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I edited the Int Check to add how Magic works!
This is very interesting but I would like more information about how magic will work.


Give me some time.
Mik & Ty


A collab with @The Jest


Wednesday Morning, 2 days ago.


Another morning, another nightmare waking him up in a cold sweat, all relatively clockwork at this point. As he did his business and got dressed, Tyler looked out the window once more to notice nothing peculiar this time around. It seems after that tree stunt from Hat, the rest of yesterday was essentially back to normal; nothing more interesting happened the whole day and today seems like it will be just as promising of nothing.

That is, of course, right until he got himself out the door, and promptly decked in the face by a fist that looked to be the size of his head. It almost looked like one of those prank videos you see online, where someone is walking out the door only to by something slammed in their face, be it pie, a boot to the head, or in this case, a fist to the face. As Tyler was knocked to the ground by this, feeling the left side of his gums bleeding a little, and left cheek absorbing most of the hit and was rubbed by his hand, he couldn’t help but wonder what they would have done if he didn’t walk out this particular door, would they have hit someone else in the face in his stead? God help them if it was ever Alex.

Ah yes, “they”... particularly it was a group of three boys around Tyler’s own age, looking at the downed Tyler with a shit-eating grin on their faces, two of the spectators laughing that their “prank” worked as well as it did.

These two in particular didn’t really have anything to differentiate them with others, or even each other for that matter, they were both quite scrawny, they both had brown hair, though one’s about shoulder-length and the other looked short-enough to be buzzed, the shoulder-lengthed one having green eyes, the buzzed one having hazel eyes, both had a relatively samey choice of clothes, barely making it into the school uniform with an unbuttoned dress overshirt and a white shirt, not quite a dress shirt, and black jeans masquerading as black dress pants with brown shoes. Clearly neither of them seemed to belong here, likely borrowing their clothes from their parents since they seemed to big for it themselves. It seemed more likely that either their parents somehow got them here through their influence alone, or they don’t actually belong in Evergreen and just came to this campus to fuck with Tyler. Based on their appearance, most likely the latter.

The leading one, however, this one was clearly the leader of the trio, with his greased up short blonde hair and those glossy sky blue eyes, bright enough that Tyler swore he could see them glow in the dark. He was all dressed up in a yellow, a fucking tacky as hell yellow set of dress clothes and a black tie, a white dress shirt, and a pair of black leather shoes - one of which were now pressed against Tyler’s chest - looking like a millionnaire bee. While the other two looked like they didn’t belong there, this one looked like he either got here through money or because he’s smarter than he looks and clearly wants to be a fucking peacock about it.

“Howdy, ‘Private’...” The leading boy simply said to him with a sickeningly snarky smile. While the other two had grins like they thought they could get away with this, this guy had a small but confident smile; he knows he can get away with this.

Oh… He- -cough- Hey William...” Tyler said, somewhat wheezing due to the blonde-haired boy’s - William’s - foot pressed against his lungs, attempting to give a soft smile to him as he rubbed his cheek, which surprisingly has yet to swollen or bruise.

“We missed you yesterday, ‘sir’, we couldn’t find you anywhere. We were really feeling down too.”

Is that so? Tha-that’s strange, I didn’t change my route through the school any… Oh, right, that was the day Hat-san wasstandingonatree...” As soon as Tyler mentioned Hat, the boy compressed his lungs further with his foot as he leaned on his knee, causing Tyler to go high-pitched and raspy with his voice at the end, before William relieved some of the pressure.

“Ah-ah, no excuses soldier, you should know better than to make excuses like that, didn’t they teach you that in boot camp? All that matters is that you weren’t there when we needed you, so now, we’re gonna need to let off more steam than we usually do, especially with fucking mid-terms coming up. School life’s such a bitch, isn’t it Private? Well, no need to worry...it’ll be done before you KNOW IT!” William said, finally letting his foot off Tyler’s chest only to then kick it to his abdomen, the other two simply watched with delight like they were watching some sort of brutal sport.

---

Suddenly, William and his gang would be interrupted by a loud shout.

“HEY! WHAT ARE YOU MOTHERFUCKERS DOING?!” The shout came from a small-ish young man who, despite his thin build, radiated anger and malice and threats of cruelty. Walking towards William, the young man in question, Mikhail Chekhov, reared up and said, “Didn’t I tell you to keep away from Tyler, you asshole?! Or are you just deaf?!”

His eyes glinted blue as he glared at William and his crew. “Stay. Away. From. Tyler. Shoo!”

Mikhail might be small, but he was willing to take on much bigger kids than he was. He was smart, he was agile, and he knew how to take the best advantage of both. If Tyler was at stake, he’d gladly take the risk of getting beaten up himself - It’s not like the chance to get a good hit in was easy to pass up, after all. William was just that much of an asshole.

---

Immediately William looked over to the boy, and just as immediately gave out an “Ugh” in annoyance as he rolled his eyes.

“And in comes Comrad Freakshow to ruin the fun like clockwork...” William said with a venomous disdain for Mikhail, a look of irritation on his face where Mikhail would have likely wanted fear as he walked over to him. William’s two goons, however, did step back away from the little Russian. They’ve had enough black eyes to know not to fuck with the little punk if they don’t absolutely have to or be ordered to.

William on the other hand…

“You know, I did hear you say something like that, but I just figured you actually meant it in reverse like the little red menace you are. ...Lost in Translation I guess...” God, that superior smirk on his face as he said this...It was like he was outright daring the little Russian boy to take a swing at him, course his goons knew from experience that he’d be inclined to do just that. Either William somehow didn’t get that message, or he just didn’t care that much.

---

In response, Mikhail fought dirty. And by fought dirty, he gave William a full kick on the balls, the tip of his shoe directed at such a point that even if Will wore a codpiece, he’d feel the impact. Then when the bully was distracted, whether by Mikhail’s attempt or said attempt succeeding, Mikhail would rain punches at him, each individually weak but collectively enough to wear down even the strongest defense a schoolyard bully can make.

And yes, Mikhail would target William’s face, too.

---

Whether it was because he’s seen him pull this kind of shit before, or was the unfortunate victim of Mikhail’s little ball buster before, William quickly reacted by grabbing the foot with his hands.

He was going to say something snarky, such as “Gonna have to try better than that”, but was immediately interrupted by Mikhail’s second move. See, since both his hands grabbing at Mikhail’s shoe, nothing was there to keep his face from protection, and so William was now the one decked in the face...and repeatedly so. While William tried his best to protect his face from Mikhail’s weak but constant barrage - not too hard to do, but it was more a matter of endurance than anything - the other two, Ed and Moe, nodded to each other and tried to grab at Mikhail, knowing full well they’ll likely be victims of his punches yet again. But they weren’t anything, if not loyal to William.

While this was happening, Tyler was catching his breath, wanting to stop this fight, but needing to essentially recover himself for a few minutes. He wasn’t a stranger to beat-downs and his trained up body kept the damage at a minimum compared to what it could be… but it still hurt like a bitch and pain was something he couldn’t rush naturally to relieve. Still, slowly but surely, he was beginning to get back up.

---

“Heh!” Mikhail said as he drew back… Only to take off his backpack and swing it at all three bullies in one single sweep, hoping to smack William, Ed, and Moe in the face. Should he succeed, Mikhail then prepared to say, “Learned your lesson yet, assholes?! Now either get out or we can keep this going forever!”

If he somehow failed, well, the backpack can be used as an improvised weapon a second time…

---

Well, needless to say it worked...well, ⅔ worked, anyways. While William was still on the ground, unwittingly ducking over the backpack, Ed and Moe, unfortunately, were not so lucky, and were probably thrown to the ground as a result. The three got up from the ground, Ed and Moe signalled William to come with them as they consequently bolted. William, rubbing the blood off his mouth, gave a quick smirk looking at Mikhail, before giving an annoyed look as he stared at his suit, now with a small splotch of red from his blood, not enough by a long shot to warrant concern for his well-being, but enough to be noticeable and warrant attention.

“...Got guts as always, you little Soviet shit, I’d say I like that, but thanks to it, I got a little of your red on me now. You know how hard it is to dry-clean this fucking thing? ...We’ll pick this up some other time, ‘Private’. Consider yourself dismissed for now. As for you, ‘Comrad’, this ain’t over by a long shot...oh but it will be. You never belonged in this place and now, mark my words, your days here are numbered, we’ll see what the Vice-Principal has to say about this. ...I’ll drink some vodka in memory.” He said. Although he had a tone that was calm, the words spewed from his mouth oozed with a subtle hatred for them both, immediately dusting himself off and following the other two.

Umm… I’m sorry about this, Mik… I didn’t mean for you to get involved again.” Tyler said immediately afterwards, looking at the ground, as if in shame.

---

Mikhail, in response, was tempted to shout at Tyler, even though he knew it’d be ineffective. So he said, “Tyler. You can stand up for yourself.” He wanted to shout and scream at his friend to regrow his spine, but he’d done it enough times to know it won’t work. “Why don’t you stand up for yourself? You are capable of doing so.”

Then, in a flash of inspired sadism, Mikhail continued, “What happened to Nate and Kate wasn’t your fault - Not completely. And quite frankly, they’d be less proud of you than they were before now that you’re no longer defending yourself, much less others. In fact,” he said bitterly, “They probably think it’s their fault you’re such a wuss now.”

---

Tyler made a jolt at first when he heard Mik yell at him, as if stricken by a jumpscare, but eventually his demeanor returned to its usual depressed self. He couldn’t say much of anything to Mik; deep down, he knew Mik was right. There was a time long ago - or at least it feels so long ago now - that Tyler took shit from no one, and was indeed the one that was the first to solve matters with violence. He kept his own against guys his own size, and some guys even bigger than himself at times, and while he stopped the training he did, he still has the strength he used to, and probably didn’t have to take the bullying like he did.

But that time passed him by, his days of violence were over, and he wanted it to stay that way.

...But Mik, he just had to say the last thing. At the mere mention of Nate and Kate, his body made another jolt, this one stronger as he gasped. His eyes widened as he looked at towards the ground, and his hands clenched into fists, his entire body twitched, making a small, barely noticeable vibration across the whole of his being. He could feel his heart as it started to beat irregularly, and it was taking every fiber of his being to keep calm and repress the echoes...His mind was returning to the dream, his body could feel the wind like the shockwave of an imaginary blast...and that was the last thing he wanted right now.

Mikhail intended to hit him hard.... Well, Mission Accomplished. Those words he said, the mere reminder of that day, ...it hurt far worse than any of the punches or kicks he experienced today. Grabbing at his right arm and squeezing tight, he took a deep breath, and closed his eyes.

...Yeah, they probably would be, huh? Even when they’re finally cleared for visitors, I’ll be too embarrassed to go to them... ” He had a nervous smile on his face, trying to look alright with what was said, but the look in his eyes told a different story, and the nervous smile devolved into a small one, filled with sorrow, as he looked to the ground.

I...I know they’d be sad to see me like this, and I know I can’t keep living as a punching bag for others forever. But… I have to believe there’s another answer besides violence to solve those problems, I don’t want to cause any more conflicts and hurt people again...Is there anything else you wanted? I don’t think you came this way by coincidence.” He asked Mik, seemingly wanting to change the subject desperately.

---

“I came to see if you’re safe,” Mikhail blurted out. “Someone needs to protect you.”

A sigh, “But that said, there is something else I want to talk to you about — I need someone who can help me access laboratory equipment and laboratory mice in order to try and make an attempt at… You know.”

It was unspoken, what Mikhail wanted a laboratory for. Both of them knew.

“Do you know anyone who can help?” the boy said in a surprisingly mild voice.

---

...Oh dear.

Mik was vague about what he wanted, but Tyler already knows all too well what he’s talking about. It’s been a certain something he’s been ever since he reunited with him. He can’t say he was too surprised that Mik would ask for someone to help him with his “laboratory project”, but it’s still something that made Tyler feel uneasy. It’s hard to say he can’t understand how Mik feels, he lost his father after all, and in a horrible way no less from what he heard. He also understands Mik’s… “hesitation” to seeing adult experts about something like this, and so his willingness to gun for really intelligent students as opposed to the masterfully intelligent scientists. ...That being said, he’s been going about this since school started, the fact he now has to ask Tyler, who isn’t in any scientific classes, speaks volumes about Mik’s luck so far...

On the one hand, he had reservations about calling someone out to essentially be Mik’s “lab partner”, knowing what it would mean. He knows how this usually plays out, and he’d rather not let it happen again for both Mik and his potential partner’s sake.

On the other hand: He may yell at him more if he refused, and he’d go right back into enlisting someone else to help him with his lab anyways, with the same song-and-dance routine Mik has effectively nailed down at this point.

Needless to say, the choice was clear enough. But who comes to mind? He’s never been in any of the science classes that could help him…

But he did know who might, but…

...Well, ...umm, there’s a girl in my class who might be able to help find access to other lab students. I think her name was, umm, Merja. She has a study group for her biology class she seems to be with most of the time, there might be people she knows who could help you out.” Tyler responded. He does feel bad just calling out the finnish girl like this to Mik, but maybe things won’t be so bad if she gives him directions to who he could talk to. She seems like a kind but reasonable woman, thus from what he’s seen of her, she might be willing to cooperate with Mik on that front. Tyler can only hope it doesn’t go too deep.

I, umm, hope that helps. ...The first bell’s about to ring; we should probably get to classes soon. ...Thanks for helping me again, Mik. ...Stay safe.” He said with a small awkward smile, as he then walks off towards Evergreen, waving to his friend.

---

Mikhail smiled and gave a genuine wave, saying, “You too. You deserve it.”

He then turned to go as well.

Present Day


The wait for Ashcroft to do anything was long, long enough for Mikhail to remember that Hakuro/Hatto-san wasn’t his only friend. Tyler was there too, and while he was less at risk than Hatto-san, and would probably be less bullied by Ashcroft due to being a model student, Mikhail still had to ask, in a milder voice than usual, “Tyler. You won’t hurt him, right? He’s done nothing except impress you without trying - Be your model student. So you won't hurt him, even if you hurt me?”
@Letter Bee
How is the magic going to work in this? Will there be a list of spells everyone will get to work with, or is each character going to have their own kind like in fairy tail?


While I don't like Fairy Tail, it's the latter, but more limited - Magic that is not listed in what the Opening Post says the Schools teach needs special permission from the GM. Not just that, but anyone can learn any spell IC.
I made further edits to the Int Check - Sorry for my indecisiveness as to what the Epic of Unmaking actually does!
I edited the Opening Post!
Iliad City: A Magical RP in an Original World

I. Intro

In another universe, seperated from ours' by impassable barriers, lies the planet of Historia, inhabited by Humans much like us, but blessed with impossible powers that we think of as 'Magic'.

Magic is a daily part of life, existing alongside technology just as advanced as ours', although some integrate magic with science to create advanced inventions. But it is a widely held belief among the people that the highest form of Magic is Storytelling, and that The One Deity, the Creator of the Multiverse, gave Humanity the power to warp reality through the telling of stories.

Three thousand years before the present day, when the greatest storyteller of that time, the Illuminated Poet, sang of the grief and joy of Humanity, appealing to The One Deity to provide a way through their sufferings. In response, The One himself came down and sang his own song, the Epics of Making and Unmaking, by which Humanity and whatever sapient beings lived beyond Historia was granted freedom from the will of the divine. From the Epic of Making were instructions for the casting of Magic, allowing Humanity to better their lives and that of others' at will, while the Epic of Unmaking allows one to reset the Universe itself back to the beginning, with the person or people who use it given power co-equal to The One Deity himself, but without infinite intelligence or wisdom.

And so the Illuminated Poet taught pieces of the Epic of Making to those who followed him, turning them into the first Magi. The Epic of Unmaking, however, was transmitted directly into the souls of his own children, the Twenty Sons and Thirty Daughters, who each inherited a fragment of the Epic. He then prophesied that the more descendants they have, the more the Epic of Unmaking will be shattered and its pieces spread out among each scion and that the Epic will only be completed once more when the descendants of the Illuminated Poet are reduced to one person, who will then have the decision to reset the universe.

The intention, of course, was to make sure that the universe will be reset only if Humanity becomes irredeemably corrupt and/or the amount of suffering in existence multiplies to an unbearable level. Despite the risks involved with the existence of such a power, a 'contingency plan' for Humanity was still regarded as necessary by all parties, including The One.

Fast-forward to the present, and the majority of the descendants of the Illuminated Poet have suffered purges, slaughters, genocides and massacres from the various nations of the world due to ignorance and misunderstanding, or even outright lies spread by their enemies. Their one safe refuge is Illiad City, an independent city-nation founded by the freethinkers and outcasts of the world, people dedicated to artistic and philosophical pursuits, as well as worshippers of The One Deity. Despite the hostility of other nations towards it, its access to a greater portion of the Epic of Making makes it equivalent to the great empires of the world in Magical might.

But now, a feud is brewing in the two prime Magical Academies of the city, a feud brewing from how to deal with the world's hostility towards them. Ironically, this feud might be the one thing that brings down the metropolis...

II. The Factions of Iliad City

Marduk Academy for The Mystic Arts Holds power over the pieces of the Epic of Making that govern 'Heroic' Magic - The Magic of Light, the Elements (Fire, Water, Air and Earth), and the power to heal the wounded and the sick with mystic energy alone. Their students are the champions of the defenseless, the honorable knights-errant and the wise wizards. But confronted with the hatred of other nations towards them, they seek a 'muscular' foreign policy, asking that Iliad City use its magical might to conquer the neighboring empires and repressive states that wish to destroy Illiad before they grow too strong. However, whispers are being heard that push for more than that - That Marduk Academy should attempt to rule the world so that no nation would exterminate the descendants of the Illuminated Poet once again.

And Professor Gilgamesha, its Principal, is beginning to listen...

Ishtar School for Creative Minds, on the other hand, holds power over the pieces of the Epic of Making that govern 'Black' Magic - The Magic of Darkness, Entropy, Blood and Death, as well as the power to inflict agony and weaken their enemies. Their students are the spies and assassins, the dark knights whom monsters and criminals fear. Despite this, they used to work alongside Marduk Academy, until Professor Nergal, it's principal, began urging for the casting of the Spell of Otherworldly Travel, which will transport Iliad City onto another dimension where its people can live in peace. Problem is that 1.) This requires the pieces of the Epic of Making that Marduk Academy does have, and 2.) Marduk Academy considers Ishtar's solution cowardly. And so the feud begins to simmer...

The Cassandra Club is the newest faction in the block, a small band of students from both Academies and a larger group from other schools who believe that the brewing feud between Marduk Academy and Ishtar School is being engineered by a 'sinister force' outside the city as part of a grand plan to conquer Iliad City and acquire the Epics of Making and Unmaking. Not merely that, but they believe in asking the question: Why do other nations hate us? What are the lies they've been fed in order to kill off the descendants of the Illuminated Poet? Do they even know that they are completing the Epic of Unmaking? And if so, who is trying to do so and is he someone who can take advantage of the power to rewrite the universe?

However, the fact that they are led by Professor Gilgamesha's younger son, William Ascot, means that their warnings and questions are ignored as childish rebellion (Marduk) or a power play by Gilgamesha (Ishtar).

III. Interesting Places in Iliad City

WIP, to be added in the game.

IV. How Magic Works

All Magic comes from instructions given in the Epic of Making, which in turn is a long poem or song that details the transference of a part of The One Deity's power to mortal Humanity, and the basic mental exercises used to 'pull' magical power from the depths of one's own soul to make what you imagine real.

The various 'types' of Magic come from concepts common to humanity, concepts that you either come up with or you are taught. If you can imagine a 'type' of magic, you can use it as long as you can come up with enough energy to do so. However, you cannot take magical energy from the surrounding environment, because of the fact that only Humans (or fully sapient aliens, if they exist) have magical energy.

Anyone can learn Magic, but few have the combination of strength of heart and imagination to be truly good at it. Therefore, Magical Academies are important so that what existing Magi already imagined before can be taught to other people. Basically, magical systems exist, but they are merely shortcuts for the human mind - You can totally make up your own magic system if you have energy and imagination.

But for those who cannot make up their own system or 'type' of Magic, here are the common systems that the Magical Academies teach:

Marduk Academy:

Elemental and Light Magic - Elemental Magic can directly control Fire, Water, Wind, Air, and Light, or create them out of nothing. This type can make fireballs, divert streams, lift the earth, cause gusts of wind, or smite people with blasts of pure energy. However, it cannot heal, enhance people, or predict the future unless mixed with another type of magic.

Healing Magic - Healing Magic can close wounds and replenish blood, cure diseases and heal cancer. However, only a few take it without mixing it with Elemental and Light Magic so that they can defend themselves or attack in turn.

Enchantment/Enhancement Magic - This covers Magic that strengthens the user, making them stronger, faster, and tougher, as well as Magic that can make mystic items and artifacts. By combining this school with the above two types of Magic, one can create swords that light up with fire, shields that are as light as cloth, and potions that when drunk, close wounds...

Ishtar School

The Combat Arts - Ishtar School thinks differently than Marduk Academy and does not divide Magic according to what it creates/controls, but rather according to the intent they are used for. In short, it doesn't matter that Magic used for fighting uses the elements, darkness, or even candy canes (although that last part is not encouraged), what matters is that the magic is used to fight.

The Kind Arts - This covers any use of magic meant to heal, protect, enhance and generally do positive things. As Ishtar School is still dedicated to what they think is Good, the Kind Arts are not discouraged, but those who learn them are encouraged to use Darkness, Ectoplasm, or just 'invisible waves of energy' to heal and never be too blatant about it.

The Dark Arts - Causing Agony. Disturbing the Dead from their rest. Draining magical energy from other human beings. All of those are regarded as necessary evils in Ishtar School, and they are taught to those students whom the faculty thinks can be trusted with their secrets. Darkness or 'invisible waves of energy' are mostly used as a 'conduit' for such powers, but some few use the Elements or even Light to give shape and range to their dark purposes. Beware of those.

Unnamed Schools, Mentors, Secret Societies, Etc.

Ex. Miscellenia - Anything you can think of as long as it's not too powerful or too gross. Candy Magic, Magical Girl Transformations, Exorcisms, go wild!

V. Rules

1.) Do not be an asshole.
2.) Take NSFW to PMs.
3.) No Godmoding or Powergaming, aka no controlling other players' actions, no defeating your enemy in one shot, and no shrugging of all hits without a magical shield.
4.) This game is friendly to m/m and f/f romance.

VI. Character Sheet

[b]Name:[/b]
[b]Appearance:[/b]
[b]Age:[/b]
[b]Bio:[/b]
[b]Mundane Skills:[/b]
[b]Magic:[/b]
[b]Personality:[/b]
[b]Faction (Marduk, Ishtar, or Cassandra):[/b]
[b]Are you a Descendant of the Illuminated Poet?:[/b] Simple yes or no question.

Iliad City: A Magical RP in an Original World

I. Intro

In another universe, seperated from ours' by impassable barriers, lies the planet of Historia, inhabited by Humans much like us, but blessed with impossible powers that we think of as 'Magic'.

Magic is a daily part of life, existing alongside technology just as advanced as ours', although some integrate magic with science to create advanced inventions. But it is a widely held belief among the people that the highest form of Magic is Storytelling, and that The One Deity, the Creator of the Multiverse, gave Humanity the power to warp reality through the telling of stories.

Three thousand years before the present day, when the greatest storyteller of that time, the Illuminated Poet, sang of the grief and joy of Humanity, appealing to The One Deity to provide a way through their sufferings. In response, The One himself came down and sang his own song, the Epics of Making and Unmaking, by which Humanity and whatever sapient beings lived beyond Historia was granted freedom from the will of the divine. From the Epic of Making were instructions for the casting of Magic, allowing Humanity to better their lives and that of others' at will, while the Epic of Unmaking allows one to reset the Universe itself back to the beginning, with the person or people who use it given power co-equal to The One Deity himself, but without infinite intelligence or wisdom.

And so the Illuminated Poet taught pieces of the Epic of Making to those who followed him, turning them into the first Magi. The Epic of Unmaking, however, was transmitted directly into the souls of his own children, the Twenty Sons and Thirty Daughters, who each inherited a fragment of the Epic. He then prophesied that the more descendants they have, the more the Epic of Unmaking will be shattered and its pieces spread out among each scion and that the Epic will only be completed once more when the descendants of the Illuminated Poet are reduced to one person, who will then have the decision to reset the universe.

The intention, of course, was to make sure that the universe will be reset only if Humanity becomes irredeemably corrupt and/or the amount of suffering in existence multiplies to an unbearable level. Despite the risks involved with the existence of such a power, a 'contingency plan' for Humanity was still regarded as necessary by all parties, including The One.

Fast-forward to the present, and the majority of the descendants of the Illuminated Poet have suffered purges, slaughters, genocides and massacres from the various nations of the world due to ignorance and misunderstanding, or even outright lies spread by their enemies. Their one safe refuge is Illiad City, an independent city-nation founded by the freethinkers and outcasts of the world, people dedicated to artistic and philosophical pursuits, as well as worshippers of The One Deity. Despite the hostility of other nations towards it, its access to a greater portion of the Epic of Making makes it equivalent to the great empires of the world in Magical might.

But now, a feud is brewing in the two prime Magical Academies of the city, a feud brewing from how to deal with the world's hostility towards them. Ironically, this feud might be the one thing that brings down the metropolis...

II. The Factions of Iliad City

Marduk Academy for The Mystic Arts Holds power over the pieces of the Epic of Making that govern 'Heroic' Magic - The Magic of Light, the Elements (Fire, Water, Air and Earth), and the power to heal the wounded and the sick with mystic energy alone. Their students are the champions of the defenseless, the honorable knights-errant and the wise wizards. But confronted with the hatred of other nations towards them, they seek a 'muscular' foreign policy, asking that Iliad City use its magical might to conquer the neighboring empires and repressive states that wish to destroy Illiad before they grow too strong. However, whispers are being heard that push for more than that - That Marduk Academy should attempt to rule the world so that no nation would exterminate the descendants of the Illuminated Poet once again.

And Professor Gilgamesha, its Principal, is beginning to listen...

Ishtar School for Creative Minds, on the other hand, holds power over the pieces of the Epic of Making that govern 'Black' Magic - The Magic of Darkness, Entropy, Blood and Death, as well as the power to inflict agony and weaken their enemies. Their students are the spies and assassins, the dark knights whom monsters and criminals fear. Despite this, they used to work alongside Marduk Academy, until Professor Nergal, it's principal, began urging for the casting of the Spell of Otherworldly Travel, which will transport Iliad City onto another dimension where its people can live in peace. Problem is that 1.) This requires the pieces of the Epic of Making that Marduk Academy does have, and 2.) Marduk Academy considers Ishtar's solution cowardly. And so the feud begins to simmer...

The Cassandra Club is the newest faction in the block, a small band of students from both Academies and a larger group from other schools who believe that the brewing feud between Marduk Academy and Ishtar School is being engineered by a 'sinister force' outside the city as part of a grand plan to conquer Iliad City and acquire the Epics of Making and Unmaking. Not merely that, but they believe in asking the question: Why do other nations hate us? What are the lies they've been fed in order to kill off the descendants of the Illuminated Poet? Do they even know that they are completing the Epic of Unmaking? And if so, who is trying to do so and is he someone who can take advantage of the power to rewrite the universe?

However, the fact that they are led by Professor Gilgamesha's younger son, William Ascot, means that their warnings and questions are ignored as childish rebellion (Marduk) or a power play by Gilgamesha (Ishtar).

III. Interesting Places in Iliad City

WIP, to be added in the game.

IV. How Magic Works

All Magic comes from instructions given in the Epic of Making, which in turn is a long poem or song that details the transference of a part of The One Deity's power to mortal Humanity, and the basic mental exercises used to 'pull' magical power from the depths of one's own soul to make what you imagine real.

The various 'types' of Magic come from concepts common to humanity, concepts that you either come up with or you are taught. If you can imagine a 'type' of magic, you can use it as long as you can come up with enough energy to do so. However, you cannot take magical energy from the surrounding environment, because of the fact that only Humans (or fully sapient aliens, if they exist) have magical energy.

Anyone can learn Magic, but few have the combination of strength of heart and imagination to be truly good at it. Therefore, Magical Academies are important so that what existing Magi already imagined before can be taught to other people. Basically, magical systems exist, but they are merely shortcuts for the human mind - You can totally make up your own magic system if you have energy and imagination.

But for those who cannot make up their own system or 'type' of Magic, here are the common systems that the Magical Academies teach:

Marduk Academy:

Elemental and Light Magic - Elemental Magic can directly control Fire, Water, Wind, Air, and Light, or create them out of nothing. This type can make fireballs, divert streams, lift the earth, cause gusts of wind, or smite people with blasts of pure energy. However, it cannot heal, enhance people, or predict the future unless mixed with another type of magic.

Healing Magic - Healing Magic can close wounds and replenish blood, cure diseases and heal cancer. However, only a few take it without mixing it with Elemental and Light Magic so that they can defend themselves or attack in turn.

Enchantment/Enhancement Magic - This covers Magic that strengthens the user, making them stronger, faster, and tougher, as well as Magic that can make mystic items and artifacts. By combining this school with the above two types of Magic, one can create swords that light up with fire, shields that are as light as cloth, and potions that when drunk, close wounds...

Ishtar School

The Combat Arts - Ishtar School thinks differently than Marduk Academy and does not divide Magic according to what it creates/controls, but rather according to the intent they are used for. In short, it doesn't matter that Magic used for fighting uses the elements, darkness, or even candy canes (although that last part is not encouraged), what matters is that the magic is used to fight.

The Kind Arts - This covers any use of magic meant to heal, protect, enhance and generally do positive things. As Ishtar School is still dedicated to what they think is Good, the Kind Arts are not discouraged, but those who learn them are encouraged to use Darkness, Ectoplasm, or just 'invisible waves of energy' to heal and never be too blatant about it.

The Dark Arts - Causing Agony. Disturbing the Dead from their rest. Draining magical energy from other human beings. All of those are regarded as necessary evils in Ishtar School, and they are taught to those students whom the faculty thinks can be trusted with their secrets. Darkness or 'invisible waves of energy' are mostly used as a 'conduit' for such powers, but some few use the Elements or even Light to give shape and range to their dark purposes. Beware of those.

Unnamed Schools, Mentors, Secret Societies, Etc.

Ex. Miscellenia - Anything you can think of as long as it's not too powerful or too gross. Candy Magic, Magical Girl Transformations, Exorcisms, go wild!

V. Rules

1.) Do not be an asshole.
2.) Take NSFW to PMs.
3.) No Godmoding or Powergaming, aka no controlling other players' actions, no defeating your enemy in one shot, and no shrugging of all hits without a magical shield.
4.) This game is friendly to m/m and f/f romance.

VI. Character Sheet

[b]Name:[/b]
[b]Appearance:[/b]
[b]Age:[/b]
[b]Bio:[/b]
[b]Mundane Skills:[/b]
[b]Magic:[/b]
[b]Personality:[/b]
[b]Faction (Marduk, Ishtar, or Cassandra):[/b]
[b]Are you a Descendant of the Illuminated Poet?:[/b] Simple yes or no question.

Noble Arms: Restoring Hope - With Gratitude to TheHangedMan

In the twilight of World War II, a mysterious power surfaced among select humans. This power, the Noble Arm, was the ability to conjure up a paranormal weapon that can defy the laws of physics, a weapon innate in the user's mind and summoned by their will into reality. For reasons that still cannot be explained despite years of research, Noble Arms only take the form of weapons from before the First World War, however, despite the antiquity of these forms, the power they bare to the battlefield is unlike anything modern technology has been able to produce.

The ability to manipulate the elements to the users will.

Force that can reduce matter down to atoms in seconds.

The strength to withstand the explosion of a nuclear missile.

All of these powers and more still have surfaced along side Noble Arms, and the ones who bear them, the Arms Masters, are sought after by countries all around the world. Where once the strength of a country was decided by the technological strength of their Army, it is now judged by the power of their Arms Masters.

But this state of affairs has produced sadness and strife; the world was not prepared for the possibility of superhumans, people who just by existing, challenge the notion of equality between men. And so Arms Masters and Normal Humans live in an uneasy state of coexistence, with radicals on both sides wishing to shatter the peace and dominate one another.

The year is 2020, ten years since the Union of Arab Republics was shattered by the Hammer of Masters, an organization which believes that Arms Masters are not part of humanity, but a 'master race' destined to dominate the world. The Hammer, relying on the immense power of their Noble Arms, broke the governments and armies of Syria and Iraq (Egypt is fine; it regained its independence from the UoAR some decades ago), establishing the 'State of Masters', a regime dedicated to the supremacy of those who held Noble Arms. But in the moment of their triumph, their 'Malik', Yusuf Al-Kindi, was poisoned by a discontented slave, and their state fell apart.

Now was the turn of the second group of radicals, the Disablers, to emerge. Normal humans who believed that Arms Masters were a seperate race of monsters and freaks, the Disablers felt vindicated in their genocidal creed and with help from volunteers from the United States, Europe, and Russia, sparked an armed revolt where guns, bombs, and poison proved the bane of many members of the State of Masters. Exterminating even innocent children, the Disablers brought down the remnants of the State of Masters, plunging the centre of the Middle East into an anarchic void.

Enter Operation: Symbiosis. An armed force funded by multiple nations, corporations, and the two rival organizations called the Arms of Nobility and Organization for Disarmament, Operation Symbiosis is a numerous, well-funded, but fractious force divided in its goals. Should it restore order to the region, or just be content with dismantling the remnants of the State of Masters and the more radical Disablers? Should it ally with local forces to do so, even those that profess religious radicalism (like that has ever worked in other worlds)?

And if it did both of those things, should it attempt a utopian vision in which Arms Masters and Normal Humans cooperate with one another instead of conflict, and if so, does it have a chance?

Only time and your involvement will tell.

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Basically, unlike previous versions of Noble Arms, Restoring Hope is a semi-sandbox RP where (almost) every faction is playable, although Operation: Symbiosis (see below) members are preferred. You can play adult military or civilian personnel as well as the usual 'child prodigy' characters. In fact, adults are more encouraged in this setting for obvious reasons. You can also play normal people, people who do not have any Noble Arms and have to rely on technology.

Membership in a faction allows one the perks and privileges that each organization (see below) has; for example, an Operation: Symbiosis member has decent rations, medical care, and access to the latest technology, but also risks the hatred of the local population and the wrong side of a roadside bombing if they're not careful. PCs are limited only to the rank of Colonel or the equivalent (unless with special permission from the GM) but can get promoted up to Faction Leader if they are careful. They can also increase the power of their Noble Arm (if they have any) or gain access to more sophisticated technologies in time.

PCs can also start at multiple places in the region, within reason - We don't want PCs being too far from each other. The general direction of the plot will be guided by 'Region Events', such as the Operation: Symbiosis deployment, the resolution of the war against the Hammer of Masters (see below), and Kuwait and the Gulf's attempts to undermine the Aishanids of Barsa (see below). PCs are expected to react to these 'Region Events' and even start their own once they grow powerful and influential enough.

Note again that Operation: Symbiosis members are preferred for the first few applications...













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