As Annwn entered the throne room he stopped short, the sudden jolt almost sending Gnash toppling from his perch on Annwn's solder. Squeaking in frustration the small creature clawed its way back onto Annwn's shoulder, and though it started chattering away at the perceived insult, Annwn barily registered the noise. Instead his focus was on the bubble of magic before him, his eyes tracking the flashes of light that emanated from its inside. A note of familiarity resonated in his memory, the sight of his guild in combat in one of the many skirmishes in Yggdrasil, the NPC's display of power.
“Hello, I heard the request to come here..but? What is with this thing?”
The sound of Charlemagne's question snapped Annwn's attention, swallowing dryly he stammered out an answer "I think that this is an illusion bubble, if..if I remember right. The only problem is I cant for the life of me remember the name of the spell." Reaching out he ran his fingers along the edge of the bubble, his hand effortlessly passing through the barrier. Slowly he made a movement towards it "In any case I think our illustrious founder is currently doing... something." Annwn took only a moment to consider his options before reaching up to place Gnash on the floor, where the rat sat back on it's hind legs and watched him intently. "Whelp, judgeing by what little I have to go on, I guess I'll see you inside!" With that Annwn's form blurred into the smoke, indicating he had just blinked to somewhere in the sphere.
Emerging from the blink smoke, Annwn drew Geri and Freki with a small flourish, as Song unwound itself from his waist. He slowly advanced in an animistic posture, the animate rope dart flicking this way and that. He was about to send off a message when the unmistakable sound of a magic amplified shout reached his ears like an avalanche. With a shrug Annwn began moving in the direction of the shout, thinking that it would lead him to someone who would know something about what the absolute hell was going on.
What he found instead was a brawl between two of his guild members and and illutionary army, which in turn, saw him. A squad broke off and headed right for the doppelganger, their weapons drawn and at the ready. Gathering that the illusions were not going to be very talkative, Annwn simply waited in his low stance, as the illusions came ever closer. Until they passed some range marker that Annwn knew by heart, after which Annwn launched himself towards them, smoke enveloping him. But unlike normal blink smoke, this smoke persisted and shot towards the illusions with a blinding speed. As it passed through a few of them, cuts began appearing all over the contact points, sending them to the ground. As Annwn appeared from the smoke on the other side of the illutionary squad, Song lashed out and impaled one in the neck before spinning its blade and returning to it's neutral state. Turning slightly Annwn noticed that a few of the illusions still stood, and were now barreling down on him. Panicking slightly, Annwn reached into his mind, almost instinctively and before he knew exactly what was happening he realized he was whispering
"Razor Cloud"
In an instant a cloud of hair thin wires sprung into existence around the remaining illusions, before whipping this way and that faster than could be tracked, effectively dicing the illionary soldiers. Annwn stood dumbfound for a second, only a "Huh" was all he could muster before he tore off towards the battle, a wide grin in his face, and his knives twirling. This was going to be fun.
Looking at Hadrian's angelic form it is not hard to see why he prefers to masquerade as a human.
Two large wings fold out from his back, shimmering like freshly fallen snow. His form is slightly hunched as if the wings weigh on him, yet he moves as if he feels no weight from them. His armor changes slightly, looking more like a mix between the armor and hooded robes. The armor also shifts coloration to a more muted brass coloration.
From beneath the drawn hood of the robes peers a masked face, and no indication of anything else. the mask his highly stylized with six eyes engraved into its otherwise smooth bone white surface, each one a different color than the others. Along the mask's edges are attached four brass rings, from which hang long strips of cloth, each covered in benedictions written in various runic alphabets, and at the end of which hang small bells that give off a present airy note whenever they move. Finally Light seems to essentially drip from him, like small sparks from a fire, slowly falling to the ground.
It should also be noted that he much prefers his Hard-Light spear as his primary weapon in this form
"The captain? Aye, hes a good man. Stern but fair, got himself a heart of gold locked away in a steel fortress. Still id follow him to whatever end is in store for us a hundred times without question."
Name: Hadrian Venisi Age: 34 Race: Angel (though he prefers to masquerade as a blessed human as to not attract any undue attention) Kingdom: The Kingdom of Michael Role: Knight Divine Ability: Light Manipulation, Hard-light constructs Weapon Ability: Swords and pole-arms Weapon: An Estoc, and (if needed) a boar spear made out of hard-light Biography: The Venisi were a house of minor renown on the brink of fading in to the history of the land, due to their minor wealth and the fact that the lord at the time had no heirs to speak of, not a single daughter or son graced his home, not for the lack of trying. Still he and his wife were beginning to grow older and the thought of children became that of remorseful dinner conversation, until Hadrian was conceived. He was an energetic boy in his youth, often running out into the forests and fields for hours. One day however he never returned. Panic gripped the lord's heart as he quickly thought of what to do. The next morning he was about to gather a party to search for his son, when against all odds the boy returned, a bit worse for ware but alive. The lord never knew what happened to him out there in the woods, but his son was changed, both in a behavior sense and displaying powers he never could before.
But the years marched on as they do, and Hadrian grew up. Soon his father sent him off to train with another minor noble's son in the capitol in the ways of combat. Hadrian was a quick study, quickly adopting unconventional weapons to gain an edge in combat (such as his Estoc, which became is go to weapon). He was also noted for his compassion among his years training under various knights and commanders. When he reached his 21 year he was officially knighted and given leave to return home for a time, a welcome relief for the young man. But as he neared his home he couldn't help but notice an inky black smoke hanging over the village that led to the manor where he had spent his childhood. With a swear he spurred his horse faster, closing the distance between him and the remains of what had been his home. Arrows an corpses dotted the approach, showing signs of a recent battle, with the burned out building serving as a clear sign of who lost. As he picked his way through the wreckage of a few houses, it seemed more and more obvious that the chances of finding any survivors were quickly draining away. The young Hadrian was about to give up when he spied something half buried under a collapsed wall. Acting quickly the young knight moved the charred wood to discover a small child laying face down in the soot. Scooping up the child he ascertained that she still had some life in her, and could be saved if he hurried.
Riding back to the capitol at a hard pace, he war relieved when the healers told him that the child would make a full recovery. Leaving her to rest and heal, Hadrian spent the next few weeks tracking down the perpetrators of the attack, spending many a sleepless night pouring over reports from the countryside for any indication of who could have committed such an act. He was nearing the end of his rope when he found what he was looking for, reports of a large group of bandits that had been ravaging the area for a time now. Apparently they were a former mercenary band that had a falling out with their former employers and had gutted them before the end of their contract, effectively blacklisting them from any honorable work again.
It would be two days before he was given leave to gather a group of fellows to hunt down the brigands, and surprisingly he spent those two days by the young girls side, talking to her, reading her stories, ensuring her wounds were healing properly, and so on. Even when the group was to set out he snuck in to the infirmary where she slept to see her, and give his promise that he would return unharmed. As they days wore on the knights tracked the band slowly, never gaining much ground on them, seemingly a step behind in every way, until the sun set on the seventh day. As they were stopping for the night, one of the knights noticed a glow emanating from a nearby cave. Upon inspection they were all surprised to learn that they had unintentionally stumbled upon the bandits encampment. Hadrian quietly told the others to wait for him as he drew his blade, giving each a comforting smile as he descended into the cave's mouth. What happened next is disputed even among those who were there, but one fact remains apparent, as soon as Hadrian disappeared a bright flash of light spilled out of the cave, like the rising of the morning sun, only to be followed by the screams of frightened men and the light sound of small bells. Hadrian alone exited the cave, his face darkened by remorse at what had transpired, his fellows knowing well enough not to ask him what had happened. In the morning they rode back to the capitol in silence, and reported back to their superiors that their deed was done.
Hadrian was quick to take his leave to visit Olifina once more, only to find that she had left the infirmary, taken to the palace just that morning. With the up-most speed, the knight sprinted through the capitol, his mind reeling with questions. As he neared the palace he found that the guards actually stood aside without a word and let him inside when he gave his name in a rushed tone. He was met by one of the servants and was ushered through the many halls until he came to a large library, a quiet place lined with wooden shelves and a hearth, who's fire still crackled with some life. He moved slowly as to not disturb the silence, his foot falls slow and measured.
That was until he came face to face with the king, and in a moment of panic dropped to a knee, his armor clattering fairly loudly. A sight the king found very amusing. Motioning for the knight to rise, the monarch first began by stating his condolences and congratulations, before turning to a table that contained a couple heavily bound books and a few mismatched pieces of clutter. Hadrian was an odd mix of baffled and astounded at the conversation that began to transpire. The king continued on, unfazed by Hadrian's confusion, and began to explain that Hadrian's land was to be absorbed by another lord, as to minimize the cost of rebuilding. this made Hadrian begin to speak up in protest when he was stopped by the king, who continued on by saying that while he was losing his lands, he was in the kings words "owed a payment both in reparations, and reward for services thus far." and as such he was to retain the title that now passed to him and was to be given a manor in the capitol itself. As for a source of income he was to take over the training of the new knights, as well as the serving in the kings honorgaurd. Once more Hadrian was at a loss for words, but soon found his voice, asking what was to become of Olifina. The king smiled and simply stated that the necessary papers had already been drawn up, all Hadrian needed to do was to sign them. Which Hadrian did without a second thought, taking the young 5 year old as his new ward, and giving her the rights granted to those of noble birth.
Once more the years went on, Hadrian proving himself and earning the kings trust enough to become a sort of de-facto adviser to the king, as well as a father to Olifina. The old king and queen's passing saddened Hadrian to be sure, but he took it in stride as best he could, hoping to serve the new king and queen in much the same respect, but to also not fail as he thinks he had before.
"A bright one that one, both figuratively and literally. A sharp mind, and the ability to glow like the morning stars, the universe dose have a sense of irony it turns out."
Name: Olifina Venisi (or just Fina for short) Age: 19 Race: Blessed Human Kingdom: The kingdom of Micheal Role: Servant (Lady-in-waiting)/warrior Ability: Light Manipulation Weapon: Longbows/crossbows Biography: The adopted daughter of Hadrian, Olifina was originally from the small town that his family controlled, before it was razed to the ground when she was barely 5 years of age. Of that event, and even the years preceding it, her memory is fuzzy, something that might trouble her if she gave it more than a passing thought. Yet she remembers Hadrian well, her fist sight of him being his sleeping form slouched in the chair next to the bed where she was recovering, his light snoring the only sound in the infirmary. A memory she will always smile about when remembering it. It should be noted that another memory that she has a vivid recollection of, is her 8th birthday. She had been given various gifts and had eaten her fill of sweets throughout the day, and was beginning to feel the weight of her eye lids as sleep crept up on her mind. Quietly she lifted herself into Hadrian's lap, as he sat in front of the fire, clutching her favorite stuffed doll. He simply grinned and began to run his fingers through her hair humming lightly. Just as she was about to fall asleep Olifina heard her father speak to her, his voice quiet as to not startle her. "My dear? Im afraid I have one last birthday surprise for you. But first I must know, if you could do one thing I could what would it be?"
Even half asleep she grinned as she knew the answer she would choose immediately, and answering with a yawn she chose "I want to shine and play with the sun."
Hadrian grinned as he placed a hand below her right ear, a light emanating from beneath it "Done my morning star, now sleep, tomorrow will come sooner than you think."
From this point she began to share Hadrian's light bending ability, getting to the point where she uses it as easily and as little thought as one breathes. A develpment Hadrian found a number of things (mainly interesting, worrying, and amusing at times)
Growing up as Hadrian's daughter meant that Olifina was given a nobles education, and while she sometimes was as stubborn as an ox with a sore foot, she was quite the avid learner. Many a time Hadrian had to retrieve a tome from her sleeping hands as she slept. She would often attended Hadrian's classes (her school lessons permitting), and quickly found that she much preferred the bow over almost any melee combat form, quickly becoming a steady hand at the weapon. She also dabbled in the crossbow in recent years, though the traditional bow still remains her tried and true favorite.
She began serving the court nearly from the day she and Hadrian moved into their home in the city, her father's position affording her to become essentially what she is now from day one. Like her father she was shaken by the assassination, but doesn't really like to dwell on it too much, due to the fact that she knows her father partially blames himself for it.
Special Notes: * She is one of the very few to actually know what Hadrian's angelic form looks like, and also one of the very few to actually have seen it on multiple occasions. * Her blessing mark is located just blow her right ear
done, might change a couple things im not really happy with the wording of, but none of the content (unless your review brings something up of coarse). Also I will find that song for Olifina!!
Still I hope its alright, and I didnt mess anything up too badly. Also sorry if I went a bit text wally
Looking at Hadrian's angelic form it is not hard to see why he prefers to masquerade as a human.
Two large wings fold out from his back, shimmering like freshly fallen snow. His form is slightly hunched as if the wings weigh on him, yet he moves as if he feels no weight from them. His armor changes slightly, looking more like a mix between the armor and hooded robes. The armor also shifts coloration to a more muted brass coloration.
From beneath the drawn hood of the robes peers a masked face, and no indication of anything else. the mask his highly stylized with six eyes engraved into its otherwise smooth bone white surface, each one a different color than the others. Along the mask's edges are attached four brass rings, from which hang long strips of cloth, each covered in benedictions written in various runic alphabets, and at the end of which hang small bells that give off a present airy note whenever they move. Finally Light seems to essentially drip from him, like small sparks from a fire, slowly falling to the ground.
It should also be noted that he much prefers his Hard-Light spear as his primary weapon in this form
"The captain? Aye, hes a good man. Stern but fair, got himself a heart of gold locked away in a steel fortress. Still id follow him to whatever end is in store for us a hundred times without question."
Name: Hadrian Venisi Age: 34 Race: Angel (though he prefers to masquerade as a blessed human as to not attract any undue attention) Kingdom: The Kingdom of Michael Role: Knight Divine Ability: Light Manipulation, Hard-light constructs Weapon Ability: Swords and pole-arms Weapon: An Estoc, and (if needed) a boar spear made out of hard-light Biography: The Venisi were a house of minor renown on the brink of fading in to the history of the land, due to their minor wealth and the fact that the lord at the time had no heirs to speak of, not a single daughter or son graced his home, not for the lack of trying. Still he and his wife were beginning to grow older and the thought of children became that of remorseful dinner conversation, until Hadrian was conceived. He was an energetic boy in his youth, often running out into the forests and fields for hours. One day however he never returned. Panic gripped the lord's heart as he quickly thought of what to do. The next morning he was about to gather a party to search for his son, when against all odds the boy returned, a bit worse for ware but alive. The lord never knew what happened to him out there in the woods, but his son was changed, both in a behavior sense and displaying powers he never could before.
But the years marched on as they do, and Hadrian grew up. Soon his father sent him off to train with another minor noble's son in the capitol in the ways of combat. Hadrian was a quick study, quickly adopting unconventional weapons to gain an edge in combat (such as his Estoc, which became is go to weapon). He was also noted for his compassion among his years training under various knights and commanders. When he reached his 21 year he was officially knighted and given leave to return home for a time, a welcome relief for the young man. But as he neared his home he couldn't help but notice an inky black smoke hanging over the village that led to the manor where he had spent his childhood. With a swear he spurred his horse faster, closing the distance between him and the remains of what had been his home. Arrows an corpses dotted the approach, showing signs of a recent battle, with the burned out building serving as a clear sign of who lost. As he picked his way through the wreckage of a few houses, it seemed more and more obvious that the chances of finding any survivors were quickly draining away. The young Hadrian was about to give up when he spied something half buried under a collapsed wall. Acting quickly the young knight moved the charred wood to discover a small child laying face down in the soot. Scooping up the child he ascertained that she still had some life in her, and could be saved if he hurried.
Riding back to the capitol at a hard pace, he war relieved when the healers told him that the child would make a full recovery. Leaving her to rest and heal, Hadrian spent the next few weeks tracking down the perpetrators of the attack, spending many a sleepless night pouring over reports from the countryside for any indication of who could have committed such an act. He was nearing the end of his rope when he found what he was looking for, reports of a large group of bandits that had been ravaging the area for a time now. Apparently they were a former mercenary band that had a falling out with their former employers and had gutted them before the end of their contract, effectively blacklisting them from any honorable work again.
It would be two days before he was given leave to gather a group of fellows to hunt down the brigands, and surprisingly he spent those two days by the young girls side, talking to her, reading her stories, ensuring her wounds were healing properly, and so on. Even when the group was to set out he snuck in to the infirmary where she slept to see her, and give his promise that he would return unharmed. As they days wore on the knights tracked the band slowly, never gaining much ground on them, seemingly a step behind in every way, until the sun set on the seventh day. As they were stopping for the night, one of the knights noticed a glow emanating from a nearby cave. Upon inspection they were all surprised to learn that they had unintentionally stumbled upon the bandits encampment. Hadrian quietly told the others to wait for him as he drew his blade, giving each a comforting smile as he descended into the cave's mouth. What happened next is disputed even among those who were there, but one fact remains apparent, as soon as Hadrian disappeared a bright flash of light spilled out of the cave, like the rising of the morning sun, only to be followed by the screams of frightened men and the light sound of small bells. Hadrian alone exited the cave, his face darkened by remorse at what had transpired, his fellows knowing well enough not to ask him what had happened. In the morning they rode back to the capitol in silence, and reported back to their superiors that their deed was done.
Hadrian was quick to take his leave to visit Olifina once more, only to find that she had left the infirmary, taken to the palace just that morning. With the up-most speed, the knight sprinted through the capitol, his mind reeling with questions. As he neared the palace he found that the guards actually stood aside without a word and let him inside when he gave his name in a rushed tone. He was met by one of the servants and was ushered through the many halls until he came to a large library, a quiet place lined with wooden shelves and a hearth, who's fire still crackled with some life. He moved slowly as to not disturb the silence, his foot falls slow and measured.
That was until he came face to face with the king, and in a moment of panic dropped to a knee, his armor clattering fairly loudly. A sight the king found very amusing. Motioning for the knight to rise, the monarch first began by stating his condolences and congratulations, before turning to a table that contained a couple heavily bound books and a few mismatched pieces of clutter. Hadrian was an odd mix of baffled and astounded at the conversation that began to transpire. The king continued on, unfazed by Hadrian's confusion, and began to explain that Hadrian's land was to be absorbed by another lord, as to minimize the cost of rebuilding. this made Hadrian begin to speak up in protest when he was stopped by the king, who continued on by saying that while he was losing his lands, he was in the kings words "owed a payment both in reparations, and reward for services thus far." and as such he was to retain the title that now passed to him and was to be given a manor in the capitol itself. As for a source of income he was to take over the training of the new knights, as well as the serving in the kings honorgaurd. Once more Hadrian was at a loss for words, but soon found his voice, asking what was to become of Olifina. The king smiled and simply stated that the necessary papers had already been drawn up, all Hadrian needed to do was to sign them. Which Hadrian did without a second thought, taking the young 5 year old as his new ward, and giving her the rights granted to those of noble birth.
Once more the years went on, Hadrian proving himself and earning the kings trust enough to become a sort of de-facto adviser to the king, as well as a father to Olifina. The old king and queen's passing saddened Hadrian to be sure, but he took it in stride as best he could, hoping to serve the new king and queen in much the same respect, but to also not fail as he thinks he had before.
"A bright one that one, both figuratively and literally. A sharp mind, and the ability to glow like the morning stars, the universe dose have a sense of irony it turns out."
Name: Olifina Venisi (or just Fina for short) Age: 19 Race: Blessed Human Kingdom: The kingdom of Micheal Role: Servant (Lady-in-waiting)/warrior Ability: Light Manipulation Weapon: Longbows/crossbows Biography: The adopted daughter of Hadrian, Olifina was originally from the small town that his family controlled, before it was razed to the ground when she was barely 5 years of age. Of that event, and even the years preceding it, her memory is fuzzy, something that might trouble her if she gave it more than a passing thought. Yet she remembers Hadrian well, her fist sight of him being his sleeping form slouched in the chair next to the bed where she was recovering, his light snoring the only sound in the infirmary. A memory she will always smile about when remembering it. It should be noted that another memory that she has a vivid recollection of, is her 8th birthday. She had been given various gifts and had eaten her fill of sweets throughout the day, and was beginning to feel the weight of her eye lids as sleep crept up on her mind. Quietly she lifted herself into Hadrian's lap, as he sat in front of the fire, clutching her favorite stuffed doll. He simply grinned and began to run his fingers through her hair humming lightly. Just as she was about to fall asleep Olifina heard her father speak to her, his voice quiet as to not startle her. "My dear? Im afraid I have one last birthday surprise for you. But first I must know, if you could do one thing I could what would it be?"
Even half asleep she grinned as she knew the answer she would choose immediately, and answering with a yawn she chose "I want to shine and play with the sun."
Hadrian grinned as he placed a hand below her right ear, a light emanating from beneath it "Done my morning star, now sleep, tomorrow will come sooner than you think."
From this point she began to share Hadrian's light bending ability, getting to the point where she uses it as easily and as little thought as one breathes. A develpment Hadrian found a number of things (mainly interesting, worrying, and amusing at times)
Growing up as Hadrian's daughter meant that Olifina was given a nobles education, and while she sometimes was as stubborn as an ox with a sore foot, she was quite the avid learner. Many a time Hadrian had to retrieve a tome from her sleeping hands as she slept. She would often attended Hadrian's classes (her school lessons permitting), and quickly found that she much preferred the bow over almost any melee combat form, quickly becoming a steady hand at the weapon. She also dabbled in the crossbow in recent years, though the traditional bow still remains her tried and true favorite.
She began serving the court nearly from the day she and Hadrian moved into their home in the city, her father's position affording her to become essentially what she is now from day one. Like her father she was shaken by the assassination, but doesn't really like to dwell on it too much, due to the fact that she knows her father partially blames himself for it.
Special Notes: * She is one of the very few to actually know what Hadrian's angelic form looks like, and also one of the very few to actually have seen it on multiple occasions. * Her blessing mark is located just blow her right ear