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Small Town of Wizards and Witches!

Arden

_{Unexpected entrances.}

Arden's feet pounded heavily on the hard wet cold stone pavement, protected only by a thin layer of worn tattered leather soles. The merciless icy winds rushing over his bare numb skin and roaring in his pointy ears as he frantically tore through the stormy dark streets with a desperate urgency. Yet still, despite his nimble agility and best efforts he couldn't seem to escape the angry droning echo of hostile shouts as they continued to chase him.

A sudden flash of light was followed by a surprising warmth that danced dangerously close to Arden's shoulder as an unexpected fireball narrowly missed him. It continued to travel further down the alleyway only to explode into a brilliant and blazing wall of fire blocking the path ahead of him.

Although still some distance away Arden could feel the heat radiating from the magical flames. This was the cost of his gamble. Sure the reward would be better but the stakes were defiantly higher and the odds not in his favour. This is why no one robbed the magic store.

Hurling the bag of stolen goods over his shoulder Arden quickly decided on a new path and took to the wall at his side. Scaling it with ease he was soon on the roof tops as his pursuers reached the ground beneath him. Another flash lit the sky, this time Arden didn't stick around to see what happened. With the next rooftop in site he took a mighty run up and lept.

'CRASH!' Arden was shocked as the second roof gave way beneath him and he came crashing down hard in an explosion of wood, tiles and debris. It took a moment to regain his senses, another to realise he rolled his ankle, a third to notice his stolen belongings were now scattered around or buried in the rubble.

Those chasing him would now be close, but he couldn't run. He frantically tried to gather his things but all that was in reach was a dusty letter. It caught his eye only because it had his name upon it. His real name. His full infernal Tiefling name.

As heads popped up around the opening in the roof, dark ominous shadows silhouetted against an eerie nights sky, ready to descend upon their helpless deserving prey. A new flash of light filled the room beneath them and the thief was gone!

An injured, dizzy and confused Arden suddenly found himself beneath a beautiful blue sky. Sitting on the soft luscious grass of a pleasant green field. Flower garden's aside and a tall old building ahead. There were a couple of people near him and two a bit further away. They seemed to be waiting expectantly.
Arden stuttered as he tried to find words for the situation and then quickly decided on remaining silent, for a moment at least.
"Where am I?" he finally asks.

Small Town of Wizards and Witches!

@Avemelle Night :)

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@Draconis@timelord1101@Lunar

While Alex disappeared down the hallway, Clay and the stranger carried Fenna to a spare room where he helped lay her on a vacant bed, ensuring she was on her side.
Clay nodded to the stranger in thanks and offered out his hand in greeting as he introduced himself. "Clay" He simply stated. "Thanks.
It was then Alex came in with the supplies giving him an accusatory glare to match her tone. Clay rebuttals seeming offended. "WHAT? The lass can't handle her booze and it's my fault? he snaps back as he takes the supplies, avoiding any mention of the poison.

Placing the bucket and bottles of water beside Fenna Clay then put a wet towel on her forehead before removing her weapons, pocketing the pistol in his belt and leaving the others on the floor.

Clay would kill someone in a fair fight, maybe even an unfair one if the deserved it, then again if the price was right. But he was hardly the man that would kill a woman just because, never mind by such a way of poison. He excused himself from the room using the excuse of 'work' while he instead went and searched for the doctor.

He would never admit it but during his scuffle with this huntress she aided him greatly, maybe even saved his life. Now, in his attempts to jest and remain cold and hard, he might of accidentally killed her.

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@Dark Light

Sorry I was in or tho surgery Monday. Lost the spirit.

@Song Book

That's alright, hope everything's ok!

The New World - OOC IS UP

Half half orcs. (1/4 orcs) and goblins living in a harsh desert.
Varaleth

WIP

Name:
Varaleth

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Demonym: El'garth

Description: The El'garth are exotic, tribal barbarians.
Restless free spirited, sensual and wild in nature. Each one individually proud, competitive, curious and stubborn.
They are nomadic people who value song, dance, stories and riddles, even going as far enough to use them in trade.
Despite this there is no great library or hordes of books, their minimalistic primal herding lifestyle and aptitude to travel leaves them not wishing the burden of carrying many items. Memory, interpretation and flair add to the value of a story passed on.
Unwritten stories always hold greater value.

Through this passion they have a maintained a strong rooted belief in and attachment to the 'old ways'. They are superstitious, ritualistic and spiritual.

They have an affinity towards animals and the weather. Animals their main source of food and lively hood, a respected inspiration to many of their stories.
While the weather is seen as a sign from a greater power and they live at the mercy of it.

Government: The land is full of separate individual tribes, the tribe that holds the Bazzar rules the land.

Economy: Tribes pay tribute, some in loyalty to the leading clan, others to the church in superstitious belief. Either way it ensures favour and a place of sanctuary if ever required.

Religion: The El'garth of Varaleth believe in the spirits of animals, and that the ancient and powerful ones control the elements. This is how their stories go.

Geography: The land of Varaleth is a vast hot dry arid desert, tormented by fierce winds and sand storms.
Bodies of water scare and edible vegetation even rarer. There are few animals that are suited to such an environment and even fewer plants, but like the El'garth, those that have adapted have adapted well.

Population: 2,500,000

Demogrphics:

• 60% Blooded
  The main species of the land are humans with faint orcish lineage and traits. Some stronger and more prominent then others. Tough smooth olive skin with some bearing a faint motley of orange or yellow patches. They are slightly taller and more physically adept then the average human.
• 25% Goblins Goblins are goblins. Little conniving scavengers that stick together in small groups and hang around heavy population areas.
• 9% Ogres At about 10ft tall and full of muscle ogres are old and ancient. They are simple beings and often prefer to be left alone. They have been known to briefly mingle with long standing clans for an exchange of services.
• 5% Other it is rare but other creatures from Albion occasionally find them self in Varaleth for one reason or another. Curiosity, outlaws. The strong make their own way while the week survive as slaves or future food.
• 1% Ogre Shaman The deadliest of all Varaleth's creatures. Ogre Shaman appear different from a standard Ogre but have the ability to shape shift at will. They can commune with nature and all of its beasts.

Noteable locations:

• The great Bazzar
  In the center of the desert. Right in the heart of the sand, lays the oldest and most prolific sturdy structure in all of Varaleth.
  Built to house a population far greater than it has seen in many years. The Great Bazzar is far wider than it is tall, being quite a low built city with much rooms hidden beneath the earth.
  The towering walls that surrounds it blends perfectly into the floating sands. Beyond the sheer walls is an intricate and complex maze that stretches for miles.
• The bone pit

Noteable people:

• (king)
• (Head of church)
• (Ogre Mage)
• (Famous merchant)

Institutions:

• Shadow dancers
  An organisation of female only assassins raised beneath the temple of bones. They are fast, agile and nimble. Extremely deadly they are personally selected by and for the church. Supposably selected at birth for their midnight black skin, truthfully they undergo a long process to dye their skin. Never seeing the light of day growing up beneath the temple they only operate in the cover of night in which they can see perfectly. It is believed that they cannot speak and instead communicate through body language. The cost of practising long lost and forbidden arts.
• Sage circle

Military:

• Army Small, each tribe has their own warriors which are mostly just hunters, herders and shamans capable of battle. The Bazzar has an Army that protects the king and the church but it is only of a size large enough to fend off multiple clans.
• Navy Non existent.
• Other Nature is their ally when it comes to defending their near inhospitable land. As Well, dangerous creatures and Ogres are often hostile to intruders.

Other:

3str
Animal kinship and use
Bazzar defence
Environment adjustment
-Sand/wind, eyes
-Heat, skin and feet
-Water retention and stomach adjustment

2weaknesses
Cold
Superstitious

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Clay was just about to chuckle proudly to himself until Fenna began to fall.
He knew the drink would make her dizzy and a bit ill but he wasn't expecting her to completely pass out. Darting around the bar he comes to kneel at her side. He checked for a heart beat and breath as his worried face expressed his guilt. Unsure what to do he looks up to the nearest patron, @Draconis "Give me a hand getting her to a room." he quickly ask, lacking any manners in his rush as he begins to pick up the drunk Fenna. @Timelord1101 "Alex, could you grab a bucket, towel and some water?" Clay tries to think ahead as to what Fenna will need. What she really needs is to get up that poisoned alcohol.
Clay began to worry that he had gone to far, or used the wrong ointment.
Maybe it had gone bad. Why did he even care if he killed a hunter though? His head was racing with thoughts. He decided that one of the early things he would do is remove the huntress's weapons just in case.

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@Lunar
Lol I'll post now!

Revenant: A Sci-Fi Adventure (Always Accepting!)

@Xandrya
Maybe we will squeeze that convo in as a past event.
Maybe even complete it in PM then add it to an old post.
It keeps us free to move on.
Thoughts?

The New World - OOC IS UP

@Cyclone dibs on the central desert,

Rolls

Territory Size:
6. Your nation sprawls across Albion as it dominates the map with its sheer size. But the dog's bark is louder than its bite; there simply aren't enough people to exploit all of your land and its resources

Agriculture:
1. Your people don't farm much, probably a result of having land of poor quality.

Small Town of Wizards and Witches!

<Snipped quote by Dark Light>

I'm sort of confused about your magic... do you mind putting more emphasis on it? It sounds sort of scary :< Like what your magic can do? Can it freeze things? Melt things? KILL PEOPLE?! Jk. But yeah-- if you just fix your magic you'll be accepted! ^^

@Avemelle

It's from an old 'encyclopaedia arcana' addition to dnd.
It 'can' do a lot, quite versatile. But I know how to level play.
It will mostly be little energy bolts, small temporary creations and short dizzying teleportation.

Nothing OP ;)