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Chronicles Of Enduwin ~ Mature Fantasy RP

Nantafiria said
I've been thinking a bit and then came to the conclusion that Enduwin would be Malthus' ideal world. The highest possible population of the world right now? X many people, so sayeth the sand, qed. Easy.

Never a question I had to consider. I would say I don't know. Maybe in the millions?

Veridis Quo said
I've read the overview story. Is this land still a chunk of rock floating in space, circled by water, or is it an actual planet with planet-like qualities?

Could be either. Depending on whether or not you believe the story of Enduwin's creation.

Compendium Of Enduwin

Characters & Factions

Farrgorm

Overview:
The Farrgorm, also called Far and Farrg, are a tall dark skinned species native to the south-western lands of Enduwin. A typical male stands at around six foot tall and females can reach heights as great as seven. Skin tones vary from dark blue to grey and pitch black, depending on the geographical lineage of the individual. Differences in facial features between genders are minimal other than the more protruding jaw of the male and the noticeably pointed ears of the females. As a whole, the Farrgorm are a species that values brain over brawn but there are nonetheless countless exceptions to this rule, despite their somewhat frail nature in comparison to other species such as the dwarves or centaurs. The average lifespan of a Farrgorm is approximately 89 human years, or fifteen Awth-gnúth. The Awth-gnúth is a biological transition which every Farrg goes through roughly every six human years. Over their lives, the cells of the Farrg deteriorate at a much greater rate than those of humans, dwarves or elves. After this six year period, they have reached senility and Awth-gnúth is a three week long process in which cellular regeneration occurs throughout the body very rapidly. Afterwards, the individual will be returned to a condition relatively close to their physical prime. The average times that a single Farrg can do this is 15, hence the expected lifespan. Actual numbers fluctuate between 12 and 17 depending on lifestyle and socio-economic factors. There have been recorded incidents as high as 20. A Farrg going through less than 10 Awth-gnúth is rare enough that it is almost always due to death caused by disease or injury.
Species Traits:
• Rebirth-Regression; The Farrg’s unique biological process and evolution is both a gift and a curse. Each will reach and live through, hopefully, six peaks of physical health and fitness. This period usually lasts for about two and a half human years of the six between each Awth-gnúth. This means the average time a Farrg spends at peak condition is roughly 35-40 human years. However, conversely, they’ll will spend the other 45-50 in a senile state. Essentially there is no ‘middle-age’ within the species and ‘youth’ is a concept only ever associated with 1st cycles.

• Brain Over Brawn; Even shortly after Awth-gnúth, a Farrg is no physical match for a human, let alone a centaur. However, they do obtain impressive intellect and are known to be competent magic users, when the rare circumstance of a true mage being born amongst them does occur. Their biology means they don’t have one youth of experience and one old-age of refelction; they can have over a dozen of each. Thus, after several Awth-gnúth have been undergone they show an unheard of combination of wisdom, ability and enthusiasm. The change can be as much a psychological one as it is physical, and regression through the different inherent mentalities eventually leads to a moulding of the two.

Speciality:
Master Traders; The Farrg are experts when it comes to manipulating the rudimentary economic systems found in the various states across Enduwin. Whether as snake oil salesmen, legitimate goods traders, deceptive merchants or honest tradesmen, the Farrg are known far beyond the bounds of their native Enduwin for their ability to turn a profit.

Government type:

Military:

Economy:

Religion:
The religion major of Enduwin, Nonatheoism, is best described as neo-pantheistic-agnosticism. Everyone knows the tales of the Nonatheon and pays great heed to them but, within everyday life, criticism and analysis of the stories and theories are welcomed. To the Farrgorm their deities have tangible form, communication with Neyav has been recorded and Ifreann is truly thought to exist beneath Enduwin. The criticism comes in the form of explaining these phenomenon, and the deities themselves through theory and postulation based on a mix of science, magic and theology. One of the core beliefs is that the Nine conclusively exist but their nature and status as gods is debatable. There exists churches dedicated both to individual god(ess)s and the Pantheon as a whole. These churches are all overseen by a central organisation known as the Shapayl. Over 98% of Farrg are members of the Shapayl and one’s stature within the organisation is of great importance socially, especially in political terms.

Society:

Ideology:

Shankee

Essential Information
Name/Aliases: Shankee Finscayl : The Storyteller : Old man shank

Sex: Male

Race: Farrgorm

Age: 2nd Stage of 17th Awth-Gnuth (Approx: 99 in human years)

Appearance: Shankee stands at just under seven foot tall. In his 1st stages he strides comfortably and hold his height with a stout gait. However, in his 2nd stages, akin to senility in humans, he relies on a birch walking staff to help him hold himself up. His skin is a dark grey shade, appearing almost black at night only been revealed for its true tone when Solas’ light strikes it at dawn. His skin is fractured and wrinkled in places, especially his brow, which has as many crags as the Olc.
Shankee tends to don a robe of similar colour to his skin, a dirty grey, when he ventures outside. Beneath this he wears soft leather garments that he considers both comfortable and practical. Farrgs’ hair doesn’t deteriorate the same as a humans and his light brown locks offer contrast to the rest of his rather drab appearance. The storyteller’s eyes are deep set within their sockets, yellow in hue and with more than a twinkle of knowledge.

Personality: Currently, as in all his 2nd states, Shankee keeps to himself for the most part, in his humble two storey shack on the foot of the Olcs’ eastern slope, right on the border between the Plains and DuFair. He is by no means an introvert, in fact he most enjoys company and welcomes almost any visitors into his home. However, he is quite eccentric and radical which tends to mean people don’t bother him that much. About once a week he will greet a traveller, either someone looking for refuge or someone who had specifically pilgrimaged to hear word from the storyteller himself.
In his 1st stages the Farrg sets out across Enduwin in search of more lore, more stories and tomes in order to increase his knowledge of the Gods, the origins of Enduwin and the faith of the land he inhabits.

History: Shankee Finscayl was born to average parents in an average town of average Farrgorm in the Zephyr Plains. The second son of three, Shankee was raised in a happy home if somewhat simple home. His father was older than his mother by a couple human years, meaning he would pass into new stages and new Awth-Gnuths many months before his mother. Both of his brothers were born closer in synch with their father’s cycle but Shankee’s was only a few weeks apart from his mothers. The synching of cycles tends to dictate associations and connections within Farrgorm society; those in 1st stages are more likely to share mind-sets and interests with others in the same stage. Although this becomes a much less prominent concept in later Awth-Gnuths, for the first few it is very crucial to the development of young Farrg. Thus, much of Shankee’s youth was spent with his mother. She taught him the arts of reading and writing, and importance and meaning behind them. In his first 2nd stage he quickly became a fluid weaver of tales, factual and fictional. Shankee had a talent for taking information and turning it into art, the very essence of early story tellers. His mother recognised his talents and discussed it with his father. It was his father who suggested that Shankee be given the chance to let his talents prosper.

They were a family of menial labourers, but nonetheless, Shankee’s mother, father and older brother Lloire, all pitched together to pay for Shankee’s tutelage in the local branch of the Bard’s Guild. Shankee was nervous at the prospect of leaving his family behind but equally excited at the idea of getting out of the life he thought had been laid before him. His apprehension quickly diminished when his studies began in earnest. He was afforded a monthly visit home, which at first was a highlight of his months, but quickly became less and less meaningful to him.

At the Guild, Shankee learned of and how to use two other talents he was born with; music and magic. He was a mean lute player, and found the ability to wield some potent magic. Shankee cared little for magical pursuits, and instead gravitate towards his music and his historical knowledge. It wasn’t long before his music and tale weaving were earning him enough of an income to pay for his own tutelage. Three years after he first enrolled, entering his third Awth-Gnuth, he graduated as a fully chartered Bard of the Hullis Bard’s Guild. Returning home, Shankee brought several slivers of pure silver that he had been paid for a commission with, and gave them, along with his lute to his family as repayment for their encouragement and financial support. Shankee apologised for not having visited in nearly a year, and then informed them he was leaving again, likely for good.

Very little information exists about Shankee’s life since then up to the point, twenty one years ago, that he settled in his current abode. In the years that proceeded he quickly gained a significant renown across the plains for being an invaluable source of information, a wise man of sage advice and a beautiful story teller. He seems to not work, or request any payment for his services yet his home is always full of food, complete with a hearty fire. Now he spends in 1st cycles wandering the plains meeting new people, and gathering information and his 2nd cycles in his home resting and relaxing.

Optional Information
Equipment: A six foot birch staff with a gnarled top that smothers a pristine jet jewel.
A simple wooden lute.
A satchel with various writing implements and paper.
His favourite travelling hat.

Faction: Regarded as a Master of the Bard’s Guild. However, the guild has faded recently as has Shankee’s association with it.

Marital Status: Unknown.

Magic: Many people claim to have seen him perform various simple tricks.

Bawzel

WIP
Essential Information
Name/Aliases: Bawzel – Gurtha Skapa (Famine-Bringer) – Lord Of the Underkeep

Sex: Whilst there is no way of determining the Necromancer’s gender, its gait and stature, along with rumours and tradition have led to it being referred to, almost unanimously, as ‘he.’

Race: Another piece of information which is currently indiscernible is of what kin the Necromancer was descended from in life. It is for certain that even when he had a pulse he was a magically potent entity and thus many rumours abound stating he is in fact one of a variety of recently deceased mages or wizards, real or fraudulent.
Ignoring these rumours and only factoring in empirical evidence, it can be assumed he was of the tall races; elf, man, Farrg or the ilk. He was most definitely not a small being in life, as now, in his current state he stands at just over eight feet tall.

Age: Guessing the age of being when it met its end are futile and silly. However, estimating how long it will live for now is a major concern. Most are resigned to the fact that if it raised itself from death once that it can do so again, making it, to the horrorīi of all those in Enduwin, immortal.

Appearance: Like every aspect of the Necromancer, his exact appearance is difficult to ascertain. His form especially so, as those who have been unfortunate enough to gaze upon don’t tend to have an opportunity to speak of it. There are however, as always, some scraps of information abounding as regards to its appearance. Mostly fettered gazes from afar more than eye witness accounts, the claims spread like wildfire. The fact that many of the rumours seem relatively close in what they describe adds significant credence. He is taller than any man by far, and possibly even larger than any Farrg or elf either. His figure is only ever seen shrouded in a multitude of layers of dark cloaks and trailing garments. His face is said to be made of black bone, with little to no skin remaining. Treads of unbound flesh trail from his scalp and head, several feet in length. Two venomous pits of malcontent and malevolence burn a deep red where eyes should be. Metal gauntlets cover his hands and lower arms, daggers where fingers should be. One particular popular account states that it appears to ‘leak’ disdain in tangible form from its body.

An artistic impression created by Jorge Hammentrot, renowned traveller, craftsman and painter


Personality: Discussing the personality of the Necromancer is an especially problematic issue. The only ones who have any kind of verbal contact with Bawzel are those who lead his forces. Orc warchiefs, elven princes and a few human lords. All in all, less than a dozen beings have stood before Bawzel and walked away alive, and all of them were in direct servitude of him either before or after said encounters.

Thus, it is quite difficult to ascertain what kind of psyche the Necromancer has other than a cruel, vindictive and malicious one. It is clear that he has sociopathic tendencies and seems to even revel in the death of others and the destruction and misery which he is responsible for spreading. However, based on the raid targets, efficiency of his forces and ability to stay almost completely hidden for the most part, it can be established that the Necromancer is also a highly intelligent individual. What is extremely unclear is whether it has any primary motives or if it is simply operating out of anarchist madness.

History: It is known that at some previous point in time, the Necromancer wasn’t the Necromancer. That is to say Bawzel was someone other than Bawzel before becoming Bawzel. There are many rumours but no clear indication as to who this previous person was. It is however, evident that it was a being of potent magical energy. It is also assumed that even before becoming Bawzel, this person was a dastardly individual. The previous being died and was cast to Ifreann, deemed by the Nanotheon to have been far too vile to enter Neyav. It is from Ifreann that this previous entity achieved the impossible and for the first time since time began, managed to return to Enduwin.

In his current form, the Necromancer has been on Enduwin for less than a year. Albeit this is a short space of time in the grand scheme of things, every second spent under the tyranny of Bawzel is one to be dreaded. His campaign against the virtuous peoples of Enduwin began when he emerged atop the highest peak of the Olc Cairn and almost immediately found praise and worship directed at him from bands of orcs, hailing him as the An Láv Dúv or, ‘The Hand of Dúv’. It was with this initial influence that lead Bawzel to spreading his grasp across all of the Olc within several weeks. The orcs of Vish’Kar have yet to join the many lesser warbands that now follow the Famine. Spreading south, Bawzel tightened his poisonous clutches around the arrogant High Elves of the Southern DuFair/Northern Zephyr Plains border region. The eleven princes and magistrates were promised wealth and more land, and crumpled under Bawzel’s seductive allure.

To the North of the Olc dozens of small human settlements offered their services to the Famine Spreader, pre-emptively saving themselves through cowardice and evil.
All manner of sellswords, coinblades and mercenaries are flocking to the Olc. There is gold to be got and blood to be spilt.
The raids have been going strong for seven weeks and two days now. Bawzel’s forces strike towns in the Woods, DuFair and the Plains; taking supplies and raw materials, burning houses and slaughtering any in their way. The raids mostly seem concerned with gathering resources, most likely to fuel the construction of the Underkeep.

Optional Information
Equipment: N/A

Faction: N/A

Marital Status:

Magic: Assumedly Arcane; that said, Bawzel’s power is quite disturbing. Not only does it seem to be of a higher degree than anything previously heard of, if Bawzel’s nature is true, and he is indeed a Necromancer who raised himself it means one of two equally worrying things; either Bawzel can actually create life or is capable of existing outside of the life/magic ecosystem. Both are daunting and troubling thoughts which currently haunt the dreams of numerous elders, mages and scholars across Enduwin who are trying in vain to unravel the tangled secrets of the Lord Of The Underkeep.

Skills: Raising the dead, yo.

Chronicles Of Enduwin ~ Fantasy RP ~ Roleplay Thread

Chronicles Of Enduwin Chapter 1: The Adventure Begins.




The breeze blowing was a subtle one. It was noticeable but tickled Shankee's skin in a delicate way, like a soft touch. It caught the smoke spiraling from his pipe and whisked it away into the coming twilight. The chair Shankee sat in was an ornate rocking one built from the trunks of trees felled not to far away, in DuFair. The chair sat on a small outcrop of rock outside of Shankee's hut, and the storyteller himself in turn sat upon the chair. It was a calm evening, only a few flaky clouds dotted the sky. Sitting forward in the chair slightly, Shankee reached into the pouch that was on his lap. Reaching his spindly fingers in, he removed a clump of Eel Bane and lightly dropped it into the top of his pipe.

Shifting in his seat, Shankee groaned lightly. Puffing on his pipe he noticed something which hadn't been there a moment ago. A faint flickering light seemed to be hovering before him, about ten metres from where he sat. His right hand slid from where it was on the arm of the seat to grasp the staff that had been laying against the chair also.
"Damn wisps." He grumbled to himself.
"Always at this time of the year, same thing again and again. Hungry little ba..."
Shankee's words and movement both stopped dead in their tracks. What had been a single glowing orb was now several dozen orbs slowing shifting and somehow solidifying into a more corporeal form. Shankee raised the pipe, which had remained in his hand the entire time, and took a long steady drag. The light began to fade leaving an undeniably humanoid shape in its wake. The figure seemed to hover somewhat in the air. The strange individual took a step forward and the light vanished, revealing her.
Before Shankee now stood a naked woman, much taller than Shankee himself. Much of her body was wrapped lightly in vines and moss, and the ground seemed to rise to meet here feet.

"No." Muttered Shankee. He had spent enough time buried in books and learned enough tales to know who and what this was.
"I am.." Boomed the woman's voice.
"No. " stated Shankee again, interrupting her mid-sentence.
"Naduir." He finished her sentence for her.
She seemed taken aback. Presented before him was a Goddess, one of the nine embodiments of Enduwin itself and yet Shankee seemed nonchalant, even irritated.
"I know why you are here." He said.
The Goddess smiled softly at him. The Farrg were a fond creation of hers. Also, no mortal had ever reacted like this to her presence. It was quite amusing.
"Ha ha!" She giggled.
"Is it so little storyteller? Then do tell, tell me my own story." She laughed.
Shankee grumbled a little, unsure if the Goddess was mocking him or not.
"You want me to do something. You're going to proclaim some great evil is besetting us and what not. Then beseech me to be an honorable being and stop it."
"Indeed." Naduir stated, perturbed by the mortal's attitude.
"And knowing what I know I'm going to guess it's to do with this necromancer who's the talk of half the world right now."
"You really are a clever little mortal aren't you!" Naduir said, only half jokingly
"Well I'm assuming that's why you chose me."

Taking the longest drag yet, Shankee stuffed his pipe back into one of his many pockets and turned his back to the goddess. He began walking back towards the chair.
"Where are you going storyteller?" Questioned Naduir.
Stopping at the shack's door Shankee spoke over his shoulder.
"I am old. I am going to need to get my things first."
Naduir smiled, feeling they had chosen well.
"Go the centre of the Plains Of Origin." Naduir stuttered as she felt her vestige in the world wand.
"You must lead them in..." Suddenly, the Goddess's grip on Enduwin slipped and she was to Neyav once more.
Emerging from the shack a few minutes later, Shankee looked around. Then he gazed up at the night sky. Laughing very softly to himself, he thought 'finally, a story for the storyteller.'

Chronicles Of Enduwin ~ Fantasy RP ~ Roleplay Thread

Go team! Here's the official RP thread.

Note: We will always be open to new characters.

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Yes it's here again. Fourth time attempting this concept after 2 success and a recent failure. Really wanting to get this going here on NeoGuildus.

So what I'm thinking here is the usual; a big bad, a group of people attempting to stop said big bad. However, I'd like to tackle things in a more mature fashion. Themes of death, love, sex, poverty, racism and others will be included. It may seem like standard fantasy fair but I'm aiming for the same tone as the Witcher setting. Anyone interested?

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The limited formatting features, meaning a lack of things like coloring, font, size etc make all this info harder to lay out and organize. I'll do my best for now but once the forum is fully functional again I'll be sprucing up this post and any further information.
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Compendium Of Enduwin
Only post here once you're character(s)/faction(s) are accepted.

Enduwin Magic Box Communication System.

Much appreciation to Titania for the map!

Origin Story

Gather round, weary travelers and hear the tale of a land called Enduwin. Aeons old and full of power, Enduwin is a land worth telling of.
Long ago, before the first fires of man or elf, Enduwin was ignited. From nothing, sparked something. A vast sprawling plain of land surrounded on all sides by nothingness; still. In the centre of nothingness, creation had been created.

In the beginning, the land was small. Enduwin was ne'er more than a patch of rolling plains adrift in the void. Yet, Enduwin had more than just a physical identity. Most of what Enduwin was took a far more concentrated from. Nine great beings walked on Enduwin in the time before time, each a part of the world itself. These nine Gods were the true identity of Enduwin for each contained an equal part of the world's essence.

In their youth, these deities were happy to frolic on Enduwin and experiment with the great sway they held over the land. They learned what they could accomplish and sought knowledge from each other, forming bonds and discovering the nature of their existence and their bond to the land. Each learned that by committing a part of themselves to the land that the land grew, it evolved and become more exuberant and diverse.

Farriga was the first to ascend, discontent with the void of nothingness' constant encroachment on their everlasting joy of existence. Farriga was a headstrong creature, a powerful mother figure among the first nine. She committed herself to protecting Enduwin and began to transfer her essence to its borders to protect it. Great swathes of ocean were born with each piece of herself that Farriga gave. Thus, the Encircling Ocean was formed, forever to protect Enduwin from the void.
The other Deities knew that Farriga would soon give up all that remained of herself and nothing could keep her on Enduwin. Only at the depths of their search for something to save their beloved mother, did Solas and Dúv have the inspiration necessary. They concluded to build a new plane of existence, separate to Enduwin and enable Farriga to exist there after she had committed herself to Enduwin. The brothers disagreed on its construction and set about creating it before each other. The result was two new planes, Neyav, created as a beacon of light by Solas, and Ifreann, a land of silence and shadow created by Dúv. Both believed their creation to be the best place for their mother.
The others, however, believed Neyav was more suitable and this is where Farriga was sent as she passed from Enduwin. Dúv accepted the decision but, became isolated and distant from his siblings.

Now safer than ever, the deities began to really test their power. Trayig was the next to leave this plane of existence as he gave himself to the land. He had had a brilliant idea, but would not have been able to undertake the task himself. Naduir, his sweet sister, promised to experiment with his idea after his passing. Trayig's commitment to the land left behind vast tracks of sand and earth. From this divine land, Naduir moulded the first animal and breathed life into. Nature had been born.
The others immediately became interested in this new creation, this fascinating thing which reacted so vividly to their actions. All began shaping creatures from Trayig's precious remains, and Naduir birthed them all with life. Dúv was the only one who didn't create, he only destroyed. Dúv thought it was a disrespect, these creatures shouldn't walk the land created for them or the land created by them. No amount of coercion or testimony could convince the darkest god otherwise.

The others become aware that passing on to Neyav and observing life would be best. From there they could watch and learn, and be together, with all their former power. It was agreed that each of the seven who remained would create as many types of life as they could before they would pass on, by committing themselves to Enduwin. Dúv refused to create but received another request from the others instead. They asked their brother, as a way of reparation, to allow life that passed from Enduwin to move onto Ifreann. Dúv was delighted, this life would pass, and it would finally give his Ifreann a purpose and leave Enduwin free and pure.

Deceit is not something that is synonyms with deities but the others had lied to Dúv. They had not informed him that Naduir's passing would commit her gift to Enduwin itself and that life would now create life.
Jungles, forests, tundra, mountains and volcanoes. Enduwin had doubled in size time and time again with each passing of the first nine. Only Dúv remained. He remained to oversee the fall of life. However, it was not long before the treachery of this siblings was discovered. Life was being created anew constantly, and Ifreann didn't house the passed dead, it housed those not deemed honourable enough to join his siblings in Neyav. Dúv was furious, he had been betrayed deeper than he thought imaginable and life was going to pay for it.

Rage. Chaos. Destruction. They all rained down upon Enduwin and its inhabitants. Distraught, the others knew Dúv would render Enduwin a wasteland as long as it meant it was empty. Something had to be done, and it was, for the second time, Farriga, who saved Enduwin from ensuing demise. Farriga passed from Neyav into the void. It was not possible to construct another plain, and Farriga knew this. She left herself to the vast nothingness in order to allow her children to temporarily transit back to Enduwin.
Without haste Dúv's siblings apprehended him and locked him away. They couldn't force him to commit himself to Enduwin and so they constructed a prison in Ifreann for him where he would dwell for all eternity. Built from a portion of all their essences, Dúv could never escape.
Content, the others returned to Neyav, leaving Enduwin for the last time.

Life was free to develop, evolve and prosper, eventually leading to the pinnacle of these adaptive processes, the Farrgorm, Man, Elf, Goblin and the vast variety of life that now treads Enduwin.

Pantheon Of Nine

Farriga

Farriga

Farriga is regarded as the All-mother of Enduwin. While each deity was made equal, Farriga assumed a motherly and caring position for them all. She made the first ultimate sacrifice and committed herself to protecting Enduwin. She now resides as much in the oceans as she does in Neyav, beyond the thought of most who now roam Enduwin. She is the embodiment of nurturing and healing, and is treasured amongst clerics and field doctors specifically.

Naduir

Naduir

The Goddess of Enduwin’s life and nature, Naduir is the progenitor of all life on Enduwin. It is her gift which allows a little bit of divine essence to linger in what are the remains of her brother. Life wasn't her idea, but it was her doing. She is the Nine which has the deepest connection to life and is the one whom observes it with the most tentative gaze.

Lasair

Lasair

God of Fire and rejuvenation, Lasair is the most powerful of the Gods, from a raw power point. Responsible for gifting Awth-gnúth and War to life he is revered by travelling merchants and soldiers especially. Lasair believed conflict was a natural part of evolution and progress. The God of flames was the only one brave enough to forge land in the encircling ocean. While the others spread the coasts of Enduwin, Lasair travelled far out across his All Mother, and with some of Trayig's remains forge a new land in fire. Much smaller than Enduwin, Bolecawn, provided a place of solitude for the god to think his own thoughts when needed. The island of fire, is still there today. A towering rock of volcanic activity. Lasair left much of his essence to life.

Gweeha

Gweeha

Gweeha is the meditator among the other deities. When arguments arise, her subtle airs and graces calm the situation. Capable of the softest of breezes and the strongest of storms. Along with Lasair, Gweeha left much of her essence with the life of Enduwin and its magic users. The goddess of wind still carved large tracts of land. Immensely flat land, where the whispers of her winds are still heard.

Solas

Solas

Solas is considered by most to be the All Father of Enduwin. While initially no different to any of the others. Solas established himself as a firm leader and knowledgeable consult. His saving of Farriga cemented his position as head of the group. Like The All-Mother, the All Father committed himself more to the void than to Enduwin itself. Enough of him resides in Neyav for him to function but most of him hangs in the void about Enduwin, casting brilliant light upon his beloved land for as long as possible. Every day however, Solas needs to rest and as he does plunges the land below into darkness until he rises again. Of all the deities, he is the one most guilt ridden by what happened with Dúv.

Dúv

Dúv

The betrayed and the betrayer. Known by many names, Dúv is most likely the most known of all deities, because he is the most feared. Children are told cautionary tales of being locked in Dúv's Tower at the heart of Ifreann if they don't do what their told. Realistically, most people believe that if they lead a bad life, the Ifreann is where they will end up. Dúv himself is immobile locked at the pinnacle of the tower. His mind races, delirious from aeons of isolation and self-torture. Loathing and spite fume from the locked God. At the base of the tower many of the denizens of Ifreann have constructed a town and a port. Many attempt to sail across the Sea of Death, thinking it is the Encircling Ocean and will carry them back to Enduwin. Many others worship the God that they now conclusively know exists, and are locked away with.

Tintrayach

Tintrayach

Tintrayach is one of the lesser known Gods. This is rather ironic, considering he is one of the most active in Enduwin. Only a small portion of Tintrayach passed to Neyav, most remained in the skies of Enduwin, controlling and manipulating the climate to keep things stable. For this, his siblings passed some of their essence onto him. One of his most known activities in stirring up storms in the Encircling Ocean to deter any pirate ships travelling too close to Enduwin, and preventing mistaken travelers from venturing too far out to open sea.

Oiyaer

Oiyaer

Oiyaer, is probably one of the most respected deities in everyday life. High in the northern reaches of Enduwin, boreal forest gives way to sweeping tundra and at the end of these white vistas is a solid wall of ice. Oiyaer is the Goddess of ice and snow and the Gatekeeper. Beyond the wall, the impassable barrier made of her essence lies the way to Neyav. Only ice separates the two planes of existence but the wall is a kilometre in height, scraping the sky. This unbreakable curtain, The Gate, has attracted more settlement than one would think a barren tundra would beckon.

Trayig

Trayig

Trayig, is much like Farriga, in that no clear indication remains of what he may have looked like. The god of the Desert, Trayig is the spring of all life, the well form which nature sprung. Life was his idea. Without his entire commitment to Enduwin, life would not have been created the way it was nor diversified into the multitude of species seen today. His essence lives on in every life that exists in Enduwin. Only a small portion of the great god remains in Neyav. A desert is all the remains of the initial sand which Trayig committed to life.

Geography

Map

The Plains of Origin: White

Plains Of Origin

Considered some of the most holy ground in Enduwin, to the faithful, The Plains of Origin are the original mass of Enduwin. There is little undulation in these grasslands and other than the desert they are the flattest part of Enduwin. The Plains have often served as a battle ground where tribes and nations from across Enduwin would meet in conflict. Despite the history of bloodshed, the Plains of Origin are still revered by many and are a symbol of the Pantheon to the legions of adherents.

Foraiysh Woods: Light Green

Foraiysh Woods

These woods are most of what Naduir left to Enduwin. The thick tree brush makes up much of central and mid-east Enduwin. Within these forests lies a bountiful variety of life. The woods are becoming a source of fuel and material as great nations rise up in Enduwin. Although certainly not in danger of disappearing, the woods are slowly shrinking.

DuFair: Dark Green

DuFair

Although technically a part of the woods. DuFair is a distinct region in itself. As part of Naduir's essence it is rich in vegetation. The land gets its distinction as being the only region of land that was committed to by Farriga before the Encircling Ocean. Lasair also had a hand in this region's creation. This mix of Deities causes the thickest vegetation growth in all of Enduwin. Intense heat coupled with torrential downpours promotes growth of towering trees and ensnaring vines. Only the most adaptable live is to be found in the depths of DuFair.

Encircling Ocean: Dark Blue

Encircling Ocean

The great protector, the never ending mistress of water. The Encircling Ocean is Farriga made corporal. Waters lap gently on the shores of Enduwin but further out to sea, the waters are ferocious. Great waves and relentless swell represent Farriga's endless battle with the void. Tintrayach causes minor storms closer to land to deter any would be explorers getting caught up in this monumental struggle.

Fuaere: Light Blue

Fuaere

Fuaere marks the boundary of greenery and ice. The southern parts have more foliage than snow whereas further north, the trees are scattered. Fuaere is said to be where Solas rests at night. During the long hours of darkness, a multicoloured luminescence appears in the skies above Fuaere. This phenomenon is said to be Solas recovering and gathering strength to bring the coming day. Fuaere features a larger variety of life than one would expect in a boreal climate.

Uacteir Balla: Blue

Uacteir Balla

Home of Oiyaer and the Gate, the frozen wasteland of Uacteir Balla is the least densely populated area of Enduwin. The area however, is the modern site of most pilgrimage. The Gate is the divide between Enduwin and Neyav, between mortal and God. Uacteir Balla is home to only a few scattered towns and cities which are built vertically up upon breaks in the ice.

Zephyr Plains: Orange

Zephyr Plains

Vast tracts of land carved out by Gweeha. These blank lands had sand and grass carried from the south and north, respectively by their creator. A mix of tall grasses and sandy soil, these plains take their name from the breeze of Gweeha which still blows there today, continually. While climatically nearly as hot DuFair and The Soul, Zephyr is much cooler thanks to this breeze. Wildlife here is ruthless, an exhibition of eat or be eaten.

Trayig's Soul: Brown

The Soul

The Soul was a once flat uniform layer of pure sand. Over millennia and use it has worn down, not least by the creation of life. Often referred to as the Cradle, even those non-believers agree that this is where life began. Stretching from the equator to the souther coast, Trayig's Soul is still a large part of Enduwin's landscape. It is lower set than much of Enduwin and the surrounding savannahs and forests feature steep inclines into the desert. Large outcrops of rock are now exposed, due to the erosion and use of soul sand.

Ju'ra: Purple

Ju’ra

Said to mean 'tear' in an ancient dialect, Ju'ra is the name given to the collection of islands off the West coast of Enduwin. Formed from the weeping of Tintrayach as Dúv was locked away. The storm god was upset at what things had come to pass and how one their own had acted so foul. The islands are inhabited today, and feature some of the rarest resources in Enduwin.

Bolecawn: Red

Bolecawn

Known to many simply as the island of fire, Bolecawn is dotted with several active volcanoes. The climate itself isn't overtly hot but the presence of the volcanoes, secondary vents and geysers certainly make the island feel like a furnace. Treacherous to say the least, only the most hardened explorers venture to Lasair's haven. Often, though, those that do take the risk, are rewarded with the rich mineral deposits that the island has to offer.

Olc Cairn - The Black Mountains: Black

Olc Cairn

A mark of pure rage left on the land. The Olc Cairn, the black mountains, are the only thing which Dúv left behind. As the betrayer was banished to Ifreann he rent the land around him and heaved it up at his siblings. Scarring the land, Dúv's work remained as the other deities left. These mountains are the most inhospitable part of Enduwin, a physical representation of hate. Devoid of soil and with almost no flat land, Olc Cairn is a permanent mark on the face Enduwin. Still, that hasn't stopped some settling there.

On The Topic Of Magic

Arcania For The Mundane by Gregarious Fogs said
When quizzed on the matter of magic, most people will respond with some wish-wash such as 'Lucas down the square can make vegetables grow bigger'. When pressed further they will usually, most of them, not the dim ones mind, get to crux of the matter, the actual question. And they'll answer, they'll act as if I'm an idiot for asking such a seemingly obvious question. The sand of course I'm told! Yet when I ask how, what, when all I'm told is to quiet myself. It's the sand of Trayig.

However, in the past two decades of my life I have devoted countless hours, all of them in fact, to getting a deeper understanding of magic, not least of which my own. Indeed, as the common folk proclaim, it is the sand of Trayig. Or rather it was. The magical ability displayed by living beings is as a result of the original beings having been made out the very essence of the god. They were imbued with great power, sharing the power of Trayig. However, that power hasn't grown in the untold years since. Nor has it itself waned. Yet, with each successive generation, with more members of a race, the amount of magic in a single member of the race is diluted. The same power that the first men had still exists today but is spread across all men. Importantly too, the spread is not even. Best described like the waves of the ocean lapping on the shores of the Soul itself, the pattern of the distribution of magic seems to have crests and troughs, but mostly a calm steadiness.

In my own studies I have accounted for a thousand people. Nine hundred and seventy two of these displayed what I am terming 'mundane' ability. Simple things often mistakable for parlor tricks seem to be in the repertoire of most people even if they don't know or need to use them.

Of the remaining twenty eight that I have examined, twenty three exhibited well above average ability. Basic pyromancy, cloaking, water walking and enchantment were all easily accessible by these individuals. Interestingly, all of these individuals had also at some stage connected with another deity other than Trayig. They certainly were not the servants of the gods or even know to them that much. They had just reached out or been reached by a deity, by one of a vast variety of methods it seems. It usually an accidental connection due to the sand acting as a conduit. Whether they would have been as powerful without this or the new connection simply enhanced the power they had from Trayig remains unclear. I have as of yet found no correlation between heritage and magic and it would seem the continued distribution is random, or else the pattern is too large for me to understand with only a thousand subjects from a single time.

The five left unaccounted for provided some very troubling information. It would seem that these five, from the thousand, were completely devoid of any magical ability, innate, latent or otherwise. These people exhibited severe learning issues and primal behavior. Two of them, after the study, became completely unhinged.

The conclusion I have drawn from this is very very worrying. Life is magic. We only have life because of magic and when we are born we inherit a piece of that magic. It would seem that the continued dilution of sand has lead to individuals being born without any magic at all and thus almost no connection to life. The worrying part is that populations are constantly increasing and the dilution is continuing. It may be hundreds if not thousands of years, but it seems it is only a matter of time before magic starts to die and along with it, life.

Gregarious Fogs was murdered shortly after writing this, the introduction to his life's work, for being a nosey busy body who asked too many questions.

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Character Sheet

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Personality:
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Optional Information
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These are just the sheets I came up with. If there's other things you want to include or a different format you wish to use then feel free.

Accepted Players
Frozen Ecstasy
Kiddo
New Sun
Callthecops
Inspector Gadget
Chrononaut

Awaiting Characters/Updates
Sicarius
awesomerpg

Player Achievements

Only accomplished achievements will be shown here, the full list will remain undisclosed so as to not influence how you RP and so that getting an achievement is a nice surprise.

Awww friends. Awww friends, friends, post friends. ~ Kiddo and NewSun
Create the first collaborative post of the RP.

Why so serious? ~ Kiddo: 'What The Ifreann?!
Make the GM laugh whilst reading a post.

Inception ~ Frozen Ecstasy
See the complete list of achievements.

Thirsty Work ~ Zran
Be the first to suggest visiting a tavern or any means otherwise of providing alcoholic beverages to the party.

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Kiddo said
Also they apparently protect this world from SPACE PIRATES, so that's a good thing!

Space pirates and space monsters.

Also, again, things with the gods are deliberately open to interpretation. It's no fun if I Just tell you what's what.

Veridis Quo said
I haven't read through the main post yet, or any of the accepted characters.Is there already someone playing as a paladin/crusader/knight type of person?

You're more than welcome aboard :)

awesomerpg said
Name/Aliases: FaramirSex:MaleRace:ElvinAge: 18Appearance: Fair skinned. Sharp blue eyes. Blonde.Personality: Serious. Analytical. Cold.History:Trained to be an archer since birth. Has traveled as a mercenary since.Optional InformationEquipment: Bow. Slave equipment. Chains, cuffs, whip, etc.Faction (If any):None.Marital Status: Owns a female slave.Magic (Mundane or Arcane): ArcaneSkills: Archery, limited sword skill, fire magic.Faction/Organization SheetEssential InformationName: N/ALocation: N/APurpose: N/AHistory: N/AOptional Information Key Members: Advantages:Disadvantages: Ranks:Rules/Laws:

I always appreciate people wanting to join my RPs.
But I have to play the stickler here; it's in the advanced section as those are the standards I want so you're going to need to bulk out the CS. Also I don't think just taking the name of a main character from LOTR is a good idea.
Don't let this discourage you, you're still more than welcome to join.

@Everyone Could everyone who has had a CS or faction approved, PM the sheets to me so as I can put them all together in a depository.

New instructions! The uncompleted format coding means that it would be quite a massive effort for me to collect all the CSs in a single post. Essentially I'd have to reformat everything you send to me. So new/better idea. Each person put up a single post in the Compendium Of Enduwin and include all of your sheets in that post. Nothing else will go there except sheets.

Here is the Roleplay thread, first IC post and all!

This way for adventure!

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Yes! Best take on goblins I've seen for Enduwin. Very nicely worked in.

NewSun said
Also, Darkmatter, I don't know if the new guild lets you do anything like this yet, but I think we may benefit from putting all the CS' and Faction Sheets in the OP somehow just to keep track of it all?EDIT: Or a separate thread in the character sheets forum, and link to it in the OP and your Sig?EDIT: Or maybe even 2 separate threads! One for Characters and one for Factions. Juuust so our minds don't kersplode.

I usually put together a Compendium with a post for characters, a post for factions and a post for story updates,
I'll place it in the gallery so as it won't be clogged with posts and link in the OP of both the IC and OCC.

I'm pretty decent at the whole GMing thing yano

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Awesome.
So progress was made today on my two other sheets.
I can tell you guys are eager to get going so I'll do my best to get the ball rolling over the weekend.

On the note of religion. There a number of people who acknowledge the 'gods', it;s pretty hard to deny them being there, but don't consider them actual gods. Theories vary from powerful mages, to demigods, to something altogether different. Other even consider them liars or usurpers. It's intentionally ambiguous.

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FrozenEcstasy said
Kill me as a Roleplayer or kill my character? 0-0If you want me to talk to you in PMs about it I'd be more than glad.I'm trying to keep my character as far away from OP as possible. Yet I do want him to be a big asset. Just not like.... Ugh. Can't talk about this here without ruining the surprise for everyone QQ

I'm just saying that I won't be making it easy for you guys. Where would be the fun in that?

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FrozenEcstasy said
Seems like it. But my character's magic currently isn't any more than Chrono's. When his curse is lifted it will sky rocket though, but by then I assume we'll be amidst major conflict.

If/when it does shoot up, expect me as GM to try to kill you

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Callthecops said
I thought the issue with magic dwindling had more to do with size of the race, (shorter lived races have to reproduce in greater numbers) which is very small in comparison with one like humans. If humans have enough magic to produce a single wizard with generation after generation of having such an enormous population (I assume there are a great deal more than 1 thousand humans out there), I think it makes sense for the Keeper's magic to be strong. By keeping their population low since their origins I figure they accidentally preserved their magic in a way very few other races did. If the lore dictates low magic I'd have to blow up the population of the race, at which point they would no longer make sense as an obscure race of monks.As for my playing style, it is safe to assume I'm not going to an ass. My character is essentially a monk, and will act accordingly: no murder-death-killing his way out of every problem, and even in combat he is forced to either be reserved, or risk dying."Interestingly, all of these individuals had also at some stage connected with another deity other than Trayig." -Gregarious Fogs^This is all I'm referring to with the god connection thing, taking the 'All' literally.

You're actually right here mostly. I misinterpreted how you presented it initially. See I assume that short life span equates to high pop and vice versa, but of course it is the actual population figures through the generations which would have dictated the distilling.
Good call.

Just play the character fairly and I am sure you will :)

So we now have three overtly magical characters in the party?
Mine, Frozen's and Cop's?