Eisenhorn

Lancer [Mechs, Magic, and Intrigue]

Saw this get posted up earlier, and have been meaning to give it a read. Definitely interested in getting a character put together in the coming days, as long as you have room for another of course.

Sword and Dungeon: An Adventurer's Guild-based Fantasy RP

Renard Benoit

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"Oh if we are going to give me a nickname Rook, use my naming conventions. I'd call someone like me Hound or the like, save Hero for one of the higher ranks that actually earned it."

Renard chuckled easily, falling into formation readily as the group moved past the boundary of the Fort's outer limits and walls themselves. Less clutter, by goblin standards, the waste pushed away in favor of a growing collection of bones. Trophies, of a sort, growing in size. Little Bird had the other flank, Lady in the lead, and Rook behind. Good kids, even if Lady was a bit on the arrogant side, they'd get this whole thing figured out someday. Hell, they might manage it before he did, though not if he had anything to say about it. Finally, his ears perked up at the all too recognizable sound of goblins, a mix of high pitch and attempts at thicker rasps. Unconsciously, he slipped a throwing knife out of the bandolier, hefting one in his off hand, though that was relative.

Soon enough, some of the goblins were sharp enough to actually be looking around. Forays into the dark, like any sentry or guard should, though he doubted it was by any sense of, well, anything noble or true. They were still goblins, after all, and armed about as well as one would expect for this kind of grungy lot. Kitchen knives, sharpened bones, whatever was sharp, pointy, and could do damage to an unaware novice or unprepared scholar. None of which were present in current company, fortunately for them, but Renard was not one to simply wait for the rest of the group to engage. Confirming there was no traps lingering along the ground, the Hundi hurled his throwing knife for the first goblin they saw, a lunging thrust aimed for the second scout with spear in hand, aiming to roll in any additional scouts towards the center of the corridor. Right into the waiting hammer of the Paladin. This is where the fun began, even if it was only goblins, he could at least get some throwing practice in.

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Sword and Dungeon: An Adventurer's Guild-based Fantasy RP

Renard Benoit

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"Good call Rook, Little Bird having a way to signal sharp and loud never hurts."

Renard nodded along, eyes and head still sweeping their surroundings. He had his spear in a high grip, readily usable in one hand, his other hanging close to the throwing knives. He was expecting an ambush, so the longer one didn't came, the less happy he was. Still though, Lady reiterated her name from before, glancing over with an amused smile. Yes, he recalled her name, but no one ever got called their name. There was no fun in that, besides, everyone got a nickname. That was the rule. Still, he did at least respond, sounding cheerful despite being about to walk into a nest of goblins.

"Oh I heard you the first time Lady, don't worry. It is still nice to meet you though."

Renard began moving with a sense of purpose once the group reached an agreement and started moving into the fort. Seemed the Goblins weren't keen, or willing, to man the outer walls. Something to be said for that, if you were passing an abandoned ruin and saw goblins manning the walls it would stand out a lot more. Something to be said for going unnoticed, which could be what they were going for instead. Besides, unless you knew they were there, getting ambushed was absolutely easier than one might expect. Still, being aware and ready would help dissuade a lot of that, and once he got a good look at the interior he would know how much room he had to work with, how far up to choke up on his spear, the works. He was assuming narrow passages and little room to work, it was the worst case scenario, so an improvement would be welcome at least.

"They really made themselves at home, can't say the decor is winning any awards anytime soon though."

Renard was true to his word, though, and keeping an eye on the flanks of their little group, glances forward to confirm nothing was coming that Lady or one of the other two had missed. He was keeping that ready stance from before, ideally ready to respond to several incoming goblins at the same time. If one of the others did something drastic he would have to adapt, but until then, it was keep an eye out for goblins, traps, general trouble for all of them, or probably all of the above.

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Sword and Dungeon: An Adventurer's Guild-based Fantasy RP

Renard Benoit

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Ah, so she was a paladin then? Renard was no Reonite, he always had favored Mayon though that was neither here nor there. She certainly presented herself like he expected a Paladin of Reon to be, aggressive and raring to smite evil. It also explained her preference towards undead, he might have made a consideration otherwise if it had come up sooner, but there wasn't much point in being indecisive now. He would still pick up a trio of roses before heading to the chapel for his usual prayer and offerings prior to striking out. She seemed determined to prove herself, which he could respect, and he made a mental note to work the flanks of any fight they got into, let her wade into the thick of it and keep her from getting surrounded. Babysitting jobs did make him have to think differently, especially with someone with something to prove, but he wouldn't fault Lady for it. Hell, look at him, he was always looking for the hardest jobs he could get after all, it would be hypocritical to criticize.

"We'll see if the goblins want to play along or not Lady. I've got a stop to make before we head out, but I'll catch up before we leave for Fort Magrial."

Once all the paperwork was in order, Renard would make a stop to pick up a small trio of roses, a regular at the flower peddler given how often he was striking out on jobs and his own habits. Next stop was the chapel, the Mayon dedicated half, where he knelt down by the pool where offerings were cast, head inclined as he quietly spoke under his breath in prayer. He had never been formally inducted into the faith, his earliest memories being accompanying his mother to pray. She was an influence on how he made his offerings, she was blunt to a fault and always preferred to be direct, something reflected in his own quiet words, a familiar ritual before any job that took him, and more importantly others, possibly into harms way.

"Mayon, please hear my prayer. I am accompanying allies out into danger again, and wanted to make an offering for their protection if I can't keep them safe. Reon might be watching out for one of them, but I won't let that stop me from doing my best to see them all back. In your name."

With that Renard cast the roses into the water, one at a time, inclining his head for a few more moments before standing. He couldn't keep them waiting, and as he walked out of the chapel again he picked up the pace with a practiced stride. Goblins could be clever in the right situation, which made them dangerous enough to not be underestimated. Especially if they had gotten their hands on even otherwise mundane surveying equipment. Who knows what the mages had brought with them that might prove to be just the thing to make things interesting, and with that Renard shouldered his bag, spear already resting on its sling, and focused his thoughts on catching up with his allies. There was a time and place to plan and think, they could discuss that either on the way or, at the very least, before heading into the castle proper depending.

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Sunset was a mixed feeling for Renard, he always preferred the moonlight and night time (and not just because of his faith), but that would play to the strengths of the Goblins. More shadows to hide in, especially inside Fort Magrial itself. For his part, his head was on a steady sweep, watching their surroundings with an experienced eye while the others no doubt focused on the Fort itself. He'd seen plenty of ruins and the like before, and a glance told him enough. Once upon a time, in another lifetime, it was a formidable holding, but now it was a shadow of what it used to be. Held by goblins now, but it wasn't defending against a besieging army, just a merry band of adventurers. Lady chimed in, not seeing any goblins yet, and commenting on the mages missing them too.

"Same way anyone misses something, Lady. They weren't looking for them."

Renard unslung his spear, a practiced and deft motion, keeping to a one handed carry at the moment. It left his off hand free for putting his throwing knives to use in case an ambush was attempted from beyond stabbing distance with his spear. Still, the goblins weren't getting any more sorted out by them standing here, so he put forward a fairly simple plan of attack, working off what he estimated would be what each of them did best. It wasn't complicated, and was basically what they would no doubt naturally have done anyways, but better to put it to words than go in without any plan what so ever.

"Lady, since your eager and suited for it, you can take point once the fighting starts. I'll work the flanks, Little Bird you do the same. Rook, watch our backs and keep the lights up, it'll be dark in there otherwise. Be vocal and speak up if anything seems off, otherwise do what everyone does best. Any disagreement?"

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Sword and Dungeon: An Adventurer's Guild-based Fantasy RP

Renard Benoit

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Renard was not going to look a gift horse in the mouth when their half of the griffon job got snagged by a passerby before heading back to his own meanderings. Focusing back to who he happened to be reviewing jobs with at the moment, it seemed like everyone agreed that the Goblins would need sorted out first and foremost. Well, mostly, Lady seemed moody about the matter but, if her demeanor was anything to go by, that was just going to be the usual outlook to deal with. He knew more established groups would take two or three jobs at a time, but given he was not entirely certain how long Lady would put up with anyone accompanying her, well, no sense betting on that and having it fall through.

"Unfortunately not Rook, least nothing that caught my eye. Though that settles that then, Goblin hunting it is. Always next time for cracking some undead skulls Lady."

She did question what they all did, making no effort to hide her annoyance and being rather blunt in the process. Someone was going to be all sunshine and rainbows to have around, Renard mused with full sarcasm, already getting what he considered a reasonable appraisal of the shorter human. Massive ego, probably expected to be handed a high rank on a platter, was currently mad about not getting just that. Probably why she wasn't given a high rank, regardless of potential, a lack of experience would get someone killed alarmingly quickly. Fingers crossed at least some of that shook loose and fell away with a few successful jobs, or maybe some time spent around people that weren't uptight religious sorts might help. They'd find out in due time, but he didn't waste any time speaking up since asked.

"I'm a deft hand with a spear, skirmisher by experience. Move fast, strike, and maneuver. Comes with learning the weapon since I could walk, and using it since I set out on my own. Good in a pitched group fight, and haven't lost an honorable duel yet, so you can rely on me to keep up a good fight. Handy with knives as well, both thrown and not, and I'll be the last to drop if we are worried about a fight running too long. Outside of that, I can hunt, cook, keep things clean, basically survive without any civilized support as long as nature has something to provide. Oh, and since I don't think I introduced myself, name's Renard Benoit, a pleasure."

Renard would extend his hand in greeting, letting Lady make the decision as to whether or not to play nice or ignore it. Wouldn't hurt his feelings either way, but it was another subtle way to gauge just how hostile she was going to be at the outset. Well, hostile wasn't quite right, thorny would be a better way to put it. Downright prickly, even, but nothing like a good fight to get everyone moving on the same rhythm. Or go horribly wrong, but being upbeat wouldn't hurt anyone at this particular moment in time.

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Sword and Dungeon: An Adventurer's Guild-based Fantasy RP

Renard Benoit

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"I suppose I could take a peek, now that the crowd's been disrupted. About high time I got moving again anyways, best pick out a job."

While the others went to the table to follow and get Lady to play nice, especially since it looked like she had grabbed jobs from the group portion of the board, he took the chance to lean around a few shoulders, sneaking a peek at the few jobs that stood out to him. Iron rank work, but given the number of them around at the moment it might be another babysitting job. Something about recapturing a pet griffin, and something about weirdness in the woods. Neither stood out to him as particularly interesting so, not seeing anything else that stood out, made his way over to Lady and the others who were slowly gathering. At least she was not being selfish with trying and hogging the jobs, and he looked over her shoulder to skim them, staying quiet for the moment as he evaluated.

Another griffin mention, this time from some poor farmer down on his luck. Meant two people posting for the same job, that was never a good thing to pursue, turned into a race of who could turn it in first, and the one still on the job board had more useful information anyways. If they had time they could possibly get double pay for the same thing, but he didn't have much interest in griffin wrangling anyways so that was one he put out of his mind for now. Wedding band missing for...fifty years? Why wait that long to post a job for it? Maybe no one had taken the job and it was one of those ones that kept getting reposted in the hopes someone would take it. Wouldn't be the first, sometimes things just fell through the cracks. Unfortunately the next two looked more pressing than a missing wedding band and giant spiders. He didn't like spiders to begin with, webbing got everywhere and was a pain to clean up after, and that was with normal sized ones.

"I'd be wary about the griffin job, there's another one from the likely owner posted up on the board still, so it could turn into a contest of two groups trying to finish it first. Not much else stood out at the glance I took of what was still posted and not taken down yet." Renard was mainly speaking to Rook, though he thought over the next two. Goblins, who had gotten their hands on Mage College archaeological equipment and injured several staff, with a concern that they were going to go raiding from there. Would fit how they worked, and would need sorting out by someone before too long. Last one that Lady had grabbed was something about the undead, and putting them back to rest. Also something that would need sorted out, but part of him suspected that the goblins would prove a more immediate threat than the undead would, all religious consideration aside.

"Goblins are probably the most immediate danger out of this bunch of jobs, though undead can't be left festering either. Either would make for decent work, by my estimate."

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Pariah Online

R O L A N
R O L A N

^{“Now why would we rush, there's still so much to see and do here.”}

C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T _________________________________________________________ C H A R A C T E R D A T A C H A R A C T E R D A T A _________________________________________________________ True Self Lorenz Ferber Persona Rolan Pathos Queon Role DPS/Controller Weapon of Choice Magic (Carries an estoc so he is nominally armed) Domains Light Illusion Frost Manifestation Playstyle & Attitude Arcanist - With how much time Rolan spends studying, it was only natural that he would invest all his time into utilizing magic above all else. Having adopted secondary domains as soon as possible, he has merged the use of the four he currently practices into a single school of thought. Light to blind and sear, Frost to sap and slow, Illusion to misdirect and off balance, and Manifestation to drive home the setup and power of the other domains. Rolan nominally carries a sword, if for no other reason than appearances, but he would be hard pressed to even consider drawing it. Part of his time spent delving into Magic has been conditioning and building up his ability to cast without exhausting himself to the point of collapse, having gained an understanding of the importance of staying power as well as sheer force. Especially during longer running raids, someone as dedicated to magic as he is would have to be able to contribute the whole time, meaning resilience to the stamina loss and strain of casting is key. Controller - Rolan deploys a combination of light infused illusions and frost manifestations to make actual navigation and targeting of himself, and allies by coincidence, difficult. Whether its using flashes of light to dazzle and disorientate, illusions to obfuscate his movements and actions, or mixing manifestation magic with either of his elemental choices, Rolan plays to narrow a threat's ability to maneuver and act, forcing them into a position where they have to start taking hits. Combined with his offensive maneuverings and staying power above, Rolan is a notable threat when left unchecked, and even when checked is a hazard to whoever has to keep him occupied. That being said, he has no actual physical durability compared to someone who fights in melee and trains for it daily, his reliance on magical force making it clear that if he can't keep a foe controlled or on the backfoot it could spell trouble for him. Loremaster Nerd - Rolan has always had an obsession with exploring the lore of Pariah Online. Whether it was getting all the information he reasonably could from NPCs, digging through descriptions of items, locations, and everything he could get his hands on. He would regularly wander off to just explore the land, looking for any sites of interest. Anything he could find to add to his ever growing collection of journals, notes, and scribblings as he gathered first what was told to him (and by extension the player base), and then began theory crafting and trying to fill in the gaps between what has been made apparent or confirmed. Both in game and outside of it, he would post his findings and theories, maintaining an online presence as one of the players obsessed with the lore in a game. ♬

L O R E N Z F E R B E R - D R U D G E R Y I N M O T I O N L O R E N Z F E R B E R - D R U D G E R Y I N M O T I O N ________________________________________________________________________________________ Lorenz was never exactly what one would call a stand out individual. In his youth, he maintained perfectly serviceable grades, never anything to be ashamed of but nothing to brag about either. It wasn't for a lack of trying at first either, pushing himself even when he felt no engagement with anything in his scholastic efforts growing up. But regardless of effort, he always maintained the same level of acceptable results, so he stopped applying himself. His social life was healthy, if a bit dull, and he had the usual routine of heartbreak that young love would bring. By the end of his high school, he had chosen to go to a trade school instead of college or straight into a career, the most inspired choice he had yet made in life. Trade School went well for Lorenz, finding a knack for identifying impending problems, fixing them, and maintaining most anything he could get his hands on. It was the first time he had ever truly excelled at anything, which was an odd feeling for the young man as he graduated from his trade school and moved into a career helping maintain infrastructure critical equipment. It wasn't hard work, not for him at any rate, but he noticed very quickly that he never developed a rapport with his coworkers. No matter how many times he went out to company functions or after work drinks, he never felt any particular connection with them, and the feeling was mutual. He was professional, a model worker, but when the shift ended, he would simply go home. It was during this tedium of routine that Lorenz would hear about the upcoming Pariah Online, and something about it grabbed him and would not let go. He had plenty of money saved up, having few hobbies to spend any real money on, immediately investing in the game and required equipment to be able to log in and play as best as he could. There was something about the idea of immersing himself in a world that was completely unknown, that he would have to learn from scratch, that was itching something in the back of his mind that he had forgotten was ever there. An urge to learn, and maybe this time he would actually be good at it. R O L A N - O B S E S S I O N M A D E M A N I F E S T R O L A N - O B S E S S I O N M A D E M A N I F E S T ________________________________________________________________________________________ Rolan, as he chose his persona to be, is an old soul in Pariah Online, as far as one can be at any rate given the current amount of time the game has been up and running. He had joined as soon as he could at launch, but where some players became legends in raiding, in the art of PvP, Rolan found himself with a new feeling of obsession that he had never had to properly grapple with before. He couldn't tear himself away from the world itself, the stories, folklore, history that preceded the arrival of Wayfarers. He never wanted for companions, when needed, but his eccentric obsession with lore made him few permanent, long lasting connections. He would hop from guild to guild, party to party, never sticking around for too long. Rolan was always chasing the latest rumor, the latest missing gap between the lore of the world. He spent as much of his free time on forums and creating video essays on the lore of the world of Pariah Online as he did exploring it and improving as a player. He went to whatever content was needed, be it PvP, Raiding, delving dungeons or just wandering the world itself. He never saw anything in borders or sticking to any one activity, instead sometimes spending days of time in game simply pouring over every source of lore he could find, talking with both fellow lore enthusiasts, when they crossed paths, as well as digging through all the information he could from NPCs. Whenever a credible sighting of something new or unusual was posted or discussed, it was a fairly sure thing among the community that Rolan would not be far behind, carrying an ever growing collection of journals, notes, and books that he kept at his own player home when too dense or not relevant to what he was investigating this time. Sometimes he was recruited for a raid or battleground, given he was still a highly experienced player and one could not find all the lore simply in safety behind town walls and his eye for detail translated to a deadly accuracy in a fight, but he could sometimes be difficult to focus on the right task. He didn't care for the rewards of the content at times, seeing the story said content told as far higher value, and would sometimes take on sidequests and other minor content well below him just to review something he might have missed in the lore of it, however slight. Rolan was a man obsessed, having finally found a calling in life that spoke to him beyond just the day to day drudgery of his real world life. He was further isolated from that life than ever before, and while his performance at work didn't suffer, his coworkers noted he was even more distant than usual. A few had tried to talk to him, but his focus on a game none of them cared about made it even harder to connect. So Rolan would continue to descend into Pariah Online, only caring about the real world in as much as it was necessary to keep funding his access to what he truly enjoyed, and found he excelled in, at long last. Even if it was an eccentric field of interest, someone had to know the story of Pariah Online, even if only a fraction of the players cared.

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Spells & Spell-like Abilities

Frostlight Arsenal - The core of everything magical that Rolan employs, and the most refined group of spells he has, the Frostlight Arsenal is an ever expanding collection of spells, mixing various combinations of Primal and Arcane domains under his command in new forms to allow him broader and harder to predict options in a battle. Originally a novel experimentation in forming Primal forces into weapons, and from there applying Manifestation and Illusion to provide results that no individual part could obtain. From dazzling flintlocks made of light, capable of being fired and discarded faster than even their real world counterpart, to sweeping greatblades made of ice, contained in a field and given the illusion of form, Rolan takes great pride in the variety of options at his disposal. Theoretically Rolan could create and loan the less disposable options in the Frostblade Arsenal to other people, assuming they were capable of handling them, though this is not something that has seen much more than theorizing. Some of the better known examples that fall under this collection of spells include:

• Light Flintlocks - An early experimentation with using illusions to give the magic actual form, Rolan uses a mixture of manifestation and light magic to fire compact spheres of light at targets, using the illusion of a flintlock to, practically, provide an intuitive way to aim and, aesthetically, make a spectacle of an otherwise mundane form of attack. Each sphere detonates on impact, releasing both the arcane energy holding the sphere together and the contained light in one moment, causing both damage and disorientation. He has a variation of this that uses frost magic, though it lacks the reach and speed that the light magic version has, but makes up for in the heavier impact of a block of ice striking and shattering alongside the manifested sphere holding the "shot" together.
• Frost Swords - A loose collection of Frost magic blades, illusion magic used to give them more identifiable variations between them and used for varying purposes. Daggers, knives, and other short blades make for quick to summon, throw, or sweep weapons of reaction. Arming swords, curved sabers, and other one handed and hand and a half weapons are a jack of all trades option, striking harder and further than the smaller knives and the like while moving faster and more deftly than the larger two handed blades. Lastly, the two handed swords, ranging from bastard swords to a zweihander in one instance of well earned wrath, are wielded with none of the grace a dedicated master might show, but carry the weight of the Frost magic that forms them, as well as the Manifested field that acts as an augmentation to add force behind each swing. All the swords can also be prepared with Light magic, though this trades the power and sapping nature of his frost magic for speed and dazzling displays that can disorientate an enemy.
• Light Bow - Continuing to experiment and take advantage of the properties of his Light magic, Rolan has learned how to use a manifested field and illusion shrouded arch of light to change up how he can strike from afar. Lacking the speed of the flintlocks, as he does not have to even draw a new one from a brace and can simply aim as one forms, the Bow has significantly more force behind each arrow. Preferring arrows made of light, bound in a manifested field in the shape of an arrow, they fly true and can be masked using other illusions and distractions, or even prepared to detonate without striking. This causes them to cast a bright light across the battlefield, illuminating and bringing attention from afar. Rolan has made no efforts in integrating Frost magic into this particular armament, the exact reasoning and use of the Light made bow not requiring or particularly using frost magic's advantages.
• Frost Axes - Varying from small, balanced hatchets to great bearded axes that would be more suitable to a powerful warrior than a lean magic user, Rolan has found a need for an incredible amount of weight and force focused onto a small point, something axes work well at doing in his experience. Typically used in an overhead, downward manner, each Axe is not intended to last for longer than a strike or two, punching through defenses before shattering into shards of ice and frigid mist. There is no Light magic equivalent, given the need for mass behind the manifested field that augments the cutting edge of the frost axe, though it is certainly possible in theory.
• Barricades - A catchall term for the various barriers, shields, walls, and other forms Rolan's domains can be coaxed into, this acts as his main defense when all else fails. Smaller, lighter forms are quick to create, though lack the durability to fully stop attacks and are better suited to deflecting attacks and causing recoil effects to attackers. The larger the barrier effect, the slower it is to conjure but also enjoys a higher durability in the face of offensive force, the most durable of which resembling a pavise shield that he can safely kneel behind if given the chance to prepare it ahead of time. Light barricades shatter when destroyed, blinding and dazzling anyone reliant on sight, while Frost barricades are far more durable but have little other effect. Manifestation can reinforce both, though it does reduce the effect of the light magic flash when broken by a notable degree.

Hall of Mirrors - A mixture of light and illusion magic that Rolan is fond of, he utilizes his magical grasp on Light to bend it, removing him from immediate view while, at the same time, creating a number of false clones of himself. While they lack substance and can be dispelled in a single blow, shattering one of these mirrors is often accompanied by a flash of light that can leave unaware foes blinded, and even those ready for it dazzled and struggling to see briefly. More effective against singular targets, and notably ineffective against those that do not rely on sight. If he doesn't want to rely on Light, he can use Frost magic instead to cause the mirror image to burst in a cloud of frigid cold, sapping energy and stamina from those caught in the burst for as long as they stay in it, or until it fades.

Whiteout - Manifesting a field of frigid Frost and dotting it with orbs of Light, Rolan creates a field that is nigh impossible to see in, the Frost sapping the stamina and energy of those trapped in it, while the motes of Light that circle within the storm make it more disorientating and difficult to escape. While Rolan himself cannot enter the manifested storm safely, it creates good cover for escapes, maneuvering, or simply softening up a target before it escapes or the spell expires on its own. Rolan could maintain the spell for longer than the initial burst requires, however such a thing would prove increasingly taxing over time.

Harrier Fence - Primarily a defensive spell, Rolan uses one of his domains to create one of several configurations of spikes, illusion magic usually being used to make them appear as spears. The most common being a cluster that juts out from the ground in front of him, creating an instant deterrent towards anyone trying to charge him down, being especially effective against mounted foes committed to the charge. He can also create a series of spikes that erupt forward in front of him, splitting up the immediate area in front of him between left and right, useful for helping allies disengage or sow discord in enemy ranks. More recently, he has found a third use for this technique, specifically sending two thinner bands of spikes out at equal angles from him, hemming in either a single or select few targets to isolate them. The spikes could face either inward, to dissuade escape, or outwards, to dissuade intrusion, with this third method which is continuing to see experimentation.

Lantern's Lure - A purely utilitarian spell, Rolan can manifest a number of orbs of Light, anchoring each of them over the shoulders of himself and a number of other people. These orbs let off soft light in most directions, but a beam of stronger light in the direction that the person looks at any given time. Rolan developed the spell purely because he got tired of having to keep a torch or lantern handy at any given time and would rather simply have a light source that tracked where he looked at any given time. The fact that it was trivial to expand the number to include allies was mostly coincidental.

Character Feats

Spellcasting Resilience - A great deal of Rolan's training has gone towards preparing himself for large amounts of casting over extended periods of time. Using a combination of aforementioned training, potions, as well as the odd trinket and bauble, Rolan has developed an impressive capacity for utilizing all his domains as effectively as he is able to. While this style of training has not granted him the sheer power that some methods might, if he can outlast and weather the higher force of an opponent he can generally outlast them as far as casting stamina goes, wearing them down through attrition and steady application of magical force in just the right locations.

An Eye for Knowledge - Rolan cannot, despite his efforts, profess to know everything there is to know, fortunately for him. However, all his time spent gleaning everything he can from sometimes fragmented and especially under duress or other less than ideal circumstances makes him a natural at picking out details. Be it a faulty piece of construction, an old wound that could be targeted on a foe, or even a rare material easily overlooked, Rolan has a naturally high perception and awareness of his surroundings, making it difficult to ever catch him off guard or conceal things from him.

Methodical - Both a flaw and a boon, Rolan has a very particular, and measured approach to all things. Fights with him, by his own dictate, are measured and steady, moving at particular paces. Exploration, down time, all things have a very measured, controlled, and steady pattern to them. When in his element, Rolan is naturally more capable at what he puts his mind to, however being forced out of this by circumstance can be off putting and leave him on the back foot should he not adapt to this new pace or circumstance.

Lore of the World - Having spent his entire time in game towards the purpose of learning about the world he is in, Rolan has a near photographic memory for anything that happens to catch his eye when exploring, fighting, or otherwise spending his time in Pariah Online. He is also proud to state that he actually understands the world that existed before the existence of the players in it better than nearly anyone else who isn't a part of the world itself, instinctively treating the people of the world appropriate to who they are as people rather than just as NPCs in a game.

Sword and Dungeon: An Adventurer's Guild-based Fantasy RP

Renard Benoit

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"Pleasure to meet you Little Bird, name's Renard Benoit, Steel rank. Good to see your making friends Rook, get a good party at your back and you'll pull off things you'd never do alone." True to form Renard had already picked his nickname for Raven, as the Nem had clearly been going for despite the artistic qualities on display seemed to refer to herself, having not heard any sort of actual words from her. Mute, maybe, or just soft spoken? Hard to say, though given he was always on the go it wasn't unreasonable that he may of, figuratively and possibly literally, overlooked the quiet Nem. The dejected look flashing across Rook's face wasn't lost on Renard, who leaned forward again, settling the chair on all fours to reach across the table and give him an easy pat on the shoulder. No need for that, as far as Iron ranks went it wasn't like Eustace needed babysat. Well, not any more than a dedicated healer would usually need, but that was to be expected.

"Don't let it get you down Rook, the fact you aren't just sitting around waiting for a chance to come to you is a lot better than the alternative. I don't think you would have gotten the showing you would be hoping for anyways, so keep your chin up and we'll see what the upcoming jobs look like, yeah?" Renard knew his habit and preference for the most difficult job he could sign on for made it hard to follow along on, but he had a feeling Eustace would learn a lot more from other people than him. Sure, he could teach him how to handle a spear and duel, but from what he heard that wasn't Rook's strong suits anyways. Still, if they ended up on the same job then Renard would keep an eye out all the same, but for the time being that wouldn't be the case. Seems like Lady got some, apparently unwelcome, help anyways, however slight.

Drunk stumbling and making a mess of things, though that was bound to happen at some point in any given day. Get it out of the way early, he supposed, though since his back was to the drunk he did not see the lucidity or clear intent after the fact. By the time he glanced back whoever had been throwing booze around had ended up gone or otherwise made themselves scarce. Seemed like Lady had managed to get her hands on some jobs as well, grabbing what she could reach at the bottom of the board, probably, before making for someplace that wasn't as crowded. Rook chimed in, and he shrugged, not sure whether or not the feisty Lady would share or not. "One way to find out, go ask her. She seems the fiery sort but you've got a knack for becoming fast friends with people it looks like, worse she says is no in this case."

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Sword and Dungeon: An Adventurer's Guild-based Fantasy RP

Renard Benoit

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"How much consideration is there in trying to force past anyone already fairly here before you? Plenty of folks probably aren't keen on getting forced past, present company included I'd be tempted to wager."

Renard was half leaning back in his chair, front two feet of the chair firmly off the ground now, noting Lady was certainly an irritable sort, that much was clear up front. It was never easy getting jobs from the board if you weren't someone capable of making space, part of why the regular groups always elected oner person to go job hunting, and he relied on agility and speed, not brute force, so trying to worm his way through a crowd was hit or miss at times. If she got much shorter though she could crawl under people, though she wasn't quite at a Nem's level so fortunately, for all involved, he didn't say that out loud. He made no attempts to dissuade her from trying to continue shouting her way through the loud crowd though, mainly because a familiar voice called out to him. An easy grin flashed on Renard's face as Eustace made his way in, raising his hand in return.

"Always a pleasure Rook, keeping yourself out of trouble?"

The Hundi had kept half an eye out for Eustace whenever he was back in the Guild, it had been a surprise to be sure when he first came in looking to join as an adventurer himself, so soon after that nasty business with the bandits. Far as he saw the lad had a knack for it, so all the better to take advantage of what had otherwise been a rather unpleasant situation for him. Hell of a fight though, not one Renard would forget anytime soon, though he did nod when asked about if he was fresh back from work or not.

"Sure am, couple of Iron ranks were looking for a Steel to tag along on a mission that was just a bit above their punching weight. They did good, all things considered, though it was pretty straightforward in the end. Not my usual preference, far as work goes, but there wasn't anything challenging up for grabs at the time, so no harm in watching out for them."

Renard cocked his head when Eustace started up on trying to introduce someone, looking past the excitable blueblood to see if he could spot just who was supposed to be getting introduced right now. By all accounts he didn't ever spend long at rest in the Guild, picking up his next job in short order and striking out again. It was good for keeping sharp, and kept him from wasting his earnings resting on his laurels so it all worked out as far as he was concerned. That did mean he would miss newcomers showing up on more than one occasion, so if someone new needed introduced then all the better for him, besides, Eustace was always the friendly sort so it was only natural for him to pick up on someone possibly newer than him. Least that would make sense to Renard.

@SilverPaw@VitaVitaAR

Sword and Dungeon: An Adventurer's Guild-based Fantasy RP

Renard Benoit

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"I figured the good weather would bring everyone out, but it is even more crowded than I figured!"

Renard had just gotten back from his most recent job, he had been joining a group of Iron ranks to provide backup since when he had last been through there hadn't been anything too interesting or challenging to join a group for. He was in a bit of a habit of rotating through groups lately, joining in with whoever was heading out on the hardest missions he could take, but if there wasn't anything like that he didn't mind keeping an eye on the lower ranking adventurers. He always made it a habit to make offerings to Mayon to ask for a bit of extra protection for his allies before a job, a rose for each of them. It was easy to watch his own back, but adding others to that list was a test all its own, which he welcomed but, on the other hand, wasn't keen on gambling so readily with other's well being. It didn't hurt, he figured, to ask since he made offerings before each job either way so it all panned out as far as he figured.

Given the swarm around the quest board, Renard figured he would pick up more listening to the chatter about the jobs rather than trying to force his way in to look first hand. The regular groups were smart, sending their most capable to grab a job rather than try to all swarm and add to the mess around the board, while his usual seat at the bar was taken up by a lamia, who seemed to be chatting up a dark elf. Didn't see them often, he wasn't sure he had ever seen one until now, but he certainly recognized one when he saw one. Too busy idly entertaining the lamia, and since he wasn't going to get a drink quite yet, something else caught his attention instead. Over the general chatter and noise, someone trying to get the excited gaggle of adventurer's attention to..make way, maybe? Hard to say, he didn't recognize the one shouting. He strolled over, chiming in as he glanced down at the shorter, younger girl, taking an estimate of her as he spoke.

"Reckon that isn't going to get you much Lady, not really. Peak season for jobs, monsters, and adventure, so the board and poor receptionists are even more swamped than usual. Try grabbing a seat and listening in, its amazing what you can pick up without having to try and force your way to the front."

Renard shrugged, an easy, friendly smile on his face as he settled down into a chair near the board, the nearest open one at the very least. He was keeping half an eye on the bar, for an opening to go catch a drink, while he listened in to the chatter about what was going on and interesting postings that were worth noting. Dragon near Dansbell had to be too good to be true, there would have been panic and a whole lot more commotion over that before it ever got here. He had the sense to keep his tail well out of the walking path, considering just how much foot traffic and loosely controlled chaos there was right now, the last thing he needed was getting stepped on. He might look into that dragon job anyways, in the off chance there actually was one being a problem. Now that would be a hell of a good fight, he imagined, and would make for a good mark on his list of accomplishments. Another step closer to Silver, to be sure, though that was all hoping that somehow there was a dragon being a problem, and it had somehow not caused a panic. In other words, not likely at all.

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