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Current Arc: Prolouge

The Red Dragons

• Natalia Alvaine, Commander: Fire
  • NPC, Faction Leader
• Wolfgang Kreigsmann, Rank I: Fire
• Brand, Rank I: Fire
• Morgana Alano, Rank IV:    Shadow   
• Kaguya Kazeuoka, Rank III: Air
• Barkley Birch, Rank V: Air
• Georgia Robynn, Rank IV: Earth
• Rosa, The Sanguine Sister, Rank I: Water
• Rouncy du Aigle of Wolf Crest, Rank V: Earth
• Afar Ben Horef, Rank I: Water
• Trevor, Rank V: Light
• Mira, Rank V: Water
• Iyo, Rank I:    Shadow   
• Osmund, Devout of Morbus, God of Diseases, Rank V:    Shadow   
• Ryuzaki Suzu, Rank IV:    Shadow   
• Victoria Staudenmaier, Rank I: Air
• Arvel "Tams" Tamerlane, Rank IV: Light
• Itellia of Gothal, Rank V, Water
• Soseki Biamonte, Rank III: Light

edited 24th Jan '17 7:17:58 PM by GrimHelm

Suggestion: The Clockwork Town of Chronopus (Pronounced Crone-opus)

Far south of the line is a massive desert flat. The place is regarded as completely uninhabitable.

Of course, that's wrong. There are two known towns. One is Last-One-Standing, which is actually an independent nation that nobody bothered to conquer (because the land is awful and the people are too tough to surrender.).

The other is the Clockwork Town of Chronopus. Some say it's just a myth, a mirage, seen by tired travelers on the verge of heatstroke, but Chronopus is very much real.

It was established about a century ago, by a brilliant smith known as Ulf Hendersson. With his nation on the verge of being assimilated by the Empire, he and about 85 survivors fled into the desert. They would have died, had they not found a massive reservoir of water under the ground. At this point, it was not called "Chronopus". We'll get there later.

While charting the area, a lone scout discovered a strange metallic substance jutting from the sand. Upon examination by Ulf, he found it was charged with prana. And there were literally tons of it all over the desert. He dubbed it "Spellsteel", and set to work.

Now it's now!

The town is powered by a 3 Spellsteel "Central Cogs", which are self-powered. These power almost everything in the town by connection to smaller gears, from the well to the lamps. Whe one looks closely, they can see gears running up the buildings, and can feel them turning under the roads.

Automatons

The soldiers of Chronopus. Basically empty suits of armor made animate by the same clockwork that powers the city. All have porcelain masks where the faces would be on normal beings.

Spellsteel

A special material only found in small clusters in remote locations, this golden metal is charged with an unbelievable amount of raw prana. This metal, when refined, can greatly enhance a spellweaver's power. Alternatively, a single spell can be bound to a ring made of spellsteel, and that spell can be cast with lessened prana consumption.

edited 23rd Jan '17 1:39:50 PM by ctrl_alt_deliiiight

The RP has started, Link here.

Grim, may I ask that you put together all accepted signups in some sort of master post, perhaps at the first signup/discussion post? That's just for easy access. <.<

Done.

Will be updating every chapter.

http://m.imgur.com/mTLDRvm

I felt kind of left out because I had no appearance art for Wolfgang, so I made some in heromachine. Unfortunately, It's a very limiting system. I can't make him look any older. So, until I get some real art done of him, pretend the book in his hand is bound in dragonhide and is not a bible and pretend the picture actually looks his age.

Also, Wolfgang's spell list needs fixing. I can't do that because the of the ban, so I'll do it here.

First, Wolfgang's "enchantment" spells (That I were about to add right before I got banned) would fit better under support, so he does not have the enchant specialty. It's OK though, he hasn't used it yet.

Angelfire: Wolfgang infuses himself or an ally with fire prana. This boosts the base power of any damaging spell, and gives it additional fire damage. This includes water affinity attacks. Somehow. Has a cosmetic effect on the recipient, which in this case, is red, glowing irises.

Archonflame: Wolfgang infuses himself or an ally with fire prana, greatly boosting their physical strength. This one has a cosmetic effect as well, a full-body aura that takes the appearance of transparent flame.

Only one Angelfire and one Archonflame may be active at a time, and cannot be on the same creature.

He is also training himself to get the Bane specialty. When he actually learns it, here are the spells I was planning

Feyfire: A pale violet glow surrounds and outlines the target. Outlined foes shed light about as bright as a candle. They are unable to hide under the cover of darkness, invisibility, blurring, or displacement.

Fiendfire: Really makes their blood boil. Cauterizes wounds, causes damage over time, temporarily disables healing and regeneration.

Only one Feyfire and one Fiendfire may be active at the same time, but these can be on the same creature.

edited 25th Jan '17 2:07:23 PM by ctrl_alt_deliiiight

Have something about Itellia's homeland away from her homeland.

• Suggested Place: The Gothal-Rozel Border Marsh

Despite being known to most countries for most of recorded history, the place lacks a name entirely. Several colloquial names exist by those who live close enough to it, like "The Lightless Swamp" and "Untreaded Othon", the latter after some folk religion that revered it as a kind of living, thinking underworld. Since it's just about uninhabited, it represents a grey area of ownership, with neither Gothal or Rozel sure if they actually want to lay claim to this unusable land. Hence, it has no official name.

The area itself has some very fertile soil underneath the muck on the floor, leading to the marsh's canopy being thick enough that you're expected to bring a source of light along at all times. Not a torch, ideally, because of the bursts of swamp gas not playing well with fire, but something less combustible.

The darkness of the marsh hides a great deal of lost items abandoned after people turn tail, scattered underneath the water and available for anyone to pick up. However, since the swamp proves impenetrable for most, groups of thieves and adventurers end up just contributing to the problem. Indeed, the fearsome reputation of Othon is only built up further when seasoned veterans end up running back in cowardice.

Most people describe whatever brief trips they have as thoroughly miserable experiences, with a constant oppressive air thick in the mists. Things move just outside the field of vision, and people usually leave before the first night...which is a mostly unfounded reaction.

Life in the swamp is actually mostly benign. There are a great deal of slime-based creatures living in there, and some grow to titanic proportions, but they're the most dangerous living thing around. Sure, there is barely anything edible, and the noxious gasses don't work well with a man's psyche, but it appears that there is something else causing this swamp's reputation.

The Lightless Swamp has always been described as intensely magical, which is true. It seems that long ago, by some unknown party, a thick aura of sheer uncomfortableness and paranoia was laid down over the place. There are those who can break through the notion of this being a dangerous place, through bravado or insanity, see that it's barely more harmful than anywhere else in the world.

As to what caused this place to become so magically infused, it's a mystery to the ages that nobody but the rare bored scholars of Gothal seem to want to crack. As far as anyone can tell, it's been as dreary and inhospitable as ever for all of recorded history, but someone or something must've wanted people to stay out in the distant past.

i will admit, i'm having a bit of fun with my titles

Might as well finish up next post and get us to Wurd...

ah, Grim, you've missed Rouncy and Suzu interacting with the lone woman. <.<

Sumanai, that was a WIP. Had to go to work. Editted now.

I have 2 reserve characters here. Don't know when or even if they'll come into play, but I'm keeping them here so I don't forget. If the RP goes long enough and multiple characters are allowed, let me know.

Gorr

Name: Gorr, the Blood Berserker

Age: 35 in orc years

Gender: M

Role: Shock Trooper

Appearance: Red skin, lazy eye, shaved head, very physically imposing. When not in battle, he uses a hooded cloak with gloves to disguise himself.

Race: Blood Orc

Home Nation: Bloodfist Clan tribelands

Years of Service: N/A

Ranking: N/A

Affinity: Water (Blood Subtype)

Specialty: N/A

Spells: N/A

Abilities and Equipment:

Orcish Double-Axe

An axe with blades on both sides of the handle. Gorr is proficient in use of this unusual weapon.

Blood Frenzy

Whenever a Blood Orc comes into contact with the freshly spilled blood of another creature, that orc absorbs it through the skin and gets an incremental boost in strength, heals wounds, and gains damage reduction, but also gradually falls into a mindless blood rage. The boosts start out small, but each individual creature slain causes them to stack. Unfortunately, as the benefits stack, the bloodlust intensifies, and eventually, the orc attacks friend and foe alike. Unless you're like Gorr, one of the few Orcs with the mental capacity to differentiate between the two even when impaired.

Spontaneous Mutation

Orc genetics are very unstable (that's why they can breed with almost anything). Because of this, in rare cases, certain orcs spontaneously mutate when either their life is in extreme danger, or they're very, very angry. Muscle mass practically doubles, they gain massive resistance to most types of damage, and their intelligence degenerates to an animal state. These effects are temporary, and leave said orc completely exhausted after they end.

Scent

Gorr can smell fresh blood from a great distance.

Personality: Though he doesn't speak the common tongue very well, he is much smarter than your average orc (which isn't saying much). Very superstitious and spiritual, and a gentle giant when not in combat. In combat, however, he's a raving psychopath who lusts for the blood of his enemies.

Bio: Gorr was always different from his fellow Blood Orc clanmates. While they focused solely on conquest and pillaging, Gorr wanted something more. He asked the tribe's shaman (one of the very, very few literate orcs still in the wilderness) for advice, and was told to look in the loot pile. The clan had recently raided a caravan carrying scrolls and tomes of all sorts of subjects. And like orcs do, they were going to burn them. Gorr, however, had other plans. He had managed to save quite a few of them. With these, the shaman taught Gorr of the spirits, of civilization, and most importantly, how to read. From the books, Gorr had learned combat tecniques, tactics, weapon crafting, and anger management. Though his wealth of knowledge greatly increased his standing in the tribe's hierarchy, he still felt didn't belong there. With the shaman as his only witness, he juryrigged a weapon out of salvaged woodcutting axes and fled into the night.

That was several years ago. Nowadays, Gorr is a wanderer, always ready to lend a helping hand if the price is right (which is usually pretty low.)

Keeps a cat he adopted as a kitten for company. Her name is Cat.

Wulfric

Name: Wulfric Drogos, The Wyvern Rider

Age: 41

Gender: M

Role: Scout, Air Support

Appearance: Tall, heavily muscled, short brown hair, brown eyes, white skin, lantern jaw, bears a scar on his left cheek from a Wyvern talon. Wears heavy, dull, black armor. The color is black due to it being made of an electricity resistant material.

Race: Human

Home Nation: Belandi

Years of Service: 10 years in the Belandi military.

Ranking: N/A

Affinity: Fire (Lightning Subtype)

Specialty: Offense, Bind, Enchant

Spells:

Thunderbolt

Wulfric enchants a javelin with electricity and throws it, causing to arc like an actual lightning bolt. Usually used from above.

Chain Lightning

Throws a bolt of electricity at a foe, which chains into nearby foes, up to 16 of them. Each foe struck lessens the power of the next chain.

Thunderclap

Wulfric claps his hands together to produce a shockwave.

Call Lightning

Lightning strikes a single creature. Does bonus damage in stormy conditions.

Shocking Strike

Wulfric enchants his hands with electricity. He can deliver a powerful punch, and also climb walls and ceilings with static cling.

Tempest

Wulfric's most powerful spell. He surges with power for several seconds, striking all foes in a large radius.

Bound creature: Athelynda the Wyvern

Wulfric's companion and mount. Only slightly larger than a draft horse. Has black scales, yellow eyes. Usually flies, can breath fire when needed. Weak to arrows.

Abilities and Equipment:

Polyglot

Along with the Common tongue, Wulfric is fluent in Orcish, Dwarven, Elven, and Draconic.

"Lígetrask"

Wulfric's standard issue Halberd. He purchased it after his service ended. Due to being charged so much, the weapon has a permanent electric effect.

Javelins

Basically throwing spears. Wulfric keeps a lot of them.

Training

Wulfric has formal combat training

Personality: Very much a boisterous bruiser, but underneath his vigor and valor, has a bit of an inferiority complex. Grew up hearing the stories of great heroes, and aspires to be remembered among the legends.

Bio: When Wolfgang Kriegsmann left the empire 42 years ago, he did not leave the empire by himself. He helped a large group of people escape. One of these people was a young woman named Natascha Drogos. Unfortunately, through circumstances long forgotten, they both ended up drunk, one thing led to another, and soon enough, she was bearing an illegitimate son. Wolfgang had left before she had found out she was with child, and she ended up having to raise young Wulfric by herself.

Hannes was born in a small village. His mother had worked her fingers to the bone to support the two of them. Thanks to her dedication, he was able to get an education at a small-time wizard's college at the age of 18.

This knowledge would come in handy 4 years later, when the village was being marauded by goblins. While he was taking them out in large groups, he didn't notice the goblin warbird rider swooping down to snatch him up. Unfortunately for the bird, fate had other plans. A hungry wyvern spotted a feast, and dove right for the bird.

The Wyvern, which he had dubbed Athelynda, was originally just a big hungry reptile who saw an opportunity and took it. Hannes had an entirely different impression. He tracked down the Wyvern's nest and spent the next (painful) year befriending it. Though they're inseperable today, one wouldn't have seen it back then. Athelynda fought him constantly, until one fateful day where Wulfric saved her life from a rival female.

3 years later, after many temporary jobs, many goblin raids, and marrying his childhood friend Grete, Wulfric decided it was high time to start seriously supporting his aging mother. He and Athelynda flew to the capital of Belandi and registered in the military, where he quickly became of the best scout units in the province. Though a decorated soldier, his 10-year tour of duty was complete and he was forced to retire. Of course, he still had to support his mother, which prompted him to become a mercenary for hire. Though his job takes him far and wide, he often returns home to be with his wife and his 16-year-old son, Randolf.

He is currently doing various odd jobs, but his primary concern as of late is finding his father and making him answer for abandoning him and Natascha.

edited 10th Feb '17 9:20:24 PM by ctrl_alt_deliiiight

Grimhelm, Itellia did mention how many they'll be having a few posts up.

...Crap. Umm. Point still stands, almost full up.

EDIT: Will work on it next post.

edited 10th Feb '17 10:12:33 AM by GrimHelm

I think we're just waiting on you, Grim.

Actually, Delight, he was waiting on me to post. Which I have now done.

Ah, ok. Glad to know we're not dead.

edited 16th Feb '17 10:16:15 PM by ctrl_alt_deliiiight

Guess I spoke too soon.

Life is a bitch.

I'm sorry...I just...had a lot to deal with.

We're not dead.

Regauging interest. Who's still with me?

wassuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuup

I am confused but here.

Yep

Yo.

Yes me is here.

RESUR-FREAKIN-RECTED!...

Oh, wait.

edited 8th May '17 8:51:16 AM by ctrl_alt_deliiiight