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The Voyagers of Duonia: A Medieval Fantasy RP

Ranger Character Sheet

_{“Chip Snowdryft: legendary archer, walker of horizons, defender of the mortal realm...and soggy boots haver.”}

_______________________________________________ Chip Snowdryft _______________________________________________________________ 24 | Male | Lightfoot Halfling _______________________________________________________________ Neutral Good | Ranger, Horizon Walker | Outlander _______________________________________________________________ [+] ▼ A T T R I B U T E S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ► Perception ► Survival ► Nature ► Athletics ► Stealth - [+] ▼ I N V E N T O R Y ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ► Armor - Snowdrfyt wraps himself in many layers to protect himself from blade and cold alike. His outermost is a cloak of animal furs, thick and heavy. Underneath lies a set of well-worn leather armor, reinforced with iron studs and bearing the mark of his conclave on the right shoulder pad. Everything Chip wears is dyed white to blend in with the snow. ► Weapons - As part of his induction into his enclave, Chip was given a pair of curved shortswords with runes written into the blades and hilts carved of ram horn. He carries a Duskwood shortbow as well, though its better at killing birds and hares than men. ► Coinpurse - His coinpurse is always light, even after a long day's work. The conclave takes a portion from all of his earnings as 'tithe.' ► Misc. Items - Aside from the usual belonging's one would find in an explorer's pack, Chip keeps smaller kits for climbing rough terrain, starting fires, trapping and skinning game, and mixing poisons. -

P E R S O N A L C H A R A C T E R In the northernmost reaches of the far north lies a cold, unyielding frontier. Its tundras lack for life, its people are rough and bitter, and its settlements are poor as dirt. One of the largest remaining settlements is a place called Far Hearth, populated by a handful of human tribes and halfling clans too stubborn to die and too stupid to leave. The largest of these halfling clans are the Snowdryfts, whose fiftieth member was a young lad they named Chip. Chip was born with a rare ailment, arcane in nature, that perplexed and befuddled the local healers. It would've- should've- claimed him, if it hadn't been for his mother's tenacity. By sheer force of will she kept Chip alive long enough to carry him many miles to a mountain shrine where a conclave of rangers was said to congregate. The cold took her on the steps of their temple, but the rangers managed to get to the boy in time to see him live. He was raised as one of their own, inducted into their holy order as soon as he was old enough to walk. They taught Chip of their conclave's ancient traditions, otherworldly powers, and terrible purpose: to defend the mortal realm from extra-planar entities that would see it brought to ruin. It was a daunting task, and the tools they offered him were woefully insufficient, but he was made to make do. Chip served as apprentice to Odegrim, a dwarven senior ranger with a sour disposition and little patience for the boy's antics. The two were never friends, though Chip appreciated any company during those long treks through the dark wastes; even if all all Odegrim did was grunt and complain. F A V O R The time had come for Chip to earn his right to be a full-fledged ranger. The master he'd been apprenticing under the last few years would assign him a target to track, hunt and neutralize. Whether out of overwhelming confidence in his student's ability or a desire to get rid of him, Odegrim found a hag that'd recently made her home outside of a minor company town at the base of a mountain. Given a few months she'd likely have a full coven established, and she'd soon become a terror upon the whole region. It was an important threat that needed to be dealt with quickly, but one fledgling ranger was little match for a hag. Enter Ordrin Entheys, the man who had everything. What the merchant was doing so far north Chip couldn't say, but he was glad for his presence nonetheless. Ordrin was able to procure a number of items such a hag might want, and he offered to give them to Chip in exchange for a later favor; the halfling was loath to owe anyone anything, yet with no other real options he accepted. With a bag full of exotic items in hand and a few honeyed words, Chip managed to convince the hag to move her coven southward, with promises of further help from Entheys's friends in the future.

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_{“They never include the soggy boots and the sleeping on rocks in the tales. Or all the walking. So much walking...”}

_______________________________________________ Chip Snowdryft _______________________________________________________________ 24 | Male | Lightfoot Halfling _______________________________________________________________ Neutral Good | Ranger, Beast Master | Outlander _______________________________________________________________ [+] ▼ A T T R I B U T E S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ► Perception ► Animal Handling ► Survival ► Nature ► Acrobatics ► Stealth - [+] ▼ I N V E N T O R Y ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ► Armor - Chip wraps himself in many layers of clothing and armor whenever he's to brave the waste. The outermost layer is a heavy cloak of white furs, meant to stave off the cold and blend in with the snow. Underneath he wears a well-worn shirt of chainmail. The final piece is a leather gambeson, dyed a dozen different grays; its color seems to shift with the changing of the light. ► Weapons - Preferring to fight with two, small weapons, Snowdryft wields a simple handaxe in his off-hand and a wicked little shortsword in his main one. When needed he can make use of a shortbow, as well, though its meant to be used on birds and hares rather than men. ► Coinpurse - His coinpurse is perpetually cursed with lightness, even after a long day's work. ► Misc. Items - Aside from the usual belonging's one would find in a traveler's pack, Chip keeps plenty of extra rations, rope and climbing tools on him at all times. There are smaller kits for starting fires, making traps, and mixing poisons. -

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Blood Runs Over Westeros Mk4 - A Game of Thrones Roleplay

@Cybermaxx House thief's.... great sheet so far, correction for House Frey of Rosby, they'd be a Crownlands house, and thus owe fealty to KL.

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Blood Runs Over Westeros Mk4 - A Game of Thrones Roleplay

House Tully WIP

H O U S E T U L L Y

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Family, Duty, Honor

House Information

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My Hider

Synopsis

House Tully is an ancient house descended from the First Men and finding its origins in the Age of Heroes. One of the Great Houses of the Seven Kingdoms, they rule as Lords Paramount of the Trident from their seat in Riverrun. Times have been difficult for House Tully. The War of the Five Kings ravaged the riverlands so utterly that they say blood still soaks the soil sixty years on. Lord Manfryd Tully, son of Edmure and Roslin, spent the better part of his reign rebuilding his broken realm through shrewd alliances and borrowed coin. Through slow, careful investment, the riverlands has begun to prosper once again.

Head of House

Manfryd Tully

Seat

Riverrun

Demesne

The riverlands is the centermost region of the Seven Kingdoms, its borders touching all but Dorne's. Its lands are prosperous, its soil rich and fertile, and its people numerous. The riverlands are named for the endless rivers that crisscross it, from the Trident and its three forks that connect the Neck to the westerlands, to Blackwater Rush that runs right to Kings Landing and the Gods Eye River, which feeds from the largest lake in Westeros by the same name.

Its smallfolk are called the rivermen and the riverlanders, known just as much for their homely farmers, fishermen and merchants as they are for their battle-tested warriors and unflappable knights. Their lords are infamous for their ancient rivalries and petty quarrels alike, as quick to fight one another as they are to unite against outside invaders. They are all sworn to House Tully, who rule from their seat at Riverrun.

Sworn Vassals of House Tully

House Blackwood of Raventree Hall
House Bracken of Stone Hedge
House Butterwell of New Whitewalls
House Cox of Saltpans
House Frey of the Crossing and Darry
House Redtrout, Cadet Branch of House Tully, of Goodbrook Keep
House Harlton of Castlewood
House Lolliston of Stoney Sept
House Mallister of Seagard
House Mooton of Maidenpool
House Piper of Pinkmaiden
House Roote of Harroway
House Ryger of Willow Wood
House Smallwood of Acorn Hall
House Vance of Atranta and Wayfarer's Rest
House Paege of Fairmarket
House Wayn of Tumblers Falls

Recent History

Edmure Tully's reign: 301 - 345 AC

House Tully was restored to Riverrun by Aegon VI Targaryen through Edmure Tully, after he and his wife, Roslin Frey, were freed from Lannister captivity. Edmure, starved and near-broken though he was, rallied what forces he could and rode north with his king to fight alongside the lords of Westeros in the War for the Dawn. After the dead were offered their final rest, the river lords marched back to their burned holdfasts, salted fields, and villages with naught a soul left lingering in them. A week long period of mourning was declared to give them time to bury their innumerable dead and to grieve those they'd lost. All in all, they're still counting the fallen, but tallies taken from the towns and largest villages put the total to near twenty thousand. Of them, over a hundred and fifty were noblemen, of great and small houses alike. Already overwhelmed by death and lacking many of its former farmers, the Riverlands wasn't prepared for the Four Years' Winter that followed. It was only by the grace of the Reach that their population wasn't halved by the famine.

There's no one date to mark when reconstruction began, neither one for when it ended; the process was started even before the War of the Five Kings had finished, and it continues even into Manfryd's reign. But none would argue that the bulk of the trouble lay during Edmure's time as lord. He was forced to borrow great sums of money from the Iron Throne and other, richer houses, including his own bannermen, to finance that great venture. In typical Edmure fashion, he began by pouring money into those towns whose smallfolk were the hardest hit. A direct investment to have fields re-sown, homes built anew, and a new fleet of skiffs, grain barges and trade ships constructed to revitalize the regional economy. The noblemen received their own portions to do with as they wish.

Broken men, robber knights and other vultures still plagued the Riverlands. Its fetid carcass was poorly protected thanks to the War of the Five Kings, and in many rural places, outlaws outnumbered the just men. Edmure nominated his friend Ser Marq Piper to lead the campaign, and gave Grover Tully, his son, to be Marq's squire. Little Grover was polishing armor and carrying wine during the battle of Bitter Bridge, running at his ser's heels when Piper chased down Rickon the Pauper Prince and his Mirthful Band, and Grover stood at Piper's side as Black Walder met the King's Justice.

After Piper’s passing in 318 AC his work would continue through Grover, now a man grown and knighted in the sept at Riverrun. He had a squire of his own, as well, though his choice has angered many river lords and disappointed his father: his squire was his younger sister, Lanna, who’d taken to fighting with quarterstaves when she was meant to be dancing and sewing. Together Grover and Lanna would bring terror to every outlaw Riverlands, with sword and noose alike, twisting what had once been called a noble quest into butcher’s work. For fifteen years they hunted, earning a name for themselves as the Hunters Two.

Edmure's other daughters went down more traditional paths. They would marry into houses near and far, securing new alliances and strengthening bonds with old vassals. Jeyne was the youngest of them at only six and ten when she was married to Lyman Goodbrook, lord of his own house at nearly the same age. The wedding was held at Goodbrook Keep and many of the great lords of the Riverlands attended. What followed was several days worth of celebratory feasting, drinking and dancing. It would've been a thing to be remembered fondly for years to come if not for the horror that followed.

Jeyne's elder brother, Belgrave Tully, had been taken by madness. He lay in wait until the wedding guests had dispersed and night had fallen, and then he set about slaughtering every living thing in the keep. He took an ax to his sister and husband as they lay in their bed, cut down the servants and guards, and fled the household when nothing but corpses remained there. Grover and Lanna would hunt their rabid brother down themselves and put him to the sword, though it did little good; the damage had already been done. Edmure would retreat into isolation in his solar, stricken by grief, and he would stay there until he passed in his bedchamber a year later.

Manfryd Tully's reign: 345 - 364

In 345 AC, just a few days after her lord husband's death, Roslin Tully would read his will before her household and a few, choice lords. Edmure had chosen to pass over Grover in the line of succession and named his younger brother, Manfryd, Lord Paramount of the Trident and Lord of Riverrun. Grover was all howls and fury for a fortnight. He threatened to call the will a mummer's farce, raise up his friends' banners in rebellion, and take his birthright by force if Manfryd didn't give it up. For all his faults, Grover was a well-liked man with many a friend. If he had followed through on his promises he may have well succeeded. For reasons only he could know, Grover never pressed his claim, and he decided to leave the Riverlands with his pregnant smallfolk lover, Willow, called 'the Beauty'.

Manfryd's first act as lord was to stabilize the Trident. He gave the Goodbrook holdfast to Jorah Tully, his nephew by Grover, to kill any quarrels he may have had with his father's treatment. Then Manfryd offered an early betrothal to Lord Blackwood, between Manfryd's daughter, Helena, and his own heir, Tommen. There were other lords and landed knights who saw their debts waved or gifts in their hands to sway their hearts away from their foolish whims.

During the early years of his reign, Manfryd made a point to increase House Tully's personal wealth. He invested coin raised by tax and tariff, borrowed from the Iron Bank in anything he could get his fingers in: foreign sellsword companies, trade ships in Maidenpool, vineyards and Sourleaf fields. Riverrun's military strength was a concern of his, too. His bannermen were notoriously fickle, bristling at even the thought of loyalty- they could not always be trusted to protect Tully interests. Knights from across the Seven Kingdoms who had no land or lord were offered plate and deeds in exchange for service. As many men-at-arms as could be afforded were put on retainer, to train and lead the levies if war were to ever find its way to the rivermen again. Manfryd was always prudent with his investments, and patient; many of them wouldn't bear fruit ten years on, yet when they did they were bountiful indeed.

But the Tully's best defense would always be its marriage pacts. Manfryd made himself a friend of Barristan Baratheon and joined their houses through his daughter, Brienne, and Manfryd's eldest, Robb. Edmyn Tully, a hauntingly handsome lad at just nineteen, was promised to a girl from House Payne before he was forced to take the black.

It was in 353 that King Aelyx I Targaryen called his banners to conquer the Stepstones, as many a king had done before him. Manfryd sent what men he could, with Robb to lead them, though he had urged against it. It was on the Stepstones that Robb reunited with his aunt and uncle, Lanna and Grover, who had already joined the van alongside Lord Desmond Mallister and Lord Mooton. It was a terrible, brutal thing, and that two year campaign claimed many lives- high and lowborn alike. Grover was among their number. Singers in every inn across the Riverlands still tell of his great courage, of how he slayed a dozen knights of New Valyria before they sent a dragon to burn him to ash. After their victory, Manfryd Tully decided to give The Skulls to the Mallisters, to honor their Lord Desmond's sacrifice and make up for the death of Grover Tully, husband to Ellinor Mallister. The Mootons writhed at this decision, having vied for the island themselves after the death of their own liege lord. Manfryd had hoped his relationship with Jocelyn would help ease the tension that arose afterward.

The Shivers had other plans when came to Riverrun in 359 AC. They would not leave until they had claimed the Lady of Riverrun, Jocelyn Tully, and her newborn infant, who was still yet unnamed. Hoster Tully took sick as well but by the grace of gods old and new, he survived, though his hands still shake to this day.

King Haegon was taken from this world by the Shivers as well, and by the time the plague had swept out of Westeros, Aerys III Targaryen sat on the Iron Throne. Unlike his last namesake, Aerys proved a good man and a good ruler, and Manfryd was quick to support him. The two traveled the Trident together while the king was there to help heal the realm's wounds. Manfryd made for a good enough host that he managed to secure a betrothal between his recovering son, called "Little" Hoster after his case of the Shivers, and Aerys's daughter, Daena. Aerys would introduce Manfryd to his Hand, Florian Tyrell, and the two hit it off immediately. The two forged another marriage pact through Myranda Tully and Alesander Tyrell. Together with their mutual friend Barristan the Houses of Baratheon, Tully, and Tyrell would back Aerys III, creating a power bloc to drag the realm back into stability, kicking and screaming.

Realm Relations

House Targaryen
Aegon VI was the man to free Edmure and give him back his ancestral lands, ensuring Tully loyalty until the last of that great house's days. Edmure safeguarded Aegon's' projects at Harrenhal and along the Kingsroad. Grover would follow a Targaryen to war, losing his life in his loyal service. And Manfryd would love their house so much he promised his heir's only son to Aerys' only daughter. Or mayhaps it was not love of his liege lord or dutiful devotion to the realm that saw them marry; mayhaps it was the quiet ambition of a patient man, who'd finally seen his opportunity and seized it.

House Baratheon
The Baratheons and Tullys have a long history of powerful alliances; their latest being the Usurper's rebellion against his Mad King. The War of the Five Kings saw their friendship complicated, as many such relationships had been. That old spark was rekindled the day Manfryd met Barristan Baratheon at a wedding tourney. They made a strange pair of personalities together, but they got along well, and had enough mutual political interests that they thought to join their houses. Its ten years on since Barristan's injury, and his raving has made for many a difficult night, yet they keep the bloc together, gods only know how.

House Tyrell
House Tyrell of Highgarden is a large, powerful family, all full up with honorable men. Their duty to the realm and honorable nature- or their proximity to power, some say- brought Manfryd to their doorstep. He and the lord of Highgarden were similar men of a similar nature, and after the epidemic, they were similarly aligned in their desire to stabilize the Seven Kingdoms. Their children liked each other even better, it would seem, and their future looks bright.

House Lannister
Many a relation has changed since the War of the Five Kings so many years ago. Yet, somehow, the trouts and lions remain as cold and distant as it was in the direct aftermath. Attempts were made by Addam Lannister to normalize things. They went ignored by Edmure. Manfryd was a little more receptive, but not by much; being seen as friendly to the conspirators behind the Red Wedding that nearly destroyed his house would not've been well received.

House Frey
House Frey is a treacherous, dishonorable house that yet continues to grow and fester in the Riverlands and beyond. It somehow managed to survive the Trident's wrath- thanks entirely to the mercies of Aegon and Edmure, convinced by Roslin- and its own little civil war for control of the Crossing. Not a single Tully has stepped foot in those thrice cursed keeps since 299 AC, and none has ever dared take food offered by a Frey. Manfryd is no ordinary trout, however. A storm is brewing in King's Landing, and the day might come when he is forced to take Guest Rights at the Crossing again, so that he might break bread with Alyssa Frey and help her decide the future of her house.

House Harlaw
House Harlaw is connected to the Tullys through Gwyn Tully, who married Wyl Harlaw at the behest of Edmure. They had many children together, all too far along the line of succession, and the current Lord Harlaw has little love for Manfryd or his river-troubles. But mayhaps it is a string that can be pulled upon, were the pieces to fall correctly into place...

Storyline Premise

The words of House Tully essentialize all that they hold dear: Family, Duty, Honor. In the conflict that comes with the death of the king, each of those values shall be tested, and each TUlly must decide which of them they hold most dearly to. Their beliefs are in conflict with themselves. We shall see which survives through the blood, the shit and the glory to come.

Robb Tully

Identity

Ser Robert "Robb" Tully

Age

34

Role

Ser
Heir to Riverrun

Characterization

Robb Tully is bold as any man, well-liked by his peers, and forthright with lord and smallfolk alike. He's known for his love of tournaments- jousting in particular- and renowned for his showmanship and skill in equal measure. Robb often boasts that he's unseated every knight in the seven kingdoms. Cocky and proud though he may be, Tully is no mummer's warrior; he has seen true battle and never shied away from the song of swords. Some say he has more courage than sense, for he has little patience for scholarly things or the ongoings at court. A charismatic and outgoing man, he's well-loved by his peers and his subjects, often going out of his way to drink or dice with his soldiers.

Drinking and dicing are just a few of Robb's many vices. He has an appetite for sweet things, a fondness for sourleaf, and a love for gambling. He abhors a full coin purse, spending what he doesn't gamble away on fine clothing, armor decorated with the heraldry of his house, and on gifts for his many friends. Stubborn as a mule and ever indolent, Robb will do whatever he must to skirt his duties and pursue his pleasures.

There is only one sin he has never indulged in, and likely never will: whoring. Fond though he is of women and known to be a bit of a flirt, he's never known another woman but his wife, whom he loves with all his being. Robb makes for a surprisingly diligent father, he encourages his children to pursue their fancies and passions as he does, and helps with that however he can. Things are more...complicated with his own siblings and father, but for reasons he can't explain he loves them all the same.

Attributes & Talents

Few men in Westeros can ride as well as Robb Tully. He has a prodigious connection to his destrier, Dream, said to be so named because they're close enough to share the same dreams. Together the two are a fierce opponent on the tournament ground and battlefield alike, able to ride down any man that dares stand against them. A lesser swordsman than he is a rider, Robb is undistinguished when dismounted and wielding a sword and shield. The same can be said for his ability to command. He may have the love of his men, but his knowledge of tactics and strategy is sorely lacking.

Immediate Family

Brienne Tully née Baratheon, wife
Myranda Tully, eldest daughter
Hoster Tully, eldest son
Arwyn Tully, youngest daughter

Manfryd Tully, father
Edmyn Tully, younger brother
Helena Blackwood, younger sister

Lanna Tully, aunt

Personal Relations

Alesander Tyrell: TBD
Brienne Baratheon: TBD
Gaemon Targaryen: TBD

Hoster Tully

Identity

"Little" Hoster Tully

Age

15

Role

Squire to Ser Hugo Smallwood
Firstborn of the Heir to Riverrun

Characterization

In the early years of his youth Hoster Tully had dreamt of knighthood. He had paged for his father at tourneys, read tales of Barristan the Bold and Duncan the Tall, and practiced swordsmanship with Ser Hugo Smallwood every day. It was all he had ever wanted, and sickness had stolen it away from him. The Shivers came for him when he was only ten years old. Though he survived, his growth was stunted, and he was left with a constant shake in his hands. Instead of despairing at what had become of him, however, Hoster turned to other pursuits: he began to sharpen his mind.

The boy had always loved books; they had such wonderful stories of knights, dragons and ancient magic within. Now he'll devour a book on any topic, no matter how mundane, just for the sake of it. He particularly enjoys the subjects of history and the higher mysteries. His curiosity extended to people, too. He learned how to talk stories out of anyone. Charming, serene and kind, his is a disarming presence.

Hoster's trusting nature and openness make him vulnerable, however. He often takes people at their word, rarely considering that they might bend the truth or manipulate him. Words are weapons, he's found, and it isn't difficult to cut deep; Tully wears his weaknesses on his sleeve, so to speak.

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Lanna Tully

Identity

Lanna Tully, also called the "Wraith of the Trident", the "Maiden Knight" or the "Wench of Riverrun"

Age

57

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Blood Runs Over Westeros Mk4 - A Game of Thrones Roleplay

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One Universe: World Of Heroes - A Marvel & DC Comics RPG

C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T P R O P O S A L

W O N D E R W O M A N

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^{_{DIANA PRINCE-TREVOR ♦ QUEEN AND CHAMPION ♦ THEMYSCIRA ♦ THE AMAZONS AND THEIR PATRON GODS}}

C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T:

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<sup>"Hateful to me as the gates of Hades is that man who hides one thing in his heart and speaks another."
- Homer, The Iliad</sup>

Diana was never born. Her first memory was of washing ashore an island paradise, swaddled in a bloodied cloak, as all Amazons before her. They raised her to be a warrior, taught her of their Patron Gods, and warned of the dangers of the outside world. Through skill at arms, a head full of wonder and a golden heart she earned the respect of Hippolyta, Queen of the Amazons, who took Diana as her daughter and heir. For all her life she knew only the peace and plenty of Themyscira. Yet, for reasons even she couldn't understand, she yearned for more. She yearned to know what lay beyond the sea, beyond the horizon she had watched since she was just a little girl. The gods granted her a chance when a hulk of burning steel came falling from the sky, depositing bodies onto the very shores she was 'born' on.

Only one man survived the plane crash: its pilot, an American soldier by the name of Steve Trevor. He told his rescuers- and captors- of the world beyond the sea. He told them of an apocalyptic war put on by a mad tyrant, bent on conquest and genocide. He told them that if this man succeeded, even their island hidden in the mist could be under threat. The queen, calling on the wisdom of Athena, knew what ought to be done. A champion ought to be chosen to carry the survivor home, to defeat this terrible foe, and to be Themyscira's bridge to the mortal realm. Athena chose Diana as her champion. She would be granted boons of power by each of the Patrons to aid her in her quest, though they came with a mighty cost: An oath that Diana would never return to her home of Themyscira.

She would enter the world in October of 1941, joining the Allies in their fight against the Axis powers. Diana would fly alongside the Blackhawks, shake hands with the one they called Steve Rogers, and mistake Captain Marvel for a demigod. She would go toe to toe with beings of unimaginable power and cruelty. She would bear witness to the worst- and even the best, at times- of what humanity had to offer. It was also when her exploits caught the attention of international press, who chose the curious moniker of 'Wonder Woman' for her. It became a part of her.

Victory came and went, but the work was never done. Diana would follow the survivor, Steve Trevor, back to his United States and make a life with him there. She would begin her advocacy not only for Themyscira, but also for peace, and for other beings like her that the world often misunderstood. An embassy would be opened in Washington, D.C. The Amazons would be granted Permanent Observer status the United Nations. And her new, curious role of superhero would continue to grow in scope and importance. Life was hard, but it was good.

Things deteriorated as time went on. The Cold War would ramp up and her diplomatic presence would be met with more and more hostility by every side, her neutrality brought into question constantly. Metahumans were viewed with distrust or outright hostility. Many of her friends would retire in anonymity, putting down the cape and cowl after so much public pressure. On top of it all, Trevor's health was deteriorating. After much deliberation, Diana chose to retire, too, so that she might spend the last of her love's life with him in peace.

Decades passed in lonely isolation before Diana saw a golden messenger descend from the sky, grave news clutched in his fist. Hippolyta, her mother, had passed suddenly, and she had not named another heir since Diana had left. Themyscira was in chaos and Olympus was divided. Some of the Patrons were beckoning her to return despite her oath, while others still warned of the dire consequences. Diana didn't care. The world of man had little left for her, and the Amazons were in need- she would return home, Gods be damned.

Queen Diana of Themyscira has ruled for just under five years and already she's made many a radical change. She has established normal relations with the governments of mankind, allowing a trusted circle of Amazons to go and leave as they see fit, and even allowed choice outsiders to visit paradise. She's even begun her work as Wonder Woman once again, joining the Justice League to help defend Earth from threats too powerful for any one hero to handle.

Yet for all the appearance of prosperity and stability, there is stirring in the pantheon. Daggers move in the shadows of Olympus. The Patrons are weakened, divided, and their rivals seek to take advantage of Diana's broken oath. Poseidon and Hades bicker over the Abyss- that dividing line between the ocean and the underworld. Deimos, Phobos and Eris clamor for the release of Ares. And Zeus, Skyfather and the mightiest of all the Gods, turns his jealous eye toward other pantheons of Earth.

C H A R A C T E R M O T I V A T I O N S & G O A L S:

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I wanted to take advantage of the timeline of this game and went with a more mature version of Diana with a long history and a lot of lore I can draw from. She's seen everything from WW2 and the golden age of capes to the Cold War and the rejection of metahumans by the public, and those experiences will shape her characterization: Diana is more skeptical of people, she yearns for a return to an age of heroism, and she's more pragmatic in her application of violence. But, critically, she hasn't given up on her core principles. She still believes a better world is possible, only now she knows it is a road not easily traveled.

One of my main inspirations for this version of Diana was Wonder Woman's Rebirth run by Greg Rucka and a few others. I intend to incorporate more mythological aspects of her lore than the traditional superhero bits, though I hope to touch on those as well. The opening plot will be focused heavily on her Patrons, her broken oath to never return to Themyscira, and the possibility of war in the heavens. The consequences of her actions in this arc will affect the trajectory of the rest of her story in radical ways that I'm pretty excited for, if I'm honest. I just gotta make sure I get there!

I think I've made one attempt at writing in the supernatural corner of these One Universe games, and I've never applied for a major character, and if I'm honest I'm a bit nervous taking on that responsibility. After quite a bit of thinking and writing and planning, however, I believe I have a strong plot mapped out and an interesting direction to take the character in.

C H A R A C T E R N O T E S:

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This section will be filled in as characters appear in-character.

The Gods of Olympus

Athena: Goddess of Wisdom and Battle Strategy, her symbol is that of an owl. She is one of the twelve major Gods of Mount Olympus and the principle architect of the rebellion against the Titans- when the Olympians' toppled the tyrant Gods that came before them. Through her sheer brilliance and no small amount of politicking, Athena had risen to be the favored child of Zeus, second in his eyes only to his wife, Hera. Recent events regarding her champion in the mortal realm, Wonder Woman, has eroded much of the respect she once held. Athena is the defacto leader of the Patrons.

Demeter:Goddess of Earth, Fertility and Harvest, her symbol is the cornucopia. One of the six Gods of the first generation and a major God on Mount Olympus, Demeter is said to have bestowed agriculture to the primordial men. She is said to care little for the goings on in the godly realm, preferring to walk among the forests and fields of the mortals, granting secret boons to those that show her kindness. It is said her shifting mood reflects the changing of the seasons. Like her niece Athena, Demeter is one of the Patrons of the Amazons.

Aphrodite: Goddess of Love, Beauty and Fertility, her symbol is that of the dove or a rose. She rules atop Mount Olympus as one one of the twelve major Gods and is a daughter of Zeus. Aphrodite is best known as the source of sexual desire and procreation, but her domain extends to beauty and passion in all their many different forms. It is said her love is the only thing strong enough to calm the blood rage of Ares, one of her many lovers, and the God of War. She has had many offspring by many consorts, though none by her husband, Hephaestus. Aphrodite is a Patron God of Themyscira.

Artemis: Goddess of the Hunt and the Moon, her symbols include the Moon, a deer, or a bow. She is one of the twelve rulers of Olympus, a daughter of Zeus and twin sister to Apollo, God of the Sun. Artemis is said to have hunted the greatest beasts and leviathans to roam either the mortal or heavenly realm, slaying creatures as tall as mountains with a single, well-placed shot. She is one of the Patrons of the Amazons.

Hestia: Goddess of Hearth and Community, her symbol is a hearth and its fire. Hestia is the eldest daughter of the Titans Cronus and Rhea, sister to the first generation of Olympians that overthrew their predecessors, and one of the twelve that rule Mount Olympus. Unlike many of her peers, she is a deeply reserved individual, preferring stability and peace to the constant in-fighting and warring of her fellow Gods. She is often asked to resolve disputes as she can be expected to be a neutral arbiter in any argument. Hestia is one of the Patron Gods of Themyscira.

Hermes: God of Heralds, Travelers and Wanderers, his symbols are either his legendary winged helmet, his winged sandals or his staff, the caduceus. He is the second youngest of the Olympians, a son of Zeus, and one of the twelve major Gods of Olympus. Hermes is the messenger of the Gods, carrying their declarations across realms, planets and continents alike, to any who needs to hear them. He is said to be one of- if not the- fastest being in existence. Hermes is the sixth and only male Patron of the Amazons.

The Amazons and Their Allies

Steve Trevor: Steven Howard Trevor was a Captain in the USAAF and a fighter pilot in the Second World War. He crash landed onto the hidden island of Themyscira, home of the Amazons, and was the first man to ever set foot on its shores. Trevor would go on to introduce Wonder Woman to the outside world, joining her on her adventures for the better part of his life. Time and his less-than-safe lifestyle would catch up to him in the 70s, when his health deteriorated so much he couldn't walk thirty feet without assistance. Diana would retire to live out the rest of his days with her, and the two would finally have the wedding they always talked about. He would die peacefully, with the love of his life at his bedside.

Cassandra Sandsmark: The second Wonder Girl. I'll be leaving this blank so she's available for anyone who wants to play her, but she is canonically active and did serve as Wonder Woman's sidekick after Donna Troy.

Donna Troy: The First Wonder Girl. I'll be leaving this blank so she's available for anyone who wants to play her, but she is canonically active and served as Wonder Woman's sidekick and the first Wonder Girl.

Castalia: Castalia is one the elder Amazons on Themyscira, and she fills the roles of healer, teacher and archivist. She is often one of the first people Diana will confide in when she's seeking advice, and she has a reputation as being closer to the Patron Gods than many of her sisters. Some have said she even experiences visions similarly to the oracles, though Castalia fiercely denies such rumors.

Artemis: Artemis is a fierce warrior and capable leader, and was once a member of Themyscira's sister island of Bana-Mighdall, though it was abandoned after Diana united their two peoples. Artemis is often regarded as the voice of the Bana sect as she is one of the few Amazons willing to stand up to Wonder Woman and speak her mind. This attribute has earned the respect of Queen Diana, and Artemis is privy to secrets and invited to meetings of great import that few other Amazons even know about.

Io: Io is the master blacksmith of Themyscira's forges, overseeing the creation, mending and recycling of the Amazons' weapons and armor. She forged the tools that built Themyscira's greatest wonders, and created weapons that even Hephaestus himself has complimented. Io and Diana grew up together, and the two of them became the closest of friends- more than that, too, on occasion.

Penelope: Penelope is one of the Oracles of Themyscira, whose visions from the Gods have shaped the direction of their civilization and warded off great perils countless times. She and her sister oracles live in relative isolation in the temple to the Gods, perched atop the island's tallest peak, for fear of their constant prophecies driving their sisters mad.

Philippus: Philippus is the High General of Themyscira, leading them in all matters of war, conflict and defense. She was once the lover of Hippolyta and something of a second mother to Princess Diana, having played a hand in raising and training the girl to be the warrior she is today. Her experience with the sword and in battle are second to none, and she is given full reign to lead the Amazons to victory in times of open conflict. She acts as Diana's second and her closest advisor.

Enemies of Themyscira

To be revealed.

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Sample Post

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_{The Mediterranean
Nighttime}

The king in the heavens wept, and the sky wept with him. His brother under the ocean, distant as he was, must have shared in the Sky God's grief, for the sea churned with equal power. Together they formed a tempest that could sunder steel and sink even the mightiest of vessels. Yet still a figure braved the storm. They were but a shadow against waves four hundred feet tall. Wind strong enough to sheer flesh from bone kicked and battered against them from every angle. Streaks of lightning colored the air, a few passing mere inches from their skin. They continued undeterred.

Diana had faced worse than this storm.

She had spent three days and three nights catching German shells at the Ardennes, tossing them away or letting them explode in her arms to spare the rangers huddled underneath her. She had dived into the blazing river Phlegethon to rescue a wrongly accused soul from the depths of Tartarus. Alien and leviathan alike had challenged her guardianship of Earth, each just as much a failure as the last. She was Diana of Themyscira, Wonder Woman; no sprinkle of rain nor unruly surf would deter her.

She flew through a wave headed right for her, boring a person-sized hole in its surface, never so much as flinching. The speed of Hermes would not be undone by even the power of Poseidon, it seems. She had traveled a great distance to get this far, and she'd met nothing like this before. That must've meant she was close. Just a little further, now...

Another bolt of lightning was hurled down from the clouds, and she felt her heart skip a beat. Her body reacted, dancing to the side as its clutching, electric fingers narrowly missed her. Diana had never seen colors so brilliant, so vibrant, as that of lightning a hand's breadth from her face. She had hoped the storm was evidence of the Gods sharing in her grief. That they saw the death of one of their oldest, most devoted servants and wept as terribly as she had. That was naive, and Diana was a fool to not see otherwise.

No natural lightning could hope to touch one as quick as her.

'You were aiming at me, Father, weren't you?' The thought came with many an emotion: Fear at having attracted the wraith of her Gods. Hurt that Zeus would ever wish to harm her. Some tiny token of pride at having avoided the aim of the Skyfather. She wondered if some part of him was proud of her, too, at having come so far. There was a time when she couldn't catch an arrow. Lifetimes had passed since then. It was so long ago, now, those memories...fragments, more like a dream...

She pressed on despite all she now knew. On she went, despite whatever the consequences may be.

The roar of the wind was deafening. It reverberated like the enraged scream of someone none dared to disobey. The thrashing torrent carried no words yet its meaning, and the voice that spoke it, was all too clear. She knew who she dared to defy. His brother below her was no calmer, unleashing his rage in spouts of water that crashed against her chest, trying to knock her off course. If Diana fell from the air and into the waves, she knew she was done. No power on this earth could challenge Poseidon in his own oceans. It took all her strength to keep course.

"I have to do this!" She screamed into the wind until her throat was raw. "You must know that, damn you!"

Her people had not lost a queen in three thousand years. Hippolyta's rule was all many of them had ever known. General Philippus could keep the peace as regent for a little while, perhaps, but there was one fact that could not be ignored: another heir had not been chosen since Diana left Themyscira near eighty years ago. There wasn't an alternative. No records to dig into to find a distant niece or a cousin. No council to hold emergency election. The queen of the Amazons was never meant to die.

Mist rose up from the horizon. The pouring rain obscured it, but there was no mistaking it: the mist that shrouded her home from eyes that were not meant to see. It was not a simple trick of sorcery that hid that isle, either, but the will of the Gods themselves that made it so. Even with Zeus and Poseidon against her, Diana could see the mist. That must've meant something, right? She could not lay eyes on it unless some force in the heavens allowed it.

'I am Princess Diana of Themyscira, daughter of Hippolyta and heir to the throne of the Amazons. In the mortal realm, I am called Wonder Woman- a hero to all and champion peacemaker. My actions this day will earn me another moniker. One that will stain my very soul until the day I pass on into Hades's embrace...'

Diana was forbidden to return to Themyscira. An oath had been made before God and Amazon alike. An oath, at the time, she had every intention of upholding.

'...Oathbreaker.'

But she was no oracle. She could not have foreseen what was to come. Things had changed, and the Amazons needed Diana now more than ever. The island's location was supposed to be lost to any who left its shores; that was the power of her promise. It was a promise every Amazon who'd ventured forth had made. Even the Gods who chose to visit had made their own oaths before the Patrons to ensure paradise's safekeeping. The Patron Gods knew there were too many who would see paradise destroyed if even so much as a memory could lead them to Themyscira. For decades, Diana thought herself afflicted with this curse as well. It wasn't until Hermes landed at her doorstep that the dreams started. The dreams where she would sore back to her home on the wings of an eagle...

Something, or someone, was drawing her her back-

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One Universe: World Of Heroes - A Marvel & DC Comics RPG

Time to fuck shit uppp

One Universe: World Of Heroes - A Marvel & DC Comics RPG

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@Sep

One Universe: World Of Heroes - A Marvel & DC Comics RPG

Upset to the see the best Olympian isn't in any of these Wonder Woman sheets so far

@Natty

can't believe you'd just go and spoil my backup like that. smh

One Universe: World Of Heroes - A Marvel & DC Comics RPG

C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T P R O P O S A L

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<sup>"Hateful to me as the gates of Hades is that man who hides one thing in his heart and speaks another."
- Homer, The Iliad</sup>

Diana was never born. Her first memory was of washing ashore an island paradise, swaddled in a bloodied cloak, as all Amazons before her. They raised her to be a warrior, taught her of their Patron Gods, and warned of the dangers of the outside world. Through skill at arms, a head full of wonder and a golden heart she earned the respect of Hippolyta, Queen of the Amazons, who took Diana as her daughter and heir. For all her life she knew only the peace and plenty of Themyscira. Yet, for reasons even she couldn't understand, she yearned for more. She yearned to know what lay beyond the sea, beyond the horizon she had watched since she was just a little girl. The gods granted her a chance when a hulk of burning steel came falling from the sky, depositing bodies onto the very shores she was 'born' on.

Only one man survived the plane crash: its pilot, an American soldier by the name of Steve Trevor. He told his rescuers- and captors- of the world beyond the sea. He told them of an apocalyptic war put on by a mad tyrant, bent on conquest and genocide. He told them that if this man succeeded, even their island hidden in the mist could be under threat. The queen, calling on the wisdom of Athena, knew what ought to be done. A champion ought to be chosen to carry the survivor home, to defeat this terrible foe, and to be Themyscira's bridge to the mortal realm. Athena chose Diana as her champion. She would be granted boons of power by each of the Patrons to aid her in her quest, though they came with a mighty cost: An oath that Diana would never return to her home of Themyscira.

She would enter the world in October of 1941, joining the Allies in their fight against the Axis powers. Diana would fly alongside the Blackhawks, shake hands with the one they called Steve Rogers, and mistake Captain Marvel for a demigod. She would go toe to toe with beings of unimaginable power and cruelty. She would bear witness to the worst- and even the best, at times- of what humanity had to offer. It was also when her exploits caught the attention of international press, who chose the curious moniker of 'Wonder Woman' for her. It became a part of her.

Victory came and went, but the work was never done. Diana would follow the survivor, Steve Trevor, back to his United States and make a life with him there. She would begin her advocacy not only for Themyscira, but also for peace, and for other beings like her that the world often misunderstood. An embassy would be opened in Washington, D.C. The Amazons would be granted Permanent Observer status the United Nations. And her new, curious role of superhero would continue to grow in scope and importance. Life was hard, but it was good.

Things deteriorated as time went on. The Cold War would ramp up and her diplomatic presence would be met with more and more hostility by every side, her neutrality brought into question constantly. Metahumans were viewed with distrust or outright hostility. Many of her friends would retire in anonymity, putting down the cape and cowl after so much public pressure. On top of it all, Trevor's health was deteriorating. After much deliberation, Diana chose to retire, too, so that she might spend the last of her love's life with him in peace.

Decades passed in lonely isolation before Diana saw a golden messenger descend from the sky, grave news clutched in his fist. Hippolyta, her mother, had passed suddenly, and she had not named another heir since Diana had left. Themyscira was in chaos and Olympus was divided. Some of the Patrons were beckoning her to return despite her oath, while others still warned of the dire consequences. Diana didn't care. The world of man had little left for her, and the Amazons were in need- she would return home, Gods be damned.

Queen Diana of Themyscira has ruled for just under five years and already she's made many a radical change. She has established normal relations with the governments of mankind, allowing a trusted circle of Amazons to go and leave as they see fit, and even allowed choice outsiders to visit paradise. She's even begun her work as Wonder Woman once again, joining the Justice League to help defend Earth from threats too powerful for any one hero to handle.

Yet for all the appearance of prosperity and stability, there is stirring in the pantheon. Daggers move in the shadows of Olympus. The Patrons are weakened, divided, and their rivals seek to take advantage of Diana's broken oath. Poseidon and Hades bicker over the Abyss- that dividing line between the ocean and the underworld. Deimos, Phobos and Eris clamor for the release of Ares. And Zeus, Skyfather and the mightiest of all the Gods, turns his jealous eye toward other pantheons of Earth.

C H A R A C T E R M O T I V A T I O N S & G O A L S:

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I wanted to take advantage of the timeline of this game and went with a more mature version of Diana with a long history and a lot of lore I can draw from. She's seen everything from WW2 and the golden age of capes to the Cold War and the rejection of metahumans by the public, and those experiences will shape her characterization: Diana is more skeptical of people, she yearns for a return to an age of heroism, and she's more pragmatic in her application of violence. But, critically, she hasn't given up on her core principles. She still believes a better world is possible, only now she knows it is a road not easily traveled.

One of my main inspirations for this version of Diana was Wonder Woman's Rebirth run by Greg Rucka and a few others. I intend to incorporate more mythological aspects of her lore than the traditional superhero bits, though I hope to touch on those as well. The opening plot will be focused heavily on her Patrons, her broken oath to never return to Themyscira, and the possibility of war in the heavens. The consequences of her actions in this arc will affect the trajectory of the rest of her story in radical ways that I'm pretty excited for, if I'm honest. I just gotta make sure I get there!

I think I've made one attempt at writing in the supernatural corner of these One Universe games, and I've never applied for a major character, and if I'm honest I'm a bit nervous taking on that responsibility. After quite a bit of thinking and writing and planning, however, I believe I have a strong plot mapped out and an interesting direction to take the character in.

C H A R A C T E R N O T E S:

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This section will be filled in as characters appear in-character.

The Gods of Olympus

Athena: Goddess of Wisdom and Battle Strategy, her symbol is that of an owl. She is one of the twelve major Gods of Mount Olympus and the principle architect of the rebellion against the Titans- when the Olympians' toppled the tyrant Gods that came before them. Through her sheer brilliance and no small amount of politicking, Athena had risen to be the favored child of Zeus, second in his eyes only to his wife, Hera. Recent events regarding her champion in the mortal realm, Wonder Woman, has eroded much of the respect she once held. Athena is the defacto leader of the Patrons.

Demeter:Goddess of Earth, Fertility and Harvest, her symbol is the cornucopia. One of the six Gods of the first generation and a major God on Mount Olympus, Demeter is said to have bestowed agriculture to the primordial men. She is said to care little for the goings on in the godly realm, preferring to walk among the forests and fields of the mortals, granting secret boons to those that show her kindness. It is said her shifting mood reflects the changing of the seasons. Like her niece Athena, Demeter is one of the Patrons of the Amazons.

Aphrodite: Goddess of Love, Beauty and Fertility, her symbol is that of the dove or a rose. She rules atop Mount Olympus as one one of the twelve major Gods and is a daughter of Zeus. Aphrodite is best known as the source of sexual desire and procreation, but her domain extends to beauty and passion in all their many different forms. It is said her love is the only thing strong enough to calm the blood rage of Ares, one of her many lovers, and the God of War. She has had many offspring by many consorts, though none by her husband, Hephaestus. Aphrodite is a Patron God of Themyscira.

Artemis: Goddess of the Hunt and the Moon, her symbols include the Moon, a deer, or a bow. She is one of the twelve rulers of Olympus, a daughter of Zeus and twin sister to Apollo, God of the Sun. Artemis is said to have hunted the greatest beasts and leviathans to roam either the mortal or heavenly realm, slaying creatures as tall as mountains with a single, well-placed shot. She is one of the Patrons of the Amazons.

Hestia: Goddess of Hearth and Community, her symbol is a hearth and its fire. Hestia is the eldest daughter of the Titans Cronus and Rhea, sister to the first generation of Olympians that overthrew their predecessors, and one of the twelve that rule Mount Olympus. Unlike many of her peers, she is a deeply reserved individual, preferring stability and peace to the constant in-fighting and warring of her fellow Gods. She is often asked to resolve disputes as she can be expected to be a neutral arbiter in any argument. Hestia is one of the Patron Gods of Themyscira.

Hermes: God of Heralds, Travelers and Wanderers, his symbols are either his legendary winged helmet, his winged sandals or his staff, the caduceus. He is the second youngest of the Olympians, a son of Zeus, and one of the twelve major Gods of Olympus. Hermes is the messenger of the Gods, carrying their declarations across realms, planets and continents alike, to any who needs to hear them. He is said to be one of- if not the- fastest being in existence. Hermes is the sixth and only male Patron of the Amazons.

The Amazons and Their Allies

Steve Trevor: Steven Howard Trevor was a Captain in the USAAF and a fighter pilot in the Second World War. He crash landed onto the hidden island of Themyscira, home of the Amazons, and was the first man to ever set foot on its shores. Trevor would go on to introduce Wonder Woman to the outside world, joining her on her adventures for the better part of his life. Time and his less-than-safe lifestyle would catch up to him in the 70s, when his health deteriorated so much he couldn't walk thirty feet without assistance. Diana would retire to live out the rest of his days with her, and the two would finally have the wedding they always talked about. He would die peacefully, with the love of his life at his bedside.

Cassandra Sandsmark: The second Wonder Girl. I'll be leaving this blank so she's available for anyone who wants to play her, but she is canonically active and did serve as Wonder Woman's sidekick after Donna Troy.

Donna Troy: The First Wonder Girl. I'll be leaving this blank so she's available for anyone who wants to play her, but she is canonically active and served as Wonder Woman's sidekick and the first Wonder Girl.

Castalia: Castalia is one the elder Amazons on Themyscira, and she fills the roles of healer, teacher and archivist. She is often one of the first people Diana will confide in when she's seeking advice, and she has a reputation as being closer to the Patron Gods than many of her sisters. Some have said she even experiences visions similarly to the oracles, though Castalia fiercely denies such rumors.

Artemis: Artemis is a fierce warrior and capable leader, and was once a member of Themyscira's sister island of Bana-Mighdall, though it was abandoned after Diana united their two peoples. Artemis is often regarded as the voice of the Bana sect as she is one of the few Amazons willing to stand up to Wonder Woman and speak her mind. This attribute has earned the respect of Queen Diana, and Artemis is privy to secrets and invited to meetings of great import that few other Amazons even know about.

Io: Io is the master blacksmith of Themyscira's forges, overseeing the creation, mending and recycling of the Amazons' weapons and armor. She forged the tools that built Themyscira's greatest wonders, and created weapons that even Hephaestus himself has complimented. Io and Diana grew up together, and the two of them became the closest of friends- more than that, too, on occasion.

Penelope: Penelope is one of the Oracles of Themyscira, whose visions from the Gods have shaped the direction of their civilization and warded off great perils countless times. She and her sister oracles live in relative isolation in the temple to the Gods, perched atop the island's tallest peak, for fear of their constant prophecies driving their sisters mad.

Philippus: Philippus is the High General of Themyscira, leading them in all matters of war, conflict and defense. She was once the lover of Hippolyta and something of a second mother to Princess Diana, having played a hand in raising and training the girl to be the warrior she is today. Her experience with the sword and in battle are second to none, and she is given full reign to lead the Amazons to victory in times of open conflict. She acts as Diana's second and her closest advisor.

Enemies of Themyscira

To be revealed.

S A M P L E P O S T:

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Sample Post

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_{The Mediterranean
Nighttime}

The king in the heavens wept, and the sky wept with him. His brother under the ocean, distant as he was, must have shared in the Sky God's grief, for the sea churned with equal power. Together they formed a tempest that could sunder steel and sink even the mightiest of vessels. Yet still a figure braved the storm. They were but a shadow against waves four hundred feet tall. Wind strong enough to sheer flesh from bone kicked and battered against them from every angle. Streaks of lightning colored the air, a few passing mere inches from their skin. They continued undeterred.

Diana had faced worse than this storm.

She had spent three days and three nights catching German shells at the Ardennes, tossing them away or letting them explode in her arms to spare the rangers huddled underneath her. She had dived into the blazing river Phlegethon to rescue a wrongly accused soul from the depths of Tartarus. Alien and leviathan alike had challenged her guardianship of Earth, each just as much a failure as the last. She was Diana of Themyscira, Wonder Woman; no sprinkle of rain nor unruly surf would deter her.

She flew through a wave headed right for her, boring a person-sized hole in its surface, never so much as flinching. The speed of Hermes would not be undone by even the power of Poseidon, it seems. She had traveled a great distance to get this far, and she'd met nothing like this before. That must've meant she was close. Just a little further, now...

Another bolt of lightning was hurled down from the clouds, and she felt her heart skip a beat. Her body reacted, dancing to the side as its clutching, electric fingers narrowly missed her. Diana had never seen colors so brilliant, so vibrant, as that of lightning a hand's breadth from her face. She had hoped the storm was evidence of the Gods sharing in her grief. That they saw the death of one of their oldest, most devoted servants and wept as terribly as she had. That was naive, and Diana was a fool to not see otherwise.

No natural lightning could hope to touch one as quick as her.

'You were aiming at me, Father, weren't you?' The thought came with many an emotion: Fear at having attracted the wraith of her Gods. Hurt that Zeus would ever wish to harm her. Some tiny token of pride at having avoided the aim of the Skyfather. She wondered if some part of him was proud of her, too, at having come so far. There was a time when she couldn't catch an arrow. Lifetimes had passed since then. It was so long ago, now, those memories...fragments, more like a dream...

She pressed on despite all she now knew. On she went, despite whatever the consequences may be.

The roar of the wind was deafening. It reverberated like the enraged scream of someone none dared to disobey. The thrashing torrent carried no words yet its meaning, and the voice that spoke it, was all too clear. She knew who she dared to defy. His brother below her was no calmer, unleashing his rage in spouts of water that crashed against her chest, trying to knock her off course. If Diana fell from the air and into the waves, she knew she was done. No power on this earth could challenge Poseidon in his own oceans. It took all her strength to keep course.

"I have to do this!" She screamed into the wind until her throat was raw. "You must know that, damn you!"

Her people had not lost a queen in three thousand years. Hippolyta's rule was all many of them had ever known. General Philippus could keep the peace as regent for a little while, perhaps, but there was one fact that could not be ignored: another heir had not been chosen since Diana left Themyscira near eighty years ago. There wasn't an alternative. No records to dig into to find a distant niece or a cousin. No council to hold emergency election. The queen of the Amazons was never meant to die.

Mist rose up from the horizon. The pouring rain obscured it, but there was no mistaking it: the mist that shrouded her home from eyes that were not meant to see. It was not a simple trick of sorcery that hid that isle, either, but the will of the Gods themselves that made it so. Even with Zeus and Poseidon against her, Diana could see the mist. That must've meant something, right? She could not lay eyes on it unless some force in the heavens allowed it.

'I am Princess Diana of Themyscira, daughter of Hippolyta and heir to the throne of the Amazons. In the mortal realm, I am called Wonder Woman- a hero to all and champion peacemaker. My actions this day will earn me another moniker. One that will stain my very soul until the day I pass on into Hades's embrace...'

Diana was forbidden to return to Themyscira. An oath had been made before God and Amazon alike. An oath, at the time, she had every intention of upholding.

'...Oathbreaker.'

But she was no oracle. She could not have foreseen what was to come. Things had changed, and the Amazons needed Diana now more than ever. The island's location was supposed to be lost to any who left its shores; that was the power of her promise. It was a promise every Amazon who'd ventured forth had made. Even the Gods who chose to visit had made their own oaths before the Patrons to ensure paradise's safekeeping. The Patron Gods knew there were too many who would see paradise destroyed if even so much as a memory could lead them to Themyscira. For decades, Diana thought herself afflicted with this curse as well. It wasn't until Hermes landed at her doorstep that the dreams started. The dreams where she would sore back to her home on the wings of an eagle...

Something, or someone, was drawing her her back-

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