ShidenBlades

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No problem. My own posts are also delayed due to a combination of Military and Personal reasons. It's not ranked so take all the time you need.

Oriast: The Second Dark Age

@Vandy I hear you need someone to step up and draw you a map?

If you have a crude version I could redraw it and add in detail. I can't promise it'll be amazing, but I recently started drawing maps for fun and I wouldn't mind a hand at yours.

So, even something as simple as a landmass drawn in paint with brown lines where mountains are, major rives city locations, etc. I can go into more detail and pump something out in a day or two.

Oriast (An original dark fantasy world based on both the real world and fiction)

This has promise.

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The plan never went according to plan, not once had something gone off without a slight snag for D’Angelo. He sighed and pinched his nose as the old-man began to speak. Of course he was here at the behest of the Brighton family he thought. Why else would the walking armory have specifically sought him out? It was clear to D’Angelo that this old-man was here to fight, not mince words.

Deception rarely did work, and against some specifically trained to utilize and recognize it, it had a much smaller chance of success. D’Angelo was such a person, yet he wasn’t really worried and was confident in his own abilities to handle whatever it was that the old-man tried.

“You’re right, I don’t recognize you.” D’Angelo said as he turned around and began to walk away from the old-man. “All old men look the same.” He said nonchalantly. Of course, as he turned to move the hands that had been resting on his belt reached into individual pockets. One hand would hold a small vial and the other a ceramic ball no larger than a coin.

“Now go about your business and tell the family that we will be coming for them. In force.” Continuing to walk into the darkness of the alley. Deception didn’t always work, but, that didn’t meant he wouldn’t try himself.

The Soil of a Man's Heart (Edrik Pedrone Vs. Shashous-Throth)

Edrik simply didn’t let his rote water spell fizzle away, he kept most of his focus on maintaining it. Some Wizards were capable enough to cast two and even three spells at a time, Edrik was not one of those wizards. He was the focused type, do one thing and do it right.

Having been lifted up by his bicep brought him up at an angle and extended his arm upwards and away from his body. He wasn’t strong enough to do a one handed pull-up. Luckily his rote had been at least somewhat successful because he felt the resistance of the creature’s tail, and then nothing as it gave way to the slicing power of Edriks magic.

Even as he began his fall he brought his left arm in close, so that his knuckles were up against his ear. Like a Spartan taking cover behind their shield, it was Edriks only defense. He knew that he needed to get away, get on even footing where he could unleash the full torrent of his magic, or if that failed, level a death curse that would surely take the both of them out.

The creature would find that the shield of water was in its way again, making it difficult if not impossible to reach around and still find purchase in the split second it would take for Edrik to fall out of reach. And fall he would, hitting down on his right foot first before stumbling to the side to regain his balance.

The shield of water would vanish only a few moments after he struck the ground, when his focus shifted from it to not face planting on the corpse that he stumbled over.

The Soil of a Man's Heart (Edrik Pedrone Vs. Shashous-Throth)

The corpse was a mess, no longer discernible. It made Edrik sick to his stomach. He had used corpses on occasion, certain body parts were excellent for rituals. But he had never done or seen anything like this. It was like a train wreck and Edrik couldn’t look away, he knelt down to inspect it further.

That’s when a sound to the right drew his attention away. Had the creature circled around to catch him from behind? Then, without warning, Edrik was yanked off of his feet as a the creatures tail wrapped around the bicep of his left arm. Edrik was not a heavy man, nor was he particularly strong and he knew instantly that he couldn’t simply muscle his way out.

The initial surprise was replaced by fear and anger, two powerful emotions. Such emotions were fuel for the sort of magic that a Wizard used, they helped to shape and give power to whatever spell construct the wizard wished to bring to life. There wasn’t so much a need to gather power as there was to simply open the flood gates and give the magic form, a form that was aided and strengthened by the bracer he wore on his left wrist.

The bracer had been specially prepared and was in all actuality an item limited in what it could do. But what it did do it did very very well. The bracer helped only with water magic, specifically defensive minded spells. Edrik was also far more skilled with Water magic than he was the other elements, save earth, and the spell that he brought to mind was reflexive in nature, one that he had used hundreds of times in his life.

Looking up wasn’t something that could easily be done, as Edrik was being drawn up with his body at an angle. So he didn’t make eye contact with the beast, not that he would of anyways, looking into the eyes was a dangerous thing, especially for Wizards and it was a practice that Edrik avoided. That being said, his body visibly shivered when the creatures eyes ran across his body and he closed his own in defiance, and out of practicality of what was to come.

Everything happened so fast, being pulled into the air, raised up above where he had been standing. The glue blowing light of the creatures eyes dancing across his flesh and the ‘snap’ rushing sound that followed mere moments after.

Water, the magic of entropy and change, it was perhaps the most versatile of the elements. It could eroding, dissolve, disrupt, decay and various other things. Heck, a powerful enough jet of water could cut clean through steel with ease. Such was the power of the shield that sprang to life a couple inches from the leather band and parallel with Edriks arm. The shield itself was circular in nature and had a two foot radius, centered at Edriks wrist.

It was a high pressure circulating disc of water that could disintegrate bullets before they passed through, Edrik was hoping the high pressure shield would be enough to slice through whatever appendage was holding him and drop him back down to the earth where he could formulate a better plan and get into the open. If all else failed perhaps the shield would block the creatures sight enough to stop whatever it was doing and prevent arms or maw from attempting to eviscerate him.

The Soil of a Man's Heart (Edrik Pedrone Vs. Shashous-Throth)

Ah. I see. I did not look under Behavior, I thought it would be under abilities. Gracias.

The Soil of a Man's Heart (Edrik Pedrone Vs. Shashous-Throth)

@Doc Doctor How stealthy would you say the creature is? You don't mention any specific attempt at moving quietely and there isn't anything in the profile to suggest that it is any more stealthy than something else that large.

Just trying to think of the likely-hood of Edrik hear it climbing up the stone, with the creatures claws and all.

The Soil of a Man's Heart (Edrik Pedrone Vs. Shashous-Throth)

In the darkness of the night Edrik was at a severe disadvantage, he simply couldn’t see with enough detail to make out how effective the gun had been. Had he even hit or had the rounds gone flying off into the night? Such rounds wouldn’t stop most undead, which is what Edrik pegged this thing as until he had sufficient information to determine otherwise.

When the thing moved away, darting around the corner to get away, Edrik was tempted to run after it but knew such a thing would be foolish. He needed to be smart about this, attack on his terms. A well prepared Wizard was a hard thing to beat. So, bringing his left hand out in front of him he made his way forward, slowly and carefully.

As he stepped forward the creature began making some bizarre sounds. Was it wounded? Edrik hoped so? Or was it calling for aid? Edrik had never met a creature like this before and if it proved to be the later of the two he was confident that he could run away if he had too. Still, he moved forward slowly, towards the corpse the creature had been eating before Edrik interrupted it.

On the third step Edrik made a small effort of will and caused the pommel of his cane sword to glow blue. The light came to light with the soft hum of magic, not something that could be heard, but rather felt by those sensitive to such energies. The light stretched out against the darkness, casting back the shadows a good twenty feet out from Edrik.

Unless otherwise attacked or interrupted he would make his way to the corpse, he wanted to inspect its wounds and see if he could discern any more before deciding if he wanted to tangle with the unknown creature.

Collaborative Story Telling

Hello,

Let me tell you, creating a world is a daunting task. From cities to deities, from landscape to races, it can be overwhelming. I have a world, Aethier, and am looking for a brave soul to help me explore it. What sort of setting you ask? Well, let me explain by using some refrences.

It will be low-fantasy, similiar to Game of Thrones.
It will have a gritty style, similiar to The Witcher.

By low-fantasy I mean that magic is not prevelent or overt and non-humanoid races are elusive and rare. As the player, know that magic is a very real, but secretive thing and other sentient races walk the planet. As a Character, magic is something to be day-dreamed about but doesn't exist and the other races are akin to monsters told in stories used to frighten children.

The real monsters exist in the hearts of men. Wars are fought, people are murdered, those with the power make the rules.

What this story entails will certainly be on the darker edge of story-telling, but will not go into extreme detail. Any scenes that have rape/roture/sex will be glossed over and/or faded to black. Your character will be see terrible things, have terrible things done to them and perhaps even do said things.

Without spoiling too much the story will begin with your characters older sister being taken on her wedding day, for the Lord. More will stem off from that event and reason will rise for your character to embark on his/her own... likely for vengence at the start, though it could certainly evolve as time goes on.

Your character will not be what we would consider a 'skilled' character to start. Whatever skills you choose to develope will take place during the story. Of course, if you have a certain vision for your character than let me know. I'm more than willing to work with you.

Either reply here or PM me if you are interested and I will look at your previous posts and see if you are what I am looking for.

Have a great day!