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Ivas Vygnuur

Name: Ivas Vygnuur
Age: 32
Height: 6 foot
Weight: 192 lbs
Build: Athletic-Slim
Race: Human
Appearance: Ivas is not a physically imposing man. His scraggly, raven-colored mane and beard make up most of his average-looking features. His scarred left eye and prominent cheekbones are his most distinct attributes. His body is littered with marks from beasts, enemies, and old flames, tattooing an otherwise well-conditioned physique. Ivas is not as serious or intimidating as his battle-scarred features might suggest. He often carries himself as a playful dolt and quick to sarcasm with unabashed humor.
Equipment:
Weapons:
- Long sword, Short sword, Daggers x 2. The steel used to smith Ivas' blades were melted down from the armor of a battle priest named, Nazhari Yult.
Armor:
- Medium Bronze-Leather. Mainly upper torso, otherwise covered in lightweight chainmail and durable fabrics. Also wears a rusty helmet. Serves more as an ornament than actual protection.
Miscellaneous:
- Standard Swordseeker utility kit that comes with medicinal herbs, powders and other ingredients used for treating wounds or crafting small explosives, knockout gasses, and poisons.
- Tome of Nazhari Yult. A parting gift from an old friend. It is full of self-taught divinations used to combat the paranormal. The book itself is enchanted in many ways, serving as a conduit to amplify the incantations within. Ivas has yet to use a fraction of its contents and doubts he'll need anything beyond that.

Story: Ivas Vygnuur was born on the western countryside of King Deign's realm. Tocratian rule oversees many monarchs and houses clinging onto whichever slice of the pie Emperor Gabritius allows them. Deign is one of the few major rulers of the land with some significance left in his name. At the time of Tocratia's invasion the Deign armies were a force to be reckoned with, holding the invaders at bay for months before a truce was signed. Though the takeover was inevitable, Emperor Gabritius respected their fortitude and appointed Deign as his primary war banner - the highest title a non-Tocratian force can receive.

Ivas had dreams of becoming a Knight of Deign, serving the Emperor and honoring his King. Fate would grant him a different path. His story of misfortune would take one bad turn after another, eventually putting Ivas at the mercy of Tocratia's court system. Were it not for Battle Priest Nazhari Yult's pardon, Ivas would've been sustenance for the carrion. Nazhari Yult was Tocratian, and what he saw in Ivas nobody knew. Yult took the troubled youth under his wing without a forethought, becoming a father figure of sorts. Due to his criminal history, Ivas was unable to enlist in neither Tocratia or Deign's infantry. He wanted to be a Battle Priest like Nazhari, but the cadre of mages wouldn't allow a Roviat in their ranks.

Going against the rules, Nazhari trained Ivas both in combat and the arcane arts. Ivas absorbed what he could, sponging in the details of a paranormal world he never knew existed. When Yult felt that his apprentice was ready, he enlisted Ivas into the Grandshield. Ivas proved himself a worthy Swordseeker overtime. While the ranks were loitered with corruption, Ivas maintained an honest approach to his work -- for the most part. The rules of the realm were always shifting, changing, and they almost always accommodated the ones that were well off. It would not be out of character for him to give special treatment to the disenfranchised, especially at the expense of some pompous dullard.

The passing of Nazhari Yult came unexpected. Ivas never saw the body, but by doctrine of rights was given his armor. Unfortunately, the piece itself would prove to be too cumbersome as a hunter. Ivas decided to take it apart and melt it down to smith for weapons, save the helmet. In doing so he found a small compartment within the inner plating. It contained a small book, Nazhari's journal full of divinations with a message that read:

"To the little dagger now forged by virtue,

Never dull against the weight of the living. Stay tempered for the otherworlds to come." -Nazhari Yult

Curiosity more than sadness filled Ivas' heart. The tight-lipped advisory board of the Battle Priests only strengthened suspicions. Just as he was about to further investigate Nazhari's death, the Grandshield assigned him to a new mission. Not only would its success grant the rank of Chimera, but the location was within Emulis, the most isolated kingdom of Roviat. He obliged, reluctant to delay his investigation, but decided to appoint a friend to continue on in his absence. Becoming a Chimera Rank meant more authority, one Ivas hopes to use when he returns to find out more about Nazhari.

Green's MMA Academy: The Fighter's College

"Norifumi Rambachartchai," He said. After living stateside, he got used to the confused look on people's faces whenever he said his full name. It was immediately followed up with: "Rambo for short."

"You?" Rambo asked, raising his fist to bump his, sealing their introduction.

Americans had so many handshake variations that he had to stick with the most basic one, but he noticed that the guy had a British accent whenever he talked.

"You from across the pond?" Rambo asked as they went through the kitchen doors. His eyes lit up. Never had he seen such a large area for cooking. Rambo started looking through the cupboards and cabinets, disappointed at his findings.

"No Oreos?"

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The Night Terror of Emulis (Dark Fantasy RP)

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The Night Terror of Emulis (Dark Fantasy RP)

I will be too for the most part. Ill be pretty busy next week but I'll still respond in ooc and update as much as I can. I'm projecting this to start at next Friday at the latest.

Green's MMA Academy: The Fighter's College

While eyes widened and jaws dropped, Rambo nodded to himself.

"The smell," He said aloud with a grin. "It smells too good in here."

The facility was a grand spectacle, furnished with the best equipment money could buy. The size and scope of it all was a bit overwhelming. Everything had a new car smell to it, a sterility that juxtaposed the grimy enclosures he normally trained in. Rambo was used to the crowded mess of small gyms; the poorly ventilated air filled with body odor and hip hop, the endless sea of fight posters and ring photos hanging on sweat soaked walls. No signs of duct tape holding together rickety old heavy bags here. Rambo smiled at the treadmills and stationary bikes lining up next to each other. No more waiting in line to get your cardio in. Hell, there was so much space in this facility, why get on a treadmill when you could just jog around. Rambo scratched an itch on his dyed-blonde mohawk as people already started warming up or hitting the showers. He shrugged, set his bag down, then headed toward the kitchen.

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The Night Terror of Emulis (Dark Fantasy RP)

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The Night Terror of Emulis

The Kingdom of Emulis has reached out to the Grandshield, a swordseeker covenant that specializes in the paranormal. This is an unprecedented event, for the pragmatic Emulis have isolated themselves from the rest of the world for centuries. The message was delivered with the wax seal of the iron mace and sunflower, proving its legitimacy alongside the bags of gold that came with it.

The letter does not elaborate on Emulis' plight, only that discretion and the Grandshield's best seekers are needed. It was written in a hurried pace, but confirmed from the Grandshield's graphologists that the calligraphy belongs to Grand Duke Clairevoi, second to Emulis Kingship.

According to the Duke's instructions, the Swordseekers are to meet a scoutsman just outside Emulis territory by the end of the week. Brave and battle-hardened as can be, the heralds sent on behalf of Grandshield still have mixed emotions about their new assignment. Not only are they flying blind into a land no living outsider has ever stepped foot in, but the reason for their services are yet to be revealed. Such is the way of the famous Grandshield Swordseekers -- falling face first onto the devil's horns.

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The Swordseekers of the Grandshield

The Grandshield was founded by the Three Maidens of Refuge, an Elvish trio of legendary battlemages. Before Tocratia ruled the land, Roviat was being torn apart between noble houses and lesser monarchs. Borders were smeared with blood, blurring the lines between territories. As a result, villages and towns were caught in the middle of the chaos. The Maidens banded together to form the Grandshield as a means to protect the people. They swore allegiances to no one, rescuing innocent lives from the ongoing wars. That was many centuries ago. The philosophical principles of The Grandshield have waned since the departure of The Three Maidens. Under their successors, the Grandshield became a sell-sword organization and was marketed as such. Though the squabbles between royalty have been reined into submission by the Tocratia Empire, there services are still needed - more so than ever before. Perhaps the wars of Roviat have angered the deities of nature, for its wildlife has increased both in size and hostility.

Enter the Swordseekers, hunters that have a knack for killing all sorts of monsters. They've become a staple in Roviat simply because they do a job nobody wants to do. With a potential war that could break out at any given moment, Crowns, Houses, and even the Emperor, prefer to send Swordseekers out than soldiers from their own armies. Yet the general opinion about Swordseekers isn't quite as flattering as one would expect. For one good Seeker there are at least ten that are terrible at what they do. It's not so much as their skill as it is their shady ways of trying to game the system that comes into question. Hunts are falsely reported as successful kills, some have even released wild beasts into populated areas in order to get contracts. Counterfeit goods, fake medicines, and handmade items are sold off as miracle cures.

The growing number of complaints has forced the Emperor to begin an investigation on the Grandshield and its subsidiary Swordseeker branch.

Notes:

- In order to become an official Swordseeker you must pass 3 trials throughout your training:
[Minotaur]1. Physical - You must survive 'The Gauntlet', twenty five mile long obstacle course full of traps and mercenaries hired to kill you
[Sphinx]2. Mental - You must survive one week in a harsh environment while under a very strong hallucinogenic truth drug.
[Chimera]3. The Trophy - claim the head of a powerful hybrid beast.
*Our characters will be Sphinx ranked.
-Grandshield was formed four centuries ago
-Swordseekers were formed one century ago
-The Maidens of Refuge stepped down from office just after Tocratia gained control of Roviat

The Tocratia Empire

Emperor Gabritius

Notes:

-Originated from an Eastern Continent.
-Invaded one century ago
-Emperor Gabritius is the 1st Emperor of Tocratia-Roviat Rulership.
-While the idea of a foreign ruler is unsettling, the enforced peace is a
welcomed sight for Roviat people.
-The Tocratia wear white and silver armor. Their insignia is a dove shaped as the hilt of a sword, whose blade points down with a fiery tip.

Notes:

-The Swordseekers of the Grandshield are basically a glorified mercenary group of hunters. It is a very corrupt organization. Many Seekers use their status to con people into buying counterfeit goods said to cure ailments or ward off angry ghosts. Only a select few have actually dealt with spirits and demons -- the wild beastiary of the land are often mistaken for paranormal monsters.

-The entire continent is called Roviat and there are a bunch of kingdoms and fiefdoms loosely ruled by The Tocratia Empire.

-Elves, Orcs, Dwarves, and Humans inhabit Roviat.

-Monsters roam the land. Spirits and demonology are questionable ideologies and not generally accepted beliefs.

-The Seekers that are experienced with the paranormal use blessed and cursed weapons, items, artifacts, and armor.

-European Medieval setting, mild-to-low magic use.

-Magic: Properties of magic are ambiguous. Enchanted items blessed by sages and battle mages can create spells. Wizardry through verbal incantation and spell script exists, though rare - mainly used to enchant items. Origin of magic is unknown, but discoverers are believed to have been people of science before converting their titleship to Sages of The Path.