Oh, before I forget: Don't go too far. The war that frames the RP ended in a loss, with a temporary victory towards the side of the PCs. By all means, they should be strong, but not overwhelmingly so.
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@LunarisDaFox: A high level of expertise or potential, with things scaling high even at the start. They're 'heroes' for one reason or another, after all.
Prologue
For ten years, war had engulfed the continent of Unira, permeating every last nook and cranny of the land. The aggressor, Emperor Lucius of the Volstanian Empire, found great success in the subjugation and destruction of the countries around him, and even when the remaining nations formed a coalition to combat the Volstanian forces, they found themselves being pushed further and further back. It was a futile war from an objective standpoint, but the cost of surrender that had been proposed by Lucius himself was far too high for the Tiarden Alliance to even consider that a course of action.
As the fighting dragged on and the Alliance was slowly picked apart, the nations who had banded together began to fall to despair. With all of their efforts being brought to naught and the Volstanian military slowly closing in, those who remained found themselves in dire straits. By this point, it was a given that they would die, regardless of whether or not they surrendered, and thus attempted to mount one last stand against their enemy.
This battle, which by all means should have ended with the destruction of the Tiarden Alliance, ended instead with a victory. Though the Volstanian forces were thus routed and forced to retreat, those who remained knew very well that the next assault would end in their defeat. To that end, the leaders of the Alliance decided to place their hopes in the future.
With the second assault over the horizon, those who stood out during the last battle—the heroes of the Alliance—were sealed away in a remote region of the land, in hopes that their return in the future would bring about the turnabout that they had desired. With the untested magic at its core, though, those who had been deemed 'heroes' would find themselves waking far later than the original heads of the Alliance had hoped.
Magic
Magic, as it is understood, works differently based on the method used to invoke it. To this end, there are two primary types of magic casting: external (circles, glyphs, etc.;) and internal (chants, incantations, etc.;). The method used, in essence, determines the source of mana, and thus its strengths and limitations. As a result of focused studies in regards to magecraft, however, advances have been made to the point where magic in either form can be regarded as a replacement for the development of firearms and other parallel technologies, which in turn has led to the creation of (somewhat limited) magitech. In other ways, however, both systems have been dissected in a manner similar to language and is often treated as such.
External magic draws from mana in its environment to cast, and is static in function once set in most cases. Circles, for example, will maintain their function so long as the inscribed systems are undamaged and will continue to perform once activated so long as they are not damaged. This is just as much of a downside as it is an upside, though, as they cannot be directly modified and can be canceled if something draws away the source of its power instead. In exchange, though, they are comparatively cost-efficient and occasionally stronger than their internal counterparts on the same scale. This also makes them quite reliable as enchantments, as they do not have to be consciously maintained by a user in turn.
Internal magic, in contrast, draws upon the mana of the user for activation. By nature, this makes them just as mobile as the caster if used to their utmost, and with proper training even the vocalization of magic can be omitted. That being said, synchronizing the magic alongside other users is far simpler than layering multiple external spells on top of one another, so it is generally preferred when executing more powerful spells.
So, I'm not going to go out of my way to hide that the world that the PCs will be returning to may have just gone through their fantasy equivalent of the Dark Ages with basically no Middle Eastern transcriptions to recover their knowledge from. The nations that the PCs have come from may or may not exist anymore, but the Volstanian Empire most certainly does, and all of the magical knowledge outlined above that the PCs should generally have...
Well, they're the last ones who have any degree of detailed understanding of those systems (and a lot of other things, possibly?) as far as they know.
Beyond that, though, Unira is in a state of comparative peace (if not mostly ignorance), and while a lot of the knowledge that had once been recorded has thus been lost and many of the intellectuals having long since passed on, much effort has been placed onto maintaining life in what one might otherwise consider a 'generic fantasy world'.
Yes, this means adventurers, monsters, and magic not on par to what would have otherwise been the norm for a few centuries' worth of time passing.
tl;dr: This is technically not an isekai, but also technically is. Also if you want to use, like, reverse Samurai Jack as a point of reference, you can. To a point. Yeah. Also expect the usual anime-esque power scaling; you know the deal.
(Also, I've taken inspiration from, like, seven or eight different series for this, so if the question is 'did you take inspiration from X series', the answer is probably 'yes'.)
Questions? Concerns? You know the deal. Here's a form.
Friendly thing to note: once this starts, no more people will be accepted. Please keep that in mind.
Zeke von Genbu
The stench of blood that hit the second that he and Pandoria walked through the door was met with an almost synchronized expression of distaste. It wasn't often that they came across scenes of recent carnage, and the smell of death that hung in the air only served to make them feel more disgusted.
"This place is... I'm not sure how to describe it. If I had to pick between the city we were in before or the one we're in now... I'd definitely take the former," the Driver said, taking a few steps forward before noticing the corpse being consumed by the oversized ravens on the ground. "And no respect for the dead, either."
There was a solemn look on both Zeke's and Pandoria's faces as the former stepped forward, his sword now gripped in both hands as he stepped forward. The somber atmosphere was promptly broken, though, as Hibiki's sudden transformation caused both him and his Blade to turn towards the girl in confusion.
Which, given the subsequent spontaneous loud background music and singing, only served to further confuse them. After a few moments, Zeke simply shrugged in acceptance and, with a smile on his face, rushed forward after Hibiki to take out the remaining crow.
"Okay, I have... Many questions! Chief among them is why the heck you'd pick that sort of track for a place like this, but I'm not complaining! Let's go! Dynamic Spark Sword!" he shouted, holding his sword horizontally as he moved his left hand across it and covering it with an apparent full sheath of electricity. With one swing, he threw the bird to his left; with the next, his right. By now, the monster was all but dead, but a final swing downwards, with the blade crackling after having doubled in size, made sure that it was most definitely dead.
"Seriously, though, you get background music? By the Architect, I'd love to have that sort of thing, too! Oh man, I can just imagine how cool it'd be to get my own theme music when I dive into battle!" he said excitedly, the apprehension about this whole scenario having been overtaken entirely by this point.
@RolePlayerRoxas@Raineh Daze
Youmu's inquiry would result in an abrupt turn of the head from the old man, as if suddenly acknowledging her arrival from the moment that she spoke. Though the grin on his face remained on his face as he looked over her, the notice of a letter in her hand (that had most certainly not been there when the group had entered) caused his eyes to widen. As if seeing that piece of paper alone allowed him to understand everything, the old man nodded his head in "understanding".
"Ah, yes, yes, I see! You must be that man's long-lost daughter! Or grandaughter? I care not! For this land is yours now, and all of its sins are no longer just ours to bear!" he said, his hands clasped together over Youmu's hand, which he thus firmly shook. "I, in all my years looking over these lands... Yes, yes, you have vigor in your eyes. Surely, surely—!"
And with that, the old man, just as quickly as he had approached her, let go and walked back to the ruined statue. With a nod, he picked up what seemed to be a journal, desiccated and missing half of its pages before walking over to Youmu and handing it over.
"This was his, and his words have been left to you," he said, glancing between the other three people that Youmu had arrived with before nodding. "You have hired mercenaries already, it seems? Ah, but the words of that odd child in blue must mean that you have not told them of everything yet, am I wrong? Now, I must leave you to tend to my own work; these lands are vile, but I must make sure to tend to them even so."
And without giving a straight answer to anyone present, the old man left.
The letter that had found its way into Youmu's hands, unnoticed as it had been until now, seemed to be hastily written out in ink. Even so, the words remained legible, and what it had said bore nothing but ill omens.
@VitaVitaAR@Crusader Lord@Rune_Alchemist@KoL
Cool, people.
I'll probably move this to an actual thread in a little bit, since there's probably less people here than in actual Casual.
I'll probably move this to an actual thread in a little bit, since there's probably less people here than in actual Casual.
Jason Liu
The Berserker's own swing, having been cleanly deflected by the Saber he was facing off against, threw his arms into the air. Though he still held onto his blade, his body was now left wide open for the proceeding slash.
The fight itself was over in but an instant, and the result was self-evident. Though Hijikata's body had not been bisected, the gaping wound in his torso pouring blood out onto the ground was more than enough indication that his end was near.
"Damn... It..."
Despite those wounds, though, Hijikata, almost as if as a testament to his class, attempted one final swing towards his opponent before appearing to disappear into nothingness, with a mass of blue particles in his wake.
Jason, of course, simply remained motionless. Though he had enough sense about him to understand what had just occurred, the truth of the matter only made him want to just go home.
Given the situation, though, it was likely that his nightmare was nowhere near ending today.
@VitaVitaAR
Ruler — Sherlock Holmes
At his Master's inordinately blunt inquiry, the detective could do naught but smile in turn. It was a false courtesy, as was par for the course when he was to deal with Moriarty and his machinations, but as far as things went this was particularly troublesome. Though he knew that his arch-nemesis was far less inclined to tamper with matters involving the arcane than he, in this city there were a number of troublesome things that he could apply that might cause incidents.
Though causing the spontaneous creation of an underwater structure overnight? Even he had to balk at such a thought.
"It is as Miss Obberhausen has said. Though I question the necessity of your direct aid, information, if you would be so kind as to provide it, would prove useful. Given our usual relationship, though, I doubt that you shall do so. Am I mistaken?"
The half-backhanded remark was made in a slightly sarcastic manner, as if goading the old man to prove them wrong. There was always the possibility of a lie or a half-truth, all things considered, but the Ruler himself did not expect this line of questioning to bear fruit.
@KoL@DocRock
At the Arena
The cloud of dust that had been momentarily kicked up by Mordred's decisive strike seemed to only give a bit of dramatic flair to the match, as by this point the Archer (whose countenance had hardened mid-fight) was now lying prone on the ground with his opponent's weapon aimed at his forehead. There was a moment of silence before Chiron smiled and raised his arms in defeat.
"This match is yours, Sir Mordred. I concede defeat."
Given that the other match had just about ended in a similarly decisive manner, those who had gathered to watch the spontaneous double exhibition match seemed to be charged with energy. The approval that the Knights had gathered from their victories... Well, that spoke for itself.
Once Mordred had relented and allowed Chiron to get off of the ground, the Archer brushed himself off and nodded towards his opponent, offering a handshake in turn.
"Of course, I cannot teach a person not willing to learn, but you certainly do seem like the type to refine your style in combat. I would recommend you continue to challenge yourself here; there are far better opponents than I suited for you."
Prologue
For ten years, war had engulfed the continent of Unira, permeating every last nook and cranny of the land. The aggressor, Emperor Lucius of the Volstanian Empire, found great success in the subjugation and destruction of the countries around him, and even when the remaining nations formed a coalition to combat the Volstanian forces, they found themselves being pushed further and further back. It was a futile war from an objective standpoint, but the cost of surrender that had been proposed by Lucius himself was far too high for the Tiarden Alliance to even consider that a course of action.
As the fighting dragged on and the Alliance was slowly picked apart, the nations who had banded together began to fall to despair. With all of their efforts being brought to naught and the Volstanian military slowly closing in, those who remained found themselves in dire straits. By this point, it was a given that they would die, regardless of whether or not they surrendered, and thus attempted to mount one last stand against their enemy.
This battle, which by all means should have ended with the destruction of the Tiarden Alliance, ended instead with a victory. Though the Volstanian forces were thus routed and forced to retreat, those who remained knew very well that the next assault would end in their defeat. To that end, the leaders of the Alliance decided to place their hopes in the future.
With the second assault over the horizon, those who stood out during the last battle—the heroes of the Alliance—were sealed away in a remote region of the land, in hopes that their return in the future would bring about the turnabout that they had desired. With the untested magic at its core, though, those who had been deemed 'heroes' would find themselves waking far later than the original heads of the Alliance had hoped.
Magic
Magic, as it is understood, works differently based on the method used to invoke it. To this end, there are two primary types of magic casting: external (circles, glyphs, etc.;) and internal (chants, incantations, etc.;). The method used, in essence, determines the source of mana, and thus its strengths and limitations. As a result of focused studies in regards to magecraft, however, advances have been made to the point where magic in either form can be regarded as a replacement for the development of firearms and other parallel technologies, which in turn has led to the creation of (somewhat limited) magitech. In other ways, however, both systems have been dissected in a manner similar to language and is often treated as such.
External magic draws from mana in its environment to cast, and is static in function once set in most cases. Circles, for example, will maintain their function so long as the inscribed systems are undamaged and will continue to perform once activated so long as they are not damaged. This is just as much of a downside as it is an upside, though, as they cannot be directly modified and can be canceled if something draws away the source of its power instead. In exchange, though, they are comparatively cost-efficient and occasionally stronger than their internal counterparts on the same scale. This also makes them quite reliable as enchantments, as they do not have to be consciously maintained by a user in turn.
Internal magic, in contrast, draws upon the mana of the user for activation. By nature, this makes them just as mobile as the caster if used to their utmost, and with proper training even the vocalization of magic can be omitted. That being said, synchronizing the magic alongside other users is far simpler than layering multiple external spells on top of one another, so it is generally preferred when executing more powerful spells.
So, I'm not going to go out of my way to hide that the world that the PCs will be returning to may have just gone through their fantasy equivalent of the Dark Ages with basically no Middle Eastern transcriptions to recover their knowledge from. The nations that the PCs have come from may or may not exist anymore, but the Volstanian Empire most certainly does, and all of the magical knowledge outlined above that the PCs should generally have...
Well, they're the last ones who have any degree of detailed understanding of those systems (and a lot of other things, possibly?) as far as they know.
Beyond that, though, Unira is in a state of comparative peace (if not mostly ignorance), and while a lot of the knowledge that had once been recorded has thus been lost and many of the intellectuals having long since passed on, much effort has been placed onto maintaining life in what one might otherwise consider a 'generic fantasy world'.
Yes, this means adventurers, monsters, and magic not on par to what would have otherwise been the norm for a few centuries' worth of time passing.
tl;dr: This is technically not an isekai, but also technically is. Also if you want to use, like, reverse Samurai Jack as a point of reference, you can. To a point. Yeah. Also expect the usual anime-esque power scaling; you know the deal.
(Also, I've taken inspiration from, like, seven or eight different series for this, so if the question is 'did you take inspiration from X series', the answer is probably 'yes'.)
Questions? Concerns? You know the deal. Have an early form down below so you can prepare something before this hits the big time.
The building that stood waiting for the group as they arrived was relatively undamaged as far as the ruins went; despite the toll that time had taken from the rest of its surroundings, this one in particular—marked with a single torch, its flame burning against a darkened backdrop of a ruined town—seemed to have escaped the worst of things. The door to the building itself, wooden and shoddily made, was half ajar. Though not fully opened, the stale air that seemed to pass through the small gap was drenched with energy that, to even those only marginally aware of the arcane, would feel incredibly wrong.
The land past the door, however, would show no sign of the corruption that lay beneath the earth; at least, not at first glance. What instead lay before those who passed through the door was a desiccated town, with few residents in sight, if any. The location that they had entered from—the back of a stagecoach—was worn, and though the driver of the vehicle found the cast in their distinctly anachronistic outfits odd, paid them no mind.
A closer glance around would show that the town was in a far worse state than it might have initially seemed, with every building in sight falling apart in near-abandonment. Boarded up windows and holes in roofs seemed to be the least of the townsfolk's worries; least of all the old man seated at the ruined stone statue in the center of the square. The permanent smile, etched on his face despite his attempts to cover it up, clashed with the nature of the town itself. That being said, the oddities that had made themselves known were paid no mind by any of those present.
If any could be said to be in the first place, at least.
@VitaVitaAR@KoL@Rune_Alchemist@Crusader Lord
The land past the door, however, would show no sign of the corruption that lay beneath the earth; at least, not at first glance. What instead lay before those who passed through the door was a desiccated town, with few residents in sight, if any. The location that they had entered from—the back of a stagecoach—was worn, and though the driver of the vehicle found the cast in their distinctly anachronistic outfits odd, paid them no mind.
A closer glance around would show that the town was in a far worse state than it might have initially seemed, with every building in sight falling apart in near-abandonment. Boarded up windows and holes in roofs seemed to be the least of the townsfolk's worries; least of all the old man seated at the ruined stone statue in the center of the square. The permanent smile, etched on his face despite his attempts to cover it up, clashed with the nature of the town itself. That being said, the oddities that had made themselves known were paid no mind by any of those present.
If any could be said to be in the first place, at least.
@VitaVitaAR@KoL@Rune_Alchemist@Crusader Lord
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