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10 yrs ago
Current If your ears are burning, it means someone is talking about you. Usually they're saying "He's on fire."
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10 yrs ago
Notice: I'll be going away from the 9th to the 19th, I might still be able to update at least partially, but I can't confirm this, so expect me to be absent.
10 yrs ago
This land is littered with lunatics and killers, they smile like crocodiles while they beat you like gorillas.
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Name's Caden Gallic, been going by that name for a good few years now.

Long time RPer, maker of ideas and characters and stuff, love creating in general.

I like vidya games. Movies and stuff. Books and manga.

Um... I like cheese?

That's all I can think of.

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Character sheet approved! Move to Characters tab.
Also somewhat interested.


You're more than welcome!
Slightly interested, and it does remind me of Dark Souls, somehow. Will try to get back to this when I'm not extremely busy, and hopefully i'll have a CS ready by the time I get back to this. Actually, no, not slightly, VERY interested.


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We got one!
Dren approached the reception desk and bartered a room from the clerk, paying up front with a small helping of Gil. That'd at least give him a place to stay for the night. He moved and took a seat in the lounge to rest up a moment. It felt good to be back on solid ground, he thought as he sank into the armchair and rested his cane against it. This was the life...
Changes were made.
Changes were made.
Dark fantasy medieval setting, open for all kinds of character builds and set ups, lore and story heavy. Small group ideally, 1-3 people.

Check it out in full here: roleplayerguild.com/topics/84979-godle..
Clack. Clack. Clack.

The sound of the gold tipped cane striking the wooden deck of the ship resounded over his simple steps. The man in the red cloak held his head high as he moved to disembark, a steady and simple pace. He didn't want to rush, after all. He took in a view of the city from his higher perch. It was just as he remembered... well, what he COULD remember of the richer area at least. After all his time spent away, grooming himself into this far more noble personage, it was time to truly put it to the test upon these pretty streets.

Clack. Clack. Clack.

His cane continued to make noise upon the smooth stones of the streets, his hat keeping his face swathed in slightest shadow thanks to the sun. He held a solid posture as he walked, his chin up, his cane in perfect timing with his steps. Looks were everything in a town like this. And he would be seen as noble. Assuredly.

But, he had trading to attend to whilst he was here. Even now he could feel the robes beneath his cloak weighed down with his various concoctions and rare so and so's. He'd just need to find someone to sell them to. The inn seemed like a good first stop. He'd need a place to stay after all and certainly had the Gil to pay for it. So, keeping his steady pace and keeping in time to the clack of his cane, he entered the inn.

Name: Dren Rache

Nickname: The Gentleman Mage

Race: Human

Age: 25

Gender: Male

Appearance: Slim and lanky, Dren has short grey hair in an unkempt style, usually hidden by his hat. His hands bear a number of small scars and burns from his alchemical work. His eyes are an emerald green. He also bears a number of small cuts on his chest and stomach from a number of alchemy accidents.



Weight: 180lbs

Height: 6’4

Frame: Slim and tall.

Personality: Sly and smooth, Dren is something of a wordsmith and could talk a man into selling him everything he owns. Something of a manipulator, Dren tends to use another person’s words against him. This can make him somewhat obnoxious. He holds himself in high standing and is very prideful, often acting posh or upper class despite the truth being anything but.

Job: Alchemist

Fighting Style: An amateurish boxing style, otherwise just wild scrapping.

Weapons from strongest to weakest:

Trice Majestos Cane: A black walking stick with a gold bottom and rounded orb at the top, emblazoned with three star symbols on the hilt. Whilst normally functioning as a walking stick, the cane also has potential as a magic catalyst and is Dren’s primary form of defending himself. He supposedly made the cane himself and no-one has been able to prove him wrong yet. He also named it.

Item stock: Dren keeps a healthy supply of support items from his travels and a few he whipped up himself across the lands and makes use of them in tough situations. He also keeps a light supply of grenades which he particularly enjoys the use of.

Anelace: A slightly long silver dagger with a hand guard that Dren keeps at his belt. He rarely ever uses it, save for the occasional duel with a swordsman. He keeps it hidden under his cloak and his skills with it are lacking.

Armors/Outfits:

Red Hat: A large wide brimmed red hat with a white feather stuck into it. Dren uses it to cover his face and hide it.

Red overcloak: A large red cloak that Dren wears over his other clothes. Once again, it’s used to hide Dren’s appearance and also acts as a nifty place to store his wares and items. It also looks pretty cool when blowing in the wind.

Ragged robes: Beneath the cloak, Dren’s clothes are not particularly special. They’re functional and cover his form but they look shabby. He keeps them hidden at all times to keep up his appearance.

White gloves: These cover Dren’s hands at all times to avoid showing the few scars and burns he’s received from his alchemical work.

Familiar:

Familiar: Royal Rat Vanguard

Familiar Abilities: Grants Poison and Earth defense. Decreases fire resistance.

Movement Type: Ground, walks and runs, can climb structures.

Familiar Size: Tiny, very nimble and agile.

Relic Weapons: Blowpipe styled cane with ivory rat head top.

Relic Armors: Dren's red cloak and hat become battered and brown versions of themselves, seemingly crawling with rats.

Trance: The Red Phantom

Dren’s limbs warp and extend outward, turning him wraithlike in appearance. His speed is doubled in this form, which assists in flinging his spells. His mind also becomes set on nothing but attack, losing all his intelligence.

Pros: He wields strong black magic, though he relies on distraction tactics and befuddling his foes to win the day. He also keeps a helpful stock of items on him at all times. He is also highly intelligent, allowing him to think on the spot in tight situations.

Cons: Dren has almost no physical forms of defending himself and in terms of physicality, is quite weak. Not to mention his reliance on items can leave him running out mid battle and his distraction tactics only tend to work against single opponents.

Background: Originally born in Treno in Alexandria, Dren was born into a life of poverty in the slums of the city. He had to work hard to keep his family supported, taking whatever job he could get and working as much as he could. Whilst working, he discovered he had an eye for spotting compatible materials for unique concoctions, beginning his experimentation as an alchemist.

When his parents passed away at the age of 15, Dren began stealing in order to further his new career, selling his concoctions and items wherever he could to make as much coin as he could. Once he finally had enough, he left the city to explore and sell his potentials somewhere else. He achieved moderate success and the recipes he learned helped him in a number of tricky spots.

When he returned to Treno, he was desperate not to slip back into a life of poverty and knew he had to gain favour with the lords. So, he purchased his robe and hat, hid his hands in gloves and began grooming himself into a makeshift lord. He got better and better, hiding his poor appearance and currying favour with powerful individuals slowly but surely. His skills as a mage earned him the nickname “The Gentleman Mage” by his fellows, finally allowing his transformation into a member of the high class to be complete. At least, that’s what it looked like.
The Premise:
It began with a chalice. A chalice of gold and silver. The chalice was forged by a god of origin, eternally filled with black Ichor, the blood of an origin god. By consuming this substance, a man could become a god. Anything could become a god. Man’s arrogance led this power to be abused and misused by humanity’s new rulers. A punishment was sought upon them. Without consistent consumption of Black Ichor, the gods would malform into beasts, so named “The Godless.” To stem the tide, a great hero stole the chalice of black ichor and cast it into destruction. Now it is rumoured another chalice of black ichor has been made and is continuing the corruption of its predecessor upon the land, dripping into the grand river of Eleteele. Its location is sought after by would be heroes and warriors at the river’s source, seeking it out for the promise of fame and glory, or the power of the ichor itself. Now, on the outskirts of the kingdom of Galothiel, the story of another of those seekers, begins…









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