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Avalia

@princess@Alivefalling

@dragonpiece you should @ them to make sure they see it sooner.

Dragonier (Medieval Fantasy, Dragon Riders, Magic, War)

3 months ago! It's really been that long... Well, all I can say is that I hope it'll be worth the wait.

@TheMerlin

It has been worth it.

As you slowly filled in each bit I just read and got excited. Honestly if it took longer I'd still be just as excited.

I ain't going anywhere I'm in this for the long haul.

Dragonier (Medieval Fantasy, Dragon Riders, Magic, War)

So general notice, I've finished with the beastfolk and added a bit more info for the elves as well as the names of different racial abilities. While I was writing however, I realized that I haven't given that much info on the Dragonier, nations or religions of Tirn. Maybe I can sprinkle those details throughout the roleplay, but I also feel like it's necessary info for fleshing out our characters. What do you guys think? Start the roleplay already or iron out those details first?

@TheMerlin

Hello!

I saw this around 3 months ago when you first published this and was really interested. And honestly, info on the Dragonier is important because of they are the focus.

So even if it is brief, understanding the base concept of them is important: how they were trained, how are Dragons chosen, and even how are they organized.

These are base important things, like are they an entity that exist on their own and answers the call when bad stuff happens, or are they just people who have the ability to ride dragons and they go to someplace that has them and tires?

The same with each kingdom and religion. A basic idea of what they are, what they do, and how they are ran is all people needs to make characters.

Avalia

Time: 10 am
Location: Jungle
Interactions: Annya @princess, Raven @Tae, Saoirse @Potter, Kharne @Kazemitsu
Equipment: A rouge-ish set of clothing, his dog tags, and a set of faux demihuman Wolf ears, a Ring of Disguise, two rations of food, water flask, a bar of soap and a few other portable hygienic products.

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The moment Ismael asked his question, the hair on his neck stood on end as he felt everything fall silent as Annya spoke. The center of his back tensed as he felt his hips almost ready to start to drop. Yet he stopped himself, knowing that if anything comes it will come into melee rather than ranged combat. As Annya spoke, she only gave reassurance and never answered his question. Yet it seemed the jungle was more than willing to answer his questions.

In a thunderous moment of aggression, the thumping of thunderous drums almost becomes the only sound that can be heard as 2 giant green creatures sprung out from the thickets on either side of their trail. The battle cry they let out was loud enough to feel as if it was from a booming stage speaker. One immediately sprang to take Kharne head-on, as the clash was something to be only spoken as it was unbelievable to even the eyes to make. Yet Ismael's eyes were pulled away to the other one, as he saw Raven nearly get killed in a swinging blow, yet it seemed to have aimed to knock her over and inspect her.

Ismael's feet began to move on their own until Annya yelled to him and Shae. Her eyes were strong and commanding, Ismael took the moment and calmed his own nerves. His feet were stilled long enough for Annya to throw an ax and save Raven. Yet at this moment, once the Troll tossed Raven back to them, Ismael was prepared to catch her, but Annya seemed to have taken that role, so Ismael prepared to fight. Sure, they were told to run and hide, but Ismael couldn't think of much of a place to run and hide. Shae wanted to climb the tree but Ismael said quickly, "You can't you'll die tired, they are taller than us and can probably break the tree with ease, the ground is the more safe place to be". They are fast, strong, and wielded weapons twice the size of Kharne, climbing just makes you more like a fruit to be picked, or a coconut to be knocked off.

So what is a person to do when faced with monsters? Run and hide and wait to die in some cowardly way, Ismael would not die with his back turned. He waited to know what is the moment to act. It would either be when either one of the Trolls feels overpowered and will switch to try and run with an easy meal, or when it feels it has the advantage. Since these creatures are still predators they would look at it the same way any predator would, if they become too injured they will make a quick risk analysis in favor of fleeing. After all, if you are hurt you can't hunt, if you can't hunt you can't eat, and if you can't eat you can't heal and will eventually die.

The real goal Ismael had was to make sure Shae and Raven stayed safe. Sure in the grand scheme of it all, they are around the same at the moment, with Shae having a slight leg up on Ismael because she has a knife. Yet Ismael's instincts told him what to do: protect, fight, survive. Without hesitation, he is ready to take action when he sees an opening. Their backs look to be where best to hit them, you might be able to get underneath them from in-between their legs with how wide their stance is and hit them from the back. Their necks look too thick to be able to look back well, so they'd need to turn, which is how he'd open an opportunity for the others. But he needed to wait for a moment to create the opening.

Yet Annya seemed to be fighting the beast well, she threw one of her axes and it seemed to have dug deep and left a burning wound that left it confused and worried. As she yelled for it, and it had returned to her, Ismael realized magic is a very strange thing and would be wholly useful in this situation. Yet Ismael was not gonna take a bet at the moment of his magic, after all, what if in the outburst he brings them all into an inferno that brings the Jungle down on them and kills them, so he'll have to stick to his skills and time his approach.

With no weapon, magic, nor power to fight, how could Ismael have a smile?

A place to keep my stuff in order

Ismael's Element of the day

Lightning- Electrokinesis
Fire- Pyrokinesis
Wind- Aerokinesis
Earth- Terrakinesis
Water- Hydrokinesis

August
Lightning- 8 13 18 23 28
Fire- 9 14 19 24 29
Wind- 10 15 20 25 30
Earth- 11 16 21 26 31
Water- 12 17 22 27

September
Lightning- 1 6 11 16 21 26
Fire- 2 7 12 17 22 27
Wind- 3 8 13 18 23 28
Earth- 4 9 14 19 24 29
Water- 5 10 15 20 25 30

Avalia

Time: 10 am
Location: Jungle
Interactions: Annya @princess, Raven @Tae, Saoirse @Potter, Kharne @Kazemitsu
Equipment: A rouge-ish set of clothing, his dog tags, and a set of faux demihuman Wolf ears, a Ring of Disguise, two rations of food, water flask, a bar of soap and a few other portable hygienic products.

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Ismael noticed two different reactions to his name, he saw most look at him with acceptance or acknowledgment. Yet Annya seemed to think of it as some very powerful name and expressed it as such. He didn't think it was really a powerful name, nor did he think it deserved such ferocity when speaking it, yet the princess seemed to like it, so he'd let it stay.

He did get the info he wanted from Annya, they were to head to a town called Riverport. If it wasn't a port town by the river, Ismael would be quite disappointed. Yet he also got info on why they were moving, they were to leave before an attack commenced. Ismael understood why to bring them away, he just didn't know one thing, would the city fare well. Sure their army might be strong, but if they were banking their hopes on some random Joe Schmoes coming through a portal to help them win a war, they might be in bigger trouble than they let on. However this wasn't the time to think of things like that, people seemed to be more worried of other things.

As Ismael noticed the others gave some more introductions, yet he felt giving one for himself would feel unwarranted now he spoke his name, so he'll just keep it to himself for now. Yet as he listened to the others speak he heard each person's upbringings and their current happenings before coming here.

Kharne was quite old actually, he probably has a longer life span than humans do. However, it wasn't when he died that made Ismael interested, it was how many years was Kharne a Mercenary. He was a professional soldier for years, so his duty was to be and surpass excellently. In a profession where most die young, he was an old practitioner of his craft, the only thing that beats the wisdom and skill of the old is the youth and ferocity of the young yet it seemed that was not much of a worry yet for the Dragonborn. He was one to learn from if anyone.

Next was the strange white-haired girl named Raven. She was just a year over the legal drinking age in their world and a professional…cosplayer? Ismael had heard of many ways to make money, but he never thought that could be an option. Ismael had to know, he had such curiosity as to what such work could entail, "Professional Cosplayer? Was the work akin to modeling?". Ismael threw the question to Raven from the sheer wish to know what work could be found as a 'Professional Cosplayer'.

'Shae' seemed to have taken a moment to give a name, may it have been out of thinking if she should give it or not, or out of a want to think up of a name to hide her real name. Ismael didn't harp on such things, yet what he did take detail of was her skills. It seemed quite a few different skills were in her arsenal for self-defense may it have been out of interest, hobbies, or necessity, he is not sure of. Yet he knows that she won't be a slouch to the impending war to come.

After some quick thoughts, Ismael remembered out of all of them, both Raven and Shae fell through the same portal and landed on each other. They both yelled at each other as something happened before the portal opening, may it be they both fell through while doing something as Raven yelled like she was forced in by Shae. So that meant they both knew each other if not close in relation but in close in proximity, so they both came from the same place and time. That'd be good, so whatever one says from their time it will be true for the other. If a pillar of support is needed, someone who knows of you and can understand your plight is important. And the best people at a time like this are either people who are saints who understand people, or people who had come from a similar background as you. Shae and Raven might not have been similar in background, but coming from the same place and time would help them keep each other grounded at least.

Yet before Ismael could continue thinking he had a thought, that Shae immediately asked as well, what of the power they supposedly possess. Ismael believes these powers must have some trigger, like emotion, yet if it was based on what emotion you used for the power you'd get, Ismael believed the boy who threw a hissy fit over an unlit blunt would have produced fire. After all, humans have always put fire as the element of uncontrolled anger, not earth. So it must have some randomness to it, however, he believed it must have been elemental since Caelan can control earth. That would mean very few things could use such magic, after all, why summon people who could use magic that you could.

After all, if you needed to summon more 'power', either their magic needed to be far more powerful than yours, or you'd need to summon many more people than they did. Even 30 magic wielders couldn't make much of a difference in a war if they could wield the same magic you did with the same power. Well, Ismael would hope that is the case or magic that the people of this world can do much more dangerous than he can even think, as the only thing that humans have that can be considered similar in power is nuclear weapons. And if that is at the fingertips of a person, that could be the most dangerous thing.

Amongst all, the thing he is most worried about was what they were to fight in this world. Human's never needed to worry about other animals, after all, their biggest competitor was other humans. Not monsters nor beasts, so what if they needed to fight something so powerful that only magic could fight. Ismael didn't have magic at the moment, so he'd have to look at those kinds of monsters like Tanks, with the right stuff, possible, yet other than that, literally impossible. So Ismael wanted to ask to know, in case of, something worrisome lived in this Jungle, "May I ask, what lives in these Jungles? Is there anything in here we would need to worry about? Any large predators here that would see us as potential prey?"

Innocence Lost - A Science Fantasy RP [v.03]

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Tarak

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_{Location: Xuanzang’s Lobby → The Conference Room → The Infirmary
Interaction: Maria [@Jest].
Mention: Everyone in conference room}

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Tarak had just left the frying pan with everyone as people started appearing from the ship. Tarak wasn't worried about many things, his head was on a swivel though, waiting for everyone to recollect and get moving. As it was fast, yet a few people were acting strange, Iris appeared in some very interesting sleepwear, he'll probably figure out why soon enough. The next thing was their newest group member, Jude, seemed to have given a soapbox introduction which was not the time for it, but it was good she seemed to think it was a good time, it meant she felt safe, and that’s what matters.

Yet Natasha appeared and how she acted was very apparent that she had lots on her mind. Her walking was wobbly, his shoulders were tensed, and her eyes looked tired yet filled with anger. 'Oh boy, this'll be a long one'

They left the Galactic Bazaar in a hurry, getting a bit onto Nero and what he did with the helicopter, which gave Tarak a good understanding of why she was so stressed. When Natasha called out a conference to the Conference room, Tarak knew something fun was going to happen.

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~~~= The Conference Room =~~~

After MoonStrike had told them about what the attack was, Tarak held the bridge of his nose. He knew something was slightly off when Ashton and Flame gave them all of that money. That's why had sent it through multiple dummy accounts and then finished off with having it be sent through an old friend to a secure account. It was an old way of doing it, but learning from colleagues during his Mercenary life and then during his life as a Soldier and trading with smugglers to get what he wanted while with the Ascendancy.

Tarak is upset that there was such an easy mistake made and he didn't think to look into it further. Yet it seemed people had already gotten the gist of the situation: Pirates have stolen your stuff, don't do it again without us, you will have new members of the crew join soon, and then their 'newest' member spoke. Joey wasn't newer than them, it was just the fact that he wasn't here for when they got here, and it seemed he took up the lead for dishing out the punishment.

Well first he seemed to give a bit of background that they didn't know, Natasha was a lot more destructive than what they thought. Tarak had a suspicion, but he didn't want to really believe it, giving the benefit of the doubt and all, but it is a good learning experience for him. Yet what seemed interesting about Joey, even with his words of him being a 'part-timer' he keeps himself up to date quite well with his not-so-secret-anymore communications. Tarak was interested in Joey, he seemed like a very strange person, his demeanor never changed, even while passing down the punishment. He even passed a few jokes through it, either he was a tough man, or he was trying to do something.

The next pieces of info to leave Joey's mouth did make Tarak nervous, someone was now hunting them. Their pursuers knew who they were, what ship they were on, and who they were working for. Tarak was nervous about who it could be, but it never showed, his face was the same expression as ever, blank with a slight bit of sternness to it.

As even before anything else could be said Joey left, as Tarak gave a slight nod to him and turned towards the others and said, "Looks like it's time to start preparing"

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~~~=Later On=~~~

After maybe 20 or so minutes, Tarak finally left his armor and showered. At this point his nervousness had left, he was sure it wasn't anything they couldn't handle. If they wielded magic, they were capable of fighting it, after all, that was what they were made to do. Either way, Tarak had left his room with a loose shirt and some shorts and made his way to Maria. He knew everyone was to get a phycological evaluation and a mind scan in case anyone was a mole. Tarak had no real worry about it though, after all, he had nothing to hide.

As once he entered the infirmary he was greeted with a familiar sight, Maria sitting in a chair far too big for her, and some person on a table unconscious Tarak entered with a nonchalant, "Hey Maria, I came in for the compulsory mind scan, unsure if you'll find anything out of the ordinary though". Tarak said this as he took a seat in front of her, knowing that she'd probably prefer that he was more close to her height when she did this.

Avalia

Time: 10 am
Location:
Interactions: Annya @princess, Raven @Tae, Saoirse @Potter, Kharne @Kazemitsu
Equipment: A rouge-ish set of clothing, his dog tags, and a set of faux demihuman Wolf ears, a Ring of Disguise, two rations of food, water flask, a bar of soap and a few other portable hygienic products.

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Ismael had noticed that the girl, to who he handed a bag and ring, had not lost a sense of humor. That's good, that means she'll be able to hold her head on right. Ismael gives a slight chuckle as he says to her, "I guess so, who knew hobbies would come so in handy?" Before he headed off to give everyone else their things.

Soon they were off, trying to leave for some unknown location to them for this time. May it be because it is nonessential to their knowledge or may it be because they have no clue where they will be going too. It does not matter to Ismael, all he cares about is leaving the area before whatever spooked their summoners get to them. As he walked he listened to those who spoke, their Elf-friend seemed to have flipped a 180 on them. At first, she seemed fiery with her words and cold with her judgment, yet she seemed to have flipped the notion, she seemed very warm to those around her and even made conversation and already wished to further relations with those around her.

Upon asking for their names Ismael responded with, "My name is Ismael Helstein Pr….." Ismael stopped himself at the last moment as he then continued, "…Annya". Ismael had to quickly adjust to the non-use of honorifics, he had just spent the past 10 minutes getting used to it in his head, so it was slightly annoying, yet it'll probably be easier in the end. After all, the most honorifics he had in him were sir and ma'am. Not these extra things from the era of Dragons and Knights, having someone who wished not for them made his life so much easier.

As they continued, they finally reached the entrance of what seemed to be a jungle. Ismael was slightly upset by this, he never liked Jungles. They were humid, muddy, had insects that carried more diseases than a damn rat, and held nightmares within. Yet with all of his disdain for it, they had to go through, so he kept in his disdain and trekked forward into the great unknown.

Ismael looked towards Annya and asked, "Ma'am, may I ask where we are heading?" Ismael thought now might be a good time as they are trekking, making some talk can make time fly or just more bearable.

Fate/Novus Apocrypha - An Alternate Greater Grail War (Reboot)!

Before Iskandar could have gotten another word out or before Princess Lovise could have returned his greeting, a strange occurrence had come about. A chill rolled in like an unexpected guest, and it make Iskandar stand tall realizing a visitor has invited themselves over. As then the strange familiars that surrounded them had started speaking. The master of them must have been off somewhere else, Iskandar hoped he would be well, after all his strange creatures are providing warmth! But alas it seemed Iskandar would need to leave such nice warmth and comforts to face the enemy once again.

Iskandar looked to Daniel as he spoke, "Master we must be off. It seems the enemy has made a stance against us". Iskandar sent his right hand down to his side and takes hold of his sword. Right when he draws his sword, he makes a slash into the sky as it looks as if a slice of light goes out and cuts the sky itself. The place where the cut was made had opened up a rift in the sky resembling a gaping mouth made of pure lightning. With a thunderous roar and a tremor, a chariot of steel and stone emerges from the rift into the world being pulled by 2 large ebony black bulls the size of cars appear. When the Chariot fully exits the rift lightning clouds seem to follow the feet of the bulls as they huff and snort with the sounds of lightning and thunder.

Iskandar laughs out as he takes his position upon his chariot prepared to mount a counter-offensive and says, "Come, we have a charge to lead!" Iskandar put out his hand for the boy to mount his chariot as he sends down the reins, the bulls let out a huff and a stomp that sent a thunderous thoom that announced a charge. Preparing to leave even if his master would not mount with him for this was a battle, but Iskandar would be displeased if Daniel would not come with him.

Even with this Iskandar Roared to everyone who would listen, "To battle!!". Once these words left his mouth his Chariot began to move. His charge was head long as he held his head high. The thunderous stomps of the bulls weren't such an easy thing to dodge as one might expect, the chariot ran at speeds far exceeding the speed of most land vehicles. Unlike all other vehicles, his chariot can reach these speeds in no time, as he starts to head straight to the crowd. Iskandar raised his arms up and far out to his sides as he calls to everyone who is in front of him, "Come face your end to..." as in the middle of his sentence, a thunderous roar of energy appeared and nearly wiped out everything in front of him, as it almost included Iskandar into the total hit.

Luckily, Iskandar had the reactions and skill to move out of the way just in the nick of time before the beam of lightning just takes him out like a simple foot soldier. Iskandar whirls back around quick and turns to find the enemy had been wiped from the face of the earth. Except for the few leaders and...a giant ship. Iskandar watched Daniel jump into action he was impressed with the kids swiftness. His instincts were solid as he knew what to do with something so quick. Iskandar had to watch the interaction play out, yet it ended with an even better situation than he was going to be in, Iskandar heads down to find their Lightning ruler had already taken to giving orders, “King of Conquerors, I presume your own mount would not lose out to something like this, either? If you would, making this a battle between mounts and giving them more to worry about besides would be helpful.”

A laugh leaves Iskandar's smirk as he says, "I would never dream my chariot would lose. I'll be right with you then". Iskandar leaves his hand out once again for Daniel to take so they may head off, yet Iskandar will not wait for long. As the battle will leave very soon without them.

@Unlucker@Letter Bee
@Red Team

Avalia

Time: 9 am

Location: Castle Hall of Sun Elf Kingdom --> Outside

Interactions: Rosaria @Potter, Annya @princess, Raven @Tae, Jomari @baraquiel, Caelan @Alivefalling, Sophie @princess, Saoirse @Potter, Kharne @Kazemitsu, Nuallán @13org

Equipment: A rouge-ish set of clothing, his dog tags, and a set of faux demihuman Wolf ears and a Ring of Disguise.

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Ismael had taken to eating, after all, from the information being presented in the actions of those around them, something was coming, and it was coming fast. So he wanted to make sure he was able to eat what he could before they probably had to leave and march for an unknown amount of time. He wasn't a slob about it though, as he ate he nodded and gave small smiles and nods to those who gave him them.

Ismael watched the scene unfold, his eyes were watching with great detail, these moments tell of a person more quickly than they realize, such situations show what people are most like. Some of the women here seemed to be confused on the situation they are in, some unknowing of the situation, others slow on the uptake of everything altogether. While the men varied so wildly, himself accepting and moving with the chorus, the boy with the Geokinesis, as the princess called it, seemed to think this is some game to play, and the dark-skinned man seemed even to go as wild as to start playing a dangerous game, one where he could find himself trapped in a world where war could be on their doorstep.

Ismael didn't care what the man thought of him, obviously, whatever war he was fighting he wasn't a real fighter in it. If he was a fighter he had nothing on him that said it other than the blade. His hands were too nice, his figure was too slim, and his handle of a weapon was too sloppy, no, he wasn't a fighter. His show was just that, a show, a display, like a Lion's roar or an ape thumping its chest. And it was most apparent he wasn't a fighter, because he would have known from the get-go what to do. Yet with all of that culmination of wrong calls, the worst one was he chose the wrong crowd to show such things to, after all, a display of dominance only works against weaker opponents. Here everyone assumes they are the Apex, that is just the nature of thinking beings, as they will always assume some form of superiority and use it.

Soon those who had enough with his actions had made a show of the situation. Like a burning fire, Princess Annya let into the man about his show and display. She called him out on everything he did wrong, how he tried to play the Strawman card, distorting the actions and ideas of everyone here to set himself on to a pedestal to make himself the better. How he was nothing but a shriveled parasite, and how he would find nothing in this pursuit. Ismael agreed, if this was all you offered as a person, what will you be in 10 years, the man seemed to have beauty as his one saving grace. But all women do, and they are afraid of the same thing, time and age. All flaws are shown when there is nothing else hiding them. And Annya seems not afraid of such things and knows what is right and good, he respected that.

And before anyone could have reacted Princess Rosaria spoke in a cool and calm manner. Leveling and keeping it calmer and trying to move things along. Ismael was actually quite impressed with her, to keep calm when family had been attacked and the very weight of everything falling onto her and around her. Her calmness is quite admirable, and he had respect for her, that isn't something someone can do easily, to stay calm and stoic in the face of such issues as people you summoned to assist you seemed to be against you, quite remarkable.

Right when she finished a silent killer emerged from the shadows, the butler. He showed his skills, his movements were gorgeous, swift, silent, and told a thousand words. His reach had been perfect, right outside of the man's yet just close enough. His swiftness was remarkable, his elegance was that of the idea of a dance, and his eyes were that of a killer. He was trained and very well, as his moves were perfect, Ismael just wished he could hear what was being said, he is a bit of a nosy person. Yet the situation seemed to change and Ismael stopped his scanning the moment a guard rushed in.

Everything seemed to be kicked up, as the stoicism on Princess Rosaria's face weakened to dismay for a short moment before hardening again. It seemed whatever was happening was happening now. As Ismael looked to the bags that are set out, and 10 rings were set for everyone to wear. Ismael quickly took one and put it on as something changed about him. His face had changed, it shifted how his face looked and made the Demi-human ears on his head look perfectly attached as if he was always a demi-human.

Once Ismael set the ring onto his finger, he quickly started grabbing the rest of the rings and bags that weren't grabbed and handing them to everyone. He knew whatever was coming, it was coming fast, so they needed to go. Yet once he got to Jomari, he went up and set the bag and ring in his hand as he said, "No one cares where you came from nor what you did before right now. We aren't home, the best thing to do is cooperate to survive. You best learn that now...". As Ismael turned and started to hand out the rest of the equipment, but not before finishing off with, "since that's the only thing you seem good at".

Once Ismael finished passing things out, he waited until Annya and the others were ready to leave. Once they left he was met with a shockingly beautiful sight, crystal clear waters, a bright blue sky, and near suffocatingly clean air. This was definitely not home.