The Fair Lady

The Heavens Aflame - A Civil War Among Deities

I might instead make a child of Aroesus. Maybe fill the role of the heir apparent. Would that be alright as well seuss? :)

The Heavens Aflame - A Civil War Among Deities

Ello. I don't know if you remember me but I was in the last version. I played Nihris lastborn, and was the creator of Lymaeus too. I was hoping to use Nihris again but there is already a god who does the ferrying between this world and the underworld. Can I still use her?

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG (Closed)

I think it is too early for this. I'm still too shaken up after mom... No, I wrench my thoughts away from what I had seen. My eyes scan the street in front of me as I look for any movement in the shadows that doesn't belong there and I don't see anything out of place. I wouldn't have come out here tonight myself, it had taken prodding, a lot of prodding before I finally gave in mostly to get Emily to cut me some slack about it. But maybe there is something to what she said. The cold air is refreshing and if I do find some criminals or Dark Possessed to stop it probably will feel good to get to blow off some steam.

I'm lost in my own thoughts of distractions and walls made in my own mind, trying to think about anything other than what happened to mom. Okay anything other than what happened to mom or those dreams that have started up again. So lost in thought that when the front door of the one of the houses I'm passing by opens I don't notice it until I hear footsteps coming towards me fast.

I whirl, my hands lifting both of my blades up into ready positions instinctively. The golden blade gleams in the light of the street lamps but does not glow now and the jagged black blade glints briefly. As I take a ready position I see my attacker through slits in my mask and suddenly feel foolish for how jumpy I was being. Before me stands a four year old girl who is sobbing and heading towards me. My blades return to their holders as I drop down to a knee and pull my mask up to show my face. "It's okay little one." I say and smile comfortingly as I let the panicked girl wrap her arms around me.

"What's wrong?" Already alarm bells are going off in my head, a little one like this shouldn't have been able to get out of her house to run and hug a stranger.

But the little one is too distraught to answer. I mutter a curse under my breath and hope nothing too horrible is happening while my hands instinctively move and I speak words I can barely understand before releasing the child. A golden bubble of light surrounds her and I turn towards the house, drawing my blades again and noticing that now the golden one glows once more. "Stay there, I'll be right back." I say in an attempt to comfort her and run into the house.

A hand of shadows reaches out from the darkness at the doorway and I slip under it, slashing a luminous blade clean through the spectral limb. The Dark are here. The voice in my mind that is like me but says things I don't know how I know speaks assertively and my lips form another series of words. "Aldras vo narel" A wave of golden light washes out and banishes most of the shadows but not all and my eyes widen. The words had banished all the shadows I had seen in my dreams and driven back the Dark I had fought already.

I see shadowy chains coiling along the walls of the room and I drop to the floor just before they shoot across the room to try and snare me. I raise both blades at once, slicing through the links of the chains to make several of them fall limp. Then I vault over the couch before the next set can hit me, hearing the thuds as they strike it and the frame groans. Another series of words fills my mind and I yell them out in a bit of panic as I start to hear faint and very female laughter coming from the shadows. "Aldras nex volis" A blade of light sweeps a circle around the room, cutting off the chains at their roots and burning away the supernatural dark within the shadows. I suddenly feel drained though and I still hear the laughter as I climb to my feet.

I see the woman across the room and I think she has just descended the stairs. In the light of my blades I think she must be the little girl's mother, but something is very wrong. Her eyes are pools of darkness and the shadows trail from her, ethereal chains twisting and turning around her body. I feel a rush of recognition. I know who, no, what this is. A very long word that never ends plays in my mind before a shorter form fills my mouth. "Krysenna. Release the girl's mother."

"I don't think so." The woman, no, the force possessing the woman retorted, a grotesque grin stretching across her face. "You are all alone now young Adeline. The others of your order are dust, those who have not joined us. As soon you shall." And I see her throw back her head and laugh with that strange echoing laughter the other dark possessed had had as well.

Instinct tells me what to do and I barely am aware as I shout the same words again "Aldras nex volis" and the blade of light whips around the woman, slashing through the gathering chains of shadow as I dive forward with my golden blade outstretched. I see her stagger back and the darkness starts to reform but I can be faster, I can strike her down before... I give a strangled cry and with difficulty move my arm, the blade missing by just a fraction. I cannot kill her, as my instincts scream. I will not take this girl's mother like mine was just taken. Still I crash into her and both the dark possessed and I go sprawling.

She is lost! My mind screams at me and I shudder. The Lords cannot be removed. My mind insists as I try to resist the impulse to just stab with the golden blade. Then the choice is taken from me and I find myself thrown against the wall. Darkness swims before my eyes as I see the shadowy chains that struck me wrap around furniture to haul the woman back to her feet.

"Your humanity is ever your weakness. We are beyond you foolish girl." The woman began to monologue as she walked towards me. I would laugh from the cliche if I wasn't gasping for breath and in danger. "I will enjoy breaking you..." Suddenly it clicked, a scrap of lore appearing that felt even older than the voice that spoke to me most of the time. The name is her.. it was only a fragment and it might not work but it was worth a second's hope at least. I interrupt the monologue, reciting the syllables that popped into my head with the name and I see a scowl form, then a pained expression, then the chains lash out towards me again but I manage to raise my blades and cut through them.

I continue to chant and it seems to be working as she staggers back, the chains falling away into normal shadows as she does. Then finally after what seems an eternity and I am running out of syllables to say a cloud of darkness far more thick and vast than any I had seen before pours out of her mouth and streams towards me. This I do know how to deal with though and I shout the words I have come to know. "Aldras vo narel" The golden light sweeps the darkness away and the woman collapses.

I climb to my feet and rush over to her. I press the blade to her but she does not scream and it does not smoke and I know I succeeded. I suddenly feel completely drained but I help the woman to her feet and lead her out of the house to where her daughter is, the golden globe having just faded away. I watch and then am brought into their embrace and I feel happy for a moment. I had made a difference here and Emily was right. It did feel good.

The Guardians of Dara [Sheets]

This is a WIP but an almost finished WIP

Character Sheet
Name: Meletia Desenchel

Age: 46

Gender: Female

Race: Malvelin (A lineage rumored to be born from a long ago union between men and water spirits)

Physical Description:

Meletia would be tall if she could stand up straight. Since she cannot she is roughly 4'11 instead of the near 6 foot height she would have. Her spine is curved differently and this forces her into a hunched over posture. She has bluish skin, just enough to be noticeable and not Her eyes are large and the large irises are a brilliant yellow. Her nose is flatter than a human's would be and the skin of her face always looks damp and sagging. Even so her face is appealing and the lines of her features are exquisite beneath the sagging skin. She lacks visible ears, instead a patch of membranous skin is stretched over a boneless spot in the side of her head. The sides of her neck have a series of six slits on each side that look like scars but can in fact open and function similarly to gills. Meletia's hair is a damp and peculiar mix of greenish blue and brown that manages to look appealing but only with a great deal of effort. Her arms have an extra joint similar to a second wrist in the middle of what would be a human forearm and the fingers on each of her hands have vestigial membranes connecting the lower knuckles together on all fingers other than the thumb. Similarly to her arms, her lower limbs also have an extra joint between the knee and the ankle and this gives her a peculiar gate when she walks. Other than the curved spine, slightly sagging skin, and noticeable lack of ears she is quite appealing and were it not for the most obvious deformity, the spine she would be regarded as a beauty.

Skillset:

Meletia is a magician by trade. True magic has been mostly gone from the world for a long time but parlor tricks and sleight of hand still remained. Meletia knows how to make many useful things and the art of smoke, mirrors, and deception can be potent. She can craft an explosive powder that when exposed to high heat or flame erupts in smoke and a flash of the flames, make liquids that change colors and boil without heat, ect. Many of her 'spells' are derivatives of real magic that now are just strings of words and flashy gestures to draw attention away from the true mundane sources of her tricks. Some may be intact enough to start working in a fashion if magic was to return. Really though a lot of her skill is in acting, she has a wonderful voice and can easily draw attention to things she wants focused on. Magic is 9/10ths distraction after all.

Far Ancestry:

Once there was magic and in the long ago days of magic's height there was a nation. Once that nation had a king who was great in might and magic both. With power and deceit he charmed the spirits within the waves thinking they had a secret to immortality. From a union of an ensorcelled spirit of the seas, some claim she was the daughter of the old father of waters himself, and this great king of myths came six children. Three daughters as beautiful and fair as sunlight upon still waters, and three sons who held within them the fury of the raging waves. Legend says the three sons wed the three daughters at their father's commands and that in this golden age these unions birthed the Malvelin.

The tales of the earliest Malvelin are many and varied. There was the Dread Sorceress Avalyce whose songs ensnared the wills of mortal men, Rylthin Of The Storm who could call upon cyclones and once summoned a wave so great that it washed a city out to sea, the noble Magistra Lylins Desen who held back the wrath of sea and storm for generations, Lothril The Proud who it is said could make blades from nothing more than solid water, Mystra the Weeper whose sorrow brought mists so thick that the air became as the sea and men drowned upon the land, and many tales lost to time...

Character History:

Meletia Desenchel was born to two relatively pure Malvelin and cursed with an unfortunate deformity at birth. Her father and mother were members of the court in Satharas, the last city where a ruler of Malvelin descent still ruled. When she was born deformed the aged King Sythelis Desen saw the birth of a deformed child to his advisers as a malefic omen. Her father renounced all claims to his daughter in accordance with the king's decree and saved his position by doing so. Her mother refused and King Sythelis in his aged paranoia exiled her from the court.

Meletia's earliest memories are of her mother and frequent rides in dusty carriages. For a number of years her mother travelled back and forth in the cities surrounding Satharas seeking a position at the courts. But there was no permanent position to be found and eventually Meletia's mother was forced into a different trade. She was a nearly pureblood Malvelin and her bodily services were prized quite highly. Even though her mother was forced into whoring herself out Meletia did not have a deprived childhood since her mother was not a common whore. Meletia's mother did not want the life she ended up with for her daughter and as Meletia grew older her mother taught her the same trade that had once been hers before misfortune.

Sadly Meletia grew up to dislike her mother and to views her as a failure who had disgraced their proud heritage. When she was old enough she left her mother and the whole area behind. Satharas and it's subsidiaries were but one piece of the world, a piece where her mother had disgraced herself, and a piece where her crooked back meant she was an ill omen. It was in her quest to see the world and find a more welcoming place that she stumbled upon Dara and found herself wrapped up in a quest straight out of the ancient myths and legends of her people. Everyone knows the official story of what happened on that quest and she returned to Dara triumphant as a hero.

Meletia had been determined that she would not end up in the same situation as her mother but in a way she ended up doing something similar. She also whored out something, though she did not whore out her body, instead she sold her heritage. Meletia combined her tricks and 'magic' with the ancient stories of the great Malvelin of old to make productions that shocked and awed many people. In time she began to incorporate other lore and other stories into her repertoire as well. Now Meletia is a well known performer in Dara, hired for dramatic storytelling at events and for other shows that she puts on periodically.

Psychological Profile:

An idea of how the character thinks and so forth; should be linked to the history. Most importantly, how did they react to the confrontation with Pykas and Cyrabassis -- because Cyrabassis was wielding magic (not heavy stuff, but way more than most have ever seen or would believe) and Pykas was possessed with something not of the world. They barely survived by the skin of their teeth. So the characters have baggage from that fight.

Equipment:

Masks: Meletia's masks are copied out of the old tales about ancient Malvelin from myths and legends. Each of them has the detailed likeness of one of the famed figures of legend carved into it.
Robes: Meletia finds the fashions of Dara not to be too alien and willingly wears the traditional Daran robes. Her robes are made of silk and most often either blue or green as those are the colors that she looks best in by far.
Pouches: Meletia's robes have many hidden pouches and compartments sewn into them to help her in her trade. Many of them hold various powders and vials that can be used to great theatrical effect such as making clouds of smoke or making fires burn with different color flames.

Titles/Holdings/Power Base:

Work In Progress

Relationships

TBA

The Guardians of Dara [Fantasy]

I'm still working to get my sheet done. It should be all set tonight or tomorrow. :) Is that okay?

The Guardians of Dara [Fantasy/City Governing]

I am eager to join this. :)

Demon Sunrise

Location

Plane: Sper Indiath

Lord

Name: Krysennavelhelasivinelixinelishinsylis.................

Type: Demi-god

Appearance:


Krysenna always hides her bare flesh. Her mask is more of a symbol than anything else as her mask never changes while the rest of her wardrobe fluctuates between armor and other finery. She is 8.1 feet tall and as her clothing shows is thin and quite attractively proportioned. Her face is as porcelain and a milky white marred only by purple scars carved into her flesh. The runic scars begin in the center of her forehead and wrap around her eyes before crossing again in the center of her forehead and curving down around her cheek bones. They meet again at her chin and then branch outwards across her neck to cover most of her body in a delicate spidery network of scars forming a single extremely long word. Her eyes glow with violet light that flickers and dances with the promise of sinister and sadistic delights. Her lips are inviting and her tongue similar to the Night Mother can stretch out far longer than a humans. Her face seems made to bring pleasure. So why does she hide it behind a mask? Raven black hair falls down around her mask and past the twin horns that rise up from her head. Her ears do not look like the picture.

Krysenna's tail is almost always hidden beneath her clothing but it is coiled up beneath around her legs and is quite long. It has a retractable stinger at the tip. Krysenna's only other flaw in her appearance comes on her back where two stumps of what were once her wings remain. She hides these stumps beneath her clothing. Her fingers are tipped with long claws and so are her toes.

Personality and Drive:

History:
Krysenna is the slaver queen of Sper Indiath. Her origins are mostly unknown and she is something of a mystery. The few who have seen her features claim she greatly resembles the demoness Mother Night and that she bares the same runic scars that keep the slaves that she rules over in line. Few know any answers to questions of her history and few who do know would ever speak of it for fear that the chains which bind will begin to strangle or that Krysenna will choose them to be the next victims of her twisted desires and sickening lusts.

Armaments: (Does your Lord even carry weapons? If so, tell us here. If not, tell us what they usually use to kill stuff. (Unless those means are magical, in which case ignore this and place in category below)

Abilities:

Chains that Bind: Krysenna controls the magical chains of Sper Indiath. They are nearly impossible to break and their shackles will never open once they close unless she commands it. Any creature who is shackled is bound and their magical abilities and strength is sapped and added to her own. They also cannot use magic to free themselves. The chains come in any size desired. They can be summoned from Sper Indiath no matter where she is. Demon Lords and Champions are powerful enough hat they can fight against the chains and free themselves with effort. If they are weakened enough though the chains can spell the end.

Truenaming: Krysenna can carve the name of a person's true name into them and then use it to control them. But the more important use of this power is that she can name things and control them. If she named the wind the wind would obey her commands, if she named fire then the fire would do as she said, and if she named water the water would obey as well. Truenaming is very powerful and very flexible but it isn't the fastest form of magic and requires her to speak in order to use. It can override normal spellcasting because truenaming makes you the master of what you name. But it is slower than normal arcane spells.

Curse: Krysenna can bestow curses on her enemies. Curses are hard to dodge and hard to get rid of. She can curse people so that every pleasurable action they take causes agonizing pain and every unpleasant action causes pleasure. She can curse people so they can no longer sleep and suffer as their minds break down.

Let Them Bleed: Any wound from Krysenna cannot be healed by normal means and takes high end magic to mend at all. These wounds will bleed and drain her foes no matter what type of bandages or other measures are taken to stop the bleeding.

A World's Pain: The endless multitudes of tortured slaves in Sper Indiath cry out in anguish as they are worked endlessly in pointless labor. Krysenna channels all that pent up pain and hatred, all that impotent rage, all their suffering into a focused eruption of pure agony.

Holding

Name: Valcili'Nothrac

Type: Valcili'Nothrac is a great cathedral of unholy torment and blasphemous acts. It sits at the highest point on the great chain of Sper Indiath and commands the ideal position for a fortress.

Description: Valcili'Nothrac is the citadel of Krysenna, Mistress of Pain, Lady of Torment, The Queen of Chains. It is a remarkable building that is huge in size. Towering spires rise up above the cathedral and enormous stained glass windows show many scenes of torture and debauchery. Almost all of them show Kyrsenna at the helm, inflicting the torture on the slaves of the realm. Valcili'Nothrac is also the heart of the plane and the nexus of the chains. It is defended by all the chains of Sper Indiath and they answer the Queen's commands alone. Deep inside the cathedral are Krysenna's own chambers where an endless exercise of deviancy and twisted lusts mixed with the ecstasy of pain is carried out.

Host

Name:
Size:
Attendants- 200
High Masters- 15
Legion Masters-45
Chained Legions- 4500
Blessed Chosen- 100

Hierarchy and Culture: (What is life like within your warband host?? How does one advance, and what ranks are there? What is their reason for following your Lord?)

History: [Redacted]

Military Capabilities:
Attendants- The attendants attend to the needs of the other members of the faction. They have no authority and never have any slaves bound to them. Krysenna personally holds them all in bondage through her naming. They are not combatants but their wretched eagerness to sacrifice themselves to save their mistress means they do need to be considered.

High Masters- The 15 high masters are powerful namers who answer only to Krysenna. She holds their bonds and they are linked to her and by her authority they control the lower levels of the cohort. They are potent magicians and their magical power makes them extremely dangerous in a fight. Plus they have some control over the chains of Sper Indiath as well and can be nasty to fight against.

Legion Masters- The legion masters each control a legion of 100 hundred soldiers. They are powerful warriors who normally have honed their fighting skills for years in countless raids against other planes to capture new slaves. They are very tough and difficult to kill.

Chained Legions-

Blessed Chosen- The Blessed Chosen are Krysenna's own 'children'. Krysenna rarely spares those she decides to use to slake her twisted lusts and desires. But those who she favors and finds satisfying are remade by her skill with truenaming. She reshapes their bodies and minds to fit her desires and calls them her children, the Blessed Chosen of the Queen of Chains. Her chosen have two forms. The first is a human form where they appear extremely handsome or beautiful and the second is the form of the Derevi.

Warcry:

Derevi Description

Derevi heads are roughly human shaped but they do not have the same structures. Derevi eyes are larger and more light sensitive than human eyes but they are also less precise and paint a poor picture. Two ridges above and below the eyes can be pushed shut to protect them from the elements or overly bright lights. Above the nasal canals is a hollow horn-like organ that acts like a trumpet. The horn lets Derevi make sounds to help with echolocation and underwater sonar. Below the eyes are two pits that can sense heat which also help the Derevi in the darkness of their underground homes. Thier mouths are large and full of cutting teeth. Derevi heads can tilt back more than human heads and can either be socketed in a horizontal or vertical orientation.

Derevi have two 4 meter long wing fins that are linked to their upper and lower set of limbs. The upper limbs have one long claw finger that is not part of the wing, but are otherwise encased in the wing fins. The fins also include the upper part of the lower set of limbs, going down to around the knee level. The wings are heavily muscled and the Derevi can use them to fly or to propel themselves very quickly under water. When Derevi walk on land they use their two hind-limbs to stand on and fold their wing fins up so that they do not take up as much space. This posture leaves the claw finger ready to strike.

Derevi have three 4 meter long prehensile tails that emerge from the base of the spine. Thier tails are very strong and can easily break bones or constrict tightly. Each tail has a spike at the tip and a venom sack inside. The spikes inject their venom into prey species and are retractable. The tails also can scoop up items for fine motor skills and are much more useful than the wing fin claws there. Derevi venom is a potent paralytic neurotoxin. It causes excruciating pain instantly and then rapid paralysis and death within minutes.

Derevi lower limbs are like human limbs in that they support the body in an upright position. But their lower limbs are shorter than humans and more heavily muscled. They end in four -clawed feet that can close with a vice grip. Two clawed toes point forward and two clawed toes point backwards. When they stand upright on two legs Derevi are about 2 meters tall.

Derevi have slimy skin that is covered by a thin layer of mucus. If their skin dries out it cracks and can develop painful sores. Their skin is tough though and not easily broken.

Demon Sunrise

By chance could one last plane be made? I want to join. :)

Such Haukes, Such Hounds

I didn't quite realize how much interest there was. I'm fine sitting this one out. :) Have fun all!