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Dungeon Fantasy [A Comedy Rp!]

@Holy Soldier Almost forgot it! Sorry!

Champions, Regiments and Wizards

Mage Guild of Tal'Zaroth

Regiment Name: Mage Guild of Tal’Zaroth
Banner: A golden orb pierced by a silver sword with a closed eye in its hilt. The orb and sword both are flanked by green laurels. All this rests upon a field of black.
Nationality/Race: Independent/Various
Racial Specifics: None
Size of Host:
50 Witchblades
50 Sorcerers
50 Warlocks
60 Apprentices (20 per group)
Specialty: Short-range to close quarter magical combat
Typical Arms:
Witchblades – Swords, maces, Glaives with the occasional potion
Sorcerers – Orbs, Crystal shards, Staves
Warlocks – Staves, wands, scepters, daggers

Typical Armour:
Witchblades – Witchblades commonly wear leather and chainmail to remain mobile yet still protected. They never wear a shield, though. Due to their heavy equipment (which is often enchanted) as well as the potions and poisons they carry, a Witchblade often wears a circlet of silver with a sapphire inlaid which aids in their focus to cast spells. However, this does leave them uniquely vulnerable to arrows and ranged weapons.

Sorcerers – Sorcerers stick with light and flexible, padded leather cuirass over ordinary clothes. While most Sorcerers do not expect to get hit by anything, it’s always nice to have a back-up.

Warlocks – Warlocks forsake any form of defense for comfort and maximum ability to cast their spells. They wear long robes made of cloth, commonly enchanted to aid in their spellcasting.

Typical Steeds: Horses

Magics Used: Nearly all magic is allowed to be used within the Guild. However, through many years of refining, it was decided that Mana-based magic is the best to be used. Not only because of the ease it offers but also the power. It is a perfect balance.

Elemental magic – Fire, air, water, and earth. Many Witchblades (and some Sorcerers) use mana to drive the elements to their will. Often to devastating effect. Elemental magic is also the easiest to use but sadly does not scale to higher tier spells so well. Witchblades & Sorcerers like Elemental Magic for the ease of use in the midst of combat.

Imbue – Imbue calls upon magical forces (elements, mana,…) to temporary power up equipment and weapons. For example, a Witchblade will often imbue his weapon with fire, thus make it burn or superheat the metal. Commonly used by Witchblades and some Sorcerers

Mana magic – While changing mana or forcing it to drive elements is certainly easy, utilizing pure mana is far more powerful. Mana magic unleashes hellishly powerful spells that do not require any chants (just like elemental magic the Guild uses) BUT does require the caster to channel as much mana into the spell as possible. Pure mana magic thus depends greatly on the casters’ mana channeling. Mostly used by sorcerers and warlocks.

Soul magic – Soul magic is by far the most dangerous one and is only allowed to be used by Warlocks capable enough. Soul magic drains from the power of the soul. Mostly something or someone else’s soul. These spells are very powerful but very dangerous. As there is a constant threat that one would accidentally miscalculate their victim’s soul and thus start using their own. By many it is seen as Dark Magic and this is not untrue. Many old Warlocks often claim that soul magic brings one close to the Shadow Realm.

History: How does a guild as might as that of Tal’Zaroth start? What and who allowed them to gather such power? These questions have long since plagued the long line of counts overseeing Tal’Zaroth as they have to watch how the Guild is more revered than they are.

It, in fact, all started with a lone traveler. A mage by the name of Yrios. He was young and studied magic from books. In that time such a thing was rare, as many with the magical gifts enrolled at schools. However, Yrios had gathered bits and pieces of many kinds of magic and made them his own. He developed a unique way of fighting. While still in its infancy, he was very capable in this self-made style. He started carrying out tasks for the people of Tal’Zaroth. Initially stupid things like killing rats or help herding cows. But as his recognition rose, so did the difficulty of his tasks. Soon he faced off against bandits and monsters in the field. Slaying them all. For Yrios was not a mere mage cowering behind robes and a wall of warriors to cast spells from afar. He dressed in leather, wielding a sword in his right and used his left palm to swiftly cast a flurry of minor spells, distracting his enemies and weakening them.

His reputation only grew until one of the school’s masters had enough of this “youngling’s ineptitude” and vowed to teach him a lesson. The vain master challenged Yrios to a duel. To be held at his own school to teach his own pupils, who have been admiring Yrios’ style of combat more and more, that he was just a warrior with a minor gift for magic. The duel lasted less than a minute. Yrios had taken a potion to enhance his speed and used his left hand to ward off the only spell the master could cast. With a blade at the master’s neck he was forced to forfeit. Thus began the years of challenge. Many more masters wanted to duel with Yrios. After a while they began to pay him for it, as they thought that winning from him would bestow great respect upon themselves. None managed it. Yrios grew with every duel. He learned how mages classically fought and used that knowledge against them. Most remained stationary and cast their barriers and offensive spells. Expecting the same. But none expect Yrios to move so fast or hit that hard. The interwoven spells in his combat were getting more pivotal in his takedowns.

Eventually, all the masters of the city had tried to take him down. All failed. This took many years and the lands surrounding Tal’Zaroth were now more at peace than ever. Thus Yrios started his own organization. But not in the ways of the schools. He began by training a single apprentice. The young boy, by the name of Aurelios, grew beside his master. Until he was deemed independent enough. Aurelios began to complete tasks of his own, following in the footsteps of his master who took another apprentice. Eventually, after many years the first 3 apprentices of Yrios became Masters of their own. Taking up their own teacher’s mantle. But the 3 apprentices had each a different philosophy and way of fighting. Thus they created the 3 branches of the Guild. Just like their master they each only ever trained 1 apprentice at the time. Who would after their training join the most preferred branch to rise to the status of master.

This all lasted, until the normal schools their masters once more thought they could best the Guild’s odd way of magical combat. However, this time they wanted to put an end to it once and for all. They tried to burn the Guildhall. To cataclysmic effects.

To them. Because one of their own younglings had told the Guildmasters about the plan. The Guild lured the masters into a trap. As they set fire to the Guildhall, the doors locked behind them and they could not escape. Some could protect themselves from the flames with magic to survive the fire. But on the following morning, they were unceremonially slaughtered. Then the Purge began. Guildmembers began to get assignments dictating to kill certain mages of schools. The city of Tal’Zaroth watched helplessly as one mage after another was found murdered in their own rooms. The Count depended greatly on both the Guild and the Schools to defend his city. He knew one was doomed and the other was rising. Interfering now would only have terrible consequences for his own city. Eventually either the mages joined the Guild or were slaughtered. And thus their reign began. They became irreplaceable to the city of Tal’Zorath. The power hungry guild forced the city council to join the Moonsong Alliance for various rights for magic users. But even now certain laws are bend to breaking point by the Guild. Who still desire nothing more than power and become the singular entity of rule over mages everywhere.

Dungeon Fantasy [A Comedy Rp!]

@Holy Soldier Can I sent Alex out towards the guy who's daughter was kidnapped to ask what exactly happened & if the bandits left any clues so I can keep it all going? I don't think Alex needs to stay at the Tavern for much longer considering he got his task.

Champions, Regiments and Wizards

I'm in! Going to make a regiment!

Divided We Stand

THIS POST TAKES PLACE THE NEXT DAY!

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Location: Somewhere
Interacting with: Darkstar
Curious & Interested

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Once more Lucas found himself in the strange moon flowered garden he found himself not so long ago in. He woke up amid an opening of grass, from which traveled a gravel road flanked by the glowing white flowers. But what was truly strange was the fact that Lucas knew he was asleep. A little bit confused he stood up and followed the gravel path towards the gazebo. Knowing full well that the other side of it was a steep cliff into nothingness. Above him, the galaxy showed itself in the colors he thought only telescopes could reveal. Vibrant shapes of nebulae colored the heavens in red, green, purple and the darkest of blue. All upon a canvas of black dotted with innumerable silvery dots of light. This time, unafraid but curious he walked up towards the black hooded figure standing in the gazebo. “Not going to expel me this time?” he asked as he took his place standing next to Darkstar.

“No.” The voice was distorted. Ethereal. Heavy. A power coursed through the very words it spoke. A power that was not there the last time. Yet it held no offense against Lucas.

“That’s a start I suppose.” Lucas diverted his attention as the endless sight before him. Much like the night sky on earth, looking at it wouldn’t hint away any movement. But looking and looking back at it later would show how the whole heavens have shifted. Now too did the nebulae dance slowly across the eternal cosmos. “Why did you bring me up here?” he then asked, still looking at the slow show before him.

“I brought you here to apologize.” Said the strange creature next to him, seemingly not taking away his vision either from the magnificent, colorful theater. “Something happened and… You were not supposed to find me yet.” It continued to explain. “I wish I could take it back.”

“I don’t.” Said Lucas, as he stopped marveling at the skies and returned towards the white flowers. Which somehow looked equally fascinating. He never saw anything like them before. “You saved me.” He continued. Everything felt so clear now. The illusions cast by the shades in the Red Level. How they forced him through such horrible things. He remembered vanishing, and when he got back everything was blackened by fire. Still, he knew it was the Darkstar that protected him then.

The Darkstar, floating off the ground followed him into the garden behind the gazebo. Silence fell over the place. Lucas took a seat on the grass, looking over the whole garden. “What are you?”

“I could not tell you.” The cloaked figure kept his distance from the boy. “Explaining what I am would be akin to explaining an Egyptian farmer how Quantum Mechanics work. First I would have to teach you the very fundamentals upon which not just this realm was built, but the others as well. I would have to explain to you the many dimensions, of which your kin only knows 4 for certain. I am afraid, Lucas, that explaining what I am would cost you your life and that of a hundred generations after you.” It circled Lucas now, who kept perfectly still. “I know this is not the answer you desire. But comprehension is not infinite. It’s bordered by understanding.”

Lucas, for once, seemed to be content with that. He knew that pushing the thought was a bad idea. Or rather, it was a hopeless cause. “Then where are we?”

“I can only offer you glimpses of the whole truth, considering your limited awareness of the universe.” When you blink, you’re only blind for a fraction of a second. But in that fraction, everything around Lucas had shifted. He found himself in a Japanese garden. In front of him there was a bridge leading to a small terrace with two chairs, a small, wooden table and two white cups with something steamy in it. The sky was blue with a cloud left and right. The sun stood high and warmed the world Lucas found himself in. An old man sat on one of the chairs, smoking a pipe crafted into an Asian dragon. The man was dressed in a long, colorful robe. Lucas knew it was the Darkstar. He crossed the bridge onto the little island and took a seat next to his own power. In front of him, he saw numerous streams flow in from an endless amount of directions. Even streams completely unsupported dropped in the creek before them that flowed around the little island there were on. The shores were flanked by blossoming cherry trees. Their pink petals dotting the flow every now and then. Yet up in the sky it betrayed that they were not on Earth. Huge orbs floated overhead. Moons either masive or incredibily close. But colorful and bright. “Beautiful.”

“Look into the water, Lucas. What do you see?” the Darkstar asked him, and Lucas obeyed, looking over the side of his chair into the very clear water. He saw all kinds of life. Fishes, turtles, frogs. Some motionless in the water. Others going as the stream goes. Yet some creatures, like the little turtles, managed to get ashore for a moment to flap around or warm themselves in the sun. “Humans are fishes.” The Darkstar began to explain. “They must follow the stream. Once chosen a path, a fish cannot change it. This is true with humans and their relation towards time. Once committed to a path, one cannot change course. Fishes must follow the stream.” Lucas watched attentively. It was true, no fish was trying to swim against the current. “However, where we are, is here. On the island, -“ “Between time.” Lucas interrupted, observing the fish and other aquatic creatures. “We… I am a turtle.” He followed up, looking at the small shells lying on the shore. “Very true.” A puff of smoke came from under the hood of Darkstar. “A glimpse of your power.” He added. But Lucas got up from the chair to the clear curiosity of the Darkstar. Who slightly turned it’s ‘head’. Lucas patiently waited, but lightning fast he grabbed a fish and pulled it out of the water. The initial movement seemed violent, but as he held the fish in his arm, walked across the little island towards the other side it was clear he had no ill will towards it. Slowly he released it into the other side of the island in which it swiftly continued on its journey. “That’s a Darkstar power too, isn’t it?” he asked, standing knees deep in the temperate water towards the blackness of the hood where the Darkstar’s face was supposed to be. Instead, a puff of smoke rose from under the hood. “A fast learner, you are.” He followed up. “Sadly you are not entirely correct. Such movement is not that simple. There are other laws at work there.” Another blink and Lucas found himself back in the white flowered garden.

“So this is an island in time?” Asked a still standing Lucas to nowhere in particular. As there was no Darkstar to be seen. But an ominous voice said: “Yes. Time has little to no meaning here. It a place disconnected from the stream.” Lucas nodded in understanding as he returned to the gazebo. Looking from the cliffside over down. Where there were still milky colors to be seen. “It’s beautiful here. In this refuge from the flow. I wish I could come here more often.”

“In time. Even the turtle must learn how to swim ashore.” The ominous voice of the Darkstar commented. “However, even the turtle must return to the waters in time. I’m sorry, Lucas. I’m afraid you must go.” Lucas walked up towards the gazebo and watched down the cliff into the endlessly filled void. “Goodbye.” He took a small jump and tumbled down. The next thing he knew, his eyes shot open to be greeted by the sun shining through his window.

Dungeon Fantasy [A Comedy Rp!]

Name: Alexander Salzar
Level: 1
Race: Human
Class: Sorcerer
Date/Time: Day 1 / Morning
Location: Bridgewater - Greased Oak Tavern - Entrance => Meeting spot
Tagging: @Halvtand
Mentioned: -

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A special mission? For him already? He felt honored. Then again, how special could it really be? He was new, inexperienced and not yet matched into a party. It was probably more of a solo mission he didn't really require back-up for. But he couldn't complain. Money is money. He couldn't be picky about these things. Not yet. With a curd nod he acknowledged Seth and walked up towards him. Casting a look over the newly found guild. Things would have to be upped a notch in professionalism according to Alex. He reached Seth and started with: "I'll rather take the solo mission unless the second group feels they require back up. More tasks completed mean more gold and resources for the guild." he wasn't really considering sharing everything. Maybe 1/4th of whatever he earned? Or free alchemical services. It didn't matter for now, though he might want to inform the Guild Leader of his skills. "Sir! I mean Seth. This is just a heads-up really. But if you happen to come across some herbs, please take them. You never know which potion I might cook up." Or rather which potion he could cook up in the distant future when he got the herbs identified and got a recipe for them. But still, having a small stock couldn't hurt? "So what is this mission?"

Dungeon Fantasy [A Comedy Rp!]

Name: Alexander Salzar
Level: 1
Race: Human
Class: Sorcerer
Date/Time: Day 1 / Morning
Location: Bridgewater - Greased Oak Tavern - Entrance => Meeting spot
Tagging: @Holy Soldier, @Ayemdar, @Cyrania, @Vec, @Raizin, @Bright_Ops, @Halvtand, @Fetzen, @JackalopeLove, @KoL.
Mentioned: -

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“Damn it, damn it, damn it.” Alex kept cursing at himself. Coming in late was hardly a good first impression. And he worked so hard to be professional! His clothes were clean again, his orb polished and he was ready to prove himself to the other guild members. He wasn’t entirely sure what the task at hand would be for him. But alas, he wanted to be prepared. Though he wished he had just a little more time and coins so he could maybe cook up a potion at the tavern’s alchemy station. Alas, some things could not be. Eventually, he reached the Greased Oak. A tavern he was not entirely familiar with. Alex was new to Bridgewater, having previously lived at another little town where he mostly did the same work. Until a corrupt sheriff thought it good to suddenly tax his line of business. After paying the clearly corrupt man he left the town for a greater opportunity.

One he got right now, as he entered the door and saw a group of unique individuals having gathered already. “Damn it.” He whispered to himself. Accursing the fact that he came in too late already. “Apologies for being late.” He didn’t really have a good excuse other than having overslept himself. “I hope I’m not interrupting any important decisions?” he asked no-one in particular but rather the whole group. Expecting to get an answer from at least one person.

Dungeon Fantasy [A Comedy Rp!]

@Holy Soldier Oh crap! Sorry, I made the adaptations you requested so I thought it would be cleared. Hold on, I'll put it here:

CS

Character Name: Alexander Salzar
Alias: -None-
Age: 21
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 80kg
Hair Color: Dark brown but there is a hint of white at the roots. It's as if the hair itself darkens the longer it gets.
Eye Color: Normal brown, human eyes. But when he uses magic they turn slightly purple. Most only see it when it either gets pointed out for them or when they focus on his eyes when it happens.
Visual Description:

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Written Description: Alexander often appears pretty clean and well shaven and such. Though his clothes aren't particularly flashy, they certainly are practical. Unlike robes. They are also always absolutely spotless. He makes sure of that. Alex himself is by far not strong, nor as lean as thieves or barbarians would be. Though he isn't frail as the common wizard, nor as old. He has a scar on the back of his right hand from a blade. He keeps his body devoided of any gold and keeps his copper orb in a satchel on his hip.
Level: 1
Class: Sorcerer (Sorcerers, unlike wizards, have a natural aptitude for magic. Them harnessing magic is akin to a poet writing a poem.)
Abilities:
1. Mana blast - The sorcerer concentrates mana in front of him and releases the violent energy in an instant. It's a short ranged spell with devastating effect. The size, as well as the power of the blast, depends on how long the Sorcerer has been channeling mana & how capable a sorcerer is at channeling Mana. As a starter Sorcerer, he barely grasps the idea or concept of Mana. The closest comparison he can make is wood to fuel a fire (not really accurate at all) thus his channeling ability is not that good yet. Mana blast is effective against opponents in about a 3 meters range away from him. After that the effect is greatly reduced to none-existent at 5 meters.
2. Mana orb - The sorcerer gathers Mana around his enchanted Orb. Allowing the Mana to remain stable as it clings to the object. It can throw said orb for explosive effect. Again, power depends on how capable the sorcerer is at gathering Mana, as well as how long he/she was channeling.

Skills:
1. Beast knowledge - Alexander knows about the many beasts of Bridgewater, as well as whatever roams the fields & forests around it. This knowledge translates into knowing what beast may drop what resources, as well as where it may be the weakest. This applies to wild creatures (like wolves) and any related creatures (like giant rats). However, it does NOT apply to humans, demons, mystical creatures, etc etc.
2. Alchemy - Give him a cauldron and the required materials and he'll whip you up whatever potion you want. One that enhances the mind, one that makes you stronger or one that knits the flesh together faster. The opposite is possible too. The fastest way to kill a man is by making sure his heart stops without even making a wound. Aside from those serious businesses, it's also pretty profitable when you learn how to make potions that just get someone high as a kite.

Right now he can make lesser health & mana potion, as well as a potion that gives you a bit of a buzz (could technically be used to gain an advantage in battle but it has to be ingested and takes a while to kick in). He uses the last one mostly to gain a few coins. To practice alchemy one needs a complete alchemy station (cauldron, water, fire,...), vials and the appropriate ingredients.

Weapon: Orb - The preferred weapon of the Sorcerer is an orb. From when they were little, most Sorcerers learned how to levitate tiny rocks or objects. Most learned that an orb quickly becomes a sling without a rope attached. Which is how they commonly fight when someone gets too close and they can't gather Mana. Sorcerer's their spells often depend on the Orb so there is often a built in safety making it return after used.

Personality: Alex is by all accounts a bit of a hard-ass. He stands on politeness and seriousness. Though he will laugh at a joke, don't expect him to make any himself. During job, he tries to be the epitome of professionalism. That all lasts until you get him drunk. Becuase then he's as loud as a dwarf and as foul-mouth like a sailor. However, while his is polite and such, he is also pretty greedy and his only loyalty is to money. He ain't an idiot thought. You'll have to pay him a lot if you want him to break any laws. And even then he needs to be sure he won't get caught. All in all, he ain't stupid.
Quirks: Greedy, believes that black cats actually bring luck.
Likes: Wealth, magical power, having a great pub party, influence
Dislikes: Poverty, powerlessness, barfights
Inventory: Empty

Again, sorry! Missunderstanding from my side! I'll delete the post!

Dungeon Fantasy [A Comedy Rp!]

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Dungeon Fantasy [A Comedy Rp!]

Alexander

Character Name: Alexander Salzar
Alias: -None-
Age: 21
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 80kg
Hair Color: Dark brown but there is a hint of white at the roots. It's as if the hair itself darkens the longer it gets.
Eye Color: Normal brown, human eyes. But when he uses magic they turn slightly purple. Most only see it when it either gets pointed out for them or when they focus on his eyes when it happens.
Visual Description:

Pic

Written Description: Alexander often appears pretty clean and well shaven and such. Though his clothes aren't particularly flashy, they certainly are practical. Unlike robes. They are also always absolutely spotless. He makes sure of that. Alex himself is by far not strong, nor as lean as thieves or barbarians would be. Though he isn't frail as the common wizard, nor as old. He has a scar on the back of his right hand from a blade. He keeps his body devoided of any gold and keeps his copper orb in a satchel on his hip.
Level: 1
Class: Sorcerer (Sorcerers, unlike wizards, have a natural aptitude for magic. Them harnessing magic is akin to a poet writing a poem.)
Abilities:
1. Mana blast - The sorcerer concentrates mana in front of him and releases the violent energy in an instant. It's a short ranged spell with devastating effect. The size, as well as the power of the blast, depends on how long the Sorcerer has been channeling mana & how capable a sorcerer is at channeling Mana. As a starter Sorcerer, he barely grasps the idea or concept of Mana. The closest comparison he can make is wood to fuel a fire (not really accurate at all) thus his channeling ability is not that good yet. Mana blast is effective against opponents in about a 3 meters range away from him. After that the effect is greatly reduced to none-existent at 5 meters.
2. Mana orb - The sorcerer gathers Mana around his enchanted Orb. Allowing the Mana to remain stable as it clings to the object. It can throw said orb for explosive effect. Again, power depends on how capable the sorcerer is at gathering Mana, as well as how long he/she was channeling.

Skills:
1. Beast knowledge - Alexander knows about the many beasts of Bridgewater, as well as whatever roams the fields & forests around it. This knowledge translates into knowing what beast may drop what resources, as well as where it may be the weakest. This applies to wild creatures (like wolves) and any related creatures (like giant rats). However, it does NOT apply to humans, demons, mystical creatures, etc etc.
2. Alchemy - Give him a cauldron and the required materials and he'll whip you up whatever potion you want. One that enhances the mind, one that makes you stronger or one that knits the flesh together faster. The opposite is possible too. The fastest way to kill a man is by making sure his heart stops without even making a wound. Aside from those serious businesses, it's also pretty profitable when you learn how to make potions that just get someone high as a kite.

Right now he can make lesser health & mana potion, as well as a potion that gives you a bit of a buzz (could technically be used to gain an advantage in battle but it has to be ingested and takes a while to kick in). He uses the last one mostly to gain a few coins. To practice alchemy one needs a complete alchemy station (cauldron, water, fire,...), vials and the appropriate ingredients.

Weapon: Orb - The preferred weapon of the Sorcerer is an orb. From when they were little, most Sorcerers learned how to levitate tiny rocks or objects. Most learned that an orb quickly becomes a sling without a rope attached. Which is how they commonly fight when someone gets too close and they can't gather Mana. Sorcerer's their spells often depend on the Orb so there is often a built in safety making it return after used.

Personality: Alex is by all accounts a bit of a hard-ass. He stands on politeness and seriousness. Though he will laugh at a joke, don't expect him to make any himself. During job, he tries to be the epitome of professionalism. That all lasts until you get him drunk. Becuase then he's as loud as a dwarf and as foul-mouth like a sailor. However, while his is polite and such, he is also pretty greedy and his only loyalty is to money. He ain't an idiot thought. You'll have to pay him a lot if you want him to break any laws. And even then he needs to be sure he won't get caught. All in all, he ain't stupid.
Quirks: Greedy, believes that black cats actually bring luck.
Likes: Wealth, magical power, having a great pub party, influence
Dislikes: Poverty, powerlessness, barfights
Inventory: Empty