TheHangedMan

Elibian Nights

Aaahhhh school and stuff caught up with me so I havent been online at all but I should be good now, if this is still active

@SaveusY2J

Same, I'll get up a post soon. Was buried in references for my thesis.

Epic City: Starburst

What's been happening lately?

(Sooooo sorry for being gone for so long. I'm on my home stretch for College and all that's left is thesis, then internship, so I've been busy)

Elibian Nights

Will do! I'll see what I can get up by tomorrow.

Elibian Nights

@Asura atm, I think we've got one of every pre-promoted class, but if you're asking for what we're missing the strategic sense, then a few more healers would be nice.

Epic City: Starburst

Posts from me will be coming somewhat slowly. New term has begun, and I've got to be working on my THESIS. So yeah. Not dropping this though, just giving a heads up.

Elibian Nights

Cain inspected the market from atop his horse. Despite the impending hostilities with Bern, the people were in a celebratory mood, and business was moving along nicely. Even the very weather was working to assist the mood, with the sun shining out clearly, and the sky a clear cerulean color. Normally, such a scene would earn his approval - as stern as he was, one of the few things that moved him was the sight of his people prospering - but right now, all he could feel in regards to what he saw before him was a bitter sense of disappointment.

Where were the musters? The armsmen? There was nothing, no hint at all that they were preparing for the inevitable conflict coming to them. Did they think, perhaps, that just because they were furthest from the conflict, that they had nothing to worry about? It was pure folly, and he was here to inform them of it. To that measure, he would need to speak with the village counselors.

He was hoping his status as the heir to the House of Tania, one of the Lycian territories most likely to be hit first, would be enough to allow him an audience. Normally, authority was not much of an issue, but Ravenne was so far off from his own House that it was possible that his words would weigh little with them.

It was as he was making his way to the council meeting when he spied something unusual. It was a woman, beautiful even from a distance, with long red hair that contrasted with her bronze skin and glimmering blue eyes. Her manner of dress, and that of the man accompanying her, gave away her status. She was highborn, of that there was no doubt, which left the question: from where did she come from?

She wasn't Lycian, of that he was sure; he was familiar with all the prominent members of the Lycian houses, and her style of dress was unmistakably Etrurian. But what would an Etrurian noble be doing here at the border of Lycia? They usually had no business here asides from the occasional social events or weddings, and even then, those usually occurred in Ostia.

Unless they were here for reconnaissance . . . ?

Cain's eyes narrowed. Some would say it was a it much to be suspicious of a person you haven't even talked to, but to that, he would say that they weren't in danger of imminent invasion.

Tactically, it made complete sense. Should Bern invade and successfully annex even a part of Lycia, it would substantially boost the mobility of their warmachine, not to mention bolster their supply chain by a huge margi, an outcome that was all too plausible due to the increasing decadence of Lycia's leaders.

If that was the case then Etruria had two choices: to form a defensive pact with Lycia, which was unlikely given the futility of that course of action, or, more efficiently, annex some Lycian territory for themselves in order to stop Berns advance cold.

It was the most logical course of action to take, and he would even give his grudging approval if that was their course of action.

He wouldn't allow them to get very far, but he would acknowledge the utility of the choice.

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Cain of Lycia

Name:
Cain

Title:
"Lightning Lord"; Lord Cain, Son of Marquess Donovan

Age:
20

Class:
Myrmidon

Sexuality:
Heterosexual

Alignment:
True Neutral

Home:
Lycia, House Tania

Equipment:

• Iron Sword
• Vulnerary (x3)

Economy: 500

Personality:

A man of his country, and a pragmatist of the highest order - bordering on near paranoia, even. On the outside, he's as stoic and silent as the mountains he watches over, and people will find it hard to crack that austere persona of his. He is a realist to the core who never gives in to flights of fancy, he is blunt and to the point, and he does everything as efficiently as possible, from eating to speaking. Practicality is the first thing on his mind when considering a choice of action - that being said, it is obvious his social skills are somewhat lacking, as he can often come off as rude, something that frustrates him to no end.

Due to his personality he is a superb tactician and strategist, ever calm in the face of danger and able to fluidly go from one plan to the next, and knows just when to fold his cards and admit defeat when needed (though this is only on the basis that he loses the battle, not the war) and move on from there. He prefers to take the initiative, so as not to get flatfooted, and as such is traditionally an aggressive person in combat.

While he puts his country and house foremost, he is does not behold himself strictly to its written laws, and is willing to bend or break them in order to pursue greater ends.

Sample Post

Cain did little to hide his disgust.

It was a splendid party, with an abundance of scrumptious food arrayed over a buffet of tables as far as the eye could see, magnificent decor, sensational, exotic, performances, and beautiful serving girls who could cater to your every delight and tickle one's fancy like nothing else but a woman's charm could. Truly, his father had outdone himself of presentation; he had no doubt whatsoever that this occasion would be the jealousy of all those that failed to arrive at his invitation. It would go down in history as the most lavish party in the history of Lycia.

There was only one problem, however . . .

"This was NOT what I had in mind when I called for a war council father!" he spat, his angry outburst attracting the attention of nearby guests, who began whispering among themselves. He could care less about how he sounded right now - probably like an insolent child - in fact, he wanted these lazy oafs to here him!

"N-now, now son," his father began, using the same, grovelling tone he employed whenever he wanted to avoid confrontation.

He'd used it on the formerly prince, but now King of Bern, he'd used it on the Marquess of Ostia, and now, as if to display his utter spinelessness for all the world to see, he used it on his own son.

Cain wasn't having it. "Bern is on the verge of igniting a kingdom-wide slaughter, and you're wasting our lands time and resources on a party?" he accused. "Do you realize, that when Bern begins it's push west, that we are the first territory that they will engage?" He had the statistics run by scholars, before double checking it himself - there was ²/₃rd's chance that they would be the first Lycian territory to be hit by the Bern warmachine if war broke out. With recent developments, Cain was sure that it would, the only factor that remained unknown was when.

"If you're strategy is to drain our land of resources to the point where Bern doesn't even feel the need to trample all over us, then you're doing a remarkable job. At this rate, not even bandits would bothered raiding our homes."

And the worst part was, Cain wasn't in the practice of hyperbole. If he said something, then it was undeniable truth - or at least as close to the truth as he could get, and with the way his father and his cronies burnt through resources, he had no doubt that their house would go bankrupt in a mere two-to-three generations.

Simple description:
Lean but muscular, with short curly red hair and sharp golden eyes, and stands at 5'11'' in height.

Most often seen in practical, easy-to-maneuver in clothing, no matter what the occasion. In battle he dons a simple dark blue gambeson, fortified with jack chains for a small measure of defense.

Level: 1

Basestats:

Health Points: 13
Strength: 5
Skill: 12
Speed: 12
Luck: 0
Defense: 2
Resistance: 1

Growths

Health Points: 50%
Strength: 50%
Skill: 120%
Speed: 80%
Luck: 5%
Defense: 30%
Resistance: 25%

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@KawaiiKyouko is my character accepted?

Highschool DxD: The Devils' Due [ENDED]

Mia Raum

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Truth be told, Mia was aware of the tension brewing in the cafe the moment she entered; she just didn't care. If things were going to happen then let them happen already. She never understood the point of just waiting and watching when it was obvious something was wrong - seriously, was it so hard to just ask "Hey, you're acting really suspicious, you mind screwing off?" It was better than just waiting, anyway.

So when things went to hell and the the situation devolved into a three-way Mexican standoff, Mia wasn't as surprised as her peerage probably imagined she was. In fact, she was practically impatient for it to begin.

The moment everyone began scrambling, Mia's eyes crackled with energy as her magic found its release.

The others had already made their move, going after their respective targets. Though she had to wonder about the intelligence of their choices - she'd comment on that later - and, point being, they left the priest alone, the person who was arguably the biggest threat to the peerage.

Well, looks like that left her. Best not to trouble Delilah with something so trivial.

With a wide smile, heat radiated off her as numerous orbs of lightning crackled into life around her, floating menacingly around their assailants as a thinly veiled threat: "Move, and you'll get hurt," they said.

That being done, she resumed hugging Delilah, albeit in a more subdued manner, and directed a snicker at Kael and Daithi. "Really, I know he has a hostage n' everything, but it's a bit much for the two of you to go after one man. There're a lot of other playmates here ya know?"

Elibian Nights

@KawaiiKyouko Erry day, all day.