xRobynx

Mos'or: Rise of Heroes

I agree. Starting might stir more interest.

~Heaven's Needle: Valenti's Return

IC is up.

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Heaven's Needle: Valenti's Return ( High Fantasy, see ooc for openings )

“There's a storm coming.”

A solider sat stoking a firepit, a pot of soup sat above the flames, its smell permeated the air of the small hut.

“Looks to be a rough one too.”

“Well nothing we can do besides bunker down and wait for the next boat tomorrow.”

“Aye, sir,” said the younger.

A crow cawed overhead as he locked the wooden shutters. It gave him an uneasy feeling in his gut. Crows were supposed to be connected with dark magic, and plenty of dark magic was locked away in this tower. He turned back to the elder, his face slightly pale. Omens never did sit well with him. The elder chuckled.

“Private Brinley, my boy,” said the elder with a grin, “You must be the most unlucky solider I know to be stationed here. I've been stationed here 20 years,” The younger rolled his eyes a bit, hearing this story over and over already, “You've only been here a few months and you still jump at everything that moves.”

The older scooped a ladle of soup into two small bowls. Steam rolled off the hot meal in stark contrast to the chilly air, it smelled just like something his wife would've made. He sat the bowls down on a small table.

“Relax my boy, this is my final duty before I retire and I need to know these prisoners are secure. You can't be jumping around at every sound.”

Brinley nodded, finding his worries suddenly foolish. The Captain was right. He sighed.

Suddenly, the reinforced doors flew open with a bright flash of lightning, splintering wood flew in all directions. Thrown to the ground by the force Brinely forced himself to his feet stumbling against the wall for support. Vision useless, ears ringing, and equilibrium nonexistent he reached for his sword and drew. All was now quiet save for the crashing of the waves outside and a set of light footsteps.

It would only be a moment, but it seemed like an eternity before his vision would regain enough to take in what had happened. His world still spun wildly as he attempted to focus on a slender figure standing in the doorway. He looked over where his Captain once stood. His body lay limp across the stone floor, blood already pooled below.

“Captain!” he yelled.

Still shell-shocked, turned back towards the slender figure, a tight but twisted smile came across its face as a black bird landed on its shoulder.

“CAPTAIN!”

Another bright flash.

The crow cawed.

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The storm would pass overnight leaving a morning to behold. Robin awoke, and as was her habit every morning, she checked the college herb garden. Only today she was surprised to be met by the Archmage herself.

“Archmage Madia, what a surprise. Can I help you with something?”

“Actually you can Robin.”

Robin cocked her head slightly, wondering what in the world the Archmage would want with her.

“The Crown is looking for some people to assist in investigating an incident at Heaven's Needle.”

Robin was confused, “Archmage with all due respect I am hardly an investigator, I'm a herbologist.”

“The Crown asked for me to send someone and I could think of no one more capable than you.”

“But, Arch-” she was cut off.

“But nothing, you are going. Pack your things. You'll meet up with the other volunteers in the Castle courtyard this afternoon.”

Robin nodded her head in compliance but didn't say a word as Madia left. She let out a long sigh as as she plucked a pedal and rolled it between her fingers. “Why me?”

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The streets were crowded with the ramblings of the common folk. Their words all blending into a dull inchoerant roar. What in the world am I doing he-, her thought was interrupted by a soft crunch under her foot. She looked down. On the dirt road lay a piece of windblown paper, the large word 'ATTENTION' printed across the top. She picked it up slowly brushing of the dirt as she did. "Impossible..."

Heaven's Needle: Valenti's Return ( High Fantasy, see ooc for openings )

Status: OPEN

CS ( Feel free to add anything you think important )

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Name:
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Short History: ( One paragraph is fine, I understand works in progress )
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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 forfill 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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~Accepted Characters~

Robin Voss - xRobynx

Robin

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:

Roark Ironfist - Dethran

Roark

Name: Roark Ironfist
Sex: Male
Age: 62 years
Species: Mountain Dwarf
Occupation(s): Engineer in the Greymountain Dwarves' military (inactive service); journeyman alchemist (formerly apprenticed to the alchemist of the Ironfist household).

Background: Showing a great propensity for mechanics and construction from a very early age, Roark began to experiment with various projects, building his first ballistic crossbow at the young age of 14, and refining a repeater for it by the age of 15. As soon as he was old enough, his aunt recruited him into the Greymountain military to capitalize on his skill as an engineer and craftsman, but not before one of his uncles had convinced him to become an apprentice to the family's alchemist by mentioning that some alchemical compounds are quite useful in the construction of more elaborate devices.
While rather competent at melee combat (favoring his family's fighting style known as "Hammer and Anvil," using a war hammer paired with a heavy shield in a primarily offensive form), his true talent lies in engineering and ballistics, which lends itself to highly effective ranged combat and trapmaking.

Appearance

Luna, the Night Touched - Esper

Luna

Name: Luna, the Night Touched
Race: Talian
Race Description: Talians have a long history of communing with nature and as such enjoy the long living that Elves are known for. They tend to live in tribal communities that are similar to humans in structure, but seemingly barbaric to outsiders. Their hair colors vary by region with most being in the human range. This is true save for those who are rarely touched by nature herself, marked by stark white hair, marking the birth of a magic user. Green and blue eye colors tend to be dominant in their bloodlines, with browns being rare.

Females tend to even about at roughly five and a half feet tall. The males tend to be about six and a half feet tall when fully ground. Both males and females tend to have lean muscle that serves them well in hunting and a set of secondary canine teeth, for a total of eight as opposed to humans who have only a pair on top and bottom. These teeth are slightly longer and sharper, leaving no question if there was one between a Talian and human.

Traditionally Talians carry tattoos marking their deeds, professionals, family, and tribal history. Those familiar with Talians would be able to read these and gather a general sense of the history of the individual. This can be both a blessing and curse depending on the company of the Talian, for even their misdeeds are recorded on them in an ink that is forever there and can only be removed by a skilled magic user familiar with the ritual the ink undergoes.
Gender: Female
Age: 115 (Scarcely an adult in Talian society. Equivalent to a 13 year old in terms of privileges in a human society. During this time they would be perfecting their technique in their weapon of choice or magic art, sometimes both depending on the individual. The individual would also be crafting a masterpiece or taking their Trial of the Arms Master during this time, marking them as a warrior or crafter of their choosing within their community.)

Short History:
If there was one thing about Luna, she was always drawn to the night in one way or another. Her mother birthed her under the light of a full moon after a long labor, birthing a daughter of white hair. She was raised for the first thirty years of her life by her mother, then was sent to the village priestess to undertake apprenticeship as a Neophyte to the Goddess of the Nature. Her life involved three decades of studying and perfecting her knowledge in magic theory before taking the Trial of Vision, where she would be sent with a single guard into the wilderness, not to return until she had her first vision, a sign the Goddess of Nature had indeed claimed her and to what end.

So it came to pass that Luna had reached sixty years of age and was sent on her trial. During their time in the wilderness she awoke from a dream, the cry of a dying creature awakening her. The small bird had fallen from its nest and managed to injure itself. Her powers chose to manifest at that moment, healing the bird. Though she had no vision her powers manifested, signalling the completion of the rite.

For the next five decades she underwent both magical and physical training, poising herself to become a Battle Cleric of the Nature Goddess. Fate seemed to have other plans for her however. Her village was raided while the warriors were away resolving a territorial dispute. While all Talians are trained in combat, they were no match for the skills and cunning of bandits that were for all purposes professional mercenaries and infiltrators if the job interested them.

Luna was taken during the raid, but she unlike the other trainee warriors had an ace up her sleeve. She bargained, agreeing to serve the bandits in exchange for letting the rest of the warriors go. The bargain was presented to the bandit leader who agreed and let the warriors, stripped of their belongings go. Despite not enjoying her time among the bandits she bided her time, poisoning the bandits with various plant life. This was only after four years in earning their trust.

Happy for her freedom, but not happy with the prospect of losing say over her life she decided to head to the nearest human settlement and provide services in healing to those who could not afford it. That is until she heard of the wicked necromancer being freed. She once more decided to pick up her blade and serve the cause of good and put down the man who had caused so much trouble and violation of nature's order by raising the dead.

Appearance:

~Heaven's Needle: Valenti's Return

I'll put up the IC today sometime.

~Heaven's Needle: Valenti's Return

Chocobo said
Name: Kairi RuskoGender: FemaleSpecies: ElfAge: 24Short History: Kairi was born in the forest to the leader of the guild of hunters, Ixale Rusko. From a young age her father trained her in the arts of hunting and survival, by the age of 9 she was able to hunt and skin a rabbit. And by 14 she was a experienced hunter, however this is when things went bad. A note was delivered to Kairi, her father had been killed in the great war. Suddenly she was an orphan and in charge of her fathers guild. She spent the next 10 years training herself, and recruiting for the guild. When word broke out that the king was looking for help, Kairi was more than happy to join.Abilities: Kairi is an expert shot with a bow, however close quarters combat is where she falls flat.Appearance:

Just a heads up. You're accepted but your picture is broken.

~Heaven's Needle: Valenti's Return

Eh, rather not. Default high fantasy types here ideally.

~Heaven's Needle: Valenti's Return

Im not entirely sure what you mean by arcane tech. Just show us what's on your mind.

~Heaven's Needle: Valenti's Return

Sure. Again, as long as everything makes sense I'm not one to say no. I'm not sure what you mean by arcane tech. Shooting for high fantasy type environment.

~Heaven's Needle: Valenti's Return

Invictus said
Times like these when I wish there was a like button.

^-~ indeed

Cake said
Can we have a character who doesnt like combat.In particular a dark mage who doesn't want to be one.

Seems counter-intuitive to have a pacifist join a cause knowing there will be extensive combat involved. However, I don't like unreasonably limiting people. So, when it comes to times like we can use the reasonable person standard. If you can reasonably justify it then I see no harm. It might be easier to actually have them be a former compatriot. A thought, but lets see what you come up with. =)