Dragoknighte

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Explain Zuatara, then? :p

@Letter Bee

It's not Fanfic if it's canon

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Also, Robert/Isabeau for Het pairings; because antagonism is love (or so fangirls think).

@Letter Bee

No Het pairings. Only gay. This is fanfiction, remember? The only Het pairings allowed involve author self-inputs with their character of choice.

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Because they're the opposite male characters in demeanor and build. Obviously made for each other.

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The Red/Ionathan or however his name is spelled. Prime pairing.

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It's not my character. Don't change them for other people

Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

Vaeri followed the directions of Shela, her fingers moving quickly to collect the fluid and cork the vial before any could crystallize. Satisfied, she slid the filled vial back into the unknowable void of her backpack. Yawning, she stretched and left the building, returning to the wagon so the group's supplies wouldn't be untended. Nearby was Kazuo, slumped over asleep on top of a miffed looking Trombe. The horse had an air of resignation about it, as if this were a commonly occurring type of thing.

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Also, I wrote this:

Thoughts on Ioannes

Thoughts on Ioannes

Hmm, basically, to get to the roots of Ioannes' psyche, one has to know/remember that the Giray System combines the brutality of enslavement and harsh military training, but justifies itself by saying that the slaves live better lives and have more power than freemen. A friend of mine objected to slaves having money and power, but that was because he believed that I was trying to export Ioannes out of a High Fantasy setting. In a High Fantasy setting, however, an oligarchy of nominal slaves, who rule over lower ranks of actual slaves whose job is to replace them once they die, is possible.

What I want with Ioannes

My disjointed thoughts:

- My main inspiration for Ioannes came from the fact that IRL, the Mamluks funded churches in the Caucasus, while Janissaries sent aid back to their home villages, while keeping many Christian customs (that last part isn't as important as the first).

- Ioannes sees his enslavement as justified, because it meant that once he was 18, he can reclaim his name, his diety (or choose a new one) and furthermore, send money and aid back to whatever relatives he has left, should they accept it (they did).

- Ioannes' main relative is an Aunt in the Kingdom of Hellas; she's a kind person who accepted Ioannes despite the fact that Giray is sort of an enemy (though not to the extent of the IRL Turkish-Greek hate).

- Ioannes, despite seeing his own enslavement as justified, wants to find another way, because he's realized from the stories of his fellow slaves that being taken away from one's parents is traumatic, and thus, if another way is found, then that would be a moot point.

- Because Giray Slaves are bound by a pain-inducing slave collar for the first two years of training, Ioannes would see stuff around his neck, even something as innocent as scarves or necklaces, as a trigger for trauma (assuming I'm using PTSD).

- The oligarchy wants the Mamlukes and Slave-Bureaucrats to see each other as a team, to be loyal to each other, because the slaves would one day replace the masters, and once that happens, they need to work together instead of being at odds. While 'weakness' isn't tolerated, slaves are expected to look after each other's needs outside of training or battle. When they are sick, other slaves are expected to take part in taking care of them; same for hunger and thirst and even other needs. To encourage this, the slavemasters do not directly help the slaves, except to give them instructions and the approrpiate supplies; they may watch the slaves to prevent them from escaping, but cannot interfere unless one is on the verge of death.

- Slave training is harsh, back-breaking (not literally) and demanding. One has to master multiple weapons, fight as both Infantry and Cavalry, and also be proficient a number of scholarly subjects (history, engineering, and medicine are 'recommendations'). Not merely that, but acts of kindness from the trainers are rare, and mostly kept hidden and subtle, to be revealed only once the training is over.

- Giray, despite being a slavocracy, does have redeeming, even laudable qualities that the slaves are frequently reminded of. Basically, Giray is a multifaith, multiethnic, and multicultural state that works, and it's because of the Mamluks and Slave-Bureaucrats. While the rest of the world is divided in petty, self-destructive divisions, Giray is diverse but united, and the Slave System is justified because it protects this diverse unity (that last part is exaggeration and propaganda).

- Any slave found to have kept the 'weak' emotions of kindness and empathy, or exhibit the capability to fake them, are assigned to Public Relations, Diplomatic Offices, or various missions requiring interaction with others. Ioannes is one of those slaves.

@Letter Bee

Durin's current reaction to Ioannes would be similar to his reaction to everyone else: a grumpy harrumph. However, if he found out about this slave stuff, he would hold nothing but the utmost contempt for him and his ilk. Kayleth doesn't really care about the pasts of people, it's what they can do now that matters.

Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

Vaeri's expression immediately brightened when she saw Lob return triumphant to the group, eyewing in hand. So the people who got poofed weren't killed after all! Perhaps just taken elsewhere. Maybe if they were lucky the others would be able to be found within a few days. She pulled her bag from the cart and walked in as Shela was explaining the deal with Eyewings and the mucus(?) they secreted. Although she was glad that Lob was back, she kept her distance from him. It was obvious from the smell what he had covered himself in, and she was well familiar with the technique, but even knowing that, nobody wants to stand next to the guy covered head to toe in poo. The cleric produced 2 vials and cork stoppers from her bag, handing one set to Fiona, keeping the other for herself.

"I hope you won't mind me helping out as well." Vaeri twirled the vial in between her fingertips once before readying the glass tube to capture the second ingredient in 2 days. It was rather lucky, really. Lucky in a good way for once. It was almost if the goddess of fate was deciding their journey by rolling dice the way everything was constantly changing.

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Durin and Kayleth stood still, watching the events of the meeting pass. People getting angry, making lots of speeches, physically assaulting and insulting one another before disbanding. Throughout this, their expressions remained more or less the same. For Durin, it was stern irascibility and Kayleth maintained a cool, but vaguely interested expression. Durin dropped the bag he was holding onto and sat down against the wall of the hotel. Everyone should have arrived ready to leave in the first place. Now he had to wait around for half an hour with only the elf for company.

Kayleth stood beside Durin, graceful as ever.

"So what do you think?" she asked, looking down at the sitting dwarf.

"Can't trust the lot of 'em. Can't control their own tongues or tempers. Going to get the lot of us killed. An' I'm pretty sure most of them be magic users." During replied as he crossed his arms.

"So you're still planning to go with them." Kayleth sighed, and pulled her dagger from her hip, looking over it in the daylight. "A lack of control and a constant urge to act is something that all the younger races possess. Perhaps if they manage to survive they will learn to outgrow such self-destructive tendencies."

Durin harumphed in reply.

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I thought they were longer. Then again, I'm adding in handle length.

@RokkuHoshi

Adding in handle length only adds about a half a foot(15 cm) for a short sword/dagger. Or a foot(30 cm) for two-handed swords. Unless it's like a claymore or larger, than you might get 2 feet of hilt in addition the length of the blade.