It's happening again. I have been visited by a soviet mad scientist, a king, a penguin prince of darkness, a house plant god thing, a mystical ancient member, a tired reaper (thank god) + a greeting.
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For the same reason Rome 2 was attacked by thousands of players who don't know what they're talking about. lleeeeeeemmmmings
Appearance: A tall, thin and old looking man with gray hair and even a decent sized beard to go with that. He often looks like he isn’t completely sane, or so many of those he has met said when they looked at his face. He has striking blue eyes, with small runes visible in the pupils. Despite the many runes he casts over himself, he cannot hide the fact that he walks slowly, or is very easy to wound if his magic is breached. He wears a long, dark cloak-like robe with gray rune engravings all across every portion of it His boots are long and the ends vanish beneath his other clothing.. At his side is what was once a long blade, broken halfway to be more of a sword on the shorter side, heavily engraved in runes and looking twice the man’s age.
He is relatively clean for his appearance; besides his somewhat scraggly hair, he has a clean looking cloak and sword, and looks normal everywhere else.
Backstory
The Vlantian line was once considered one of the most powerful families specializing in Magic prior to the days of the Primus. Vlantian I was a powerful Runic Mage who assumed control of the First Mage’s Rune-built castle.
The castle and Vlantian I’s authority allowed him to hold a very large amount of influence and power in the world at large, and put him as being one of the top Runic mages of his time. However, when the Primus rose to power over the course of a hundred years, fellow mages began “vanishing”. The enlightenment of others who could wield magic caused a deeply rooted hatred of the dominance of Runic mages to spill forth. Initially, when Runic magic was still young and undiscovered, the first created runes were extremely powerful. Over time, Runic mages became more lax, confident that nobody could match them. This bit them right up in the ass when the lazily built fortresses making use of simple defensive spells fell to a new horde of magic users that outnumbered Runic mages easily 1000 to 1 in just the beginning. Vlantian’s castle was the only one to still hold powerful runes from the early days, and that fact alone kept him safe when all other Runic mages were falling, one by one.
His abandonment of the affairs of his other mages left him isolated, until he finally had an army of mages upon his heavily warded doorstep. Powerful mages, lead by the Primus himself, battered at the defenses. The raw power that the Zod runes (runes of indestructability) were faced with caused them to shatter and the castle walls to implode. The entire outer ring being destroyed, Vlantian himself came out to face the Primus, warded with a combination of the most difficult runes to create and wielding a longsword that contained extremely powerful runes.
This wasn’t enough; many historians detailed the historic confrontation and in particular noted the moment when the Primus shattered the upper half of Vlantian’s longsword. It wasn’t long before the Primus was able to kill Vlantian, causing him to explode. All that remained was his sacred robes, his longsword and scattered runestones.
The castle itself was set upon by the entire horde of mages of all skill levels, and without any supplements, the remaining runic defenses failed. Many rare runestones of very pure material were looted and are sold at extortionate prices underground today. After that, remaining Runic mages either committed suicide or faded into the background, not wishing to face the Purge that had destroyed the most powerful Runic creation known to humanity… and indeed all other races.
The remains of the castle were taken up by Vlantian’s bastard son, who had early one been in obscurity simply because he wasn’t a legitimate ancestor and therefore unworthy of his father’s legacy. Vlantian II, as he titled himself, was also the only remaining member of his family when all the purges were completed. He had escaped because of his lack of worth, and the fact that he did not use any runic magic at the time - the most effective way of discovering anyone who practiced the type.
Taking control of the ruined castle, he discovered some useful things that had not been lost in the looting. The private (but not the open) library of his father was still intact, the Runic-based scrying stone was still functional within the private library, and a perfectly intact sequence of wall section was still up with which he could copy and use to repair other sections.
He never did get far in terms of fixing the castle - he was content with putting up simple wooden barriers and placing some mid-tier runes on them. He eventually used the scrying stone to look upon world affairs, including the Primus and his Tower from the outside. Vlantian II took every opportunity to spit at the side whenever he even thought of the Tower - he didn’t like his father much when he was alive, but he did hold great respect for the man, and always blamed the Primus.
One day, he went into a village, looking like a hobo with his low-end robes and by that time unkempt appearance. He didn’t make it obvious, but when asked he didn’t deny the fact that he lived in the Ruined Castle, as it was called at the time. He did skip over the fact that he was part of the Vlantian family line.
He didn’t have much experience with brothels, but he eventually learned all about them… and on that same line of thought met a very nice lady who he took out on a date with. I need not mention the cause for the woman bringing a baby to Vlantian’s door a year later.
Reluctantly, Vlantian took in the baby, and the woman. He still didn’t know her name, and when he asked, he learned that she was Melissia. If he had asked any further, he would have known that she was Melissa IV, a descendant of a long, well known line of Runic mages. He always wondered how she took the news of what he really was so calmly.
He raised the son to learn Runic magic and officially married Melissa when the son was 5 years old.
Now, at this point, one would think that everything was going perfectly and would end up having a happy ending. Of course, it never works out that way; Vlantian’s wife suffered a classic case of not paying attention and while trying to move a box down an old stairwell that she hadn’t used much, she missed the broken part and completely went down the stairs. She died just a few minutes later, right before Vlantian was able to get to her.
He became a very angry man inside. he used to go to the town once in a while and then completely stopped. He became distant from his 15 year old son and started blaming everything that was bad on the Primus. One day, he acted.
His son spent almost every day in the Ruined Castle, sitting and reading the old books, practicing his Runewords, taking sections out of the wall and elaborately creating medium level runestones. He missed it when his father, then a very old man in look and age, walked out one day.
Vlantian II came to the Tower, a place that he had long looked at in hatred and cursed nightly as his mental condition became worse. he attempted to create explosive runes and place them around the Tower. This he did (what he thought was) discreetly, and surprisingly wasn’t stopped at doing (the Tower was a place that in modern terms, would have 1000 cameras on one side facing the outside of the tower).
When he tried to detonate the runes, he learned a rather unfortunate warding spell the Primus had put on the tower. When the runes detonated, every part of the raw magic that was used came right back to the sender. The explosion drew mages and authorities alike to the location, with everyone wondering what could have happened to make a large crater on top of a large hill.. The Primus knew the truth.
Vlantian III, meanwhile, got his nose out of a book rather too late and noticed his father was gone. It sounds odd - the journey took months - but by this time, Vlantian’s father didn’t even speak to him. Using the Runic scryer, he attempted to find his father and found a rather large crater surrounded by curious folks. He was a rather smart fellow, and deduced that the crater was probably his father. What was left of it.
Vlantian III eventually decided to get his nose out of a book and explore the world. To make a long story short, he went into the black market and using runes and books from his private library was able to get the location of Vlantian I’s robes and sword, as well as the current owners. He got the items at an extremely cheap price - two cut throats.
Wearing his newly acquired robes and with his newly acquired sword at his side, he returned to the Castle and spent the better part of 20 years working on runewords and documenting his travels in books he never published. He went out a few more times and learned the disappearing of the Primus a few years after it had happened. It it was his father, the castle would have been in celebration, but because Vlantian didn’t particularly care and was scornful of anyone who didn’t share his affinity for Runic study, he wrote another book about low end runewords.
One day, he found a message on the doorstep. he almost threw it in the fireplace when he noticed the sender.
He read the message a few times. Then he packed up, put on his robe and sword, stuffed a few runestones into his newly-made coat pockets (the best creation ever imagined, in his mind) along with a spellbook and made his way out to the Tower.
Personality
Vlantian III. A bookworm, an explorer and an aristocrat are terms to describe him in a nutshell. he thirsts for knowledge, loves to see new things and despises the folks that don’t. He’s a wildcard in terms of loyalty; he grew up with the view that whatever works is the best way. If it’s not morally acceptable to others, then the others get to be put in his “special category” of people he couldn’t care less about. He could be interpreted as having OCD, but it is in reality a carryover from the extreme amount of attention he puts into his runes. If he starts ranting… stop him quickly.
Magic School and Skill: His specialty is Runic magic.
He is one of the few of his kind to actually master his art in a way that is effective. In the grand scheme of things, he is potent, but rather old in body and mind (he has not been able to successfully create runes for life extension that are safe).
He specializes in group and defensive runewords, which were required for him to protect what remained of his family mansion. As a result, he is capable of heavily warding places to be almost impossible to enter.
Given time, he is capable of making various other runewords as well; however, the more they deviate from his specialty, the more he must reference books and spend time preparing. It is this preparation that makes the magic inefficient to any who had initially been interested in even knowing about his line.
To supplement his magic, he always carries a runebook and several runestones in his pockets.
I loved it. Super-accepted. By the way, you were supposed to add a second "how did you hear about the tower" section, but I won't make you because that question was essentially answered in his backstory.
That was the used logic, yes.
Adding a tale of how he figured it out would be a TLDR, and who needs that when you can read a wall of backstory instead?
Got some other things to catch up on, so I'm holding back the demon summoner. i do have a long CS that many people wouldn't want to read through about a Runic mage with some social problems, though!
Name:Kaesus Vlantian III
Aliases: ”The Last Runic”
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Appearance: A tall, thin and old looking man with gray hair and even a decent sized beard to go with that. He often looks like he isn’t completely sane, or so many of those he has met said when they looked at his face. He has striking blue eyes, with small runes visible in the pupils. Despite the many runes he casts over himself, he cannot hide the fact that he walks slowly, or is very easy to wound if his magic is breached. He wears a long, dark cloak-like robe with gray rune engravings all across every portion of it His boots are long and the ends vanish beneath his other clothing.. At his side is what was once a long blade, broken halfway to be more of a sword on the shorter side, heavily engraved in runes and looking twice the man’s age.
He is relatively clean for his appearance; besides his somewhat scraggly hair, he has a clean looking cloak and sword, and looks normal everywhere else.
Backstory
The Vlantian line was once considered one of the most powerful families specializing in Magic prior to the days of the Primus. Vlantian I was a powerful Runic Mage who assumed control of the First Mage’s Rune-built castle.
The castle and Vlantian I’s authority allowed him to hold a very large amount of influence and power in the world at large, and put him as being one of the top Runic mages of his time. However, when the Primus rose to power over the course of a hundred years, fellow mages began “vanishing”. The enlightenment of others who could wield magic caused a deeply rooted hatred of the dominance of Runic mages to spill forth. Initially, when Runic magic was still young and undiscovered, the first created runes were extremely powerful. Over time, Runic mages became more lax, confident that nobody could match them. This bit them right up in the ass when the lazily built fortresses making use of simple defensive spells fell to a new horde of magic users that outnumbered Runic mages easily 1000 to 1 in just the beginning. Vlantian’s castle was the only one to still hold powerful runes from the early days, and that fact alone kept him safe when all other Runic mages were falling, one by one.
His abandonment of the affairs of his other mages left him isolated, until he finally had an army of mages upon his heavily warded doorstep. Powerful mages, lead by the Primus himself, battered at the defenses. The raw power that the Zod runes (runes of indestructability) were faced with caused them to shatter and the castle walls to implode. The entire outer ring being destroyed, Vlantian himself came out to face the Primus, warded with a combination of the most difficult runes to create and wielding a longsword that contained extremely powerful runes.
This wasn’t enough; many historians detailed the historic confrontation and in particular noted the moment when the Primus shattered the upper half of Vlantian’s longsword. It wasn’t long before the Primus was able to kill Vlantian, causing him to explode. All that remained was his sacred robes, his longsword and scattered runestones.
The castle itself was set upon by the entire horde of mages of all skill levels, and without any supplements, the remaining runic defenses failed. Many rare runestones of very pure material were looted and are sold at extortionate prices underground today. After that, remaining Runic mages either committed suicide or faded into the background, not wishing to face the Purge that had destroyed the most powerful Runic creation known to humanity… and indeed all other races.
The remains of the castle were taken up by Vlantian’s bastard son, who had early one been in obscurity simply because he wasn’t a legitimate ancestor and therefore unworthy of his father’s legacy. Vlantian II, as he titled himself, was also the only remaining member of his family when all the purges were completed. He had escaped because of his lack of worth, and the fact that he did not use any runic magic at the time - the most effective way of discovering anyone who practiced the type.
Taking control of the ruined castle, he discovered some useful things that had not been lost in the looting. The private (but not the open) library of his father was still intact, the Runic-based scrying stone was still functional within the private library, and a perfectly intact sequence of wall section was still up with which he could copy and use to repair other sections.
He never did get far in terms of fixing the castle - he was content with putting up simple wooden barriers and placing some mid-tier runes on them. He eventually used the scrying stone to look upon world affairs, including the Primus and his Tower from the outside. Vlantian II took every opportunity to spit at the side whenever he even thought of the Tower - he didn’t like his father much when he was alive, but he did hold great respect for the man, and always blamed the Primus.
One day, he went into a village, looking like a hobo with his low-end robes and by that time unkempt appearance. He didn’t make it obvious, but when asked he didn’t deny the fact that he lived in the Ruined Castle, as it was called at the time. He did skip over the fact that he was part of the Vlantian family line.
He didn’t have much experience with brothels, but he eventually learned all about them… and on that same line of thought met a very nice lady who he took out on a date with. I need not mention the cause for the woman bringing a baby to Vlantian’s door a year later.
Reluctantly, Vlantian took in the baby, and the woman. He still didn’t know her name, and when he asked, he learned that she was Melissia. If he had asked any further, he would have known that she was Melissa IV, a descendant of a long, well known line of Runic mages. He always wondered how she took the news of what he really was so calmly.
He raised the son to learn Runic magic and officially married Melissa when the son was 5 years old.
Now, at this point, one would think that everything was going perfectly and would end up having a happy ending. Of course, it never works out that way; Vlantian’s wife suffered a classic case of not paying attention and while trying to move a box down an old stairwell that she hadn’t used much, she missed the broken part and completely went down the stairs. She died just a few minutes later, right before Vlantian was able to get to her.
He became a very angry man inside. he used to go to the town once in a while and then completely stopped. He became distant from his 15 year old son and started blaming everything that was bad on the Primus. One day, he acted.
His son spent almost every day in the Ruined Castle, sitting and reading the old books, practicing his Runewords, taking sections out of the wall and elaborately creating medium level runestones. He missed it when his father, then a very old man in look and age, walked out one day.
Vlantian II came to the Tower, a place that he had long looked at in hatred and cursed nightly as his mental condition became worse. he attempted to create explosive runes and place them around the Tower. This he did (what he thought was) discreetly, and surprisingly wasn’t stopped at doing (the Tower was a place that in modern terms, would have 1000 cameras on one side facing the outside of the tower).
When he tried to detonate the runes, he learned a rather unfortunate warding spell the Primus had put on the tower. When the runes detonated, every part of the raw magic that was used came right back to the sender. The explosion drew mages and authorities alike to the location, with everyone wondering what could have happened to make a large crater on top of a large hill.. The Primus knew the truth.
Vlantian III, meanwhile, got his nose out of a book rather too late and noticed his father was gone. It sounds odd - the journey took months - but by this time, Vlantian’s father didn’t even speak to him. Using the Runic scryer, he attempted to find his father and found a rather large crater surrounded by curious folks. He was a rather smart fellow, and deduced that the crater was probably his father. What was left of it.
Vlantian III eventually decided to get his nose out of a book and explore the world. To make a long story short, he went into the black market and using runes and books from his private library was able to get the location of Vlantian I’s robes and sword, as well as the current owners. He got the items at an extremely cheap price - two cut throats.
Wearing his newly acquired robes and with his newly acquired sword at his side, he returned to the Castle and spent the better part of 20 years working on runewords and documenting his travels in books he never published. He went out a few more times and learned the disappearing of the Primus a few years after it had happened. It it was his father, the castle would have been in celebration, but because Vlantian didn’t particularly care and was scornful of anyone who didn’t share his affinity for Runic study, he wrote another book about low end runewords.
One day, he found a message on the doorstep. he almost threw it in the fireplace when he noticed the sender.
He read the message a few times. Then he packed up, put on his robe and sword, stuffed a few runestones into his newly-made coat pockets (the best creation ever imagined, in his mind) along with a spellbook and made his way out to the Tower.
Personality
Vlantian III. A bookworm, an explorer and an aristocrat are terms to describe him in a nutshell. he thirsts for knowledge, loves to see new things and despises the folks that don’t. He’s a wildcard in terms of loyalty; he grew up with the view that whatever works is the best way. If it’s not morally acceptable to others, then the others get to be put in his “special category” of people he couldn’t care less about. He could be interpreted as having OCD, but it is in reality a carryover from the extreme amount of attention he puts into his runes. If he starts ranting… stop him quickly.
Magic School and Skill: His specialty is Runic magic.
He is one of the few of his kind to actually master his art in a way that is effective. In the grand scheme of things, he is potent, but rather old in body and mind (he has not been able to successfully create runes for life extension that are safe).
He specializes in group and defensive runewords, which were required for him to protect what remained of his family mansion. As a result, he is capable of heavily warding places to be almost impossible to enter.
Given time, he is capable of making various other runewords as well; however, the more they deviate from his specialty, the more he must reference books and spend time preparing. It is this preparation that makes the magic inefficient to any who had initially been interested in even knowing about his line.
To supplement his magic, he always carries a runebook and several runestones in his pockets.
I must warn you, the bio that I'm making for the Runic based character is a long-winded, not proofread half-rant. You have been warned. Once I start, I can't stop...
I'll probably go with the simpler option considering I would overthink it otherwise and proceed to spend 3 months on it... and then join the IC when the big bad guy is dead :P
