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"I'd strongly advice against simply killing me," Amaretto said, voice and expression neutral, though a glimmer in his eyes told of bad things if Scalpel was to make such a choice. "This is by no means a threat, but I suppose that you know of the fire resistance in a Changeling's chitin, correct?" He waited a moment for the confirmation. "Then let me tell you this: Seeing a changeling cook in its own, melting shell is by a pretty sight." He grunted and looked away towards one of the bookshelves, a half-smile playing on his lips. "You're right, though, when you say that I won't just hand it over," Amaretto replied. "Far too valuable. As for the demonstration... Shouldn't be too difficult." He turned to the large double doors, striding confidently towards them, and then stopped in front of it, neck craned backwards just to see the top.

"I can't promise exactly when I'll be back. Finding something suitable might take some time, as I might very well end up in the Foal's Section." He fished the key up from his bags again, holding it in the light for a moment before he levitated it towards the keyhole. It slid in without a problem and, in a flash, he was gone, the key with him.

"So... What now?" Amaretto asked, turning his head to look at Theá standing beside him in all her alicorn glory, her gaze fixed upon the large mountain in front of them. And also, the place where Arcon had made his home.

"He promised me an hour's access to his vaults to peruse and view whatever I desired. Getting in is not the problem, but borrowing a book is what will be difficult. Most likely he has enchantments on every one of them, keeping them from being removed from his stronghold." She glanced down at him, holding his gaze out the corner of her eye. "However, with the possibility of a mortal achieving a fake ascendency, I am sure he will be willing to relinquish a single tome for a few weeks." She looked back upon the mountain, Amaretto mirroring her.

"I damn well hope so," he grumbled.

Winterjet looked curiously at the keg passed between the soldier and the Baldie, or, if she had to be polite, Sweeper--as was actually her name. She had to hold back a small snort of laughter at how Sweeper reacted to the whiskey, obviously not being one for strong spirits nor able to hold her liquor, she suspected.

"Iron Mares my ass," she said, a cocksure smile on her lips. "It takes more than downing a strong whiskey to be called that. At least where I come from... Speaking of, this may be sudden," she turned towards the still armoured alicorn. "Armifera, that was your name, right? I'm wondering... how good are you with Wingblades?"

Sister-thread to this http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/63195/posts/ooc (double post to get more attention, hopefully :P)

Hi! This is a general interest check for an Advanced Roleplay I want to set up. It will be expansive, giving the players a wide variety of choices as to what to do and so on. Below is a description of the setting, as well as a general idea of the timeline.

Beware that this RP contains a lot of magic, superhuman powers, and a ton of other stuff. You will play as a hybrid between a human and a mythological creature, a Shifter, residing in The Academy where you're trained as a soldier. Here is a summary of what lead up to these Hybrids coming into existence, and why they're here.

We humans have always thought that we were alone in this world. We always thought that the earth was round, and that we were a dominant species on our planet. We were convinced that the mythical creatures such as the Basilisk or the Dragons were myths and nothing more.Likewise, we had always believed that Magic never would, or could, be. It was simply just impossibly. Or so we thought.

We were convinced of so many things long ago, and were so sure that we were right that it never even occurred to us that we might not be. We never thought to ask ourselves: “What if we are wrong?”

Three hundred years ago—in the year 2240—people still believe that the earth was round, still scorned those who claimed otherwise, and laughed in their faces. The earth had never been round; it had only ever been flat—A disc. One of four, circling each other in what came to be known as The Weave.

Concepts such as “Space” and “Universe” became meaningless, since all of that was swiftly proven wrong that fateful three hundred and twenty two years ago. While most of our notions about Space was debunked, some were still true. To a degree. We did travel to the moon, yes, but that day we discovered that it was a fragment of another Disc, which had travelled through the Weave had since kept ours company.

You may ask yourself now, “How can you travel from places such as America to India if the world is flat?” It’s easy to answer, but difficult to understand. As mentioned, humans thought magic to be nothing but a fantastic idea made up by storytellers. But it was not so. The reason such travels was possible was exactly because of magic. A ludicrously powerful enchantment had been cast on our Disc aeons ago, which made it so that once you reached the end of the Disc, you are immediately teleported to the other side of the Disc. exactly opposite of where you were before.

While the utter destruction of every truth we knew about our world was devastating, it also brought about incredible opportunities. Not ten years had passed before travel and trade between the Discs had been established. The four Discs were different, yes, but they were also similar in many ways. Every Disc was inhabited by humans, though some were taller than us, ‘Earthlings’, and others were smaller. A more easily recognisable difference is that while our hair colours are primarily brown and blonde, those of the other Discs vary from blue to green, some even with Pink hair.

But even then, the appearance of the Discs and the breakdown of the aeon-old enchantment wasn't the biggest change we had to endure. Things we only believed to be fantasy, stories and legends, were true. Dragons rose from the earth, nymphs emerged from the lakes and dryads sprang from the forests. Creatures thought to only be simple legends appeared before our very eyes from one day to another.

The reactions were as different as they come. Some governments chose to fight the unknown, where others chose diplomacy, sensing that these creatures were more than just simply beasts.

With mighty behemoths and powerful magics on their side, the Mythics, as they came to be known, demolished any offense against them, but never struck back, quickly forcing the aggressive nations to back down and follow in the footsteps of those who sought peace.

The diplomats managed to secure a sort of treaty with these creatures after months of negotiations. We would let the Mythics live their lives, and we would live ours. It changed quickly, however, as only a decade passed before it became something more. These creatures, dragons, minotaurs, everything, approached the humans and asked to integrate them into civilization. They wanted to mix magical and non-magical creatures.

I remember tales of how a small Pixie—a forest spirit, only twenty centimetres tall, but very strong for his size—laughed at the diplomat when he called humans “Non-magical.” He told the diplomat that humans were magical in their own right, but that it was dormant and needed to be awakened first. How, he wouldn’t say.

Things went fine from that day onwards, we humans and the Mythics living together peacefully, as did the four Discs with only minor disagreements which were always quickly resolved with meetings between the world leaders. Yes, everything was fine until ten years ago—after 312 years of peace—when one of the other Discs amassed an army and marched to one of the others.

One of the earliest agreements between the four Discs was that each had their own government, and none would try to impose on the other. If there were issues to be discussed, it would be done in a meeting of the world leaders. It was after one such meeting, where the warmongering Disc had proposed a collective government; that the leaders of each Disc would join together to form one government. It was shot down almost immediately, two of the Disc Leaders voting no, with the third one not giving a vote.

It was during the following year that the Disc called Endola brought up arms and attacked Malnica, the one who hadn’t voted, quickly defeating them and forcing them to take up arms as well, and join Endola in their quest to enforce a single rule of the four Discs. If they couldn’t get it with Diplomacy, then they would get it through force.

Malnica had been a pushover, but as Endola shared their technology and secrets of magic with them, they became a foe to be reckoned with as well. One might question why they didn’t fight back once they had gotten the power to do so, but as Endola’s gaze landed on Earth and Clericath, there was no time to contemplate it.

We fought back and defended ourselves to the best of our abilities, but our war machines were useless. not even our Mechas had any chance against the supernatural might of Endola and Malnica. Clericath did what they could do defend us as well, but when the other two Discs came at them with warriors, sorcerers and mages born of the union between their own Mythics and their own humans, they couldn’t hold out for long. So, knowing that time was short, we turned to the ythics, the creatures of legend walking our Earth, asking, begging, them to help us.

They told us no; they wouldn’t fight for us. Instead, they offered an alternative. They offered to give us what the Mythics on the other Discs had given their own humans.

Ever since that Pixie way back when, had said that humans had magic of their own, but that it was dormant, many had tried to awaken them in every way imaginable. From ritual magic to whatever means you could find in those ridiculous books, to the use of sheer willpower. Nothing worked, and we remained without magic.

The alternative they offered was this: A human’s magic was dormant, but it could be awakened if they were to be infused with the essence of one of them. Research on the subject began immediately, with the help of some of the more magically inclined Mythics.

Half a year passed, and the first stations in which a human could become what would later be named a Shifter, or Twin Soul, were built. In the following year after that, more and more of them sprouted up, with academies following, Mythics themselves taking the roles of teachers and guides for whoever was found compatible with their own type of creature.

So, for the past nine years, we’ve been creating hybrids between humans and mythical creatures, creating soldiers with magical powers of one kind or another to fight and protect our Disc.

These warriors are then known as one of four categories: Titans, Demons, Fae, or Spirits, each with their own strengths and weaknesses, and each as terrifying as the anger of an entire species made manifest.

More information such as details regarding the mention Classes, Discs, the Academy, as well as some of the Mythics and a time-line of the major events since the Mythics appeared will come in the OOC post if/when we get this up.

But here's hoping a bunch of you will be willing to join :) I'll throw the OOC up in a day or two, depending on how many and how quickly I get responses.
Oh, and on a final note, if you want to join, I expect that you will be able to post at least once a week. The previous one fell to pieces because almost all of the players disappeared for whatever reason, and I don't want that to happen again.

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