Dead Cruiser

Overlord : Advent of the Gods

"Well, I appreciate you all taking me in." Sean said to the other players as the finale battle died down, "If other members of my old guild had been on, we could have given you quite a show."

He joined the loose throng of players as he descended from the sky on his flying mount, which was only a simple summon of a shadow-beast in that vaguely resembled a small dragon. In the sparring battle that had just taken place, Sean had used his character's multitude of advanced summoning abilities to create something of a PvE scenario for the players that desired it. He stepped off of his mount, unsummoning the creature when his feet were on the ground, and stepped into the crowd.

The avatar of his character, Azoth_Baal, was quite unique, and Sean had spent a great deal of time working on it so that it met his preferences. Interestingly, rather than having the dusky skin and amber eyes of a typical Dark Elf, he had managed to give his character an albino appearance, with bleached skin and hair, and eyes a malevolent blood red.

Sean got a whisper message notification, and checked his UI to see who it was from. The notification's source was listed as "Stormsorrow," the name of the chaotic runeblade that hung at his hip. A very rare and highly-scripted item, it sometimes "spoke" to Sean though whisper messages, meant to represent the cursed blade talking into his character's mind. Usually these messages were tied to certain bosses, global events, or were just generic messages put on a timer.

He checked the message, which stated, "The wheel turns, and the cycle begins anew. Those who sit beyond the veil watch eagerly, as this world draws its last breath. This is not the end, but the beginning of their great work."

Sean was quite amused by this. It seemed that the devs had put in a little message to coincide with the server shutdown. Given how rare these runeblade items were, Sean was probably one of a bare handful that actually got to experience this sort of message. He savored it quietly, adding it to a long list of good memories spent with YGGDRASIL.

Servants of the Dark Lord

Probably worth sending a round of notifs to the couple folks that poked their head in here and in the IntC.

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Zoa

Name: "Red" Zoa, Son of Zod

Race: Pure Orc; a cousin-race to Man that while larger, stronger and more brutish, can generally pass as human without close inspection. The Ahvul-Orc are the last remaining tribe of Orcs free of corruption, and as a result, memory has faded among the civilized races of what Orcs once were. In modern days the Ahvul-Orc are considered either monstrous humans, half-giants, or some crossbreed of Men and Beastmen.

Nationality/Nation description: The Ahvul-Orc, or the Children of Orc, are a barbarous tribe of nomads that wanders though the wastes of Nagath. The last Orcish tribe to remain free of corruption since the rise of Daigon, numbering some five-thousand strong, they pride themselves on the purity of their blood and their adherence to the near-forgotten ways of their people. They refuse to consort with demons and other monstrosities, and frequently battle against rival tribes of Beastmen and "fallen" Orcs. Hunter-gatherers by nature, they carve out a harsh existence in Nagath, guided by their ancient laws and traditions that keep them strong and free of taint. While they put little value on art or philosophy, preferring usefulness to the tribe or glory and plunder in battle, they maintain a strong oral tradition and are deeply spiritual, maintaining a shaman caste that dutifully records bloodlines and matches mates to keep them free of inbreeding. Considered capricious by civilized folk, the Ahvul-Orc are as likely to attempt trade with outlanders and Marcher Lords as they are to raid and pillage them.

Occupation: An exile from his tribe, Zoa makes do as a hunter, bandit, or mercenary, depending on where he finds himself.

Religion: The mythology of the Ahvul-Orc is extensive and complex, as it dates back to before the rise of Daigon. They revere an entity itself known as Orc, their messianic god-ancestor. A spirit of youth, rebellion, and cleansing flame, in legends Orc rises when his children have greatest need of him, to break the chains that bind them and free them from enslavement and stagnation. A monstrous, bestial figure, he is described as equal parts as a wolf, lion, viper, or dragon, depending on the story, but he always bears the Red Fire of Orc. His archenemy is the leper-god Rizen, a rotting carcass that embodies law and enslavement, who seeks to keep the Children of Orc in bondage. However, the crux of their mythology is that whenever Rizen is overthrown, Orc will eventually grow old and corrupt and take his place, and Orc must arise anew to overcome him in an endless cycle of revolution.

Appearance: Mighty even among the Ahvul-Orc, Zoa stands tall enough that a common human's eyes are about level with his chest, and he weighs as much as a grown bear. His build is that of thick, corded muscle, hard-won from surviving in the inhospitable wastes of Nagath. His skin is a swarthy brown, and much of him is covered in a virile coat of coarse body hair. His features are brutish and primitive by human standards, with a broad, flat nose, a wide forehead and heavy brow, deep-set yellow-tinged eyes, a thick, ruddy beard, and exaggerated eye teeth that resemble primate fangs. Zoa's most striking feature is his mane of crimson-red hair, which cascades from his scalp like a wreath of flame.

Personality: Zoa's personality has been shaped by his upbringing, both as a survivor of Nagath and a member of the enigmatic Ahvul-Orc. Pragmatic and direct, Zoa is normally very open about his thoughts and feelings, though he understands the value of both civility and misdirection. Honor has its own place, but that place is very rarely on the battlefield. While he lacks education as civilized folk would understand it, he possesses a sharp, animal cunning, as well as a deep well of tribal wisdom. Surviving purely on his own strength comes naturally to him, but he appreciates loyal and reliable comrades greatly. He finds finery and other such products of civilization distasteful, but he has developed an appreciation for the food and liquor of the civilized peoples, and can prove a mirthful and rambunctious fellow when in high spirits. However, he also holds great sorrow in his heart, as he misses his tribe and was greatly wounded by the betrayal of his father.

Biography: Born the firstborn son of the king of the Ahvul-Orc (a dark and brooding warrior known as Zod, Son of Los), Zoa was a prince among his people. He was born hearty and strong, with a shock of red hair that stood out as an omen of good fortune among his people: touched by the Fires of Orc. Mysterious circumstances surrounded his birth, as while the Ahvul-Orc do not marry, parents typically raise a child together until their offspring can hunt for their own meals. Rather, Zod raised the boy by himself, as his mother was nowhere to be found. No women among the Ahvul-Orc claimed to have birthed Zoa, nor had ever seen Zod with a mate. Even so, the might of their king and the good fortune that the boy represented were enough to quell the doubts these mysteries created, and Zoa grew up to be loved and admired among the tribe.

Mightier even still than his father, who was one of the greatest hunters and warriors in recent memory, Zoa's ascension to king of the Ahvul-Orc was greatly anticipated among their people. It would be a long way off, as their law held that when the old king became too weak to rule, his own son would slay him in an honorable duel and take his title. Such was their way, and Zoa had no grief over the matter, but Zod fretted over growing old and losing his strength. Not yet a man among his people's laws, Zoa was already called by them "Red Zoa," for his mane of crimson and the blood of prey and enemies he spilled.

The Trials of Flame, the right of passage for the Ahvul-Orc into adulthood, went smoothly for Zoa as he came of age. He raced, wrestled, slew great beasts, and performed great feats of endurance. When the time came for him to receive the ritual branding on his chest that marked him as a man, however, something was amiss. The hot iron did not sear his flesh as it did the others. Wary of this, the shaman elders tried to burn him with a torch, but to no avail. The fire did not so much as singe his hair, much less burn him. Knowing that this could lead to the truth behind his son's birth being revealed, Zod accused his own son of consorting with demons for such unnatural power, and had him exiled from the tribe. While much of the tribe was suspicious of this, their confusion and fear was enough for them to agree with their king's decree. Shocked and dejected, Zoa had little choice but to pack his few belongings and leave.

Since then, Zoa has wandered the wastes seeking the truth behind the reason that fire will not harm him. He hopes that if he can find the truth, of himself or of his father's dark secrets, he may return to the Ahvul-Orc and resume his rightful place as king.

Equipment: Greatly self-sufficient, Zoa carries little beyond his barest necessities. He wears simple leathers that only just cover his massive body, and prefers thick-soled sandals to boots. The black fur of a monstrous hell-bear typically hangs from his shoulders, or is slept on as a bedroll. A waterskin large enough to drown a lesser man hangs on his hip, and a broadsword looted from the corpse of a Justinian knight hangs at the other. He wears beaded necklaces of bone, obsidian and other fetishes, and a dagger carved from the fang of some vicious beast dangles on his chest like a medallion.

Whether it is a curse or a blessing, Zoa is marked by the Fires of Orc, and the flame in his soul burns brighter than any earthly one. As a result, heat and fire cannot harm him, as his hide will not burn and he feels no discomfort from even the hottest blaze.

Skills: Having survived for his entire life in Nagath, Zoa is an excellent survivalist and hunter, able to track beasts with ease and last for weeks on end in the wilds, completely alone. He is a ferocious warrior, skilled in wielding swords, axes, clubs and shortbows, and is adept in wrestling as well. His strength is truly horrific, able to crush a man's skull in his bare hands, and is matched by his seemingly endless endurance and tolerance for pain. In less physical matters, he is well-versed in his people's legends and myths, speaks a number of languages gathered over his travels, and has extensive practical knowledge of many types of flora and fauna throughout Nagath.

Motivation: Above all else, Zoa seeks answers. He wishes to uncover the truth behind his birth, the Fires of Orc, and his father's secrets that forced him to cast him into exile.

Servants of the Dark Lord

@Milkman You'll want to have a look at my character, Zoa, another barbarian that hits quite a few of the notes you've mentioned.

Overlord : Advent of the Gods

Azoth

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Sean Wiseman

A G E

24

G E N D E R

Male

B I O

Always one with esoteric hobbies, Sean had a fascination with mythology and literature, which he pursued has a hobby for much of his life. A writer and an actor as well, he was considered by many to have a great flair for the dramatic. In his university courses, he undertook a major in English Literature, and a minor in Drama, falling very well in line with others' perceptions of him. To exercise his creativity and relieve stress amidst his studies, he took up playing YGGDRASIL with his friends, who together formed a roleplaying guild on their server. Though some dedicated efforts, they were able to rise to a fairly reputable position within the servers, helped no doubt by their playing mostly in the twilight of the game's existence. Even so, their guild was in the top 500 list globally, and they had amassed a fair collection of rare and powerful items, as well as a meticulously designed guild hall.

However, guild drama eventually tore them apart, and Sean quit the game to focus on his studies. Sometime after graduation, as it was announced that the game would be shutting down, Sean joined onto a random server and guild to partake in the final-day festivities. Though his character was quite unusual compared to the others, he was none the less accepted with the spirit of good will and camaraderie. However, now that they have transitioned in the New World, one must wonder how he will be accepted, both by the other players and the new world's inhabitants.

T H E A V A T A R

N A M E

Azoth Baal

R A C E

Dark Elf
Human-type

G E N D E R

Male

L E V E L

100

A L I G N M E N T

-300
Evil

C L A S S

Warlock
Void Priest
Chaos Sorcerer
Hexblade
Lord of Chaos
Chaoskampf
etc

F I G H T I N G S T Y L E

Azoth is a diversely-skilled DPS character, who also boasts a number of potent crowd control abilities. While not specced for PVP, he performs exceedingly well at it, as the high physical stats of the Warlock class are belied by his number of devastating offensive spells, and his Hexblade class and associated skills allow him to switch into a melee DPS/offtank and back again almost seamlessly.

S T R E N G T H S

Azoth's offensive power is practically overwhelming. Facing against him is a nonstop brutal assault that even some of the most efficient tank/healer combos struggle to endure. His attacks allow for almost no openings, and possible weaknesses in his attack patterns can be covered for by his crowd control abilities.

W E A K N E S S E S

Power comes at a cost, and in this New World, Azoth is paying dearly for his power. While the Warlock class features spells that cast from HP and other such risks, those can be mitigated in a game world with little worry. Now that the game has become reality, this risks now threaten both Azoth's life and his sanity. His evil, otherworldly patrons pull at him and demand both favor and sacrifice, and he can feel his cursed sword slowly draining his soul. Azoth teeters at the edge of the abyss, and only the willpower granted by his Dark Elven tenacity and extensive magical skill keep him from falling.

E Q U I P M E N T

Stormsorrow, Daughter of the Void: Azoth's sentient runeblade, a Divine-class Artifact item, which he acquired from a rare event drop. In YGGDRASIL it was "cursed" in that it bound itself inseparably to his character, and forced him to sacrifice 5 class levels in order to accommodate the Hexblade class it forced onto him. In the New World, however, Stormsorrow is a malevolent entity with a mind of its own, exerting its influence over Azoth to corrupt him further, and drain the soul from his body.
Scales of Tiamat: Azoth's Divine-class armor, as mutable in form as the chaos wyrm for which they are named. Normally casters such as Azoth cannot wear heavy armor, but his Hexblade class grants him an exception which permits him to use this armor (normally reserved for such classes as Death Knights).

A B I L I T I E S

Grimoire of Shadows: By observing a non-offensive spell being cast, Azoth can inscribe the spell in this otherworldly spellbook, which he can summon and dismiss at will. Spells listed in the grimoire can be cast by Azoth outside of combat, even if they normally cannot be learned by his classes. Any buffs applied by these spells drop from him when entering combat, making it purely a utility ability.
Power Word: Kill: Azoth can utter a word that causes creatures below a certain level and HP threshold to die instantly, but otherwise has no effect.
Chain Master: Azoth can summon a lesser magical familiar, typically in the form of some sort of imp, which he can use to remotely cast spells, borrow its senses, and a variety of other utilities.
Shroud of Shadow: Azoth can cast Invisibility at will, without expending mana.
Blade-Bound: Bonded forever to his runeblade, Stormsorrow, Azoth can summon it at will, reform it should it be damaged in some way, and can alter its specific form into a variety of melee implements, as befits a sword of chaos.
Entropic Ward: Enemy attacks have a greater chance of missing Azoth while this ability is active, and he cannot be critically hit.
Thought Shield: Azoth's thoughts cannot be read without his allowance, and any Psychic damage he takes is reflected back to whatever inflicted it.
Create Thrall: Any incapacitated humanoid can be permanently enthralled by Azoth and used in much the same manner as a summon, until the spell is broken or he chooses another thrall. He can telepathically communicate with his thrall, but cannot have more than one at a time.
Enslave Outsider: Azoth can cast Dominate Monster at will without expending mana on Outsiders such as Fiends, Celestials or Elementals. Will occupy his single Dominate Monster creature allowance.
Shadow Hound: Azoth's shadow can take the form of a beast of pure darkness, and can then enter the shadow of another creature. As long as it merged in this manner, the creature cannot gain cover bonuses, and Azoth is always aware of where the creature is and the distance between himself and it. The target has a vague feeling of dread as long as the Shadow Hound is present.

V I E W

Azoth has the countenance of a fey, otherwordly ruler. Mortals in his presence become instinctively aware of the power he wields, and the more magically attuned can sense the presence of his dark patrons. Stormsorrow seethes with evil energy, and is a black hole in reality when detected by magical means. Mortals craven enough would see Azoth as a god among men, and a king among gods.

Overlord : Advent of the Gods

@IceHeart Amendments made.

Star Trek: Intersecting worlds

Worth noting that I put a chip down on 40k in the int check.

Plan on drawing up an Inquisitorial Black Ship, with a contingent force from the Ordo Xenos.

Star Trek: Intersecting worlds

Were there other players from the Int Check? Were they notified?

Overlord : Advent of the Gods

@LugubriousHonestly seems like the GM is one of them, at this point.