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Divinus: The God RP, Mk. IV

I'm considering joining this Rp but... can you give me an idea of the current state of the world and how its formed so far? What gods and goddesses have already made their make and how far along its come so far?

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

Eastern Yharnam, Hunter's clinic

Draco had the decency to look somewhat bashful at the manner in which he had been informed that the sniffing thing wasn't actually a sign of madness or darker things. "In my defense, I got this-" There was a quick gesture towards the scarring across his face where his nose used to be "- before I ever met a hunter and no one has ever felt the need to inform me that they have a certain scent." Much like with all things that 'everyone just knew', when you didn't know you were left somewhat out of the loop.

Still, despite his somewhat flustered frustrations, he did notice that one of the hunters seemed to be sympathetic to his request for help... even if Victor clearly didn't care and was focused on his mission. A mission that, as he turned to look at the woman that was Victor's charge, he realized he could use to his advantage. "You want to get her to safety? Well, I know where a shelter designed for civilians caught away from home with incense nearby is. I also know for a fact that there is a hunter with beast like claws actively hunting down other hunters in a mixture of bloodlust and sport. He's already killed one hunter from the church, he'll almost certainly try again."

Draco's hope was that Victor would connect the dots himself, but their were two conclusions that he was angling for. The first was that because Draco himself knew a safe location nearby that he could take his charge too, protecting Draco (and by extension, the Civilians with Draco) would assist with his primary mission. The second was that with the presence of a confirmed hunter killer on the prowl nearby who was actively targeting hunters, the danger posed to his charge if said mad hunter tried to ambush him would discourage Victor from trying to travel by himself.

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

Eastern Yharnam, Hunter's clinic

Draco couldn't really fault those following him for following the 'Yharnamites' into the abandoned house rather then stay out in the open or follow him into a possibly dangerous situation. Even more so because he didn't exactly let his doubts about their new 'friends' be known, concerned that if he had alerted them to the fact that he didn't trust them or their intentions that the situation would have turned to violence then and there.

Despite being alone through, he pushed ahead despite his nerves being balanced on a sharpened steel edge while his heart pounded in his chest like a drum. Fear was an old companion that was always willing to walk with him when no one else would, but he had committed to his course and he would need to see it through.

Entering the clinic proper, the scene of carnage before him was difficult to witness. The scent of splattered blood easily dominated Draco's highly dulled ability to detect odors... and for the first time in his life he was honestly thankful of the fact that an insane woman swung a cleaver at his face because he was pretty damn close to throwing up and the smell likely would have pushed him over the edge.

Looking somewhat green but experienced enough to hold himself together in blood bath situations like this, Draco turned his gaze towards the hunter who had addressed him. He tried his best to take in as much detail on the room as possible and keep watch on all the players on the board at once, but he focused on the who talked to him to try and defuse the situation as quickly as possible. "My name is Draco. I'm a blacksmith and huntsman that was escorting a group of civilians alongside a hunter named Stefan towards a shelter for the night before an insane hunter ambushed and killed Stefan. Only reason he didn't slaughter the rest of us is because we're just human and there were some beasts and a church giant fighting each other nearby that he would rather have been fighting."

Who he was and why he was there answered, he nervously glanced around and swallowed the contents of his stomach down as he continued "Look, I know you hunters have bigger things to worry about then escorting a bunch of civilians to safety, but if you would at least be willing to start your hunt tonight along the path we need to go at least that would be great... even more so because as I said, there's an insane hunter hunting other hunters in that general area." There was a final gulp... before he finished "And I've got a group of civilians currently hiding in a building nearby with the four blooded guys that just ran out of here and at least one of them did what the insane hunter did and was able to tell I wasn't a hunter by scent, so I am afraid that the longer I'm here talking with you, the more likely whatever madness they are suffering from is going to result in a bunch of dead civilians."

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

I'll get a post up tomorrow. Sorry for the delay.

Once Upon A Kingdom

Ruler

Name:
Marquess Droka of Tushina (The Marquess of Tushina)

Race:
Dragon

Description:
A young dragon, Droka isn't much larger then a farmer's wagon in his natural form. Quadrupedal in nature with an impressive wingspan, the young Marquess of Tushina strides with a confidence and majesty of one who is descended from the true, rightful rulers of the world. His scales are a beautiful mixture of dark, relaxing shades that blend together into the relaxing shades seen in the twilight sky after the sun has disappeared over the horizon but before its light has completely disappeared. His reptilian, stilted eyes almost seem to glow like yellow stars against the backdrop of his scales. While he does have the ability to take on different forms to look more like the 'servant' races, Droka hasn't quite found a form that he believes properly represents him just yet.

The young Marquess has only recently taken over as regent of Tushina. His father, Duke Maets of Tushina, felt he could not resist the siren call of hibernation any longer and entrusted his heir with managing Tushina through the crisis as he retired to slumber for an unknown period of time that can easily decades, if not centuries for older dragons. With his first hibernation centuries off yet, Duke Maets deemed this the perfect chance to let his heir test his metal at the task of ruler ship.

The social construct of Feudalism comes rather naturally to dragons and to Droka this is no different. Young and ambitious, the Marquess has no intention of merely maintaining the domains of his family. Mortal lords have allowed the kingdom of Paigeturne to fall to pieces and it needs to be put back together... with a dragon claiming the throne in order to provide long term stability and prestige to the position that the servant races simply couldn't achieve.

Attributes:
Charm: 1
Lore: 3+1
Might: 3
Skill: 0

Focus:
Delegation - No man (or dragon) rules alone. The power of kings is to get others to act on your behalf and Droka understands the value of selecting the right subject for the task.

Foible:
Protective of his subjects - Most tales of dragons depict them as greedy creatures that horde mounds of treasure instinctively. While this is true, exactly what qualifies as 'treasure' is different from dragon to dragon depending on personal tastes and beliefs. In the case of Droka, he views his subjects as his horde.

Realm

Name:
The Duchy of Tushina

Description:
The Duchy of Tushina has been apart of Paigeturne almost since the beginning. In Paigeturne's infant days, a young and powerful dragon left the mountains behind in order to glide down into the lower lands resting at the foot of them. While other of his ilk would have done so to raid and pillage, this drake had grander ambitions... he intended to be a conqueror.

The arrangement tended to be rather simple. Whatever town, city, village, hamlet or other gathering of servant races the dragon came upon, an offer would be made: Swear fealty to their new lord and be rewarded alongside protected from raiders of all kinds... or be killed and replaced by someone who would. Via this method of diplomacy, many cities and towns were united under the dragons rule, the unified lands being called Tushina; Legend says that the name was of the dragoness that the dragon cared for and loved deeply.

While many suspected that there was going to be war between the Duchy of Tushina and the relatively new Kingdom of Paigeturne, Duke Drumknott surprised by the world when he flew into the capital and willingly submitted himself and his lands to serve the crown of Paigeturne. History is unsure as to why the dragon Drumknott did this, but some theories suggest that he wanted to focus his efforts on defending his new lands and subjects from his more ambitious, bold kin back in the mountains and didn't want to be caught between them and the newly risen kingdom.

Duke Drumknott died almost three hundred years later saving the Queen of Paigeturne from an assassination attempt, his son and heir Maets claiming the duchy of Tushina and title of Duke after his death. Duke Maets continued to rule Tushina until rather recently. As dragons grow older, the call of hibernation sings out to them. While in younger drakes this can be merely a matter of months or years, as dragons grow older the length of these hibernation spells increase to decades if not centuries... and Maets had grown old enough that he would be slumbering for a decade at the earliest. Aware that such an absence would be trying even under good circumstances, Duke Maets happily pushed his son and heir Droka to step up and rule Tushina for a period of regency.

Over time, the population of Tushina has changed. When Drumknott founded the duchy originally, the population was largely human with small pockets of dwarves. As the centuries have passed however, a side effect of the magics used by dragons as Tushina became a trading area between the servant races of the world and those dragons intelligent enough to be willing to trade for goods and services started to seep into the servant races of Tushina; Those who lived in Tushina over the generations started to have their forms altered into a more dragon like form. These 'Drakonids' and 'Dragonspawn' as they were now called became the new majority as the human and dwarven populations they originally came from dwindled.

The rise of these dragonoid races has given birth to a series of dragon cults within Tushina. Many see the transformation to be a reward for their families long service to the Dukes of Tushina, while others believe the transformation to be merely a step towards fully ascending to dragon-hood. The dragons themselves don't actually know if the transformations will continue or not since... well, Tushina is kind of the first time this has really happened.

The difference between Drakonids and Dragonspawn is a matter of what race they descended from. Humans who have undergone the evolution process become Drakonids, a species that is best described as 'half man, half dragon'. Bipedal in nature, the standard Drakonid is covered in colored scales with a tail and stands somewhat taller then the average human. Some have horns that grow from their head and some develop spikes from their bodies. They can be mistaken for some breed of lizardman, but calling one such is a racial slur.

Dragonspawn are the descendants of Dwarves who have evolved a dragon like form. Stockier and smaller then their Drakonid kin. The lower bodies of dragonspawn are much like dragons, a scaled hide with four legs and a tail. They have humanoid torsos with long, thick arms, and scaled, draconic heads. Some larger and more powerful dragonspawn even grow wings... but even these rare, blessed few cannot actually fly.

Realm Attributes:
Fertility: 2
Industry: 2
Nobility: 1
Prosperity: 2

Realm Traits:
Hardy Folk: Your Heroes can always survive taking at least 1 more Wound, and its more difficult for them to receive Wounds in the first place. You produce 1 additional Craft each turn.

The Secret Art: The Realm's Heroes and its Ruler receive +1 Lore. Your common folk are somewhat more familiar with and resistant to magic.

Heroes

Name:
Knight-Commander Fash

Class:
Knight

Attributes:
Charm 2, Lore 0+1, Might 3, Skill 1

Wounds:
4-6

Bonus Ability:
The Knight can survive at least 1-2 more Wounds than other Heroes. Soldiers the Knight leads cannot break unless the Knight Perishes first.

Backstory:
Knight-Commander Fash is a descendant of the dwarves of Tushina who has evolved into a dragonspawn. A rather large and hearty example of this kind, the first signs of his possible greatness was seen when he was born with a pair of wings. While this development marked the young Fash as a person of interest, it was seen more as a sign of possibility rather then destiny.

Fash has fought hard to prove himself worthy of the rank and honors he currently holds... and under the guidance of his new liege he intends to further develop his legend and prestige. His scales are a deep shade of blue.


Name:
Rask

Class:
Scoundrel

Attributes:
Charm 2, Lore 0+1, Might 2, Skill 2

Wounds:
4

Bonus Ability:
Whenever the Scoundrel takes the Patrol or Rest Action, you gain 1 Silver.

Backstory:
Officially, the black scaled Drakonid Rash is Droka's Minister of Finance... namely, Tushina's chief tax collector. While this is completely true, Rash's duties go somewhat beyond coin counting and collection. Secretly, Rash also serves as something of a spy master who keeps an eye on Tushina's inner workings. After all, as the old saying goes "Follow the money..."

Name:
Raadan

Class:
Hunter

Attributes:
Charm 0, Lore 1+1, Might 2, Skill 3

Wounds:
4

Bonus Ability:
Whenever a Hunter takes the Forage or Rest Action, you gain 1 additional Food, and then the Hunter *may* move to an adjacent Realm or Wilderness region.

Backstory:
The red and black scaled Raadan is the 'Master of the Hunt' of the Court of Tushina. While many believe his duties are limited to that of hunting animals for food and to remove dangerous beasts, the truth is that Raadan also serves the roles of scout, bounty hunter and assassin. Those seeking to escape the law by fleeing into the wilds will find no safe haven there.

Edit: Alright, this is ready for inspection now.

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

Eastern Yharnam, outside the Hunter's clinic

While Draco believed that he had done his Oedon given duty towards his fellow man by stopping the group of men who had been about to run by into a highly dangerous situation before they had gotten themselves killed, the longer he remained in their presence the more red flags were raised in his mind that something was... off with this party of Yharnamites.

For starters the fact that all four of them were bloodstained without any clear sign of injury suggesting that the blood was their own or weapons to suggest that it was someone or something else's was raised a few very worrying questions, but for Yharnam standards that was honestly the least worrying thing about the whole situation. The fact that there was a group of unarmed men wandering a part of Yharnam that had clearly been abandoned for some time as the sun was going down and the beasts started to leave their lairs was somewhat of a more pressing concern... but what truly set Draco's instincts off was the fact that one of the group had made no small show of sniffing him and then relaxing when something about his scent reveled that he wasn't a hunter.

...Something that had disappointed the insane hunter that had killed Stefan rather recently when he had done the exact same thing.

All together, this wasn't quite enough for Draco to justify lashing out and hoping the element of surprise would allow him to even the odds a bit before the group (the term 'pack' raised its ugly head) recovered to counter attack properly, but it was more then enough to ensure that he didn't trust the four in the slightest.

However, the information that there were hunters nearby fighting beasts offered a possible addendum to the plans of surviving the night. Turning to look at the flock he had taken over the task of shepherding, a course of action was selected. "I'm going to go in there and talk to the hunters inside. I doubt they'll care enough about us to escort us to shelter but I'm sure they'll be very curious about the insane hunter murdering his peers at the bottom of the elevator... and if they're just happening to be taking their hunt in the direction of incense covered shelter and clearing out the dangerous shit in the way for us, all the better!"

While he had his doubts about the group who was running away from said hunters, he couldn't exactly express his doubts without playing his hand... so turning to his group of civilians he simply said "Anyone who wants to come with me is free to do so, otherwise stay here and don't wander off. I am not going to be investing that much time or effort into chasing after idiots who get themselves separated or lost right now."

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

Eastern Yharnam, relatively near the Hunter's clinic, on the high plateau

Baring witness to the beast filled horror that was Old Yharnam was... well, a complicated feeling for Draco. Logically he should have felt fear or dread at the sight of so many beasts lurking in lairs formed in the burnt out ruins of the city, but in truth it was hard to feel such things when the monsters were so distant that they weren't an immediate threat. He didn't feel anger or hate for much the same reasons; The beasts were too far away to drum up the raw emotions required for such things.

As he escorted his flock of civilians along the path, the huntsman found himself performing some self reflection on the matter and was mildly surprised by the answer. He was humbled by the sight. There was something about seeing the sheer scale of the problem plaguing Yharnam with your own eyes that put into himself and his place in the world into perspective.

This line of thought was, of course, a distraction to try and pull his thoughts away from a more immediate, but no less deeply troubling problem for him then the beast filled Old Yharham; They had overshot the shelter they were trying to get to. In their haste to put as much distance between themselves, the beasts, the giant and the insane hunter that had murdered their escort, they had been forced to pass it by via taking the elevator to relative safety away from the battle down below but leaving them exposed to the night.

The way Draco saw it, they had three options to choose from going forward if they wanted to stay alive.

The first was to locate a sturdy, empty building nearby, fortify and trap it as much as possible to discourage beasts and other nightly terrors from breaking through and bunker down to try and survive the night without incense to hide their scent. Not a great plan by any means, but it was somewhat aided by the fact that this section of the city seemed to have been abandoned for some time; With any luck, a history of lack of prey would result in an incredibly low number of beasts searching for food. In theory, the beasts most likely to come this way would be those who were young and inexperienced or those weak enough to have been chased off of better hunting grounds by other beasts or hunters and whom were looking for scraps.

The second was to wait a while for the battle at the bottom of the elevator to finish up and the victor moving on, leaving the original path they intended to take to their original shelter for the night hopefully open. This of course had its risks. Namely, if they waited too long or moved too soon there was a serious risk that they would be detected and pounced on before they reached safety... even with the promise of incense, the insane hunter made Draco weary; As beast like as the man already was, he was collected enough that he liked was aware of where some of the shelters were... and incense wouldn't stop him from crossing the threshold and start killing if the thirst for blood and death was strong enough.

The third was to seek out an alternative shelter for the night. Considering he didn't know where one was, that was kind of an issue. Wandering around aimlessly looking for one on a night when the beasts were active was the most dangerous damn thing anyone could do.

Before he had a chance to explore his options fully and present them to his followers, a band of five Yharnam men, battered, bloody and unarmed, came into view with clear intent on making their way towards the elevator they had arrived via. These men were not a threat... but Draco still stepped forward and barked "You don't want to go that way just yet. We just came up; Left behind a three way fight between one of the church giants, a pack of beasts and an insane hunter that killed our hunter escort before leaving us be to join the brawl because we were beneath him at the time. What are you running from?"

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

@Dark Jack

Random question but... where exactly is the shelter that Draco is trying to lead his group of Civilians too? Is it the Clinic itself or somewhere else?

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

Eastern Yharnam, relatively near the Hunter's clinic, top of the elevator.

By all rights, what Draco should have seen when stepping out of the elevator was a scene of carnage. The blood was there, the signs of struggle were easy to see... and yet, the carnage wasn't present. No bodies to be seen and a trial of blood stains leading down the one path that they knew for certain would lead them in the direction of where they needed to go. Under other circumstances, Draco would have preferred to take his chances via going through the deserted buildings and praying to Oedon that there would A) Be a path through them that lead them to where they needed to go and B) Were devoid of beasts in hiding.

However, the escape from the mad hunter had made him deathly aware of the fact that there was a superhuman, still somewhat intelligent lunatic down at the bottom of the elevator shaft that was more then able operate it and pursue them if his disgust for killing things 'below him' run out when the beasts and giant he had been fighting were dead. Putting as much distance between themselves and that man was vital if they wanted to continue living.

Weapon held firmly in both hands, Draco started to lead the way along the blood stained path. His movements were cautious but unafraid; It went a long way to reducing the noise that he was producing and allowed him the chance to strain his senses as much as he could in order to stay alert for threats before they had the chance to spring whatever traps or ambushes they had planned. He wasn't foolish enough to believe that if something was laying in wait that he would be able to handle it one on one, but the the only way to survive the night was to get somewhere safe and secure and to get there, he needed to get to the end of a very scary path. If something just so happened to be waiting for him along side path, he was just going to have to deal with it or die trying.

Removing one of his hands from his weapon for a brief moment, he silently made a 'follow me' gesture to the civilians he was shepherding in order to get them to follow after him. They still had ground to cover after all. Message sent, he secured his hold back on his weapon as he did the only thing he could under the circumstances; Move forward.

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

Draco has faced Mad Ones before and not only survived, but has actually been apart of a group that's downed two of them! (Not bad for normal humans). So an insane hunter charging at him doesn't have the same degree of pants shitting terror that it might have for most humans; That said, Draco is going to need to seriously unwind when he gets the chance to. Poor boy be shook.