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House Wars and Blood Feuds In Old Venara

@Zverda Oye, by the way Fiona is probably going to go full regal bitch mode on Nalia haha Whenever I post again anyway.

The Tides of Change: Act 1 The Hand of Death

@Landaus Five-One Yes.. Damn barbarians thinking they know everything.

Also thank you! =D

The Order of the White Lily

@Masterkeun Sounds great! Go for it!

House Wars and Blood Feuds In Old Venara

@Zverda Because life is busy and I can only spread my attention so much and still understand what I'm doing hahaha

The Tides of Change: Act 1 The Hand of Death

Tisandros Cavalleri

Tisandros Cavalleri

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Character Summary

Name:Tisandros Cavalleri
Aliases:Tisan, San, Caval
Age: 76
Race/Ethnicty: Naga Race
Place of Origin: Deep in the mountains near Andale Tower
Gender: Male
Class/Job: Mercenary, Thief

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Stats

Though we will not be rolling dice for feats, this will give a baseline to run off of for your character. Max for any stat is 20, average is 10. You have 75 stat point to assign between the six stats.

Strength: 10
Dexterity: 20
Constitution: 5
Intelligence: 15
Wisdom: 20
Charisma: 5

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Physical Attributes

Height: 6'0" or 230cm when in his standard position, raises to about 7' 6" or 288cm when his tail is coiled under him.
Weight: 215lbs
Build: Slender build
Day To Day Attire: Wears nothing but a belt around his waste

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Psychological Attributes

Wise * Stern * Calm * Subtle

Personality: Tisandros is calm in his demeanor and very wise. He will often listen to all of what another has to say and will correct them if needed through means of asking questions, discovering their answers and then asking more questions allowing them to discern the correct answer for themselves. Though he isn't arrogant he often feels he is the smartest man in the company however his subtlety doesn't allow his thoughts of this nature to be noted.

Tisandros more often then not will stand his ground against opposition, whether that be verbal or physical. His foes are foes through and through, this is where his sternness comes into play. While he is not stern in day to day interactions, he is in intellectual debates, aggravated scenarios or physical encounters.

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Skills

A listing of skills, such as horseback riding, and natural abilities, such as night vision - this also includes any racial edges

• Skill: Night vision - Can not see traditionally better then any human could, more rather can detect infrared radiation from warm bodies within up to ten metres (32 or so feet) away.
• Skill: Prolonged breath holding/Excellent Swimmer - Can hold his breath for a really long time though he does eventually have to come up for air. Due to his physical nature he can swim really well and rather quick moving as an eel would underwater
• Skill: Druidic Magic Mage - After studying Druidic magic for most of his life he is an Expert level mage
• Skill: Extremely dexterous - Due to his physical attributes he is nimble and flexible often using his tail as a means of climbing, killing and distraction.
• Skill: Short sword play - He would be considered a journeyman level sword player as he often does not need to use it but, has it in case a close quarters confrontation were to arise.

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Magic

A listing of spells, their descriptions - casting times, elements needed to cast, expected damage, any drawbacks to casting

• Familiar: A root fairy named Nyx
• Spell: Weather Manipulation - Pulls magic from his familiar and can manipulate the weather within a 50 yard radius for up to 45 minutes
• Spell: Divination - Looks to the stars and to the signs in the earth for the study and prediction of future encounters. This ability is more inherent after it was learned and does not require much magic
• Spell: Zoolingualism/Animal Empathy - Draws power from his familiar for the ability to communicate and sway the feelings of various animals and creatures. The less predatory the animal is the less magic is required to communicate and sway. Larger more dangerous animals require a lot more focus and magic.
• Spell: Nature Manipulation - The ability to manipulate botanical entities within a 50 yard radius. Ie. quickly grow plants, lift roots, drop branches, etc. Cannot manipulate weather and nature at the same time. Draws his power from the natural life of the plants.

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Possessions

Possessions Generally On Person: Clothing, coin purse, money, etc

• Item: A belt made of roots and vines wrapped around his waste
• Item: A coin purse containing 60 coin at the moment
• Item: An empty lantern used to carry Nyx, made into her little home.
• Item: A small pouch filled with 5 vials of liquid

Weapons: Personal weapons, no magically enhanced items

• Item: Short sword
• Item: Uses his tail and magic as a weapon more often then not

Armor: Base armor only, no magically enhanced items

• Item: Wears no armour as his scales are a natural armour.

Animals: Have a horse or bird?

• Animal: Nyx is his root fairy, they are never separated, she is his familiar

Potions: Premade or prepurchased potions

• Item: 2 Vials of a healing elixir, made to expedite the healing process by 3 times, the potion is a pearlescent green with light blue streams running up the sides.
• Item: 1 Vial of poison, a purple vial that's 3/4 of the way full. Only a few drops needed to get the job done.
• Item: 1 Vial of a sleeping draft, a bright orange color.
• Item: 1 Vial of unknown contents, given to Nyx when she becomes weak to reinvigorate her. It's a light sky blue, only a few drops needed for effect.

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History

Parents: Both are deceased
Siblings: No known siblings

Childhood: During Tisandros' childhood, the fighting against the Naga became really terrible. The village he grew up in was decimated by ravaging villagers who thought of his type as a monster or beast to be slain. Thinking that by destroying the "hive" they would eliminate the problem. While he was still young and not quite fully grown, Tisandros parents had him hide away deep within the earth where he would not be found. After a few weeks and fighting seemed to be ended, he emerged from the earth starving and dehydrated to find that his entire village had been killed and destroyed. He searched but found no survivors. He travelled to the woods of Galorond and made a home there under the canopies of the trees. After a few years of living on the land an older druid mage found his way into his wood looking for a secluded place to build him home and meditate on his magic.

Tisandros, originally planning on scaring the mage out of the woods instead studying him from amongst the trees before coming down and introducing himself, ready for a fight should the need arise. The mage look a liking to the young Naga and the two became fast friends. The mage taught Tisandros everything he knew all the while calling him Caval. He learned quickly and naturally, discovering his love and passion for magic. In his 30's Tisandros travelled to the fairy wood with his master where he met Nyx. He saved her from an attacking predator using his powers of Zoolingualism and Animal Empathy. Nyx clung to him, lost and alone and Tisandros formed an unmatched bond between them. They've been together ever since, the tiny fairy and the large Naga.

Adulthood: At the age of 50, the mage was very old and having taught Tisandros everything he knew, died in his sleep under a full silver moon giving his Caval his final lesson in divination magic as he prophesied his own death. Tisandros buried his friend and father deep under the structure they built together to make the old mans home. The old man left him his short sword and keep with him always in case of emergency and he's held onto it ever since.

After a few years of wondering he joined a mercenary group and learned not only how to use his skills to his advantage but also how to use this dagger as he needed it. He became a pretty good thief in spite of his size because of his ability to get really low to the ground and hold his breath for long periods. He could sneak onto a passing ship, steal a chest and sneak off without much of a sound or whisper.

Special Moments: The death of his village, the meeting and dying of the old mage and joining the group of mercenaries.
Current Events: Tisandros and Nyx are strolling through their woods watching and counting the stars together, Nyx sitting comfortably on his shoulder her little head resting against his neck. Tisandros stopped slowly and whispered to himself, "Why do I do this? Why have I chosen this life my friend? And why have you joined me?" The little fairy snuggled her face into the Nagas neck as if to tell him she would accompany him anywhere. Tisandros sighed to himself, hoping to make a change within himself and use the ability the old mage gave him for good rather then for harm.

Extras

Character Quote: "The winds blow, the trees with grow and I can manipulate them but, the world will still grow and change without my manipulation, I will never be stronger then the earth and the earth will never bow to my strength."

Heap's trove of random ideas in the making

Tisandros Cavalleri

Tisandros Cavalleri

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Character Summary

Name:Tisandros Cavalleri
Aliases:Tisan, San, Caval
Age: 76
Race/Ethnicty: Naga Race
Place of Origin: Deep in the mountains near Andale Tower
Gender: Male
Class/Job: Mercenary, Thief

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Stats

Though we will not be rolling dice for feats, this will give a baseline to run off of for your character. Max for any stat is 20, average is 10. You have 75 stat point to assign between the six stats.

Strength: 10
Dexterity: 20
Constitution: 5
Intelligence: 15
Wisdom: 20
Charisma: 5

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Physical Attributes

Height: 6'0" or 230cm when in his standard position, raises to about 7' 6" or 288cm when his tail is coiled under him.
Weight: 215lbs
Build: Slender build
Day To Day Attire: Wears nothing but a belt around his waste

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Psychological Attributes

Wise * Stern * Calm * Subtle

Personality: Tisandros is calm in his demeanor and very wise. He will often listen to all of what another has to say and will correct them if needed through means of asking questions, discovering their answers and then asking more questions allowing them to discern the correct answer for themselves. Though he isn't arrogant he often feels he is the smartest man in the company however his subtlety doesn't allow his thoughts of this nature to be noted.

Tisandros more often then not will stand his ground against opposition, whether that be verbal or physical. His foes are foes through and through, this is where his sternness comes into play. While he is not stern in day to day interactions, he is in intellectual debates, aggravated scenarios or physical encounters.

---

Skills

A listing of skills, such as horseback riding, and natural abilities, such as night vision - this also includes any racial edges

• Skill: Night vision - Can not see traditionally better then any human could, more rather can detect infrared radiation from warm bodies within up to ten metres (32 or so feet) away.
• Skill: Prolonged breath holding/Excellent Swimmer - Can hold his breath for a really long time though he does eventually have to come up for air. Due to his physical nature he can swim really well and rather quick moving as an eel would underwater
• Skill: Druidic Magic Mage - After studying Druidic magic for most of his life he is an Expert level mage
• Skill: Extremely dexterous - Due to his physical attributes he is nimble and flexible often using his tail as a means of climbing, killing and distraction.
• Skill: Short sword play - He would be considered a journeyman level sword player as he often does not need to use it but, has it in case a close quarters confrontation were to arise.

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Magic

A listing of spells, their descriptions - casting times, elements needed to cast, expected damage, any drawbacks to casting

• Familiar: A root fairy named Nyx
• Spell: Weather Manipulation - Pulls magic from his familiar and can manipulate the weather within a 50 yard radius for up to 45 minutes
• Spell: Divination - Looks to the stars and to the signs in the earth for the study and prediction of future encounters. This ability is more inherent after it was learned and does not require much magic
• Spell: Zoolingualism/Animal Empathy - Draws power from his familiar for the ability to communicate and sway the feelings of various animals and creatures. The less predatory the animal is the less magic is required to communicate and sway. Larger more dangerous animals require a lot more focus and magic.
• Spell: Nature Manipulation - The ability to manipulate botanical entities within a 50 yard radius. Ie. quickly grow plants, lift roots, drop branches, etc. Cannot manipulate weather and nature at the same time. Draws his power from the natural life of the plants.

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Possessions

Possessions Generally On Person: Clothing, coin purse, money, etc

• Item: A belt made of roots and vines wrapped around his waste
• Item: A coin purse containing 60 coin at the moment
• Item: An empty lantern used to carry Nyx, made into her little home.
• Item: A small pouch filled with 5 vials of liquid

Weapons: Personal weapons, no magically enhanced items

• Item: Short sword
• Item: Uses his tail and magic as a weapon more often then not

Armor: Base armor only, no magically enhanced items

• Item: Wears no armour as his scales are a natural armour.

Animals: Have a horse or bird?

• Animal: Nyx is his root fairy, they are never separated, she is his familiar

Potions: Premade or prepurchased potions

• Item: 2 Vials of a healing elixir, made to expedite the healing process by 3 times, the potion is a pearlescent green with light blue streams running up the sides.
• Item: 1 Vial of poison, a purple vial that's 3/4 of the way full. Only a few drops needed to get the job done.
• Item: 1 Vial of a sleeping draft, a bright orange color.
• Item: 1 Vial of unknown contents, given to Nyx when she becomes weak to reinvigorate her. It's a light sky blue, only a few drops needed for effect.

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History

Parents: Both are deceased
Siblings: No known siblings

Childhood: During Tisandros' childhood, the fighting against the Naga became really terrible. The village he grew up in was decimated by ravaging villagers who thought of his type as a monster or beast to be slain. Thinking that by destroying the "hive" they would eliminate the problem. While he was still young and not quite fully grown, Tisandros parents had him hide away deep within the earth where he would not be found. After a few weeks and fighting seemed to be ended, he emerged from the earth starving and dehydrated to find that his entire village had been killed and destroyed. He searched but found no survivors. He travelled to the woods of Galorond and made a home there under the canopies of the trees. After a few years of living on the land an older druid mage found his way into his wood looking for a secluded place to build him home and meditate on his magic.

Tisandros, originally planning on scaring the mage out of the woods instead studying him from amongst the trees before coming down and introducing himself, ready for a fight should the need arise. The mage look a liking to the young Naga and the two became fast friends. The mage taught Tisandros everything he knew all the while calling him Caval. He learned quickly and naturally, discovering his love and passion for magic. In his 30's Tisandros travelled to the fairy wood with his master where he met Nyx. He saved her from an attacking predator using his powers of Zoolingualism and Animal Empathy. Nyx clung to him, lost and alone and Tisandros formed an unmatched bond between them. They've been together ever since, the tiny fairy and the large Naga.

Adulthood: At the age of 50, the mage was very old and having taught Tisandros everything he knew, died in his sleep under a full silver moon giving his Caval his final lesson in divination magic as he prophesied his own death. Tisandros buried his friend and father deep under the structure they built together to make the old mans home. The old man left him his short sword and keep with him always in case of emergency and he's held onto it ever since.

After a few years of wondering he joined a mercenary group and learned not only how to use his skills to his advantage but also how to use this dagger as he needed it. He became a pretty good thief in spite of his size because of his ability to get really low to the ground and hold his breath for long periods. He could sneak onto a passing ship, steal a chest and sneak off without much of a sound or whisper.

Special Moments: The death of his village, the meeting and dying of the old mage and joining the group of mercenaries.
Current Events: Tisandros and Nyx are strolling through their woods watching and counting the stars together, Nyx sitting comfortably on his shoulder her little head resting against his neck. Tisandros stopped slowly and whispered to himself, "Why do I do this? Why have I chosen this life my friend? And why have you joined me?" The little fairy snuggled her face into the Nagas neck as if to tell him she would accompany him anywhere. Tisandros sighed to himself, hoping to make a change within himself and use the ability the old mage gave him for good rather then for harm.

Extras

Character Quote: "The winds blow, the trees with grow and I can manipulate them but, the world will still grow and change without my manipulation, I will never be stronger then the earth and the earth will never bow to my strength."

House Wars and Blood Feuds In Old Venara

Sorry guys, not a super long post considering it involved two characters.

House Wars and Blood Feuds In Old Venara

Lorenzo and Fiona Delorano

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Fiona watched her son as he entered the room with the eyes of a proud parent basking in the success of a child as well as the eyes of a lioness watching her growing son. His mannerisms and accomplishments in his knowledge and abilities were evident those paying attention. As Lorenzo shook hands with his friends and comrades, Nalia made her announcement of Lorenzos new position and seat in the hall which took many for a surprise including Lorenzo whose face lit up slightly at his name being spoken in such honor. When he took his place next to his mother, Fiona caught his eye and smiled gently at him her eyes screaming with victory behind the fading tears and then returning her expression to normal as she faced to group once again. Watching the drama unfold under the Delorano roof as she sipped from the edge of her wine glass with all the grace of a noble lady.

She was no longer surprised or shocked by Luciens childish temper tantrums though now, she was almost gracious towards them due to their influence in the advancements of her sons position.

Fionas eyes found Junipers in cold content at her outburst during the summoning of her brother to honor him in a wake. The scorn was apparent to anyone watching and the disapproval was evident. Had Otto and Nalia not spoken first, she would no doubt have stood and spoken, instead she rose a glass of deep red wine to Nalia in honor of what she said and how she spoke then took a sip upon the conclusion of her speech. Fionas eyes no longer bore evidence to her distress and sadness towards her brothers death, they were instead filled with calm disdain, mixed with a solemn kindness that was known to others as her neutral expression.

As Juniper stood and came around the table, speaking words of apology, Lorenzos face immediately fell into a soft smile he nodded at her understandingly and sympathetically, "I understand cousin." his voice was compassionate and warm as it often was. "By my honor, my fathers honor and the honor of my beloved uncle and second father, I will never disgrace them or give them any reason to believe their decision was not a sound one. They are wise and noble." Lorenzo's voice showed no evidence of mockery or sarcasm, his words were genuine and honest. When Fionas eyes met Junipers she simply nodded approvingly before turning to face the room again.

The crack of the gunshot disturbed the subtle murmurings of the gathered group. Lorenzo stood instantly, hand on the hilt of his sword ready to draw it at any moment. Fiona did not stand but she did shift her eyes towards the balcony where the doors rattled then opened emerging The Crow from the shifting air. The others spoke singularly and all at once, Lorenzo's sword now being drawn from it's sheath before Fiona's hand lifted and touched Lorenzo's arm with her fingertips. Lorenzo looked at her with a small face of confusion as to why she had stopped him.

Fiona rose from her seat with elegance and walked towards the balcony door, walking past the other members of the house and standing in front of them towards the uninvited guest. "Crow, why have you come here? If I remember from our last encounter you were told to never appear unless called upon. Was I unclear at the conclusion of our last engagement on this matter?" Her eyes watched the crows firmly and unmoving. Disapproval and scorn marked her face as she spoke to the man she seemingly had known for quite some time. "Speak!" Her deep, noble voice was loud and demanding her fingers were laced together and draped low in front of her waste standing still, her beautiful eyes and face marking him for death should he fail to comply with her demands.

Lorenzo's eyes shifted from his mother to the crow unsure of how or why there had ever been an alliance between the two, unsure of how they met, or when, or for what purpose. He made his way as well and stood somewhat behind but next to his mother his hand still wrapped around the hilt of his sword in case of a scuffle.

The World of Lasgoul

Saida stood before her new friend and comrade Rhindani she heard her words and her voice and nodded at her almost sympathetically. At the shutter of a gunshot and the large wooden doors to the estate opening a few of the fellowship marched in and began their divergence through the gates, arrows being flown and swords being slashed. The sound of the air being obstructed by the clattering of metal and the screams of pain.

Saida stood still for a moment, as if pausing time within her taking in the scene. Heavy running inwards, gunners falling distances to their death as arrows artfully pierced their skin, ending the light that once filled them and silencing forever the never to be accomplished dreams of their past. The wind picked up her long hair and brushed the exposed skin of her torso as if speaking to her in a language only she understood. She clasped her hands together for a moment and held them close her chest below her chin, whispering quickly in elven tongue a prayer for herself and her comrades to Deus Lucis and also praying that the announced enemies lives would end quickly should they end, without too much pain or suffering. Her hands glowed in an amber golden light for a moment as she muttered, her voice sounding almost as if singing a lullaby.

After the moment end and time seemed to resume, the wind calmed it's gust as Saida strode towards the large and thick wooden door, carefully stepping over the broken splinters that released themselves upon a large impact that no doubt smashed into it to gain entry. The rubble under her feet was grey and lifeless, telling a sad story of misfortune and echoing a warning from a past no longer known. As she crossed the threshold of the gate the voices and cries of many unified, slipping past the point of single recognition.

She watched as elf known as Thirodaen used his bow with extreme accuracy, watching his foes drop stories below sometimes with a final desperate cry, others without a word, all shattering at the mocking steps of the manors building entrance. The one named Veryon, causing catastrophic damage with his axe, splattering pools of blood in a trail that marked his path. Smeared red paint and broken bodies lying here and there. Nicholas working his way through the small weak points in the armour of his enemies, going in head first and attacking with a calm fury.

Saida kneeled down and touched her fingertips to the floor, hearing the vibrations of footsteps echo through her body, feeling the whereabouts of friends and foes and placing them in their locations on the map of the estate slowly forming in her mind. She felt the rumble of heavy steps and the gentle touch of light steps, the steps of a small group no doubt attempting to flank from around the left side of the building that sat within the large courtyard.

Saida stood from her crouched stance and with swift soundless steps waited at the corner of the building for the group to emerge, their steps growing less faint with each step forward they took. She pulled a throwing knife from her hip and held it at the ready by her side, her other hand pressed against the wall of the manor feeling for movements and sounds echoing off of it. As the first of the group stepped from around the corner, Saida quickly placed a hand over the bandits mouth, pressed her knife to the man's throat and in an elegant and swift motion sliced, spilling blood like a malfunctioning fountain from the wound. The man fell as Saida quickly worked her way towards the next of the five men in the group.

The second man who was aware of Saida presence dodged the first advancement of Saida and retorted in a thrust of his sword, managing to graze her skin enough to cut it but not cause any real damage. She moved in again, this time from the side and jammed the knife up the jaw and throat of the second man, causing a gurgled scream of pain as a response before the blood of his throat pulled in his mouth and dripped down his chin and through the slit in his jaw, tumbling him to the floor at Saida's feet. With the fast approaching of the third man, Saida twisted around to avoid a spear tossed her her direction avoiding it by inches as her hair danced with her twirl, throwing the knife in the mans direction and smashing it's blade square in the center of his forehead. The third man was down and Saidas skin was drenched in blood that wasn't hers aside from the cut on the left side of her torso that caused her little to no pain.

Saida began to approach the fourth man as the others in the fellowship began entering in the fight as well.

Men vs. Women Race to 1000

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