jeroukoo

Academy for Children of Greek Gods?

Oh please sign me up. Reserve for son of Aphropdite?

Awoken IC

Sure count me in

Gemstone Warriors

@Animera
Just finis he'd mine lmao, Dobby is a free elf

Erelith Roleplay (Look at First Post OOC)

(Dominus, Streets of Artis Port, Praelium)

Darlien leap back, barely escaping the electricity that came from their hands. The Dominus grunted, disappointed that their attack was so easily dodged. He was proving to be more slippery than intended, something that the Dominus had not observed while stalking their target.

Well, to be fair, most of his "fights" were more so just slaughters.

"You think it's so simple?" He snickered. "You Praelians are rather simple folk aren't you? I don't care how foolish my errand seems, I already know it will succeed,"

The Dominus snickered back at Darlien's comment. Calling them Praelian? They were no more Praelian than the Twin Goddesses were from the Consortium. Darlien's fist turned to flame, and he continued to speak.

"I am Darlien Garandinar, son of Decus Garandinar, he who killed two of your mages alone," he pounded his chest. "And I will avenge my father, and my mother, no matter how many Praelians I have to kill!"

The Dominus snickering stopped, their fist began to clench as well at the mention to the two other mages. Their fist began to arc with lightning, similar how Darlien's fist turned to flame. If their focus was narrowed before, it was laser like now.

"Are you scared? Dominus? Can you feel fear? Are you just some puppet of flesh for the Tyrannis to control? To do his dirty work?" Darlien continued to talk. "Do you bleed? Or is it some fluid constructed in a lab made of my father's ground up bones?! I bet you've so many scars you look like a toy under those robes, are they to hide your deformities? Or just to hide the..."

Is... Is he trying to taunt me? The Dominus realized the mage's shift in tactic. He... He really hasn't fought against anyone of true skill before.

Most of the taunts fell on deaf ears. One caught the Dominus mage's attention, something about their apperance, but they were confident in their figure beneath the hood. As the man prattled on the Dominus mage hummed and the arcing on their hands grew larger and sparked with more intensity. They figure it was polite to let the man finish his tirade before they cast their spell. That, and they had more time to charge the power of their spell.

"...that's all you are to them, a number, replaceable, like my father!"

Ah finally finished...

"One, learn more about our politics," The Dominus began. "Two, monolouges. Never a good idea in a battle."

The Dominus mage shot their hands out and arcs of lightning leap from their hands, connecting at the place Holden was standing. The spell was so powerful, the Dominus couldn't keep their focus on the illusion spell keeping their face obscured and hood on. The hood flipped back, revealing the Dominus' face.

Face

Shit... I need to make sure this will cause a concussion...

They didn't intend to stop their spell, especially if it were to hit Holden. They would hold it until the man crumpled to the ground, then probably find something to cause blunt force trauma to make them forget seeing their face.

(The power of the spell caused the Dominus to lose control of the "passive" spell she was keeping up, thus causing the hood to fall backwards. He enhanced agility is gone now as well.)

Erelith Roleplay Characters (jeroukoo)

Maxwell Pentaghast

With Helmet and Armor

Without Armor

Obviously without the fists

RACE: Human
AGE: 21
HEIGHT: 6' 7"
WEIGHT: 260 lbs

WEAPONS AND SKILLS
Sword and Buckler. I sorta divided this up into how he matches up against the different kinds of weapons used.
-BIO:
Maxwell was born into nobility and was fed from a silver spoon since birth. However, around his teenage years, he grew to resent the lavish life he grew up in. He craved the rush of battle, and the petty fencing and archery matches held by his family didn't suit him well, as he did very poorly. He did do well in using a shield and buckler and unarmed combat. The more and more Maxwell practiced these kinds of things, the more his parents began to worry.
As Maxwell spent more of his time doing what the nobles called "primitive battle techniques," he started to hang out with non-nobles. Maxwell started to engage in street brawls, bar fights, and sometimes even highway robbery solely for the rush of combat. His parents were outraged, and quickly disowned their son and tried to have him and his friends executed. Maxwell got away, but his friends were not as fortunate. Maxwell fled and found himself as a mercenary, laying low and away from his former family.
-OTHER INFO:
-Generally spends most of his time repairing his armor, as it takes quite a beating on a regular basis.
-When need be, Maxwell can "clean himself up" quite well, thanks to his noble heritage.

Erelith Roleplay (Look at First Post OOC)

(Dominus, Streets of Artis Port, Praelium)

Darlien's cocky smile returned as he backhanded the lightning arc that the Dominus mage sent out with ease. So he did know how to play defensively. Perhaps this was simply the first time he was really met with a challenge. This was good for the Dominus, they would get a greater test of their skills. Maybe even learn a thing or two from the rogue mage.

"I bet you think I'm some stupid kid," he snarked. "But I'm more than that, I've learned about the world, I've studied the world and all the..."

He seems to like to hear himself talk. The Dominus thought to themself. I wonder if vanity is in his genes? Maybe it was taught to him by Benaduza.

Dominus mused over the origin of Darlien's confidence, but their concentration was broken by a roar from Darlien, which was followed by a powerful slam to ground, causing a shockwave. The Dominus was at the epicenter of this shockwave and did not have time to dodge the telegraphed attack due to their wandering mind. The move slightly, but took the brunt of the blow. The mage went flying, slamming into the side of a nearby building.

"Damnnit..." They moaned, clutching their arm. "Can't let my mind wander..." The stood back up, brushing themselves up. They turned their still hood covered face to Darlein. Their focus was now narrowed, their sole thought process was to end the rogue mage's tyranny against Praelium.

"I didn't call you boy just because of your inexperience," The Dominus mage called back, voice in monotone. "Your errand is also a fools."

The Dominus mage's hands sparkled with magic, one with with electricity and the other with a unique purple glow. They shot themselves forward with the purple glowing hand towards Darlien, and with the other shot out a continous stream of electricity.

---

(Jameson Telluth, Fort Paline, Praelium)

The Sergeant groaned and faltered a bit, the flat blade of Holden's dagger to his gut. His parrying stance had failed, the man moved irregularly and with grace, something his parry stance could not account for. However, even with the wind knocked out of him, the Sergeant was not ready to give up. Sure, the blow to the stomach would have been a deadly blow, but now that Jameson was more prepared with his opponents tactics, he wouldn't be as easy as a foe.

"Well, round one goes to you with that," Jameson said, jumping back from Holden and reaching the other side of the circle. "I suppose round two will start immediately now."

Jameson rushed Holden, jabbing at him quickly with the left sword.

[Hopefully this was is to leave Holden's other side free.

Jameson came crashing down with his right sword, blunt side aiming right for Holden's neck. Like Holden, he wasn't aiming to hurt, but he hoped the blow from the sword would feel hard enough that Holden would know the Sergeant's strength.

Gemstone Warriors

@BubblegumQueen@KatherinWinter

“It’s truly a marvel. Beautiful. Truly.”

Collin laughed and bowed.

"Hot damn, a compliment! I thought it would take at least a week to get one of those." Collin exclaimed.

As he finished his sentence, a girl seemingly appeared from nowhere. Her sudden manifestation caused Collin to jump. She was wobbling as she walked and had here eyes focused on the spread of food in front of the white board. He backed away from the spread of food, cautious of this mystery girl.

"Hey, uh," Collin began, a tinge of nervousness in his voice. "Pretty sure food is free and all,
but how exactly did you get here? You kinda just... spawned..."

Erelith Roleplay (Look at First Post OOC)

(Jameson Telluth, Fort Paline Praelium)

The sergeant laughed at Holden's taunts, and drew his other sword. His grip on both weapons tightened as Jameson made his way towards a clearing within the fort.

"Let's hope your wit is as sharp as your technique," Jameson grinned. "As for our duels in Praelium, we fight until the other would clearly be killed. It's the only way to truly test your skills."

The sergeant was at the other side of the clearing now and gestured Holden to the opposite end. He was ready to battle, crossing his two blades in front of him, a common Praelian parry stance. He smile had not faltered and he had his eyes locked with Holden's.

"Ready whenever you are," Jameson said. "Just step towards your end of the circle, and we can begin our fight."

---

(Various soldiers, Fort Gloria, Outskirts of Praelium)

The captain waited, facial expression never changing, posture never faltering. The orc spoke as if Praelium was some dying creature, bleeding out from some recently inflicted gash. He must have been talking about the burned village.

News travels rather quickly, even to the North. The captain thought quietly to himself. Didn't think the desert tribes knew anything about what went on in Praelium.

"Free passage into Praelium, and a small supply of weapons. Swords, bows and arrows, clubs. You do this, and you may consider your fine fortress forever free from the Northern pesks; and more important, you may consider the Red Claw an ally of yours till the Ends of the Ulragim."

Now that caught the captain's attention. An alliance with a desert tribe? That was something that no Praelium citizen had ever imagine. If the orc who threw the missile represented the general population of their tribe, they would indeed be a powerful ally. However, this was not the captain’s call. This was something that would definitely go up to the Tyrannus.

“While I think you overestimate the damage that was done to us and underestimate how well we can handle desert tribes,” The captain began, “an alliance is something our Tyrannus might be able to consider. However, I am not the Tyrannus.”

The captain stepped away and turned around from the orcs, pondering over something. He quickly turned around, nodding to himself again.

“But what is within my power, is that I can contact him, and we can arrange a meeting. Come back tomorrow, but this time bring a white flag so we know you aren’t hostile.” The captain whistled, and the guards swiftly returned to the captain’s side. “Who knows? Maybe he’ll come here himself.”

---

(Dominus, Streets of Artis Port, Praelium)

The lightning bolt struck true to the mage’s intended target, and Darlien laid on the ground, spasming and screaming. Dominus sighed and shook their head.

Not even a warding spell? Does he only know destruction?

Darlien screams ceased and he wobbled his way to his feet. He snarled and yelled at his foe.

"Praelian scum! How dare you attack me?!"

However, his confidence faded quickly. He seemed to recognize the Dominus robes that the mage wore. His face turned pale.

Aw, a little scared you face someone competent?

"You... you're... a Dominus, aren't you?”

He pointed his blade at the mage, and they responded with a chuckle. The Dominus mage couldn't help it. A mere cheese knife? This young one definitely needed to catch up on their learning.

"Well, I don't care who you are," The man’s voice dripped with fear. “Because I'll kill you just the same!"

Darlien conjered a fireball from his left hand and hurled it at the Dominus mage. The fireball went screeching towards them, it was sure to strike iit’s intended target.

Hm, surprisingly still accurate.

The mage quickly brought up their forearm and a translucent circle appeared, absorbing the fireball. The mage quickly dispelled the warding spell after Darlien’s spell expired.

“You have a lot more to learn about magic, boy.”

The Dominus slammed their hand against the ground, sending an ground-bound arc of lightning towards Darlien. Although they had to kneel, their eyes were still locked onto their target.

Erelith Roleplay (Look at First Post OOC)

(Various Praelium Soldiers, Gloria, Outskirts of Praelium)

The Orc laughed at the soldier's requested, making fun of their demands to restrain him. However, his laughter was not without reasoning. The ropes that they would provide would be merely for show, a symbolic restraint rather than an actual one. The orc still held his hands out, and the soldiers approached the Orc, quickly tying his hands. The group quickly surrounded the Orc, swords drawn and ready to strike at a moments notice. Another thirty some soldiers poured out of Fort Gloria and did the same to the other Orc. The captain of the first squad stood in front of the behemoth of the creature, but like that creature he also showed no sign of fear.

"I'm surprised anyone from the northern desert can write," The captain said, voice stone cold. "Let alone ask for peace. We don't see many orcs from the north, so what are you? Passerbys? A minority from a smaller tribe?"

The captain looked at the Orc for a second, studying his armor. He scratched his chin and shook his head.

"No. Your armor has too much refinement to be from any I've encountered here before. Perhaps there are civilized groups among the desert tribes." The captain nodded, reaffirmed by listening to himself talk. "Right. So, you've demonstrated that you're not just out for blood. And that note even suggest you wish to engage with politics instead of warfare. Out with it, then."

The captain stared the Orc in his eyes, keeping his chest out and head held high. Whilst his demeanor in the beginning was antagonizing, it slowly shifted to a semi-professional tone, although it was still condescending.

---

(Jameson Telluth(Insignificant), Sergeant Officer of Praelium, Inside the Fort of Paline, Praelium)

Ah, this day is finally coming to a close... The veteran was relaxed and on his way to the mess hall. Today was quite eventful, after he found that strong Holden character he found a small group of outsiders within Paline's walls. These were not as friendly as Holden, and he ended up having to engage in combat, killing them swiftly. They were clearly scouts, Jameson could not tell from where, but they did not look Benaduzian.

Not my job... The veteran was at the tail end of his service, and simply wanted to retire now. Although he was still in his prime, his body began to ache more at night and wounds didn't seem to heal quite as fast. He was simply tired, but he was ok with that. He did not blame Praelium, he more so blamed the curse of mortality and the strain that war puts on an individual.

"Sir! Sir!" A voice called and Jameson turned, it was the newest recruit to his platoon.

"Yes soldier?" Jameson asked, clearly not in the mood for whatever antics was in store for him.

"Holden wishes to spar with you, sir." The wiry one said. "He also requests for his knife back."

Jameson's heart began to pump. A duel? It had been ages since he fought a worthy opponent, and that Holden seemed like the type. Jameson felt revitilzed, as if he was back to when he was posted at Gloria. He smiled, something he hadn't done in awhile.

"Sir?" Jameson has been day dreaming and lost track of time, but he quickly snapped back into it.

"Ah, yes of course." Jameson said, shoving the boy out of his way. "I'll tell him myself. Thanks, Private Tuckett. You can have the rest of the day off."

"Thank you sir!" Tuckett responded, smiling and heading towards the mess hall. Halfway to the door though, he paused, and turned around. He had to see this newcomer fight. His skill in the training grounds was masterful, and he wished to see that talent in full action.

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After about fifteen minutes or so from Holden sending the wiry guard after the Sergeant, Jameson appeared with two short swords in hand and a backpack slung across his back. He was moving quickly, and not too far behind him was Tuckett.

"Holden!" Jameson bellowed, his personality quite different from their first encounter. "Terribly sorry about your knife. It's been one hell of a day."

Jameson sheathed his swords and opened his back pack, handing Holden a leather pouch embroidered on it was the flag of Praelium.

"Claudius gave me the pouch to give to you, your knife is inside." Jameson said. "Consider it a token of thanks. Use it as a coin purse, or however you please."

Jameson tossed the backpack that was previously holding the leather pouch to the side and drew his sword with his free hand.

"Now, Tuckett told me something about a sparring match?" Jameson grinned, eager for his response.

Erelith Roleplay (Look at First Post OOC)

Sad violin plays softly in the distance