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Evelyn and Bartuc

A colab with Zelosse



From afar it could be seen, like an encroaching sea of fire. The torches of five hundred men and women marched towards the lake which at one time was the famed city of Camelot. Leading the approach were two horse mounted riders; one a mountain of a man clad in foreign armor, the other a woman adorned in a tone as black as night with a thick veil covering all but her lips. As they reached the beginning of the bridge the outlanders halted their advance, awaiting a new order.

"Have our people make camp near the bridge, hopefully our new allies appreciate our watch over the bridge", the woman spoke with an air of eerie calmness before dismounting her horse. As she examined the bridge and the castle ahead she could see the souls of all who once called this flooded crater home. Through her eyes she'd see an ethereal overlay of the city of Camelot, the citizens whose lives were cut short by this new king.

Bartuc nodded his understanding, offering a simple solute before turning his horse around to address the cultist soldiers brought along as escort. Evelyns safety was his number one priority so if securing the bridge from suspicious activity was her command then so be it.

"You lot. Spread out, I want a dozen soldiers on either side with spears at the ready. If must needs, construct a temporary roadblock. The rest of the soldiers will stay with arrows at the ready. Unless they are one of the known knights you will show them away."

Orders given, Bartuc turned to Sunderland and made his way to her side again before she could go to the meeting alone and unguarded. Even here amidst supposed allies he had not an ounce of trust to give, all of those gathered here being murderers and usurpurs. Blood boiled in his veins at the anticipation of slaughtering the lot of them.

All he needed was a nod from the Master.

"My Qu-" Catching himself before uttering of the ladies past. "Prophet. Please allow me the right to be at your side through the meeting. We cannot risk harm to you."

It was less of a request and more of a statement than anything. The fanaticism of her second in command was staggering even in the face of the religious cultists that had gathered to the mistresses banner. Every moment was dedicated to her commands, but if it meant her protection above everything else Bartuc was known to disobey.

"You're quite welcome to, but I do not think this king would invite us here simply to kill me. Should that be the case, our army is close by and we have contingencies in place", Evelyn peered over the side of the bridge, just below the water's surface were the faces of the long dead staring back at her. Her lips displayed feelings of disappointment, it was such a waste. "Besides, he assured me that we would be safe. For now at least", she said as she turned back to her loyal second before beginning the walk across the bridge.

Beyond the portcullis lay a rather barren courtyard, memories of a childhood spent training in a yard more lively than this were quickly erased from thought before the two entered the castle. Making their way into the dining hall, Evelyn took a moment to view those who had already arrived. To her surprise, two of the already present "knights" had already begun getting further acquainted. "Curious", the veiled mother thought as she made her way to an open seat. Making sure they were at a decent distance from the others, purely to ease Bartuc's mind, Evelyn began carefully pick from the assorted foods placed across the table before her. "Would you care to join me, Bartuc?", she asked right before trying a strange fruit she'd never seen before. "Oh you must try this, I've never tasted something quite like this on the islands"

Bartuc shook his head politely. Removing his helmet would open up his face to a more precise attack and eating now would lower his guard. From the way his hand grasped the hilt of Furore on his hip his intentions were crystal clear.

"No thank you, your holiness. I will take rest and food when you are safely returned to our encampment. For now, please make yourself comfortable and enjoy.

With a slight smirk to signal her understanding, Evelyn turned her attention towards the other members of the hall. The first two that she had laid eyes upon had concluded their...examination? Another clad in armor seemed to stare with an unliving stillness to him, perhaps one unlikely to carry conversation. Lastly she noticed a woman, silver of hair and dressed in a manner that would make many harbor lustful thoughts. It would be rude to c9nverse solely with her companion so the ashen beauty would have to suffice. "Have you ever been to Tyrvald? The local legends tell of silver haired women who are capable of blessing fields with a bountiful harvest. If you dabble in the arcane you'd have the people eating out of your hand"


forgot to mention I edited the CS
I like the cultist prophet theme, my biggest issue with it however it is an it too direct. It shouldn't be said that the obscure one should be, well, obscure. I think I'd like to see some emphasis that the voice rarely speaks to her, the most he should have ever spoken to her was prior to her rise to power and the formation of the cult.


His plans are unknown to Evelyn as he doesn't give her anything like a step by step run down of his plan. As far as she knows he wants to get her the throne but his long terms plans are a mystery to all but him. I pictured him as being an enigmatic partner for her that converses and gives advice. The closest comparison I can make is Dexter's dad who gives guidance throughout the show but at the end of the day its up to Dexter to make the decisions.

With that in mind, that brings me to her powers. I like her theme of espionage but I have issues here. To start with the emergency dragon is a bit too much and doesn't have sufficient limitations. Danger can be very loosely interpreted and regardless, having a titanic dragon form protect her at all is a bit too overpowered. I offer too alternatives, either limit the summon to a brief 5 second lasting manifestation that can deliver a powerful blow based on its size (which is shrink to fifty foot at most.) or if you'd like to specify any other powers with t. He can summon himself to her aid 3 times a day but his body will be semi translucent and she has no control over him.
The other alternative is perhaps replacing the obscure one with being able to summon@Zelosse's character at any time, allowing her to bring muscle when she needs it.


I think I'll just do away with the dragon entirely. It was originally intended to evac her from situations where she was about to die but with the ring the possibility of death is less threatening.

Her ability to summon a matter erasing hate, I'm removing completely. Her ability to implant thoughts will be needed as well. She can still communicate telepathically, but in order to use that spell for implanting thoughts the target must be at near death, as well as being both mortal and having a soul. The spell will temporarily 'restore' them. They will lose all recent memories and are given a specific task of her choosing. The spell ends once the task is completely or after 24 hours, in which case the victim immediately dies. The spell is removed at any time if he is the target of a revive spell or a healing spell that can cure fatal injuries or whatever else was the cause of death. This saves the victim from extermination and will regain all memories. She can only use this spell on up to two people at a time.

If these nerfs are too harsh, you are free to give her more abilities as well, preferably related to stealth or shadows as that seems to be her motif. Even though you have one minor weakness I won't impose anymore with the current nerfs since she's human, but if you give her more abilities I may suggest that she is cursed by the dark one, and may assign more weaknesses with that curse to help balance it.
dragonmancer


I have no problem with these, my original understanding was that the characters were meant to be OP but if its not the case that's fine.
I mean no rush, I'm just excited to start this because I'm digging the concept.
Evelyn Sunderland

"The Veiled Mother"




"Nas Aerfen"




General description

Race

Human

Age

28

Size

6'3" 150lbs

Gender

Female

Sexuality

Evelyn holds love only for The Obscure One, should it be that you are an incarnation of her lord then perhaps affection will be shown to you.

Religion

The Obscure One is the name Evelyn has given to the voice only she can hear. An entity who she claims is the true dark lord and Lancelot a fragment of his being incarnate. The Cult of The Obscure One worships their hidden god and Evelyn as well for they believe her to be his mortal bride and prophet. The cult has a strict ideology but its main tenants are; Our lord's plan is unknown to us but we follow for it will lead us to paradise at his side, The Veiled Mother must be kept hidden and safe for her word is that of our lord, speak not of our family for there are those who would see it harmed, be as our lord for it is through anonymity that we thrive.

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Personality

Evelyn does not see the atrocities she's committed as entertaining, it is merely a task to complete. Death, war, torture, ritual sacrifice, it is not enjoyable nor is it detestable but rather a duty she must perform for The Obscure One and Lancelot. With her face almost always hidden, either in a helmet or under a veil, it can be difficult to gauge her mood as she tends to speak rather calmly when not in battle. One should not take her stoic tone for amicability as her opinion of you changes with the will of The Obscure One. Should her dark lord consider you a potential or immediate threat you will be met with hostility if not direct attack. That being said, she is not unapproachable, she is more than welcoming to anyone who wishes to speak with her or keep her company. As for her day to day routine, Evelyn can often be found studying a magic tome or performing some form of ritual. In the realm of more physical activities she prefers to practice her weapon arts at night and with her lord, however to an onlooker it appears as though she is combating the air.


Biography

Across the sea lies the archipelago of Tyrvald. A land of temperate forests and fierce wildlife, the inhabitants are divided into numerous city states. Among the most powerful is the city of Dustorne, a proud and noble people with ambitions to unite the islands under one banner to conquer new lands beyond their shores. Evelyn was the daughter of King Greagor and the heir to the throne of Dustorne. From birth she was raised to take the throne; studying battle strategy, training in multiple weapon arts, experience in political intrigue, and an understanding of her people. At the age of eighteen she left the islands to scout new lands her people could plunder in the future. For four years she wandered the lands of Camelot before returning home, only to find her throne had been stolen from her by her father's advisor and her family slaughtered. Chased out of Dustorne she fled to the neighboring city of Strosheim hoping to find aid as they had been a close ally of her family for years. Instead she was met with drawn blades and iron manacles where she was kept as a slave.

Forced to pleasure the lord's son, Evelyn's spirit would be broken until one day a familiar voice called to her. As a child she would often speak with a voice only she could hear. Her parents assumed it to be the imagination of a child but in truth it was far more than that. The Obscure One had been watching over her since her birth and had for reasons unknown only now showed himself again to her. With his help the deposed queen fled into the wilds of Tyrvald where she spent five years strengthening her bond with The Obscure One, all the while forging a cult which worshipped her as the bride to their hidden god. With the force of a small army behind her, Evelyn marched on Dustorne to take back her throne. Unfortunately her notoriety betrayed her as her enemies knew of her impending attack and bolstered their numbers. A confrontation could not be avoided and so The Cult of The Obscure One clashed swords with the defenders of Dustorne. It was a battle that could not be won but Evelyn commanded her forces with skill and held the line until a path of retreat was made. With what forces remained she retreated to her ships and fled to the outlands where she would bend the knee to Lancelot in the hopes he would conquer Tyrvald, allowing her to rule the islands as a reward.




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I've been watching you all with great interest...lol jk but yeah this looks cool, I'm working on a cs


There is an old Sektephi saying about luck, "A nomad can spend an entire day with clear skies, or struggling to keep the sands out of his eyes" It seemed as if fortune saw it fit to hurl a handful of sand into Djin's face as the elf began her assault. Backstepping as fast his feet would allow, the wanderer watched for when it seemed Syndana would cease her advance. After a good number of swipes and thrusts the Lost threw herself back to prepare for another attempt. To see an elf in Omujir, let alone their fighting style, was an extreme rarity. But Djin wasn't some newly arrived Sektephi, her unorthodox fighting style would be met with his own, knowledge gathered along his journey from numerous culture. One such technique was relieving himself of a now useless bow. As soon as Syndana leaped back, Djin hurled his bow as hard as he could at her, spinning as it flew across the room before deflecting the metal projectile. Unsheathing Daityat he charged forward wielding it with a single hand while his free hand formed a tight fist. His only thoughts were, "If only I spent more time with the Sehrai, I could have ended with fight long ago"

Djin brought forth his blade to deflect the first dagger swipe, should it connect he would follow up with an elbow strike to the face and hopefully gain the opportunity to grab the elf's off hand. In his mind it would be a simple thing to do; block the first strike allowing him to disorient his foe with an elbow bash then follow up with a punch to the gut which would send their upper body forward and vulnerable to a finishing strike should he not be able to disarm her off hand. As much as he was against pointless bloodshed, Djin secretly loved duels. The finesse it took to study your opponent's moves and formulating a plan to defeat them as the battle carried on. To see how his opponent fought against him would tell him so much in such little time. It was an intimate thing, intense and eye opening as to what kind of a person your adversary was.

"I would offer you the Nil Miasleten but you are a Lost. One without honor cannot be granted such", Sektephi customs allow for a combatant to offer the Nil Miasleten which gives their opponent the ability to concede defeat without any loss of honor or harmful punishment towards either party. If a combatant is casteless, not capable of complex thought, or is simply deemed honorless then there is no choice but to fight. "A shame really, I would have very much liked to speak with you"
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