Song of Heroes OOC (Medieval Fantasy RP, Open)

[Absolon-7]

Song of Heroes
A Catnip Plantation production!

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Legends foretell of a song eternally encased in a magic flask created by the First Wizard. A song so powerful it would rip whole landmasses apart and shape reality to the whims of whomsoever controlled the flask. Time has devoured what the First Wizard accomplished with the song along with the very reason he created it but what still remains are distant echoes of its majesty. Its tunes and lyrics so beautiful it could bring even the blackest of hearts to childhood tears. This awe inspiring song’s location has been lost since memories long gone but mentions of it appear in the distant forgotten corners of the world and it has been dubbed the Song of Heroes!

Welcome to the Paean Legion!

Greetings from the Legion, Dear Adventurer

As a newly ordained member of our guild you can consider yourself many things: a mercenary, a pest exterminator, a courier, a day laborer, an errand boy, a spelunker, or an ruin explorer. Whatever your job is be sure that all who qualify are welcomed into the Legion. Whatever your background is you can rest assured you can find your place in our organization. Good tidings and please come back in one piece.

A Groundwork for the Legion’s Regulations

Since your application was approved it is now time for you to learn the ins and out of the Legion.

Pay

First off to catch your attention is pay. Every month you may request a stipend composed of a bank note that can be exchanged at any bank for the local currency whatever that may be. But is is expected that a majority of your income will come from contracts that you pick out from the bulletin board.

Contracts

At every Legion station a bulletin board will be highly visible where all manner of contracts can be seen. They range from helping out construction companies as extra labourers to tracking a greenskin lair and exterminating the goblins before they become a horde. The pay is set up by whomever registred the contract and is negotiated by administration by the expectation of difficulty and danger. Before the contract is started a small advance will be payed and the rest will be paid once completion is achieved. Upon completing proof must be brought to the nearest Legion base and a small percentage of the reward will be bestowed to the Legion as a fee. There is a restriction on what types of contracts may be taken by the legionnaire's rank.

Boons

One of the more coveted benefits of being a part of the Legion are Heroic Boons. Members who are accepted into the Legion are exposed to the Singing Stone, a powerful artifact which grants a single blessing to each member, closely related to their area of expertise. Whenever a member of the Legion moves up in the ranks, a ceremony is held where they are allowed to be touched by the Singing Stone once again, upgrading their Boon.

Ranks

Ranks within the Paean Legion are represented by the color of the complementary cloak given to each member, the colors being red, blue, purple, gold and white, with white being the highest ranking given to members. Starting from blue, heroes can take on apprentices, with the exact number depending on their rank and ranging from 2 to 8. Ranks also determine certain benefits such as more prestigious missions, access to better equipment, higher valued bank notes, and methods of transport. In addition, White Cloaks are required to offer advice and training to lower-ranked legionnaires.

A Discourse on The Wider World

A fertile land of haunting forests, tyrannical mountains, welcoming prairies, and pugnacious rivers, the Heartlands are a many a springboard for long past empires and conquerors but as of now are in a state of relative peace. Said long past glories have left a multitude of lairs, dungeons, and cursed realms dotted among its vast capes and prove too dangerous for the average farmer or city-dweller to explore. In a large cape to the Heartland’s north is the home of the Tyranny of Thapsus. The prosperous homeland of elves is now a superpower of its own right as it has subjugated many nations around its borders and expanded overseas. Thapsus is one of the main private donors to the Paean Legion which is located in the pint-sized human dominated Republic of Velathri which itself is close to the mouth of the Aria River providing swift initial travel upriver for would be adventurers.

Said river provides regular flooding along its immense basin providing a rich farmland accompanying the Heartlands temperate climate. Villages and towns are often not that far apart bar the mountains and borderlands. The great Aria River splits the land to two areas: Greater Atrium, where the majority of civilized lands are to be found, and Lesser Atrium, where the forests, hills, and prairies give way to the festering swamplands of the South but a good number of countries and communities are still to be found. A myriad of kingdoms and other countries hug the river and many a states populate swaths of the landscape offering a variety of places to live and work opportunities. Plenty of jobs for upcoming adventurers are to be found in this bustling corner of the world.

The bog is a dark, damp, infested with all manner of poisonous insects and plants. Not long ago, settlers, primarily humans started populating the area, making the swamp slightly more livable. What made the settlement of Nathmor worth the risk was the incredibly valuable ingredients found in the rare insects and plants that made it up. Thus began the bustling hub of buying and selling extremely potent poisons and potions, making the once dead swamp, much more navigable and even profitable. Nathmor trained unique warriors, closer to assassins than more traditional warriors with them relying on finesse, small knives, their knowledge of alchemy and guerilla tactics to ensure the settlement and the many traders that pass through are fiercely protected.

The Tejis Desert, home and presumed birthplace of the dragons. These powerful and magical creatures primarily kept to themselves, only venturing from their home in search of food if it was sparse. However, humans, bold as they were, decided to try build a city there. It did not take long for it to fall apart at the seams with little resources to sustain it. The dragons though it amusing, but the boldness of the tiny people impressed them enough that they were bestowed a gift: A massive, magical flame placed at the center. The dragons insisted that those who give themselves to the flame will find themselves sustained by it. They didn’t expect the humans to take it so literally, some of them insane enough to jump wholly into the flame. Most didn’t survive, but some did and received a portion of them flame’s seemingly limitless power. Now, nearly all races travel far and wide both to see the beautiful gift and to learn the art of pyromancy.

Pristine, majestic and unconquerable are only a few of the words that king and explorer alike have used to describe the lands north of the Tharros, the vicious river that separates the Northern Reaches from the lands below. The Skywall Ridge, the single largest mountain range on Requiem, stretches out throughout the eastern edge of the Northern Reaches, preventing access to the eastern seas, and veers westward as it nears the northern edge, separating the civilized world from the seldom-explored lands beyond the Skywall. The only reasonable way to access these lands is by taking a path through the mountains called Giant’s Pass, but the cursed ruins of the ancient fortress, Caer Rhonwal, dissuade all but the bravest of adventurers from setting foot there. Crowning the Skywall is the Skyfire Peak, a majestic mountain stretching far beyond the sea of clouds; all sorts of things are said about the summit, such as it being home to a deity, or a mighty dragon, but few have ever reached the top and returned.

But there is much more to the Northern Reaches than the Skywall Ridge. The boreal forests, snowy hills and forgotten caves that dominate most of the region are home to dangerous prowling beasts, and the lair of many a powerful creature can be found here; roving groups of vicious bandits are also not uncommon. As one approaches the southern half of the Reaches, marshlands start appearing, though these are no more habitable than the the snowy forests further north. Despite the challenge that the Reaches pose to anyone who would settle in it, many prosperous enclaves of civilization exist. One such haven is the Dominion of Issgard, inhabited by the hardy snow elf people. Surrounded on one side by a massive frozen lake and on the other by the Skywall Ridge, Issgard is a natural fortress that has withstood many hardships and continues to be one of the foremost civilizations in the Reaches, taming the frozen lands with sheer wit and grit.

Now, despite the grim picture that the above description may paint, with only the most willful of tribes managing to prosper in these cruel lands, not everything in the Reaches is as merciless. In fact, small patches of kinder terrain do exist. Tucked away in the southeast is Rosen Vale, a green valley nourished by a tributary of the Tharros, the river Gan. Inside that valley lies the prosperous city-state of An’Zarok, a prosperous metropolis dedicated to the worship of an ancient deity. Renowned as a place of leisure and pleasure, as well as the first major settlement one finds after crossing the Tharros via the Great Bridge, An’Zarok receives a large amount of visitors, furthering the city’s prosperity. The three nearby towns of Cinderbury, Shadowglen and Grim’s Hollow provide the city with food and other products, and An’Zarok’s charming, guileful denizens make sure that visitors keep coming back. Their current king has ruled for three months, an unprecedented record in recent history.

Between the tides and crashing waves of the Eastern Ocean, the many islands of Svarnabhumi rose above the sea. A collection of islands and atolls, it inherited its name from the ancient thalassocracy that once unified the archipelago. While the old kingdom has fallen ages ago, its former glory is still remembered by the people of The Archipelago. Now, small kingdoms fight among themselves to claim the title as the inheritor of Karaton Svarnabhumi, and while the tumultuous water makes total conquest nigh-impossible, it would not deter the zealous princes and aspiring warlords from trying to achieve the impossible.

While each island has their own unique wildlife and biome, they are still located within the same area and share the same features. Lush forest often adorns the larger island, hiding beautiful floras and majestic faunas. Locals often share the story of fabulous beasts unknown to mainland visitors, like the tale of man-like monster whose whole body is covered with fur or the legend of a gigantic flower that would only sprout and bloom once in a blue moon. The smaller islets, seemingly bland compared to their larger cousins, are bestowed with untold riches within their craggy soil; diamonds bigger than a person’s head, colorful gems pinned to the walls of its many cliffs, and streams filled with gold sands. For these reasons, and many more, the archipelago managed to grow into the prosperous region that it is today.

But the Archipelago, for all its beauty, is no true paradise. Horrors lurks beneath the waves and behind the canopy of trees. A tribe of humanoid beast hunts the shores of Svarnabhumi, preying on the cattle -and sometimes the people- of seaside villages. Pirates plague the sea, scourging travelling ships and their load. Even if you managed to evade all those hazards, the Ocean itself conspires against you, sending torrents of water and maelstrom to halt your journey. The Eastern Archipelago is no man’s sea, a tyrannous force of nature that bows to no-one, no matter how hard the delusional Warlords would lie to themselves.

Supplied by the Four Great Rivers, the city-states of the center are centers of science, industry. religion and culture. There is little to the middle part of the continent save for the Four Rivers and the Great Cities. Though grassland and agriculture do exist, they are slowly being choked by growing mining and manufacturing operations. The terrain of the center is notoriously difficult outside of the roads, as the uneven and rocky terrain is too much for most travelers.

The City-States often form leagues which occasionally own large swaths of territory of both the center and the other regions. The Leagues are based mostly on ideology and location. The Merchant States of Nur, The Magocracies of Thayar, The Nine Princedoms of Ashar and The Theocracies of Shar are the four main Leagues. However, the Newfaith States of Kharan are growing in size and popularity.

The Cities are plagued by Vampires, Daemon Worshipers, Dark Cults, Serial Killers and all sorts of strange evils plague the cities. Contracts are plentiful, some more questionable than others.

OOC Introduction

Now for some OOC goodness! In this RP you’ll have the chance to create an adventurer freshly accepted into the renowned Paean Legion, a highly respected adventurer's guild revered for their commitment to conduct any number of odd jobs for a respectable price. One thing to keep in mind is while this RP is intended to have a focus on newbies to the Paean Legion so do keep that in mind although your character can have a past with combat and such. Anyways, there’ll be plenty of adventures henceforth. You just have to find them on the Legion bulletin board.

On Magic

As the app undoubtedly reveals, there is magic in this universe. You’re free to go with something simple or make up your own kind of magic if you want, but ensure that it is balanced and has decent lore behind it.The RP's setting has a very loose and vague way of magic but one thing there is a consensus is that Necromancy is a shunned and reviled form of magic not accepted in mainstream society. Magic is a learned skill that takes time to learn. How long depends on the quality of the magic.

General Fluff

-Gunpowder: History, Weaponry and Proliferation, courtesy of Finland SSR.
-The continent of Anthem, as depicted by the Nurian cartographer Finnius L. Sasr, courtesy of Finland SSR.
-The Velathiri Prices Index, courtesy of Finland SSR.
-A Brief History of Spice Trade in the Southern Regions, courtesy of Segral.
-Notable NPCs around the Paean Legion Velathri HQ, courtesy of me.
-The Thapsian Calender, courtesy of me.
-Stat Point Equivalence Levels, courtesy of Zarkenis Ultima.

Rules & Applications

1. Respect the OP and his Co-OPs, we’re here to make the game run smoothly and be the best it can for everyone.
2. Please read the whole OP, I know it’s asking a bit of work, but we worked seriously hard on it and it will really make the best of the RP if you use it to your advantage.
3. Follow all of the site’s rules, keep things PG-13 and be as kind to others as possible.
4. Follow standard RP etiquette (no godmodding, metagaming, etc).
5. Make sure to keep your grammar, writing quality, and effort up to par, if you need help with ideas or writing tips ask any of the Co-ops and they will be more than happy to help.
6. Five line minimum (from a desktop view); this can be bended in situations where there is little to respond to but try your best to adhere to it.
7. You can have multiple characters, but you have to have at least one character.
8. Stay as active as you can and try not to leave anyone hanging. If you’re going to be gone for a period of time and we can accommodate/work around the issue, as long as we’re informed beforehand.
9. Obligatory “have fun” rule.
10. Do your best to avoid making your character overpowered, balanced characters make stories more fun and suspenseful.
11. Remove ALL parentheses from your apps, please.
12. Obligatory Dark Souls referenceYou have great potential. Don't go and die over nothing.

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[Absolon-7]

Great Sage Orion's Fantastical Bestiary of the Heartlands and the Continental Center

Welcome welcome dear reader! It is I the great elven sage Orion. I since my youth have spent it being fascinated by the world around us and possessing a burning desire to understand it, study it, and explain it. When I am not almost being killed by exotic beasts I work as a adviser and educator to courts, town halls, and universities too. The purpose of this document is to be an abridged version of a much larger compendium I have published meant to be carried around by member of the Paean Legion. Or at least be used as a coffee stand for a Paean Legion base waiting lobby. Now to sit back, read, and don't get killed.

Goblins are an utter mockery of civilization in their squalid little hovels living parasitically in the shadows of other races. They are generally cruel and cowardly, torturing anything they catch to death and the cruelest ways for pure sadism, and generally running from any fight unless full of adrenaline, afraid of what would happen if they run, or outnumber the enemy by a substantial margin. Most Goblins are extremely weak as individuals, and so they would naturally band together in large groups or mobs as a form of protection under the leadership of a Shaman or Chief. They usually live in settlements ranging from a dozen to several thousand strong. Unlike most bipeds they have no females and have a reproductive cycle similar to fungus wherein they release tens of thousands of spores upon death, thankfully only a small margin develop to infantile stage and fewer still to adulthood which is reached at around 1 year of age.
Lifespan: Varies wildly. Height:3~4 feet. Danger: Null to Extreme

Ogres are primitive brutes reminiscent of ancient eons long past and are expectedly violent thugs. Ogres clothe themselves in animal pelts and uproot trees for use as crude tools and weapons as they are far too primitive for even simple metal work. When they establish lairs, they settle near the rural edges of civilized lands, taking advantage of poorly protected livestock, undefended larders, and unwary farmers. Ogres sometimes band together in small, nomadic groups, with sizes ranging from four to a few dozen but larger tribes are rumored to exist beyond the mountains mimicking civilized society in their own tribal conflicts and primitive religion. Occasionally they can be recruited as mercenaries but a hefty supply of meat and trinkets would be the bare minimum.
Lifespan: ~80 years. Height: ~12 feet. Danger: High

Trolls are the most primitive of bipeds, these rancid smelling brutes who thrive on brutality. They rely on a dangerous mix of ambush and group tactics in their hunting parties. They produce a noxious musk that is used to disorientate threats as well as high pitched shrieks. They can barely produce stone tools and much prefer using their own hands to kill prey although the odd one can be found lurking in stagnant bodies of water or under bridges. Their habitats range from dark forests, treacherous mountains, and festering swamps. They organize themselves in troops numbering up to a dozen and are made up of a large silverback, several females, and a few subordinate males. This social structure leads to a culture of many young frustrated males that display behavior even more cruel than usual.
Lifespan: ~20 years. Height: ~8 feet. Danger: High.

Devils are a secretive race from the underground with little to no known information about but luckily this old man knows a thing or two on obscures knowledge. From what I was able to gather, they live in deep caverns and valleys underground divided among seven royal houses. They allegedly live in nearly self sufficient environments all based on a foundation of bioluminescent algae and mushrooms and farm blind and hairless two legged cattle like creatures. A majority live in underground cities fighting tooth and nail with each other and upon closer to the surface with dwarves and other subterranean races. They are an extremely aggressive race to nondevils with any encounter always ending in bloodshed. Devils are actually just as intelligent as humans and others which makes them paradoxically more dangerous and less to fear. Homeless bands of usually a dozen or more are often bribed by upstart usurpers, rebels, and warlords as an initial bodyguard. They usually are well armed as they have a rich culture of metal smiting but despite their tough armored skin they can be cut down with enough force.
Lifespan: ~40 years. Height: ~5 feet. Danger: Medium

Wolves despite the enormous amount of misconceptions and superstitious around them as bloodthirsty monsters and demons clad in fur are actually quite cowardly in nature and are more prone to hunting sick, weak, and elderly prey rather than more healthy and vigorous prey such as a band of adventures. They also have quite a high sense of self preservation and in the chance they attack a being too much for them to handle they will immediately flee to safety. They live in close knit groups lead by a male and female pair with their offspring of varying ages and a few unrelated wolves forming the bulk of the pack. Pack range anywhere from six to forty or so members and have a very complex and intimate social bonds within them. Wolves have a wide range all across the continent thus live in environments ranging from forests, tundra, taiga, shrublands and deserts. They are keystone species in many areas and thus are favored by nature spirits. Occasionally a spirit will grant special and immense powers to one particular wolf but these so far are rumors.
Lifespan: ~18 years. Height: 3 feet. Danger: Medium.

Brown Bears are an incredibly widespread beast that should not be underestimated. They have an absurd amount of strength in their bodies with a single swipe being enough to decapitate any humanoid and claws large enough to dent steel armor. In contrast to their bulky size they are actually incredibly fast at short distances and have amazing senses that lets them be deadly predators. They are primarily solitary creatures and only come together for breeding season and depending on certain location they can come together in groups hundreds strong during Salmon Season to take advantage of the colossal amount of food. They are actually omnivorous like most bears and have a preference for fish, fruits, and berries. While a formidable threat that can even take on ogres and trolls they are not as bloodthirsty as them and can be intimidated by loud noises and bright lights such as fires or explosion spells.
Lifespan: ~35 years. Height: 3~5 feet (at shoulder) 6~10 feet (standing). Danger: High.

Griffons are peculiar fusion of bird and feline not natural to this world. It is speculated that the original griffons came from some ancient wizard's wild experiments but its been so long that it can't be confirmed but it is the most logical one. They are rare in number and almost exclusivly live in mountains within the Heartlands and the Center but they adore flying so it's not unusual to find one far from home. They possess a proud and regal demeanor and display intelligent behavior and they usually live in lifelong mated pairs with 1~4 offspring. Griffons prefer to swoop down on prey to pick it up and then drop it for lethal injury or to hurtle down and overpower prey. Their ear piercing screech is enough to make anyone duck down in agony and meeting between unmated or unrelated griffons result in ear-bleeding screaming matches. They are exclusively carnivores and often hunt large prey such as deer, sheep, and sometimes bandits. They are common emblem for royalty throughout the known world as examples of ferocity and honor.
Lifespan: ~135 years. Height: 8.5 feet Wingspan:25 feet Danger: High.

Unicorns are incredibly rare horses blessed by nature spirits while in the womb of their mothers. The signature horn and source of their power grows a few years after birth during maturation but are themselves sterile. Inherit magic in them gives them a higher intelligence then their plain peers and a tremendous amount of magical energy. They are also far more durable then normal horses. Wild unicorns usually align with forest spirits, treemen, and dryads to protect forests. Powers they posses include walking on water, short form teleportation, rejuvenating plants, purifying water, and a touch of the unicorn's horn could both heal wounds and cure poison. More powerful Unicorns are even capable off firing beams of energy from their horn. They can also slice apart even stone with a magically infused horn and empower their kicks with magical shockwaves. Unicorns have a calm demeanor and let those of good hearts near them without complaint but those with overwhelming wickedness will fear their wrath. For most people however they simply runaway and shun them. Unicorns born in captivity happen almost always in elven lands are used as mounts by high ranking elves.
Lifespan: Biologically immortal. Height: 6 feet (at withers). Danger: Low.

Gibbering Mouthers are a completely grotesque specimen of flesh, teeth, and all sorts of liquids this naturalist is too bashful to list. They are not a natural product of this world but rather an artificial creature manufactured by magic. It gets its name from the inhumane babbling its mouths upon mouths constantly emit. No linguist in the world has been able to decode what they say into coherent thought so these beings having a mind of their own has been ruled out. It was if they are preordained to act so maniacally. They can survive years wthout food but without a question are carnivores and the more intelligent being it eats the better. The most vulnerable area on a gibbering mouther was the brain, which was located near the center of its mass and could move around, making it difficult to strike. It is alos protected by being able to lunge its jaws forward much like sharks in any direction. A key weakness of theirs is their high flammability but one should take care not to contract a disease from them.
Lifespan: No set lifespan. Height: 3~7 feet (depending on mass and contractions). Danger: Medium.

Nothics are mysterious creatures of an unknown origin but they do have a lingering hunger for magic imbued objects and beings and actively seek such things out to consume them and have no need for mortal flesh. It is suspected they come from those who delve into magical arts they are unprepared and thus reap the consequences. This hunched creature has a single huge eye that dominates its entire face. Its body is bloated and misshappen, and its limbs are wiry but strong, Its arms end in claws that reach the ground as it moves in awkward hop. Whether they are sentient or not varies too much to draw a consensus but no matter. Most are limited to melee attacks with their claws and teeth but those who consume enough magical objects actually gain the ability to rot flesh from afar with their gaze, thankfully their eye lights up when using this ability. Dealing with weaker ones is as simple as any other hominid beast but the ones with rotting gaze are recommended to have shields or use cover. Better yet stay our of sight.
Lifespan: Biologically Immortal. Height: 4 1/2 feet. Danger: Medium.

Palen Ones, great ittan momen, the damned ones. These beings are known by many names but only so much is known of them. They are extremely hostile to all life normally but a certain few individual have been able to take control of them. I have not been able to discern by what means at all in all my 126 years of life. They move like they have no skeleton to hinder them. Their flesh is papery and a clear fluid leaks out of wounds that instantly heal them. These beings are susceptible to being burned to a black mush however so not all is lost. To those unable to burn them I only offer my prayers to Mithra. Entire caravans and villages have been reported to wiped out by a single one but thankfully those reports are few and far apart.
Lifespan: Unknown. Height: 10~13 feet. Danger: High.

Leanbh are curious little critters that all too often are underestimated by their frail nature which is compensated by their numbers and pack hunting. These are unnatrual creatures that dwell in dark forests preferring to overwhelm prey in numbers. They have no head nor normal mouth and instead posses two elastic eyestalks that can turn anywhere and a needle like proboscis that ejects out a flap in their chest. They inject digestive juices into prey liquidating them from the inside. Before this however they have a single large claw on their foot that serve has a meathook to eviscerate prey. They live in packs that are always 36 individuals. Such a strange adherence to this number is unknown but it does make them reliable in fighting. Another strange ability they posses is pacifying weak willed larger predators. The extent is unknown. As stated earlier they are very frail and are also cowardly so they can be dealt with sheer force or through intimidation tactics like explosion spells.
Lifespan: ~10 years. Height: 3~4 feet. Danger: Low to Medium.

Zombies are a term that applies to any putrid reanimation of a corpse through dark magic and forbidden rituals whose purpose is to serve every whim of their master. Resurrected from theoretically any previously living organic being these rotting shambling mounds of flesh and bone limp are without mercy but also cruelty as they normally have no will of their own and are instead more akin to a macabre puppet that its necromancer can utterly dominate. The dark magic that puppeteers them is coalesced in their head so a simple strike to the head should be enough to incapacitate them permanently but blows on other parts do nothing more then debilitate them. As for their their general condition that depends on how recently their death was and if the necromancer provided any extra steps to preserve them. For attacking, average zombies are really only capable of using their own hands and jaws or crude instruments like a club. In another point, there exists a fundamental distinction between "Low Zombies" and "High Zombies" and that distinction is whether the reanimated corpse can exist after the death of its summoner wherein the former immediately cease to exist and the latter can persist onwards due to an unusually high amount of dark magic imbued in them. Another "perk" of High Undead is that they can move their limbs or body parts independently if severed. As another caveat, either High or Low zombies can be reanimated with sentience. Besides destroying their head I've found that fire is an obvious deterrent as well as holy power from a deity or magical energy itself can be destructive. One should take caution to not get infected with nasty diseases a corpse is bound to contain.
Lifespan: N/A. Height: Varies. Danger: Medium

Wraiths are a violent form of undead that hate all life and the light. They appear as a floating tattered mess of a tar like substance with an inner light emanating from their mouth and eyes. So great is its hate that its presence kills and withers plants, drives animals fleeing in terror, and can even extinguish fires from its suffocating existence. Passing through solid objects is a mere choice for these beings and can interact with solid matter in their own volition but they cannot pass through water. Contact with their body drains one of their life and vigor and if killed by a wraith one's soul becomes a wraith. They possess a rudimentary breath attack of a brightly colored smoke like substance. Normally wraiths are nothing more then pure emotion in how they act but ones that gain more power or were powerful in life can regain a semblance of clear and logical thought. Even more powerful wraiths can create zombies and other lesser undead. In sunlight their fearsome demeanor diminishes until they are simply a small swirling blob of darkness and even their ethereal nature disappears so that can be contained in a container. Water, blessed weapons, or magical attacks in general seem to be effective against this creatures of hate.
Lifespan: N/A. Height: 6~12 feet. Danger: High

[Zarkenis Ultima]

Name	Age	Gender	Race	Rank	Class	Statistics	Player
Aayla Surath	25	F	Human	Red	Rogue	4/5/2/1	The Republic of Atria
Arden Rooke	26	M	Human	Red	Warrior	3/2/6/1	Radea
Arialista Sejangec Cyneberg	26	F	Human	Red	Battle Mage	2/2/1/3	Solisian Union
Bettina Lambert	17	F	Human	Red	Griffon Rider	2/2/3/5	Finland SSR
Choko'lach	279	M	Mesozoi	N/A	Warrior	5/1/5/1	Union Princes
Corven Roche	24	M	Human	Red	Warrior	3/4/2/3	Auropa
Dido Ricine	25	F	Dark Elf	Blue	Rogue	5/5/1/3	Finland SSR
Edward Brunwulf	25	M	Human	Blue	Knight	5/2/4/1	New Finnish Republic
Frey Farwind	24	M	Human	Red	Rogue	3/5/3/1	Zarkenis Ultima
Mircella Mellowmoon	20	F	Human	N/A	Priestess	2/3/1/6	Zarkenis Ultima
Oberon Klask	24	M	Human	Red	Monk	4/3/2/3	Segral
Rayna Gravechild	20	F	Undead	N/A	Rogue	2/5/2/1	The Rebel Alliances
Romilda Schaus	23	F	Human	Red	Knight	5/3/3/1	Union Princes
Roxana Ma'gonid	24	F	High Elf	Purple	Markswoman	3/6/4/3	Absolon-7
Scitha Rivers	25	F	Half Orc	Red	Warrior	4/3/4/1	The Rebel Alliances
Sieglind Datarrok	25	F	Human	Red	Sorceress	2/3/3/4	Solisian Union
Simion Valerin	25	M	Human	Red	Marksman	4/4/3/1	Finland SSR
Susan Ravager	44	F	Half Dragon	Red	Sorceress	3/1/1/3	Solisian Union
Sylanna Sundancer	27	F	Snow Elf	Purple	Knight	5/6/3/2	Zarkenis Ultima
Tari Erdove	26	F	Human	N/A	Warrior	4/4/2/2	Bentus
Thall Lium	180	M	Golem	Red	Warrior	4/1/6/1	Gudmund
Tira	23	F	Human	Red	Battle Mage	3/5/3/3	Tomia
Tride Attle	18	F	Human	Red	Sorceress	1/2/4/5	Praeceps
Valan Narsh	23	M	Human	Red	Battle Mage	3/1/3/5	The Republic of Atria
Walter Schaefer von Eisenach	20	M	Human	Red	Knight	4/4/3/1	Sudbrazil
Wilhard Strauch	52	M	Human	Red	Knight	3/5/3/1	Union Princes
Yvonne Lafaille	24	F	Human	N/A	Paladin	5/1/4/2	Bentus

Name	Region(s)	Dominant Group(s)	Player
Children of the Laughing Wolf	The Northern Reaches/The Urban Center	Humans	Zarkenis Ultima
Church of the Divines	The Urban Center/The Western Heartlands	Humans	Bentus
Tevar	The Western Heartlands	Humans	Tomia
The Clan of Khar'Zhura	The Northern Reaches	Orcs	Charmera
The Grand Republic of Nur	The Urban Center	Humans	Finland SSR
The Guild of the Twin-Tailed Comet	The Urban Center	Humans	Union Princes
The Hands of Steel	The Western Heartlands	None	Charmera
The Hunt	The Northern Reaches	Humans/Elves	New Finnish Republic
The Inquisition	The Urban Center	Humans/Elves	Union Princes
The Kal	The Western Heartlands	Humans	Tomia

Name	Region(s)	Player
Frost Giants	The Northern Reaches	Union Princes
Golems	All	Gudmund
Half Dragons	The Western Heartlands	Solisian Union
High Elves	The Western Heartlands	Absolon-7
Solfataran Elves	The Western Heartlands	Absolon-7
The Mesozoi	The Eastern Archipelago	Union Princes
The Ratfolk	All	Charmera
Wood Elves	The Western Heartlands/The Northern Reaches	Union Princes

Name	Dominant Group(s)	Region	Size	Age	Major Industry	Player
Allhamar	None	The Western Heartlands	Large City	800 Years	Education	Charmera
An'Zarok	Humans	The Northern Reaches	Megalopolis	1641 Years	Commerce/Tourism	Zarkenis Ultima
Issgard	Snow Elves	The Northern Reaches	Large City	1500 Years	Steelworking	Zarkenis Ultima
Nur	Humans	The Urban Center	Large	1500 Years	Commerce	Finland SSR
The Free City of Faith	Humans	The Urban Center	Large City	1100	Publishing	Union Princes
Tarboh	Humans/Orcs	The Southern Bog and Desert	Megalopolis	900 Years	Entertainment	Auropa
Vraron	Orcs	The Eastern Archipelago	Average City	432 Years	Piracy	The Rebel Alliances

[Tomia]

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[New Finnish Republic]

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[The Republic of Atria]

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[Indo-pasif archipelago]

Name: Rajasa Samudraningrat, known to most as Raja The Exiled or Raja The Skinwalker.
Age: 25 years old
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Appearance:

Statistics:
Strength: 3
Agility: 4
Endurance: 2
Magical Prowess: 3
Bio:
Most only know Raja of his title as The Exiled. That said, not many knows why he was exiled from The Eastern Archipelago. Some says he was once the crew of a feared and sadistic group of pirates and his exile is the punishment he has to suffer after he was caught. Some speaks of the rumors that he is the son of a king and a whore, that his exile is to clean the name of his father. Other says that his origin was mythical in nature, that he was somehow born among sea monsters and creatures of nightmares, and he was not exiled but merely sent to hunt on the land-kin.

The truth is, none of these legends are true. That said, they are not without a grain of truth, each of them stems from an actual part of his story.

His story begun in the Kingdom of Mandalasari, a city-island in The Eastern Archipelago that holds sway over other neighbouring islands. Raja is the son of a Bhre, a lesser king that acts as vassal for Mandalasari. The House of Samudraningrat had hold the title for generations and Raja was expected to inherit this title and was prepared accordingly. He was trained in the traditional art of Silat, taught to speak and write in traditional Svarnabhumi dialect and Thaspian language, and pushed to memorize all the important names in the whole Eastern Archipelagos and beyond.

All these training and teaching meant Raja did not get very close to his parents. It is not like they ignored him, or cared more about him as the next in line instead as their son, but they did not share much quality time between the two. Raja adores and loves his parents, but he never truly feels that they were his parental figure. He bonded instead with his mentor and the admiral of Mandalasari's armada Pati Nala, and he quickly proved himself worth to be Nala's apprentice.

It was this connection with Nala that saved Raja's life when a lesser noble revolted against his family. The noble rallied the people and other noble houses against The Samudraningrat. They along with the loyalist were slaughtered after the palace gate was broken down in the stampede. Some however, managed to hide and slip away from the island with the help of Nala and his allies among the Makara, the amphibian creatures that lurk the shallow beaches of Eastern Archipelago. Leaving the burning island behind them, they hid themselves for a few months among the Makara. It was during this time Raja learnt the Ajian Leak from the Makara, a magic he only had heard before and never saw it properly used. The Makara taught him well, but it was not without any catch; there is a reason after all, why the magic is not as widespread as it is.

To everyone else in the world, Rajasa and Nala is as good as dead. Nobody could really confirm their death, but their corpse could be one of the many burned corpse left among the ashes of the former royal ground. But the revolting noble knew he is still alive, somewhere out there and watching the ports and large cities of the Archipelago. When his attempt slowed down after awhile, Raja used the chance to hop from one island to another anonymously, trying to run away as far as possible from the Eastern Archipelago. He would hitch on cargo or merchant ships, earning money through doing rough jobs and becoming an errand boy. One day though, the ship he was hitchhiking on his way to the Western Heartland was boarded by pirates.

Survival being his top priority, Raja and Nala helped fight the pirates away. The combination of their strength and Raja's aptitude in magic even up the odd, but ultimately the two men was not enough to fight a whole crew and they were overwhelmed after an hour of fight. The captain saw their skills, and offer them a choice. To be left for dead along with the other crews of the boarded ship, or join the pirates and fight for the captain. Nala chose the first, while Raja took the second. After saying each other good byes, Raja left Nala on the doomed ship, hoping his mentor would be able to find a way to survive. He knew how his mentor favor honour above all things, but what Raja was thinking at the time is how to survive as long as he could. And thus he traveled across the sea as a pirate, earning the nickname of The Exiled after he told them the heavily censored and distorted version of his story. It was also during this time people first called him The Skinwalker after his unique aptitude in magic.

His time as a pirate ended when a fight against rival crew killed the captain and destroyed the ship. Raja was again left for dead, this time with nobody to help him. His body was found on the coast of Western Heartlands, weak and dying but not dead yet. Luckily, when he was found by the local villagers, a physician offered to take care of him. She was able to speak some Thaspian and while limited, at least he had someone to talk to. Through her, Raja learnt where to find busy cities where he could take a job as a bounty hunter or a sellsword. He finally reached the Velathri Republic, where he found out that the Paean Legion was hiring. He took the job for the coins, but a passion is still burning in his heart, that one day, when he is in a better position, he could avenge his family and reclaim his birthright as the Crownless King of Mandalasari.

Heroic Boon:

Gift of The Waves- The Sea is part of Raja as much as Raja is part of the Sea, no matter how far they are from each other. Raja could call into this connection and briefly becomes a torrent of sea water, crashing into anyone or anything like the tide crashes to the beach.

Abilities:

• [Martial Artistry]: Raja was trained to be the best warrior in Mandalasari, and while he had lost the honorary title, he had not lost the ability worthy of the title. He follows a certain style that mimics the movement of monkeys, focusing on graceful evasion and elegant counter-attacks. Raja is able to use this technique with weapons, preferably short knives.
• [Seafaring Skill]: Living in the sea for a few years taught Raja a thing or two on surviving the harsh ocean. He knows his Bow and Stern, and able to captain a junk pretty well. He might not be the best mariner out there, but he sure able to stand his chance in a naval fight.
• [Leak Magic]: Raja is taught by the Makara on how to use Leak magic, a school of magic focusing on shapeshifting through rituals and pacts with natural Spirits. He is limited at transforming into simple animals at the moment - usually a goat, a boar, or a monkey - but as his skills grow he could access the more.... esoteric forms.
• [Silver Tongue]: Growing up among scheming politician and power-hungry courtesans taught Raja when and where to say his words, making sure that each word would comply others to believe what he wants them to believe and act what he wants them to act.

Limitations:

• Raja has not uncovered the fullest extent of Ajian Pangleakan, and thus limited to basic techniques and only for a limited time.
• Raja has no training in using long ranged weapon, being more comfortable in close quarter combat. If he could not reach the enemy, he is pretty much useless
• Raja is powerful and quite nimble for someone of his size, but he lacks the endurance to hold out continuous attack. If he is forced to fight a long drawn fight, he has to play smart to conserve his strength
• While he could be very persuasive, his charm is not magic. He could ask others to do his bidding, but there is no guarantee that they would actually do it.
• The faction that overthrown his family is still searching for him, and while he has changed how he looks it would be dangerous for him to return to the Eastern Archipelago

Equipment:

• [Kris Dagger]: A family inheritance that happens to be forged out of magnetite ore, resulting in sharp, durable weapon for him to use
• [Chainmail and Leather Armor]: Basic armor that offers him protection while allowing him to move swiftly
• [Machete]: Whenever he feels the need for bigger, badder blade.
• [Skin Waterpouch]: To store drinkable liquid, from Arak to water
• [Simple Compass]: Another heirloom of House of Samudraningrat. Upon its back the signet of his family was etched.
• [Tunic and Hood]: Clothing for when he feels nobody is about to stab him in the back

Optional
Likes: Good fights, good drinks, swimming, Seafoods, cloudy days
Dislikes: One-sided fights, stale drinks, spice-less foods, shiny days
Greatest Fear: Losing his self and identity

[Absolon-7]

Group Name: High Elves
Region Inhabited: Thapsian Peninsula, Western Heartlands plus several islands and coastlines throughout Requiem
Group Appearance:

Description/Lore:
High elves stand at an average six feet tall with females being somewhat shorter and on average weigh from 100~150 lbs. Their bodies are quite slender but are still capable of holding muscle and a strong frame. Blonde is the most common hair color but others are common and actually depend on their environment. They reach puberty at around 12~16 years of age but culturally are expected to reproduce in their 20's. They have an average lifespan of 140 or so years.

Prehistory (1-1200 AB): 2000 years ago elves were once primitive humans that lived in the Thapsian Peninsula and formed a symbiotic relationship with nature spirits, called wisps, under a time of extreme danger. Four centuries later, 13 tribes united to form a republic that created a vast maritime empire that colonized the coastlines and many islands of Requiem and ruled for five centuries but it eventually fell to a great war with enemies unknown with the Peninsula falling to ruin and all colonies losing contact.

Tyr Belisarius (1200-1311 AB):Three centuries later the homeland was united by an elven warlord, by the name of Belisarius who formed an artificial symbiosis with an extremely powerful wisp, called Hammon, that could uniquely be passed to a successor and made the user biologically immortal and vastly increased their physical aptitude. Forming a great fleet he went on conquering and reuniting former elven colonies that were near the west and south. After a period of consolidation, he assembled the largest fleet in history to circumnavigate the Requiem to bring the remaining colonies back into the fold. They departed and for months no news passed until from the horizon the enormous Hammon flew from the horizon and attached itself to Belisarius' successor signifying the former's death. His glorious 111 year reign had come to and end.

Tyr Neboulos (1311-1403 AB):The reign of Neboulos was an unremarkable one as it was it was one of stability but also corruption. Inexperienced in the ways of ruling he was merely a puppet of the tribal council for decades. Eventually he started to enforce his own will on the state angering the council. In one bold move he had half the council imprisoned however this lead his assassination in broad daylight ending his 92 year reign.

Tyr Nikephoros (1403-1810 AB):The Great Wisp Hammon flew from Neboulos' corpse and attached itself to the general Nikephoros, an experienced statesman of many years. His reign would be one of constant border wars and punitive expeditions but also one great internal stability and flourishing of the arts, philosophy, literature, and sciences. He was killed in a battle to put down a rebellion by a powerful rebellious warlord who was shortly captured and executed afterward thus ended Nikephoros' 407 year reign.

Tyr Arcadius (1810-1926 AB):The following Tyrant of Thapsus was one of a long background in legal bureaucracy and proved to a be brutally efficient ruler. Some would say too brutal as its was during his reign an upstart naval admiral, named Malekith who had now bonded with a evil spirit just as powerful as Hammon, had taken the fertile volcanic island of Solfatara as his own kingdom and led a successful revolt in protest of Arcadius' alleged brutality. A crippling war follows that brings both countries to their knees and in a final battle Arcadius is slain by Malekith ending his 116 year reign. As for the rebels their spirits became tainted for their treachery and became Dark Elves now living a life of piracy based in their squalid island.

Tyr Basil (1926-2000 AB: present day):The son of Arcadius saw the peace negotiations with Malekith after another decade of war and an uneasy peace was settled granting the Dark Elves their independence. He has the reputation of a skilled statesman and one of the kindest souls in the entire empire but is still a remarkable warrior. His reign has been a stable 74 years. Nowadays, a majority of High Elves live within the Tyranny of Thapsus using its cosmopolitan maritime nature to their advantage sitting arrogantly as the progenitors of all elves.

Innate Abilities:
Symbiotic Wisps - like all elves High Elves possess a symbiotic relationship with a nature spirit called a Wisp that can grants magical abilities and attacks. It takes the forms of white shining ball a foot across with a grey outline connected to the elf's back by an ethereal umbilical-like cord and is engulfed by a large aura that is colored by the environment of the elf's birth. Usually they'd be resting inside an elf but come out behind their back immediately when summoned through either voice or thought. When out in the open they float around either stationary above the elf or aimlessly in the area around them up to 2 or 3 meters away.
Innate Weaknesses:
Deadly Embrace - The wisp while debatably their greatest strength is also a crushing weakness as it leaves them susceptible to anti-magic practices or magic that can actually harm the wisp. Similarly, forcefully removing the wisp debilitates them tremendously and causes extreme mental damage.
Baseline - As the progenitors of all elves, their wisps are not as specialized as the ones possessed by other elven races.
Additional info:
-Naming schemes would similar to IRL Greek for most High Elves or the ones living in Thapsus at least.
-Elf wisps can be any representation of any element in the elf's environment but they'd still look like the dominant one. So a fire wisp from a elf born in a cold environment would exist but it would look icy or snowy.
-An elf wisp bonds with them at birth and is with them throughout their life until they die of old age or any unnatural causes. From there they depart from the corpse and wander until they detect an elf about to be born to attach themselves to to begin the symbiotic relationship all over again.

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Name: Roxana Ma’gonid
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Race: Elf
Appearance:

Statistics:
Strength:3
Agility:6
Endurance:4
Magical Prowess:3
Bio: Born to a wealthy family of orchard managers in the Tyranny of Thapsus, Roxana spent her early life in a state of normalcy undergoing a normal balance of education at a nearby academy, home life with family, and play time with friends. If there would have to be a word to describe it would be idyllic. She was the oldest of 4 siblings and appropriately was the leader of the little troop of elven children and would often lead them into fantastical adventures of the imagination in her family’s vast apple orchard. By her teen years, Roxana was one of the highest ranked students at her academy and had a promising future as the heir to the family orchard but one long night made her once peaceful life fall to ruin.

Her father had been falsely accused of conspiring with Dark Elf corsairs in raiding his competition’s shipments and was duly tried and arrested. Management of the estate fell on to her uncle but his rampant mismanagement made it fall to financial ruin. Looking to make a living for the family, her brother joined the Thapsian Army as a hoplite and made a life for himself there. At this point Roxana had fallen out of favor to her family as she had refused an arranged marriage to the heir of a wealthy merchant that was seeking to buy the family estate. Jealous of how well her brother was doing and along with vicious arguments with her uncle made Roxana leave the estate at age 15 with her pet donkey, Methuselah, and wandered into the human realms further southeast.

She would find the odd jobs at sawmills, printing presses, or the whatever else could pay enough for rent for a few years until one day she a friendly employer that recommended for her to work at the renowned Paean Legion. The prospect of working in such a dangerous profession was off putting at first but the allure of the money and honor it could bring couldn’t be passed up. She had trained at archery since childhood so she wasn’t helpless as she looked. So at the age of 17 she joined the Paean Legion as a fresh Red Cloak. Over the years she would cement her reputation as a reliable employee and hireling and eventually gaining the prestigious Purple Cloak rank after proving herself time and time again in a series of consecutively fulfilled contracts with not a single failure in her record the past two years.

Currently she had taken a few months vacation from the guild to recover from injuries in her last contract involving some ghouls. She had bought a nice lodge with money she had accumulated bonuses from past years and while not a mansion it is comfy enough for rest. Now, as she has recovered fully she looks to get a nice and easy contract at the main Legion HQ.
Heroic Boon: Gale Fury-imbues the user’s limbs with the speed and aura of raging wind drastically increasing the rate of movement
Abilities:

• [Wind Wisp]: Roxana's wisp is a spirit of the wind, and allows her to harness its speed and creation of blasts of wind.
• [Spirit Arrow]: Using her symbiotic wisp, she can infuse her arrows with ethereal energy to vastly increase their destructive power and can be used in special ways.
  -Flock Arrow: Wraps a single arrow in energy and once released create multiple different ethereal arrows ranging from 3 to a dozen.
  -Ballista Arrow: Wisp energy covers arrow giving it a ethereal size comparable to a ballista ammunition and is equally destructive.
  -Concussive Arrow: Along with the composite bow’s immense draw weight propelling it forward, the wisps magical energy collects at its backside rocketing it at a breakneck speed.
• [Spirit Spitfire]: The wisp directly fires a burning ball of magical energy from its core.

Limitations:

• The ethereal wisps arrows while damaging can be stopped or even completely nullified by anything enchanted with anti-magic wards and only have a limited amount of uses per day.
• The spitfire is very imprecise and has a short range that makes it viable only in point-blank.
• Using the wisps energy is very draining on vitality and using it too much forces the wisp to rest until it naturally recuperates.

Equipment:

• [Composite Bow]
• [Quiver & 24 Iron Arrows]
• [2 Steel Daggers]
• [Steel Buckler]
• [Standard Adventurer’s Kit]: a backpack, a bedroll, flint and steel, a belt pouch, two sunrods, ten days’ worth of trail rations, 50 feet of hempen rope, and a waterskin
• [1 Grey Donkey, his name is Methusulla]
• [Simple Tent]

Optional
Likes:Seafood, Petting Baby Animals, Hot Tea, Swimming, Plays, Maple Trees, Bright Sunny Days, Drawing, Board Games
Dislikes:Goblins, Orcs, Dark Elves, Beef, Enclosed Spaces, Dark Spaces, Voting, Bards, Pine Trees, Rainy Days, Studying
Greatest Fear: Being buried alive

[Zarkenis Ultima]

Question: Can Wisps be a representation of any element in the elf's environment, do they have to be a representation of the dominant element only (snow in a snowy place, trees in a forest, sand in a desert), or are they only a representation of the environment as a whole (forest, tundra, etc)?

For context, I was thinking of an elf with a solar/possibly fire Wisp, but I dunno if that would be okay

[Absolon-7]

Elf wisps can be any representation of any element in the elf's environment but they'd still look like the dominant one. So a fire wisp from a elf born in a cold environment would exist but it would look icy or snowy.

[Zarkenis Ultima]

Elf wisps can be any representation of any element in the elf's environment but they'd still look like the dominant one. So a fire wisp from a elf born in a cold environment would exist but it would look icy or snowy.

Swell, thanks!

[The Republic of Atria]

Name: Valan Narsh
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Appearance (pics if possible): https://pre00.deviantart.net/4887/th/pr ... cl5a6t.jpg
Statistics:
Strength: 3
Agility:1
Endurance: 3
Magical Prowess: 5
Bio: Valan was born in the heart of Tejis in the fire loving city of Lofgain. Both his mother and father were highly devoted and skilled pyromancers who at every turn insisted that their son learn the art as well. "The world could always use more fire" was their mantra and they had no intention of ever letting him hear the end of it. Finally, he gave into his parents desires and enlisted in the first available class once he was of age. To say that it wasn't what he expected would be putting it mildly. He expected far less mediation and far more fire shooting. His teacher, Lana, insisted upon it every day. Focus, meditate, repeat. His parents learned from her and they were among the best in the city, so he kept his complaints to a minimum and followed his teacher's words as closely as he could.

About two thirds of the students, most of them foreigners, had enough of her "teachings" and left only a few pupils. Then the real training began. It started small, she would heat a brand, and tell them to focus on keeping it red hot for as long as possible. It took a few days before he started to understand it, but when he did, he went just a little overboard with the heat and melted the piece of iron into molten slag. Much to his surprise, Lana was perfectly understanding. Insisting that mistakes were going to happen and as long as he learned something from it, then it was okay. That and it was better to make them now, then later. This practice continued, and after her pupils were capable of maintaining the heat without melting their brand, she moved them onto manipulating existing fire.

This part of training was simple. She lit a few candles, and had them carry the tiny flame with them, never letting it grow beyond a certain size, while simultaneously keeping it from going out. A more advanced test of focus. Every student, Valan included, let their flame get a little too big and they lost control. Rather than scold them, she kept firm about focus and control. Rach attempt after, they kept it going longer, got it a little bigger without it growing beyond control. It wasn't too long before many started doing tricks with it just to see if they could. A few weeks of nearly burning down the city later, they began the true test. Controlling flames they were created by the students themselves.

Strangely enough, this part of the training was simple. It was more to get them comfortable with the idea of being around large amounts of flame when human instincts told them to avoid being around that much fire was a bad idea. Of course they practiced outside the city. There was little risk to be had in scorching rocks and sand. Valan was starting to see why she was the most popular teacher in the city. And as the days went on, he began to feel the sensations that she mentioned. The euphoria that came with making larger and larger fire. It felt good to make fire and it felt better to make a lot. The realization hit him pretty hard: that's why she had them meditate so often. To keep the urges under control. If they didn't, well. He'd heard some horror stories about people going insane and quite literally exploding. That was something to avoid.

Once Lana felt comfortable with how their training was going, she gave them her official approval to function as legitimate pyromancers. Valan though long and hard about what he wanted to do with his talent. The city had enough pyromancers that it could be considered an army. He wanted to go where his gifts weren't as common. He had heard some traders talking about a guild quite far away and figured that they could probably use someone who could shoot fire. It was rumored to be very open so that was his goal. He sold all but his most meaningful belongings and got enough money to buy a sword, some armor, and a camping pack and set out on his journey. The first leg of his journey led him to the bog. There he met an eccentric and adventurous woman. Deciding that making a long journey would be better with companionship he welcomed her and they made their way to the guild.

Heroic Boon: Molten Blood: Valan's boon allows his body to increase in physical strength the more of his fire magic he uses.
Abilities:

• [Pyromancy]: Valan was gifted and trained in the art of manipulating magical fire.
  -Fireball: A simple orb of flame thrown at a target. Can be charged given time.
  -Firestorm: Valan summons powerful pillars of flame from the ground around him.
  -Flamespray: Short ranged continuous stream of flame.
• [Swordsmanship]: Valan is a decent swordsman with his enchanted blade.

Limitations:

• Intensity: Much like fire itself, using it requires self control and focus. Using it too much too quickly can cause it to spiral beyond control
• Flame Sword: Valan uses the sword to vent extra flame and keep himself under control, without it he's prone to losing control of his pyromancy.

Equipment:

• [Pyromancer Armor:] Enchanted Iron armor to keep heat from conducting.
• [Flame Sword:] A quality sword enchanted with an undying flame by it's wielder.
• [Fireproof Pack:] Containing some basic shelter items, a spit for, and a canteen for water.

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[Charmera]

Faction Name: The Clan of Khar’Zhura
Faction Region(s): The Northern Reaches
Description/Lore: Once there was one great Orc kingdom, led by the legendary Khar Dhar Dorok. Khar’Dorok was famed for creating an orc empire, and founding the lost Orc homelands in the west which have been claimed by other races in the centuries after Dorok’s death. A brilliant and legendary figure, Khar’Dorok created a stable, yet militarily strong state. An ideal of strength and stability which the orcs have been lacking since.

Dhar Dorok died and his son Koth proved himself a tyrant, a deceiver and eventually a traitor to the orcs, for he sold the Homelands to outsiders. The Four Generals who had called Dorok master banded together and defeated Khar’Koth. However, this left the Homelands devastated. Each Khar went their separate ways after this.

Khar’Yargnath was left in the homelands, and defended against Thapsus for years in a bloody war. He died on the battlefield, and since the Orcs of the West have been under the thumb of Thapsus.

Khar’Dhula took those loyal to her to the south to accept a place among the Dragons. She and her warriors were among those desperate enough to place themselves within the great flame. A few stood in the aftermath and became the famed yet infamous Red Knights of Tejis.

Khar’Tarhan took his followers to the East in search of gold. His horde would become the Black Sails, who take to plunder as a religious exercise to the great god of the Sea Mhar’Dakth.

Khar’Zhura took her people to the North, and they became the Clan of the North, the Unbowed Clan, The Knights on Wolfback, The Blue Orcs, The Red Upon the Snow. They became the Clan of Khar’Zhura.

The Nomadic Orc clan of the North have lived in one place or another of the Northern Reaches at one point or another. A fierce warrior and hunter culture, but one which values honor and duty, the Clans have been allies and enemies to many of the civilizations of the north. They are famed for both their hardiness and mobile nature in military. They are, perhaps, most famous for their ability to tame and ride powerful monstrous creatures.
Races that are part of the faction: Orcs
Additional Info:

[Finland SSR]

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[Absolon-7]

Name: Valan Narsh

Accepted, Atria

Faction Name: The Clan of Khar’Zhura

Accepted, Charm

[Finland SSR]

Name: Simion Valerin
Age: 25
Gender: M
Race: Human
Appearance:

Statistics:
Strength: 3
Agility: 3
Endurance: 3
Magical Prowess: 1
Free-floating points: 2
Bio: Simion Valerin, fifth son of the Valerin family, is a proud citizen of the Merchant States of Nur, the same place where he spent most of his youth. His father, Numinar, was an expert craftsman, a successor of the long tradition of his family of weapon artisanship, and though he was never anywhere close to the riches that the wealthiest merchants and businessmen of the Great Cities had at their disposal, he and his family lived a good and comfortable life regardless.

As the fifth son of the craftsman, Simion never really considered the possibility of ever inheriting his father's workshop and continuing the family tradition, but despite that, after some nagging at his father and ignoring his complaints about him maybe choosing a different path in life, he began to study alongside his elder brothers in his father's craft anyway. As it turns out, the boy never held any interest towards the finer parts of craftsmanship, such as dealing with customers, making trade deals or spreading the word about your business - he just really loved to tinker with weapons and build things. What caught his interest especially, however, was one thing Numinar showed off to him and his brothers one day, when he was eleven years old - it was an experimental firearm which the craftsman had acquired from one of his contacts in the Western Heartlands, and the thunderous sound and power of the hand cannon enamored young Simion. His father never really had much interest in the hand cannon, believing it to be inferior to bows and crossbows and far too expensive to operate, but Simion's opinion was different - the young boy was convinced that this is where the future of warfare lies, and began assembling and disassembling the firearm to study its mechanisms and find the way to improve its effectiveness.

At 16 years old, Simion's studies under his aging father concluded, and with little else to do in his life, the teenager requested Numinar to allow him to leave home and travel the land with his hand cannon, study its power on real battlefields and find the way to upgrade it to its fullest potential. After giving it some thought, Numinar agreed, and for the next seven years, Simion travelled the wide world from the farmlands and lushes of the West to the pirate-infested archipelagos to the East, as an adventurer and marksman for hire. Those seven years granted him plenty of insight into the pros and cons of his weaponry - for example, without access to your father and his wealth, gunpowder is a lot harder to find, and a significant portion of Simion's savings always had to be dedicated to buying more of this wonderous rare grey substance. Having cracked the code behind how gunpowder works, the marksman invented a few gadgets of his own, for example, rudimentary incendiary grenades, or basic land mines, when necessary, though the mand cannon remained as his primary weapon.

When Simion was 23 years old, however, his life took a turn. When in camp in the Western Heartlands, a courier reached him, bringing a letter and - much to his surprise - informing him that he has now inherited his family's modest belongings. As it turns out, a lot had happened back home during those seven years - his father died of old age, his eldest brother Virion relinquished his rights to the estate and instead packed his bags to travel to the North, two others died before their turn, and the final elder brother Sarus was assassinated by a hitman sent by a rival weaponsmith guild. With these news reaching him, Simion returned home to Nur for the first time in seven years, welcomed by his mother Marina and younger sister Sima.

The two, believing in Simion's talent in crafts, hoped that he would take up the torch and be the successor to his father which all of his brothers failed to be - however, the adventurer had other plans. Much to Marina and Sima's shock, he sold the family workshop which was their for generations, picked up the basic tools and money he thought would be necessary on an adventure and sold the rest, ordering his mother and daughter to stay at his uncle - a local bar owner - from now on. It was a selfish and meaningless act which Simion regretted instantly after riding out of Nur, but by then, the damage was already done.

With nowhere else to go yet again, Simion decided to apply for the Paean Legion, hoping to atone for what he had done by taking up on a job with a slightly more meaning than just "travel until you find someone you can legally shoot".
Heroic Boon: Eagle Eye - Simion's boon grants him higher than average precision with his weaponry.
Abilities:

• Weapon Craftsman: A trade passed over to Simion from his father and one in which the man is noticeably talented in. The weapons craftsmen of the Great Cities specialize in, as you might have probably guessed, building and repairing weapons - swords, spears, bows, most types of armor, but also in experimental pieces employing the fairly recently discovered substance of gunpowder, which, despite being far from perfectly reliable or even all that revolutionary on the battlefield, have taken Simion's interest. Though, obviously, he is just as capable at constructing or repairing traditional weapons, just give him enough resources.
• Marksman: Through years of practice, Simion has reached expert levels of precision and marksmanship with his hand cannon. He knows exactly what he needs to do to reload as quickly as possible, put down the enemy in front of him before they do him, and not have the cannon blow up in his face while he's doing so. In addition, years of travelling, training and wandering solo have left him more fit and agile than the average man.

Limitations:

• Is still as frail as the average person.
• Vulnerable in close quarters combat.
• Hand cannons require a long time to reload (about 20 seconds), and it and Simion's other weaponry require a lot of gunpowder to operate, which is expensive.

Equipment:

• Hand Cannon: An experimental gunpowder firearm with a matchlock mechanism (which I guess makes it more of an arquebus than a hand cannon, but whatever). Fairly heavy, so needs to be wielded with both hands, and takes a much longer time to reload than a bow - but if it hits, you're probably a lot closer to the grave.
• Grenades: Ceramic gunpowder explosives with igniters, thrown with one hand.
• Ammunition and Gunpowder: Held in a separate pouch for easy access.
• Steel Sword: Just in case you ran into some problems with your hand cannon on the battlefield and the enemy is about to strike you. Simion isn't very good at using it.
• Travel Bag: Contains all the basics for an adventurer such as food and a bedroll, as well as the necessary basic tools for crafts.

[Higher Japan]

Name: The Albion Federation
Dominant Group: Humans
Region: The Southern sections of the Western Heartlands, Closer to the Great Atrium (No map so no idea for now)
City Size: Megalopolis, the Federation is made up of many cities but are united under one banner with a central capital.
Notable features: The Albion Federation despite its name exists almost as an extension of Thapsus in terms of oppression. Soldiers armed with rapiers and plague masks constantly roam around the city, keeping order and acting as a form of an internal police.
Age of City: A few centuries, the Albion Federation has lasted the first half of its existence as the final bastion of liberty before it fell into its current oppressive state.
Major Industry: Armor production

Name: Tia Rosalia
Age: 22 physical age, real age unknown
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Appearance :(Ignore the gun i had no better pic)

Statistics:
Strength: 2
Agility: 1
Endurance: 3
Magical Prowess: 6
Bio:
Born into the slums of the Albion Federation, Tia from a young age was pretty much left at the bottom of the food chain. From organ harvesters to rapists to psychopaths, she's seen them all and killed most of them, some of them were slightly luckier and only left with 1 upper arm remaining. She eventually rose, although she only remained at the center of the food chain where she was respected and hated, meaning that despite her progression she was still in the red of being murdered or raped. But at least her organs wouldn't be harvested which was a plus.

Her life would change during her teens, when she was scouted out by the Federal Magic Department. When she was found, she killed 5 Federal officers from the Raven Detachment before they managed to chain her down not after another 5 were injured. The Federation, seeing her ability decided to place her under the Military's Magic Research and Development department instead where she was placed under the jurisdiction of the committee heading the 'Abaddon' project. It was here that she would, alongside other candidates kidnapped all over the Federation, live for most of her later life.

The 'Abbadon' project was the largest project undertaken by the Department, with a full committee operating separately heading it unlike other projects where the department still headed it under various heads. The plan was to find a candidate with magic strong enough that it was borderline unstable and create a means of enhancing the power such that rather than acting like a blunt sledgehammer in terms of combat the candidate would turn into a rapier, fast, decisive and most importantly deadly. In essence the goal was to create a perfect soldier from nearly unstable magic and utilize them in further operations and wars.

The initial stage consisted of filtering out any mistakes that the Raven Detachment, an elite secret police under the military, through the means of natural selection. Out of the 100 candidates chosen, they were slowly eliminated by means of battle royale. This became a form of entertainment for the aristocracy as results were published in the newspapers daily and members placed bets on who would win. Ultimately only 10 candidates remained, and the kills were all counted. It was found that the highest kill was only 2 and it was another candidate. When the system was reviewed a fatal flaw was exposed. The conditions were too optimal, and growth had allowed the strong willed to survive off the berries that grew while stray animals provided meat. Trees and fallen branches also provided some form of shelter alongside caves while a stream provided fresh water. Thus, the 90 dead had either committed suicide or died of other natural causes, not of murder.

After this, a 2nd round of testing was conducted. This time the previous surviving 10 were thrown back in alongside 90 other candidates kidnapped during the course of the 1st round. They were thrown into the Swampland of the South and this time the results were slightly more pleasing. Most of the deaths were kills, majority being from one of the weapons that the candidates had chosen be it a blade or bow. When the last 10 came out, only 5 of the first batch's 10 were part of it. Tia just happened to be part of it, although they took note that despite being given only 5 arrows she had managed to make more from the trees in the swamp and scored most of her kills with them. (The swamplands made it such that they were practically walking in at least hip high water. All 5 arrows were down against targets on flat ground/walking, so the arrow was lost with their bodies in the water when they began to sink into the soft ground.)

After finishing the 2nd round, the committee moved onto the 2nd stage. Here, candidates were subjected to advanced military training, one equal to that of the Raven Detachment's training which even veterans found somewhat challenging. In this stage 1 died due to the strain, but the remaining 9 continued to the end. After this candidates were shortlisted for their weapon of choice based on prior performance. Tia was given a bow, and from there the department split the 9 of them up into separate stages. Tia's stage was slightly faster but much more painful.

Her magical capabilities were unparalleled, and her powers at their base allowed her to create weapons which may have been partially why she was able to survive the 2 rounds. This led to a lot of experimentation and control, i.e torture, for her to finally refine her powers. This broke her mind completely after the first stages and led to her being a nearly perfect killing machine, although the bow does inhibit her like many others, with almost no need to reload with her ability to regenerate arrows in a split second. This came at the cost of energy, meaning that everytime she did this in combat she was in fact slowly killing herself by depleting her energy down to dangerous levels.

Following the final testing stage and her officiation into service, she entered as part of Division 422, a crack division which was almost exclusively composed of soldiers that use magic in combat. The Division would spend most of it's time on standby, placing revolt after revolt down by force. Eventually, Tia's inhibitor failsafes engrained into her mentality failed. The feeling of the kill and the feeling of each dead man proved too much for her to control. At 20, she promptly defected during a bloody revolution gone wrong after she shot her commanding officer in the chaos where the protestors charged the detachment sent to put them down.

She would spend most of her time as a mercenary after that, evading capture and in turn ending some members of the 422nd before she arrived at the legion and would promptly join on to make a living. Although the real reason was that she just wanted to go back out and shoot down other people legally and for some cash.

Heroic Boon: Eden's Curse Tia's Boon is a more offensive styled Boon in direct combat, and works when she concentrates her energy into the form of an arrow before shooting it up towards the sky. What would follow is a rain of energy bolts. The name for her Boon comes from the arrow design, where the rear end takes the form of a rose, a Rosa Eden. Anyone that survived the initial barrage will be pinned down by thorny vines until the magic wears out after a few minutes or the vines are destroyed by any other means.
Abilities:

• Deadeye: With years of training and using her magic, she is capable of 'zooming' in on a target and slowing down her perception of time to a near standstill for the perfect shot.
• Quick draw:With her training, as compared to other archers her draw speed is at least twice as fast as them, allowing her to release more arrows in the same time.

Limitations:

• She can be quickly overwhelmed with the amount of time needed in between reloads and the time needed to aim.
• She is weaker than a normal human and cannot stand long in close quarter combat.
  [*} Her Heroic Boon requires immense amounts of energy and only 3 can be released at once

Equipment:

• A Composite bow, the string has been modified to allow the user to fire stronger and faster shots, although drawing is hard for the untrained user
• Albion Military Survival kit: Flint and steel, colored fuel to be added to fire in order to call for help, a few days worth of rations, a knife
• Her cloak from her Albion military service time, black in color and covers only her upper body. The edges are lined dark red. There are some random blots of dried out blood here and there on her cloak
• Albion military knife, basically a Kukri by modern standards

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[The Imperial Warglorian Empire]

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[Turmenista]

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[The Republic of Atria]

Name: Aayla Surath
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Appearance: https://i.redd.it/q13sx69ayah01.jpg
Statistics:
Strength: 4
Agility: 5
Endurance: 2
Magical Prowess: 1
Bio: Born into the swamp town of Nathmor, Aayla grew up learning the town's art of alchemy since she could walk and talk. Learning the ideal plants for poisons, healing, oils harvested from certain insects, what herbal blends lead to sleep and which ones lead to people hallucinating. Not only did she quite enjoy this, she was good at it as well. Going as far as to spend a lot of her free time trying to come up with new potions. Most of which melted straight through her flasks, but she never gave up. As she grew older and had finished her official alchemy training, she elected to join the town's defenders. Strange, quiet cloaked men and women wearing a skull of a creature over their heads and covered in knives, poisons, and poisoned knives. As expected of any adolescent, being mysterious and covered in knives was a dream come true.

At least until she actually started training and quickly began to regret how grueling it was. The first few weeks felt awful. So much practice for every single part of her body. The instructors were firm, and corrected any mistakes by giving more training. It didn't help her or anyone else that she liked to run her mouth a bit more than she should. Every time she did, she was greeted with longer hours of knife practice and acrobatics training. It had gotten to the point where she was starting to get ahead of the other trainees because of all the extra work she got herself into. Despite getting herself into more trouble than usual, she passed through the training, if only just because the instructors wanted to be rid of her and hoped that she would spend more time in the swamp looking for thieves and herbs than bothering them.

Which is exactly what happened. While her parents couldn't be more proud of her accomplishments, most of her teachers were happy to be rid of her. She was given the standard uniform of a large animal skull that somehow stayed on her head no matter how much she jostled it, the green shaw to go with it, followed by a supply of about two dozen knives to be concealed on her person. Both for throwing and for stabbing. And for awhile, she did her job well. Thieves tended to be intimated by a skull faced thing throwing knives at them and she kept herself alive with her knowledge of brewing, and the rest of the town didn't have to deal with her loud voice. However, things took a turn for the weird when she came across a man who looked like he was on fire. He kept to the normal paths and looked to just be passing through.

She'd heard rumors of people who could control fire. Something about dragons being involved, she didn't know and approached the burning man who was quite a bit more friendly than his armor and body implied. As she expected, the man was just passing through and at most would stay a night or two before moving on to join the Paean Legion. The guild at the center of the continent that welcome pretty much everyone with any discernible skills. She had discernible skills! You could never go wrong with someone who was good at making potions. Plus the fire man would probably help her. She talked her way into joining him on his quest to join the Legion. And that was the start of their relationship.
Heroic Boon: Transmutation: Aayla's boon allows her to transform raw materials into other materials for potion brewing.
Abilities:

• [Nathmor Warrior Training]: Aayla is highly trained in the ways of a Nathmor warrior. Relying more on quick jabs, slashes, and throwing with her many knives.
• [Alchemist]: Aayla is skilled in the art of potion brewing.

Limitations:

• Knives: Her knives are relatively small and have difficulty getting through heavier armor.
• Potion Brewing: Making potions takes time and requires ingredients for each.
• Transmutation: Transmuting not only takes time, the specific ingredients she makes are of less mass than what she started with.

Equipment:

• [Potion Belt]: A belt that allows her to carry flasks and vials for her potions.
• [10x Empty Potion Vials]: Self explanatory
• [24x Small Knives]: Knives about the size of a finger. Great for stabbing and throwing.
• [Nathmor Warrior Outfit]: A light, green shaw and animal skull.
• [Basic Alchemy Kit]: A kit carried around to allow for the brewing of simple potions,

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[Auphelia]

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[Segral]

I would tag, but it's spam. So....not-tag.

[Yokotari]

Faction Name: The Cult of Hozrai
Faction Region(s): All (Widespread presence)
Description/Lore: The Cult of Hozrai began roughly fifty years ago in the Tejis Desert. It was created by a man known only as Hozrai, a so-called prophet who supposedly heard and then convened with a pantheon of mythical gods and was instructed to lead the creatures of the world forwards in their worship. He created a Holy Book known as the Tejistus. He began to preach in several small towns and villages and soon gained a strong following among the local tribes. His teachings are not centered around any one race and have as such led to the Cult gaining popularity among even the High Elves. After about thirty years, Hozrai commanded his legions of followers to seize control of their governments and allow him to take command. The Hozraian Uprising lasted for two years and led to the deaths of 50,000 Hozrai Cultists and 12,000 innocents and soldiers.

The incredible violence of the uprising and the devastation to the Cult following it led to a collapse in its support from less radical elements of society. It was designated a dangerous group by most nations and groups and has since been hunted ruthlessly. After twenty years of long insurgency and an aging leader, the Cult of Hozrai has dwindled and become more fanatical. There are between 42-45 bands of Cultists still active throughout the world, numbering around 5,300 members and 12,000 supporters. The thread holding the group together is its founder, without him the group would likely collapse. His only viable successor would be his son, who has recently disappeared and is believed to have been kidnapped by the Paean Legion
Races that are part of the faction: All Sentient Races
Additional Info: Theme Hozrai


Name: Ryo Beiceran (Actual: Cyran Hozrai)
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Race: High Elf
Appearance:

Statistics:
Strength: 1
Agility: 2
Endurance: 4
Magical Prowess: 5
Bio: Ryo was born with the name Cyran as the child of the infamous Cult-Leader Hozrai and a young High Elf Cultist from the Thapsian Peninsula. The pair had fallen in love when Hozrai had come to the homeland of the Elves in order to preach, this was in his early days when he first began to spread his teachings. Her name was Amedee Xilzeiros and she was unlike any other High-Elf. Her hair was not blonde but a soft sort of brown, almost like clay. It was incredibly attractive to the young Hozrai and he courted her. She agreed to marry him after a few months, having fallen under his spell.

Amadee had a difficult birth, Cyran barely survived it. She died of bloodloss and as a result Cyran never got to meet his mother. His father was devastated but relieved that his child had survived, at least. When he saw Cyrans hair he understood that when the time came it would be Cyran who would carry on his teachings. The boy was passed off to another young woman and from her he nursed until he was able to eat solid foods. When he was six years old his father ordered that he was to begin to learn the basics of life. Cyran was taught all the basic necessities. By the time he was ten he had mastered his native language, could hunt and trap for food, could ride a horse with much proficiency and had begun to use Magic.


From ages eleven to sixteen he fine tuned his skills and begun to learn directly from his father. They went over the dozens of deities that the elder Hozrai claimed to commune with. He spent weeks learning them, how they were created, their domains, stories etc etc. Naturally his father promised that Cyran would one day commune with them as well, but only if he continued to pray and worship them faithfully. Thus became incredibly devout, believing that the only gods were his own. He was at this time completely isolated from the outside world. HIs only sources of information came from the other Cultists and what his father allowed him to see and understand.

When he turned nineteen he had an experience that changed his life forever. He was separated from the rest of his group when an avalanche cut between he and his horse and the rest of the caravan as they were moving to a new hideout. Suddenly unable to get to the rest of the band, he was forced to explore the woods for an alternate way around the huge boulders blocking his path. He stumbled upon a town and ended up staying there for a week longer than he would have initially planned for. He was exposed to alternate systems of faith, different people with world-views completely different from his own and additionally, he was not treated like a god by all those around him.

His father eventually found him and forced him to return but the damage was done. After a year of planning he was finally able to escape from their hideout, staging the whole thing to look as though he were kidnapped and killed. Unfortunately only the kidnapped part seemed to get across to his fathers Cultists and they began to search for him using all the resources at their disposal. He ran and ran until eventually he came across the Paean Legion. He took a new name and joined them, managing to avoid his pursuers for some time. Recently, unknown to him, his fathers cult has located him.

Heroic Boon: Explosive Bolts - His lightning magic is red and when it strikes something, as well as filling it with electricity, it also causes an explosion.
Abilities:

• [Lightning Strike]: A bolt of electricity is shot from his staff at a target. This electricity is still incredibly fast, however not as quick as lightning.
• [Charged Ground]: Electricity is leaked or streamed through the ground in huge quantities. Ryo is capable of holding this current for fifteen seconds, though being subjected to it would lead to electricity streaming through the body up from the feet. The ground will likely be singed by the ability.
• [Targeted Lightning]: Electricity is gathered from the air and is most potent with thunderclouds already present. This electricity is slowly built up until a huge bundle in the sky, which is then shot down at lightning-speed onto a target. The process of gathering the electricity in the air can take as much as half an hour or as little as two minutes, with varying results.
• [Electric Last Stand]: An ability mastered but never preformed by Ryo's father. The Electric Last Stand is an "if all else fails" technique meant to wipe out as many hostiles as possible at the cost of one's own life. It calls enormous amounts of lightning onto the user.

Limitations (Reasons why your char can’t singlehandedly conquer a kingdom):

• Lightning Magic is more intensive than other forms of magic. Thirty minutes of combat for Ryo is the equivalent to two hours of combat for a pyromancer.
• Ryo is unusually susceptible to ice-based magic, which can make his lightning almost completely ineffective.

Equipment:

• [Magic-Imbued Clothes] - They are capable of dispersing lightning magic somewhat (ironically)
• [Staff of Conductivity] - His staff enhances his lightning abilities, allowing him a small amount of extra punch in his attacks.
• [x5 Magic-Books] - Books relating to various magic topics, which he enjoys studying in his downtime.
• [Paper, ink and a quill]

Optional
Likes: Sleeping, Sweet food and drinks, the Forest
Dislikes: Spicy food and drinks, grapes, his fathers Cult,
Greatest Fear: Being forced to lead his fathers Cult, or being killed by the Cultists.
Wisp: Blue

[Vulnier]

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[Turmenista]

Group Name: Lycans
Region Inhabited: Northern Reaches
Group Appearance:

Description/Lore:

The Lycans are a race of canine-like humanoids native to the Northern Reaches, who can date their existence back for thousands of years judging by the paintings on the walls of caves in the region, showing animal-like humanoids roaming the area. While humanoid in appearance, the Lycans also take on many wolf-like traits and abilities as suggested by their appearances, namely being increased stamina and endurance to keep up with game in hunts, as well as the ability to use their claws in combat and smell and hear far better than most racial groups. Lycan fur, depending on the location, temperature, or season, can also shed itself or grow into a thicker coat, giving them the ability to operate in locations not limited to cold and temperate climates.

The Lycans have inhabited the Northern Reaches for thousands of years, starting off as mere nomadic tribes and clans all contesting for dominance in the already harsh Northern Reaches, whilst occasionally contesting with early humans and the envornment itself. However, one thing set the Lycans apart from the other races of the north aside from their appearance: many Lycans were evidently aware of their ability to transform in the presence of the moon or at night, using their abilities to gather vast swathes of territory and harass other civilizations relentlessly. This gave the Lycans their rather lowly contemporary reputation as savages, with some Lycans even in modern times still resorting to their feral, dangerous and uncivilized manners and living as marauders in light of the gradual transition into organized society.

Many centuries passed, with many of the Lycans still living as nomadic tribes while others set down into isolated villages, towns, and cities throughout the North. It was only until a legendary warrior-queen named Enfys arose to power that the Lycans gained their first sense of unity, culminating in Enfys's epic victory against a rather notorious Lycan warlord named Cain, a vicious dictator who had asserted a reign of terror over most of the lands of the North that the Lycans occupied for almost half a century. She established the city of Lycanmire as the capital of her hold, which remains the capital of the Lycanmire Hold to this day, becoming the first Jarl of Lycanmire. The presence of Enfys gave a sense of unity to the Lycans, who immediately ended their petty fighting and united together, forming the Lycanmire Hold, the Lycans' first nation.

The Lycans of Lycanmire are both feared and respected for their warriors, many of whom venture far beyond the North to become heroes and mercenaries elsewhere in the world. It is a martial society, which favors honor in battle and courage as the highest values one can achieve in battle. It shares a mutual respect with the many other nations of the North, but does not participate with Northern affairs as much as places like An’Zarok do. Many Lycans who dislike how rather isolationist their nation has become, such as Luca Greyfoot, often resort to becoming freelance warriors and mercenaries elsewhere in the world.

Innate Abilities:

• Moon Children: Every Lycan, during the night and especially when exposed to the moon, can transform into their true forms, granting them drastically increased strength, speed, stamina, hearing, and smell, and incredible resilience to damage due to a much larger muscle mass. However, Lycans in their true form are prone to feral bouts of rage, and the form can be rather uncontrollable to a Lycan who is not mentally prepared to transform. In addition, exiting the form almost always drains a Lycan of a considerable amount of energy, leaving them sluggish or weakened when they turn back to their normal forms, and repeated usage of transforming in and out of the Suppressed and True state can easily put a strain on one's body.

Innate Weaknesses:

• All Lycans possess a biological weakness to silver, which is capable of hindering or downright cancelling their transformation in their Suppressed state and gravely injuring Lycans in their True state. Additionally, loud noises can easily disorient a Lycan's heightened hearing.
• In modern Lycan society, the True form transformation is seen as taboo and looked down upon due to its uncontrollable nature and occasionally detrimental effect on a Lycan's health.
• Other Lycans and Vampires are natural enemies to True Lycans, with both being able to take and deliver equivalent damage.

Additional info: A different spin on the Werewolves.

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Name: Luca Greyfoot
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Race: Lycan

Appearance: See below:

Statistics:

Strength: 5
Agility: 2
Endurance: 4
Magical Prowess: 1

Bio:

Luca was born into Clan Grey-foot, one of the most powerful, wealthiest, and influential families in Lycanmire. They held a long heritage of great warriors and were a martial family, respected for their fearsome skill in combat and strict code of honor. Luca was born to Nico, leader of the Clan Grey-foot, in a rather unexpected pregnancy, after it was assumed his mother was infertile. Unfortunately, Luca's mother would later die from complications from childbirth, thus leaving the care for her child to fall upon Nico, who took it upon himself to sire his child personally, a task that would traditionally fall upon the mother.

Over the years, Nico would train his son in everything that he knew, from swordsmanship to archery, survival to hunting, among other tricks of his trade. It quickly became evident to Nico that Luca was shaping up to be an incredibly healthy and strong Lycan, even nearly surpassing his height in his teen years. Although he was still very young compared to the other warriors of the Clan, Luca was still able to show his capability and among adults, quickly garnering him fame and celebrity status within the Clan. This culminated into the day when Nico passed on the Clan sword, Illumina, the pack's most ancient sword, onto Luca. This was an incredible honor given that it was only passed down to the most skilled and most disciplined of warriors. Despite the warning that only very few could wield the runic blade, Luca wielded the blade as if it were his own, only further boosting his reputation as a skilled and intimidating fighter to both his allies and enemies alike.

Luca's skill with the Illumina quickly became the stuff of legend among the Clan Grey-foot, but his carefree antics and excessive pride drew ire from Nico, a grizzled veteran of past adventures, who saw in his son only his inability to lead the clan in battle, or rather anyone, for that matter. Looking to redeem himself and prove himself to his father, Luca set out wielding the Illumina on a risky solo mission to deal with a rather pesky group of goblins that had been pestering several villages outside of Lycanmire on a frequent spree of raids.

It was during this dangerous quest, beset on all sides by a swarm of his his tiny foes and under a full moon, that a highly-stressed out Luca first transformed into his True form, immediately cutting through swathes of the green marauders with his bare claws and fists before abruptly passing out, stomping out the goblin threat plaguing Lycanmire for good. Strangely, upon waking up the next morning and seeing his discarded equipment and ripped clothing nearby, as well as a group of Lycanmire guards approaching him with extra clothing, Luca remembered the battle in great detail, and it didn't take that smart of a Lycan to realize that he had transformed to stomp out the goblins. He was promptly returned to Lycanmire and his clan, admittedly scolded due to his transformation and humiliated due to his lack of clothes, but applauded nonetheless for his excellent self-control during his transformed time and his valiant efforts, so much so that the Jarl bestowed the title of Thane upon him, a high honor.

His experience in his True Form made Luca want to learn more about the mysterious transformation, and so began a series of late night study sessions followed by late night excursions, where he would study himself in his True form, mentally training himself to resist his feral urges as much as he could in his True form. As time went on, Luca eventually became better at doing so, gaining deep mental strength that would only help him go through the otherwise painful and maddening transformation process without damaging himself, the environment, or other people.

Some time passed, and Luca began to travel the world, briefly finding mercenary work and odd jobs in the few places in the North that would accept Lycans. During his time, Luca would refine his skills, garnering himself a reputation as a talented, imposing swordsman that was a menace to deal with up front. A certain recommendation to a Paean Legion was given to him, to which he accepted and quickly joined as a new Red Cloak, looking to assert his place and reputation in an otherwise alien, unfamiliar place far from home.

Heroic Boon:

• Sign of the Wolf: Imbues the user with increased stats during the night and only the night, and allows a Lycan to exert far greater control over their feral urges in the True state, also retaining their consciousness.

Abilities:

• [Moon Child]: When exposed to the moon or during the night, Luca can transform into his True state, granting him incredible strength, speed, stamina, hearing, smell, and resilience due to a much larger muscle mass. He may also pass on the Lycan transformation gift to direct descendants, and can turn back to his Suppressed form at will.
• [Absolute Unit]: True Form aside, Luca is a dangerous, physically imposing opponent specializing in crowd control and hard hits, and makes a perfect tanky fighter combining raw physical strength and swordsmanship into one powerful package.

Limitations:

• Luca carries all of the weaknesses associated with Lycans, namely silver and loud noises.
• Exiting his true form will almost always drain Luca of a significant amount of energy, and repetitive transformation between the forms will put a dangerous strain on his body.
• Luca specializes in fast, hard-hitting blows in combat. This does not necessarily mean that he is an incredibly agile fighter. In fact, an elf could easily outpace him in a short distance sprint or agility contest, whereas Luca could easily win the endurance or long distance race.

Equipment:

• [The Illumina]: The Illumina is Luca's personal Lycan steel runic greatsword that was passed down from the many generations of his family, eventually landing itself into his hands. It is carried on a scabbard on the back and is covered in ancient Lycan runes. Although it may seem large in human hands, and more or less akin to a giant sharpened slab of metal, Luca is capable of wielding it fine in his hands. After upgrading it with at Velathri blacksmith, using the magical dagger he acquired following the heirloom mission, the Illumina is capable of unleashing a large cloud of blinding black dust, which can mask his movements or be used to disorient foes.
• [Clothing]: When out in extremely cold weather that even his fur would be too cold for, or stealth missions or rainy ones, Luca uses his Paean Legion hooded cloak. This is worn over his regular clothing: a simple tunic, trousers, and a feather necklace. He also wears two steel-studded leather armguards, with studs of steel added onto the knuckles to add extra damage to his punches. Finally, he wears Illumina's scabbard over his back. A sheath for a small steel hunting dagger and small bag is also present on his person, carrying necessities like a rope, an ice pick, wineskin, flint and steel, compass and map, basic medical tools, and a bedroll.
• [Armor]: Over his clothing, Luca wears medium-strength Lycan armor which consists of a mixture of steel plate, mail, and leather, to maximize warmth and mobility without being too heavy. He also has a green cloak and cape to act as an alternative to his Paean Legion one (this is mainly for show), as well as two heavy shoulder pauldrons. Finally, a helmet tops off the armor literally.

Optional
Likes: Meat, cold weather, other Lycans, hunting, swordplay, quiet nights, mead, brooding over existential topics
Dislikes: Humans (distrust), goblins, elves, politics, deep water, wine, hot weather
Greatest Fear: Not living up to family name
Theme Song: Gatsu
VA: Marc Diraison