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I'm probably joining with some theocratic empire based off space magic. I'm contemplating on making them pacifists or crusaders.
Keregar
Warlord of Kereg-Kor, Husband of Xaelia@Ellion and Nadia@Vesuvius00
Interacting with: Xaelia@Ellion and Nadia@Vesuvius00

The lustful fire in Kieran’s eyes did not subside. In fact, it flared up a little as he licked his lips. “A clever one, are you not?” He said rather teasingly as he pulled the knife. It had cut the fabric to the lowest point of her stomach. Almost too low. Almost. He let the knife play in between his fingers as he kept his eyes on Xaelia. He turned his face towards Varzar, who sat with his back towards his older brother. Kieran heard what his brother said about him and faked a hurt look. Then he looked at Nadia “You think she’s as clever? No, I don’t think so. Look how my little brother holds her hands. The clever ones don’t do that. I bet you wouldn’t do that.” He whispered. His gaze went back to Xaelia. He let his eyes follow the cut he made in the dress and once again licked his lips. He was getting hungry. Once again he put a hand on her lower back. Though he didn’t keep it there. The hand went lower and lower until he had the right curve. He never pulled her close though. Instead, he then let a finger trailer through the cut he made in the fabric. “Hush now. Not a word and not move wrong.” he said, his eyes locking onto hers. “Do you like exploring? I heard you talk about your homeland so I bet you do. You must’ve seen many places the bright sun touches. Though I am much more interested in what the sun doesn’t touch.”

Nadia asked her questions right when Kieran pulled back the little knife. “My… brothers live there too. You’ve already seen the twins. Then there is Kieran. He came with us so he should be around. But you have to look out for him. Then there is Bregrek. He never leaves his furnace so he didn’t come along. Then there is Karog and Drugal. My oldest and second oldest brother. Though they don’t live in Kereg-Kor anymore.” He explained to Nadia, never realizing or hearing what was happening behind him. “Kereg-Kor is… different.” He tried to explain. The little child knew fully well Kereg-Kor paled in beauty compared to Gemmenia. Or at least from the description of it. The trees were ugly and gnarled. The grass and moss a deep shade of green from all the blood that had been spilled on it. Not anymore though. According to his brothers the walls were once chiseled straight and true. Centuries of rain, snow and wind have weathered the black rock walls. “Then there are the other Gems. They’ve made their room pretty. Like you described home. Auntie Kyr makes sure everyone feels happy there.” He then quickly added. The room for the Gems was a diamond covered by black stone. A room made in the likeness of Gemminia itself. “There are woods… But I wouldn’t go there. Not without anyone with you. There are beasts there.” And also animals, he added in his mind. “You could live there with us. I’m sure of it!” He said with slightly faked enthusiasm. He didn’t want her to cry again. But the truth was that it was still a place deep in Drakka. A place Gems did not survive long. He had three mothers already, loved two of them but also killed one. “Yeah… you could live there.”

A loud explosion, one harder than thunder broke the concentration of both brothers in the room. They looked up from where the bang came with knowing eyes. The same thought rushed through both of their minds. The twins actually tried it. But Varzar then realized another thing. Kieran’s finger was not in a nice place. Furious like only the blood Keregar could be, he shot up and pulled him away from Xaelia. “Don’t you touch her!” he yelled.

Kieran never expected to be pulled backwards. The bigger, older Drakkan fell over backwards into the floor. Though he spared no time getting back up. Varzar put himself between Xaelia and his brother. Looking up but straight into Kieran’s eyes with a defiant stare. Tensions were rising as Kieran kept toying the knife in between his fingers behind his back. No words were said, until the door from the outside was slammed open. A flash of lightning illuminated the figure. Keregar, but something was off. As he walked in the fire light inside, his armor cracked a little more. More pieces dropped until finally his breastplate could not hold it together anymore. It broke free and fell down all around him. For a moment he looked behind him. At the back of his armor that feel. The damage was substantial. With the armor, he would have been terribly hurt. But by looking behind him, he showed his own back to the room. It was filled with ragged flesh, pale scars of lashes covered almost every inch of it. Several scars ran far, far deeper than any whip could ever inflict. He turned back to the room and looked at both the brothers. It was clear they were facing off. A small smile formed on his lips. Maybe the runt of the litter was finally showing his teeth. “I have business to attend to. Do not make me be interrupted.” He stated with a voice of stone, before he vanished into some other room. Then the twins dragged themselves inside. Covered by mud mixed with blood from the several wounds on their arms and back. Herstvich was stumbling, kept up by his brother. Though the moment he came in, he saw Kieran toying with his knife. Hitvich, almost instinctively knew why his brother suddenly got so angry again. He let him down carefully and then stomped over to Kieran, snatched the knife from his hand and pushed the tip below his chin. Forcing the Drakkan to look upwards if he didn’t want to be stabbed. “You touch this again, and I’ll flay your arm.” He said it with such cold malice. As if he would truly do it. Hitvich returned to his twin and both walked out of the room.

Kieran let out a deep sigh when both Keregar and the twins were out of sight. Though he still had Varzar, standing defiantly between him and his little game. “I hope you’re not a deep sleeper. I’d hate it if you’d miss my little visit tonight.” He said rather teasingly before he too vanished. Varzar kept his eyes on him right until he vanished through some door. Then he turned to Xaelia as he asked: “Are you alright?” When he saw her dress was cut, he turned his eyes away and grew a little red. “Sorry, I-I didn’t mean to…”

“Varzar.” Even without rage fueling it, Keregar’s voice was a force in of itself. He looked up immediately. “The Gems are tired. Lead them to their chambers.” The Warlord stated. It was his gift to the brides. One more night of peace.
This sounds interesting. Definitely going for something Magitech.
Keregar
Warlord of Kereg-Kor, Husband of Xaelia@Ellion and Nadia@Vesuvius00
Interacting with: Xaelia@Ellion and Nadia@Vesuvius00

Hitvich stood ready for his unarmed father with Warhammer in hand. One blow would be enough to break bones. But to do that, he’d have to hit his father. The rain turned the ground to soft mud filled with traitorous gravel. About 15 feet away Keregar stood. The silence was taunting the first twin. He charged, forgetting his brother behind him in a bid to finish it quickly. Or try at least. Keregar watched as his child charged. Foolish.

Hitvich jumped high up, lifting his hammer overhead.
Keregar made a small sidestep.
The hammer landed next to him.
He slammed an elbow into Hitvich.
The first twin fell into the mud.

Herstvich looked on from a distance. His brother was barely moving now. He saw him wincing in pain. From the twins, Herstvich favored a calculated approach more. He moved sideways and his father followed suit. Like two starved predators they kept their eyes on each other as they moved in circles. Herstvich kept his weapons, two war axes, up. The tension was ramping up. Both Drakkans were waiting for the other to move.

Herstvich moved first, throwing his one axe as a diversion.
Keregar dodged but took his eyes off Herstvich.
Herstvich dashed forward.
A few feet before he reached his father he dropped into a slide.
The mud did nothing to break his momentum.

Keregar didn’t even have to look. He knew his sons well enough. Herstvich always went for the low blow if he could. He grabbed the boy by the throat before he could finish the slide. Now, like some animal caught, he was squirming. In shock he had dropped his other axe. Though Hitvich had just risen. Mud mixed with blood painted his face as he swung his hammer once more. Though Keregar caught it mid-swing. “Is this what my blood has to offer?” The old Drakkan said. He slammed Herstvich into the handle. Shattering the wood and breaking the weapon. He then threw one twin against the other. Sending both sliding through the mud.

Both twins got up. Their weapons were gone and their father hadn’t even drawn his yet. One look at each other and they knew what they had to do. Both began to slam into the ground below. The mud flung away, revealing the solid earth below. With every hit, small cracks formed below Keregar. The cracks grew and grew. Jagged rocks began to spout sideways from the cracks. The Warlord was sinking into the ground. A crown of rocks surrounded him. Herstvich stopped pounding. Instead, he reached to the water from the rain. Pushing them together and cooling them down. Steam burst forth from the crater crowned by jagged rocks. As the rocks of ice fell from the heavens, more and more steam flew up from the crater. Until Herstvich, using as much power as he could, pushed all the rain in the air together, froze as much of it as he could and threw it into the crater.

Steam exploded from the crater. Both twins collapsed onto their knees in the mud. Exhausted from the pull of their magic. “You think the explosion got him?” Herstvich asked. “I think it hurt him.” Was the answer he got from his brother.

Steam continued to rise from with the crown of jagged rocks. Shrouding the crater in a fog. For several counts, it was completely quiet. Save for the rain still falling down. It would appear even thunder was waiting for something to happen. From within the fog, a faint red glow appeared. One that grew brighter more and more. Forming the shape of armor. A few rocks jutting out shattered as if they were hit by twenty hammers at once. Making an opening from the crater. Out from the fog marched Keregar. His metal armor glowing red-hot. The drops of rain that fell on it evaporated immediately. Though the metal was not in one piece. Hot shards of metal kept falling off. He looked at his sons. Bleeding and exhausted in the mud. Their weapons shattered or scattered. Then he looked behind him. To the crater crowned by stone, filled with steam. “You did well.”
Varzar listened attentively at Xaelia as she told him about the many areas of Gemmenia. To him it sounded like a green, beautiful paradise. A place of true wonder and beauty. Xaelia’s stories only confirmed those ideas. As she spoke of evergreen trees and large, blankets of pure, white snow he almost wanted to go then and there. He was hanging on every word she said. Then Nadia spoke. A warmth grew in the young Drakkan. She described something else entirely. Not greatness, not really. But a comfy place. A sort of place with a house and hearth. A simple life. One where you just worked the land and lived your life.

But then she began to cry. Varzar, at the sight of her tears, felt like he suddenly woke up. For a moment he was surprised. But then he realized what was happening. She missed home. Quickly he grabbed one of the few chairs still in one piece and placed it behind Nadia, letting her sit down. He also took off his own leather jacket and placed it over Nadia’s shoulders. After which he kneeled down before her and took her hands. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I asked.” He softly said. “It’s okay. I’m sorry you’re… here.” He kept silent for a moment. “Maybe… maybe someday you can show me your home.” He didn’t know what he was saying. That was for sure. He was far too young to fully understand what it meant. But he wasn’t a kid entirely. He might not know the full picture, but in his eyes you could see that he knew what he said was a big, grave thing.

The moment couldn’t go on forever though. As another Drakkan, slender and lean appeared behind Xaelia. With a flick of his hand he took the blade she kept behind her and swirled around her. Keeping one hand on her lower back as he pulled her close to him. “Well, well, what do we have here?” he said, as he softly pushed the blade against the middle of the bare part of her chest and let It slowly trail downwards. Making sure he didn’t cut her. “You must be a feisty one.” He continued as he turned his head to whisper, close, into her ear. “Hiding a knife like that. Imagine what father would say about that.” The trailing knife reached fabric. Though it did not dissuade the Drakkan. In fact, he pushed a little harder down and began to cut the dress. Slowly. “But what if I didn’t say a thing?” he said, with his hot breath on her neck. He planted a small kiss there too before he pulled his face back to look her into the eyes. “Maybe, as a little reward I could get a better taste of you?” he said with a sly smile.
I'd like to throw in my lot as Co-GM if needed for the new iteration. Maybe GM if Dinh doesn't want the post.
@Legion02 looks good, though I'm a bit worried that we now have two magic dominated nations with lots of slaves, we will have to work to differentiate them more when we start playing but I'm sure that won't be a problem so I don't see a need for anyone to change anything.


I understand the worry. Though let me point out a few differences. First of all, I'd say that on the scale of magical prowess the Sorcerer-Kings are far stronger than the average Ascendancy mage. Furthermore, it would appear that the Sorcerer-Kings during war, stay behind the battle lines and let slaves, abominations and other monsters do the dirty work. This is in stark contrast of the average Battle-Mage. Who is a highly trained, highly disciplined warrior.

EDIT: In general, I think the Ascendancy mostly looks like Drunken Conquistador's faction before the destruction of his lands. Which might be an interesting plot point in of itself.



It's not yet done! Still need to throw in some good characters.
This is right up my alley! Okay so I will probably make a human Magnocratic Meritocracy with slaves. All free people have access to free magical education for the basics. Depending on their skills, drive and talent they can advance higher and higher. This also means that traditional family structures don't exist. It's only for humans though, as other races can never become part of the citizen class. Foreigners are restricted to the trading harbour areas. To fuel this rather idealistic nation it will depend on magical enforced slavery. The country side, while quite saturated by magic, will have been ravaged by a recent civil war. Though it would be in the process of being healed. The main goal would be to gather more and more magic, no matter the sacrifices. Until ascenscion into godhood is achievable (a lofty goal to be sure, it's a testament to the magnocratic class' arrogance). What do you all think?
Keregar
Warlord of Kereg-Kor, Husband of Xaelia@Ellion and Nadia@Vesuvius00
Interacting with: Xaelia@Ellion and Nadia@Vesuvius00

The kid just smiled. It was an innocent smile, or at least as innocent as a Drakkan could appear. “I'm Varzar. And you two are my new mothers. That’s how it works here.” He said to Xaelia. “I’ve had three mothers already. Though my first mother died when I was born. The second had an accident when hunting. I think Alia accidentally ate her.” He said it rather off-handedly. Then he was quiet for a moment, pondering on what happened to the third. Then he remembered: “Oh and the third one wanted to run. She had hair like yours!” he said excitingly, pointing at Nadia. “Dad said she was a fiery one. He liked that. One time he came out of Sorrak’s Sanctuary with three big burn wounds from her.” He said rather excited. “He also likes it when they run. He lets them for a day or two. Then we all mounted up and went hunting for her. I didn’t catch her though. Karog, my brother-“ but then the kid got rather rudely interrupted as a Drakkan, slightly bigger than him but with a lot more mass appeared behind him and pushed him away while saying: “Move away turd.” The kid didn’t say anything, though his eyes held a mixture of anger and pain.

Behind the first, a second Drakkan came. Who looked exactly like the first. Both were built like bulls. Hitvich and Herstvich. One whistled when he saw Nadia and Xaelia. “Look at these fine things.” The other mentioned. Both were looking up the Gems from top to bottom, letting their eyes hover over the more prominent features of each Gem. Especially Nadia who had to do with a piece of clothing less. One slowly licked his lips as he observed her figure. The other of the twins grabbed a jug, pour two cups full of a strange liquid and offered the cup to his twin brother. The smaller Drakkan who was pushed aside finally got up and vanished back around the corner he came from. “You think he’ll spare them until we’re in Kereg-Kor?” one said to the other. Prompting a small laugh. “One maybe. He’ll spare the prettiest.” The other one seemed to ponder upon what his brother said for a moment. “So which one you think it will be?”

“The brunette of course.” The other twin said in an instant. Though his brother had his doubt. “He likes them fire-kissed though. I’d go for the redhead.” The other twin shook his head. “Sorrak guide you when you’re getting your bride, brother.” Though the remark wasn’t really welcome. The insulted twin, sitting from his chair, pulled a knife from his back and flung it at his brother. The blade impaled itself into the wooden cup. Right before a wide-eyed Hitvich. Who threw the cup down in a fury and charged his brother. The two clashed, sending the chair to topple backwards. The hind legs of couldn’t bear the weight. A crack later and the two were spinning off the collapsed chair. The other twin, Herstvich got on top of his twin. Two hard fists landed on Hitvich’s face. Enraged by the attack he stretched out his hand. The magic gathered in his palm in the form of fire. A third fist of Herstvich landed. Hitvich pushed his hand holding the fire into his brother’s side. The compressed flames busted outwards. The flash was enough to scare his brother off him. He managed to get up and wipe the blood flowing from his nose away. Herstvich wasn’t done though. Realizing what his brother had done, he too reached out with his magic. With his power he gathered the moister and water in Nadia’s dress together and froze them. His brother knew what he was doing though and reached out again. Hitvich began to form fire in his palms. The twins attacked exactly at the same time. The skirmish raged on for several moments longer. Soon one or the other was lifting chairs and throwing them around. Smaller furniture was soon reduced to splinters and shattered pieces.

“Enough!” Keregar’s angered shouted over the commotion. Herstvich was about to throw another chair as his brother was preparing another blast of fire. “What is going on?” he asked calmly. But everyone knew there was a fire raging inside of him. “Nothing… father.” One of the twins said, swallowing hard. “Outside! Both of you!” Both twins went outside. Followed by Keregar. Soon the clashing of metal and thunder mixed from the outside.

As quickly as the smallest, youngest Drakkan had vanished, he appeared again. This time holding two cups of tea and a smile. “Sorry for that.” He said as he walked through the splinters of the chairs and tables his twin brothers broke. “They often get that way.” He tried to explain as he handed both Gems the cups filled with tea. “It’s tea of Gemmenia. They sell it in the market.” He tried to reassure the Brides. “You’re both from Gemina right? How does it look there?” he asked with genuine curiosity.
Still alive! Just waiting for the GM post to drop before I make my own post.
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