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~Heaven's Needle: Valenti's Return

Name: Robin Voss
Gender: Female
Age: 20 years
Occupation: Apprentice Professor of Herbology
About Robin: Robin was a promising student at the College of Magic, specializing in herbology. She had even began an apprentice professorship under Professor Alstan a master of herbology. However much a scholar she was her passion was truly fieldwork. The outside world was full of wonder and surprises that didn't always come with reading books. Well adept at magic she has always had an interest in swordplay but never really trained, her form and technique are considered amateur at best.

Generally quiet by nature Robin has spent most her life inside the College walls occasionally venturing out on herbing expeditions. While she is quite intelligent and clever in her craft, her isolation has made her quite naive to the ways of the world.

Appearance:

~Heaven's Needle: Valenti's Return

If you're the above average warrior even elite is okay, but as long as no one forgets they aren't Gods then it really isn't a bother. If you are an elite warrior you'll be able to take on multiple enemies but not a horde. Again, just be reasonable.

~Heaven's Needle: Valenti's Return

Not excepted to be powerful. Basically if you're slaying multiple enemies with a single blow, you're too powerful and that makes things no fun. Everyone has weaknesses. Standard rules apply, godmodding etc.

In short, be reasonable.

~Heaven's Needle: Valenti's Return

Excellent to hear. ^_^ You can do your CS at your discretion. Hopefully more people will gain interest. I'll put mine up tomorrow.

~Heaven's Needle: Valenti's Return

King Arde has sent out for enlisted help in defending the kingdom against the necromancer and his army. That's where everyone would come in. Got plenty of twists and turns in mind though too.

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Synopsis:

The Kingdom of Ithelas has endured many a conflict, however, none was so bloody as the Great War of a decade past. The provocateur was none other than the feared necromancer Levius Valenti. Levius was a brilliant student who, unchallenged by the curriculum taught to the other students, found his interest lying in the forbidden arts of black magic, particularly necromancy. A naturally powerful practitioner combined with a knowledge of the dark arts his thirst for power started to become a sensation he could not quench with simple spells and rituals. He began to envision a kingdom of his own, where only the few of magical blood would live and thrive, anyone not possessing magical qualities would be slain or enslaved. He began to build his army. Calling upon the countless generations of corpses in the crypts of the kingdom he assembled his undead army.

Levius marched his army across the kingdom leaving only destruction in his wake, women, children, even animals, all killed or enslaved. Cities and villages burned, the soil, so saturated with blood plant-life would follow their cold battlefield companions in death.

With every kill his army grew and the slaughter moved across the kingdom. Finally the final push on the capital, Boverin, where in his castle King Arde has mustered the last and finest of his men to defend the crown. The King himself stood among his men. However, it would be the acts of the Archmage of the very college Levius himself had been taught, that would ultimately be his downfall. Archmage Amicus, although burdened by age would capture and subdue his former pupil. He was hailed a hero.

Unable to send his own pupil to his death Amicus convinced His Majesty to imprison Valenti in Heaven's Needle, a magical prison on a small island in Boverin Bay.

For 10 years Valenti sat in his cell, imprisoned not only by physical walls but enchantments to his restraints less him powerless. He waits patiently for the time he can get his revenge and fulfill his dream of a pure-blooded kingdom under his banner.

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Its been 10 years since the end of the Great War and Ithelas has enjoyed such peace. Villages and cities have been rebuilt and lives returned to relative normalcy. Archmage Amicus is now dead under mysterious circumstances, killed in his private study at the college. King Arde commissioned a statue to his honour to be erected in the Dome of the Sun, just north of the capital.

Rumors have now begun to spread that Valenti is once again free, however, such rumors remain only hear-say.

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Loosely based off a book of the same name. ( Not a bad read in my opinion )

I'd like to keep the RP moving at a steady pace so post within a decent time frame please.

While I understand on rare occasions the story warrants a very short post, causal standards apply.

The world as it stands is dominated by humans. However, The enemy is an enemy to all and there is no reason to omit the normal fantasy races.

So, the question remains... interested?

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CS ( Feel free to add anything you think important )

Name:
Gender:
Age:
Short History: ( One paragraph is fine, I understand works in progress )
Appearance: ( pic or paragraph. This should be detailed if written )

After Apocalypse (OOC)

Alexis stopped and heaved to catch her breath, clentching on the nearby lamppost for support. People passed by her without as much as a glance, except maybe one for her unmistakably bright hair. She expected as much, and was rather happy to be of only minor note.

Her stomach began to audibly protest. She would more than love to oblige but she was sure of where, she'd never stepped foot in this town before afterall.

She untied her hoodie from her waist and started to carefully put it back on. Despite her best efforts it still brushed against her burnt skin causing her to wince and curse.

"Damn," she said with a sharp inhalation.

As she brought her head through the collar she heard a loud ruckus from an allyway just across the road. She let her hair fall on her shoulders as she spotted a rather built man despite his small size. His skin was dirty and his hair short and dark red, almost crimson in nature. His clothes were of heavy material that reminded her of some kind of gang member. It didn't help he emerged to the street looking around as if searching for something.

Alex wanted no part of this. As his gaze swept in her direction she quickly turned away and started walking hoping to find some kind of shop to ask directions in. Her stomach growled again but her heart raced. Had she stumbled into somewhere worse than the wastelands? Was she better off out there?

A small sign caught her attention and she quickly dipped inside. Knicknacks of all sorts lined the shelves, but they held no interest to her. She approached an attendant.

"Excuse me, sir. Do you know of a place nearby I could get something to eat?"

The older man nodded and scratched his scruff for a moment, "Mrs Stewert has some good chow. Just up the street on your right."

She gave the man a small smile, "Thank you kindly, sir."

"Anytime lil missy."

With that she left, still looking out for any shady types that might be around. She found the home with no trouble. Unsure if to knock or walk in she knocked and awaited an answer.

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