JaceBeleren

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No less than eight armed guards accompanied Altwen and the other man to their cell. Apparently he had caused the guards some trouble in his capture, like Altwen had, but regardless they clearly weren't taking risks here. Altwen himself was glad he wasn't the only one they were worried about - having to protect someone could cause problems on the way out. He glared at the guards but kept quiet. He walked to his cell.

When they arrived, he was surprised to find they were sharing a cell with not just each other, but several others as well. Eight beds in the cell, but apparently not everyone had arrived yet, because only a man and a girl slightly younger than him were waiting there. The pair stepped into the cell with the others, while the door slammed shut behind them. Altwen looked around briefly, then picked an empty corner and sat there to meditate. Before he began, he told them "Before any of you ask, yes, I do plan to get out of here, and no, you shouldn't disturb me if you expect me to help you do the same". And then he sat, wreathed in silence and thought.

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@Miakardia

Sorry it took so long. But I got my full post up. Hopefully it doesn't slow things down too much. On any accord, I was thinking about adding Derian's "power moves" to his list of abilities. So for example, he displayed an inadvertant "thunder punch" in the first post. So I would add that to this list as well as subsequent powers that may or may not pop up. Just a thought. It could work for every power that is listed.

I also put @JaceBeleren character and my own in the same wagon since we were both heading from Oakport. I hope that isn't an issue with anyone. If we've got issue - let's take 'em out.

@ELGainsborough

No problem with me

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I'm sitting in a dark corner at the back of an inn in Oakport, hood drawn to hide my face, like it is almost everywhere I go. I'm not drinking, of course, but I've got a room for the night. Anywhere else, anytime else, someone would notice the cloaked, quiet man set apart from the revelry around him. But in this inn, at this time of night? Everyone's either too drunk or too busy dealing with drunks to care. I find it genuinely fascinating how people so carelessly throw away their souls for a good time. They won't be so happy in the morning. I meditate after this thought, laughing quietly.
It's several hours longer before anyone pays me any attention. A red-faced, round man sits down across from me and asks me why I hide my face.
"Yer scarred er summin'?"
I'd rather my face wasn't shown, and I tell him as such. He laughs, ignores me, and pulls the hood down.
"Dun ah know you? Yer look familiar."
"Never met you before." I return my hood to it's previous position and check to see who's watching. Thankfully, no-one.
"Woss yer-" He's interrupted when I hit him, hard, from across the table. He falls backwards, off his chair. A group of people are looking at me, like their intoxicated minds can't decide what to do after this development.
"Couldn't handle his drink," I tell them. They laugh like it's the funniest thing they've ever heard, while I head to my room to sleep. A typical evening for me, at least.

I wake up the following morning, early, as usual. I prefer to get up jut before sunrise so I can walk for a little while without hiding my face. It's an opportunity to throw off the disguise for an hour or two, to be myself once in a while. I walk through the main room of the inn, filled with the unconscious forms of countless revelers from the previous night. I don't see the one I'd punched, though he'd probably just slunk off to some other part of the inn. I step through the door of the inn, to see a group of no less than ten spearmen raise their weapons at me, forming a half-circle to trap me between them and the front of the inn. I could go back through the door, but there's no way out but this one. Behind them, I see two men, the drunk from last night and a Legion captain. All this for me? If I hadn't passed the Test of The Seven Sins (the Test requires a prospective student to resist each Deadly Sin in turn. Since the student is, of course, human, they will inevitably fail at least one. They pass if they fail only one, like me. Mine was wrath.), I would've been proud. The captain speaks.
"Altwen Forensen, you are charged with multiple counts of treason..." Yeah, right. Learning to fight seriously, but not with the Legion? Worshiping anything other than Cacus? Both treason, apparently.
"...but our generous and forgiving Lord Cacus has offered you a chance to redeem yourself by joining the Volunteers. Do you accept?"
"Oh yeah, of course I do" I say, taking the spear from the closest soldier (while kicking him, naturally) and throwing it at the captain. Despite my retort, the soldiers are surprised and do not react immediately, but the captain does. He moves faster than most people are able to, dodging the spear and wrapping with hand around my throat immediately.
"I've been told to bring you alive, but not unharmed. You're coming with me, but I don't particularly care whether you're keeping both arms while you do it"

Unable to escape his grip, I have no choice.

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@Miakardia - Some questions:
Are you okay with first person IC?
What sorts of weapons do the Legion/Royal Guard typically use (spears?)?
How common is crime and how effectively is it fought?
What is the general public opinion about Cacus?
Is the calendar in Logaris (Logarisian? Logarese?) the same as the real one?
If any of these vary throughout Logaris just say what is most common, or in the capital if each area's different.

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Been in Amsterdam over the weekend, will post IC as soon as everything is done, either late today or tomorrow

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@Thundercrash @The Mad Hatter, either of you want to fill that gap? (I know Mad Hatter said he wasn't joining us, but we've got space by the looks of things)

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Name: Altwen Forensen
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Appearance: Blonde, curly hair tied back, weathered face despite age, grey eyes, always looks ready to run
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 122lbs

Family:
Foren Quen (real name: Varkun Telasair) - Deceased, father, secretly from Dwalin, travelled across Diairon Mountains as self-inflicted punishment, reason unknown
Talissaia Quen - Alive, mother, met Foren after he completed his pilgrimage in Oakport
Altia Telasair - Deceased, stepmother, Foren's wife before he left Dwalin, Altwen named in her memory, was alive when Foren left
Ylisia Telasair - Alive, half-sister, Foren's daughter before he left, hates him and wants revenge, when discovers he is already dead will try to kill Altwen instead unless he can convince her of Foren's reasons for leaving

Abilities: Minor telekinesis, may grow stronger as character develops
Proficiencies: Unarmed combat, climbing, resisting temptation (if that can be called a "proficiency")

Personality:
Slow to make friends and quick to make enemies. Will hold on to a grudge for a long time rather than acting immediately, but will always collect. Always.
Has a strong hatred for Cacus and Logaris, but is smart enough to (at least try to) keep this a secret. Cautious, and hopes to track down his half-sister some day (knows her name but almost nothing else about her, not even what she looks like). Will do a lot to find her, thinks he has been too solitary his entire life but is in too dangerous a position to properly fit in with society in Logaris. Also has a strong sense of honour and fairness.

Background:
Was born in Oakport to Foren Quen, a secretive monk claiming to be from the Tressi Desert, and Talissaia Quen, who was local to Oakport. Lived and grew up in a small stone monastery constructed by his father in the ruins of an ancient shrine to Cacus, near Oakport, almost never seeing his mother, who helped a lot in supporting them when he was too young to work. He spent much of his life following his father's ways of fasting and depriving oneself, and while he gained a strong sense of honour he could never be as disciplined as his father. Spent some of his time working to support the three of them as he got older. Was also taught to fight by his father, using methods that rely on resourcefulness and mobility more than armour or weapons, but never found out anything about his father's past in the Tressi Desert or his travels to Oakport (as earlier mentioned, his father was actually from Dwalin). In frustration he once broke into his father's study, reading the diaries Foren treasured so greatly from before he arrived in Oakport, and discovered his father's true origins and family. Foren punished this crime, but understood he had caused this by hiding his past. Only a few weeks later, when Altwen was 14, the royal guard assaulted the monastery finally discovering what had happened to the old shrine. Foren told Altwen to flee, who protested but finally did so. Foren was killed, while Altwen became a criminal. He spent the next few years on the run, never staing anywhere for long, until he is finally caught, and is taken with nine others to Cacus' palace....

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EDIT - Sorry put this in the wrong section. No need to worry about that it is, you'll find it soon enough.

Hello, I'm Jace!

Is the term "taking souls" slang or are you actually slavers from the nine layers of Baator, also known as Hell?

Fantasy World RP

Interested, but never done play-by-post before. What do I do?