Haha

𝘌𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘈𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘴 - 𝘈𝘳𝘤 𝘐: 𝘏𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘎𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘏𝘦𝘭𝘭

The Local

________________________________________ FARFA 22 | MASCULINE | DEMON _______________________________________________ ❏ CASTE: Street Rat ❏ AFFILIATIONS: Comoita Family, The Deckhands, The Stonemason’s Guild ❏ GOALS: To earn the respect of Don Comoita, help clear crime out of the shipping districts, and maybe make some friends along the way! _______________________________________________ TALENTS: ◆ Acrobatic “This boy could join a circus.” ◆ Silver-Tongue “He really gets along with shopkeepers.” ◆ Brawler “Wow, he can fist fight!” EQUIPMENT: ◆ A ton of knives. ◆ A runic scepter. ◆ Bags of vanishing powder.

Appearance ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ A demon right out of the fiery chasms of hell. If someone needed to draw a stereotypical infernal that tried to sneak into the sheets of women in the heat of night, that is Farfa. If someone tried tro describe a witty fiend that sold dark bargains to ambitious summoners, that is Farfa. But behind that sharp-toothed grin is the wholesome warmness of a boy who wants to do no wrong. He dresses in simple drab of brown, black, or grey to blend in amongst the commonfolk of Goeta. His tan skin is littered with scars to illustrate his willingness to throw himself into danger. He looks like a villain, but maybe he has the heart of a hero! Personality ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ He's too friendly. Sometimes he will gas you up with motivational speeches, in other circumstances he will unceremoniously try to cop a feel. Arcana ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Minor: The Five of Wands A flute! And when Farfa plays it, light is forced to dance. When the demon's lips meet the wood of the minor arcana's craft and his breath flows through to exhume a tune, all sources of light as far as his eyes can see are freed from whatever container traps them. The various globules of light are then drawn towards Farfa, bouncing along to notes he plays and leaving darkness in their wake. Once these sources of light reach the demon, they will float and dance around him until the song is completed. Once the song is completed, they will return to the sources they originated from.

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Hired Muscle

________________________________________ Shlit "Rooster" Shlat 29 | Male | Goblin _______________________________________________ ❏ BIRTHPLACE: Spawning Pens, Southeastern Realm ❏ CASTE: Alpha Goon ❏ AFFILIATIONS: Don Pepito, Thieves Guild, The Goeta Bank ❏ GOALS: "To make sure the Don is on top." _______________________________________________ TALENTS: ◆ Cutting ◆ Stabbing ◆ Yelling EQUIPMENT: ◆ A good club [Made of Elephant Bone] ◆ A good sword [Sized for Him] ◆ A shield

Appearance ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Rooster is a goblin built like a brick shithouse. His musculature is visibly defined, his beige-green skin is usually greased over with smudges of blood and crime, and his physiognomy could be summarized as /unpleasant/. Like all goblins, his nose and ears are large in comparison to other features. The hair on top of his head is bright red, unnaturally so, and some smelly material is brushed through to make it stick straight up into the air. This is why people call him Rooster. Personality ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Asshole. Arcana ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Major: The Justice Out of his seventy-six siblings, Rooster was the only one out of his entire clan to be born with an arcana. It first arose when he was raiding a village outside of Goeta with his older brother Shpit. He found himself cornered and about to be skewered with an ox-knight's glaive, but when he screamed "Miss!" the beastman's glaive seemed to swerve out of the way just in time. His arcana is developed, but not refined, he's only able to command simple actions like [open, close, lock, stop, and go].

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Debt Collector

________________________________________ Yrga 19 | Female | Orc _______________________________________________ ❏ BIRTHPLACE: Isle of Thunder, Western Realm ❏ CASTE: Thief, Seer, Bodyguard ❏ AFFILIATIONS: Comoita Family, Brustle Family, Don Pepito ❏ GOALS: "To cure the wounds in the land left by the Chosen." _______________________________________________ TALENTS: ◆ Spiritspeaking ◆ Whittling ◆ Stealing EQUIPMENT: ◆ Spiked Gauntlets ◆ Coin shoved between her tiddies. ◆ Flasks of hard liquor.

Appearance ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ This orc's skin is muddy brown and littered with all sorts of burn scars and other blemishes. There are small bone piercings through the skin on her shoulders, intentional patterns branded into her skin, and her tusks are pierced with a polished black metal. Yrga's hair is a mane of long dreaded black-brown that rests right above her cleavage. She has a lean worker's musculature and stands taller than your average human at the height of six feet and a few inches. Personality ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Chaotic bitch energy. Arcana ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Major: The World Yrga's arcana is highly developed and she is at the point where is able to quickly manifest intricate weapons and tools out of stone, wood, or metal. In Dante's Run there are a number of buildings with large chunks of brick & mortar missing from their exterior and Yrga is responsible for this. She is prone to getting into scuffles with unruly citizens, and when she is paid to set out for debt collection she has no reservations with turning the corner of a bookstore into a hammer to explode someone's head.

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^{"I wonder what's in the space between these lines. Must be the stuff that makes up the universe here. Oh, I like it when I speak and it comes out as blue - important things are happening now."}

𝘌𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘈𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘴 - 𝘈𝘳𝘤 𝘐: 𝘏𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘎𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘏𝘦𝘭𝘭

@Haha Will you make a 'Cord group for this?

@Shard

There you go.

𝘌𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘈𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘴 - 𝘈𝘳𝘤 𝘐: 𝘏𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘎𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘏𝘦𝘭𝘭

Barbatos

........................................................................................ ________________________________________ Barbatos Di Comoita 27 | Male | Demon _______________________________________________ ❏ BIRTHPLACE: Goeta City ❏ CASTE: Wealthy Family's 9th Son ❏ AFFILIATIONS: Comoita Family, Goeta Elite ❏ GOALS: Keep his family's favor; gain information on the Umbral Order; uncover who was, and possibly is, leaking information about Goeta's high profile citizens to outsiders _______________________________________________ TALENTS: ◆ Debt Collecting ◆ Investigation ◆ Free-running ◆ Street fighting EQUIPMENT: ◆ Matches ◆ Set of Knives ◆ First-Aid Kit ◆ Brim Stone ◆ The Ledger™

Appearance ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Barbatos stands at 5'11''. His physique is fit, and though he has several traits typical of demonkind unfortunately he looks closer to human than not - only two arms, two legs, and pale peach colored skin infrequently dotted with scar tissue. It's been said by many people, family and strangers, that his demon blood runs thin. What demonic traits he does sport include elongated ears and incisors, asymmetrical obsidian horns that sprout from his forehead, dark scales that run from his shoulder blades down his biceps and back, and a tail. His tail is not the stereotypical fork, rather it is more like a reptile's tail - thick, scaly, and long. His eyes are the same glowing, molten gold shared between all members of the Comoita family, so at least there is no denying his heritage. As for style, he usually dresses in clean, practical clothes and accessorizes with gold befitting his status. Personality ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Patient. Thorough. Inquisitive. In another life he may have excelled as a scholar, but alas. Barbatos works with many people on a near daily basis, so he does his best to play at being charming. His brand of "charming" is a mixture of playful, friendly, and lame. It falls flat for most, but miraculously works on others. Still, many prefer him when he is all business. In such situations he is cool and calm, giving the impression that he is in control even when he is clearly not. He does not shy away from violence, and uses it liberally when negotiation fails - though it's always his second choice, preferring diplomacy or... other less savory tactics before getting physical. His temper comes as a simmer rather than an explosion, and when he does anger it is with a cold fury. His reputation precedes him in many of Geota's circles, and while he is known as a fair man he is also not one to be pushed around. Growing up with eight older siblings and a human face quickly taught him how to stand up for himself. When attending family functions or representing the Comoita he puts on airs, but his true self is more down to earth, humorous, and much more blunt. Arcana ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Major: N/A? If he wields a Major Arcana, he doesn't show it off. Minor: The Two of Pentacles It appears as a rather simple ring: an alabaster stone set into a band of metal. A first glance it's use seems as simple as it's appearance. When the arcana is touched to something, it "opens" that something. Barbatos uses it frequently, as with just a pass of his hand doors, chests, safes, and the like open themselves. The arcana bypasses locks and magic charms, and hasn't failed to force something open so far. Hidden rooms reveal themselves if the ring touches their entrance, and there was even one case where someone tried to swallow evidence and the ring was able to force open their mouth so Barbatos could retrieve it.

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Character submission, one more for the low karma sausage fest.

@Yankee

Team Morally Bankrupt grows. Throw the demon husband into the character tab.

𝘌𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘈𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘴 - 𝘈𝘳𝘤 𝘐: 𝘏𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘎𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘏𝘦𝘭𝘭

@Spin The Wheel
He’s good for the character tab.
Low Karma just means chaos crew.

⥑ Ember to Ashes ⥏ Dark Fantasy/Mythology (Interest Check)

The OOC is up, and I’m still adding things to it.

𝘌𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘈𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘴 - 𝘈𝘳𝘤 𝘐: 𝘏𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘎𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘏𝘦𝘭𝘭

𝘊𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴: — Group enters Goeta.

𝘌𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘈𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘴 - 𝘈𝘳𝘤 𝘐: 𝘏𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘎𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘏𝘦𝘭𝘭

𝘎𝘔 𝘗𝘰𝘴𝘵: 𝘚𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 25th

𝘌𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘈𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘴 - 𝘈𝘳𝘤 𝘐: 𝘏𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘎𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘏𝘦𝘭𝘭

Everyone wanted a discord.

^{What lies in wait for a world without gods?
Will the earth shake until mountains are turned to dust?
Will the oceans finally crash out to consume the shores?
Will the horizon tear asunder and rain fire across the land?}

^{- The Old Man on the Mountain}

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Dark grey and muted blue paint the sky overhead. There are stories about how the shores of the Southern Sea are marked by colorful trees and trails of golden dust that lead out into the crystal blue water. Unfortunately, that would hardly seem to be the case at the western gate of Goetia.

Within lies the demon city’s Stonehill District. Plumes of smoke bellow out and trace up into the stars, the stone beneath your feet is coated evenly with soot and sand, and the sound of smithing hammers striking hot metal resounds from east to west. The shouting of demons and beastmen roars quake through the stone. It was alive and active despite the general condition of the realm.

But it was not completely untouched.

The tendrils of Chosen conspirators have wormed they're into the many factions that call Gotta their home. And though the haven of monstrous types is not the fondest of humans or any that look close enough to one, coin and power talk more than appearances. But that is exactly why those who seek to oust the false god invaders have been led here. Not just you, or the strange masked man, or horned fae, but many who were lead to believe that something in Goeta could turn the tides.

You were given the vaguest of breadcrumbs to follow, and hopefully it was not a wasted journey to come here.

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『 Glossary 』

Lore

The Beginning

The Age of Darkness, it began with eons of war amongst the titanic celestials in the endless Sea of Stars. Countless serpent coiled around galaxies and made nests, astral goliaths wielding hammers forged from asteroids and icy swords from comets sought to hunt those serpents and feed on the umbra that coursed through their veins. These shadow leviathans would be hunted, their skin clothing every warrior goliath upon each victory. And each leviathan that slew a goliath would bring a fresh astral corpse to their nests so that its snakelets could drink the twinkling blood from their veins.

The war would see no end, and even as the last remnants of each race faced one another, no amnesty could be reached. As the last of these ancient races met their end, a long silence fell upon the universe and in that voidic erasure of sound and sight would the flickers of new life be made. Within the innumerable remains of these ancient creatures were the building blocks for what would become our Gods. And upon the first fiery breath of The Golden One,The Age of Light would begin.

The Foundation

Scholars believe that the first god’s life began when the bones of a leviathan drifted into an ocean of Goliath’s blood. Even after their lives had long been extinguished, the black bones caught back against the molten ether preventing them from dissolving into dust. Perhaps the countless souls of goliaths came to respect this serpent, though he was long gone from this world his very remains remained defiant to its enemy. Blood slowly formed into soft glowing flesh, heat cooled into a coat of incandescent scars, and what eventually came to be was something that was not neither leviathan nor goliath. The Golden One’s first breath sent an inferno throughout the Sea of Stars, illuminating every corner of reality.

The Golden One swam throughout the cosmos driven by curiosity and in search of purpose. He would first find the corners once claimed by the Goliaths, where moons held great forges and belts of asteroids were chiseled and chained together. The first dragon found many trinkets and treasures that caught its attention, weapons, tools, arts and measurements and reason. But what captivated him the most was an asteroid that reminded him much of himself, yellowish metal that glistened brightly in his own light.

Eventually his interest would wane, but he did not trust that his coveted treasures would remain here should he leave. How could something exist if he were not there to perceive it? So the golden one struck a claw against his flesh and dripped his glowing blood upon a hammer left behind by the goliaths. As the primordial liquid touched stone and metal, the ethereal energy gave the hammer life, shifting the earthen elements into what would be known as Urt. She was just. as much a god as the Golden One, one much closer to a goliath than her father; with arms, legs, eyes, and ears, the shape of a humanoid. Urt thanked her father for giving her life, and asked the first dragon for purpose. “Protect my treasures, forge others.” A simple task for the first earthen god of creation, and when The Golden One departed she would begin to do just that.

The dragon sought further. Into the distant corners where his flames reached, but the light was just a bit dimmer. Here the Golden One felt something new, fear, the regions he once called home were long behind him and cold bit into his molten scales forming cosmic storms with each beat of his massive wings. But eventually he would find the deepest corners of the cosmos where the leviathans squirmed out from the abyss. The swirling liquid vortexes consumed the elements and spat them out as something new, ice into water, earth into dust. A great glowing spring sat at the center of the great leviathan nest, and the dragon’s curiosity drew him closer until eventually the Golden One decided to taste from the spring.

Knowledge of the Age before flooded the dragon’s mind, the all-hungering serpents and the all-conquering leviathans, the self-destruction of both, and the silence that followed. Drinking from the spring brought another new emotion to the dragon’s mind, sorrow, he lamented the mistakes of his ancestors. But to know the terrors of before his time, it was something that could never allow another being to learn. So the Golden One turned to the spring and unleashed a great flame that evaporated the very waters the serpents spent their lives protecting. But as that burning steam trailed off, regret filled the dragon’s mind and he struck a claw against his flesh once again to trickle his blood into the vapors of time.

If Urt was a god born in the image of a goliath, Nos was a god in the image of a leviathan. He was an infinitely long spectral serpent of mist, and just as Urt did upon her birth Nos asked for purpose from his father. “Hide, and never show your face to any but me.” And with his task given, the god of water and time fled from the Golden One to be in constant avoidance of all life and being so he may never be found.

The Realm

^{The light of life. Everlasting.
The cornerstone of creation. Everstrong.
The flow of time. Everfleeting.
The First Dragon.
The Mother of Creation.
The Father of Time.}

With the triune’s roles established the Age of Light would come to an end and the current era would begin. The Age of Man, so vainly claimed by humans, one of the many races which sprouted from the realms shaped by Urt. Though others rose and fell alongside the humans, it was the stories they weaved and the laws they wrote that would give rise to the first wars among the mortal races. Those wars would establish the heroes of our age, individuals with power to stand over others, closer to the gods than all others.

But what exactly distinguished that? What made someone more god-like than another? Who could determine such a thing?

Five great wyrms, beings somewhere between gods and mortals. Though our realm is not their home, each claims regions of the land as their nesting and offer wisdom to mortals who are deserving of it. The wyrms are unanimously called The Sojourners, but each has a name said to have been gifted by The Golden One himself. To north is Nix, the largest of the wyrms with midnight black scales and burning red eyes. She claims the title of Nightbringer, and each of her breaths brings months of winter to her region making it mostly inhospitable to any but the hardiest of creatures. To the east is Styx, the smallest of the wyrms witb deep blue scales and pale white eyes. He claims the title of Soulseer, and legend has it that in his realm the dead are carried to the afterlife upon his back, the Cult of Styx worship this Sojourner as a god himself. To the west is Charon, twin brother of Styx with alabaster scales and bright blue eyes. He claims the title of Stormbearer, and the western realm knows the wrath of constant lightning strikes and torrential rains. To the south sleeps the fourth wyrm, Kerboros the three headed wyrm with mirror-like scales that shimmer with countless colors. They are not the largest, nor the strongest of the wyrms, but holding the title of The Keeper they are said to offer maddening wisdom to any who earn the Sojourner’s voice.

The fifth wyrm, Hydra was challenged and defeated by a mortal hero and with the wyrm’s honor stained she fell into a long depression and it is said she disappeared from the realm and returned to where the wyrms traveled from. Most heroes of the realm take upon themselves great challenges from these wyrms and upon completing them, are granted a fraction of their power to wield and sway over their fellow mortals. To earn the title of “Hero” is the closest a mortal could achieve to godhood.. or at least that is what we originally thought.

The Rift

The moon of our realm disappeared, and in its place a massive palace with fountains of liquid starlight and glittering clouds shined in splendor. And with this skycastle came what could only be described as “Gods”.. but they were not the gods we knew of. Pearlescent skin, glowing eyes, perfect beings with flesh as hard as steel, and they were formed in the shape of a human. These beings claimed to be “God Chosen” the first children of Urt who had been tasked with bringing order to The Realm.

The orcs, goblins, trolls, ogres, even the dwarves, all in collective agreement rejected these alien creatures and renounced any sort of claim they had to The Realm. Some humans looked to the chosen and saw opportunity, quickly bowing their heads in subservience to find a place in power only second to these beings. Other humans did not, they looked to their history and all of the progress their race had made, standing their ground to not bow and vowed to fight whatever status quo the Chosen wished to enforce. The leader of these Chosen, a long-haired wielder of lightning named Zeus openly stated that challenged their mission would be destroyed, and that the wyrms of The Realm would be first.

The Sojourners however did not leave the gold-encrusted caverns they called home. But in their stead, the mortal races of the realm who defied the Chosen would rise up in solidarity against the god-like creatures. Races that once hated eachother stood side-by-side and took arms against a common enemy. It was however, all in vain, as these Chosen held power far beyond what even the most skilled of sorcerers could muster. Zeus entered the realm of Charon and harnessed the storms to obliterate entire cities. Hades entered the realm of Styx and chained the dead into servitude, preventing any mortals from dying so they may wither in eternal servitude. Many fled to the north, the cold hellscape was protected by Nix who managed to slay many Chosen who were foolish enough to enter her realm.

The war against The Chosen seemed to be coming to an end quickly, with the Age of Man ending along with it. But something unexplainable would delay that guaranteed victory. The castle that these Chosen originated from crumbled, white metal and marble shattered and fractured, hundreds of this god-like race eradicated in an instant. And in its wake a tear in the fabric of reality, with two black serpents covered in slit eyes slithering out. The portal now referred to simply as The Rift has not ushered in any more horrors, but thankfully the great serpents do not seem to have a scent for mortals and instead hunt the remaining chosen that still battle across the Realm.

Races

Humans
Elves
Dwarves
Beastmen
Lizardmen
Kobold
Giants
Trolls
Orcs
Goblins
Gnomes
Fae
Centaur
Minotaur

^{Humans are the most plentiful race, but there are countless variants and subraces that each have their own cultures and unique traits that make them distinct from one another. I leave it to the player who decides on a less fleshed out race to develop it, and give them full permission and power to go ham in doing so.}

Places

Eiskraun - The Glacial Tundras
Nichteben - The Umbral Temple
Bruina - Ursine Fjords
Limba - The Borderland

Fraktis - The Broken Mountains
Lebis - Styx’s Tear
Deisis - City of the Dead
Boris - The Desert of Salt

Acies - Eternal Battlefield
Vitas - The Storm Capital
Pasius - Storm’s Eye Isle
Fonys - The Forest of Lies

Porta - Merchant’s Bounty
Ciolta - Nos Crater
Goeta - City of Demons

Map

The Sights & Sounds

Rota - The Mouth of the Realm

Arcana

Nobody knows when the first mage became aware of the ether flowing through their veins, or when the first spell was inked upon the pages of a tome. But over the years we have learned how magic works. Traces of celestial energy exist in all life, all rooting back to the blood of The Golden One. Some have it emerge at random, others cultivate the potential within themselves, many even cross bloodlines with mage in hopes that their offspring will unlock latent power. Regardless of how it arises, Magic is categorized as Major or Minor Arcana.

Major

XXI (The World) is the most common of the major arcana to appear in individuals. With this level of magic the caster is able to mold the material world to some degree. Constructing walls from the dirt beneath your feet, assembling a hammer from stone, it is the ability to create in its truest form. While novices of this arcana may only be able to create small cubes, spheres, simple shapes and tools, there are some highly skilled mages who are able to create weapons of war with this gift. Ex: Earthbending, Ferromancy, Golemancy

XX (Judgement) is the least common arcana across the realm, and likely the most coveted. Mages gifted with this arcana are able to harness their ether and channel it into psionic abilities that effect the minds of others. Most are given access to things like simple illusions, sway over weak-minded individuals, and in rare cases telepathy. Skilled users of this arcana typically find themselves as faction spies or politicians. Ex: Illusions, Telekinesis, Telepathy

XIX (The Sun) is the arcana of healing, granting its wielder the purest utilization of ether as they conjure golden light from their fingertips to reverse the weave of time and undo the blemishes of war. In most cases a mender exhausts themselves to pump as much ether into simple flesh wounds to slowly undo the damage. But powerful casters of this magic are able to regrow missing body parts, and even bring someone back from the dead. Ex: Time Magic, Healing Magic, Immortality

XVIII (The Moon) is known as the arcana of transformation, and is seen as a curse rather than a blessing to most. This magic grants its heightened senses, enhanced strength, and an affinity for communing with bestial creatures across the realm. But along with this they slowly take on monstrous features as their mind slowly gives way for dangerous primal instincts. Ex: Lycanthropy and other forms of bestial transformation.

XVII (The Star) is known as the arcana of knowledge. Those gifted with this classification are given some level of clairvoyance, whether it’s through dreams or sudden visions, the future or even the past are able to be glimpsed into. It is one of the more common arcana to obtain, but many that hold it don’t even know. Masters of this arcana are seers, wisemen, sages, holding greater wisdom only surpassed the Wyrms. Ex: Scrying, Astral Projection, Foresight

XVI (The Tower) is the antithesis to the creation arcana, embodying the magic of destruction. Where a caster of World Arcana could turn a home into countless cubes, the furnishings would remain, and the people unharmed. To utilize the tower is a chaotic deconstruction that is difficult to control. Simple casting of this arcana tends to appear as holes in walls created by petty thieves, but masters can place their hand upon the walls of a castle and reduce it to dust. Ex: Destruction Magic, Molecular Degradation, Disintegration

XV (The Devil) is quite unique amongst the arcana as those gifted with it aren’t able to cast magic in any facet. Instead their presence simply cancels out any magic from being convoked so long as their heart continued to beat. The range and strength of this erasure differs from individual to individual, but they are highly sought after by militaries across the Realm. Example: Aura of Anti-Magic, extends into items you wield and domains you occupy.

XIV (Temperance) is found somewhere between the Devil and the Sun, this arcana grants the caster a bit of sway over other magic. Dispelling spears of stone, enhancing the destructive capability of a Tower’s destruction, and even sensing the illusions of Judgment. They are a jack of all trades when it comes to magic and are often employed by cities to help keep other mages under control. Ex: Enhances, lessens, or dispels magic. Not quite as strong as anti-magic, but offers more in terms of support.

XIII (Death) is another arcana perceived by most to be a curse. Awakening the arcana of death forces the soul out of the mortal shell and the ether follows it to tether your spectral form to the physical plane. There are benefits to being a spirit that walks among the living; you can’t be harmed physically, you do not require food or water, you can fly.. and with time and training you can even possess the shell of another. Ex: You become a ghost, but you do not pass on to whatever afterlife you were destined to.

XII (The Hanged Man) could be considered the worst case scenario when it comes to being blessed with an arcana. The body’s ether is incapable of manipulation through focus, incantation, or written glyphs, and instead must be released through the blood itself. The hanged man’s body quite literally becomes the weapon, their blood able to to crystallize and fire out like daggers, their skin able to harden like stone. But because of this your body slowly grows used to the pain as you wither away with every self inflicted wound. Ex: Hemomancy, Fleshcrafting, Bone Manipultion, cases of vampirism are not uncommon.

XI (Justice) is another arcana often sought after by cities and military regimes. The word and will of this individual is absolute, and while a user of Judgment can “convince” someone born with Justice will “command”. Novices can tell doors to open or candles to ignore. Where as a master can order their arrow to “aim true” and it would most certainly land its mark. Ex: Conqueror Haki, Willpower Imbuement, Too Stubborn to Die

X (Wheel of Fortune) is the simplest, but most unexplainable arcana of them all.. you’re just extremely lucky? Ex: GM’s favorite.

IX (The Hermit) users are blessed with access to a dimension of their own, to hold, to trap, to hide. You wouldn’t think such a mundane ability would strike fear into the hearts of others, but there are legends about mages of this arcana stealing unveiling oceans of insects from their mage. At its most rudimentary level you may store your food, your belongings.. but it is said that this space can be shaped into a plane that could be lived and dweller within, entire cities hidden away by one single man. Ex: Access to their own personal plane! Planeswalker!

VIII (Strength) gives its wielder dominance over the forces of gravity, giving even the bleakest of talents the ability to fly and the most brilliant mages far more devastating effects. There have only been a handful of mages blessed with this arcana and all were feared among their generations. Ex: Gravity Manipulation, Weight Manipulation, Flight

VII (The Chariot) is the sister arcana to The Hermit. Where the hermit hides themselves and the things they cherish away from the rest of their world, those gifted with this arcana are free to explore every edge of the realm. Some believe it is immeasurable speed, others think they are given sight to planar corridors that take you from one location to another. Whatever the answer may be, Chariot users are able to travel great distances in the blink of an eye. At early stages they can instantly send themselves where their eyes can see, while savants can travel anywhere their mind’s eye can perceive. Ex: Teleportation of self and items wielded.

VI (The Lovers) is a strange arcana in that it will not awaken on its own, and requires another with this arcana to come into contact with them. When a pair of lovers make physical contact they are capable of “true sorcery” manifesting their ether into elements, shapes, raw energy, or spells combining all of these together. The difficulty in this is that the two lovers must be in sync to accomplish anything substantial, and without proper training they can do little other than weird light effects and harmless thaumaturgy. Ex: If you and your partner work through your problems and find a healthy dynamic, you can be two halves of a wizard!

V (The Hierophant) No recorded wielder.

IV (The Emperor) No recorded wielder.

III (The Empress) No recorded wielder.

II (The Priestess) No recorded wielder.

I (The Magician) is an arcana that has not been seen in thousands of years. To be born with this arcana places you at a level of power that draws the ire of the wyrms. You feel the ley-lines beneath your feet, you can see the natural ether in the air, you are a mage in its truest form and are capable of bending the laws of reality to your will. Some believe that those born with this arcana are executed before they can learn to truly master their abilities, others think that there are covens of magicians that work in solitude for the greater good. Who knows? Ex: Access to magic at a universal level. The only thing holding you back is your own knowledge and potential.

0 (The Fool) is an arcana with seemingly no magical capability whatsoever. You become aware of the ether within yourself, and a voice in your head tells you to kill your loved ones, burn your granaries, and poison the wells, because none of it is real anyway. You become aware of all realities, including the forum that your universe halfheartedly exists on. Oh no! You’re insane now!

Minor

These are all mystical artifacts scattered throughout the realm that allow individuals born without a major arcana to compel the ether out of your body into an outcome that is distinguished by the artifact itself. There are four variations of these minor arcana, and fourteen variants of those that hold very different effects. These effects are extremely specific, and rather than holding a broad range of effects like those of the greater arcana.
• Turning time from day to night.
• Making it rain.
• Turning copper into gold.
• Emitting the sound of a man screaming.

The Swords are all armaments of some sort; swords, spears, hammers, shields.

The Wands are tools that wouldn’t be seen as a weapon; chains, rope, a hoe, or even something like a shovel.

The Cups are mundane items; a chalice, furniture, a toilet paper roll, or even broken piece of mirror.

The Pentacles are typically jewelry or stones; a tiara, pendant, ring, or even just a big shiny rock.

Stats

The stats at the bottom of the sheet are mainly to discern what your character is most knowledgeable about in comparison to the others with the exception of one. We're starting off with 24 to distribute, but you can only put a maximum of 10 points in each category and no less than 1. I'm aiming to get the main thread up Friday or Saturday, so questions are very much encouraged!

Combat ― Knowledge of combat, military strategy, weapon proficiency, warfare.
Culture ― Knowledge of languages, history, specific locale, dialects, mannerisms.
Commerce ― Knowledge of mercantile, trade routes, goods and value in specific areas.
Magic ― Knowing how your and other people's arcana works, studied innovative or less common uses of magic.
Karma ― The morality slider. The lower this is, the less ethical you are.

For some extra clarification:
★ High Magic would allow you to conjure an assault rifle.
★ High Combat would allow you fire it properly.

★ High Culture would allow you to know who the Pope Francis is.
★ High Commerce allows you to sell him Pokemon cards.

★ High Karma makes the guards like you. Low Karma makes the serial killer in the alley like you.

Thanks for coming to my Ted Talk!

Character

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『 Claimed Arcana 』

• The Sun @Shard
• The Fool @wikkit
• The Strength @vietmyke
• The Judgement @Spin The Wheel
• The Lovers @Katakuri
@Yankee
• The Lovers@Theyra
• The World@Abstract Proxy
• The Tower @Dragonfly 9
• The Death @j8cob
• Magician Claimed! ^{*Fuckin’ gone dude.*}

⥑ Ember to Ashes ⥏ Dark Fantasy/Mythology (Interest Check)

@Katakuri
1 Karma and 1 Commerce, I’m going to ruin this beautiful boy.

Thank you for adjusting the stats!

⥑ Ember to Ashes ⥏ Dark Fantasy/Mythology (Interest Check)

Here is my attempt at filling one of the lover spots.
Edit: I thought of an idea, so I added to the physical appearance a bit.

Arcturus, the Lover

Arcturus

________________________________________ Arcturus Deredion 165 | Male | Moon elf _______________________________________________ ❏ BIRTHPLACE: Fraktis ❏ CASTE: Medic and warrior ❏ AFFILIATIONS: The clan under the moon ❏ GOALS: To become a protector and a balanced individual. _______________________________________________ TALENTS: ◆ Communication ◆ Excellent hunter/survivalist ◆ Marks carry moonlight; can control the light ◆ Fluent at the ocarina ◆ Culture/tribal based dancing (ritualistic) EQUIPMENT: ◆ Physical bow and a quiver of 20 arrows ◆ Waterskin ◆ Skinning knife

Appearance ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Arcturus derives from the moon elves; he sports violet-toned skin with silver-white locks. His eyes reflect the colors blue, violet, and purple. Upon the slivery-white locks and near his elongated ears are a set of dark horn-like-antlers that curve back. Standing around 6'2" and weighing around; 185 pounds, Arcturus is not lean in physique or extremely bulked with muscle. His athletic figure is from the diet of wild game and foraged foods (mushrooms, berries, etcetera). He has specie-based markings on his body, particularly around his face, which absorb moonlight. Unless magical abilities are present: he and his people can regulate when they light up. The longer he basks in the moonlight, the longer he can use this trait. Rumors about moon elves are that they are a sub-species of drow elves. This causes a lot of tension between moon elves and other species like humans. One can see the multiple scars inflicted on Arcturus from fear or outright speciesism. Arcturus has not been in many battles, but he has fought for and beside his people. A practice that the moon elves partake in translates to "Fallen Souls" and this practice is after conflict. There are five circular burns on the back of Arcturus's trapezius. These burns are memories of who he has caused to fall in conflict or battle. Personality ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Growing up in a close-knit society with unknown tensions with the outside world perplexed a young Arcturus. He was naturally caring and helpful to everyone and everything he met. Only through experience did he see how others may be afraid of his appearance and who he was; he began to dread some people, but he never allowed that fear to turn into hatred for an entire species. When Arcturus brought home wounded creatures to care for before releasing them out into the wilds, his parents were unsurprised. He was sympathetic. Arcturus was a sensitive child, and his father encouraged him to participate in the ceremonies of their people. Although he was first traumatized by the experience, he learned to govern how and who he should be at different times. He struggled at first with the trials but developed into a confident and superior warrior. Arcturus is known to be an observer due to his experiences and who he has always been. If others will let him, he is someone who strives to understand them. He may have inherited this trait from his mother, who was patient and attentive. He began to exhibit these certain characteristics later in his youth. Arcturus usually has a peaceful temperament and is stoic, but when he is not, he is lively. He is confident in himself; he allows himself to be goofy. Making a fool out of himself to see another smile, knowing how to playfully act with an exaggerated style of sarcasm. This tends to make him excellent with children. He is someone who will listen. Arcana ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Major: The Lover When it comes to his arcane power, he is nothing to his other half. He has not experienced what he and his equal are capable of doing together. He is ineffective without his other half. The only abilities he can do without the other are light tricks. Displaying orbs of light or strings, he has been able to control this part of his ability for a while. Occasionally he will make balls of light that dance around to light his way through the forests or dark caverns. Minor: N/a

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Combat: ••••••••••
Going through the trials of the moon elves, he learned how to double-wield shortswords and a bow. They tend to not go to war, but he has experienced small but bloody quarrels in his lifetime. Having to defend himself with force and violence. Arcturus knows how to defend himself from danger.
The moon elf techniques are known to launch swift and powerful attacks. Their trained to a precise standard of knowing what shot will kill versus a shot that will maintain someone.
Culture: ••••••••••
His childhood was mainly secluded except for the occasion of travelers or adventuring by the local towns. He has experienced other cultures in this way and understands that everyone is different. From a young age, Arcturus experienced speciesism from others, but he understood that others might fear him for he is different or demon-like in appearance.
His own culture is focused on the moon, knowing the phases, and living within the darkness of night. He comes from a people who are night owls and do almost everything under the moonlight.
Commerce: ••••••••••
Most might assume his actions to be foolish or him to be unintelligent, but Arcturus is not one to value money. Having little regard for currency or material goods, he knows he can supply himself with what he needs. Hunting, foraging, and overall survival skills were prominent in his clan. His parents have taught him how to live off the land and to be a survivalist.
This causes him to only sell or trade things for what he needs at the time. A trait that is a possible flaw with financials.
Magic: ••••••••••
Moon elves have magic within them; the reason they can absorb the moonlight and use it at will to light up their way. There are different levels of magic throughout his species and clan. Most who show magical properties are sub-classed into healing or fortune telling. He showed magical properties at a young age, so he was trained in the ways of the healers. The elders guided him into herbalism and focused on what was within. The only thing he can do besides non-magic herbalism and healing is to quicken the overall healing process.
Survival: ••••••••••
This is his most fluent status, survivalist. He was raised in a community that focuses on self-sufficiency and only using what you need. One can find anything they need from the wilds; that is the law of the land. From hunting to the gathering, he knows how to use every part of an animal or what the most poisonous mushrooms are. He knows how to make arrows, spears, a bow, or a hut from scratch
Karma: ••••••••••
Most of the time, keeping to himself, he might not have much karma coming his way. He is someone who will listen to or comfort a stranger. He is someone who will give what he can to a person in need, but he will not fault himself to help another. Arcturus does not go out of his way to search for people in need, though he does stop if he comes across someone who needs help.

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@Katakuri

We stan handsome men with pointy ears. The only adjustment is that your point allowance is 24 at the start, that way you’re able to accrue more steadily over time. It also forces people to make some decisions!

The Ivory Court

The Ivory Court

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Culture ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ The Life The Ivory Court is a small subspecies of Fae that, unlike many of their kin, embody a notion other than trickery, mischief, and deception. Indeed, they have more in common with tales and stories speaking of creatures such as angels and the divine. These creatures are warriors from birth, a noble and proud race valuing discipline, courage, and determination. Though the Court is a sight to behold, one of beauty and splendor, a short stay within the realm of these Fae would reveal that material possessions are not something they seemingly value. Indeed, the Court is minimalistic, and though beauty extends across their home, one would be hard pressed to find an Ivory Fae in the possession of material riches. Rather, the Court values its beliefs and ideals far more than anything found upon the material plane. The Court measures one's value by their actions, rather than wealth, and shuns complacency. The Court adores and values art, not as material trinkets, but as an expression of the self. Ethereal singing, abstract paintings, mystical dancing, all a cultural phenomenon flowing from one generation to the next. Due to their agelessness, the Fae rarely reproduce, except for once every few hundred years. Lumen is among the latest brood, all of whom have now embarked on their own pilgrimage across the world. Arcana ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ The Soul The Arcana of the Sun and the Ivory Fae are one and the same. The pair are entwined, and this peculiar entity is embodies the radiant glow associated with their Arcana. It is an energy that flows through them and clearly displays itself in the shape of their glowing, white blood. A light in the dark, the Ivory Court is a commune of shining stars lighting up the night in both appearance and deed. Their Arcana grows in strength alongside the individual Fae, and extends its reach with every development. The first stages of this Arcana blankets the Fae in a regenerative nature. Upon reaching the age of maturity, it renders them ageless, and beyond that, the Ivory Fae’s Sun Arcana extends itself into more active use. Elders are known to not only possess neigh invincible frames, but the ability to enshroud others in a brilliant light of restoration, washing away any manner of wound, scar, ailment, and even death. However, for an Ivory Fae to reach this level, a thousand years of experience and growth is expected. Biology ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ The Body Whether considered beautiful or disturbing, the Ivory Fae have a distinct appearance immediately confessing to their nature. With bodies slender and slim, skin white as porcelain, and eyes akin to two large, obsidian orbs, the peculiar creature displays a graceful portrait. It is clear that their strength and prowess by far surpasses their spindly, scrawny frames, their motions a supernatural display of might and dexterity. The Ivory Fae do not reach a height further than five feet, and one would be forgiven for mistaking each and every Ivory Fae for the next. Lacking sexual dimorphism, it is nearly impossible to see the difference between genders, and these entities share incredible similarities between one another. Nearly weightless in their graceful movements, it is not entirely divorced from reality, as the Fae's supernatural biology affords them wind-like motions, alongside impressive strength. Appearing androgynous, it is difficult for an outsider to deduce whether they are speaking to a male or female of the species, the only difference evident between the two finding itself on an intimate level. Monochrome throughout their nature, the Ivory Fae display a color scheme of black and white, complete with a row of shark-like teeth hiding beyond their lips. The Ivory Code ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ The Code Honesty "Those true of heart see no purpose in deceit. Speak your mind, and do so without a serpent's venom." Courage "In the face of fear, there is only one response. Draw your blade, stand firm, and never yield to the yoke of despair." Integrity "We do not fight for material possessions. We do not slay the monstrous for fame, or glory. We are a blade, as we are a shield. Never abandon your principles, and never fall to the greed of man. Accept payment only in what is needed, not in what is desired." Benevolence "We are not saints, but we are protectors, and an extended hand is often worth more than a sharpened blade." Serenity "Never succumb to anger. Breathe calmly, think rationally, and act wisely. Remain in a place of harmony both in battle and divorced from the duel. Such is the way of our martial art, and such must be the way of our lives." Courtesy "Speak not in a manner unbefitting a warrior. Do not soil your stature as a noble bladesman through the use of insults. Express yourself respectfully, and walk with dignity." Honor "Every action you take is a measure of your being. Each swing of your sword, each word spoken reflects upon you and your values. Act not in vile pursuits, do not disrespect your opponent with subterfuge, and always remain stoic." Duty "Your loyalty is to yourself and your ideals. Never compromise your code. No lord stands above your principles." Stoicism "Offense does not exist. Words cannot and will not harm you. Brush aside what is irrelevant, discard what is hissed and barked. Acknowledge only words of value; value you ascribe to them." Learning "We are forever students, and the world our teacher. Never assume yourself fully taught, and never fashion yourself a master. Always the student, always willing to grow." Conflict "Not every battle is yours to fight, not every skirmish yours to spearhead. Avoid confrontations that hold no consequence. When your sword is drawn, however, be prepared to take a life, and have your life taken."

@Shard

Canon.