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Rerun: Blackguards!

The Infernomancer

The Infernomancer

What the outside sees

Name

Ricon "Con" Fields

Race

Human

Gender

Male

Age

33

Appearance

Silver blonde hair, a pale complexion with evidence of old fight scars, that of small blades and impacts. He really isn't all that interesting looking. He's tall and lanky, doesn't look like he weighs much more then 200 pounds soaking wet. His hands are rough from working, unsure of with what, and his knuckles are scarred likely from fights. His eyes are a blazing red with a yellow. Which seem to ignite with flares of flame boiling from his eyes when he's utilizing his magic. He's constantly followed by small licks of flame that bob and weave about him and seem to exhibit a small amount of intelligence even. His clothing is shades of fire reds, burnt browns, solar yellows and yellow-whites. An underlayer that is the blackest of coal like blacks. Leather guantlets, pauldrons and greaves in a burnt brown color end his normal combat outfit. He will wear these same colors but in soft supple leathers when not in a fighting situation.

Personality

Cocky, self sure and confident are three main words to describe the personality and attitude of Ricon. He knows what he's capable of, and those who have seen him know it too. And he takes pride in that, he's very proud. And very cock sure.

Long moments of being the cock of the walk in alot of situations has caused Ricon's personal filter to be a little off. And will often be the first one to throw a cuss, fist or a spell. And he sees nothing wrong with this at all.

Background

What can you do? You get born, you grow up, and you die. It's how it happens. Or sometimes you don't die and you get a second chance.

Ricon was born to a humble cobbler and a talented carpenter. His mother and father were good people. And he was born healthy and hale.

Until he was five. And the house they all lived in, him, his older brother and parents mysteriously caught fire one night.

WOOSH! FLAMES! EMBERS!

And all that remained of the house after was ashes and coals...and an oddly unaffected baby Ricon. He was picked out of the guttering blaze, bare as the day he was born, but without a mark on him. Sadly his nearest kin were an aunt who wanted nothing to do with him, and a grandparent who was already on deaths door. So he was turned over to the state. And into an Orphanage. Where he really didn't get along with people at all. So at ten, he ran away. And started to live on the streets.

This is where things started to get interesting. Out there on the mean streets of the capitol he fell in with a small gang of street urchins, and here he learned the fine arts of sneak thievery, pick pocketing, lock picking and various other skills in being a thief. And he was good at it too. He could work a lay like no one else, and became an outstanding member of the gang. And likely would have continued too. Just your odd little thief in the streets for the rest of his life. Until one of the older members of the gang, planned a pay roll heist. They wanted to filch the pay roll of a masonry guild. And Ricon was chosen to help pick the lock on the safe in the guild house. Nine people went in. And that's how it all went to shite. The casing of the joint was botched, and when they went in, rather then a quiet empty guildhouse, the guild was holding a late night meeting. Three of the group were pinched on entry. Another two when they were running in the halls. One was killed when a guild member hit him on the head with a hammer. And the last four were run down and arrested. Ricon was just seventeen.

Time time they gave him to the army.

Now remember those flames from when he was a toddler? It was his third day with the army, in bootcamp when a senior trainee decided to try and haze Ricon, he and five others decided to jump the little larcen after last bell. There was an explosion all of a sudden. A pillar of flames. The training sargeants came running. And found Ricon standing in a circle of roiling flames, one of his tormentors screaming in pain as white hot flames licked at his leg stumps. The ring leader? His charred skeleton still held onto Ricon's lapel. The others had run. It was an awakening. Ricon, had turned out to be a Pyromancer, and had just had an awakening that the College of the Arcane Arts Grandmages, would say hadn't been seen in generations.

Ricon would join the College of Arcane Arts just before his eighteenth birthday. He would stay there for six years.

He found magic, to be absolutely astounding. He dabbled at first, learning conjuration, summoning, alteration and other magical schools, while also studying his Pyromancy. But it was clear, he didn't really belong. Most of the students in the College were Social Elite. A generals son, a Lady Marquis with talent, or a Lords scion with a dream. And here is Ricon, a low born orphan, who was a former street thief, briefly a soldier and now one of the most powerful Pyromancers on record. The others hated him, and though Ricon loved magic, he hated them too. So Ricon put the screws to himself, he studied hard and gained a mastery in pyromancy as fast as he could. He was already considered a master in fire magic, by the time he looted his yearmates bedrooms of anything of value, and skipped school.

Now really none of this would have garnered a stay in the Maw. He would have been just branded a Rogue Mage and he would have had a bounty on his head. And that's that right?

After he left the College though, Ricon started to perform his old thievery tricks again. But this time, deaths occured. why shouldn't he back up his threats with real consequences? Didn't give up your jewelry? Then he burns your hands. Refuse to give up your coins? He'd slowly cripple you with flames. He earned the moniker of "The Infernomancer" Though, when he tried to extort a mining town. Thirty Five Thousand gold coins, or he'd immolate their town. They thought he lied. This is when he created his signature move. He procured a old steel broadsword, and set the blade aflame, then jammed the tip into the ground. Igniting a wave of white hot flame, a wall of scorn and rage. That roiled down and burned the town to the ground. he then walked in, casually and gathered up all the valuables he could find that still remained unmelted, and even gathered up some of the melted stuff, silver, and gold is still good even in a melted lump.

He did this several more times. And amassed a large fortune. That's when the King sent a task force after him. Six College Arch Mages, Twenty Royal Paladins, twenty eight knights and fifty elite soldiers. Against only the most powerful pyromancer in several generations. The fight would be recorded as "The Immolation of Yargo Pass". It lasted for seven hours. And by the end one arch mage was killed, two paladins, one knight and forty soldiers. Burned at the hands of The Infernomancer. But he would be captured, tried and convicted. No orphanage this time. No army, no college. The King sentenced him to the Maw.

Where his cell would be equipped with ice and water spells set to douse him and interrupt his fire magic. He'd often be heard to say while in solitary after burning a Maw guard, "I'm only in here because She, won't let me go. You have no power over me! Only that one does!" coupled with laughter, confident laughter, of a man who knows it's only a matter of time.

Talents

Skills

Incredible Pyromancy ability - The man is strong enough to summon flames so hot that he could melt the legendary Adamant steel of the dwarves with ease. He can pull flames out of the air like a street magician can pull rabbits out of a hat.

A myriad of minor magical ability. Such as healing, alteration, conjuration and a smattering of summoning magic.

Powers

The Inferno - A spell he created, that he channels through his burnt and warped broadsword. Creating a wall of flames white hot in nature.

Plume of Fire - One of his simplest and most effective spells, a simple blast of fire and heat.

Magic "Missile" - A staple of mages everywhere. But in Ricon's case it's fire themed. And he tends to make it so it tracks his targets.

Most of Ricon's Magic in general will tend towards fire enhanced. Even a simple Magical Hand will be wreathed in fire.

Flame Familiar - Those small little fire spirits that will flit and fly about, little bubbly and cute giggles can be heard from them, and they can swell and flare up, or can be used to spark any number of his fire spells.

Training

Thieves Training - Picking Pockets, Sneak Thievery, Lock Picking and general larceny. Often enough he can recognize another thief with ease. He learned how to fight dirty as a thief. Handful of sand, low blows that kind of thing.

Infantry training - It lasted only a few days, but Ricon picked up the ability to reliably use a sword and a dagger in his time with the army. He learned how to fight efficiently with the army. Conservation of energy and all that.

College Education - He picked up how to read and write at the College of the arcane. He can do his numbers too. So now he knows how much he has stolen. And it's value.

Flaws

Ice and Water - Anathema to his fire magic, a good well placed water or ice spell can cancel out all but his most powerful spells.

Thalassophobia - The fear of what lurks under deep and unknown waters. Pairs well with the Ice and Water flaw. Fire and deep water don't mix. One of the Arch Mages used the illusion of a deep dark underwater scene to slow Ricon at Yargo Pass.

Equipment

Linen and leather out fit, his casual outfit, a backpack where he had stored all his belongings during his rogue days. A grimoire, the Archmages tried to take it, as Ricon had written all his Pyromancy knowledge in it, but the King ordered it taken by the Warden instead. And lastly, his Sword, which he would name Embershard, because of it's warped and blackened state after the many focusing of Inferno through it.

Miscellaneous

Ricon is endlessly denied anything he can set alight, for fear that he will use it to conjure one of his spells.

No less then six guards as assigned to him when he's let out of his cell. And two must always be in his blindspot to make it harder for him to get them all in a Blaze. And one must have a magical bottle of ice or water to stop him from starting too many flames.

Ricon if allowed too will always have atleast three of his small flame familiars flitting about him. But if more then three appear he's usually doused immediately to put them out.

Rerun: Blackguards!

And done my CS, I hope it's okay @Red Wizard

Rerun: Blackguards!

And done...I hope? @Red Wizard

The Infernomancer

The Infernomancer

What the outside sees

Name

Ricon "Con" Fields

Race

Human

Gender

Male

Age

33

Appearance

Silver blonde hair, a pale complexion with evidence of old fight scars, that of small blades and impacts. He really isn't all that interesting looking. He's tall and lanky, doesn't look like he weighs much more then 200 pounds soaking wet. His hands are rough from working, unsure of with what, and his knuckles are scarred likely from fights. His eyes are a blazing red with a yellow. Which seem to ignite with flares of flame boiling from his eyes when he's utilizing his magic. He's constantly followed by small licks of flame that bob and weave about him and seem to exhibit a small amount of intelligence even. His clothing is shades of fire reds, burnt browns, solar yellows and yellow-whites. An underlayer that is the blackest of coal like blacks. Leather guantlets, pauldrons and greaves in a burnt brown color end his normal combat outfit. He will wear these same colors but in soft supple leathers when not in a fighting situation.

Personality

Cocky, self sure and confident are three main words to describe the personality and attitude of Ricon. He knows what he's capable of, and those who have seen him know it too. And he takes pride in that, he's very proud. And very cock sure.

Long moments of being the cock of the walk in alot of situations has caused Ricon's personal filter to be a little off. And will often be the first one to throw a cuss, fist or a spell. And he sees nothing wrong with this at all.

Background

What can you do? You get born, you grow up, and you die. It's how it happens. Or sometimes you don't die and you get a second chance.

Ricon was born to a humble cobbler and a talented carpenter. His mother and father were good people. And he was born healthy and hale.

Until he was five. And the house they all lived in, him, his older brother and parents mysteriously caught fire one night.

WOOSH! FLAMES! EMBERS!

And all that remained of the house after was ashes and coals...and an oddly unaffected baby Ricon. He was picked out of the guttering blaze, bare as the day he was born, but without a mark on him. Sadly his nearest kin were an aunt who wanted nothing to do with him, and a grandparent who was already on deaths door. So he was turned over to the state. And into an Orphanage. Where he really didn't get along with people at all. So at ten, he ran away. And started to live on the streets.

This is where things started to get interesting. Out there on the mean streets of the capitol he fell in with a small gang of street urchins, and here he learned the fine arts of sneak thievery, pick pocketing, lock picking and various other skills in being a thief. And he was good at it too. He could work a lay like no one else, and became an outstanding member of the gang. And likely would have continued too. Just your odd little thief in the streets for the rest of his life. Until one of the older members of the gang, planned a pay roll heist. They wanted to filch the pay roll of a masonry guild. And Ricon was chosen to help pick the lock on the safe in the guild house. Nine people went in. And that's how it all went to shite. The casing of the joint was botched, and when they went in, rather then a quiet empty guildhouse, the guild was holding a late night meeting. Three of the group were pinched on entry. Another two when they were running in the halls. One was killed when a guild member hit him on the head with a hammer. And the last four were run down and arrested. Ricon was just seventeen.

Time time they gave him to the army.

Now remember those flames from when he was a toddler? It was his third day with the army, in bootcamp when a senior trainee decided to try and haze Ricon, he and five others decided to jump the little larcen after last bell. There was an explosion all of a sudden. A pillar of flames. The training sargeants came running. And found Ricon standing in a circle of roiling flames, one of his tormentors screaming in pain as white hot flames licked at his leg stumps. The ring leader? His charred skeleton still held onto Ricon's lapel. The others had run. It was an awakening. Ricon, had turned out to be a Pyromancer, and had just had an awakening that the College of the Arcane Arts Grandmages, would say hadn't been seen in generations.

Ricon would join the College of Arcane Arts just before his eighteenth birthday. He would stay there for six years.

He found magic, to be absolutely astounding. He dabbled at first, learning conjuration, summoning, alteration and other magical schools, while also studying his Pyromancy. But it was clear, he didn't really belong. Most of the students in the College were Social Elite. A generals son, a Lady Marquis with talent, or a Lords scion with a dream. And here is Ricon, a low born orphan, who was a former street thief, briefly a soldier and now one of the most powerful Pyromancers on record. The others hated him, and though Ricon loved magic, he hated them too. So Ricon put the screws to himself, he studied hard and gained a mastery in pyromancy as fast as he could. He was already considered a master in fire magic, by the time he looted his yearmates bedrooms of anything of value, and skipped school.

Now really none of this would have garnered a stay in the Maw. He would have been just branded a Rogue Mage and he would have had a bounty on his head. And that's that right?

After he left the College though, Ricon started to perform his old thievery tricks again. But this time, deaths occured. why shouldn't he back up his threats with real consequences? Didn't give up your jewelry? Then he burns your hands. Refuse to give up your coins? He'd slowly cripple you with flames. He earned the moniker of "The Infernomancer" Though, when he tried to extort a mining town. Thirty Five Thousand gold coins, or he'd immolate their town. They thought he lied. This is when he created his signature move. He procured a old steel broadsword, and set the blade aflame, then jammed the tip into the ground. Igniting a wave of white hot flame, a wall of scorn and rage. That roiled down and burned the town to the ground. he then walked in, casually and gathered up all the valuables he could find that still remained unmelted, and even gathered up some of the melted stuff, silver, and gold is still good even in a melted lump.

He did this several more times. And amassed a large fortune. That's when the King sent a task force after him. Six College Arch Mages, Twenty Royal Paladins, twenty eight knights and fifty elite soldiers. Against only the most powerful pyromancer in several generations. The fight would be recorded as "The Immolation of Yargo Pass". It lasted for seven hours. And by the end one arch mage was killed, two paladins, one knight and forty soldiers. Burned at the hands of The Infernomancer. But he would be captured, tried and convicted. No orphanage this time. No army, no college. The King sentenced him to the Maw.

Where his cell would be equipped with ice and water spells set to douse him and interrupt his fire magic. He'd often be heard to say while in solitary after burning a Maw guard, "I'm only in here because She, won't let me go. You have no power over me! Only that one does!" coupled with laughter, confident laughter, of a man who knows it's only a matter of time.

Talents

Skills

Incredible Pyromancy ability - The man is strong enough to summon flames so hot that he could melt the legendary Adamant steel of the dwarves with ease. He can pull flames out of the air like a street magician can pull rabbits out of a hat.

A myriad of minor magical ability. Such as healing, alteration, conjuration and a smattering of summoning magic.

Powers

The Inferno - A spell he created, that he channels through his burnt and warped broadsword. Creating a wall of flames white hot in nature.

Plume of Fire - One of his simplest and most effective spells, a simple blast of fire and heat.

Magic "Missile" - A staple of mages everywhere. But in Ricon's case it's fire themed. And he tends to make it so it tracks his targets.

Most of Ricon's Magic in general will tend towards fire enhanced. Even a simple Magical Hand will be wreathed in fire.

Flame Familiar - Those small little fire spirits that will flit and fly about, little bubbly and cute giggles can be heard from them, and they can swell and flare up, or can be used to spark any number of his fire spells.

Training

Thieves Training - Picking Pockets, Sneak Thievery, Lock Picking and general larceny. Often enough he can recognize another thief with ease. He learned how to fight dirty as a thief. Handful of sand, low blows that kind of thing.

Infantry training - It lasted only a few days, but Ricon picked up the ability to reliably use a sword and a dagger in his time with the army. He learned how to fight efficiently with the army. Conservation of energy and all that.

College Education - He picked up how to read and write at the College of the arcane. He can do his numbers too. So now he knows how much he has stolen. And it's value.

Flaws

Ice and Water - Anathema to his fire magic, a good well placed water or ice spell can cancel out all but his most powerful spells.

Thalassophobia - The fear of what lurks under deep and unknown waters. Pairs well with the Ice and Water flaw. Fire and deep water don't mix. One of the Arch Mages used the illusion of a deep dark underwater scene to slow Ricon at Yargo Pass.

Equipment

Linen and leather out fit, his casual outfit, a backpack where he had stored all his belongings during his rogue days. A grimoire, the Archmages tried to take it, as Ricon had written all his Pyromancy knowledge in it, but the King ordered it taken by the Warden instead. And lastly, his Sword, which he would name Embershard, because of it's warped and blackened state after the many focusing of Inferno through it.

Miscellaneous

Ricon is endlessly denied anything he can set alight, for fear that he will use it to conjure one of his spells.

No less then six guards as assigned to him when he's let out of his cell. And two must always be in his blindspot to make it harder for him to get them all in a Blaze. And one must have a magical bottle of ice or water to stop him from starting too many flames.

Ricon if allowed too will always have atleast three of his small flame familiars flitting about him. But if more then three appear he's usually doused immediately to put them out.

Rerun: Blackguards!

I'll try and get a CS out here as soon as I can. If not in the IC then in the OOC when it comes up.

@Red Wizard

Rerun: Blackguards!

@Red Wizard

I'll work on putting the idea together then.

Feel free shatter my dreams at any time.

Rerun: Blackguards!

@Red Wizard

So I don't want to assume. I was in the last iteration of this, and I don't know if you want returning players or not.

But if you're okay with it I can try and put something together.

I may have a pretty good new idea.

Rerun: Blackguards!

Placed a sub. Just to sub.

Enjoyed the previous one of these.

Don't mind me.

Geonet 2.0 - Battle for the Megacity

We The Pack

The Badger Sett

Honey Badger

The elevator rumbled and growled. Old rails carrying the beat up steel beast. From a time long ago when this area of The Sett had a different purpose. In fact Badger looked down at his feet. He smiled behind his mask.

Buy when he looked up he let out a gasp.

A memory? An old engram of the past maybe? But through the chain link door that looked out onto the immense cavern of mechanical bays, he saw something that he thought wad the past. The place looked new, the lighting crisper and more clear. Soldiers of various allied corporations walked the length and breadth of the immense room. The hum of electronics. The snap-crack of an arc welder. The crash of a pneumo-hammer as it struck an armor plate. Thr whine as a walker suit powered up, it's pilot calling to the service crew at its feet. Badger looked to his left and right looking at the...ghosts...yes ghosts of other service personnel and bots rising the lift down to the service floor for a new shift.

The lift thumped to a stop, and a person opened the sliding door. Peered in and called, "Sir?" For a moment Honey Badger just stood there. Just looking out. Then without real thought in the moment rattled out, "H0-n-3-y reporting for Shift Oscar..." again the person, now recognized by his mask that of a Lion coughs, "Sir? Are you okay?"

And everything snapped back to the now. Badger took in a deep breathe. His synthetic lungs pumping hard to get his body working again. Eldritch fluids pumped out of his heart into his body. He sighed and nodded, "Apologies...sorry Lion, I'm looking for Crow White." Lion nods, "Bay Nine Sir.. are you sure you're okay?" Badger nods,"I'm fine...yes fine. Bay Nine you said? Wonderful." And he wandered off into the service garage to find his old friend.

---

Some time later Honey Badger sat at his desk, filling out and filing some paper work.

His conversation with Crow had gone swimmingly. The old friends, from way back during the Wars had traded stories, caught up on things. It'd been awhile since Crow had been to the surface, he'd always performed the safety of the service level, compared to Badger who was more adventurous and out going. When Badger had breached the subject about getting the heating coil from Crow, the old Bird had asked what Badger needs a medical grade heating coil for. And he'd told the truth about a client looking for items. Crow had hemmed and hawed until Badger had brought forward the debt and favor owed. Crow had groaned and nodded, admitting there were another ten such coils coming out of manufacturing in a week's time.

And here Badger now sat with the coil wrapped up in protective foam and wrap. One part of the order from Madam Piety. The copper fixtures would be put through the foundry, and cranked out to his instructions by the morning. He'd just have to wait for the gravity blocks.

As he sat and worked his desk comms unit beeped. His left arm heaved open and one of the manipulator armed hit the answer key, "Badger here." The voice of their receptionist, a handy and capable little seal answered, "Sir, you have a visitor. Shall I send them through? A certain...shark Sir." Badger quirked his head to the side, "A puzzle then. Yes, send them through, I'm in my office."

Moments later the most accomplished artificer of the Pack entered the small office of maybe the oldest Pack Member still alive. Honey Badger quirked his head to the side and nodded to a chair, "M4ko, don't often see you enjoying the company of the vulgar crowd. To what do I owe the honor my boy?" The smile and clear curiosity loud and at the fore in the vocal tone and pace as he looked across the desk at the shark masked man.

@TheNoCoKid

The Hunt, A Modern Fantasy Smorgasbord RP

mikey Mikey MIkey MIKey MIKEy MIKEY

Micheal had watched his friends head off to the back then looked around, without his magic he's just a set of muscles, in a pretty package. He takes a deep breathe and then starts to check the house out visually, "So this place is Morgana's families place huh? Dang girl you must have lived well for abit right?" He smiled a little over at Morgana, "Sorry if I'm touching old wounds. When I was a kid on the Rez, we all talked about living in really swanky and amazing homes someday, when we made it big somehow. This is one of those dreams I guess." He chuckles and shrugged.

He's stepping up curiously to the bottom of the stairs up to the front door, looking them over curiously.

He's not at all prepared when the others make their way up to the door. He waved, and then felt a sharp pain in the back of his head. He grunted, not realizing that happened to be the connection he shared with Raven, Manabozho and Whiskeyjack. He staggers. Trying to catch himself on a statue at the side of the pathway up to the house. Micheal shook his head, "Guys...g...uh..." He took a step forward then everything went dark.

When he came too he's being held up by a T-shape of wood. He gave a grown and tried to move. Feeling weight. With a groan Micheal heaved his eyes open, then tried to take a step forward. And heard a clatter. He looked down.

His shout of, "What the hell!?"

Chains and weights hung off him, wrapped around his arms, waist, thighs and shoulders. And even with his magic low, he could feel the sapping effect on him. And right now, all he is, is a hefty powerful guy in a pretty package.

He looked around spotting Amanda, and Faye and the others about in other situations of distress, "What's goin...oh..." As the woman appeared, "Oh...okay that answers things..." He finished and pulled at his bindings.