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So basically, it's actually better not to respond, because if we did respond, you'd start the RP in a few days instead of in 18 hours? :3

Man, these cheats might as well just be normal powers though. Outside of having Wikipedia as a superpower, because geez, that's so OP for nation-building.
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A fantasy world where there are too many? Like, do you plan for every country to have a dozen or so legendary weapons that only chosen heroes can use? Since when were those things so common? XD

And conversely, that cheat means nothing if he doesn't encounter a legendary weapon, because surely they aren't going to be going through endgame dungeons in the beginning of the RP. And hey, even if he does get da Excalibur, the ability to wield it does not equate to being able to excaliblast shit, due to his personal limitations as a normal human being.

But hey, ok, I'll think up of a better cheat then.


Wub wub, cheats be just normal abilities OP. Time to not NTR Excalibur.
Thunder rolled off the high cliffs of the Margrail Barrier, heavy rains splattering against the windows of Kerenza’s bedroom. Occasionally, the panes rattled as a harsh wind swept through the estate, before the howls were overcome by the roar of lightning. And yet, despite the violent weather, the silver-haired duchess woke up not to the storm, but to the sounds of clashing steel and war chants. On her grounds, there were already knights sparring against each other, sharpening their skills in preparation for the day the knights of Baelwill will march out of their gates.

Yes, this truly was the one sound she liked to wake up to the most.

Opening her eyes, Kerenza pulled her bedsheets to the side, rang the bell, and allowed her morning ritual to commence. Three minutes after the bell had rang, a squad of maids stepped into the room, bowing once to the duchess before they began to dress her up. The corset, the dress, the sash, everything that she wore for ‘everyday’ circumstances was piled on top of her, until the weight of cloth almost felt like the weight of chainmail. Finally, a white cloak, embroidered with blue satin, was draped onto one of her chairs, and breakfast was presented.

It was an exhausting frenzy, and something that wasn’t wholly necessary, but as the Duchess of Tarconis, it was her duty to present only the best side of herself, after all. Enjoying the weather and the sight of her men down below, Kerenza chewed on a morsel of lamb meat, before enjoying the aroma of freshly brewed tea.

A moment later, something black seeped into the room.

Mud-like ichor rose from the far end of her bedroom, and before she even laid her teacup down, Kerenza was moving. Spectral blades flew out of her body, striking mere milimeters away from the bulbous flesh of that anomaly. Eyes alit with moonfire, she said, “Cease and de-”

But it was already gone.

Her brows furrowed, before she sat down once more. Breakfast was getting cold, after all, and answers could be sought at a later time.


“A Primordial?” Kerenza repeated, perplexed.

“Yup. A Primordial that had some disgusting timing,”
Aewill replied, before sliding over a letter. “You know how Primordials are supposed to be harbringers of a violent, adventurous fate?”

“No,”
she replied, “I don’t believe in such legends…and the seal’s broken.”

“Duchess Kerenza Edelwane, with all due respect, maybe it’d be a good idea to expand your knowledge to more…historical and cultural aspects? I mean, Primordials are pretty well known!”

“Knight Aewill Wolfblood, two points. Superstitions are neither historical nor cultural. And the seal’s broken. Why?”

“A broken seal means that the letter has been read already…”
The knight casually slid a letter opener under the table, green eyes still affixed onto Kerenza’s.

The duchess sighed. “Your curiousity is awful, really. One day it’ll lead you to snoop about in the chambers of a maiden, and after that...I’d imagine you’d only have brothers from that day forth. But, seeing how you’ve read it, summarize.”

“Yes ma’am!”
Aewill cleared his throat, before straightening his back and saying, “Signed by the majority of the Council of Ten, with one of the exclusions being that cow Duke Pinzomel, the letter speaks of the Prophecy, and how they believe that you may be one of the ‘children’ who are mentioned in it, no doubt due to your position and your achievements in re-establishing Tarconis’s knight order. Therefore, they’d like you to be part of an organization of like-minded individuals, leading armies in collaboration to take down Baelwill.”

“Ok. I’ll note that down,” Kerenza said, “Knight Vaneil’s scouting party arrived last night, yes? Aewill, if you could begin with reporting their findings to me?”

As the knight began to speak once more, Kerenza’s hands slid underneath the table. Balling up into fists over her thighs, the duchess forced herself to calm down. How exciting! To be at the forefront of an army composed of the populations of all, in a concentrated effort to wipe out Baelwill!

She could wait, but she definitely didn’t want to!

“Yeah, Kerenza, if you’re not going to listen, I’ll just come back later…”

“No, stay. I fear I may act disgracefully if left to my own devices.”

The GM thinks that he's planning on getting up the IC by Sunday, so you better get off your ass and go vroom vroom if you switch. :3

Kerenza Edelwane

Duchess of Tarconis | Member of the Council of Ten | Leader of the Lorelettonne Knights
22 / Female / Human / Verdigris


History
Patience was the first virtue that Kerenza Edelwane learned. As the young mistress of the grandest Duchy in Verdigris, Tarconis, her parents told her of stories passed down from generation to generation, of a Verdigris that once stood on its own, unbowed to demonic might of Baelwill, and of the prophecy that had been foretold centuries ago. Each story painted a more beautiful image of Verdigris in her mind, and every night, she went to bed, dreaming of the day the tyrant nation would fall. But her own parents sought that same dream, as with her ancestors before her, and she knew that what she had to do wasn’t slay Baelwill, but to continually sharpen the fangs of those who lived at the base of Lorelettonne, so that when the gates to the Empire did open, they were ready.

She did not expect for the incarnation of death, Baelwill’s Star, to explode on her fourtheeth birthday, the magical nova banishing the night.

She did not expect the immortality of the Baelwill knights to be stripped away when an assassin took the life of their divine priestess.

She did not expect the door to the Empire would be opened in her lifespan, not when she spent so much of her early years studying how to become a great Duchess instead of a great warrior.

Two days after the priestess was slain, her parents marched off with the main force of the Lorelettonne Knights, seeking to rightfully end the tyrant nation along with other eager Knight Orders within Verdigris.

They returned to their homeland all but wiped out. The capital defense system was still online, and, despite their efforts and generations of preparation, the army-decimating magics of the Baelwill elite still ensured that not a single foot was laid upon the capital. In what should have been the entire world's celebration, Kerenza found herself an orphan instead, her parents being some of the first to be vaporized by the golden light that spilled from a single knight’s sword.

She allowed herself to mourn for a month. She allowed herself to sulk for two months. She allowed herself to reflect for three months.

And when the sixth month had passed, Kerenza got to work. She trained more diligently than ever. She spent entire days discussing the future of the duchy with her advisors. She overlooked the recruitment and training of the Lorelettonne Knights. She poured in effort fanatically, her hatred towards Baelwill now put onto a personal scale, and the years flew by.

Kerenza grew up, maturing into the silver-haired Duchess of Tarconis, with eyes of moonlight and a sword of spirits. Though her martial ability was lacking, her friends, her knights, her fallen brethren all stood behind her, supporting her rise into prominence.

The gates to the Empire may still be closed, but it mattered not. The path had been paved by her parents, and, if nothing else, Kerenza was patient.

Skills and Abilities:
Presence of a Noble
Kerenza is beautiful, enough to captivate the eyes of others wherever she appears. She is intelligent, sharp-minded after rigorously applying herself to her studies as a child. Kerenza is influential, her position as Duchess of Tarconis giving her the unwanted boon of receiving letters from countless suitors wishing to become part of the Edelwane household. All this gives her the aura of a blue-blooded noble, one that demands the servitude of others merely by being in their presence.

Knight of Arms
Through her personal training, Kerenza has attained aptitude with every standard weapon within the Verdigris military, from swords to axes to polearms to bows to hand-to-hand. Though she is not prodigiously overpowered in any particular area, she can hold her own with anything, and her ability to understand and exploit the strengths and weaknesses of any weapons has allowed her to overcome more skilled opponents time and time again.

Honor to the Nameless
Verdigrisian magic stems from ancestor worship, in which knights embody the legends that their ancestors had claim to, granting them the ability to perform what could only be considered miracles. Kerenza, however, is not merely a knight. She is the Duchess of Tarconis, the domain that lays claim over the highest mountain on Yismel, and her bloodline stretches across centuries, each individual having some reason for fame. She could have worshipped any of them, and obtained some semblance of god-like power.

But instead, Kerenza paid tribute to millions of nameless knights that fought to protect the sanctity of her lands, granting them immortality through remembrance. Spectral knights from ages past rise out from the lands, pledging their loyalty to her and striking down those that choose to oppose her. They share their strength and knowledge with her, and though each, individually, pale in comparison to the heroic legends, they are more than a match when gathered all together.

Her nameless knights can become her weapons, her strength, her army, and with them at her side, Kerenza knows that she never truly has to fight alone.
Is it time? It's time.

Let's go Moby Dick yooooo
All these Mercundyr scrubs.
That's an interesting reason. @CrimsonCastle and you? Tagging failed last time. XD
So @Flamelord @Guilty Spark [@Crimson Castle] where y'all CSes at?
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