Twistedgrin

Something Wicked This Way Comes

Its one of those we got time to kill, lets bust out our nerd glasses and science our fiction!

Something Wicked This Way Comes

Provided that at least some spells are cast via saying an incantation and sundry other requirements: Incantations are not how magic is done as I feel that would make it come from some otherworldly source, however magic does follow a glyph/rune system (Sana does spelling I am awful at it) where magic flows along channels and as it does it changes properties, our version of magic is more like modern day chemistry, if one uses x on x than you get y but if x passes through x you can get a x^2 effect but you are using a limited amount of your mental endurance, similar to a mana system but think of it as a different section of the brain (their brains look the same its just more active) and just like muscles the more you use magic the easier you can do it and the stronger it can become....but some can be more talented and genetically inclined to reach levels that others could not. What happens if someone misspeaks the incantation? In the same sense of things, if you try to use a spell and you dont form the glyph properly, well as I mentioned this is similar to chemistry and based on the type of spell the negative effects vary based upon the scope and purpose of a spell What if some of the accouterments fail but the incantation and intention are correct? In this I believe the term fizzle best sums it up, as you lacked the ability to gather enough "magic" from yourself and your surroundings to produce the effect you wanted, so depending on what you where doing it could either produce a weak or twisted version of the spell or it may just leave you tired and looking like an idiot How are new spells created? New spells are formed through experimentation, using the fundamental information of older spells and how things flow the most astute researchers (They don't need to be mages to come up with magic theory) can produce results that can be trialed till perfected, or proven out of reach (But hey technology grows with need so hell with the resources and time anything is really possible, but I will say that matters of reanimation are not only taboo but generally pointless as Is there a clear translation from intended action to incantation/actions? Though Glyphs are quick or instant for the most skilled of magus the majority project a literal guide based on memory this in and of itself does take some basic understanding of the magic but once they get a feel for this its not something that the skilled suffer with. In addition Runes and enchanted weapons while rare exist, as everyone has magic potential these enchanted weapons and armor work off of their raw magic and gives it form but like mentioned before this will still tire them, but it makes many things more practical (or more dangerous depending on how you look at it) Does it require some control over magic, or is it able to be performed by any old luddite? I think I answered this above, but magic is easier to control here but at the same time requires practice to truly use WHERE DOES IT COME FROM Is it biological energy made from ATP and pushed into some hitherto-unknown magic-organ? Or is it something like direct matter-energy conversion, and a person loses weight when casting, or is it drawn from ambient matter/energy, or pulled from other theoretical universes parallel to our own? [my understanding of quantum theory is not excellent, I apologize] Can someone do more work than the energy present in their body is theoretically capable of doing, according to modern understanding of biology/quantum physics? It works on all three principals but the theoretical universes is a spoiler so don't work on that one much This is also assuming that spells can be manipulated by magical aptitude, or magic can also be done without incantation As for the dark suns, I believe that in and of itself would be a form of spell play to force drain an area of its natural magic or even make magic unstable (This sounds like a viable explanation for a counter spell or antimagic zone in the world that we are trying to create) this however is mad taboo.

A Cracked Wand and A Tarnished Sword

Name: Levlongir Runstoffa "Lev" Age: 22 Gender: GIRLYMAN Man Personality: BUZZKILLLLLLLLLLL Lev is a driven individual. As his goal is to become the boss he tends to think about "PANTIIIIES"the impact that their actives have, and makes sure that nothing that could be damaging is tied to him or Jayce. Family is priceless and at the same time its the biggest pain in the neck. His attention to detail can be borderline Obsessive, and often leads to him over planning. He can be a bit of a nag and has a habit of assuming everyone is going to fail and basically shoulders everything himself. Hes an egocentric douchewaffle who cant relax ever History: In the mouth of hell a demon gave birth to the truest evil Growing up on the streets of Meidiba is not the best place for a child, let alone an orphan. His arrival in the red rose, one of Lady Z's most profitable establishments came as a bit of a shock, but what was more shocking was Lady Z's affection for the "beautiful boy" His survival was secured as no one would dare touch him after that. But she was not a merciful woman, he earned his keep, stealing information from patrons and securing his own meals. It was when he was five he stumbled across some shady dealings involving purchasing a baby. Lev armed with a simple broken bit of rebar charged the two men determined that no explanation would be good enough for purchasing a child, even among thieves and killers certain things are just wrong.AND THEN HE GOT HIS ASS WHOPPED Good intentions where not enough to hurt let alone stop two grown men, who nearly beat him the poor child to death. It was when he almost blacked out that he saw one of the men sail over him their face practually caved in, the other didn't even get to scream the only sound that Lev heard was likely the last breath as the unseen man had his throat crushed. "The BOSS" leaned over the young Lev holding the infant, That grows into the best dude ever his look impressed but his laugh so condescending that it hurt worse than the beating he had just received. From this event Lady Z and the Boss became more neutral towards one another, but that's not important now. Lady Z armed Lev with a sword far to large for him at the time, but its like she told the girls, "if it doesn't fit find a way".....DUDE Training was all Lev cared about for years trying to push the mans laughing from his head with the whistle of his blade cutting air and the screams when it cut flesh. Somewhere along this way I TOTALLY JACKED HIS SWORD he ran into the infant once more, and while it was strange at first the twos polar opposite attitudes made them constantly worry for the other. Time and time again IT WASNT THAT MANY Lev ended up stepping into messes to try and get the young idiotic foolhardy insufferable harsh bro out alive. In recent memory both the boys have grown into a rather influential pair throughout Medibia if its not their actions for their respective foster parents if you can call them that it was their shenanigans that passed the time...often ending up with someone somewhere flat broke OR DEAD You cant strike through that they die bro Abilities: AWESOMNESS... Blade dancer: A make shift sword style all his own, making use of his strength speed and intellect he gracefully dodges most attacks while instantly countering without loosing momentum. Cruelty: Lev has a rather cold side, allowing him to feel no remorse for maiming or wounding in order to reach a great goal or leave a lasting impact. Seriously shits fucked Incubus: Perhaps it was his upbringing but Lev knows just what to say or not to say, to turn almost any woman into a temporary ally. Anything extra?: Like theme songs and such.

A Cracked Wand and A Tarnished Sword

I am starting his friends cs's within the weekend.

Something Wicked This Way Comes

A armor clad draft stomps along a path, with each step a rhythmic jingle resonates from its rather aggressive looking armor. Atop it rode the future lord of the Casteralli, a house of great authority within the empire. As such their support for the emperor is a sign of respect and stability within the realm. So when the call to arms was made they sent Vyro and a larger platoon of troops to aid the emperor's cause. A small town proceeded the gates of rather obvious castle, as if it was their intent to look up at the "Protector" of the land. As the massive horse drew near, people had already began to shrink away, but it was the armored lot that followed it up that made them flee to their homes. As streets cleared only a small group remained, a rather ornate lot that seemed to be led by a woman atop a palfrey...Vyro couldn't help but chuckle, hardly the battle ready type. The woman atop the rather majestic horse was none other than the lady of the lance, Latulla Novaros. The sound of the Casteralli's approach had already began to build a tension in her tongue. She seemed relieved when Vyro motioned for the soldiers to remain at the outskirts of the town, it was Latulla's expert opinion that they where clearly a bunch of violent ruffians who would probably be more harm than good. The Navaros soldiers fanned out around her as if to protect her from the young lordling as he approached but it was quite the contrary, one of her more seasoned followers let out a quite plea too her, "Be nice.." A request she smiled angrily at, "I will treat a dog as it deserves." but she did attempt to at least appear friendly as she nodded at Vyro in greeting. Her horse began to canter towards the gate, moments later it happened, Vyro and his massive beast that he called a horse began to parallel her casting a shadow upon her... "Stop that." She said pointedly, refusing to look over at the man. "Stop what?" Vyro said with a sigh. "That"she once again stated as if it where obvious. Vyro looks over at the woman with a rather coy smile, "I am simply riding my horse to the gate, same as you." Latulla while still refusing to look over at Vyro tells him "Your horse is far larger and faster would you just pass me." Vyro scoffed dismissively "What kind of gentleman would not adhere to the time honored tradition of ladies first." Latulla finally caved and glared at the man "Walk on the other side of me than, get your shadow off me and Mazzie!" Vyro laughed "Mazzie? What a fitting name for such a fearsome warhorse" Latulla practically gasp before firing back her own insult, "At least my horse looks like a horse, compared to your walking battering ram." As the two reached the gates their horses circled while they continued their verbal duel. "Are you suggesting that having a Horse ready for combat is a bad thing?""No, but calling your beast a horse is a insult to the rest of the species.""Because calling your little deer a horse is much better.""You cant steal my insult be a tad more original, or is parroting your superiors all you are capable of?" "My better? Girl, know your place!""This Woman knows her place, its the boy in front of her that seems to be lost. Perhaps you and your toy soldiers should go play war in your lands." "And perhaps you should be playing house! With your delicate little pony.""Just because I have class does not make me a delicate little tulip, I am a rose and trust me trying to trample me will leave you trapped in my thorns!" "Ha! Leave it to a woman to suggest something like thorns could stop a man in his path."Latulla began to draw her lance, "Fine if not my thorns my lance will be the deterrent." Vyro slid from his horse already drawing his blades. "A woman with a lance. What will you do with it, use it as a make shift rolling pin?" Latulla narrows her eyes as she too slid from her horse, her lance beginning to emit a faint red glow from its tip. "I shall show you what I will do with it."

Something Wicked This Way Comes

*whistles* Ill get a post up and backstory up after it so you guys can cut loose sorry for the delay.

Something Wicked This Way Comes

Latulla Novaros

Age: 23 Gender:Lady Personality:She is a rose, a rather beautiful person but she has plenty of thorns. As with most nobles she has a strong connection with her family but she isn't so foolish to suggest they are without their problems. She cant help but be shocked at some individuals lack of refinement but she tries not to act like she was sheltered. While most girls look forward to being the princess she found herself interested in being a knight, and much to her families embarrassment she took to it like a fish to water. That said she still has a fondness of both dancing and theater, and does enjoy bartering. (What girl doesn't like shopping?) Role/Title: Lady of the Lance History:House Novaros is a family of merchants that have developed its fortune acting as the middle man in a lot of the larger trades and transportation of the goods. As such they are well informed on the various customs across the land and can notice even the lowest members of the many houses of the land. Latulla was born as the third child and second daughter to the lord of the house, making it all but impossible for her to not be spoiled. Between the tutelage and the constant doting of her mother she had only the best of upbringing, perhaps that is why she found herself with the rather unexpected giving nature. Constantly she tried to share with others around her, offering her servants some of her food or even attempting to cover up for the mistakes of her cousins. These qualities had been cute at first, but she began to take a fancy to knights and stories of heroism. While her mother had thought this meant she was to be a darling little damsel, the local soldiers got a kick out of her demanding to be trained. Most thought of it a flight of fancy, but one of the older veterans could tell from the fire in her eyes that this wasn't just a nobles passing fancy, it was a genuine spark! By the time she was 11 she could trade blows with the younger squires, but then again she noticed the hesitation both because of her gender and her status. It was beyond infuriating but soon enough the veteran gave her the treatment she wanted, the man began to train her with the same fervor he trained the newer recruits. Obviously her father didn't approve of this but it was hard for him to complain as she was still a proper lady at the various events she went too. Her weakness for the arts also made it clear that she was still a classy little girl, so how could daddy tell her no. Much to her dismay at thirteen she became quite the lady. Her mother forced her into keeping her hair long and all but forbade her from continuing her strange hobbies. Thankfully she was able to continue her riding practice, there she was able to try something new. The lance. While she wasn't allowed to openly practice she had become rather skilled at sneaking off to go practice at her secret spot. While not the best way to gain skill, she was able to work on the basics such as form and her fitness. She worked hard at mimicking what she saw at the various events and from that she developed a rather unorthodox style. Using a blade and lance in tandem she found that she could fill in the gaps and created an unorthodox style. But as she began to gain muscle and her hand became rather calloused her mother finally put her foot down. A night when she went to escape, she found her mother sitting at the door with a rather smug smile...It was a rather awkward conversation where her mother caved and came to a rather unexpected arrangement. While not exactly sure of it she had to take the hand of the first man to best her, but in trade she was going to be trained by the best that they could afford. At the age of 16 she was allowed to participate in a tournament of nobles, her mother thought herself clever as the men participating where all very acceptable suitors and potential alliances of high profit. Much to her mothers dismay and her fathers pride, she bested each one of them! She wasn't the most skilled but their treating her as both a child and a girl led to her playing them for fools, just a true merchant would. While her mother plotted her marriage finding houses of prestige and inviting them to "court" her daughter, but her father enjoyed how lively his family had become. It was on her eighteenth birthday that she received a gift from both her father and brother, the heat lance. A weapon made of a rare material known as pure azure and tipped with "the red" the two rare materials allow her lance to take on magical properties based on her natural magical skill. This of course made it even harder for her mother.... Fast forwarding to the present she is actively trying to spread true peace and help those less fortunate. While she cant help her upbringing she does try to at least appear more down to earth. Her notoriety and prestige outweighed her gender, and her title Lady of the Lance was earned with her constant victories. Her mother made it openly known that 'any' man that can best her daughter can have her hand in marriage, but no man has stepped forward in something about a year. Anything extra:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ygnR71KX0f8

Vyro Casteralli

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lSmmM5NdW88

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