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Rembrandt Township
April 13, X903
Rising Starborn Guild Hall


The hall was alive with the sounds of guild members mixing and mingling, clients and guild hall bar patrons coming and going and also laughing and talking with the guild members. The last couple of years Jenna and the founding members of the guild had put in a lot of work to begin showing the townsfolk and guardsmen that the immigrant mages that made up the guild were not only good people but genuinely and truly wanted to help them with their problems and for the most part, that’s exactly what happened. While it was well known that there were a few members of the guard that still believed that the immigrant mages were more dangerous than they showed themselves to be, the town and bulk of the guard were either indifferent or enthusiastic to have the guild there.

Jenna herself was busy helping a group of the guild’s mages get set up with some instruments and a couple of microphones and humming to herself. One of the mages, who was testing the drum set that they’d just set up, heard her and smiled. “You’re looking forward to this, eh boss?” The mage in question was well known in the guild; one Trent Enroar, the Knife Trick mage. He and a few the other members of the guild, who were all on stage with various instruments, had been meeting with Guild Master Jenna for about a month and a half now. She herself stood from making sure the microphones were set up right and grinned, the elongated fangs she bore as a side effect of her magic showing.

“Course I am. When was the last time we got to put on a show?” Trent chuckled as the rest of the band finished their sound checks and she took the front center position on the stage, her red hair practically glowing under the performance lights as she stood at her full seven foot, 4 inch height as the band started strumming and she took the microphone off it’s stand. “Ladies and gentleman of the Rising Starborn and the lovely town of Rembrandt, today, for the first time in five years, me and the band get to perform and it’s for all you wonderful people! Enjoy!” As the band properly started in on the intro for the song, Jenna’s vocal power kicked in.

"Oh no, I just keep on falling (Back to the same old)
And where's hope, when misery comes crawling? (Oh my way, eh)
With your fate, you'll trigger a landslide (Victory)
And kill off this common sense of mine
And it takes acquired minds
To taste, to taste, to taste this wine
You can't down it with your eyes
So we don't need the headlines
We don't need the headlines, we just want
(We want the airwaves back, we want the airwaves back)
Everybody sing
Like it's the last song you will ever sing
Tell me, tell me do you feel the pressure now?
Everybody live
Like it's the last day you will ever see
Tell me, tell me do you feel the pressure now?
Right now, you're the only reason (I'm not letting go, oh)
And time out, if everyone's worth pleasing (Well ha)
You'll trigger a landslide (Victory)
To kill off the finite state of mind
And it takes acquired minds
To taste, to taste, to taste this wine
You can't down it with your eyes
So we don't meet the headlines
No, we don't want your headlines, we just want
(We want the airwaves back, we want the airwaves back)
Everybody sing
Like it's the last song you will ever sing
Tell me, tell me do you feel the pressure now?
Everybody live
Like it's the last day you will ever see
Tell me, tell me do you feel the pressure now?
Everybody sing
Like it's the last song you will ever sing
Tell me, tell me do you feel the pressure?
Alright, so you think you're ready?
OK, then you say this with me, go:
We were born for this (We were born for this)
Alright, so you think you're ready?
OK, then you say this with me, go:
We were born for this (We were born for this)
We were born for this (We were born for this)
We were born for, we were born for
Everybody sing
Like it's the last song you will ever sing
Tell me, tell me can you feel the pressure?
Everybody live
Like it's the last day you will ever see
Tell me, tell me can you feel the pressure now?
Everybody sing
Like it's the last song you will ever sing
Tell me, tell me can you feel the pressure?
Tell me, tell me can you feel the pressure?
We were born for this (We were born for this)
We were born for this"


Her body moved smoothly and in rhythm with the song, almost perfectly and the band complimented her perfectly. They finished the first song and moved on to the next, the Amazonian guild master singing each song with the moves to match. The bar tender, one of the guild’s founding members, smiled to herself. “Bloody show off, she is.” A patron over heard and smiled at her.

“Jealous, Karma?”

“Hardly, just get a chuckle out of her over the top personality.” All around the main floor of the guild hall, the different members were having their own reactions, though most danced along.
Spartan Lucas Ryker and Infiltrator Comi'Masam


Leading a group of warthogs and a couple of other needlehogs, Ryker and Comi were already inside the breach, lighting up any infantry that they could see. However, once they were inside the walls, the needlehogs were in a very different situation, as their munitions were worthless against the walls and heavier protections offered by the urban environment. The warthogs equipped with standard armaments would have the penetration to clear out walls without having to risk their crews, but Ryker and the other needlehogs were going to have to hope they could catch the defenders between positions as they raced through the streets. {Light armor group is inside the walls and doing what we can to push back the city defenders. What's the plan for securing the buildings as we move? Needlehogs are good against infantry, but not much else.}

Comi, meanwhile, was lighting up every Unggoy, Kig-yar, and Sangheili that exposed themselves long enough to take more than a couple of needles, keeping any of them holding anti-tank weaponry from getting an actual shot on both the Warthogs and the approaching scorpions and wraiths.
Jason Connor






As he walked, Jason let out a low whistle at all the scholarly types walking around the area and stopped to look around a moment. Starbor seemed to have everything, but somehow it wasn't the capitol of the region. Well, that actually makes sense on second thought. Where would they put the Professor's lab for starters? First he set to exploring a little bit, seeing if there were any Pokemon that made their home down here amongst the learned before setting to asking, or at least trying to ask, various professors if they could point him to the person who was looking into the legend of the shrine. As he approached the first of the professors he could see, Jason was sure of two things; one, that there were good odds that he would get laughed at at least a few times for chasing a legend and two, that he'd be confused for a student, even though he had Slayer resting on his shoulder to help try and ensure that didn't happen.

However, he didn't get to ask the first professor he saw anything as a sudden throng of students exiting their classes separated him and the educator from each other and the person managed to disappear into the mass of bodies, leaving Jason to find someone else to ask. If none of the professors could direct him to the researcher hunting for the shrine, he would head to the library and see if the librarians knew anything, but hopefully it wouldn't come to that.
The year is X903 and magic has seen a spread from its former primary centralization in the kingdom of Fiore. Over the last hundred years, the mage guilds of Fiore have begun to centralize their power bases and job requests and for many mages of many walks of life, that did not sit well as it grew more and more common. Ten years ago, in the year X893, in response to the growing outcry of wizards who had no desire to be ‘corporatized’ as it was called, Fiore’s Magic Council authorized any wizard with a desire to leave the country to do so. At this same time, other countries were allowing similar immigrations, as they hoped to snag magics that either hadn’t yet appeared in their country before or was incredibly rare. Many mages from Fiore found themselves migrating towards the Kingdom of Pergrande, a militaristic country where, until the immigrants began arriving, magic was a rarity and those who had it were essentially made Lords of the land and given the title of War Mage. While these War Mages were not particularly fond of the sudden uptake of magic due to the immigrants from Fiore and other countries, they were willing to work with them and help them adjust.

However, many of these mages made it clear that there were many of the militant kingdom’s laws that they did not agree with and would not respect if they were forced to. Among them was concerns of what magics were declared ‘evil’ by the royalty of the kingdom, primarily various Slayer magics and any magic that “tampered or affected the spirits and minds of the target or targets.” This scope included many celestial mages and Shaman magic practitioners, who spoke out in response to finding out about these laws. Brief skirmishes were had between the mages and royal army and nearly saw all the mages kicked out before the War Mages found a solution that both sides agreed upon. Shaman magic practitioners were made exceptions and celestial mages were no longer designated as magic that fit the criteria of evil magics.

The reason the celestial mages were classified under evil magic was because of a fundamental misunderstanding of celestial magic itself within the Kingdom of Pergrande due to a lack of celestial mages within the kingdom. Ultimately, the immigrated mages are left to their own devices so long as they are not disruptive. Many have tried to start new guilds within the kingdom, or at least small groups and communities that they can all rely on, but many of the people of the kingdom are resilient to relying on the new mages for more dangerous jobs that have had mortality rates before. “They’re outsiders, they can’t be trusted.” Every time they would offer to take a more dangerous job over for the guards, so that they could be with their families, those were but two of the many arguments against it. Many of the War Mages have advocated that with the arrival of new mages and magics there needs to be a reevaluation of many of the kingdom’s stances, but just as many, along with nearly all the nobility, including the Royal Family, refuse to see it that way.

What stories will be told in this new realm of possibility and royal intrigue? Only time will tell as the immigrant mages try to build their lives in a new home.



Upcoming new guild-Rising Starborn


Based in the town of Rembrandt within the Pergrande Kingdom, this up and coming guild is led by Jenna Wolfsbane, a master of Takeover magic using a variety of wolf-based forms. The guild recently came to be well known for taking over a larger range of jobs since the town guard’s recent decimation by a powerful and unfamiliar monster, as well as respected by many in the town for doing what they can to help the town and its people. However, they still face many challenges, as most townsfolk are merely indifferent to them and wouldn't come to their defense the way the guild would them.



And now, of course, the rules.

  • 1. Standard rules of Roleplaying apply, no mary/gary-sues, god-modding or powerplaying etc.
  • 2. This is not a completely serious Roleplay, Fairy Tail-esque humor will be involved, things such as the ridiculous magic and personalities are allowed and to an extent expected but don't bog down the Roleplay by putting jokes where they don't belong or being downright offensive.
  • 3. Absolutely no canon characters or copycats. Similar magic is allowed, but original magic is encouraged and appreciated. There’s a lot we never saw in the show.
  • 4. If you have been absent for an extended period of time and wish to rejoin the RP, please ask in the OOC before doing something in the IC. If you wish to make a new character you may, but only two characters in total are permitted per player.
  • 5. Remember we're creating a guild, not everyone is going to be as powerful as Gildarts or have the potential to become the next master like Laxus, some will never be stronger (Macao and Wakaba for example aren’t necessarily weak, but they don’t gain strength).
  • 6. There is a TWO POST rule, meaning that you have to wait for two separate posts before posting yourself, though this will be flexible.
  • 7. Remember have fun and help make this an enjoyable Roleplay!
Jason Connor






After leaning against the railing for what seemed a couple of months, Jason sighed and smiled. He had a whole adventure in front of him and solid partners to make that journey with. He could handle this, even if he did it one day at a time. Pulling Slayer's ball from his belt, he spins it before letting his first partner out of his ball. "Well buddy, we've had an exciting first couple of days. Fighting that poacher to save Sable, nearly ending up a statistic when we met Occisor, having Avem and Murus join the team and Beating Lucha and adding her to the team. Been quite the rush already huh?" The Ralts looked at his trainer and nodded, smiling as only it could.

"Ralts ral ra ralts!" Jason smiled in return and nodded, patting his partners head before standing up.

"You got that right, buddy. Come on, let's go continue this adventure of ours. The Evig region awaits!" With Slayer in tow, Jason heads for the lift to head down to the ground level and then pauses as he reevaluates things. Actually...I wanted to investigate that myth before heading into the marsh... With that in mind, he instead heads for the Scholar District to see if he could find the person looking for it. After all, things were easier with two heads than one.
Spartan Lucas Ryker and Infiltrator Comi'Masam


The moment the needlehog hit the ground, Lucas slammed the gas pedal down to the floor, the lighter vehicle racing ahead of the heavier and slower Scorpion and Wraith tanks as he got the marine and Comi lines of sight on the defensive emplacements that were firing on the landing zone. "Light them up, Corporal!" The marine, using a DMR, was already picking targets from around the gun emplacements as Comi'Masam spun up the needle cannon, rapidly sending needle spikes sailing into all the soft targets that were exposed along the wall and near it. {Spartan Ryker here, I'm heading the light armor group in a needlehog. Aside from those turrets, anyone see other priority soft targets for us?}
Spartan Lucas Ryker


Lucas wasted no time in climbing swiftly into the driver's seat of his needlehog, two marines manning his passenger seat and another his gun as he gives a thumbs up that he's ready. "Locked, cocked, and ready to rock, Commander."

Infiltrator Comi'Masam


Approaching Ryker's modified warthog, the marine on the gun nodded and hopped off, allowing her to take over and join her comrade in his vehicle of choice. Waiting until he finished, she gave the SPARTAN-IV a grin. "Remind you of anything, Ryker?" The Spartan nodded, a grin behind his own helmet.

"Teren Outpost, thought the thing was more of a fortress. UNSC lead that one though. Hope this is as much fun."
Jason Connor






Sighing as Connor headed in, Jason decides to let the man have some peace of mind and heads out and away from the Contest Hall. He hums to himself as he walks around, noting each new Pokemon but not really looking to catch any of them as he goes. Eventually, he comes to a platform with a view of the lake and just stands, thoughtful about the journey ahead of him.
Jason Connor






Jason listened to Connor speak as he watched the contest himself, clapping when appropriate but otherwise just enjoying the change of scenery from traditional battles. When Connor finished, he took a moment to reply so he didn't say anything that wouldn't come across as he intended. "Well, for the record, I see nothing wrong with you wanting to do contests or anything else you want to. Hell, I grew up in Hoenn, the birthplace of Pokemon Contests, where people from all walks of life came to take part. Without prying, as that isn't my place, I will say at some point, mate, you have to do what makes you happy and fuck the rest, even if they're close to you."
Jason Connor






"Yeah, and I'm the champion of the Hoenn League. Connor, I'm from the birthplace of Pokemon Contests. You don't need to hide that you're an aspiring Coordinator. I won't judge you for it." He joined the man in watching the current contest happening. "Take it you've been tryin' to hide this from Kapoc?"
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