Bartimaeus

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Campaign rules
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Starting lvl 3-4
Stat method: Point buy

Races: Standard Lineages, Exotic Lineages (NOT Harengon, Shadar-Kai, Eladrin, Locathah, or Tortle), Monstrous Lineages (NOT Centaur, or Minotaur), and Setting Specific races (Warforged, Loxodon, Simic Hybrid, Vedalken, Gif, Thri-keen, and Leonin ONLY)

Tracking: Rations, NOT ammo, NOT weight

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Dark Upon Dark

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The end of days may be upon us. Though we've persevered in the face of the end of days before -- we were lucky. We had a beacon of hope that we now no longer possess. Commander Guyant Kethlin - the stalwart leader and paragon-cleric of our order is long-gone -- a sacrifice made to keep the dark, seemingly all-powerful entity known as Driraanach at bay. But just at bay.. and only for a time.

Now, that time seems to be coming to an end. Unless we stop the forces of Driraanach's vassals - who, despite his imprisonment, seem to never stop growing - we will be conquered, and he will be freed. And the end of days will be upon us.

But for now, Driraanach is still imprisoned. Great chains cast upon him by Commander Guyant hold him in a deep pit of sanctity, beneath an unknown fortress within the Underdark. But the dark one's subjects possess many abilities, and through deception and espionage, they have unburied the location of their deity's entombment - and they have weakened the bonds that hold him. Though they are not quite strong enough to free their liege outright, it is only a matter of time before he amasses enough strength to free himself, now that his bindings are weakened.

It is our duty, as Keepers of Marr, to ensure that Driraanach remains imprisoned, and that his forces be culled as much as possible. Between footsoldiers, scribes, blacksmiths, and all in-between, all are recruited by the Keepers, and all make great influence in this war of attrition - this war to save all wars.

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We gonna keep the info area pretty short since I been chatting with you lot behind the scenes, but we're puttin' the jist of it here. Gonna include some important peeps bellow.

Commander Guyant Kethlin

Race: Half-Elf
Commander Guyant was the founder of the Keepers of Marr, and the greatest leader the order has known in its several hundred years of standing. He sacrificed his life to cast impossibly powerful bindings upon Driraanach, which sap his power and apportion it to the most power clerics amongst the Keepers - whom divvy it amongst the order further.

Commander Leyue Juskar

Race: Yuan-Ti
Commander Leyue is the most recent commander of the Keepers of Marr, and stands as a stalwart, if strict, leader to the order's army and military processes.

Knight Commander Buro Kuron

Race: Halfling
Knight Commander Buro Kuron stands as the right-hand to Commander Leyue, applying and spreading his orders, and aiding him in military matters. He presides over every Captain and Sub-Captain in the order, but still stands second to Commander Leyue.

The Great Clerical Circle

The Great Cleric Circle consists of twelve powerful clerics, who remain largely anonymous, for safety reasons. These clerics harness and divvy the power divined from Driraanach's chains amongst the order -- but not a single one of them shines light upon the prowess with which Commander Guyant once operated.

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Captain Huen Highrel

Race: Human
Captain Huen sits among many other Captains, but notably to you, conducts your company, amongst others. He is a gruff, reserved commander who displays nothing but duty and appreciation for his position.

Sub-Captain Welrock Wynn

Race: Human
Sub-Captain Welrock commands your sub-company, which consists of your squad and two others. He presides directly over ______ and acts as a half-way point between your squad and any higher communications. Notably, he possesses a rather bright disposition.

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Pallyx

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• Name: Pallyx Ellsyn
• Gender: Female (Biologically male)
• Age: 23
• Appearance:
  Pallyx is fairly petite at first glance, standing at just 5'4" and weighing around 125lbs. Her clavicle-length, phthalo-green hair is most often left to its own devices, as she doesn't care at all to style it, and frames her heart-shaped face loosely, often brushing in front of it or wherever it wants to go. Her equally-green, expressive eyebrows rest thin over her rose-ish-colored eyes, which are similarly quite expressive, unbeknownst to her. Aside from facial details, Pallyx possesses fair, clear skin and is just mostly unassuming in-all. She is pretty slim, and seems mostly soft in physique, but does have some definition to her muscles, most notably in her thighs and biceps.
• Personality:
  For someone who grew up in the aftereffects of the literal apocalypse, Pallyx is a pretty good-humored individual. She's a rather casual person, but in an odd contrast, seems to keep people at an arm's length - never really allowing anyone to get close to her, but remaining no-less amicable. She usually gives off a partly carefree air, and seems pretty buoyant overall - often one to make fun of a situation first among her peers. She is known for possessing a sharp tongue, and a penchant for back-talking.
  
  She is not entirely one-dimensionally joyous, however. Though she may seem carefree, she is a capable thinker by nature. Her eyes can often be caught scanning things that a person otherwise blithe as herself wouldn't find of any interest - which can be hard for her to hide, considering their expressive nature. While she is fun-loving in the presence of others, she doesn't really have.. friends. Nobody has managed to acquire an understanding of her person past just the surface - something that she has managed purposefully, but also regrets, sometimes.
  
  All-in-all, Pallyx is clever, watchful, and overall just quick-witted. It's hard to catch her off-guard and keep her there.
• Dream:
  
  The Prison
  Pallyx's dream is, in culmination, a prison. An ethereal, ever-shifting and ever-growing prison which one could only imagine the contents of. In general, The Prison is rather.. safe.. you could say - at least in comparison to other dreams. While the inmates within The Prison consist of some of the most heinous people, creatures, and.. things.. one could imagine, the saving grace of it all is that Pallyx stands before The Prison as The Warden, and not a prisoner. Being the warden of such a place is a stressful, secluded endeavor with which she can share the burden no-one. But, it does have some quirks to it -- occasionally.
  
  As The Warden, Pallyx is able to 'detain' dream-borne phenomena in a stasis on which she must focus. This stasis does know some limits, but is rather strong - making her able to detain most phenomena, at least for some time. Though the aforementioned usage is the most important, there are other applications of this detainment. With enough willpower and effort, Pallyx can manage to detain Dreamers with her abilities, or even shunt dream-things into the prison itself, but these are far more taxing endeavors, and the former cannot be imposed for very long at all.
  
  There are more side effects to Pallyx's position as The Warden. That being, her exposure to some inmates. Although The Prison is maximum security, inmates do manage to slip through the cracks, meaning Pallyx is occasionally visited by inmates, who can remain with her for anywhere from a few hours to a few days - and can appear at the most random times, whether they be good or bad. Luckily, a few prisoners in particular possesses the most influence over these visits, and they are rather benevolent - but the danger is ever-so there, nonetheless.
  
  Below are the profiles of the inmates who have visited Pallyx so far.
  
  Visitors

  Rennfield

  Rennfield
  "Y'know, I used to think it was weird to make-nice with the inmates, but.. they've shown me that, really, they're.. just like me. Just as human - I don't care if it makes sense, that's just how it is. And Rennfield has really shown me that. He's saved my ass more times than I can count, and he's.. I guess you could say the closest thing to a parental figure I've ever known. But he's my friend, too! He's nowhere old enough to be a parent of mine. Anyway, he's a chill dude, and fun to talk to. He's got this dope ethereal, mysteriousness goin' on that's pretty cool. And, I've never been able to place it, but.. there's also something so.. captivating about them.. I-I- mean- they're weird-lookin', alright?!"
  
  Rennfield was the first inmate to visit Pallyx and, alongside Brody, holds the most control over the visits.
  Rennfield possesses an innate ability to alter his body into inky-black shapes of his desire, and can harden these shapes into weapons or armor.

  
  

  Brody

  Brody
  "Brody and I are kindred spirits. We both like fun, violence, and great jokes! He's kinda like the brother I never had! And he's got this sick accent - but don't tell him I said that. He's great at party tricks, too!"
  
  Pallyx has known Brody the second-longest after Rennfield. He shares most of the visitation-control with Rennfield as well.
  Brody is capable of launching beams of raw energy from his digits that grow more potent the further they travel, and he is an exceptional marksman with them.

  
  

  Allo

  Allo
  "Allo is.. well, to put it nicely, a bit of a freak. She, um, well- she's apparently my identical twin I never had. And she's completely bipolar. Like, supernaturally so - she's like a different person every time she visits me. Now, the joyous version is kinda infectious, that one's fun - but some of the others, well.. there's anger, which is pretty destructive. And then there's.. well, I'm sure you'll see when she comes. Or hopefully not.."
  
  Allo seemingly possesses no special abilities.

  
  

  Meph

  Meph
  "Meph is an asshole. And I mean that in the most sincere way possible. He's dangerous. In my experience, he's just plain evil - I swear. He don't feel remorse for hurtin' nobody, and goes out of his way to do it! He even hurts me, the bastard! He won't kill me, of course, 'cause he needs me to live, but he's shown he doesn't care 'bout anybody. And he can't be negotiated with - trust me, I've tried. If he shows up, I gotta try my best to shunt him away, or anyone nearby is in danger."
  
  Meph is capable of conjuring flames, and small-to-medium-sized explosions.

  
  

  Others

  "There've been other inmates who've visited me - but not many were humans like those I mentioned before. The ones I didn't already talk about were.. monsters and beasts. Luckily, I've managed to avoid getting hurt too bad when they do come around, and fortunately I can shunt away the ones that aren't too strong - but my own summons are harder to disperse than other dreamers' - at least for me. I've managed to come out on top so far, but my luck will run out, sooner or later.."
• Bio:
  Being born into a world razed by misfortune and cataclysm, raised by the rough equivalent of what would be a foster parent, Pallyx is probably one of the more fortunate, if wayward, souls in the galaxy. She grew up in relative safety with her foster 'mother' amidst one of The Nova Republic's smaller cities. Her mother was a rather aloof, uncaring woman who rarely gave Pallyx the time of day. She managed only to feed and shelter her, and little more. Which, naturally, led Pallyx to grow interested in things further and further away from the unnurturing woman.
  
  It was early in her life that she began to acquire knowledge of the ways of the world and how to survive the elements and the dangers of the planet around her. Similarly disadvantaged youths were quick to provide aide to their fellow socially-impoverished adolescents. By her early teen years, she had grown to become a pretty skilled thief, scrapper, and evader-of-law-enforcement. Some would say she had become quite the miscreant.
  
  But, the ways of a childish outlaw weren't all there was to the world, and Pallyx knew that, one way or another. She was often one to explore the outskirts of civilization and maybe wonder a bit too far for her own good. It was during one of these dinky little adventures that Pallyx would make a mistake that would change her life forever.
  
  While out exploring, she discovered an opportunity to steal from a traveling merchant. And the thing she stole was something she had never discovered before. A.. shard. What happened next, well.. you know.
  
  After being infected by whatever it was that she had stolen, she was terrified to return to what home she had. She was young enough to be a fool enough to touch such a shard, but old enough to know that Dreamers were feared. Ousted. And by some, hunted. And so, she ran. She didn't really know where, but she did. After gathering what she could to try and keep herself alive, she fled from the only city she had ever known and put what skills she had learned to use, barely keeping herself alive.
  
  And she continued skirting by for years, alone, on the outskirts of civilization. As time went on, though, she grew bolder as a person. She would "infiltrate" cities or towns and hide amongst the citizens as a normal person. After all, nobody could possibly know she was a dreamer, right? This growth worked in her favor - as it turned out, being able to work with others was a good way of keeping oneself alive. She started to do various oddjobs and participate in mercenary-esque work. Stealing and fighting for hire. And, eventually, she discovered a particular line of work that was one of the most lucrative and adventurous of the bunch - shardhunting.
  
  Shardhunters could be of.. dubious ethical cleanliness, but Pallyx was among the more benevolent - or at least she assumed she was. She mainly made her work going after dreamers who had become a problem for cities, towns, whathaveyou - though occasionally she did hunt shardbearers of just dubious morality. She did sometimes feel bad about her work, but.. there were far less humane ways of making a living in a post-apocalyptic Earth. And of course, she had to do all this alone - as her main method for defeating fellow dreamers were her own dream-powers, and she didn't exactly trust anyone.
  
  Over the years, she has grown accustomed to her dream, and some of the quirks with which it comes. Though, with its nature and how it's more than capable of killing her, she can never really get used to it, fully. But, in a world like this, who can really afford to grow comfortable?

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Royal Rumble!

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A bombardment of gunfire is really the exact opposite of what Aram and his team needed to hear right now. It meant the tank-girl had gotten to her feet.

Dandy...

Aram tilted his head as he felt quickly growing vibrations shake his feet.

Uhhh...Brutus?! - oh wait, he still couldn't make any sound. As he turned towards Brutus, the vibrations piqued, and there was a slight moment of stillness - before the wall less than a yard away from where he was taking cover exploded into a cloud of dust and rocky debris. The force of the energy from Rurik's explosion sent Aram reeling, and then the secondary explosion, apparently aimed at Brutus, boomed to his side, toppling him from his unbalanced footing.

H-Holy cow... Aram thought as he stared at Bak from his knocked-on-his-ass position, ...that was AWESOME!! he said inwardly as he grinned.

The boy scrambled to his feet, hoisting his shield, with his right arm down to his side. In this situation, he would probably try and trick Bak with his words to make her lower her guard...but unfortunately, that wasn't an option.

So instead he ran. After scooping up a handful of dirt and rocks and throwing it in both of their faces, while they were distracted.

He turned away from Bak and Rurik, and sprinted full-speed a few yards away, quickly stepping behind one of the pillars near the enemy-side doorway. The pillar was thick enough to hide him from their sight as long as he stood directly behind it...hopefully they'd think he had fled.

Royal Rumble!

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Aram was satisfied with the effect of his attacks. While one was quickly quelled by the opponent by the name of 'Rurik', the other one had seemingly left the other foe unable to move at all. He chuckled as he looked over to Andras.

"Who needs plans when I get results like these?!" he shouted gleefully as he threw his palms forward, face-up, in a 'look at that' gesture.

Soon after however, the girl uttered a chant, drawing one of her ethereal cards and seemingly invoking it to draw more cards - but some went to his hand instead?? And Brutus' too?

That's a wacky power she has there.. he pondered. But apparently the cards he had drawn weren't any good. "Never was very charmed when it came to card-luck.." he smirked, "but that's why I always cheat!" he jeered as the cards flew up his sleeve.

The Alchemist drew his right arm back again. This attack was sure to finish Bak off. She was completely vulnerable - immobile. There was no escaping it now. He finished the wind-up, and sent his open palm forcefully into the stonework as energy crackled over his hand.

Just as a wave of light, cool energy washed over him - and he felt the solid THRACK of his palm slamming against the stone wall.

The student folded over, clutching his wrist with his other hand, while shouting a profanity to express the splintering pain -- except no sound came out of his mouth.

What the hell?!?! he breathed sharply.

He straightened his posture enough to look around for Brutus and Andras, his face reddened from the pain of his probably-sprained wrist.

Before he could mouth the words "What just happened?", the girl was leaving her teammates to engage the enemy. Aram couldn't shout at her to wait - he could make no sound.

He tried to run after her, they needed to regroup to a strategic position , but she was already out of cover and engaging them.

Damnit!! he thought as he stared off after her, Does this dame have no sense of strategy?!

He turned back to Brutus. He wasn't going to go in without him. Andras had already played her hand and now they had to stack the cards - even if said cards had no more power left in them.

He hoisted his shield to his left arm, holding his right wrist tenderly. If he had some type of sword, he could maybe catch their opponents off-guard, even with his injured hand he could likely perform dead-weight slashes - but there was no such luck. He hadn't transmuted one.

It was looking grim for his team.

NCQuest - A Mecha RP: The Defense of Darwin (BeeNCQuest)

If you read the link I sent, you will find that this is the OOC section(and that has meaning), and that this particular roleplaying thread is linked to a Discord server. So naturally the OOC willnot have much posting. It is pretty much for excepting new prospective players. Our posts go in the IC section, if we are Roleplaying.

I would appreciate if you visit the link I gave, to learn not to intrude, or potentially offend, onto other members. Thank you. ^^