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Adelon: Steeling the Faith (High-Casual)

Get to it when you can guys, goodness knows its a busy time of year, other business aside!

Adelon: Steeling the Faith (High-Casual)

Well there's the first IC post, figured didn't have to be anything massive. Let 'er rip, guys!

Adelon: Steeling the Faith (High-Casual)

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On board the Marigold, in the Thalassa Sea

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Under the heat of the summer sun the Marigold, clad in its golden paint which gave its namesake, swayed upon the open water. White surf lapped against her reinforced hulls and the occasional spray surged over the edges, delighting the passengers on the decks above. She was fashioned to take storms and surfs higher than her cabins, a casual trip like this barely registered for her or her crew. The captain took a stroll around the deck, greeting crew and patrons alike. A man of many seasons and even more voyages his tanned, wrinkled skin clashed with the stark-white attire he wore. And beneath the brim of his cap were his eyes shone with an exuberance befitting someone of many years younger than himself. All his life he'd been on the ocean in some capacity, and not once had he lost his love of it. Though gone were his days of leading vessels into battle he still found delight in being upon the water, even if to only ferry people to and fro.

"Cap'n, we should reach port in a few hours, sir!"

"Excellent, let the crew know we'll be making landfall soon," replied the captain, a toothy grin on his face as he looked out to sea, "Galloway's a-waiting, and we're ahead of schedule. Let the boys know once we reach port we'll be heading to the taverns, I think you've all earned a bit of fun."

Excited, the deckhand saluted before hurrying inside to spread the good news. These kids worked hard so it was only right to let them enjoy themselves. They would be in Galloway a few days anyway, being restocked and awaiting the next load of passengers. Adjusting the brim of his hat, the captain smiles, watching a pair of children run by him, chasing one another. An adult, presumably their father, chases after them while shouting about minding the edges.

"The rails are there for a reason, sir!" he calls with a laugh, though he's certain the man doesn't hear him. Folding his hands behind his back the captain resumed his tour, greeting the occasional passenger and exchanging pleasantries. It certainly was a stark contrast from his old life, but it was a contrast he liked. He loved people - the good kind of people, he knew well enough not everyone was agreeable - and a chance to meet new faces was one of the many perks of his station. They took all kinds of folks aboard, each with their own stories, their own adventures, and often times he got to hear those. Few jobs enriched your world quite like his own.

Spotting a lone passenger near the bow of the boat he approached the young man, noting how he was leaned over the rails. Standing at the boy's back he leaned over and confirmed what he'd expected: seasickness. Smiling sympathetically he reached out and pat the boy on the shoulder, a hearty laugh bellowing from his stomach. "Not everyone can find their sea legs I suppose! You'll be glad to hear we're nearly at shore, just bear with it a little longer."

Ethan didn't so much as lift his head from its position, merely raising a hand and giving a thumbs up for confirmation. That was a godsend, though it would be even better had it come several hours earlier. For a luxury ship this journey had been anything but luxurious. The captain gave him another word of encouragement that went unheard as the splashing of water drowned it out. Left alone again Ethan let out a groan, picking himself up and steadying himself with the railing. He couldn't wait until they got back to land and he could actually stand without feeling ill. He swore he was going to kiss the ground as soon as the ship made it to port.

"Still losing your lunch, eh?" a man called, and Ethan turned to see one of his companions. Kent, if he remembered right. He'd only met the man before they set sail and, having spent most of his time along the ships rails, hadn't much socialized.

"If I even had anything to eat," Ethan replied somberly, groaning as he returned to his post, covering his hand with his mouth and letting out a belch. "I just want to be in Galloway already, this boat is killing me."

Kent rolled his eyes, reaching out and grabbing Ethan's shirt. The boy protested and tried to hold his grip on the railing but was overpowered, whining as he was stood up straight. "Don't forget why we're on this ship, kid. You can't do your job if you're busy staring at the water." Reaching into his pocket he pulled a small vial out, shoving it into Ethan's hands. "Peppermint, drink it. At the very least you'll be able to walk without looking like you'll pass out."

"Yeah, th-thanks!" Uncorking the bottle and swallowing the contents in one go Ethan shuddered, his face contorting at the overwhelming taste. Kent was already on his way back underside, leaving him be once again. Smacking his lips and resisting the strong urge to spit up what he'd drank he pocketed the bottle, taking small steps as he willed himself away from the edge. Just a few more hours, he could bear it.

Adelon: Steeling the Faith (High-Casual)

Looks a-ok to me! :D

Adelon: Steeling the Faith (High-Casual)

@Raylah

Then looks like you're all good!

Adelon: Steeling the Faith (High-Casual)

@Raylah

The only thing I'd say - for now anyways - is maybe pick either the fire OR ice arrows. Really it's not so bad having both, but trying to keep characters relatively simple to start :) The tracking's fine on both accounts, I like it!

Adelon: Steeling the Faith (High-Casual)

@Artymis

Sure do! Giving it a bit before we get things running.

Adelon: Steeling the Faith (High-Casual)

Name: Ethan Campbell

Race: Muran

Age: 20

Appearance:

Ethan Campbell

Art done by Midorynn!

Magic:

• Speed Magic - Ethan accelerates himself using air magic, running and striking much quicker than a normal fighter.
• Air Burst Magic - Releasing concentrated bursts of air magic, Ethan can knock away opponents, deflect attacks or launch himself to high places - the latter of which he rarely uses, poor landing strategies.

Gear:

• A bo staff, made of treated snakewood with small steel rings around the ends, both reinforcing and packing an extra punch with strikes.
• A small, wrist-mounted launcher which contains woven steel coils. Used to swing himself in conjunction with his magic for excellent maneuverability. More often than not ends up flying into something.

Brief history: From the tiny forest town of Kinsgrove, Ethan is a novice Magi and hapless explorer. He grew up enamored by guards, the concept of upholding the justice and maintaining the peace. Even at a young age he hurried along the brave men and women of Kinsgrove, and more often than not snuck along during patrols to see them in action. He would frequently be seen in town, wooden sword in hand, helping guards with their day-to-day activities. When he grew up he was determined to join them and help keep Kinsgrove and the surrounding lands peaceful and quiet for all of its residents.

Ethan would have his chance at playing peacekeeper, though not in the way he had hoped. In a regular training session with the town's resident Magi, an old man by the name of Cedric, members of the Church visited the town. Practicing magic was explicitly forbidden without license, this was known but kept quiet. For who was going to turn in a child and a beloved, long time citizen of their village? Though their first offense the Church made an extreme declaration: both Cedric and Ethan would be taken away and sentenced within one of the cities. In the blink of an eye Ethan's world changed and he found himself in a wholly new environment, the one person he knew carted off to a cell somewhere.

His fate would be a bit different. Instead of being locked up as a prisoner he would be changed into a Hunter for the Church. With very little formal training both in magic and swordplay he had a lot of work to do. When it became apparent they could not instruct him in any reasonable amount of time he was passed, declared a Hunter and relegated to simple jobs. Help to settle local disputes, clean up the city, and on a very rare occasion, actually accompany other Hunters to find a Magi. He preferred the menial tasks: dragging people into custody was never enjoyable and he never quite felt like he was dishing out justice. But he hadn't a choice, he was a Hunter now, and he'd do as the Church told him.

Adelon: Steeling the Faith (High-Casual)

FINALLY done! It's a lot of reading, but that's everything we'll need to get started :)

Adelon: Steeling the Faith (High-Casual)

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Races of Adelon

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Muran

Humans, in the simplest terms. The most numerous of races in Adelon, and thus disproportionately holding the most positions of power within the kingdom. As the leader of the Nine Saints himself was a Muran, many credit themselves as being the true leaders. The result of this mindset has brought about no small degree of discrimination and bias towards other races of peoples. Murans - particularly in the larger cities - often own companies which employ other races, and often times they are treated as little more than cattle. Not to say that all Murans are bad, far from it, but it only takes a few to give them a bad name. Within the major cities and settlements they are viewed favorably, as the majority of those locales feature predominantly Muran populations. Other regions of the kingdom are less welcoming, some less so than others.

Murans are arguably the weakest race in terms of magic. Powerful Muran Magi do exist, but their numbers are far and few between. To make up for their shortcomings they accelerated technology and its development, being one of the chief proponents of the change in culture of the kingdom. It should come as little surprise then that the Murans benefit the most from this change, while other races - far more attuned to magic and the environment at large - suffer for it. And the Church - another predominantly Muran construct - is only too happy to support these changes.

Divined

No race of people are more magically adept than the Divined. Graceful beings with soft features, vibrantly colored hair, unusually pale skin and renown for their temperament, the Divined are the poster child for the current events of Adelon. Reliant so much on magic and the perpetuation of its use they have suffered by far the most with these changes. Though unrivaled in spellcraft they are physically weaker than other races, and more susceptible to illness without magic. Many have gone into cities to act as healers, or join the Church for an opportunity to practice magic without fear of punishment. Those who do not have built up small communities well out of reach of the Church,
becoming isolated as they cling to their way of life and the practice of magic. When in the cities, Divined have a tendency to wear concealing clothing, trying to mask themselves as much as possible for fear of scrutiny.

Dimuran

Physiologically similar to Murans - hence the name - Dimurans are a hardy peoples. In place of body hair they grow scales, tough enough to match some forms of armor. Horns sprout from their heads, tails are grown, and their irises are often slits. Many people liken their appearance to that of dragons, though they are more Muran in appearance than beast. Originating mainly from deserts of neighboring kingdoms, Dimurans have mostly taken up residence along Adelon's rocky plateaus and near geothermal vents. They are considered brutish by nature, known to be a warring peoples and highly aggressive. With their tendency for combat they have also gained an unfortunate label of being the dullest of all races, and any jobs given to Dimurans tend to consist of menial labor or mercenary work. Their martial prowess is exceptional as they are trained to fight at an early age, and very few would consider themselves an equal to them in combat. Plenty would think they could outwit one however.

Varuna

Where the Dimura took to plateaus and fiery chasms for their home, Varuna found their homes in the shores of Adelon - and sometimes beneath the waves. Aquatic humanoids, the Varuna are stout, have brightly colored skin with varied patterns, webbed digits, and large eyes ideal for seeing in low light settings. All Varuna are capable of breathing under water - very few are naturally able to breathe on land. To remedy this their people developed a breathing apparatus while on land, allowing them to spend extended periods out of the water. Their knowledge of Adelon's waterways and the sea is unparalleled, and one will be hard pressed to find a better helmsman or guide across the kingdom. Constant travel has made them exceptional as traders as well, and many merchants are Varuna. Their propensity for water is twofold: some have taken to the less amicable side of things and become pirates. When set upon one of Adelon's bodies of water travelers would be well pressed to exercise caution until they know what kind of Varuna they are dealing with.

Ydra

The Ydra are a nomadic race of hunter-gatherers. Originally hailing from Adelon's forests and the northern steppes, they like many other races have dispersed throughout the kingdom. A proud race, and deservedly so, they are renown for their knowledge of the land, as well as their exceptional sense of sight and hearing. A pure-blooded Ydra has angular features and long ears, though in every other sense resemble Murans. Having been so close to nature for so long, Ydrans are particularly sensitive to the energies around them, similar to the Divined. This connection to the world gives them the second highest rate of Magi of any race. Ydra are exceptional in the way they are able to tame and breed animals. Nearly all Ydra outside of the city has an animal companion, and the more dangerous a beast, the more successful they are seen as a tamer. Some keep their companions in the city as pets as well, though this can be tricky depending on the animal.

Naga

The Naga are the newest race to join the lands of Adelon. Having only begun migrating to the kingdom within the last few decades, they are still seen as an uncertainty by many. Naga have had an increasingly difficult time adapting to the customs of the kingdom and its laws, and the Church's reluctance to fully welcome them as citizens as opposed to refugees leaves them open to discrimination. Within cities they are often shunned and at times even openly beaten, with many establishments refusing to serve what they deem "thieves" and "leeches". In some regards these harsh labels are not without merit - many Naga have been forced to take to unsavory lifestyles to make ends meet. In appearance they are humanoid-serpents: their torsos and heads resemble Muran features, though they have scales in place of skin, and their facial features resemble that of snakes. Their lower bodies are more that of a serpent, with their entire body being covered in scales and often sporting a variety of patterns and colors.

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Character Sheet

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Keeping these brief because I personally think it's more fun to reveal things IC. That said, write as much as you feel necessary!

Name: (Don't worry too much about naming conventions, but try being creative! A Varuna named "Chuck" would be unusual.)

Race: (From the "Races of Adelon" list above.)

Age: (Don't go too young, and don't go so old we have to carry oxygen tanks with us!)

Appearance: (An image or description is fine, or both if you really want to!)

Magic: (Doesn't need to be a specific element, and feel free to be creative with your magic! That said, do try keeping elements in mind.)

Gear: (This will change obviously as we go. But to start with, what does your character usually carry?)

Brief history: (Just a paragraph or two. We don't need a life story, even a scene will do, just something to tell us who your character is.)