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gonna have to agree with my invertabrother with the wicked speech pattern here. Going by the old biblical binary then going further with the 'well angles aren't inherently good and demons not inherently bad' cliché of the modern era is kind of...well… a really well treaded path in general. Calling them by those specific names is rather pointless. If at the end of the day each race has an equal

We also have basically no information on nature of these creatures in a physical or socially sense. If I were to make a casual suggestion on this topic; especially we do go A and D here.

Thoughts on 'Angle' like race.

A race of beings based on an affinity for light. How about they have the ability to manipulate light. To create matter and constructs from said light. It would go a long way to the cultural astatic if that was an intrinsic part of their nature. Hence glowing halos and shining wings ( though the wings could perhaps be organic, meh either way, I do like the idea of wings being a constructed thing tho ) They have built a nation of flying cities of pure solid light among the clouds to separate themselves from everything and to allow them to create a world whole their own.

How diverse is the race of angles. We thinking all pale peeps with white clothing’s? That’s kind of boring as shit. How about system built on the Order of the heavenly hosts. 9 orders of 'Angels' divided into three sphere ( we will come back to this concept later ). Maybe some basic appearance differences ( I'd recommend aspects that are reference to the name sake angles EX: angles of the Cherubim have some sort of animal like feature from one of the animals who are associated with them ( ox, lion, eagle ) ) Perhaps the higher up you go in the angelic rank the more powerful they are at manipulating light and can do bigger and crazier shit with it.

A society built on order to a fault. Everything is beaucracy. You practically have to file paper work to cross a street. Order is all. To that end the three spheres ( told you I'd come back to this ) of angelic hosts work something like a cast system. Angles of the lowest sphere hold almost no policy making power in the society, the second sphere holds some power, the third holds most.

Thoughts on Demons:

Demons traditionally take many forms and have a great many aspects. So potentially the variations on a demon's racial aspects could be infinite. But that would be silly so lets narrow that shit down a little. How about we make them sort of Environmental? Demons take after their environment. Demons from fiery lands have fiery aspects (red skin, high body temps, immune to fire, fire powers) Demons of earth have earthy qualities/powers, water of water, ect ect. To that end maybe while the Angles live in high flying cities of light in the sky, they take up life on the harsh ground below where ever environment is a super esteem version of said environment, hence they have evolved to take on aspects of their respective environment to survive them. I feel as if this also works with how diverse the concept of 'Hell' can be. To one hell could be a fiery abbys, to another a endless freezing wasteland, to another dark suffocating tunnels with no escape, ect ect.

Their world is chaos and so is their society. If you could even really call it that. Everyone does what they need to survive. For weaker demons that often means banding together for safety and cooperation. For more powerful demons that sometimes means taking what you need from someone else. Power is a decider, be it the strength of the one or the strength of the many. Perhaps each specific realm of 'hell' has one demon everyone recognizes as the strongest and would be the defacto leader of said hell, though I don't know if that would play any part of our story outside of a culture building trope.

Anywho those are my thoughts. Take em or leave em. I'm perfectly happy doing trolls/humans/what evers xD
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Nope, I'm still in. Thanksgiving has has me mostly occupied though. Also was half waiting on a supposed post order
As the briefing went along Regan very carefully kept herself from tapping her foot, though her impatient and frustration practically begged her to do something bitter and petulant. The purpose of this meeting had been kept top secret. Gossip among wizards is a vicious thing, so it didn’t shock her that they wanted to keep the news that the strongest and most successful dark wizard in the past few ages was back from the dead…again. But even though the secrecy made sense to her, she couldn’t help but be frustrated. She had at least five tools that would be helpful on this mission, or they would in theory at least. They were also highly specialized so they weren’t the sort of more general utilitarian magical knick-knacks she kept with her always. If she had known what was up, she could have brought everyone helpful toys. But if a wish was a coin I’d have change to spare Regan thought to herself ruefully, especially since by the sounds of it they didn’t have time to make a trip to her work shop in Ireland and grab half a dozen handy tricks.

But despite the dire stakes of their mission and likely the limited amount of time they had to act; they met here and not on site to do their planning. Looked like there would be Lots of talk, few ideas, and plenty of indecision was going to be the underlying theme of this team. White council business as normal. This is exactly why she preferred to work as a lone warden, or to focus on her medical work. No hemming and hawing, get the job done or lives would be lost. She thanked any god that her apprentice was not a lollygagger. She wanted to snap at the group to shot up and get them to London so they could start seeing what clues they could find and what actions they should actually take as opposed to what may be found and what might be done.

But she was the junior most wizard in attendance on this task force, and she was not a warden commander nor even that high ranked among the wardens. She was well enough respected. If her Mum’s station as a warden higher-up wasn’t enough, her more than adequate skills in both combat and life-saving made up for it. But respect did not match the voice provided by rank or age among the white council. Regan could feel Lena’s gaze resting on her as it always did during meetings or other long boring formal affairs. She returned a sharp look to her appliance, urgering her to hold onto her patients for the time being. Though she was almost certain the girl would be able to tell Regan’s own ability to move in the correct member of a respectable wizard of the white council was already rather strained.

“We can’t discount that London is also one of the oldest cities in the world, meaning many very old grave yards, and it’s on an island with a rather intense bloody history. The number of skirmishes and battles waged over the centuries in Britain is hard to calculate. On top of both of those facts, it’s a cultural hub. Meaning lots of very genuine articles and artifacts that could hold a lingering spiritual presence. Unless I’m missing my mark, it makes London kind of a perfect place of a beast like Kemmler.” She rolled the smooth wood of her shillelagh in her gloved hands, looking mostly down to not meet anyone’s gaze as her mind worked through words and ideas that would express her need for action but also keep from stepping out of line. For the time being. The day was young and the fiery soul that was Regan Shauna O’Bagley rarely staid unkindled.

“I’ve heard plenty of him but never gone to field against him. But I do know that to catch a beast you must understand what it hunts for.” She added “Kemmler is likely to be after what he is always after. Power. We need to find what parts of London could offer him the most power and start our hunt there.” She lifted her gaze as another thought struck her. “We should have more muscle on call than this force, if possible. Doesn’t the Mad Man have a handful of followers who are no lightweights themselves?"
Sorry yall, been kind of a hell-week for me. Hell week and a half If I'm being honest. Working on my post now.
I've been called Knight of Hope and Sylph of Hope. Most people seem to hope player me. Hell, a fried did like a talk sprite art thing of me in a knight of hope get-up. I'll have to hunt that down...

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Crap its on my old laptop, may be a bit till I get that up <.<;;
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I'm still here.
Ragen will have a post up today or tomorrow, been a busy week.

In other news relistening to summer knight audio book
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