Crumbs

Moonscratch Chronicle; Cycle One

@Crumbs

By the way, did you notice the suggestion I made in the interest check about how all our characters could meet. You never responded to it if you did notice, so I wouldn't know.

@rush99999

I'm sorry, I thought I had already replied to you. I think it's a great way to start things out! I'm curious as to who she's going to meet, first, though. ^^

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It's an interesting Bio. I like it.

@rush99999

Hahaha, I appreciate it. I wanted to avoid a lot of stuff that comes with the "orphan archetype", so I decided to make her a bit more plain; but adventurous, simultaneously...without her leaving home due to some emotional upheaval or tragic death.

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@Crumbs

Isyph is so adorable!

@rush99999

Hahaha, thanks! I'm glad you think so. I was aiming to make her 'rather cute'.

I just finished up her Bio. ^^

I feel like she's a "Level One" kind of character, so expect her Abilities and stuff to expand as we move along, through the story.

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I am hereby abandoning this thread in favor of the OOC. But let me just say that the guild thing sounds solid

@Draken

Agreed! We'll move all the chatter and such over the OOC thread.

I'll bump this, once or twice in the next couple of days to see if we can get one more person.

(Though I am pretty happy with the group we have, right now. ^^)

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Went ahead and posted up Isyph; albeit without her biography. I'll go back and finish her up, shortly. I just wanted to give a loose template on how to "show your stuff". ^^

Edit: Made some minor edits to her CS to include a couple more pieces of equipment (her instruments) and another Ability (Perform).

After a short break, I'll resume work on her Bio.

Second Edit: Finished up her Bio! It's nothing super special. She comes from humble beginnings.

Edit Combo: Added in a small bit, in her Biography, about why she is called 'Al-Delad'. (Rather than Isyph Heiph)

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Isyph

Name: Isyph Al-Delad

Age: Seventeen

Race: Uquii (Satyr)

Gender: Female

Affiliation: Starless Partners

Appearance:

An obvious Uquii, Isyph is possessed of a smaller frame than most humans (standing at around 5'2) and is, at a glance, a pale, lithe beauty that could (if given proper primping) make an Ewori vaguely jealous. Sporting the horns and ears that she inherited from her father, as well as the deep golden hue of his eyes; her form is otherwise human. Light lavender locks fall loosely about her pleasantly curved face, almost reaching down to her shoulders. While she doesn't go far out of her way to maintain her appearance, she tends to draw glances when traipsing about without her cowl.

Isyph tends to favor simple clothing; a simple linen shirt tucked tightly into loose brown breeches, bound by twin leather belts and simple traveling boots that seem to have once been somewhat pink in coloration. She does not carry a pack, as many adventurers do, but a satchel slung over her shoulder. A hooded cloak, in the same discolored state as her boots, hangs down just below her knees; she is rarely seen without it.

Personality: Easy-going and with a love for idle chatter, Isyph enjoys meeting new people and hearing tales from all around Aedrasil. Fairly intelligent, herself, she likes to think that she can banter with the best of them. A sunny disposition hides her otherwise uncouth tendencies. Opportunistic, she is always looking for a chance to pick a lock or a pocket; or, perhaps, swindle someone out of their hard earned gold with a trick or two. Despite her opportunistic nature, Isyph Al-Delad does have limits to what/who she will steal from; weighing risk against reward. (loyalty and trust also factor into these decisions)

Being a Satyr-born Uquii, she has a knack for revelry that can sometimes impress (or appall) those who do not know her. It is a trait she is well aware of and has led her to be cautious in taverns and places where intoxicants are readily available. She is also something of a performer, gifted with a fine, clear singing voice and a moderate understanding of the lute, flute and fiddle. Isyph does her best to enjoy all she can in life, trying to bring a smile to her own face and that of those around her; even if the expense is covered (wittingly or not) by another.

Class: Thief

Equipment:

•Large satchel, brown leather. (Several pockets inside and one large, central compartment)

•Spare travel boots, black leather.

•Dagger, mundane steel.

•Short sword, magic steel. (Lightning enchantment)

•Silver ring, mundane.

•Rope and grapnel.

•Thief tools. (lockpicks and such)

•Small pot, small pan, fork and knife.

•Flute, lute and fiddle. (Worn condition)

Abilities:

• Uquii Charm (Racial); Sometimes her appearance alone is not enough to sway a potential target into lowering their guard. Being an Uquii, Isyph can call upon her Fey lineage to invoke a small magical charm (twice per day) that will make her more appealing to the target. It does not work on everyone, and those with magic inclinations are more resilient.

• Uquii Physiology (Racial); Smaller and more nimble than a human, Isyph is not so strong as a human of her size; but has quicker reaction times and a higher level of dexterity. This also leaves her with something of a weaker constitution and a lower threshold for pain tolerance.

• Thieving (Class); Picking pockets, locks or moving undetected through an area. All these things are vital to a Thief. Isyph is fairly proficient at her art, but is no master.

• Blade Focus, Short (Class); Favoring smaller blades, due to her size, Isyph has become more proficient at striking lethal (or non-lethal, if she chooses) areas with short swords and daggers.

• Abscond (Personal); Isyph knows well when she is outmatched and will not hesitate to use her natural quickness to escape a situation. Capable of navigating tight spaces and disappearing in crowds, she will attempt to lose her attackers or pursuers with haste. While Absconding, Isyph has a higher chance to dodge melee blows; but exposes herself to ranged weaponry, in certain scenarios.

• Perform (Personal); As mentioned, the Uquii girl is possessed of a fair singing voice and a decent grasp of a few instruments. When pressed for thieving opportunities, or if the mood strikes her, she will sing, dance and play her instrument. This skill has no combative use, but has myriad other uses. The condition of her instruments, should she choose to use them, has an impact on how well her performance is received.

Biography: Born somewhere north of humble Silverbrook (a quaint little hamlet nestled at the far edge of the shadows cast by Gnara's Locks), Isyph was left by her mother to a couple of her close friends in the small city. Marrie, did not linger long after pawning off the small Uquii on Daln and Ebna Heiphs. The Heiphs were kind to the girl, and loving; treating her as though she were their own. Daln, her 'father' was a merchant of middling success and was perhaps responsible for spurring Isyph's love of stories and travel; having her around his shop as an apprentice once she reached the age of six. Her 'mother' Ebna doted on the girl extensively, always doing her best to ensure that Isyph did not want for company or love.

Despite her aberrant nature, she was not treated unkindly by the Silverbrook locals; indeed, she was accepted as a part of the community before she was even aware of her surroundings. While some had misgivings about Marrie's (a Silverbrook local, herself, at one time) choice in leaving her with the Heiphs, they did not speak ill of the woman...in truth, they rarely spoke of her at all. Daln was the only one who seemed willing to speak of Isyph's birth mother, though he would only do so with an air of reservation when sober. Ebna, inversely, would never speak of Marrie; as though the mention of her would draw Isyph away from her 'mother'. This fear was due, in part to Isyph's decision to be known as "Al-Delad", rather than adopting the Heiph's family name; once she was old enough to decide for herself. While Isyph held a deep love and respect for Ebna and Daln, she could not bring herself to accept their name, knowing that she had come from uncertain parentage.

It was not Marrie, nor her unknown father that spurred the Uquii girl from her home. Nor was it tragedy, bloodshed, or a run-in with local authorities. What drew Isyph from Silverbrook was simply boredom and a growing curiosity about the world outside. Having apprenticed for Daln (acquiring her own set of skills in the shadows, all the while; whether it be from hidden practice or a short demonstration from visiting merchants' guards) for nearly a decade, she felt herself ready to set out alone...just as her mother had done years before. While the Heiphs did not wish her to go, there was a stubbornness in the girl. A few short weeks after the idea had been brought forth, and a tearful departure, Isyph was heading south; toward Vaald...hoping to make it to the capital in time to see the Lunar Festival. Hoping to see countless wonders along the way. Hoping to make herself (and, in a distant way, though she knew they wouldn't approve of the things she would do, the Heiphs) proud...hoping to make a name for herself. To join a Guild and begin a life of adventure and riches.

Since her travels began, Isyph has learned that she has a lot to learn. While she has come to miss the familiarity of Silverbrook and her home (which is what she still considers it), the Uquii girl feels that Delad is a wonderful opportunity; just waiting for her to reach out and take it.

Crosos Granz

Name: Crosos Granz

Age: Forty nine

Race: Golem (Metalwork)

Gender: Genderless, but is male in form.

Affiliation: Unaffiliated

Appearance:

Standing at 6'6, Crosos Granz is a sight to behold; whether he be walking the streets of Vaald or engaging wild beasts in the far reaches of Delad. While his armor and vestments (covering the frame of the Golem, himself, which is the humanoid form made steel) are almost always pristine, Granz himself is a battered and ragged thing. Missing an eye and several fingers, his near-skeletal visage covered in countless scratches and a few deep scars, his mouth two blunted plates bearing the semblance of teeth, twisted and slightly lopsided from years of abuse...it would not be entirely surprising if the Golem inspired nightmares in children.

Personality: One would not usually expect a Golem to be the sardonic type, but Granz has a rather grim (though sometimes, to himself, humorous) outlook on things. Quick with a quip, Crosos enjoys verbal sparring as much as he does true battle. Being a Golem without a master, he is unrestricted in his actions; making him somewhat difficult to predict. He has a penchant for making people uncomfortable. Granz holds a high respect for the sanctity of mortal life, despite his cynical nature, and does his best to guard those who can not guard themselves.

Class: Knight

Equipment:

• Heavy plate armor and helm, mundane steel. (High quality)

• Longsword, magic steel. (Called Headsman, unbreakable)

• Shield, mundane wood and steel.

• Dagger, magic steel. (Called Scathe, causes Bleeding)

• Gold amulet, mundane. (A keepsake)

• Seven small iron bars.

Abilities:

Steel Form (Racial); Granz is particularly dense, given his composition and structure. As such, he is resistant (not immune, mind you) to most forms of conventional damage; and unable to swim. While his body does give him certain advantages in resilience and strength, he is somewhat slow in his movements (despite being a practiced combatant) and is fairly susceptible to the effects of magic.

While he does not rust, the Golem can not swim and has a small aversion to water. Climbing is nearly impossible, given his weight.

Ingest Material (Racial); Being a Golem, Crosos can not be healed by normal means. Instead, he must consume a material found within the earth (though he doesn't have to find it, himself; nor does it have to be in its original form). Different materials will provide different levels of healing...and not all wounds will close completely.

Battle Stance (Class); Knowing your weaknesses is the first step in overcoming them. While Granz has an advantage over most foes, in terms of reach and strength; he is far slower than those less encumbered. (and, naturally, the races of flesh) Preparing himself for battle, Granz will raise his shield and properly set his footing to allow him to become a bastion of steel amidst the battle. Provides higher defense against melee attacks at the cost of mobility.

Extensive Training (Class); Practically having been 'born' with Headsman in his hand, Crosos has learned to use the weapon as extension of himself; striking with precision and surprising fluidity when using the longsword. Most other weapons (aside from Scathe) feel extremely cumbersome to the Golem, and are far less efficient (in comparison) when he wields them.

Strike Me Down! (Personal); Casting his shield aside, Granz will attempt to incite an opponent into attacking him openly. This taunt does not work on foes who are intimidated by the Golem, or smart enough to realize that they are being baited into slaughter. If the taunt does not succeed, Crosos will simply laugh at his opponent and continue the battle without his shield.

So, It Has Come To This... (Personal); Overcharging his Core (the focus that holds his makeshift soul), Granz can gather all of the energy within his form and expel it in an outward crescent. The crescent originates from his chest, expanding as it goes (reaching up to fifty feet in front of him, with a breadth of about ten feet). This energy is magical in nature, and creates a visible distortion of heat in the air as it travels. The impact caused by So, It Has Come To This is extremely potent and can topple, if not outright slay, most unprepared foes. This Ability poses a danger to both the Golem and his foes; once the charge is released, Crosos will collapse and remain inert for six hours. There are ways to revive him, but they are few. Those with an obvious magical inclination can withstand the blast, suffering concussive force accompanied by a feeling of brief, but sweltering heat.

The release of the charge obliterates Granz's armor (around the area where the blast originates) and leaves a small hole in his chest; revealing his Core. Aside from the six hour recovery period, he often has to take time and consume metal or stone to revitalize himself.

Biography: Will explore in-character.

Wraith/Lucia

Name: "Wraith" or "Lucia"

Age: Uncertain. Presumably mid to late twenties.

Race: Llangeli (Deserter)

Gender: Female

Affiliation: Order of the Eclipse

Appearance: Wraith's holographic projection is one of simple blending, attempting to compile the traits of Aedrasilian humans into an amalgamation that would not draw attention without being so plain that she would stand out. Her hair is curly, of medium length, dark amber in coloration (not daring to be so bold as to make herself blonde) and well kept in the style of Deladish commoners (without oils or overzealous care). Her projection belies her age, making her appear younger; with a rounded face, green eyes (without being vibrant or entirely fetching, if anything...they sometimes have a dull, distant air to them), and a trace of plumpness to her thighs, waist and chest. The clothing she has chosen is fairly plain; a brown blouse and green skirt, accompanied by high black boots that only have a small amount of wear to them.

Without the holographic projection, Wraith only retains her height; the rest replaced by her form-fitting, customized E.P.E.S. She lacks the thickness of her hologram, being nearly flat about the chest and slim about her shoulders and limbs. While she lacks the protective plating of most E.P.E.S, having a more streamlined design; with thin layers of a highly durable plastic being fitted everywhere but her joints. Beneath the white plastic is another material, almost appearing cloth-like, albeit slick...black and patterned with heaxagonal imprints. Like most Llangeli, outside of their ships, her E.P.E.S is possessed of a helmet meant for filtering out potentially toxic atomspheric presences. Unlike others, however, she has no visor; her helmet being a featureless, streamlined (coming to a soft point at the back of the crown of her head) shell.

Personality: A former operative for the Llangeli Armada's Specialized Operations Division (where she first adopted her moniker), Wraith tends to view things in a cold and clinical way. Reserved and efficient, she sets about every task with an obsessive amount of care and caution; making her something of a perfectionist by nature. Distrustful and sometimes outright cold, she rarely puts forth effort to be friendly, choosing to converse in a distant, professional manner.

Despite this, she attempts to appear more cheery around Aedrasilian natives; giving herself fully to the act she has created. An apt communicator (given that she was involved with several of the initial acquisitions of native life and their subsequent torture, an act she has come to hold a great deal of guilt over) "Lucia" (as she has named her new persona) attempts to be outgoing and friendly, though she is a somewhat shy girl; given to bouts of flustered stuttering. Wraith, herself, despises this act...but accepts it as a necessity if she and the other deserters intend to survive in a world she views as strange, somewhat repulsive and terribly fascinating.

Class:

Llangeli Saboteur

Akin to the Armada's standard Pilot; a Saboteur is skilled in the arts of deception, interrogation, infiltration and the dismantling of an opponent's vital systems, be they physical or otherwise. Chosen for exceptional potential or performance by the Specialized Operations Division, after their Pilot training has been completed, subjected thereafter to a grueling procession of specialized training and conditioning. Often chosen for "delicate missions" that require excellence in the more destructive aspects of sabotage and subterfuge. A Saboteur receives a customized E.P.E.S and a similarly personalized Valravn Frame.



Equipment:

• Wraith's E.P.E.S; While all Llangeli require their Enviromental Protection Encapsulatory System to survive in foreign environments, Wraith's is a bit of a deviation from the norm. While most E.P.E.S provide protection and survivability in uncertain or hostile conditions, this particular suit is one of many utilized by the Llangeli Specialized Operations Division. More streamlined in design and possessed of an Obfuscation Array, it is better suited for stealth and light travel; allowing Wraith to project a field that allows her to blend into most environments without trouble. While still capable of energizing Llangeli devices, Wraith has to be cautious with her use of this feature; as she prefers to reserve the energy within her E.P.E.S for its unique capabilities.

• Microfabricator and Holo-emitter; A set of devices commonplace to the Llangeli, these machines are most valuable when in the hands of Scientists and Engineers (and ingenious civilians). They permit the disassembly and assembly of materials on a molecular level at relatively close range, allowing repairs, analysis and fabrication of simple substances on the go - provided they have the energy and the materials at hand. As well as communications and infomatic displays to be readily available. Most modern M&H are so small that these microcomputers resemble wristwatches. (quoted from @potatochipgolem)

• Pulse Knife; A tool of assassination used by the Llangeli, bearing the appearance of a simple, (for the Llangeli, anyway) translucent rectangle when inert. Upon activation the Pulse Knife will have a thin green vein running through its center and the 'blade' will begin vibrating at a high speed. When pressed to most materials (aside from a Llangeli E.P.E.S, which the knife will usually register as a friendly [unless otherwise flagged as hostile by the Saboteur]; causing a quick deactivation...and of course, the Llangeli wielding it) the Pulse Knife will sunder and flay with ease, turning the target into bloody ribbons as sonic vibrations course through them. Utilizing the Pulse Knife (in its active state) for extended periods of time will cause instability in the weapon. The Pulse Knife can not be wielded by those outside of an E.P.E.S without risking great harm, and it is usually registered to an individual Saboteur.

Abilities:

Llangeli Operative Training (Racial); Coupled with the education that most of the Llangeli receive, the Armada's training and further instruction for its operatives is extremely intense; subjecting the Operative to extreme of pain and high levels of stress for extended amounts of time, conditioning them in the case of their capture. Aside from the physical toughening of an Operative, the Special Operations Division made certain that their potential assassins and saboteurs were well versed in most forms of combat. As a Saboteur, Wraith has intimate knowledge of most forms of advanced machinery...and, particularly, how to disable, destroy or decimate them. Repairs, too, if she is pressed into it.

Disabling Touch (Equipment/Class); Through the E.P.E.S' systems, Wraith can output a fair amount of electric energy. Usually used for incapacitating an opponent, it can also be utilized in the destruction of sensitive machinery.

Pulse Knife Proficiency (Personal); Once her favorite tool for prying open vents or chewing up thick bits of console plating, Wraith has become very intimate in the use of the Pulse Knife, whether it be against flesh or the inanimate. This long-time relationship has allowed her to become familiar enough with the weapon to adjust its settings on the fly, allowing for more possibilities than simply shredding an opponent with a couple of good cuts.

Obfuscation Array (Equipment); With her modified E.P.E.S, Wraith can produce a field that refracts light; giving her a muted sort of invisibility. She can still be perceived through other senses, assuming she becomes careless enough to make a sound. Utilizing the Obfuscation Array too often can cause heavy drain on the E.P.E.S' internal systems.

The Firebrand

Name: Tempa Ghaun

Age: ~120

Race: Iath- The Iath, while widespread, are non-indigenous to Tantas. Aside from a slight advantage in height and strength over average humans, they possess no particular inherent attributes; perhaps aside from a longevity that is something of a trademark to the race (living close to 300 years, in favorable conditions). The Iath are most easily known by their ears and tail, which are decidedly feline; as well as the yellowish coloration of their irises.

Gender: Female

Affiliation: Unaffiliated (current), Unsung (formerly)

Appearance: Despite her 'advancing age', Tempa is still a rather stunning image of a young Iathan warrior; something she takes great pride in. Standing a head taller than most of the people she has encountered since entering Deladish borders, and bearing a darker tone of skin than most native to Tantas, Tempa enjoys her ability to stand out. This mocha wrapping is covered in paler patches of scar tissue, prevalent about exposed arms and on the skin of her face. She keeps her black-and-orange hair cut short and choppy, often giving the Firebrand something of a sloppy or lackadaisical appearance at first glance. Her eyes, almond shaped and vibrant, often belie her true nature.

Tempa prefers the loose clothing native to her country, a silken, open-breasted blouse that is often tucked into heavy trousers, bound with a leather belt and laced at the collar with silken string. Since coming to Delad, she has abandoned the sandals most frequently used in her homeland for sturdy, but still supple leather traveling shoes. These clothes are often beige or dark brown in coloration, with the exception of her brightly colored shirts that tend to be hues of red. A hefty bag hangs from her shoulders, a dull green sack of cloth that has two straps and several sealed pockets.

Personality: Proud to a fault and a braggart, at times, Tempa tends to act without thought; trusting her experience and instinct to guide her through most situations. Quick to smile and just as quick to frown, she has somewhat tempered older impulses to make herself less abrasive to those around her; though, sometimes, this conditioning is faulty and she'll let loose without fully realizing just what she's doing. Some would label her as thoughtless, and that is not entirely untrue.

Despite her nature, Tempa has always found herself fighting for someone else; even if it comes with a constant bemoaning of her position.

Class: Ochre Spearmistress - While most of the Iathan women consider it an honor to be chosen to become a Spearmistress, Tempa was never so enthralled about her 'destiny'. As such, she has abdicated her position...becoming known as an Ochre; equivocal with becoming an exile. The Spearmistress is a class that favors weapons with heft and reach, mingled with a magical affinity. Tempa tends to utilize both, though the focus is more on the magical aspect of combat.

Equipment:

• Traveling bag. (many pockets, mostly empty)

• Alacrity; A spear crafted for Tempa during her time as a Spearmistress, forged of magic steel intended to be nigh-unbreakable and resistant to her elemental affinity. It has been adjusted to be taller than the Firebrand, herself, and is almost always seen in her hand.

• Clothing. (mostly new shirts)

• Amulet, mundane steel. (heavily scarred, making its original appearance unrecognizable)

• Nobody's Business; A ruined and bloodied silken glove that Tempa carries with her. Certainly a strange keepsake. It's rare that she ever takes it out, but she can be caught checking to see if it is still in her pack from time to time.

Abilities:

•Iathan Grace (Racial); As with most Iath, Tempa has en exceptional sense of balance; lending to her a degree of dexterity and fluidity in movement that she utilizes with the sometimes-unwieldy nature of her combative style.

•Spearmistress Training (Racial/Class); The cat-folk warriors of Kyir are quite serious about their training. Moreso than most are the Spearmistresses, who perform as guards, servants and advisors to certain noble houses of Kyir. As such, Tempa has undergone extensive training to have been among their ranks. She is proficient with the spear she wields and has a degree of hardiness that is not found among the less molded warrior classes. Though she doesn't often utilize the countless rituals and niceties imparted to her from this training (at least on a social level) she still holds a respect for them.

•Magical Affinity (Class/Personal); Tempa would never have earned her title without her deeply held affinity for scathing flame. Her magical affinity is particularly strong, though somewhat imperfect and willfully untrained, producing a more molten form of flame than most Mages are accustomed to. Her affinity grants her a high degree of resistance to her own hasty element.

•Unorthodox Implementation (Personal); Despite her rigorous training, Tempa never found herself fully immersed in the martial ideals of the Spearmistresses. Eschewing their code has allowed Tempa to more individually explore their teachings; leading her to incorporate strikes with her arms and legs, in addition to spear-thrusts and volatile expulsions of magic.

•Ochre (Personal/Class/Race); The Iath rarely forget those who spit on their honor, and Tempa has become something of a well-known exile from her homeland. Other Iath who encounter her, assuming they are aware of her status, will be far less inclined to have any dealings with the Firebrand. Even if they are not aware, assuming they are at least vaguely knowledgeable of the customs of Kyir, will realize that a Spearmistress should not be so far from her homeland.

Lloyle Waraz

Name: Lloyle Waraz

Age: Thirty three

Race: Human

Gender: Male

Affiliation: Black Adder Company (Leader)

Appearance:

Personality: A man of few words, infamous for his cruelty in battle. While respected for his influence within the Guilds of Delad, as the head of the Black Adder Company, there exists only a small number of people who can claim to keep company with him regularly. Reclusive, it often takes the summons of the Vaunted Council to bring him from the depths of his Guildhome...though that was not always the case. When he does choose to engage in speech, instead of swordplay, it is often delivered in portentious tones.

Class: Eldritch Servitor - The Eldritch are often followers of the Void (attached to the warlike aspects of Kanys and the sinister side of Stieg's influence), devoted to pursuing the "lunar magics" for the sake of their Guild or country. The Servitors among their ranks are seasoned Mages who have conquered their esoteric studies and survived the trials of the Eldritch Woebeholders . They favor light or no armor and generally wield umbral magics in unison with concealed shortblades or a longsword.

Equipment:

•Obfuscating garb. Finely tailored and resilient to travel damage, if a bit outlandish. Includes a mask (and replacements).

•Wither; A longsword, forged of magic steel, claimed from the former Black Adder leader. Despite its innate toughness it seems that Waraz has ground away most of the former blade to leave it, in essence a very long dagger. Wither, when an opponent is successfully sliced (flesh, not armor or clothing or any kind of barrier), will begin weeping a toxin from the blade. While only trace amounts will be left behind by the first swing, subsequent attacks will possess sufficient venom to cause a flaring pain on glancing blow and a wracking anguish on heavy strikes. If Wither is used on more than one opponent, in a fight, the effect of the weapon becomes more potent against each subsequent opponent. The poison can be dispelled by potion or magic.

•Potion satchel. (contains ten potions. 4 healing, 4 conflagration, 2 fog)

•Void Font; An ornate bottle, stoppered and bound with strips of leather. While the glass is clear, the contents are umbral and ever-swirling. It seems to be incapable of being broken, as Lloyle takes no particular care to protect it; but has never been opened. Functions as an Auspice (meaning, essentially, that it is an object bound directly to Lloyle and never leaves his possession for long) assumed to be a gift from the Eldritch Woebeholders...or something else entirely.

•Throwing knives. (lots, mundane steel)

•Mask Fragment; While not common knowledge, Lloyle has been carrying a piece of Kanys' mask for quite some time.

Abilities:

•Umbral Prism (Class): Where light exists, there will be cast shadows. Drawing on the Umbral Prism will create a creeping purple-tinted darkness that moves similarly to great tendrils of mist, spreading first from the Eldritch Servitor's shadow. These tendrils may physically interact with nearby objects (within ~10 feet) to bludgeon, grapple or pierce, and pose a great threat to mobility if one is entangled within them. While the initial tendrils are formidable, any shadows that are touched by them become an extension of the Umbral Prism's function. Shining a bright light can dissipate the tendrils, as can striking them with sufficient mundane or magic force.

•Annihilation Wave (Personal); The swing of a single blade can rend askew even the staunches of foes, if properly placed. Lloyle, however, believes that it is best to swing multiple blades. Lacing together his knowledge of Void, he can produce a complex pattern of rending energies originating from his sword. This ability creates a glaring red web of distortion in the air and rapidly travels forward when he reaches mid-swing, tearing up the ground and anything unfortunate enough to remain in its path.

•Languid Affliction (Personal); Reaching into the depths of an opponent's mind, to pull out torpor and disorientation, Languid Affliction can cause several effects. Distorted vision, heavy limbs, feelings of nausea or vertigo and the possibility of hallucinations. Those with strong willpower can stave off the effects, after a moment, if they realize the source of their sudden change in condition. Strangely, even creatures with magical lineage have no innate resistance to this ability.

•Malleable Relativity(Class/Personal); One must always be willing to adapt to any given situation, the Servitor moreso than most. This ability does not focus on the flexibility of the body, so much as it does the realization of what space that body occupies; the concept being tied to the closeness of Aedrasil to the Void and what respective elements of the Order Sequential's particular realms exist (in what areas, at the time) to interfere. Understanding how to "map" the pockets of Void in between can allow the Servitor to instantaneously move themselves to an "empty location". Mapping the celestial realms is a tiring task, mentally and phsyically, and can cause extreme stress on the Servitor if an area is unfamiliar. The maximum range of movement depends on the Servitor. Lloyle can usually manage to move between two or three locations before fatigue begins to set in.

•Breathing Shadow (Class/Personal); The Servitor is always deeply given to the Eldritch arts, striving to meld themselves with Void-aspects while still existing within Aedrasil. Lloyle is a man who does not have an ambition that remains untouched by the will of Kanys; as such, he favors himself as a busy sort. It is this (and perhaps the influence of the sundered god) that has led the head of the Black Adders to create for himself several stand-ins. While many would rely on hired hands or underlings, Lloyle believes that some things are best handled in-person. The Breathing Shadow is a fragment of Waraz's soul, woven into a flesh-and-bone construct. Believing if he cannot truly be there, he may as well send that which best represents him.

Juggling the splinter consciousnesses is a task that Lloyle has become increasingly comfortable with, able to control two Breathing Shadow in addition to his original body. These constructs also function as a sort of phylactery; his soul being drawn to the nearest Breathing Shadow should his 'true' body be stricken down. There are no immediate flaws (aside from the fact that only one wields Wither and carries the Mask Fragment) that give away a Breathing Shadow, given that they all wear the same garb and carry (usually) the same sort of equipment (each of these iterations carry a Void Font).

It is uncertain how such things are created and maintained, but Lloyle's fragments are capable of utilizing the same abilities with similar proficiency as the original; save for this skill.

Biography: ???

Moonscratch Chronicle; Cycle One

Glad to hear it. Also, if you haven't hashed out a way to get us all together within the first little while, I may have an idea on how to do so.

@rush99999

I don't have anything, yet. T_T

I'd love to hear what you've got in mind.

Also, the OOC is up!

Edit: I'm taking a break for a minute, on doing things. I'll probably be lurking around, though. ^_^

Moonscratch Chronicle; Cycle One

Hello! I'm Crumbs, as you may know. Thanks for sticking with me, if you're here from the Interest Check. If you're new to the whole concept; I'd like to give you a warm welcome and let you know that, while I intend for this to be a small-group affair, you may always apply to join. (feel free to send me a PM or post in the OOC section, here) Those of you who are coming with me from the Interest Check, a lot of this will look familiar to you. I'm going to be compiling a lot of information into this post (new, when it's new and some old stuff) and running this thread in much the same manner as I did the precursor. Below is another flavor intro. (read the first one, if you haven't...if you want to) After that will be some information...then some more stuff, said by me.

Two of One

Yet again, do I occupy this space.

She drifted through the nothingness that had become her home, immobile but spread throughout the undulating darkness; wrapped in thoughts born of un-being. It was she, the nameless Origin that had given rise to all things in Aedrasil. She who had given rise to treacherous and spiteful Strife, who now called himself Kanys. She had kissed the lips of each living thing as it was lulled into slumber, long before Steig had been a construct of the machine's desire, and danced with their minds in realms far beyond that which could sustain their corporeal bodies. Yet, they would never know her. She had given herself wholly to all that existed, but would never be anything more than an empty space; sporadically existing when celestial convenience so dictated.

As it must be. Emptiness is my only form, the only fashion in which I can express myself. It is the only way in which I am known.

Origin had come to understand, since she had last spoken to the void, very little that she did not already know. Yet, there was a difference in her purr. Something that had not been stirred within the confines of Eternity in an incalculable moment. Hope laced the words of the nameless, broken everything-and-nothing. It was not forbidden to her to hope. Little had been forbidden to her, since her birth, save certain bits of knowledge pertaining to the machine and moments where ignorance of events in motion were forced into her mind. Something felt different, Origin knew. The blank spaces she had filled in long ago, those that had become the emptiness that she was, were now coming into focus. Where umbrage swam and mingled before, colors now ate and regurgitated one another. No scene that would be sensible to mortal eyes formed in their less-than-lucid movements, but the nameless one could understand that her absent eyes were being drawn to Delad, once more.

Is it not too soon for the Darkness in Delad to allow me this vision?

A question for herself, for the machine; for the order of all things. There was no answer, of course, as an answer could not exist within Eternity while it held form. Something had shifted within the machine, within the scheme of all things. She was being given a small window to peer, again, into the world of mortals. Muted elation filled Origin as she became fixated on the formless menagerie of colors, reaching out with all of herself to find those who had caught her attention before. For a fleeting moment, she found them...strange, shapeless wisps of smoke that presented themselves to her; their forms filling in as she recalled having made them in eons long gone.

Somewhere in the roiling darkness of Eternity, a smile formed on a face that did not exist. Hope filled Origin, hope that Aedrasil could avoid the fate that it had suffered so many times; that these wisps of smoke could undo what she could not.

Hope, however, is not without danger, Origin sadly whispered to beings that would never hear her voice, That you exist is a danger, in its self. That I can see you is a greater threat. My shadow...Kanys...something is amiss...

As she worried, she came undone; the small figures of smoke and all the small colors of Eternity coming undone with her. This was nothing unusual. Sinking from clarity, back to black and then to a deeper absence...Origin curled in on herself, nursing hopes for a new future in a silence more uncertain than that which inevitably awaited her.

Terms

Origin; While omnipotent, the Origin is a limited and perpetually broken incarnation of the will of an even higher power. When she 'exists', she has the capacity to observe all events occurring within the mundane realms; albeit with some restrictions, once certain events begin. Often, Origin is drawn to observing certain individuals or objects. She is not worshiped, directly, on Aedrasil; but is represented in some capacity through the facets of the Order Sequential.

-Order Sequential; Name for the pantheon, not commonly used by mortals. Includes Kanys, Belme, Ashtus, Gnara and Stieg. Called such because of their power structure. Kanys, being eldest, has more influence and authority than his lesser brother Stieg. All religions possess at least some representation of the Order Sequential; even if the details differ in their origins, structure or function.

Kanys- Embodiment of Strife, Kanys is the name taken by Origin's foil. Created by the necessity of balance in whimsy, Strife was brought into being in the 'moment' after Origin's first words echoed through the void. His first act was to slay Origin and scatter her pieces into Aedrasil. Mortals, through the years, tell the story not as one of vicious murder, but loving creations. While a war-like god, most mortals see him as the first god and thus attribute to him the qualities of a creator. Often, it is paraphrased that "Kanys reached out and grabbed the Light, breaking it to pieces, scattering them on the heavenly tapestry to allow we small creatures to see. The largest piece, Luna, the night-sun, was a piece of the Light he gifted to Darkness; a pearl in which to gather all of our weakness...all of our sins..."

He is usually portrayed as a man clad in armor. His worshipers are varied.

Many do not know that Kanys was defeated, after being forced into a mortal form, aside from the Order Sequential; nor do they know that Kanys' mask was sundered and scattered across Aedrasil.

Belme- Mistress of Sky, Belme is a goddess of wind, healing and the movement of celestial bodies. She is said to be generous, but tempestuous in her humors. Usually portrayed as a beautiful woman with long, flowing hair. Her followers are physicians, healers and those who travel the sea.

Ashtus- Eye of Magic, Ashtus is a being said to exist within all mortal creatures; composing part of the force that animates them. It is usually depicted by a sphere, or in the case of anthropomorphism a man wearing a cowl and robe with a featureless face. Those who give praise to Ashtus are Mages and nomads.

Gnara- Keeper of Seasons, Gnara holds dominion over the wild expanses of Aedrasil. Where Ashtus flows through all things, Gnara is seen to be the force behind their perpetuation; and is usually seen as a fertility goddess. Depicted as a voluptuous woman, clad in a wreathe of leaves about her waist. Her followers are varied.

Stieg- Silence of Slumber, Stieg is dreams, death and prophecy. Said to impart dreams to mortals, while he himself is in constant slumber; reaching out to pull away the life granted to them without much in the way of thought, sending them throughout the void to be sorted by the rest of the Order Sequential. Stieg is considered to be less interested in the affairs of mortals and is depicted as a sleeping serpent, coiled around its self. Few actively worship Stieg, but he is often given mention in ceremonies involving death.

Moonscratch; When Kanys placed Origin's heart in the midnight sky, he placed upon it a curse...and a curse on all those who would ever be touched by its Light. Those who have an exceptional soul will find themselves Moonscratched, one day, nearly without a doubt. What constitutes an exceptional soul, no one has been able to truly pinpoint. Despite the vagaries, the reality of the Moonscratch is quite grim. First, a scar appears on the Scratched; deep and purple, spreading slowly outward. When next Luna's full embrace falls upon them, they will be wracked with pain; a parallel, inverted existence being pulled from them...and made flesh before their eyes. Usually, the shadow-self will speak...mocking the weaknesses of its former host, prodding at them before moving in to attack.

If one should fall to their shadow-selves, they will lose control; becoming a shadow in their own mind as the victor does as it wishes with the host's former body. This possession lasts until the next full moon, when another duel will take place between the two; the shadow-self forced out and the host given control once more. However, once the shadow-self has taken over the original it begins attempting to absorb the host's soul. If the host succumbs, the shadow-self will usually set about its own vile goals.

The Lunar Festival, despite its seemingly cheery activities is an event that precedes the ritualistic suicide of countless Moonscratched. Usually, those who attend the Festival to meet their end have made the choice to do so. Some, who are considered dangerous, are occasionally executed.

Delad; The largest nation on the largest continent on Aedrasil, Delad has prospered where other cultures and structures of power have failed. This is largely due in part to the Deladish way of acceptance, bred into the land its self long before the first non-natives arrived. Delad is headed by a Vaunted Council, which handles matters by matter of debate, discussion and then voting. There is no standing army in Delad, as the Vaunted Council tends to utilize the Guilds when storms of war stir on the horizon. Vaald serves as its capital.


-Tantas; The largest continent on Aedrasil. Has widely varying climates and environments. Largely dominated by Delad. Some unclaimed territories lie to the northwest and far south. Somewhat shaped like a hand, albeit missing a thumb.

-Vaunted Council; Composed of two elected representatives from each race, the Vaunted Council is a forum of debate that forms the ruling body of Delad. They meet regularly in the Resplendent Court to discuss the ebb and flow of Deladish politics.

-Vaald; Capital city of Delad and by far the most populous and expansive metropolis in the nation. Populated by countless Guilds. Situated in the center of Tantas, many roads lead to and from Vaald.

Unusual Races

Ewori; Created, originally, by Ragar the Mad, the Ewori were once a race of slaves; sent forth from Gnara's Locks in the far north down into a young Delad. Succubi, they are, or were, in the simplest terms. That was long ago, however, and Ragar has long since fallen from his high tower and disappeared from the mundane plane. As such, modern Ewori are less vicious (and voracious) than their ancestors and function much as any other Deladish race would; having representatives on the Vaunted Council.

All Ewori are women and only give birth to other Ewori. They appear as a human woman would, albeit with vestigal bat-like wings (that they often decorate) and a keen beauty about them, otherwise. The Ewori, being (originally) magically created creatures, have an inclination to become Mages or other magically inclined Classes.

Uquii; A Deladish blanket-name given to the abandoned Half-Fey who appear within the Republic's borders. The Uquii do not have representation on the Vaunted Council, directly, but are allowed to vote for either of their lineage's delegates. Uquii are a widely varied bunch, given their possible parentage, and do not have much of a reputation within Delad; aside from generally being bringers of mischief and raucous revelers. They have no favored Classes, or particular magic inclination; aside from what their Fey blood imparts.

Llangeli; The remnants of a space-faring militant fleet that came screaming into Aedrasil three years ago, the Llangeli find themselves stranded on foreign, uncertain soil. While they appear as human as the natives (when outside of their Environmental Protection Encapsulation System, which is, to simply say, an enclosed bodysuit), these extraplanars find themselves at odds with their very surroundings; if not directly in conflict with the local peoples. They have made a habit of "harvesting" local life for the magic found within it, in an attempt to utilize what they see as a new resource...as a means of escape or a means of conquering, but also as a means for survival. As such, those who have remained loyal to the Llangeli Armada tend to treat all the races of Aedrasil with equal disdain; seeing them as little more than bags of potential. With their advanced weaponry, some of which is kept in good repair, it is no trouble for them to overrun a small or even middling settlement without their being time for reaction.

Not all of the Llangeli approve of this methodology, however; and believe that proffering their technological prowess to heal and cure is much more civil than using a Valravn Frame to set fire to an Elven Nest. Of course, the Llangeli do not speak any of the native tongues with ease; and rely, assuming they have not had prolonged interaction and sufficient chance to learn, (this is moreso applicable to the deserters, who do not usually capture and torture native life as a means of learning) on their Universal Language Application. The deserters are treated with contempt, if Loyalists happen across them; though there are occasions where particularly useful personnel will be reclaimed.

As foreign entities in this reality...it seems that the Moonscratch has a deeper effect on the Llangeli as it would on others. They do not possess a shadow self, but instead the Moonscratch begins rapidly spreading throughout their body; causing horrific mutations that eventually consume the afflicted Llangeli, transmogrifying them into an abomination. The Llangeli Loyalists are, in part, harvesting local life in an attempt to better understand this new affliction...though their efforts have yet proven fruitless.

Encounters with the Llangeli Loyalists have placed a heavy distrust on the Llangeli Deserters, though there is still the Deladish way of acceptance; which usually affords strays (if they can prove themselves trustworthy) a chance at integrating themselves slowly into a society that may well need their ingenuity. Llangeli have no magical inclination, and suffer strange effects from Aedrasil's more esoteric aspects. As such, have differing Classes than most native races. Soldier, Scientist, Engineer and Pilot are the most common.

Iath- The Iath, while widespread, are non-indigenous to Tantas. Aside from a slight advantage in height and strength over average humans, they possess no particular inherent attributes; perhaps aside from a longevity that is something of a trademark to the race (living close to 300 years, in favorable conditions). The Iath are most easily known by their ears and tail, which are decidedly feline; as well as the yellowish coloration of their irises.

This is something new for me, as you may know from the Interest Check; the idea of a high-fantasy story. As such, I'm going to do my best to make it an entertaining experience for everyone involved. I want everyone to have fun and be creative. There are very little limitations as to what you can and can not be within the Moonscratch Chronicle, and cooperation/collaboration among those who've come here is highly encouraged. (by yours truly) All standard races and Classes are welcome, and I love it when people come up with their own ideas. Just run it by me, first, please.

With that said, I do have certain expectations of those who want to be involved with this (potentially massive) project. We're only on Cycle One, which will serve as an introduction to the world (meaning we'll be making up a lot of stuff, during this period) and our main cast of characters.

Here are my expectations;

•Two paragraphs per post, per character you control; at the minimum.

•Play nice. I don't like OOC drama. If you have a problem, please be civil about it.

•If you're going to be absent, or don't plan on posting for a time...please let everyone know so we can either work around it/have an ETA for your post in mind.

•Given how things have gone, I am now placing a limit on the time allotted to players' posts. Right now, it sits at five days before we move along. The above expectation is still in effect, mind you; so this is not an absolute. If there's something going on in your life, make sure to let me know (via message or PM) so we can avoid the same issue happening again.

•Have fun and be creative! Seriously, don't hold back!

Below is a Character Sheet Skeleton.

Character Sheet Skeleton

Name: This one is pretty straightforward.

Age: Some races live longer than others, and develop at different rates; so keep that in mind if you're making a particularly long-lived character.

Race: There are myriad races that inhabit Aedrasil, ranging from the commonplace to the outright bizarre. Which are you?

Gender: Also pretty straightfoward.

Affiliation: What Guild or group you belong to, if any.

Appearance: You can use an image (illustrations preferred), or write out a couple of paragraphs about what your character looks like.

Personality: Fairly easy.

Class: This one is tricky, but somewhat simplistic. A Class is what defines the capabilities of your character. If you're using a standard Class, there won't be a lot to say, here; but you're welcome to spice things up and create your own...so long as it fits. If you're going custom, give us a little bit of insight as to what your Class is all about.

Equipment: What good is an adventurer without gear? Put all your stuff in a nice little list, here. I'm limiting people to two magical items, of medium potency in the beginning. Mind you, that's the maximum...and I'll be looking over this stuff pretty closely; so try not to give yourself too much of an edge.

Abilities: This is where things get a little rocky. Abilities are defined by both Class and Race (allowing for two Racial Abilities), composing the repertoire of your character's combat prowess beyond simply swinging a sword or staff. Drawbacks to your race will also be listed, here.

Biography: I'll only make you put about three paragraphs into this, if you choose to do it. I know a lot of Tantas and Delad its self is unmapped, so feel free to make up locations and the like. Make sure it makes sense.

That's it, for now, folks! I'll be getting Isyph's Character Sheet up soon, in case anyone needs a 'guideline' on what one of these things should kinda look like. Feel free to expand on the Character Sheet Skeleton, if you would like. I'll go through and comb out any errors I've made, in time.

Thanks for reading!

XOXO
Crumbs

Edits

1) Changed phrasing to make Bio optional.
2) Added a posting time-limit to my expectations/rules.

Moonscratch Chronicle; Cycle One

I've started work on the OOC. The Character Sheet Skeleton is going to take me the longest. Already got the second flavor intro completed and the information from this thread organized; as well as a snazzy little bit where I talk! It should all be done sometime tonight...so long as I don't get lazy or distracted.

Just thought I'd let everyone know!

Moonscratch Chronicle; Cycle One

update: Is there a general tone we'll be having for the setting when we start? Like is it slice of life like? dark?

Is there things we shouldn't post? Like blood, mature themes, sexy time? There is talk of mass suicide via shadowself. How far can we go to describe things like that?

Oh and do we start near each other for one reason or another?

@potatochipgolem

Thanks for the approval! I do my best~

The tone in the beginning is intended to be a bit more lighthearted than what it will eventually evolve into. "Slice of life-like" would be the best phrasing I can think of immediately, but that depends on how everyone wants to act; the tone should be relatively cheery, given the Enlistment drive and Lunar Festival being underway, so a lot of activity and a lot of people going about their (currently) jovial business. I plan to pick up roughly two hours before the sun sets, giving people time to have situated themselves after what I mentioned in the flavor intro.

I don't have any restrictions on what you can get into, aside from sex (which I think is prohibited by site rules? I'm not entirely sure on that, so someone lemme know; or I'll go poke around for myself) which can be a "fade to black" kind of scenario (that's not saying you can't color in a bit of the 'romance' leading up to it). If you really wanna play it out, I think it would be best for actual sex scenes to be taken to PM (assuming the other party is comfortable with doing so). I actually enjoy a good, gory scene; if it's written well.

That's always a problem for me, to be honest; is getting everyone in the group together in a way that would be sensible. My initial idea for this would be for Isyph to be rejected from the Guilds she's thusfar applied to (given the time lapse from the flavor intro allowing for her to fill out the necessary paperwork) and, much chagrined, decides to make her own Guild (The Starless Partners) and begins acting as a Recruiter. There are other possibilities. I'm very open to suggestions in this vein of discussion.

Mind you, we don't all have to start within earshot of one another, but I don't think it would be much fun to have someone stuck out of the "group loop", out there talking to themselves. So it'd be best if we can hash out a way to get them all together within the first little while.

Edit: Hey! Honor among Thieves (and an Illusionist) is totally a thing! True, Isyph likes to steal; but she doesn't steal from friends. It'll be interesting to see how all that plays out, though, hahaha.

I'll probably be playing a handful of characters, (four, right now, in my head) so it may not be all on the wrong side of the law. Lol ^^

Secondary Edit: As a note, just because I said that the tone of the story will darken as we progress; that doesn't mean we have to be confined solely to the grimdark, at all times.