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Gaia Frontier (5e)

https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/11795 just checking to see if Dormic's being honest, or if he seems to be holding other intentions @Lucius Cypher

Gaia Frontier (5e)

Kael'thas

Name: Kael'thas Minathil
Race: Half-Elf
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Appearance:

Appearance

Level: 0
Proficiency: +1
Health: 2
Stats:
Strength - 14 (+2)
Dexterity - 10 (+0)
Constitution - 13 (+1)
Intelligence - 14 (+2)
Wisdom - 14 (+2)
Charisma - 12 (+1)

Proficient Skills: Arcana (+3), Insight (+3), Persuasion (+2), Religion (+3)
Proficient Tools: Lute

Traits:
Darkvision - Thanks to your elf blood, you have superior vision in dark and dim conditions. You can see in dim light within 60 feet of you as if it were bright light, and in darkness as if it were dim light. You can't discern color in darkness, only shades of gray.

Fey Ancestry - You have advantage on saving throws against being charmed, and magic can't put you to sleep.

Skill Versatility - You gain proficiency in two skills of your choice

Languages - You can speak, read, and write Common, Elvish, Dwarvish, and Orc.

Knightly Regard - You receive shelter and succor from members of your knightly order and those who are sympathetic to its aims. If your order is a religious one, you can gain aid from temples and other religious communities of your deity. Knights of civic orders can get help from the community- whether a lone settlement or a great nation that they serve, and knights of philosophical orders can find help from those they have aided in pursuit of their ideals, and those who share those ideals. This help comes in the form of shelter and meals, and healing when appropriate, as well as occasionally risky assistance, such as a band of local citizens rallying to aid a sorely pressed knight in a fight, or those who support the order helping to smuggle a knight out of town when he or she is being hunted unjustly.

Abilities: None
Inventory: One set of traveler's clothes, insignia of New Dawn, the handle of malleo aurorae, and a pouch containing 10 gp
Background:

Son of the Legendary Human Paladin Bedivere Minathil; leader of the enigmatic Order of New Dawn, and prominent Elven mage
Melora Sunheart, Kael'thas has lived a life of high expectation. From the tender age of three, he was trained in the ways of a paladin by his father, not in magic, but in faith, wisdom, duty, and even a bit of arcane knowledge. On his tenth birthday, the man he knew as his father had disappeared, his bright smile, and warming presence replace by a cold, gaunt figure, haunted by an unseen foe. For the next five years, his father was rarely home, always seemingly bound to an unending task.
Heartbroken, the young Kael'thas trained diligently, every day to become someone his father could be proud of, doing his best to embody honor, justice, and virtue. Before long, the young aspiring Paladin became known as the hero of his village, not for protecting it from bandits, beasts, and monsters; but by aiding it's people, be they rich, poor, cursed, or crippled.
On his fifteenth birthday, the father he had known returned, with him he brought a hammer, shield, leather armor, and most valuable at all; news that his grand quest neared it's end. That night, after an amazing day of celebration, Bedivere pulled his son aside, and revealed the truth unto his progeny. For the last five years, he'd been hunting Basileus, herald of Asmodeus. That devil had been a slippery bastard, but the Order of New Dawn had finally tracked the demon into the deep frontier.
The old Paladin promised his son, that in exactly one year's time, he would return. No more work, no more quests. He would finally turn his son into a TRUE warrior of the light. The next morning, Kael'thas bid his father goodbye, excited for his return.

That day never came...

A year and a half later, the handle of Malleo Aurorae, a legendary hammer said to be born in the divine forge of Torag himself, the very hammer wielded by Kael's father, was found next to an insignia on the doorstep of their house.
For three days, Kael did not eat, sleep, talk, or drink. But on the forth day, he sold the gifts his father had brought him on his fifteenth birthday, and used the money to buy passage to frontier town; the last place Bedivere had been seen. It was time for Kael to follow his destiny, and avenge his father.

Gaia Frontier (5e)

Kael'thas

Name: Kael'thas Menhathael
Race: Half-Elf
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Appearance:

Appearance

Level: 0
Proficiency: +1
Health: 2
Stats:
Strength - 14 (+2)
Dexterity - 10 (+0)
Constitution - 13 (+1)
Intelligence - 14 (+2)
Wisdom - 14 (+2)
Charisma - 12 (+1)

Proficient Skills: Arcana (+3), Insight (+3), Persuasion (+2), Religion (+3)
Proficient Tools: Lute

Traits:
Darkvision - Thanks to your elf blood, you have superior vision in dark and dim conditions. You can see in dim light within 60 feet of you as if it were bright light, and in darkness as if it were dim light. You can't discern color in darkness, only shades of gray.

Fey Ancestry - You have advantage on saving throws against being charmed, and magic can't put you to sleep.

Skill Versatility - You gain proficiency in two skills of your choice

Languages - You can speak, read, and write Common, Elvish, Dwarvish, and Orc.

Knightly Regard - You receive shelter and succor from members of your knightly order and those who are sympathetic to its aims. If your order is a religious one, you can gain aid from temples and other religious communities of your deity. Knights of civic orders can get help from the community- whether a lone settlement or a great nation that they serve, and knights of philosophical orders can find help from those they have aided in pursuit of their ideals, and those who share those ideals. This help comes in the form of shelter and meals, and healing when appropriate, as well as occasionally risky assistance, such as a band of local citizens rallying to aid a sorely pressed knight in a fight, or those who support the order helping to smuggle a knight out of town when he or she is being hunted unjustly.

Abilities: None
Inventory: One set of traveler's clothes, insignia of New Dawn, the handle of malleo aurorae, and a pouch containing 10 gp
Background:

Son of the Legendary Human Paladin Bedivere Menhathael; leader of the enigmatic Order of New Dawn, and prominent Elven mage
Melora Sunheart, Kael'thas has lived a life of high expectation. From the tender age of three, he was trained in the ways of a paladin by his father, not in magic, but in faith, wisdom, duty, and even a bit of arcane knowledge. On his tenth birthday, the man he knew as his father had disappeared, his bright smile, and warming presence replace by a cold, gaunt figure, haunted by an unseen foe. For the next five years, his father was rarely home, always seemingly bound to an unending task.
Heartbroken, the young Kael'thas trained diligently, every day to become someone his father could be proud of, doing his best to embody honor, justice, and virtue. Before long, the young aspiring Paladin became known as the hero of his village, not for protecting it from bandits, beasts, and monsters; but by aiding it's people, be they rich, poor, cursed, or crippled.
On his fifteenth birthday, the father he had known returned, with him he brought a hammer, shield, leather armor, and most valuable at all; news that his grand quest neared it's end. That night, after an amazing day of celebration, Bedivere pulled his son aside, and revealed the truth unto his progeny. For the last five years, he'd been hunting Basileus, herald of Asmodeus. That devil had been a slippery bastard, but the Order of New Dawn had finally tracked the demon into the deep frontier.
The old Paladin promised his son, that in exactly one year's time, he would return. No more work, no more quests. He would finally turn his son into a TRUE warrior of the light. The next morning, Kael'thas bid his father goodbye, excited for his return.

That day never came...

A year and a half later, the handle of Malleo Aurorae, a legendary hammer said to be born in the divine forge of Torag himself, the very hammer wielded by Kael's father, was found next to an insignia on the doorstep of their house.
For three days, Kael did not eat, sleep, talk, or drink. But on the forth day, he sold the gifts his father had brought him on his fifteenth birthday, and used the money to buy passage to frontier town; the last place Bedivere had been seen. It was time for Kael to follow his destiny, and avenge his father.

Re: Zero: The High Council

Aaron Yang

The Golden Quarter

@catchamber@ERode@Letter Bee@Seirei No Hai@Tenma Tendo@Letter Bee@BrokenPromise

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"Al Huma"

A chill rolled down Aaron's spine as the distorted voice broke his trance.  Looking forward, the already confused teen witnessed a truly horrifying sight.  Before his very eyes, one of the others from earth internally froze to death, their body developing numerous dark bruises as they fell to the ground.  'HOLY SHIT!!!' he thought as he became paralyzed with fear,  'Why now??? We all just got here the fuck did we do wrong???'

”I don't think it's unfair to assume that you know you're in deep shit right now, is it?” began the man that had just casually committed murder in broad daylight,”We're going to skip the part where I casually explain to the lot of you that you're enemies of the state. The king does not appreciate cultists, less so if they insist on disturbing the peace.” Leveling a pointed finger at Aaron's group, 'Mono' leveled his accusation, ”You fucking cultists are going to tell me what the fuck is going on before I fucking end you right-fucking-now!” 'Is this guy part of some sort of medieval inquisition?'

Millions of questions raced through Aaron's head as his shaking hand wiped the tears from his fearful, unblinking eyes. However, before any of the accused could reply, two female natives (thankfully) spoke out in the teenagers' defense. As Ashton; one of the other people sent to this strange world, testified before their murderous accuser, the knot in his chest slowly began to loosen... At least until the girl who had been silent up till now came to the end of her appeal, "What I do know is that you best choose your next act wisely, mortal." 'Oh Shit...'"For the gods are watching, and what they do to you if you disrespect their servants will be far worse than anything you can do."

Alarms went off like crazy in Aaron's head as he slowly turned toward the girl with a horrified look. 'Is she TRYING to get us killed?' With a gulp the teenager turned toward the terrifying figure before him. "Uh- I'm s-sorry if our sudden appearance was disruptive sir," Aaron nervously began, his body visibly shaking in fear, "W-w-we didn't get sent here of our own accord. I, was actually in the m-middle of a suicide attempt, before suddenly appearing in the middle of this street..."

Tipping his head back, Aaron reveals the bruising, very recent mark of what was obviously a rope around his neck.

"I know y-you probably don't care what we say, but please, all I ask is that you give us a chance to prove our innocence... I swear, to all the gods of this world, that we are not cultists... J-just please, give us a chance." the boy pleaded as he closed his eyes, prepared for the worst.

From the weakest goblin to the Strongest god

expect a post from me within the next two days, Ive had quite a busy week

From the weakest goblin to the Strongest god

@Jangel13 both

From the weakest goblin to the Strongest god

@Jangel13 Ren is bigger than the other hobgoblins correct?

I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes!

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@Zeroth@Gardevoiran@King Cosmos@Kazemitsu@SilverPaw@Searat

Jason lightly chuckled at Asura's comment, fortunately for the group, this highly unstable explosives were extremely common in his home country.  'Don't worry Asura,' he responded through [Telepathy II],  'I have MUCH more experience with dangerous explosives than most.' 

As his 'brother' headed off into the shadows with M.S., Jason heard a faint, child-like scream off in the distance. What it was, the slime mage couldn't tell, but one thing was certain: the goblins were on the move.

As of now, it appeared as if the goblins were only at the entrance, and making slow forward progress.  Good, this meant he still had a tiny bit of time to work on his psionics.  With how close he was to finishing the development of his 'psychic field' ability, Jason figured that he had just enough time to complete the skill.  

Focusing his mind, Jason began channeling [Tremor Sense II] and [Telepathy II] from where he left off; where the skill had finally started aligning with the same sort of energy fluctuations that he felt from Telepathy.   Then, as if slowly turning a dial, the slime mage gradually continued to further the alignment.

The warlord was determined to continue channeling until one of three things happened;

1- He got the skill

2- The light from the torches drew too close for comfort (about row E)

3- Attacked by a 'random encounter'

As Jason poured all his will and mana into his 'psychic field', he desperately hoped that his gamble would be worth it, if not, this could be the end of both him, and his allies.

(In the event that he runs out of mana before any of the three conditions are fulfilled, Jason will consume one of the mana crystals in his inventory)

From the weakest goblin to the Strongest god

@Wildman13 doing well, lots of college work though. Yourself?

I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes!

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@Zeroth@floodtalon@Gardevoiran@King Cosmos@Kazemitsu@SilverPaw@Searat

Looking over his newly changed body, Jason huffed a sigh of displeasure. Now he was gonna stick out like a sore thumb, what's more; he looked fucking ridiculous. Quickly using the source crystal on himself, Jason turned toward  Rain and Asteria, as they had been the only ones so far to address him. Reaching out a pseudopod, and activating  [Telepathy II], 'Indeed I have,' he responded to the both of them before Rain scurried off.

Listening to Asteria's report, Jason nodded, 'Thank you for the Intel Asteria, I think using the pit as a trap is an excellent idea. I leave that to you while I try to finish defensive preparation' he telepathically replied whilst using [Magic Analysis I] on his newly upgraded ability.

Turning to the butchered lizard corpses, an idea formed in Jason's head; if mana crystals could take on new properties, such as the flame touched crystals, perhaps adding fanged lizard venom to a normal mana crystal, could create a poison tainted mana crystal! Thus, by Binding Together a flame-touched crystal, and a poison-tainted crystal, something equivalent to a poison grenade could be created!

Creating a small divot in the ground, Jason dragged the remains of the lizards to his imitation of the Alchemy bowl used by the other humans earlier. Wriggling a pseudopod inside of each lizard, the slime mage fished out each lizard's poison sacs. Pointing their fangs into the created bowl, Jason lightly squeezed each sac, milking as much venom as he could into the divot he created. After squeezing the venom out of each lizard into the divot, he used [Material Analysis I] to ensure that it was working, then he added a mana crystal. If successful in creating a poison-tainted Mana crystal, Jason would pull a lung from one of the corpses. Sucking in a puff of air, he lightly inflated the lung and proceeded to stuff both the poison tainted mana crystal he just created, as well as a flame-touched mana crystal into the tight, fleshy bag. Examining his new creation, Jason felt a sense of pride, hopefully this poison grenade would do it's job.

Now onto other things, Jason began to ponder how to take down Rattleskull. With all the evolved goblin's experiences taken into consideration, it was unlikely that rock spire would be an effective or efficient way of dealing with him. The warlord needed a new weapon, something that fucking monkey had never encountered before....

Then it hit him.

PSIONICS!!! Considering the mental faculties of the goblins, mental warfare could yeild potentially lethel results. However, at the moment, Jason's only psychic power was communication, even more concerning, he'd needed to experiment on his allies in order to develop it. However... since this would be a skill meant to attack, rather than communicate, could he not test it on himself? Besides, since psychic power was will made manifest through mana, perhaps Jason could crystallize his understanding of the spell's, and minimize the need for actual testing.

Clearing his his crowded mind, Jason pictured a glass sphere that had a valve at it's from. This sphere was how Jason chose to picture the mind; enclosed, protected, but able to be peered into, and if the valve (representing the 'invisible connection') was opened; accessed.

With a target lain before him, Jason envisioned his assault. Small incopreal tendrils of psionic energy began to wrap around the sphere, slowly constricting and causing the sphere to begin to warp, and crack... and then, it shattered.

Jason pictured this mental scenario several times, yet something seemed... off. The end came too quickly, as if minds were fragile, brittle things. No, that was far from the truth, minds could bend, warp, split, and even fight back. For now, it appeared that crushing the minds of his foes may be beyond Jason's abilities, as well as understanding. This is why mental repetition was important for a warrior of any kind to practice, it allowed them a better understanding of how each motion, strike, and decision, on more than just a physical level.

The slime continued to ponder, he needed a foundation on which he could build his psychic abilities... Though his telepathy was certainly a promising candidate, in it's current state, it just wasn't enough. Jason's mind began to wander, eventually settling on the memory of him first developing Tremor Sense. Of course! Tremor Sense was seemingly the foundation of all earth-based magic, as it allowed it's user to familiarize themself to the magic energies of the earth. Thus, assuming all magic schools had a 'base ability' akin to Tremor Sense, Jason could easily use his current magical knowledge to apply new elemental affinities to skills he already knew.

Jason was ecstatic, he'd possibly just made a breakthrough. Hopefully, by combining traits of Tremor Sense and Telepathy; both skills of level II, he could easily create an entirely new one. Clearing his mind, he began his final pre-battle experiment.

Clearing his mind, Jason activated [Tremor Sense II], focusing it not into the ground, but into the space surrounding him. Carefully, he felt the flow of his mana, the way it reverberated, and interacted with the space around him. Once comfortable with his understanding of how [Tremor Sense II] behaved, Jason carefully gathered psychic mana from [Telepathy II] in his core. Slowly, he began to use the gathered psychic mana to sustain [Tremor Sense II]. Jason poured all of his willpower into this attempt to create a 'psychic field'; which, if his theory was correct, would provide a building block for new psychic skills to be formed upon. As his mana and mental strength began to wane, Jason used [Magic Analyisis I] to see the fruits of his labor, and ceased channeling the experimental magic.

Consuming the last crystal in his inventory, Jason flopped over to the stash and snatched up three more before heading back over to his 'grenade', readying himself for the fight ahead.