Vash

Aeon: The Blackened Wardens of Aetherium-DED

I apologize for the delay on my post. I've been running into quite a bit of writer's block.

Aeon: The Blackened Wardens of Aetherium-DED

For starters we're having our doubts that you thoroughly read through the OP. But we're giving you the benefit of the doubt and glazing over that.

Your CS has been denied for three specific reasons:

1: We already have two "knight" like characters. Please use more variety. We were thinking maybe go the route of a spellsword or a devoted champion of the old gods.
2: Magic requires deep concentration, most knights would NOT be able to focus enough in the middle of battle to pull off anything useful. Magic is young in this world and even highly trained magic specialists struggle with it. We would need a good reason for your character to be using it. Gotta be practical yo.
3: There are no "Demons" in Aeon. The Outlander brought magic, not demons. This sort of magic is mostly what you would call elemental or psychokinetic or what have you. There is blood magic in the history of Aeon in the form of primitive rituals in a sort of witchcraft or voodoo style. Its results are often dubious.

For future clarification, there is no "spirit world." in this RP. There are no actual Demonic or Angelica or spiritual incarnations. This isn't to say your character cannot follow ancient Gods or traditions as residents of this world can and will believe in such. There are tales of such in the History of Aeon, but it does not literally exist. That tome he carries, for example, would be totally fine but most would consider it to be more along the lines of a grimoire or a an Enochian bible. Possibly dangerous. Mostly just cool and occult.

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Your CS will require further discussion between my CO-GM and I before acceptance.

Beginning production on my IC post.

Aeon: The Blackened Wardens of Aetherium-DED

DT's 2nd character is nearing completion, but if all goes well, her IC post should be up tonight or tomorrow, then we can begin the 2nd round of posting. To help save on wait times, I highly recommend doing some collabs in the Campfire for conversations and such. I'll begin production on a 2nd IC post myself soon as well.

Aeon: The Blackened Wardens of Aetherium-DED

Wizout furzah adieu, I prezent, Ze IZee! Enjoy!

Aeon: The Blackened Wardens of Aetherium-DED

In Character
The Roster
The Campfire
Interest Check

The Golden Guar, a simple little tavern near the center of Lenaya. A large reptilian bipedal creature, painted gold and hung in a flat billboard above the entrance. Ilium had dropped a small sack of gold off for the bartender a half hour ago, prompting him to ask the normal patrons to leave for the day and allow those that had answered the flyer to enter. There had not been that many hopefuls. Soldiers looking for that one break, teenagers running from home and hoping for a good start, thieves, old adventurers, young upstarts. None of them would be able to make it out of the country, let alone across the Erbethan Bridge. She sat back against the chair and crossed her leg over the other and started to impatiently twitch her foot. She was anxious, she couldn't keep him waiting. At this rate, she'll never even get to the city in time. Then somebody actually interesting walked in....

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Taking his first step into the capital city of Lenaya had been one of the hardest steps Renault had ever taken. Apart from leaving his wife in Yenanin, he was stepping into enemy territory in full armor. Even though none of the crowds paid him any attention, he felt as if thousands of eyes were singling him out. He sighed and stepped forward, shoving his fears and nervous demeanor down deep and just kept walking. It didn't matter that the hairs on his arms were standing on end, or that every instinct and bone in his body was telling him to draw his sword and defend himself. All that mattered was finding this woman and getting out. Join this group. Go south. Find the city of gold. Pay for Cynthia's trip here and find a nice secluded place to spend the rest of their lives in happiness and away from any form of government. That was all he had to do. Simple.

Things were never that simple.

He nearly fell backwards as he collided with a giant of a man, or more accurately, a lizard. He caught his footing just before falling and shook his head, looking forwards afterward. He came face to stomach with whatever he hit. He had turned and looked down to him with a heart stopping snarl. "Sssswaladun can Footh, Heeeuuuman!" He had yelled. Renault stepped back a bit to get a better look at him. He was a Tsurask, a warrior he had only heard legends of back home. Massive people that stood twice the size of any human and could split the strongest of shields with nary but a single tailwhip. Renault felt his blood chill as the Tsurask spit out another string of unrecognizable words. "Regchalk leigh grakan!" "Look, I apologize, sir. I did not mean to-" He instinctively jumped to the side as the Tsurask brought down a huge warhammer right where he was standing. Without thinking, Renault reached for his sword on his hip and his shield on his back. The Tsurask roared and swung the hammer again. Ren ducked the horizontal attack and came in low, slashing at the thighs of the tower before him. The Tsurask cried out in pain as Renault ripped open a tendon, spraying black blood onto the ground. A titanic punch to the chest, sent Renault flying backwards and to the ground. A crowd had gathered to watch and parted as Renault flew by. They helped him get up quickly, obviously choosing to help a man of their own species before a Tsurask. He was back on his feet and already dodging out of the way of another pavement destroying hammer strike. As soon as he got up, he dropped his shield and reached for his back, taking hold of the pre-loading crossbow and firing it. The Tsurask moved slow and could not stop the bolt from slicing deep into his skull. It had penetrated the bone with ease and shredded his brain. The Tsurask looked at Renault for a moment before falling forward in a heap.

He breathed heavily and looked down, noticing the deep dent in his chest plate. He cursed to himself and placed his Crossbow back into it's holster on his back as well as his shield. He sheathed his sword and approached the body. Law enforcement were already approaching and Renault simply reclaimed his bloody, disgusting bolt from the Tsurask's head. "What happened here?!" Said one of the armored guards, but the citizens spoke up first, several stepping forward to support The Templar. They claimed that the Tsurask started it and that Renault was innocent. Seeing the scene before them, the Law opted to listen to the people and send Renault on his way. "Guess this place can't be all that bad," he thought to himself as he made his way towards the Golden Guar.

Stepping inside, he saw the old woman in the corner of the somewhat empty tavern and elected to wait for the others before addressing the woman. He made his way over to a table and sat down for a moment before standing again, the chest dent starting to irritate him. He unfastened the buckles and belts that held his chest in place and placed it onto the table. He saw that he had a nasty bruise already starting to form on his chest. He made his way over to the bar tender and asked for a drink and a hammer so he could get to work on fixing his armor. Making his way back over, he sat down in the booth and started to hammer away at the dent somewhat gently, pushing it out bit by bit. He took off his helmet and placed it on the edge of the table and placed his equipment down next to him, resting it on the seat. He took tremendous care of his armor and didn't care that the others were staring at him. Every now and then the armor would slip out of his grasp, but it bothered him very little. That was until a woman had appeared at his side to hold it in place. He looked up to see the brown haired woman with leather armor on her shoulders, two swords on her back, and her rather large Dire wolf companion behind her.

"Greetings, ser knight." She said, holding the armor as he tapped the dents back into place. He didn't reply to her for some time, concentrating on his work. He appreciated her help, he had noticed a few near seamless imperfections to tap out after refocusing. Once he had finished she helped him refasten it to his chest. Once on, he looked at the woman and gave a faint smile. "Thank you, ma'am." He said briskly. His voice coming out low pitched and with a slight vibration to it. Her voice came out smooth and soothing almost, much higher pitched but not annoyingly so. "I'm Nalia, and this is Kita." She said, gesturing to the dire wolf. "Glad to meet you. Saw you kill that Tsurask outside. He was asking for a fight." He dipped his head to the left slightly, signalling that he wasn't so keen on talking about it. "My name is Renault. The pleasure is all mine, Ma'am." She sat down next to him and Kita came close to the table, sitting on her behind and laying her head on the table. "You here because of the flyer too?" She said only to see him nod silently, sipping on his stein of stout. "Are you alright?" She asked, concerned and curious as to why he was so quiet. He simply replied with a smile and a nod. "I am not big on speaking, Ma'am." He said finally.

"Oooh, tall dark and quiet type, are you? I've met a few knights like you before. Always been the most valiant of them all. I'll be glad to travel with you." She said, much to Renault's surprise. She stood up and went to grab herself a drink as well, leaving Renault alone with Kita. She barely paid any attention to him and to Renault, that was the best company he could ever have.

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Nalia Tae Lothealle

The Tracker

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Age/stats: Nalia is a twenty six year old woman, weighing in at a lithe one hundred and thirty five pounds, most of which is muscle. Thirty pounds is added by her armor and weapons to make her one hundred and sixty five pounds. She is five feet, eight inches tall.

Appearance: With long brown hair that reaches down to the middle of her back, slightly pointed ears, and angular features, many could say that Nalia is the representation of one of the mythical elves from storybooks, in reality, she is as human as they come. Lithe and athletic, she is relatively clean in complexion and features save for the multitude of scars dotting her arms and legs from various wounds she sustained from her time in the deep woods. She is toned and her veterancy in the woods show in her muscles and eyes. https://i.imgur.com/KPLeYUs.jpg

Armor: She utilizes a light leather armor that she created and stitched together herself. A few engravings are spread across each piece, representing oak leaves and ivy. She keeps her cuirass hidden underneath her shirt, but places her pauldron on her shoulders in addition to her vambraces, placing them in such a way to protect her wrists while she utilizes her bow. She makes frequent use of leather thigh plates that she has strapped onto her legs as well as leather boots that come up to just below her knee and a pair of leather knee pads.

Clothing: Above her cuirass, she wears a white and gold embroidered cloth tunic, allowing plenty of room for her body to breathe yet concealing the armor underneath. She wears dark gray cloth leggings that hug her body tightly, not restricting her movement in any way.

Weapons: Nalia keeps her golden oak longbow close, etchings of her family tree are decorated all over it. She couples it with an identically colored leather and gold topped quiver with 40 steel arrows sitting comfortably within. She has two swords on her left shoulder, housed within their respective leather and metal sheaths. A steel longsword she specifically uses for animals and wildlife so as to make their deaths quick and painless, and a second, enchanted, sword attached to it via leather belts. With the power of the coldest of ice within it, she specifically uses this frosty sword for human enemies, especially those that threaten the denizens of what she calls her forest.

Miscellaneous items: She has a small pack full of survival gear, up to and including

[*} A bedroll
[*} Several days worth of rations
[*} Spare fletchings and arrow heads
[*} Tinder and flint for fires
[*} A whet stone for her swords

In addition, she has a small pouch full of medicinal herbs on her left hip, a small carving dagger on her tailbone, and a secured jar of poison on her right hip. All of which are fastened by a leather belt.
Finally, stuffed in a front pouch of her bag, are several wolf treats for Kita.

Biography: Nalia was born in a small hamlet a few dozen miles east of the capital. She was born into a family of adventurers. Her mother and father being retired military scouts that had been the pair of soldiers that had discovered the existence of the Yenanin kingdom to the west and had warned the kingdom mere weeks before Lydia was attacked by the now rival kingdom. They had then become adventurers and delved into multiple ancient towers and ruins all over the country. Nalia's sister was an ambitions woman that had seen most of the kingdom before she had turned ten years old. Nalia grew up in their shadow, but had done so proudly. Aspiring to be as adventurous as them, she often got herself lost in the woods, mingling with animals and creatures of all shapes and sizes. It was at an early age that she decided that she wanted to spend her life out in the forest, protecting them as best as she could. She wanted to see all the forests of the world and, when she matured into a young, experienced, woman, she had told her family that she was leaving to see the world.

They were barely affected by her leaving, expecting it their entire lives. They had simply asked to to check in once a year and wished her good luck. She set off on her own and was determined to live life to the fullest out in the forests. For years she taught herself the tools of the trade, leather working, fletching, archery, sword fighting, medicine, toxin mixing. She had spent ten years learning it all the hard way. She preferred it this way, the traditional way. She had made herself a small tree house and, one day, stumbled upon her would-be companion. A wounded dire-wolf pup. Even as a puppy, it was as big as her stomach was and it had been snared in a bear trap. Without the slightest bit of hesitation, she had nursed the poor creature back to full health and adopted it into her care. The pup had become attached to her quickly, becoming loyal within a year and regaining it's strength enough to be able to protect her more than she was protecting it. This wolf that she had named Rita had become her best friend and was the life of the party at family reunions.

As she had become a veteran in the Ranger and Tracking arts, she had also sadly become stagnated. She had heard stories of the golden city of the deep south and, one day, she had received a flyer from a courier. She took it as a sign and took off for the Golden Guar, wanting to see this strange place for herself and live up to her family's reputation.

Extra: Nalia is a bubbly, friendly woman that tries to make friends quickly. She becomes defensive of said friends rather easily and will put their needs above her own.

Species: Dire Wolf
Name: Kita
Age: 6
Appearance: A large, white, dire wolf she is about three quarters the size of a horse and stands almost as tall as Nalia does.
Equipment: While normally she wears nothing but the fur covering her body, if Nalia knows that they are going to battle, she has a set of leather armor for her to wear to protect her. She also tends to shoulder Nalia's bedroll when her master cannot carry it herself.

Aeon: The Blackened Wardens of Aetherium-DED

Alright, finished my housework and I'm beginning work on the last character of mine and the IC. I will update this OOC when the IC is ready to be deployed. Demontongue is still illustrating and finishing the final touches on her characters. My second character is nearing completion, just need to get the words down.

I also finished up the final touches on Renault and expanded him quite a bit. I'll be sitting around the Campfire for the next few hours. Come say hi!

~Vash

EDIT: Well, got the first part of the IC completed, but it's not up yet. ETA should be sometime this afternoon after DT gets home so she can help me with it. As of yet, the brain-is-tired block is setting in.

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Renault R. Dreshdae

The Templar

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Age/stats: Renault is a thirty two year old adult male that weighs in at two hundred and ten pounds. Comprised almost entirely of muscle due to the heavy weight of his armor and shield building his physique over the years. His armor and weapons are balanced but weighs in at a hefty ninety four pounds, resulting in him weighing at a total of three hundred and four pounds. He is six feet, eleven inches tall.

Facial appearance:Underneath his shoulder length dirty blonde hair, his slate gray eyes are constantly scanning the countryside, watching for danger. His small nose picking up on the scent of creatures nearby, picking out the magical scent he was taught to recognize. A heavy blonde stubbly beard-stache covers his square jaw, ending in a slight point on his chin, above his moderately thick neck. Wrinkles from stress over his family and years of hardship make themselves known underneath his slightly recessed eyes. The occasional pockmark dots itself on his cheeks and if one looks closely, they may see a dimple on his chin, underneath the stubble.

There is a scar on his lower lip from being split at some point in his life, just as there is another scar on his right nostril and across his left eyebrow. His thin, smooth, eyebrows are often furrowed either with worry or combat readiness.

Armor: He utilizes a several-hundred-times repaired Heavy Templar armor gifted to him on the day he was recognized as a Templar Elite. Specially shaped to deflect sword blows and arrow impacts, he is the equivalent of a brick wall when he takes a solid stance. Carries and uses a large Templar tower-shield that sits on his arm lengthwise to make use of his whole arm to absorb impacts of all types and still grant him the freedom of easy movement when the need arises.

Clothing: When he is not in armor, which is rare for him as he feels more comfortable in it, he wears a dark blue tunic and black cloth pants. He has a pair of leather boots as well for if he needs to scout around.

Weapons: Renault uses the sword of his father, a Templar Elite Longsword that has been tempered and sharpened to near perfection by master Yenanin smiths several times over the years. It has never let him down. Finally, he presents himself a danger to even distant foes with his Heavy crossbow. A standard for most Templars, his is no different. On his upper right shoulder, he has strapped a small bolt quiver that is filled to the brim with 40 steel bolts.

Miscellaneous Items: He has a tan wolf-hide satchel that rests on his tailbone that holds many of his survival items he needs to live. Flint, tinder, his clothing, hunting knife, bread and a canteen of water. Around his neck is a steel chain that holds a small pewter medallion depicting an ancient wolf on the front. On the back the words "I Love you, Renault. Stay strong, for you are always in my heart. - Cynthia" are carved into it.

Biography:"So, Renault, What's your story?" Tara said, breaking the silence that had taken hold of the camp that evening. The Templar was silent for a time, his gray eyes peering back and forth slowly. As gazes started to turn towards him, he finally relented and started to speak. "I hail from Yenanin to the far West. I was one of their Templarious Sudum. Templar Elite. My order was directly responsible for the culling of magical entities and creatures within the country. My particular group was known as Monstroso Aquiline, Monster Slayers.

"I was wealthy, had a wife, a son. Lived in the cloud district among the rich and well off. A good life, until a fell beast called the Ragnarorin was sighted at the slaughter of a once peaceful hamlet on the border regions. A massive monster as large as three horses that could conjure lighting with nary but a thought. It terrorized the countryside. It moved faster than my compatriots and I could track it. When we had finally gained ground and cornered it, it had destroyed and slaughtered seven more cities. It had come to it's end at the crux of a main trade route. A large city that had well over two thousands people occupying it's walls. Merchants from all over the land passed by the city on their way to the outlying hamlets and bergs. We had arrive a few hours too late to save the city, but the monster was still within. We charged in and attacked the beast. It was heavily armored, it's bones protruding from it's scaley skin. It looked like a Truuvan, but morphed. It had shot lightning at us with it's command over the magical elements around it. Every time it did, we felt weaker, as if it sapped our very life force with it's attacks. We had used all of our arrows, spears, and bombs on it, but it had held up against every attack we could muster. It was a full three hours before the dust could finally settle and the dead were laid to rest."

The Templar shifted in his spot as he noticed that the others had leaned in to listen to his story. He was growing nervous. "W-We had taken the beast down, losing all of the hunters besides myself and one other. The casualties were immense and, instead of praise, we were punished severely. As the only elite, the blame was cast onto me for their deaths. My compatriot was executed and I was cast into exile. I was to be burdened with the shame of surviving the ordeal, I was separated from my family and friends, never to see them again. My fortune was confiscated and my family was thrown into the poor district to suffer. For months I had received only a few letters from my wife that had to be delivered by old friends. They had adjusted well enough to survive but In the last letter, she had told me that my son had passed away from plague born from the rats that infested the poor district. Even though friends from outside the city had pitched what they could and finally opened their doors for her to live in, I had decided to venture here to Lydia to seek my fortune and pay for my wife's passage from Yenanin to here...thus is why I'm putting my life on the line for this sage." He grew silent for a time, obviously reflecting on his family still in Yenanin. What's left of them at least. He started to idly twirl the pewter medallion around his neck, mired in his memories.

Extra: Renault is a typically nervous man by nature. He is wary of those around them, enjoys his solitude, and dislikes being watched for extending periods of times by those he is not conversing with. He has severe trust issues. Not because he finds himself above those around him, which he doesn't, but because he is in a land that is at war with his homeland. Many times in the streets he recognizes family members of those he has killed in the past. Regardless of his trust issues, he still recognizes himself as a knight and a Templar. He will always defend the weak against those that with to harm them and will always listen to those in need. However, as a Templar, those with magical abilities are subject to his prejudice. He would not come to their aide unless they meant something to them.

Aeon: The Blackened Wardens of Aetherium-DED

So many ladies! Might have to level it out a bit. Lol.

Dt and u are each producing two characters and one from both of us should be up tonight. I'll also begin work on the ICing on this ooc cake.

Nicely done, Konica. Go ahead and put her in the roster.