The Savant

The Nameless City

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The Council
The news was spreading like wildfire that three revolutionists were in custody and that they all would be standing trial within the week. Three individuals have been very important and have dedicated their lives to the cause that Ergen Ilkin_PC has been running behind from the shadows.

A few Wardana have been speculating that if Ergen was truly alive that this was going to draw him out from the shadows. Expose him. More than that laugh because he was pronounced dead long ago and only “false” sightings have been seen of him. Nothing that anyone could register as the truth. He was like a fairytale at this point. The revolutionists were caught by two of the Regia Guard with the help of a Wardana Captain and their team.

It was exciting news except for the delay in storm surges. The Trials have not happened in almost half a decade or so. Roughly eight years have passed since the last person to be put on trial.

Fourth Ring Happenings
Other than the revolutionists that are so dear and eager for their cause to be placed on trial. Word is getting around about a murder. A group that was murdered in the fourth ring and Wardana have been told to keep an eye out for anyone looking suspicious. A singular Wardana captain has been told to keep their eye out on the Cult of Assassins to make sure they are not dabbling in mass murder.

All information seems stirred when it comes back to the Wardana on the investigation but the young and talented Yasemin Sari_NPC along with her team is on the case: Asya Ilkin_NPC and Dilmen Gumus_NPC. They will be keeping an eye on the fourth ring as the majority of their tasks for the time being.

Royal Council Ikonomancers

Information that is mainly spreading in the upper rings: first and second. The royal ikonomancers have informed the council and the royal family that they believe the next surge is happening today at four-thirty in the afternoon. This information isn’t spreading fast or really at all except for the two rings and it doesn’t seem to be dwindling in the third and not at all in the fourth.

The Prince's Decision

The royal council along with Regia himself is calling on Prince Zavala Zeras_{PC - @BeastofDestiny} to make the first decision about the revolutionists and what the first trial should be. All twelve council members along with the Regia are waiting in the royal courts upon the arrival of the prince.

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The Nameless City

Jaina Vann

_{Age 23 || Apprentice to The Regia Guard Captain}

Description: She stands at a tall 5’10” with slender proportions and an angelic grace about her. Most amongst the populace would describe Jaina as protective, dedicated, and courageous (except if you’re Stormtouched), but those who know her well know that she is a bit flirty, stubborn, and haughty. She respects authority and will only challenge her superiors if she knows she is in the right.

Biography: Jaina hails from a once great family of ikonomancers in the 3rd Ring. Her family had been pioneers of ikonomancy in its infancy all those years ago, but stagnation and ineptness had plagued generations of Vanns, robbing them of their prestige and wealth bit by bit. By the time of Jaina’s birth, her parents, Syrun and Dawn, were just barely surviving in their rundown estate, kept only intact by runes drawn by their forerunners. Jaina was expected to be as talentless and unbecoming as her parents and as all the recent generations of Vanns, but her youthful curiosity and keen intelligence would be the Vann’s saving grace. Dirty tomes and hidden recipes for ikons were a feast for Jaina’s young eyes, devouring them bit by bit in their firelit study. Her parents would witness a momentous rise back to the top, their daughter a fledgling paragon amongst this city.

Or at least, they should’ve witnessed it.

Syrun was an eager fool of a man, and his wife, Dawn, only served to enable his scheming. His “friends” were seedy at best, Stormtouched rogues and brigands that he would occasionally harbor under the noses of the Wardana for “business purposes”. Jaina was rarely privy to any conversations that her father had with these individuals, nor would she ever know what he was really up to.

One night, a 12 year old Jaina woke up to screaming and shouting. She snuck downstairs to find the source of the noise, only to find her father being flayed by a pale woman with ghastly features: her yellow eyes were much too wide, her lips black as night, and her skin glinted with reptilian scales. Her mother, Dawn, laid on the ground, her skull already shattered against a stone wall. A few other Stormtouched individuals were looting her home, while the pale woman jeered at Syrun for “failing his end of the bargain”. In a fright, Jaina managed to escape the estate without being detected, flagging down the Wardana with tears in her eyes. By the time the Wardana arrived on the scene, Syrun was a bloody husk of a corpse, but the Stormtouched criminals were likewise taken care of.

Jaina would never know what criminal enterprise her father had aligned himself with nor would she ever know who the Stormtouched were. Nonetheless, the Wardana had avenged her parents, and so she felt she knew where she had to go next, especially now that she was an orphan: She would go to the Academy and become just like them. Her trauma sparked a wildfire and a need to protect this city and drive the Storm back, and with it, all of the Cursed individuals. The miscreants and fell beings would perish so that no one else would have to endure what she had.

And so she did exactly what she set out to do: Jaina showcased her proficiency of ikonomancy upon joining the Wardana Academy, one that would only blossom with each passing year. She was a natural, a manifestation of the past glory of the Vann name. By the time she was 19, she had become a Wardana Leader and fought numerous skirmishes against storm beasts. There have been some rumors that she purposefully caught Stormtouched in the crossfire of her battles, but it has never been a point of contention amongst her peers. As for the general, non-Cursed population, Jaina has been a saint to those in need, a true hero fighting valiantly against the Storm.

With the betrayal of Ergen Ilkin, Jaina’s pedigree and skill has earned herself a position as the newfound apprentice of Leonhart Astaros, someone she has idolized for her prowess and heroic status. Suddenly, her prospective future looks even brighter.

@Viciousmarrow

Approved.

~ Welcome to Sanctuary ~

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Moxi was sitting by one of the local vendors who were selling their goods at the festival and he was giving them a quick lesson in business. It bothered him when people were under-selling themselves and their products, especially handmade products. He saw it quite a lot with artists. For some reason that reminded him of that Serrano girl but that thought was shoved away, as he continued to explain to the vendor what he thought they were doing wrong and how he thought they could improve. He wasn’t trying to be rude even if it might appear like that, then he heard someone call out his name and a singular brow rose in an expression of curiosity.

The woman that was grinning at him was clearly the one that called his name — Ana. The one that he bid on and played cornhole with earlier and a faint and friendly smile appeared on his lips. Completely dropping the conversation that he was in the middle of. “Ana,” His voice even in positivity was icy and somewhat cold in tone. His natural state. Just like the country he was born from. Icy and cold.

Shrugging his shoulders as he picked up a glass of wine he was enjoying and sipped on it, “You kould kall it zat,” Nice. He somewhat rolled his eyes away from her in somewhat of a playful style instead of rude though it could be mistaken as that. Setting down the glass of wine as he locked their eyes together which made him appear more serious than he actually ever would be in such a situation. “Beginnerrrs lukk.” Pushing it to only that as if he didn’t have any skills at all. It was his first time playing cornhole so he didn’t realize he was good at it and really put it up to being a fluke. He probably wouldn’t win her if they played again or the time after that or time after that. Doubting his abilities wasn’t something he did but he didn’t feel confident that whole game.

Tilting his head when he was asked if he could buy two girls a drink, his eyes blinked slowly, as if he was considering his options here. He could say no. He could agree. Did he want to buy them drinks? “Mhm…” His eyes scanned the space between the two girls and his eyes looked at Lily then back to Ana. “I suppose zat I kan be nice tonight,” These words were said plainly with a hint of kindness. All his words, actions, and even tones could not be complex. There were always mixtures of multiples in his being.

Glancing away as he pouted and made puppy dog eyes, “Zat look vill not vorrrk viz me,” His voice was playful at this instance as he stood up. No reason to stay sitting at the table if he was going to buy the girls drinks, he had to go somewhere to get the drinks.

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Location Festival
Interaction(s) @The Muse Ana

The Nameless City

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Stepping away from the fountain as he heard a familiar voice call for him and the first thought that popped into his head: Mother. Beginning to wipe his tears away as quickly as possible the young boy made his way to where he heard his mother’s voice be called. Without realizing it. The slight pain of landing on his backside ran up his spine as he ran into someone. Looking up. Father. His green eyes widened in surprise and fright. ^{Did he know I was crying? Would he be mad if I was crying about Ergen!?} The child quickly began to become a stuttering mess. Only noises and I’s and Eh’s and Uhms’ were coming out of his mouth before he shot up to his feet. Something finally came out. “Popsie.” That was not the right word — Gunhan hasn’t allowed any of his children to call him that since their eldest brother, Ergen, became a traitor to the city. Fear circled in the boy's eyes and Gunhan’s brows furrowed more with confusion even though it appeared to be anger to Koca.

Koca dashed around his father and ran into the Ilkin family estate’s home as he went to find his mother.

Popsie was said in such a variety of ways from Ergen. They grew up calling Gunhan father or Baba or sometimes Pappa but for some reason, Ergen called the man Popsie. It wasn’t a usual term in the city but Ergen was reading older texts one day and he thought it was a beautiful reference to a father. How it was used in the book between a child and father. A story. He was young when he read it and decided to continue to use it.

The boy moved quickly through the house with bare feet and the little padding of his feet barely echoed throughout the large home. “Koca!” His mother waved while he ran right past the room she was in. The kitchen. Backtracking with an awkward smile. It broke her heart to see him stand in the doorway. His chest pointed forward and his one shoulder pointed at her. His head turned with those green eyes. Ergen. That was the thought that passed her mind. The youngest of the Ilkin family reminded them, especially their mother, too much of her eldest son, Ergen. It was a heartache each time she caught behavioral traits only her eldest would do or looks with those specific green eyes like he would make. She could feel tears coming to her eyes so she closed them and stayed silent. “I made your favorite. Rose chicory bread.” Rose chicory bread was made from rose chicory a soft yellow berry in the first ring. Only found in the first ring on one bush in the garden. It was a sweet berry that grew in clusters and tasted sweet with a bitter and sometimes sour aftertaste. The bush smelt like roses. Fruity roses. The first and second-ring children would refer to them as sweet-tart candies.

The bread was made exactly how Ergen enjoyed it as well. Rose chicory berries with swirls of honey. She was beginning to cut it while Koca walked into the room with a suspicious look on his face. “Why are you looking so intensely at me?” A light nervous laugh was heard from his mother while Koca shrugged his shoulders.

He didn’t know what to say about her actions and her appearance. Shrugging his shoulders as he glanced down to the floor. His chin threatened to touch his collarbone as he began to shyly explain himself. Similar to how Ergen did at his age, “I don’t-t know. You s-seem s-sad.” His eyes looked up from under his dark brows as they grew slightly wider. He didn’t want his mother to be sad. Hoisting himself up onto the stool on the other side of the counter, he awkwardly tapped the counter before smiling, “We could share the bread!” his excitement died in a flash. “_{If you want too…}” He whispered and almost mumbled all of those words and his mother expressed concern and gentle expression.

“I would love to share it with you. Do you want to join me on the balcony?” This seemed to cause Koca to perk up right away and he nodded his head yes without hesitation. His smile grew into a grin. Ear to ear. The boy could catch when his mother was spotting similarities to his eldest brother. She usually didn’t want to do things with him after that. This was a treat.

They went upstairs and sat on the balcony furniture. The sun was beautiful, but he could see the storm from their position. “I heard the Wardana students say that a storm surge hasn’t happened in a moon cycle,” Koca was too old for his age. His mother’s eyes showed bits of concern while she flushed that away with a few blinks and a change of emotions. “You are too young to worry about those things. How about we sit here and enjoy and you go play with your friends after this,” She handed him a plate with rose chicory honey swirl bread and a cup of juice. Koca decided to stay quiet as he and his mother shared a peaceful moment together. He didn’t have friends. Not really… Unless you count books, then he had more friends than anyone else had!

The Nameless City

Zavala Zeras

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Age:
28

Ring Location:
First Ring

Active Role:
Prince of the Nameless City, fated to be the next Regia
Currently a Wardana, protector of the people and fighter of revolutionaries

Physical Description:
Fit and toned, slender and agile, the epitome of a young man in his prime. His face, however, belies a man who has endured more than he should for his age, the gaunt features and slightly sunken eyes both a telltale sign. Yet despite his features, he stands tall and walks with pride, never falters or shows weakness in front of another, his piercing yellow eyes often seeming cold or distant.

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Inception:

From the moment since his conception, Zavala has been fed the tale of his destiny. How he is to lead his people and shelter them from the encroaching storm, to be the light in the dark and a shining beacon of hope for them all. It was his father’s belief in him to shepherd the lost, that drove Zavala to become a paragon for the nameless city, to be the best of the best. To that end, he was given the best tutors, advisors and instructors available in the city to teach him the skills necessary to develop his mind into a ruler and his body into that of a warrior.

Wardana Training:

As soon as he came of age he enlisted into the Wardana Academy; his previous instructions flourishing his education ever further. Though he doesn’t have a natural affinity for the full destructive power that Ikonomancy can possess, he does have a propensity to create makeshift weaponry and barriers from earth ikons. When his cousin Ergen joined the academy not two years after, not only did Zavala finally have a friend he could rely on, but a powerful rival to push his limits against. The two dueled often, served on the streets together and saved one another during fights on more than one occasion. They were an inseparable team, but perhaps he should have listened to the words his cousin often spoke, rather than the ambitions and ideals he strived towards. Perhaps if life had gone different, it would have been anyone else under that hood but Ergen that night. For the first time that night, Zavala felt he was not in control of his destiny, his eyes showing confusion, his voice betraying anguish; weakness.

“Ergen.”

“Don’t take this personally…”

Those words were more biting than the explosive wind and though the Regia captain was quick to act, the deed had already been done. Ergen was gone, his body never recovered, believed to have been torn to shreds from the destructive power of his misguided ikons. Zavala lost a friend, and a comrade, not just family that day.

Heir for the Future:

As the years ticked on and the fires of rebellion began to stir, talks of the future and who would rule after became a common occurrence. His mother, Rehana was ever insistent for him to have an heir and arranged for a multitude of bachelorettes to be brought before him; all of them denied. In his pursuit to be the best, he also wanted the best match, not just in superficial traits or for political or financial gain. He desired another who matched his zeal, who desired not only to save the people from the coming storm, but to do what they do best to achieve that goal.

He found that desire amongst a lowborn woman, one who would not reveal her name to him, one he would frequent often and converse with. Despite her upbringing she was intelligent, and far too kind, but that kindness was met in return. He knows not where she is now, even if he did, the crown would never acknowledge whomever she birthed. If he was right though, that child would find a way to strive to ever greater heights and mayhaps one day, be the true beacon after he is gone.

Destiny Awaits:

Now years later, his father, the new host Regia, Zavala must take his rightful place . Yet the rebellion wears heavy on his mind, every day is a challenge and there are those that would bring down the monarchy as a whole. Enemies within and enemies without, allies to the storm that would bring their doom. He will meet them all on the battlefield if he must, for he will lead the people to a brighter dawn.

@BeastofDestiny

Accepted! Move him to the character tab. We are glad to finally have our unwavering prince!

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@LegendBegins I appreciate it a lot!!! Thank you once again.

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Can this also be removed roleplayerguild.com/posts/5469839 to keep the tab clean? An accident happened. Would appreciate it, thank you!

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Can someone please remove this post from the character tab? roleplayerguild.com/posts/5469793 . It did not go through the steps of being processed and accepted like everyone else in the RP. It is not allowed to be there. The owner did not have permission to post it there and has not removed it upon my request.

I would really appreciate it. Thank you!

The Nameless City [Long-term, sandbox, flexible]

Is this still open? It sounds very interesting!

@Zariah

This role-play is still open and will always accept newcomers as long as it stands. We would love to have you!

~ Welcome to Sanctuary ~

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The auction ended up being quite a crazy time and Talie ended up winning the date with him —- a date only for charity. It wasn’t an actual date. She didn’t think it was, did she? Thinking about that, Thomas was not completely sure where Talie stood in those thoughts. It wasn’t an actual date. Just a fun time. It would be great finally hanging out with the woman outside of work. Only visiting her during lunch hours was probably strange. He wondered what her coworker Manny thought about that. Probably thought he was weird.

Sighing as he stepped down from the stage and he was going to thank her, but he got nervous. Jolts of nervous anxiety ran through his body and the negativity he has been stormed by all night seemed to cause him to implode on himself. “It shouldn't be a problem if aah thank her later, right?” Whispering to himself as he slipped into the crowd so he could try to make his way home. He was done with the festival. None of his friends tried to make plans. The only person to make plans ended up kissing him and bidding seven-hundred dollars on him for charity and he really didn’t know how to feel about that. It was a strange feeling. It made him feel warm and cold at the same time. Kind of shaky. Somewhat forcing a smile to his lips as well. Mixed emotions one could say but he couldn’t stay at the festival anymore. There wasn’t anything here for him, was there?

Thomas shook those thoughts away and he began to slowly make his way through the crowd, getting around people, and somewhat getting stopped by the occasional passersby that wanted to ask about the fourth of July — fireworks. When those were going to be. Where. How much money did they get for them this year? What type of show? Was music going to be synced with it? A whole bunch of questions from a whole bunch of people. The sheriff had an answer for each one of them.

Being able to break away from the crowd and the main parts of the stage, Tommy found himself on the outskirts of the date auction and listened to how others were beginning to bid on the next poor soul. I’m never doing that again… Was a thought that passed while he began to make his way through the rest of the festival. Games were still going on. Venders were still calling people to the stalls to get buyers. The man felt like he was in a twilight zone in a sense.

Almost a decade…

A decade ago was the last time the friend group ran around the festival like children. Playing games. Doing things their parents would have been angry about. Being of the age where the parents didn’t know if they should scold you, ground you, or do nothing about it. You were going to leave in a couple months for college or wherever you thought would be best for you. Practically an adult. Memories passed by his eyes while he looked over at certain games or physical locations. Remembering how Levi and him at fifteen somehow got a bag of weed from a party two weeks before the October bash. A dance the high school held. They tried it out.

The stinging in his lungs could be felt and he only tried it once and that was almost fifteen to twenty years ago. It dried his mouth and he went into a coughing fit. He couldn’t stop. Levi tried to give him a pop from the vending machine by the grocery store but it was only eating the quarters and nothing was coming out while his friend was dying by the chipped lamppost. Levi finally realized that most of the selection was out and he just had to press an unpopular flavor of pop that neither of them really cared for but he ended up getting three because of how many quarters he put in.

After chugging one and sipping another, Levi even drank the one. They had a laugh about it. Tommy told Levi that he was never trying that again and Levi was going to have to find someone else to smoke with him. He thought his friend understood with the smile that came back at him. Both of them were smiling like idiots. It was probably because of the small high that hit their systems.

That night, Tommy found himself in a rough position with his father. The man had a heavy hand and a sharper belt when his eldest son came home smelling like the devils plant was what he called it. That night, he rode his bike about two hours to the Serrano’s homestead and slept in their barn. He was too embarrassed to even ask Javier to stay in the house and didn’t want the man worrying or anything. Remembering how a young Estella found him broken and bruised in the morning. She was so worried. He remembered how her big doe eyes filled with worry, concern, care, and she instantly tried helping him in any way she could.

He told her not to tell anyone but being the good girl she was. She told her dad, most likely not on purpose, when she went into the house to get him something. Instead of meeting Estella at the barn door, Javier opened it up and Tommy felt fear rise in him. He didn’t know why he was scared or maybe terrified but he was. He felt like he was going to get in trouble by the man but he was brought inside the house instead and a few questions were asked. It was nothing. That was the most common answer he would give and he knew Javier knew he was lying. He was glad that the older man didn’t push too much.

Sighing at the memory, Tommy continued to walk through the festival and other memories were coming to light. Him and Levi did almost everything together and he did miss that.

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Location Somewhere at the festival
Mentions @LovelyComplex (memory of Estella and Javier) @The Muse (memory of Levi)