FrozenEcstasy

Of Crosses and Collapses: A Crossover Adventure of Survival on a Patchwork World.

How are y'all doing?

@Eventua

Drowning my sorrow in booze because my League of Legends teams are ignorant children.

End + Sleep

Reverante, the last name was Reverante, the surname of reverence. You could not simply be a Reverante and not have reverence for the world around you. Even while suffocated by the Efertide the world was still rather deserving of the reverence of hedgewitches all around the country. Levranelle pondered these things as he fiddled with a daisy he had in his hand, sniffing at it and inspecting it for imperfections like the slight browning of one of the pretty yellow petals. Over his shoulder was a large sack that made the light tinking noise of glass. He was wondering into the town square as he needed to do a little bartering for some meat of some kind.

Not long before actually entering the square Snuffles began some rather loud mewling, with his fur standing on end. The magical connection between them facilitated by Agatha, Lev's grandmother, caused the hairs on his neck to do so as well, which of course caused his head to jerk up and look to see what Snuffles was going crazy about. "Gods have mercy on our poor souls Snuffles, at least stop meowing when I figure out what's going on, you're going to wake up the dead. The townspeople don't like me too much when I'm talking with their deceased grandparents." He lamented as Snuffles walked in and out between his feet as he walked, the two traveling in a rather unified fashion.

Lev finally found out what Snuffles was mewling about once they were actually in seeing distance of the cages hanging in the middle of town. Brutish Legionaries and their cruel, insufferable hangings. To kill was ignorance, there was so much to learn from the societal deviant, it'd just be better to lock them up and poke them with a large stick and make them tell you about their lives and thought processes. Suck the wisdom from the living before they become the dead and the living are a lot less ignorant for it. No, the Legion can't possibly be that intelligent, especially if they're going to imprison a ma...gic user.

Levranelle locked his eyes on the woman with two irises, almost seething in the cages. In the full day his own eyes were only different in color than others, not something people notice off their first or even second glance. However, if it became darker they'd become slits and be a lot harder to hide. Either way they were a blessing compared to this woman's curse of gemeneyes. Lev began laughing at the joke he thought of rather loudly as he walked to another corner of the town square, the one where he normally set up his little shop. All the while his laughter, knowable by most of the townfolk, would've been noticeable by the mayor and the legionnaire he just passed.

End + Sleep

It's gonna be interesting to see what ties us all together. A convenient trade caravan that doesn't mind mages? A run in with the legion gone bad?

@vietmyke

Look at the character list, read who's in cages

End + Sleep

Hedgewizard Lev

Levranelle Reverante

Portait

Artist:omupied.deviantart.com

"The dead bless us with their wisdom, the living curse us with their ignorance."

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23 | Human | Mage-Eyes

P E R S O N A L I T Y

❖ [Eccentric]
❖ [Headstrong]
❖ [Wise]
❖ [Empathetic]
❖ [Teasing]

Levranelle has always been one to boggle the mind. His constant blabbering of seeming jibberish is enough to unnerve most, if not that then the piercing gaze he has his will. He'll often go on and on about his pet cat Snuffles, and seems to obsess over his livelihood. He gets rather upset if you talk down to him or his cat, and will often retaliate with a sharp tongue and a swift kick to the groin. Almost seemingly to top it off, he insists he sees the souls of the dead, and can often times be found talking to the open air with vivid language explaining things to said souls. Many deem him to be insane, but others believe this probably isn't the case.

Three traits where instilled into his personality by his grandmother's teachings and the way she raised him. One, all living things deserve to be cared for, to live, to thrive. Lev hates death, destruction, and illness and will go out of his way to help out a living creature. Two, Lev will not bend his will for the desires of another. His Grandmother always said that if you live in someone else's shadow, you'll never be a light unto the world. Lev will not let his "light" be snuffed out, and will not take any flak from anyone. Levranelle Reverante was a name that would not be spit upon as long as he could help it. Three, he will be strong even in the face of the world's greatest despair. People look for hope, for love, for a future. Levranelle will not let darkness prevent him from smiling, it will not prevent him from saving a life, and it sure as hell wouldn't keep him from enjoying his life. If he is not the optimism in the room, he has stopped being Lev.

A P P E A R A N C E

Peel back the hood and find him when he's scantily clothed and most free, Levranelle is a rather androgynous character, his dark brown, silky, long hair making it easy to mistake him as a woman from behind, and the odd youthfulness of his face making the puzzle of his gender even harder, if not for his obvious lack of breasts and feminine curves. He has few to no lines on his brow depending on his expression, and no obvious blemishes on his face. Every feature of his is somewhat elegant, from his thin brows to a full, set of impossibly pink, lips. Most notably, his eyes are piercing and yellow, in the darkness they seem rather normal if not for the color, but in the light the pupils contract into a thin line much like a cat and give away his magical nature.

Lev is rather lithe, but does not immediately seem to have much muscle. It has lead to him seeming far younger than he actually is, travellers often mistaking him for someone's errand boy. He is not of a tall stature either, evening out at about 5'6". He often wears a loose fitting shirt with a rather low neckline, and pants that flow loosely over his legs. When out and about he covers himself with a long purple scarf, made of a thin material, that he can use as a hood.

H I S T O R Y

Levranelle entered the world in tragic circumstances. His father had died while "peace-keeping" with the Army of Heroes, leaving his mother to suffer the pregnancy herself. Lev was born breech, and the battle to get him out of the womb left his mother on her deathbed. Under the fool moon, his mother cradled him in her dying breaths, and whispered into the night that one day Lev would grow up to be a man with gentle hands and a heart so pure the Promised Words would one day speak of his own soul to conjure hope in the darkness. Inspired by her daughter's words, Lev's grandmother Agatha vowed to raise him according to her daughter's last reverie.

It was to be difficult, however, as Levranelle was a handful for his grandmother. He would constantly get lost in his own imagination and wander away from their cottage outside the village. She knew he would get himself lost one day, so she emplored the town for a pet for her grandson. Enter Snuffles, the long time best friend of Lev. Snuffles von Leoparte kept Lev's attention constantly, and kept Lev around the cottage long enough for him to pay attention to his grandmother's work.

Agatha was the town's healer, a hedgewitch whom healed with potions and words of power. She fancied herself like a grandmother to much of the town of Alonso, kind and gentle, and always there to offer a wise word and a kind touch. The villagers may not have seen her that way. As he grew older, Lev was fascinated by the respect she garnered, and when a day came and past where she healed Snuffles of an illness, Levranelle decided for himself that he would learn from her.

On her eventual deathbed, Agatha reminisced of her life alongside Lev and Snuffles and a few of the women from the village. She told Levranelle of his mother's wishes for him, and told him that no matter what he should always try and bring hope to their town. She implored him to take over in her stead. As her final act as his grandmother, Agatha cast a spell on Snuffles, binding his life to Lev so they would never part, and ensure her grandson was never alone.

Days after her funeral, the grief-stricken Lev began to see her ghost, unspeaking but always nearby, approving and disapproving, always just barely out of vision. Was his mind playing tricks on him? Or was that really her? Unwilling to find out he accepted these visions of her. Overtime it was not just her specter he'd see dancing right outside his vision, he'd see ghosts of his ancestors, of men and women in town he had witnessed die.

Years later, now firmly the new healer of the community, Lev claims he converses with the ghosts regularly, and that some of them guide him to new revelations of the world, and warn him of the dangers they once faced. If ever a newcomer comes to town and needs his services, he often lets them know that the dead see all, and that it's unwise to cause a disturbance in his town.

I N V E N T O R Y

❖ [A ceremonial blade of a dark colored steel]
❖ [A large over-the-shoulder bag used for carrying an assortment of potions and other things]
❖ [A smaller bag used for coin]
❖ [Dried meat-treats for Snuffles to keep him sated]
❖ [6-7 Potions used to treat flesh wounds, and a few others he claims help grow hair or make the skin look youthful]

O T H E R

Unlike the rest of our "heroes" Levranelle has spent his entire life up until now in Alonso. He lives in his grandmother's cottage a good walk just outside the village and has a store of supplies the party can pull from before they begin their journey.

Of Crosses and Collapses: A Crossover Adventure of Survival on a Patchwork World.

@Crosswire

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note that most apart from the wee voidlings and voidspawn, all void champions are named individuals rather than species, so are more boss monster than random encounter fodder. The lore has swarms of the things, the game, less so. unless everyone plays Malzahar and buys Zz'Rot portals.

also there's Xer'Sai, which are smaller versions of Rek'Sai, who is a cool land shark.

If you where going to add anything from the game it might be the shop item pool and maybe some of the champion's equipment, depending on whether you have unique items in the pool

@DracoLunaris

Rek and her babies were the second one I thought would be a decent encounter. See I thought that some encounters would be "defeat said boss monster."

Rek'Sai and Cho'Gath would be the most dynamic, while Kha'Zix and Vel'Koz would seem different.

Id kinda like to see Kha'Zix go all Alien on 2Fort with his stealth and make the RP briefly horror based lol.

Of Crosses and Collapses: A Crossover Adventure of Survival on a Patchwork World.

Void champs are in fact combatants.

The best one among them for an encounter would be Cho'Gath who has the ability to grow to monstrous sizes.

Of Crosses and Collapses: A Crossover Adventure of Survival on a Patchwork World.

@FrozenEcstasyTo be fair Kaiser only convinced me to add League of Legends recently. I wasn't sure at first since I'm very unfamiliar with the game and mostly know it from bad first hand experience. So I apologize if I forgot to mention it was being added, I'm still working on adding stuff from the game into the lists.

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What are void champions? They sound pretty kickass.

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We're going to be doing a point system like I talked about in our PMs. When Kerrigan siphons essense from an enemy she gets points towards evolving and gaining a new ability. It'd look like this:

Kerrigan's Essense Level
0/5 /////

Certain enemies give certain degrees of essence. Unmodified humans and animals wouldn't give Kerrigan much essence because she's genetically superior to them. While aliens, mutants, and monsters would give a lot of essence due to their diverse nature or potential genetic superiority to Kerrigan's current form. Certain enemies wouldn't give any essence at all like robots, certain types of undead, and the like.

When Kerrigan reaches the point she can evolve you get the choice between developing a new Psi-Power (I'll roll up three randomly and you can pick one power from the results) or assimilating an ability from one of the enemies she drained (I'll generate viable options and let you pick one).

Every time Kerrigan evolves the amount of essence needed to evolve further will increase. Let's say that it starts out as 5, and then goes up to 7, 9, 11, est.

How does that sound?

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Solo and duo missions sounds like a really neat idea. Having missions tied to plot points or relating to certain characters worlds is another neat idea. I'll take that into consideration when working out missions and the like. Thanks for the suggestion Frozen. No need to apologize for posting a lot, I've been pretty antsy myself and love to have something to do here while I wait.

@Crosswire

1. In LoL lore the void is a dark dimension of eternally hungry creatures that are loosely based off of Zerg and a few other things. In lore they can be pretty devastating and one or two in particular could prove enough of a fight for half the cast to be needed. Along with the Shadow Isles faction and the Darkin they serve as a sort of world-threatening antagonistic faction. I'm super into league lore if you need help integrating it. League also brings a lot of interesting loot to the table that could be mission rewards too.

2. That point system sounds great. I'd assume though that there might be some enemies that will almost always account for an instant level up like a select few of the Monster Hunter hunts.

3. On another note, what about a system for biomass conversion so that she can create a few zerg pets like we talked about? I feel like her pet-based abilities should be on a different, stricter scale.

Of Crosses and Collapses: A Crossover Adventure of Survival on a Patchwork World.

Also, since we have a fair amount of players/characters I think that in the future I'm going to generally split things between two missions, that way we don't have a dozen characters to bulldoze their way through things. Right now it's not an issue since everyone is pretty under equipped and under 'leveled' but later on that'll change.

@Crosswire

I'm posting a lot forgive me.

We should have solo/duo missions as well for plot points sometime! Maybe relating to a character's homeworld.

Like a swarm of zerg infest an area and Kerrigan refuses to let anyone help her tame it cause she don't want peeps to die.

Or like, Draugr are swarming an area we gather food in, familiar with the undead both Tam and Cedar are sent there to take care of it.

Or Poppy's case, a Noxian warband has been setting up base not far from town, afraid their ruthless nature would mean they try and invade 2Fort, she takes a few played characters with her to make peace or squash the potential invasion.

Of Crosses and Collapses: A Crossover Adventure of Survival on a Patchwork World.

Stop, hammer time.

Poppy

Poppy

"I'm no hero - just a Yordle with a hammer."

[ ??? | Yordle | League of Legends, Demacia | Female ]

APPEARANCE, PERSONALITY, & BACKGROUND

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

Barely a meter tall, Poppy is not too different from most Yordles, having large purple eyes, white hair worn in pigtails, pointed elf-like ears, and blue skin. Respectably stocky and athletic thanks to a stringent training regimen over hundreds of years, she rarely goes without her reliable yordle-sized suit of armor and her favorite red muffler.

PERSONALITY ASPECTS

-Steadfast
-Upbeat
-Loyal
-Friendly
-Modest
-Tenacious
-Adorkable

BACKGROUND INFORMATION

Poppy was born in the hidden and intensely colorful Bandle City, the birthplace of all Yordles, in the distant land of Runeterra. While most Yordles lived lives of whimsy and magic, Poppy always chafed at the chaotic saccharine sweetness of her feylike counterparts and sought to build her life around order and stability instead. This in time brought her to the human settlements of western Valoran, where she secretly wandered to and from the human settlements until she encountered an unusually orderly caravan of humans, led by a commander named Orlon who wielded an impressive war hammer. Entranced by the respect and loyalty that Orlon commanded and feeling a connection with a human for the first time, Poppy decided to reveal herself to Orlon and his company, and after a somewhat rocky introduction she was accepted into the group.

Orlon's caravan, now with Poppy in tow, continued towards their destination; a new settlement in a distant land called Demacia, where justice, honor, and duty was valued above all else and a place that Poppy could call home. With his strong leadership, Orlon quickly became a revered figure in Demacia, and his weapon soon became an icon for the fledgling nation. Poppy never saw him use the hammer, but she did hear rumors that the legendary weapon could rend the Earth and knock down mountains with its power.

Poppy served her commander and her new nation dutifully for many years until the day she was called to Orlon's side as he lay on his deathbed. With his dying breath he told her that the hammer he wore for so many years, the weapon he never used, was never meant for him to wield. Rather, it was made for the hands of the one person who could unleash its full power, the one who would stand against evil and keep the nation whole; the Hero of Demacia. Thus, when Orlon passed, Poppy set out with her commander's hammer, determined to find this Hero of Demacia and place the weapon in their hands, never realizing that the weapon may have just passed to the Hero she was searching for.

Many years later, in between her quest to find the hero, Poppy was fighting off a Noxian raid into her homeland when the ground beneath her feet started to shake. At first she thought the Magical Collosus had joined the fight, or that the Noxians had brought their undead juggernaut up to brawl, but things took a turn for the worst when the earth beneath her feet opened up and she was swallowed by the collapsing void. Awakening in the mangled pastiche of other worlds, Poppy wandered around, hopelessly trying to find any familiar sights or faces before she stumbled across a town called 2Fort, an oasis of some semblance of order amidst the chaos around her. Drawn to a familiar sensation, Poppy decided to make camp in the little settlement for the time being, at least until she could strike out and finally track down the Hero. In the meantime, a little Demacian style order would be just what this settlement needed anyway!

CHARACTER CAPABILITIES

~SKILLS~

Poppy is a fighter through and through. She specializes in charging down enemies and knocking them around with her trusty Hammer of Orlon, able to take just as much punishment as she can dish out and still keep opponents locked down and away from more vulnerable allies, though she is by no means a slouch when she's fighting solo. She also fights with a buckler called the Iron Ambassador, and while it is obstensively a defensive weapon she's gotten more use out of it by bouncing it off of enemies.

Poppy is also a skilled blacksmith, able to maintain, repair, and create metal objects with the proper tools, though she is most comfortable with items that she is familiar with, such as high fantasy style weapons and armor. In addition, while she doesn't see herself as a leader, she has a knack for raising the spirits of her allies as she charges into battle, often turning a hopeless situation into a fighting chance for victory.

~SPECIAL ABILITIES~

Hammer Shock- Poppy smashes her hammer into the ground as an attack. The crushed ground slows down enemies before it erupts and deals more damage to anyone caught in the blast.

Steadfast Presence- Poppy steels herself temporarily, increasing her defense and speed and blocking any enemy who dashes near her for a period of time (ie running would work, flying in with a jetpack would knock you down).

Heroic Charge- Poppy smashes into an enemy and knocks them back, doing more damage and stunning them if they get pinned to a wall or other similarly solid object.

Keeper's Veredict- Poppy swings her hammer overhead and smashes it into the ground, sending out a shock-wave that travels in the direction she hits. When it hits an enemy or a closely grouped set of enemies, a giant hammer erupts from the ground and knocks them into the air and far away from her. The distance increases depending on how long she 'charges' it, with an instant hit knocking up all enemies around her instead.

~Perks~

Adorable (n/a)

~Faults~

Keeps messing up jokes. (n/a)

~Weaknesses~

While Poppy is quite the bruiser, she has little to no options for fighting at range, and can be easily worn down by an enemy who fights from afar and keeps their distance. In addition, her special abilities require a cooldown after each use, with the Keeper's Veredict being especially long, and if she uses abilities too much in a short period of time she needs to rest or wait before she can use them again. Also, while Poppy has some knowledge of post-feudal technology, mostly the kind of stuff that wouldn't be out of place in a steampunk setting, she is thoroughly unfamiliar with anything considered modern technology and beyond and could have trouble working with that sort of equipment.

INVENTORY & EQUIPMENT

~CURRENTLY EQUIPPED GEAR~

-Hammer of Orlon
-Iron Ambassador
-Demacian Steel Armor (Size: Yordle)

~INVENTORY~

-Hammer of Orlon
-Iron Ambassador
-Demacian Steel Armor

MEDALS AND ACCOLADES

EXTRA

Yordles have exceptionally long lifespans. Poppy is at least 200+ years old and is still considered rather young.

@KaiserElectric

Whoa, wait, League was acceptable??????????

SHIT I WOULD'VE PLAYED ASHE OR MAYBE EZREAL

Or Leona, or Teemo, or Ekko, or Alistar...
;-;

Oh and as an added aside. If Poppy is accepted please add void champions as encounters so Kerrigan can access cool abilities.

Speaking of Kerrigan's ability to siphon essence and not really needing much loot, would she roll for the abilities of a creature she has slain? Or are we gonna do a points system where every so many creatures she gets to choose on of their abilities?

End + Sleep

Hedgewizard Lev

Levranelle Reverante

Portait

Artist:omupied.deviantart.com

"The dead bless us with their wisdom, the living curse us with their ignorance."

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23 | Human | Mage-Eyes

P E R S O N A L I T Y

❖ [Eccentric]
❖ [Headstrong]
❖ [Wise]
❖ [Empathetic]
❖ [Teasing]

Levranelle has always been one to boggle the mind. His constant blabbering of seeming jibberish is enough to unnerve most, if not that then the piercing gaze he has his will. He'll often go on and on about his pet cat Snuffles, and seems to obsess over his livelihood. He gets rather upset if you talk down to him or his cat, and will often retaliate with a sharp tongue and a swift kick to the groin. Almost seemingly to top it off, he insists he sees the souls of the dead, and can often times be found talking to the open air with vivid language explaining things to said souls. Many deem him to be insane, but others believe this probably isn't the case.

Three traits where instilled into his personality by his grandmother's teachings and the way she raised him. One, all living things deserve to be cared for, to live, to thrive. Lev hates death, destruction, and illness and will go out of his way to help out a living creature. Two, Lev will not bend his will for the desires of another. His Grandmother always said that if you live in someone else's shadow, you'll never be a light unto the world. Lev will not let his "light" be snuffed out, and will not take any flak from anyone. Levranelle Reverante was a name that would not be spit upon as long as he could help it. Three, he will be strong even in the face of the world's greatest despair. People look for hope, for love, for a future. Levranelle will not let darkness prevent him from smiling, it will not prevent him from saving a life, and it sure as hell wouldn't keep him from enjoying his life. If he is not the optimism in the room, he has stopped being Lev.

A P P E A R A N C E

Peel back the hood and find him when he's scantily clothed and most free, Levranelle is a rather androgynous character, his dark brown, silky, long hair making it easy to mistake him as a woman from behind, and the odd youthfulness of his face making the puzzle of his gender even harder, if not for his obvious lack of breasts and feminine curves. He has few to no lines on his brow depending on his expression, and no obvious blemishes on his face. Every feature of his is somewhat elegant, from his thin brows to a full, set of impossibly pink, lips. Most notably, his eyes are piercing and yellow, in the darkness they seem rather normal if not for the color, but in the light the pupils contract into a thin line much like a cat and give away his magical nature.

Lev is rather lithe, but does not immediately seem to have much muscle. It has lead to him seeming far younger than he actually is, travellers often mistaking him for someone's errand boy. He is not of a tall stature either, evening out at about 5'6". He often wears a loose fitting shirt with a rather low neckline, and pants that flow loosely over his legs. When out and about he covers himself with a long purple scarf, made of a thin material, that he can use as a hood.

H I S T O R Y

Levranelle entered the world in tragic circumstances. His father had died while "peace-keeping" with the Army of Heroes, leaving his mother to suffer the pregnancy herself. Lev was born breech, and the battle to get him out of the womb left his mother on her deathbed. Under the fool moon, his mother cradled him in her dying breaths, and whispered into the night that one day Lev would grow up to be a man with gentle hands and a heart so pure the Promised Words would one day speak of his own soul to conjure hope in the darkness. Inspired by her daughter's words, Lev's grandmother Agatha vowed to raise him according to her daughter's last reverie.

It was to be difficult, however, as Levranelle was a handful for his grandmother. He would constantly get lost in his own imagination and wander away from their cottage outside the village. She knew he would get himself lost one day, so she emplored the town for a pet for her grandson. Enter Snuffles, the long time best friend of Lev. Snuffles von Leoparte kept Lev's attention constantly, and kept Lev around the cottage long enough for him to pay attention to his grandmother's work.

Agatha was the town's healer, a hedgewitch whom healed with potions and words of power. She was like a grandmother to much of the town of Alonso, kind and gentle, and always there to offer a wise word and a kind touch. As he grew older, Lev was fascinated by the respect she garnered, and when a day came and past where she healed Snuffles of an illness, Levranelle decided for himself that he would learn from her.

On her eventual deathbed, Agatha reminisced of her life alongside Lev and Snuffles and a few of the women from the village. She told Levranelle of his mother's wishes for him, and told him that no matter what he should always try and bring hope to their town. She emplored him to take over in her stead. As her final act as his grandmother, Agatha cast a spell on Snuffles, binding his life to Lev so they would never part, and ensure her grandson was never alone.

Days after her funeral, the grief-stricken Lev began to see her ghost, unspeaking but always nearby, approving and disapproving, always just barely out of vision. Was his mind playing tricks on him? Or was that really her? Unwilling to find out he accepted these visions of her. Overtime it was not just her spectre he'd see dancing right outside his vision, he'd see ghosts of his ancestors, of men and women in town he had witnessed die.

Years later, now firmly the new healer of the community, Lev claims he converses with the ghosts regularly, and that some of them guide him to new revelations of the world, and warn him of the dangers they once faced. If ever a newcomer comes to town and needs his servives, he often lets them know that the dead see all, and that it's unwise to cause a disturbance in his town.

I N V E N T O R Y

❖ [A ceremonial blade of a dark colored steel]
❖ [A large over-the-shoulder bag used for carrying an assortment of potions and other things]
❖ [A smaller bag used for coin]
❖ [Dried meat-treats for Snuffles to keep him sated]
❖ [6-7 Potions used to treat flesh wounds, and a few others he claims help grow hair or make the skin look youthful]

O T H E R

Unlike the rest of our "heroes" Levranelle has spent his entire life up until now in Alonso. He lives in his grandmother's cottage a good walk just outside the village and has a store of supplies the party can pull from before they begin their journey.

Okay I updated the personality. Sorry I've been mostly absent and not doing what I said i was going to lol.