cold fingers gripped the shaft of his spear, his large ears had picked up a sound he had hoped he would not hear.

Silence.

His head darted around, his shielded wrist even lifting the bandanna and cap combination from his head, hoping that his eyesight would prove enough to pick up where his ears had failed. They didn't, nor his nose. His enhanced senses couldn't find the sight, sound, or smell of his comrades. Had he gotten lost already? A slightly panick set in, before his training kicked back in.

Deep Breath.

Fruzio's grip loosened on his spear, and his world calmed. Turning to his left, he could make out the ghostly figures of his comrades - still walking the ever-lasting path, with only one looking back.

The man with the bucket on his head.

If they were there, where was he? And why could the Classless One see him? Further still, why did he not move to act? With no magic, he surely could not expect Fruzio to free himself, could he?

With another sigh, this one loud, he took stock of his environment. While no snow was falling, the ground was packed hard with ice and the world was foggy with the common light gray, slight blue associated with cold. The type of tint one could see when they peered to the outside and could almost see the cold. Few trees darted the landscape, and the only river, almost two hundred yards to his back gushed quietly down its infinite path.

Fruzio patted the thin steel plate that protected his guts, and headed off towards where his associates were headed. Surely there was something that could place him back with his friends and verse saviors.

Still, in the back of his mind, he pondered why he had lost track of them anyway. Had his meditation been so thorough that he simply walked from formation, and kept walking until he was lost. Or had something took him from the group and placed him in the area, and if so, were there others.
Nova Testing: Physical

Setting and such will be explained in opening post by Rilla.

@DJAtomika will be using Daniel.
Jacer's lack of military training was showing, a properly trained solider would take stock of the abilities of their comrades, even if they had turned against them - which, in thie case, Jacer would surely see that Shugtil did, at least from his point of view. A smile threatened the edges of Shugtil's face as the bullet sliced through coat and bit into the barest flesh of Jacer's arm. A single hit was all he needed for his long game to come into effect. The bullets he fired had been augmented with the releasing nanobots, which left a trail of themselves until they were spent. At this distance, Jacer had been well within range to be affected by the shot.

Shugtil's eyes could see the trail, minute as it was, connecting from the tip of the gun and heading towards Jacer. His movements would effectively carry the string around with him, unless he somehow disengaged them. It were entirely possible, as a sufficient showing of energy could override them. It'd happened before.

Shugtil was prepared though, his opponent had chosen to go the method of the gun instead of closing the gap and utilizing his considerable abilities in a close range effort.

If he wanted to make this a gunfight, then Shugtil would happily oblige. He was skilled in the art of the gun, considering it was one of the essential tools to his abilities in laying down the ground work for later effects.

Having stopped shortly after the shot, and seeing that it had bit into his opponents skin, he wasted little motion, the gun already training itself on Jacer, so that when he began easing the gun towards Shugtil, the latter's finger was already depressing the trigger. If he got the shot off in time, it would force Jacer to abandon the method he was taking, or take the shot slightly left of center mass. Shugtil was banking on the former.

The silent man of string simultaneously began priming the next stage of his plan, with his bullet firing off - leaving a trail of nanites, his magic was already clicking into the other three previously laid strings. The game was slowly shifting to his type of battle, one where he controlled where his opponent was allowed it go and where he wasn't.

Already he had laid the foundation, two bullets had been stopped short, so short strings were to be expected. One ripped through coat and flesh to lodge itself into the sturdy wall behind Jacer. Perfection. The last fired bullet, would seal the deal, so to speak. It would lay four primary lines down, keeping his opponent, a now known traitor, within a small window to move in, for fear of crossing the lines.
I'm looking to test out the Novas here soon, I have an idea of who I wanna face, as I need to test out two types of Novas. Magical and Physical.

I've messaged two people about it, one I outright asked to test something with me(@DJAtomika), and the other I sent the magic thing(@LeeRoy), and then I'm gonna ask if he wants to test it out with me as well. Melon was a choice, but I'd rather fight him in an actual fight, so I can be the 1 in 7-1 #TheBeastRilla

The Father and Mother


There are two manuscripts currently in the Allarian universe, the Manifesto of Creation and the Tome of Existence. Both are magical in nature, owing to the extremely anicent magic that was used in their creation. The Cult and the Mystics are speculated to worship each, respectively, but this is unconfirmed.

The Manifesto was created by the first sentient being, Jadik, aside from the Sacred who possessed two key abilities, which branched off. The first was his ability to separate into two different beings, one being a planes manipulator, named Monk, and the other an ancient wind manipulator named Shao Leen. The second is his only noted magic, aside from his ability to split; Record the World, which imbues the Manifesto with its infinite recording property, virtually recording every movement in all of Creation, as it happens. The book, while small, opens to the readers intent. While this magic is enacted, it prevents Jadik from becoming whole again for long periods of time.

The Tome is the more mysterious of the two, with very few having seen it - the only known few being the Sacred and Our Lord, the latter being the Patron of the Cult. It is widely speculated that Jadik's younger 'sibling', known to the Allarian multiverse, and the Angar-Rylla verse, as Liaison, is part way through an elaborate plan to ascertain the location of the Tome.

The location of the Tome is rumored to be completely unknown, while the Manifesto was formerly within the Library of Tyrael, the namesake of one of the Sacred. It was stolen from there by Joseph.

The Books are an intricate part of the Lore of the Allarian MV, as they are considered the King and Queen pieces of power. This is why the Cult and Mystics each worship one, and seek them. The Novas have some knowledge of the Books, but do not actively seek them. However, should they get their hands on them, things could get deadly.
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