ERode

M.A/I.D: Her Majesty's Assault/Intelligence Division

Gonna keep an eye on this.

Cardinal Rift

Right Hand of Lord Althein Aureolin

ℂardinal ℝift

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ℙersonal 𝕀nformation

Name: Aelious Aureolin
House: Heir of House Aureolin
Age: 28
Race: Human [Mageborn]
Gender: Male
Appearance: 5'9, and of a muscular stature. Has unevenly tanned skin and callused hands. Many small scars on his right forearm, lacing up and down.

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𝕊o 𝕆n & 𝕊o 𝔽orth

Reputation: The charismatic face of House Aureolin, Aelious is seen as the sort of swashbuckling, righteous noble who should only exist in romantic fiction. Though lacking in manners at times, he strives for fairness rather than advantages, and is always eager to fund the ambitions and dreams of others.
Alignment: Neutral, leaning towards technologist. Aelious believes that technology, not magic, will better society in the long run, but understands that magic has supported the South's endeavors immensely in the past.
Skills: Like all Heirs of the Aureolin House, Aelious is trained to fly Wyverns in any situation. Unlike all Aureolin Heirs, Aelious is both talented at it and invests a great deal of time in it, perfecting aerial acrobatics and dizzying spins. He's an excellent fencer as well, bold and decisive in his counterattacks and offensive, though lacking when forced to put up a full defense.

Beyond that, Aelious has a surprisingly good intuition for gauging how valuable or interesting someone's creative work or inventions are, and is one hell of a deal-closer when he needs to be. He maintains healthy relationships with basically everyone he meets, and recognizes the difference between the person and the House they represent. And if they go out for drinks afterwards? He'll definitely drink them under the table while discussing the philosophy of chivalry with contemplative clarity.

Backstory: Aelious was born as the son of the former Lord's first wife, and lived with everyone expecting him to succeed that position once his father had aged and passed. But the dragonblood that coursed in the veins of the Aureolin family was especially strong in Aelious's blood, and he had always been a rambunctious child, capable of studying only what interested him and wholly incapable of respecting his elders. In his fury, Aelious's father announced that his second wife's son, Althein, would succeed him instead, perhaps hoping that'd shock Aelious into obedience instead.

But it was a burden off the young man's shoulder instead. He never had a chance at freedom the way he was born, but as the right-hand man of Lord Althein Aurelion, Aelious could at least travel far and wide, resolving issues while Althein held the fort. That arrangement was fine with him, the best, even. From meeting with prominent artists to investigating disruptions in landlines to monitoring the wyvern rookeries to meeting with other clients and House representatives, Aelious makes sure that his half-brother's decisions are always made with the most up-to-date information at hand.
Miscellaneous: Though certainly romantically eligible, considering his handsome appearance, cavalier attitude, and his status as the Lord's 'troubleshooter', Aelious remains a bachelor, having rejected all attempts at serious courtship.

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𝕄agic

Gate: Air, with a touch of Fire mixed in, enabling Aelious to generate thermal drafts.
Flow: High
Favour: High
Field: 20m

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ℍouse 𝕀nfo

Name: Aureolin
Domain: Communications
Location: Place 4
Members:

Lord: Althein Aureolin
Ladies: Magnolia Dessdia, Kerenza Edelwane
Heirs: Aelious Aureolin, Asleine Aureolin
Wyvern Fleet Commander: Savaniel Volduriaz
Investigations Chiefs: Esprit Esace, Myrmi Bookman
Special Operations Courier, First-Rank: "Reissten"

History:

House Aureolin rose to prominence not out of a desire for wealth and power, but through the power of love...or so it is told. The young Averus Aureolin, out of a desire to court a lady all the way on the opposite coast, flew the House's fastest Wyvern to the territories of Pachel, simply to deliver a letter to the lady love of his life before scrambling back onto his Wyvern and departing home before he could embarrass himself to death. Waiting for letters though, was agony, and the Wyverns that his family bred at the time were ill-suited for swift transportation: they were bred for war and destruction, not for delivering mail to uninterested ladies.

So Averus Aureolin did what any Heir of House Aureolin did. He bred Wyverns for speed, endurance and intelligence, to deliver messages from one part of the continent to the other. It took time though, but by then, the idea of Wyvern mail became something that sparked the passion of the rest of the House as well. Once just a family specialized in breeding Wyverns for war, now, they delved into communications, starting with their Wyvern Courier Service, before technologies such as the printing press, the telegraph, and the railroad enabled them to become the news and publishing tycoon that they are in the present time. Any writer worth their salt has House Aureolin as their patron, and there are even rumors surfacing that the House has begun research on wireless communication.

Other Information:

House Aureolin works closely with House Granis and House Dalris, and is especially amiable with the latter House, who they have a common ancestor with.

Twenty years ago, House Aureolin was heavily investigated by House Immolis after the general public was riled up against House Nols due to a newspaper report that held some unconfirmed, libellous facts. The Investigations Chief in Aureolin was subsequently fired for their incompetence.

The Lords of Aureolin hold pride in their ties to the noble Wyverns that they've raised and perfected for generations. Any prospective Heir is trained to ride these glorious beasts, saddles and reins be damned.

Ventures in Veridia: The Hexblade Hero [ERode]

@Guardian Angel HarukiEyo, not really feeling this anymore, so I'll be dropping it. Thanks for GMing anyways though!

Cardinal Rift - A Fantasy/Sci-fi adventure! [STILL RECRUITING]

Right Hand of Lord Althein Aureolin

ℂardinal ℝift

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ℙersonal 𝕀nformation

Name: Aelious Aureolin
House: Heir of House Aureolin
Age: 28
Race: Human [Mageborn]
Gender: Male
Appearance: 5'9, and of a muscular stature. Has unevenly tanned skin and callused hands. Many small scars on his right forearm, lacing up and down.

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𝕊o 𝕆n & 𝕊o 𝔽orth

Reputation: The charismatic face of House Aureolin, Aelious is seen as the sort of swashbuckling, righteous noble who should only exist in romantic fiction. Though lacking in manners at times, he strives for fairness rather than advantages, and is always eager to fund the ambitions and dreams of others.
Alignment: Neutral, leaning towards technologist. Aelious believes that technology, not magic, will better society in the long run, but understands that magic has supported the South's endeavors immensely in the past.
Skills: Like all Heirs of the Aureolin House, Aelious is trained to fly Wyverns in any situation. Unlike all Aureolin Heirs, Aelious is both talented at it and invests a great deal of time in it, perfecting aerial acrobatics and dizzying spins. He's an excellent fencer as well, bold and decisive in his counterattacks and offensive, though lacking when forced to put up a full defense.

Beyond that, Aelious has a surprisingly good intuition for gauging how valuable or interesting someone's creative work or inventions are, and is one hell of a deal-closer when he needs to be. He maintains healthy relationships with basically everyone he meets, and recognizes the difference between the person and the House they represent. And if they go out for drinks afterwards? He'll definitely drink them under the table while discussing the philosophy of chivalry with contemplative clarity.

Backstory: Aelious was born as the son of the former Lord's first wife, and lived with everyone expecting him to succeed that position once his father had aged and passed. But the dragonblood that coursed in the veins of the Aureolin family was especially strong in Aelious's blood, and he had always been a rambunctious child, capable of studying only what interested him and wholly incapable of respecting his elders. In his fury, Aelious's father announced that his second wife's son, Althein, would succeed him instead, perhaps hoping that'd shock Aelious into obedience instead.

But it was a burden off the young man's shoulder instead. He never had a chance at freedom the way he was born, but as the right-hand man of Lord Althein Aurelion, Aelious could at least travel far and wide, resolving issues while Althein held the fort. That arrangement was fine with him, the best, even. From meeting with prominent artists to investigating disruptions in landlines to monitoring the wyvern rookeries to meeting with other clients and House representatives, Aelious makes sure that his half-brother's decisions are always made with the most up-to-date information at hand.
Miscellaneous: Though certainly romantically eligible, considering his handsome appearance, cavalier attitude, and his status as the Lord's 'troubleshooter', Aelious remains a bachelor, having rejected all attempts at serious courtship.

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𝕄agic

Gate: Air, with a touch of Fire mixed in, enabling Aelious to generate thermal drafts.
Flow: High
Favour: High
Field: 20m

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ℍouse 𝕀nfo

Name: Aureolin
Domain: Communications
Location: Place 4
Members:

Lord: Althein Aureolin
Ladies: Magnolia Dessdia, Kerenza Edelwane
Heirs: Aelious Aureolin, Asleine Aureolin
Wyvern Fleet Commander: Savaniel Volduriaz
Investigations Chiefs: Esprit Esace, Myrmi Bookman
Special Operations Courier, First-Rank: "Reissten"

History:

House Aureolin rose to prominence not out of a desire for wealth and power, but through the power of love...or so it is told. The young Averus Aureolin, out of a desire to court a lady all the way on the opposite coast, flew the House's fastest Wyvern to the territories of Pachel, simply to deliver a letter to the lady love of his life before scrambling back onto his Wyvern and departing home before he could embarrass himself to death. Waiting for letters though, was agony, and the Wyverns that his family bred at the time were ill-suited for swift transportation: they were bred for war and destruction, not for delivering mail to uninterested ladies.

So Averus Aureolin did what any Heir of House Aureolin did. He bred Wyverns for speed, endurance and intelligence, to deliver messages from one part of the continent to the other. It took time though, but by then, the idea of Wyvern mail became something that sparked the passion of the rest of the House as well. Once just a family specialized in breeding Wyverns for war, now, they delved into communications, starting with their Wyvern Courier Service, before technologies such as the printing press, the telegraph, and the railroad enabled them to become the news and publishing tycoon that they are in the present time. Any writer worth their salt has House Aureolin as their patron, and there are even rumors surfacing that the House has begun research on wireless communication.

Other Information:

House Aureolin works closely with House Granis and House Dalris, and is especially amiable with the latter House, who they have a common ancestor with.

Twenty years ago, House Aureolin was heavily investigated by House Immolis after the general public was riled up against House Nols due to a newspaper report that held some unconfirmed, libellous facts. The Investigations Chief in Aureolin was subsequently fired for their incompetence.

The Lords of Aureolin hold pride in their ties to the noble Wyverns that they've raised and perfected for generations. Any prospective Heir is trained to ride these glorious beasts, saddles and reins be damned.

Cardinal Rift - A Fantasy/Sci-fi adventure! [STILL RECRUITING]

ℍouse 𝕀nfo

Name: Aureolin
Domain: Communications
Location: Place 4
Members:

Lord: Althein Aureolin
Ladies: Magnolia Dessdia, Kerenza Edelwane,
Heir: Aelious Aureolin
Wyvern Fleet Commander: Savaniel Volduriaz
Investigations Chief: Esprit Esace

History:

House Aureolin rose to prominence not out of a desire for wealth and power, but through the power of love...or so it is told. The young Averus Aureolin, out of a desire to court a lady all the way on the opposite coast, flew the House's fastest Wyvern to the territories of Pachel, simply to deliver a letter to the lady love of his life before scrambling back onto his Wyvern and departing home before he could embarrass himself to death. Waiting for letters though, was agony, and the Wyverns that his family bred at the time were ill-suited for swift transportation: they were bred for war and destruction, not for delivering mail to uninterested ladies.

So Averus Aureolin did what any Heir of House Aureolin did. He bred Wyverns for speed, endurance and intelligence, to deliver messages from one part of the continent to the other. It took time though, but by then, the idea of Wyvern mail became something that sparked the passion of the rest of the House as well. Once just a family specialized in breeding Wyverns for war, now, they delved into communications, starting with their Wyvern Courier Service, before technologies such as the printing press, the telegraph, and the railroad enabled them to become the news and publishing tycoon that they are in the present time. Any writer worth their salt has House Aureolin as their patron, and there are even rumors surfacing that the House has begun research on wireless communication.

Other Information:

House Aureolin works closely with House Granis and House Dalris, and is especially amiable with the latter House, who they have a common ancestor with.

Twenty years ago, House Aureolin was heavily investigated by House Immolis after the general public was riled up against House Nols due to a newspaper report that held some unconfirmed, libellous facts. The Investigations Chief in Aureolin was subsequently fired for their incompetence.

The Lords of Aureolin hold pride in their ties to the noble Wyverns that they've raised and perfected for generations. Any prospective Heir is trained to ride these glorious beasts, saddles and reins be damned.

Altera: Of the Destitute and the Destined

As Ettamri looked over her map, the remaining options she could glean from the faded parchment wasn’t so pleasant. Backtracking was always an option, but it would require them to head back down the mountain, then head southwards along the mountain to enter a new route at the base, before travelling uphill once more. Optimistically, if no mishaps occurred while they headed downhill on the snow-laden terrain, they could perhaps reach Fort Stalwart in another two days of travel. The sky didn’t seem to be promising deadly weather for now, but another two days of hiking was a weight that bore especially upon the Warrior and her still-recovering stamina. The other option would require backtracking as well, but only up to the plateau. Rather than going down the mountain from there, they could ascend higher up instead, traversing the ridgeline. The chasm really did look like a cut, but it hadn’t split the entire mountain in half; if they reached the ridge, they could simply skirt around the chasm. The incline, as indicated by the map at least, didn’t look impossible to hike up on either, but the powdery nature of the snow may be troublesome. It would be a death sentence if they slipped and fell, but if they took this path, the group would be able to descend onto the main path towards the Fort, and perhaps even reach it by tomorrow morning.

Meanwhile, Katya had hopped off the wagon to take a look as well, crawling onto her stomach to peek over the edge. Wow they were high up! The void called for her, and for a moment, Katya wondered what it’d feel like to fall down the side of the mountain. Then, before she could just slide off, the priest pushed herself away, scrambling onto her feet again. Goosebumps bounced beneath her coat and she blinked a couple of times, brushing the snow off her front. Creepy, but cheap thrills were still nice.

“Uh, Renauld, can you like, make an ice bridge?” She tilted her head, considering Oscar’s thoughts as well. “How about an ice and wood bridge?”

Talrae Reborn

Status

Level 15
Health: 2900/2900
Mana: 3300/3300

Strength: 30 + 5 [Power Treads]
Agility: 85 - 4 [5% Armor Reduction] + 5 [Skirmisher's Buckler] + 5 [Cutthroat Gloves]
Intelligence: 0
Stamina: 10

Action Slots: 7 + 4
Defense: 13U 17P 12B 6C 11M

Skills

Polearm Wielding 70
Acting 20
Beautifying 20
Light Step 20
Sewing 44

Equipment

Steel Spear (Mythic) _{Electricity Affinity, +7% Damage}
Cutthroat Gloves (Uncommon) _{+5 AGI}
Light’s Bane Cloak (Uncommon) _{+5 Hide}
Leather Armor (Uncommon) _{7U/9P/11B/5C/10M, 5% AGI penalty}
Java Jungle Wear (Common) _{Severe Heat Debuff Reduced}
Skirmisher’s Buckler (Uncommon) _{4U/6P, +5 AGI}
Power Treads (Uncommon) _{+5 STR}
Ring of Protection (Uncommon) _{+1% to all items' resistances}
Teleport Ring (Common) _{Teleport small distance, once per day.}
Jewelry x2 (Common)

Lagley’s Spear (Uncommon) _{Large, 5% Crit Chance}
Boots of Travel (Uncommon) _{2x Walking Speed}
Fancy Clothes (Uncommon) _10P
Raincoat (Common) _{Soaked Debuff reduced}

Passives

Lycanbane - Increased Damage against Lycan-based Enemies
Feral Experience (X/Title) - If User is to gain experience in Wild Areas, User receives increased bonus experience.

Light’s Bane Cloak _{+5 Hide}
Ring of Protection _{+1% to all items' resistances.}
Teleport Ring _{Teleport small distance, once per day.}

Light-speed Escape (8) User's body automatically moves a medium distance away at the speed of light when they fall below 10% of maximum HP. Passive.

Bounty (1/Universal) User gains D10 extra Renn whenever they receive Renn from GM. Passive.
Greater Bounty (5/Universal) User gains D10 extra Renn whenever they receive Renn from GM. Stacks with Bounty. Passive.
Grand Bounty (10/Universal) User gains D10 extra Renn whenever they receive Renn from GM. Stacks with Bounty and Greater Bounty. Passive.
Ultimate Bounty (15/Universal) User gains D10 extra Renn whenever they receive Renn from GM. Stacks with Bounty and Greater Bounty. Passive

Trip (15/Universal) Upon successfully avoiding an enemy's melee attack, the user automatically uses their weapon to trip the opponent knocking them prone.
Blood Thirst (15/Universal) User gains 10% of their damage as HP. Does not work with Actions and Spells.

Flexible (1/Lancer) _{Whenever user successfully Evades a melee attack against the user, user may immediately move backwards or counterattack to deal low piercing damage.}
Practiced Steps (5/Lancer) _{User gains +15% Evasion chance if an opponent has a short-range melee weapon.}
Polearm Mastery (10/Lancer) _{User's normal attacks deal 5% additional damage.}

Summary

lmao

"Naw, ain't no so thing," Cecilia replied. "It's like, the sorta work that a child could get done, so I don't think you need much in terms of specialized equipment." The Lancer paused briefly, before shrugging. "But hey, I got stuff with me anyways, and it probably ain't fair to let River do all the work himself, so..."

Pulling her Shovel and Hatchet out of her inventory, Cecilia rolled up her sleeves and grasped the hatchet in her dominant hand, walking over to one of the flashing roots.

"...might as well just get to it, eh?"

With that, she began to cut away at the roots. Even as AGI-focused as she was, Cecilia still came out on top as the highest STR person in the group. Hopefully 20 Java Roots wasn't going to be too much trouble chopping and digging up.

Darkest Before the Dawn: A CYOA Magical Girl Roleplay [Completed]

_{@Ariamis@FamishedPants@BrokenPromise}

The flow of spirits converging upon Endsinger's concert continued unhindered, her ghostly wail echoing through the winter sky. It was a maelstrom of spiritual power, the desires and grudges of ten thousand dead all being released in the euphoria of the undead mosh pit. Electrifying chords shook the mountain of rubble and actual lightning burst out from Endsinger's guitar as well, the lich's raven black hair going wild from neckbreaking headbanging. Who cared about regrets of a life cut short? Who cared about vengeance from beyond the grave? Who cared about disease and disaster, the fumbled rolls that brought forth unexpected deaths? Her song blew that all away, and the wraiths screamed along with her, their frustrations blasting away, their ethereal forms burning brightly. Scarlet for the damned, magenta for the cursed, cobalt for the lost, emerald for the unforgiven. The myriad of spirits swirled and bobbed, a brilliantly overbearing light show, a sea of life centered upon the Banshee-Lich.

"HEAVEN OR HELL, LET'S ROCK AND ROLL!"

Such was the density of spirits, so enthralled was she in her rocking requiem, that Endsinger didn't even notice Emily's fireball. Arcing through the sky, the fiery projectile homed in on its target, only to explode fifty meters away instead. Non-hostile as they were, the spirits that gathered at the behest of Endsinger's banquet of noise were still monsters, a collection of poltergeists and scepters, revenants and wraiths. One unlucky spirit immolated when it had collided with the fireball, but none around cared anyways; more spirits simply flowed in, plugging the hole and expanding the mass of spirits further. Faced with so many ghostly shields, perhaps the only way to get past would be to dive into the mosh pit and tear through to the center.

Cardinal Rift - A Fantasy/Sci-fi adventure! [STILL RECRUITING]

Is this going to function as a Nation RP, just with houses instead of nations?

I am Thou, Thou art I | Persona

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_{Nashiro City -- Hyakusawa Academy, First Floor
April 19th, 2019 | 3:15PM}

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For all the fanfare that accompanied his shift from middle schooler to high schooler, Kazuki didn’t really feel as if anything had changed. Outside of the smarter kids from his graduating class, most people stuck with the elevator school option of heading from Fukuyu into Hyakusawa, and as a result, Kazuki more or less knew everyone in his class already. That was a good thing, really. Didn’t have to worry about any new troublemakers popping out of the woodwork, and so long as he stayed on the first floor of the building, there was basically a zero percent chance of him having a random encounter with those troublesome upperclassmen delinquents, the ones that were literally just a year above him. Rumors had a habit of trickling down, after all, and by Friday, Kazuki knew all about it. The American giant, the ‘delivery boy’, and the Warden of the council. All bad news of varying sorts, but at least they had obvious tells to their identity. Red hair tended to stand out, after all, and being a tree amongst saplings did too.

Looked like he’d be able to coast through school too, if the lesson pacing continued this way.

With the impeccable punctuality expected of a Tokyo U mathematics major, Mr. Seishiro finished the last of his notes for the day with a flourish of his chalk, before pushing up his glasses. “We’ll be advancing to the next chapter on Monday, class. Please read ahead and do the exercises to prepare yourselves. As always, if you have any questions about the content we’ve covered today, you can speak to me in the teachers’ room.” The young man paused, his thumb and middle finger pressed together in anticipation. “Class is adjourned. Have a productive weekend, everyone.” And with a snap of his fingers, the school bell rang, the silent classroom suddenly filled with the noise of chattering students.

It impressed Kazuki every time, how well Mr. Seishiro kept track of his time. The lessons were never rushed, he always had just the right amount of time to answer questions during class, and above all…

“Um, Mr. Seishiro, do you mind going over the material with me again?”

…the teacher was handsome.

Normally, Kazuki wouldn’t really mind watching his female classmates fawn over the most eligible bachelor in Hyakusawa Academy, but this time, he was on class duty with one of them. Which meant he would soon be on class duty alone. Which meant he’d be late to the Bodybuilder’s Club today. Which meant he’d start his workout late too. And that’d mean he’d have to bust his ass biking to Royo’s Necessities, if he wanted to have any chance at all of getting there before all the discounted groceries were sold out. Which would suck.

…

Not that he’d do anything about it though. Wasn’t a fight worth fighting.

Casting another glance at the Seishiro Fanclub, Kazuki shook his head and sighed deeply, sliding his textbooks and notebooks into the bag he had since the first year of middle school. Maybe there was a friend he could rope into helping him? Yuuki had already left for his part-time work, Banri had scampered off immediately to the Literature Club, Rin still had a broken arm from when he broke Hanami’s heart, and Fumio didn’t even show up to class today.

Which meant Kazuki would have to give him class handouts today too. Good, if he remembered this now, he wouldn’t forget this later.
Rising from his seat, the brown-haired boy strode towards the blackboard, ready to clean up the erasers first. Along the way, one of the classmates he didn’t recognize looked at him. He looked back. They both looked at each other, but neither of them said anything. He tilted his head awkwardly. “Uuh…”

The stranger stood up suddenly. “Oh, um, like, do you need help?”

Kazuki took a step back at this, bumping into the desk behind him. The response came automatically though, before he even thought about it. “No, I’m fine.”

“Oh…”

“Yeah…thanks though?”

Kazuki rubbed the back of his neck while his classmate sorta just deflated. Very awkward now. Maybe he should have accepted her goodwill after all? But now it’d be even more awkward to just go back on what he just said moments ago. So in lieu of further embarrassment, the boy made an awkward smile and shuffled sideways away.

Work. Right, he had work to do! Hell, he had twice the amount of work to do, so he definitely had to get his act together now!

Shaking off whatever the hell that was, Kazuki began again his duty as classroom cleaner-upper.