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Natrelmon: Forge of Souls

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Natrelmon: Forge of Souls

+ Kasumi Touhou +

The city of Toran was not one known for ever being dull - and on this day in particular, something quite exciting indeed was happening: A woman in a fox mask tore through the streets of Toran, weaving and bobbing her way through the crowds of people that seemed to accumulate near train stations, as she was pursued by several angry passengers from one of the trains that had just arrived, who had the lazy policemen that had boarded the trains to serve as security, not used to incidents of such high adrenaline and speed trailing even further behind them, seemingly already out of breath.

The woman, known in the East as the Fox-Faced Thief, had just stolen the valuables from the pockets of every person on the train before she had left - and had left them near the doors with a calling card, as was her custom. Back in the East, the Fox-Faced Thief had been known primarily for showing the corrupt aristocracy just how fallacious their ideas of security were, and it had been rumoured that Jantonna du Soleil, the Arena Master, had acquired the use of her services in order to begin to dispel the heavy corruption that lingered in Orin. How true these allegations were was up in the air, but most people knew that the Fox-Faced Thief had made marked impacts in the most recent war, stealing supplies from supply lines, stealing military intelligence, and in rare but memorable cases, stealing the lives of important targets. The anonymity had proven itself quite useful in those times, and after the war there had been a lack of noted activity from the thief, but the cleverest people realised that that only meant that they hadn't been caught.

Now, in the city of Toran, she was making a scene again just to let people know that she hadn't given up on the game. Officers shouted after her, members of the public tried to assist in arresting her, but she had been dancing this dance for much longer than any of them - after a brief sprint forwards, and a sharp turn to the left, the Fox-Faced Thief was gone from the public eye once more - but her legacy of having people fear for their valuables remained in the air, like a heavy fog weighing down upon the average Toranese person.

Perhaps her entrance could have been a little cleaner - but she doubted very much that it would have been nearly as much fun. As much fun as it had been, however, her business in Toran was very real and very pressing - her family had suggested that she start her Rites, which were a necessary part of being included in the familial line of succession. While it was true that in recent times few trainers ever fully completed their rites, their attempting them (and succeeding at least somewhat) was considered to be important to the more aristocratic families, not only to show their success, but to ensure that only the most worthy heirs were selected to carry on the family's legacy. For Kasumi Touhou, the first-born child of the scions of the Touhou family, her rites were particularly important.

Taking the brief respite she had to cover her tracks, it was a simple enough matter to pull a dress over her jumpsuit and hide her mask in her backpack - though she wasn't a huge fan of showing people her face, her presence in Toran would be noted and word sent back to her parents, this way. It was for the best that she laid low for a little while - and the Red Nakumo restaurant was perhaps her favourite haunt for doing so.

Natrelmon: Forge of Souls

Natrelmon has a few jokey characters like Karl in order to keep everything from being too serious. We don't tend to take ourselves too seriously. :L

Natrelmon: Forge of Souls

Whoops, double post.

Natrelmon: Forge of Souls

Are you doubting the legitimacy of KARL THUZAD?

Natrelmon: Forge of Souls

Karl Thuzad

+ Karl Thuzad +

Italicized information is 'inactive' during Arena matches.

Age: 78

Appearance: Karl is a seemingly frail older man, long bereft of the vim and vigour possessed by more recent generations. His form stands low at a diminutive 5’2”, which is further shortened by his nature to hobble forwards, using a rather large stick to keep himself propped up. When he is not using his stick, he has a tendency to keep it in the front of his pants, which causes it to seem like a mysterious (and ill-placed) bulge.

Natrelmon:

Gahara - 32 Level 60
Soelbe - 29 Level 64
Elbedin - 36 Level 70

Gifts:

Medium
Intangibility
Invisibility
Perfect Sight

Spells:

Rank X Blood Magic
Rank VIII Invocation
Rank VII Abjuration
Rank X Hydromancy
Rank X Pyromancy

Rewards:

- Invocation stuff
- 15,000N
- Five free grantable levels below level 30

History: Karl is a man who has long been obsessed with death and the process of dying - even as a child, he felt an unnatural pull towards the locations of beings that have died, and he soon discovered his connection to the spiritual world.

After this discovery, Karl felt a connection to Ghost-type Natrelmon, a sentiment shared by his estranged family, and he began to use his spiritual connection to attract the ghosts of Natrelmon to his side, be they Ghost-type Natrelmon, or simply dead Natrelmon not chained to this world.

Spurred on by the nature of the Ghosts and their urgings, Karl looked into rites to become a Ghost himself, but only found the legend of an ancient city, Rebena, that was the tomb of an ancient mage. Following his example, Karl took a pilgrimage to the ruined city and found what he was looking for - an ancient tome, with enough power left in it to complete the rites of Undeath.

When Karl’s estranged family, the Dama of Orin, were ousted by the Enyo family, Karl had finally completed his rites of undeath, and his spirit briefly passed over into the Void, before being spat back out into his old body. The essence of the void withered his once-healthy body, but in return, his spirit became immortal - it was simply a matter of biding his time until his body died, and his life could begin as an eternal watcher and companion to Ghost-kind.

While he waits for his body to fail him, he stands guard over the city of Armkfish, watching, and waiting.

Arena Description: Karl’s Arena is a domed building with four doors, one each in the cardinal directions. The interior of the Arena is mostly below the ground, as there is a pit three paces in front of the doors, and the interior is pitch-black. Unnatural light sources do not work while in the top-most layer of the Arena, and are dimmed in the pit below.

In the pit, Karl waits in the center, and has four permanent mirror images in each of the cardinal directions. The direction from which the challenger enters has its mirror image disabled. The mirror images will cast spells at the challenger, which light up the area two feet around them, but do 50% of the damage that they normally would if they hit.

Kayannah, the Last Archmage

+ Kayannah +

Italicized information is 'inactive' during Arena matches.

Age: 33

Natrelmon:

Aria - Level 60 Level 100 [Mythraxus x Void Tyrant breed, created by and named after Kayannah’s deceased wife]

Gifts:

Telepathy
Invisibility
Perfect Sight
Astral Projection
Essence of the Last Archmage - Kayannah's magic is so potent that it cannot be counterspelled, and spells of Rank V and below have no effect on her or her Natrelmon. She cannot be controlled by Blood Magic, her magical effects do not dissipate unless she wishes them to, and she can increase the power of any of her spells by up to 200% by using her blood as fuel.

Essence of Akasha - Kayannah's birthright is the power to utilise limited deep magic.

Spells:

Kayannah has Rank X in all Spell Schools.

Rewards:
- N50,000
- Secret Blood Magic Spell + Blood Magic
- Unlock Library Tome: Whisper of Arandin (Unlocks 2 spell schools or boosts one spell school by up to 3 Ranks)

History: Kayannah begun her life as the child of a prominent mage, the latest in a long line of powerful spellcasters, and from a young age was taught to nurture her magical talents by her father. As she grew older, more and more of her innate talent revealed itself, and by the age of eight she was among the most gifted of spellcasters that the world had seen. This garnered the interest of the Archmage Arandin, perhaps the most renowned and respected of the illustrious Archmages, and Kayannah's father made the first of a series of difficult choices: To send her away to train with the Archmage.

For several years, Kayannah's innate magical spark grew brighter than ever before under the Archmage's tutelage and guidance - but over the course of the weeks leading up to her sixteenth birthday, her power ceased to grow as it once had. After many rituals and arcane trials, the Archmage did not know what could have prompted such a dramatic shift of events, and so sent her to speak to her family in order to discern the nature of her sudden lack of growth. Upon returning to her family's ancestral home, she was shocked to find that very little had changed. Her father seemed more powerful than he had been when she left, as did several other members of her family, but Kayannah had only really had experience of her own overwhelming growth - she simply thought the progression of power natural, and did not even think to consider that something was off.

She decided to stay briefly with her family, having missed them in her training, and found that while she stayed within the residence, her power began to diminish. She confronted her father immediately, who brazenly revealed her to be the child of prophecy, whose blood was the key to a power linked back to a figure mentioned only as "the Scion of the Void". Naturally, she sought to fight back, but found herself unable to will her body to move. For the first time in her life, she discovered the perils of blood magic, used on her by her own family.

Her family were not cruel, and released her under the condition that she was not to attack them, but explained that her power would not grow like it had up until her sixteenth birthday - that power belonged to the whole family, they said, not just her. While Kayannah was not broken or heartbroken at the revelation, as most perhaps would have been, she experienced her first taste of betrayal, and her first taste of forbidden power.

The young Kayannah returned to train with the Archmage Arandin, not so much shocked  or angered at her revelation as saddened that her power would not grow as it once had. The Archmage taught her the value of controlling her already excessive amounts of magical potential, and though her power no longer grew, her control over it grew as rapidly as her power once had. Within the space of two short years, Kayannah was as powerful as her tutor, and seeing no more reason to stay under his tutelage, she left to discover her own destiny. Her first decision was to learn the art of blood magic that her family had introduced her to, and though her tutelage was brief and gleaned only from scraps of knowledge, her mastery over it was quick. On her travels, she met several people with whom she travelled with for long periods of time - but most importantly was a woman named Aria. Aria had been abandoned in the streets of Orin many years prior - a fate not uncommon for orphans in that time - and had taken to travelling in order to survive. Kayannah and Aria had a chemistry between them immediately, and travelled together for the better part of a year before choosing to travel together permanently.

Kayannah and Aria began to train Natrelmon, and on their travels Aria found her own unique talent in life - she had a natural aptitude for breeding Natrelmon, and with Kayannah's powerful magic she had no trouble securing the location and funds she needed to begin her own farm. Over the years that they travelled, the two fell deeply into a love the likes of which they had never experienced, and after three years, decided to marry and settle down on the farm that they had secured. The pair bred many unique and powerful Natrelmon, both as a result of Aria's natural talent and Kayannah's powerful magic, and word of their talents spread quickly. Their lucrative business lasted only briefly, however, before the Great War broke out.

The pair were enlisted to fight for the East, and they did so for a great time, becoming closer in danger than they ever had in safety. Of course, Kayannah's luck began to run out on that day, as Aria was mortally wounded by a suicide attack meant to kill Kayannah. Kayannah's promise to her dying wife was that they would cross over into death together, but fate had other plans for her - her family's meddling in blood magic rendered her immortal, as a Seal of the Blasphemer had been created with her blood in order to divert her magical potential to her family.

Kayannah abandoned the war, and sought to destroy the seal that her family had created under any circumstances. Upon her arrival at her family's ancestral home, she found them all dead, save her father, who had consumed their hearts in order to gain blood magic that rivalled even Kayannah's. The pair fought for days, but both had been rendered immortal by the meddlings in blood magic, and when Kayannah was fully exhausted, her father protected the seals he had created with Kayannah's own blood, rendering her unable to dispel them, and hid them away that he might grow more powerful.

Kayannah, at this point, became obsessed with the lore of old, and using her monstrous power to obtain scraps of information wherever they might lie, she discerned the true nature of death: The Black Gate. It became her life's mission to rebuild the Black Gate, in order to fulfil her promise to her most beloved Aria.

Arena Description: N/A

Natrelmon: Forge of Souls

Ughhhhhhh. Now I actually have to post.

Dammit Paul.

Natrelmon: Forge of Souls

Name: Kasumi Touhou
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Hometown: Orin

Appearance: Kasumi’s appearance is not particularly well-known due to her love of secrecy, but the few tales of her that do circulate describe her as practically a shadow, swathed entirely in black except for her face, which is often covered by a fox mask.

Underneath her costume, Kasumi has short white hair and an extremely lean form.

Personality: Kasumi is, at heart, simply a woman who loves money and the thrill of stealing. She is a kleptomaniac in its finest form, and despite her morally ambiguous nature she is fairly friendly. Kasumi desires, of all things, excitement in her life, and though unorthodox, she has found thievery to be what she considers her calling in life.

Relic Description: Kasumi’s relics are lockpicks kept in a container on her belt.

Starting Natrelmon: Gen; Mythin

Starting Magic: Hydromancy; Invocation

Gifts: Invisibility;

History: Kasumi grew up in the Touhou family, the most prominent and powerful family of Orin. The Touhou were always about being as fast as humanly possible, so Kasumi followed her family’s footsteps - though while they were focused on martial mastery, she preferred something that would have real consequences if she got caught - for that would not only test her speed, but give her the thrills that she craved. After a while of offering her services to the highest bidder, Kasumi decided to train Natrelmon on the side to aid her, as well as explore new things to challenge her.

Noteworthy Skills: Thievery, Lockpicking, Stealth, Hand-to-Hand Combat, Generally being a Dick

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+ Kasumi Touhou +

+ Natrelmon +

Chu - Male - 19 - 4745
Mythari - Female - 15 - 3250
Soelbe - Female - 20 - ???

Money: 4,000N

+ Spell Schools +

Hydromancy - Rank III - 1800

Rank I - Hazeborn Tears
Rank II - Mistwalker
Rank III - Break One's Word

Invocation - Rank III - 1800

Rank I - Deceptive Bolt
Rank II - Aspect of Mirrors
Rank III - Mirror Image

Pyromancy - Rank III - 1800 - Exorcist's Fire

Rank I - Lesser Fireball
Rank II - Cinders of Kyokujitsu
Rank III - Pyroclastic Torrent

Gishiki - Rank I - 0

Rank I - Kuji-Kiri

Nyxomancy- Rank I - 0

Rank I - Twilight Afflication

Blood Magic - Rank X - 1,000,000

Rank I - ???
Rank II - ???
Rank III - ???
Rank IV - ???
Rank V - ???
Rank VI - ???
Rank VII - ???
Rank VIII - ???
Rank IX - ???
Rank X - ???

Kazemancy - Rank I - 0

Rank I - Windborn Weapon

+ Gifts +

- Invisibility
- Medium
- Extra Gift Slot
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+ Professions +

Herbalist - Rank VII - 15,350

Stock

8 Toranese Thistle
28 Noxshroom
14 Blue Mist Flower
18 Ember Leaf
50 Commoner's Grass
8 Sakuran Tea-Leaf

Scholar - Rank VIII - ???

Rank I - Bookworm
Rank II - Expanded Library Card
Rank III - Fables are Truth
Rank IV - Quick Reader
Rank V - Personal Collection
Rank VI - Secret Evo
Rank VII -
Rank VIII -

+ Items +

- Blessing of the Crystal Queen
- Notes of the Archmage Xu-Shin #New Spell School
- Remnants of Honour
- Shroud of Whispering Wind

+ Log +

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Naruto: Of Compassion and Tyranny

Having also moved recently,

I concur.

Naruto: Of Compassion and Tyranny

Hyakune su Jikankizami, Ra

The trip to Sunagakure had been largely uneventful, with the only sound permeating the carriage being the wheels dragging along the ground and the horses that pulled it reverberating throughout the carriage. Empress Shoko had been lost in thought for the majority of the trip - and Ra had placed herself in a trance-like genjutsu to quicken the passage of time. If Shoko required her attention, she would simply interrupt - such was the Empress' right.

The trip did, however, go smoothly onwards without any such incidents. While Ra kept herself in her meditative trance, she had arranged for the book that she had chosen for Remi to be delivered to its recipient, along with a note attached to the cover - "The Jikankizami applied the concept to humans. Can you?". It would certainly be a challenge, but it was enough to keep Remi busy for a long while, as well as develop her growing understanding of the deep sciences. Given the potential for error that Remi was prone to have with those that she did not understand and vice versa, it seemed to be an appropriate tactic to prevent her from engaging in any malarky or shenanigans while the official business within Sunagakure was conducted. Relations with the villages, given the news from Konohagakure, were more important than ever before. Kirigakure's spies had reported a growing discontent before messages were relayed with increasing scarcity - but all was not lost yet.

The Empire's arrival in Sunagakure was, surprisingly, met with a pleasant reception. Either the news of the Rebellion's victory in Konohagakure had not reached them yet, or they were beginning to be more loyal to the Empire that provided tangible benefits than the idealistic crusaders that comprised the rebellion. Either way, the warmer reception was a pleasant change. As Shoko and Ra both exited the carriage, Ra followed behind the Empress, before she waved two figures over from a nearby building.

"If you will excuse me, your Grace, there are some preparations I must make before I join you in the hotel." Ra offered, before bowing and turning away. Her conversation with the two figures was brief, but she fully intended to have her network of informants at her beck and call for the duration of their time in the Village Hidden in the Sand. Anything that could be done to ensure that the villages fell in line would be necessary in the coming days. After the conversation ended, the two figures returned to the shadows from whence they came, and Ra returned to Shoko's side, nodding to show that her task had been completed.

As the trio entered the hotel and Yakoul claimed its own bed - as the creature was wont to do - Ra sat on the remaining bed, and turned towards the Empress.

"Do you have a plan of action, your Grace? The villages will not be easy to sway, and they have proved to dislike the idea of a peace treaty. Their idealism seems to be infectious - but I believe it can be nipped in the bud. Kirigakure must be brought back into the fold, and Sunagakure must adopt to our ideals fully. It is a shame that this conversation even needs to happen - but apparently, there are those who cannot see the crusade for glory that masquerades itself as the Rebellion for what it is." The veiled woman opined, carefully regarding the cat creature in her periphery.

"Oh - Yakoul - I do have a little task for you later, if it strikes your capricious fancy?" She added, almost as an afterthought, before returning her full attention to Shoko.