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That would definitely be doable.

Does anyone else have a specific idea already?
Glad to see people are interested. So tell me, does anyone have an idea already of where they would like their champion to be from?
The Tri-Wizard Tournament is a chance for young witches and wizards from different cultures to meet and learn from each other! Well, er, different European cultures. And, uh, only three of them.

Except that we know there are wizards all over the world, so imagine another tournament, seeking to unite all of the wizarding world(or, more than just three schools in one continent, at least).

Obviously the name will change, but that will depend on how many schools we actually end up representing. We might be a Pentawizard Tournament, or even a Decawizard Tournament! In any event, the concept for this RP is a modern tournament amongst the world's wizarding schools. There will be more of an element of collaborative story telling, rather than a straight up GM-Player relationship. Each player will represent a school. Obviously Hogwarts, Durmstrang and Beaubatons will all represent(I hope people don't consider them to be too boring...), but we could also have a school from America(not necessarily Ilvermorny) or somewhere in Asia. A Japanese school? Indian? Tibetan? What about South America, or Africa? Are there wizards in Antarctica?! It all depends on what people want to see/create.

So there's the concept. Some of us will be using established canon schools, and others will be making them up. I trust everyone will have enough of a feel for the world to make them mesh well together. We'll have new tasks that will depend greatly on player creativity to find solutions for(and this will almost definitely involve inventing areas of magic not touched on in canon). I'll likely have at least some kind of ranking or stat block for character skills. The most basic would just be ranking the classic subjects by your character's skill level. If people are into it, I love using actual stat and dice systems, but I know that's not always the popular way to go, so just saying what we're good and bad at might be the most of it.

What do people think? Have some of you, perhaps, already considered exactly what wizarding cultures are like in other areas of the world that we never see?
Hey, I’m interested too. Don’t know if it’s just me and Ultra, though, so maybe you don’t have any more room.

Would you be interested in a small group rp(3-4 players)? Something fantasy, probably original world, with a lot of collaboration in the story and worldbuilding.
He was starting to wonder about the true nature of this dream. He had it every night, and it varied only slightly.

Eroebus was wading in a river of pale water. The sky was equally white; from apex to horizon, no difference could be seen. It might be easy to get lost, though that idea had no meaning as there was nothing here to get lost from. Though the water was up to his knees, and his robes grazed the surface, neither cloth nor skin felt wet. In point of fact, nothing felt like much of anything. It was neither cold nor warm.

He was not alone. He never was. There were others, but none of them were standing, awake and alive. All of the others were floating, face to the sky, eyes closed and peaceful, with the gentle flow of the river. The flow of bodies was usually fairly slow and steady, and most were notably elderly. There was the odd younger man, woman, or(and Eroebus wasn’t sure why it distressed him so much) child. The gray waters made a gentle trickling that almost drowned out the voices from upriver. Mostly murmurs, indistinct, and some crying. Every once in a while there was a particularly anguished wail.

There wasn’t much to do or see most of the time. As Eroebus stood, though, he heard the distant sounds of a fight. Though he hadn’t partaken in violence personally in years, he recognized the sound of a battle the way others know the sound of a city market, or a barn full of animals.
These noises heralded a noticeable upturn in the frequency of the floating bodies, particularly young men. He watched the gloriously fallen drift by, every once in a while touching one gently on the face or chest. He wasn’t sure why he did that, but it made him feel better, and he had the unshakable feeling that they felt some peace from it as well.


He awoke undramatically and rose from his bug ridden bed, and once again found himself in macabre company.

“Nights filled with the dead, mornings filled with carrion birds,” he murmured, staring down the oddly silent raven that stood on the sill of his squalid room’s glassless window. He crossed the room and took the the scrap of paper that the bird held. He found himself strangely unsurprised by the message. It was probably time to move on anyway.

May 15th

Eroebus arrived at the Silver Crow quietly, and quickly found a member of a friendly mercenary clan whose hospitality he could take advantage of, needing only to show him the Golden Ram insignia branded on his forearm.

The easy part over with, he sat at a table, not quite in the center of the room, but not too far out of the way either, and started to shuffle his cards quite loudly. They were almost more like tiles, each card painted on a wafer thin cedar plank, and he could produce a lovely clacking noise when he wanted to.

“Fortunes!” he crooned to the bar at large, “Read from pizar cards, guided by the gods depicted on them!” Some looked at him, some ignored. That was fine, he threw the finishing touch on his pitch, “A word of caution to any partakers! I do not claim to know the future, only to read the portents.” This part was important. Prophets were rare, and seldom believed, but most everyone trusted a proper omen.

I hope so, I absolutely imagine Eroebus having just as much experience with fighting creatures as with people.
Cool! So he would have been short term help, during a slow period for business(so, a time of relative peace). Though not much older, he looks a lot worse than when Jason knew him before. Thinner, hair and beard unkempt, that sort of thing.

Eroebus would tend toward the casual and irreverent, but is well disciplined and hops to work immediately when called. Away from the normal environment of battles and war camps, he probably had to be reminded occasionally that he wasn’t there to chat with the employees. But, he worked for a well respected mercenary company, and reputation alone made him useful to have around.
He would sometimes call Jason “captain” out of habit, especially in response to a given command.

How did Jason treat the guards he hired? And what sort of attitude did he have towards them?

I don’t know if you or anyone cares for their characters to have prior experience with each other, but if you like, Eroebus could have been one of the mercenaries that Jason hires to guard the Silken Flute.
That last part can be edited out if they do not actually leave.
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