Lionhearted

~ Cinders ~

Tara couldn't help but agree with Einarr, though she didn't voice her opinion on the matter. She responded simply with a somber expression and a soft sigh. Haev keeps their secrets secure, while the Order meddles within such secrets, and although their intentions are lawful, Haev seems to trust nobody and only extends a helping hand on their own terms. It doesn't help that the Order has chosen criminals to try and succeed in this task, though their distaste seems to run deeper than the mere fact that they're criminals. On the contrary, this could be their test for redemption–winning trust when the circumstances don't allow for it. Though, the Order could potentially have underlying goals in mind, especially since the chosen criminals are all competent people. The Order has always had an extraordinary prowess of strategy.

Upon being given instruction, it came as a relief to Tara. The compliment of being claimed as the 'best restoration mage' did strike a pleasant chord within her, the feeling becoming rather foreign to her ever since her downfall of nobility. Tara nodded in agreement to the task, grabbing her money and her emblem before leaving the tent. The cold, fresh air felt more freeing since she could now separate herself from her new allies and the Order, even though the moment could be brief.

Walking the streets of Haev stirred up distant memories for Tara. She once walked these crowded streets with silken garments warming her body, bodyguards guiding her path to her destination, and adorned with a noble circlet that indicated her rank. Now, she walks with cold chain mail adhering itself to her chest and stomach, heavy shoulder pads weighing her posture down, and leather pants that felt too thin to be considered defensive. The contrast was sickening to her–sad, and sickening.

Tara tossed her dreary thoughts aside, paying more attention to her opportunity–if it weren't for the order, she would've been dead. Perhaps this was an act of higher power to lead her to greater things. She kept an open mind and paid attention to the lessons as they presented themselves. Although, when she reached the steps to the castle, she felt defeated once more. Despite the cold air and the icy stone that encompassed the castle, it was still a hearth of nobility, a hearth that she no longer could appreciate. Oh how things can be taken for granted.

Tara didn't make it far before being stopped by guards, their sharp spears, undoubtedly created by the fine blacksmiths of Haev, crossed in front of her fiercely and authoritatively, "What business do you have trespassing on noble grounds."

Trespassing–Tara scoffed in her mind. She set her shoulders back and raised her chin, "My presence was requested by the King himself. My name is Tarasynora Illidove, I'm a restoration mage." Although she spoke her name with great fervor, she couldn't help but feel the emptiness within the words.

There was a second of delay before they became at ease, uniformly moving their spears to their side instead of the hostile 'x' that they presented. Perhaps the delay was a certain count to allow for such a parallel movement. "Please remove any weaponry that you bear before being escorted to the King."

~ Cinders ~

Perhaps it was their eagerness for freedom that prompted their inclination to support the Order. Their confident introductions seemed, almost, competitive to Tara, their words clashing at each other like blades—it was to be expected from a diverse band of competent soldiers, all seemingly hailing from a past of great achievements and feats. Tara scanned the group as they spoke, trying to depict which of them would be like her: wrongly accused and not belonging to a pack of traitors and criminals. Destiny had a way of unfolding—cleverly, unexpectedly.

Still, though, she remained silent. Listening to their responses and turning the information over and over again in her head. It wasn't until the questions of her new allies arose that made the assumed scenario dawn on her. Tara spoke calmly, sternly, her voice mature and smooth, "Haev is an abundant city." Her voice cut through the conversation clean, finally making her presence known among the group. Strands of her scarlet hair fall forward to frame her delicate skin, "The city can provide so much to any Kingdom or Order they choose to affiliate themselves with, just like they have to some of the Kingdoms of Weirn in the past. Although, as we can all tell, they are not fond of outsiders and they are very selective of who they choose to ally themselves with. I could be wrong, but I presume this effort from the Order is the beginning of a long process to try and win Haev's trust. Access to their smiths, the Orimmir Mountains, and the location of their port would provide a great deal to the Order. Trust and alliance can be a difficult and complex task."

With her hypothesis laid out in the open, she still continued to juggle the information in her head. The Order was a strategic, third-party army of skilled individuals. The stories of Haev being near impossible to infiltrate bled true, so Tara couldn't help but wonder if this was just a more clever attempt at the possibility.

~ Cinders ~

@Mag Lev

Just curious. Do the different races have their own languages?

~ Cinders ~

Posted! I hope it's all right that I used that image for a header! I can take it down if you would like.

~ Cinders ~

Haev.

Tara eyed the city from a distance. The shackles grew colder with the frigid wind, helping to make her ankles go numb to ignore the irritation of her constricted movements. The atmosphere was colder than what she’s used to, goosebumps arising along the surface of her skin. Yet, as they approached the city, she remembered the warming affect of the port-city, brought about by persistent merchants and it’s eager society. ‘Redemption’ is what landed her here. Tara couldn’t help but sigh at the thought, suppressing the anger that continuously tried to resurface. Wrongly accused, thrown out like a prisoner, and stripped of her nobility. Still, even while bundled in leather armor and cold shackles, her posture remained poise, her chin held high.

The release of her shackles came as a relief, but the distaste upon their arrival nulled the feeling quick. She expected nothing more than the insults and spit of the citizens of Haev, ignoring the several comments and shouts that seemed to surround her at all angles. Thankfully, Tara had a gift of being calm in otherwise flustered situations. She paid more attention to the vicinity and the occasional faces of the people, trying to look past their scowls and glares. The layout was coming back to her from when she was traveling, undergoing her trials of restoration magic. The diversity, the unrestricted people, the architecture of the port, the tantalizing mountain range—it was one of her favorite cities. Hopefully this trip wouldn’t destroy that for her.

Tara’s optimism took a hit when they reached the tents outside the gates of the city. This definitely portrayed their social stance with the people of Haev. Tara shuddered as the Lieutenant called the place their ‘home’, trying to absorb as much of the setting as she could. The busy atmosphere of the Order could be felt at the first step upon entrance, so busy that Tara felt the need to concentrate on each step, the fast-pace potentially taking her off her feet at any instant. A faint look of worry came upon her, usually, stern expression. The soldiers were rowdy, as expected since they lived a rigorous lifestyle—training from dusk till dawn, braving quests with low chances of survival, giving their life to such an active organization—all to end up in a bunch of tents, huddling together to try to keep warm at night. She scoffed at the disrespect, but it quickly turned into a nervous sigh. Tara struggled to envision herself among them, her very obvious nobility rooting itself deep within her habits.

Pressingly, they were brought to a large tent that indicated the homestead for the higher ranking members. The captain then introduced himself. An unwanted sense of envy stirred within Tara, seeing the rather youthful leader speak commandingly reminded her of the status she once had. The envy turned into a mixture of shock and irritation as he revealed her crime nonchalantly. The Order must really have eyes everywhere like they say, though Tara was well-known for her stance on peace, so it shouldn’t be shocking that the word would spread. As he finished speaking, she became hopeful that she’d be able to fulfill his task easily. Tara’s healing abilities will easily win over the trust of the city.

The actions of one of her fellow initiates was—peculiar. Tara, then, became reminded of the culture of the order that she would be delving into. She took a deep breath to calm herself, studying the cryptic individual as he demonstrated a display of his skill. The sinister mask, the strange aura, the mention of corpses, the chant of his spell—he was undoubtedly a necromancer. A seemingly confident one. The contrast of the two was alarming and unpredicted. Tara heard of necromancy and even learned of their spells since some of them can be closely-related to restoration, but she has never met one in person. What frightened her more, was his eagerness to serve the Order despite his reason for being here. It could be impatience to finally reach redemption, or it could be fake loyalty.

Tara decided to remain quiet.

BLEAK

I just came off of a really bad flu virus. But I'm open to continuing the RP!

~ Cinders ~

Tarasynora Ilidove

Tarasynora Ilidove

_{“We bring nothing with us into the world, and we bring nothing when we leave the world.”}

Age: 32

Race: Half Starfallen, Half Elf

Origin: The Imperium

Appearance: Scarlet hair frames the pale face of the half-elf, flowing down to the feminine curve of her hips. Although she is tall and slender, her body is filled out with wiry muscles that lay beneath the purple undertones of her skin. Many can’t pinpoint the exact mix of her race, but she is very obviously elvish, from the pointed ears to her smooth complexion. Although, when she casts her spells, her starfallen glow resonates from her pale eyes and in faint patterns that appear along her skin.

Tara’s once gentle expression has been replaced with seriousness and she adopts a more assertive nature. Her bone structure matches the beauty of the female elves, while her presence is full of mystery and wonder. Tara is usually seen wearing different kinds of elven dresses that are adorned with beautiful ornaments and jewelry, since she takes pride in her noble heritage.

Personality: Tara is a woman who is constantly trying to balance the scales of her own heart and mind. Peace and harmony are what’s most important in her eyes so she tries to remain at peace with herself to allow her judgements to be unclouded and clear. While she is a protector of the innocent, she is often left vulnerable. Tara struggles with violence, but the order has been working to fix this aspect of her for her own self-preservation. Growing up as a peaceful advocate, the handle of a blade or the cry of war have always been foreign to her.

Despite her absence with battle, Tara is braver than most and will go to great extents to properly portray her courage. Growing up as a noble, Tara was often an icon for peace and safety, so she made sure to become a woman worthy of the titles she was given—brave, caring, harmonious, intelligent, wise.

History: Tara was the daughter of two renowned individuals within the Imperium. Her father, a victorious war strategist, and her mother, a professor of pyromancy. It was expected that they would meet, considering their great contributions to the Imperium and their equally matched talents. It didn’t take long for them to fall in love and for them to conceive a beautiful child that bore the many valuable traits of the elves and the starfallen. After Tara, they began to have many more, living in a calm time while raising children. It seemed as if Tara was the reincarnation of many lives of wisdom so she became independent at a young age.

Tara had a gentle heart since the day she was born, incapable of strategizing battle, and being too timid to control fire—so she decided to walk her own path that was parallel to her tranquil spirit. Her parents paid for private teachers and several tomes of knowledge that revolved around the art of restoration. Teachers came from several parts of the world, bestowing their knowledge unto Tara until her talents would follow the heels of her parents, and she was soon contributing to the Imperium and bringing honor to her family name. Becoming adept with the art of restoration was gratefully passed onto her, but the woman she became was from the purity of her heart and the future she saw for the world. Tara set off on a journey to visit the many corners of the world, all to help master her art of healing on the diversity of races that the world had to offer. This journey helped Tara to ground herself, opening her eyes to what the other cultures were like.

Tara became one of the Imperiums greatest healers upon her return, and she began to work under her father when he ignited his great work again. This is where the divide of her family began. Tara was too involved with the peace of the people, regardless of how fragile it may be, while her father intended to break it for the sake of the elves reconquering Ioria. Tara stood against her father, and she had a sum of followers that admired her stance against her own father. Many of the elves were underlyingly greedy, so they supported her father’s rise to strategize an attack against the humans. Tara, unafraid and optimistic, stood in his path as much as she could, but it wasn’t long before her rise was threatening the movement of her father.

Tara’s assassination was planned but it was poorly executed and failed. Thus, she was placed within the royal courts to ensure her safety, since the people valued and viewed Tara as an icon of wisdom and peace. The longer she influenced the people, the more she drew the hatred that tainted the people, so her enemies created a ploy to rid Tara of the Imperium altogether. Tara was framed for the successful assassination of her father as an act of revenge for her own assassination. The court saw this as a murder of one of the Imperium’s most respected and valuable assets, so they banished her from the city. Outside the city, her enemies waited with hate in their eyes and weapons in their hands—but she became saved by the Order of the Sacred Flame.

She joined and Tara struggled within the order, but she survived and she maintained her life there for a year and counting. Learning more and more about combat and the things she once hated. She struggles to keep her inner balance, but she feels she is on a path to reveal the other side of her purity that she was so blind to before.

Relationships:
N/A

Skills:
Alchemy
First Aid
Anatomy of the races
Throwing knives
Slight archery
Slight swordsmanship
Music
Cooking
Sewing

Magic:
Attuned to Restoration, Advanced

Equipment:
Sleeping equipment
Flint and tinder
Throwing knives
Bow and arrows
Dagger
Textbook of the anatomy of races
Alchemy supplies
Leather armor
Noble circlet from her heritage

~ Cinders ~

I tried my best to make her fit well within the lore. Let me know if you see any holes in the history and whatnot. :)

Tarasynora Ilidove

Tarasynora Ilidove

_{“We bring nothing with us into the world, and we bring nothing when we leave the world.”}

Age: 32

Race: Half Starfallen, Half Elf

Origin: The Imperium

Appearance: Scarlet hair frames the pale face of the half-elf, flowing down to the feminine curve of her hips. Although she is tall and slender, her body is filled out with wiry muscles that lay beneath the purple undertones of her skin. Many can’t pinpoint the exact mix of her race, but she is very obviously elvish, from the pointed ears to her smooth complexion. Although, when she casts her spells, her starfallen glow resonates from her pale eyes and in faint patterns that appear along her skin.

Tara’s once gentle expression has been replaced with seriousness and she adopts a more assertive nature. Her bone structure matches the beauty of the female elves, while her presence is full of mystery and wonder. Tara is usually seen wearing different kinds of elven dresses that are adorned with beautiful ornaments and jewelry, since she takes pride in her noble heritage.

Personality: Tara is a woman who is constantly trying to balance the scales of her own heart and mind. Peace and harmony are what’s most important in her eyes so she tries to remain at peace with herself to allow her judgements to be unclouded and clear. While she is a protector of the innocent, she is often left vulnerable. Tara struggles with violence, but the order has been working to fix this aspect of her for her own self-preservation. Growing up as a peaceful advocate, the handle of a blade or the cry of war have always been foreign to her.

Despite her absence with battle, Tara is braver than most and will go to great extents to properly portray her courage. Growing up as a noble, Tara was often an icon for peace and safety, so she made sure to become a woman worthy of the titles she was given—brave, caring, harmonious, intelligent, wise.

History: Tara was the daughter of two renowned individuals within the Imperium. Her father, a victorious war strategist, and her mother, a professor of pyromancy. It was expected that they would meet, considering their great contributions to the Imperium and their equally matched talents. It didn’t take long for them to fall in love and for them to conceive a beautiful child that bore the many valuable traits of the elves and the starfallen. After Tara, they began to have many more, living in a calm time while raising children. It seemed as if Tara was the reincarnation of many lives of wisdom so she became independent at a young age.

Tara had a gentle heart since the day she was born, incapable of strategizing battle, and being too timid to control fire—so she decided to walk her own path that was parallel to her tranquil spirit. Her parents paid for private teachers and several tomes of knowledge that revolved around the art of restoration. Teachers came from several parts of the world, bestowing their knowledge unto Tara until her talents would follow the heels of her parents, and she was soon contributing to the Imperium and bringing honor to her family name. Becoming adept with the art of restoration was gratefully passed onto her, but the woman she became was from the purity of her heart and the future she saw for the world. Tara set off on a journey to visit the many corners of the world, all to help master her art of healing on the diversity of races that the world had to offer. This journey helped Tara to ground herself, opening her eyes to what the other cultures were like.

Tara became one of the Imperiums greatest healers upon her return, and she began to work under her father when he ignited his great work again. This is where the divide of her family began. Tara was too involved with the peace of the people, regardless of how fragile it may be, while her father intended to break it for the sake of the elves reconquering Ioria. Tara stood against her father, and she had a sum of followers that admired her stance against her own father. Many of the elves were underlyingly greedy, so they supported her father’s rise to strategize an attack against the humans. Tara, unafraid and optimistic, stood in his path as much as she could, but it wasn’t long before her rise was threatening the movement of her father.

Tara’s assassination was planned but it was poorly executed and failed. Thus, she was placed within the royal courts to ensure her safety, since the people valued and viewed Tara as an icon of wisdom and peace. The longer she influenced the people, the more she drew the hatred that tainted the people, so her enemies created a ploy to rid Tara of the Imperium altogether. Tara was framed for the successful assassination of her father as an act of revenge for her own assassination. The court saw this as a murder of one of the Imperium’s most respected and valuable assets, so they banished her from the city. Outside the city, her enemies waited with hate in their eyes and weapons in their hands—but she became saved by the Order of the Sacred Flame.

She joined and Tara struggled within the order, but she survived and she maintained her life there for a year and counting. Learning more and more about combat and the things she once hated. She struggles to keep her inner balance, but she feels she is on a path to reveal the other side of her purity that she was so blind to before.

Relationships:
N/A

Skills:
Alchemy
First Aid
Anatomy of the races
Throwing knives
Slight archery
Slight swordsmanship
Music
Cooking
Sewing

Magic:
Attuned to Restoration, Advanced

Equipment:
Sleeping equipment
Flint and tinder
Throwing knives
Bow and arrows
Dagger
Textbook of the anatomy of races
Alchemy supplies
Leather armor
Noble circlet from her heritage

~ Cinders ~

<Snipped quote by Lionhearted>

1) Half-Breeds are not overly common with especially few existing within Eroammir. The Imperium has a decent amount of half-breeds. Most who aren't born into an upper class family are disowned though there are some nobility known for consorting with other races. It isn't common, however, for them to be able to be heirs to the titles as they aren't Elves. How they are treated is, of course, will vary from noble to noble so I shall leave that up to you. It is common, however, for most nobles to shun half breeds born from them consorting with a 'lesser' race such as Orisiri or Humans. Starfallen are generally treated decently with some hints of distaste.

2) Starfallen are most commonly found in the Imperium and Keirous however it is unknown exactly where they come from.

3) Starfallen tend to be more adept at multiple magic schools than most other races and have been known to have larger reserves. This trait, however, does not wholly pass on to a half breed as they often get one or the other.

4) It is entirely possible to make a 'Healer', yes. I'll go more indepth with some information on Restoration and Wards once I am home.

5) How long they have been with the Order is up to the player however it should be known that I'm mostly intent on capping their time to around 5 years of service.

@Mag Lev

So would my half-breed character be capable of having larger reserves or no?

Thank you for answering my questions by the way!

~ Cinders ~

So I have two ideas for a character. One of which is a back up if the first doesn't work out. I want to make a primary-restoration character but I'm not quite sure if the lore would allow for it. Some questions:

1) How common would half-breeds be? I intend to make a half elf-half starfallen. If that's allowed, what sort of life would my character expect? I have an idea of making my character hail from nobility, but I'm not sure if half-breeds would be respected among nobility.

2) Where are the starfallen based?

3) To confirm: you did say that the starfallen are more adept when it comes to magic because of their aetherial ancestry, correct? If so, would they be capable of pushing the limits of the given fields of magic or are they subject to only being able to learn multiple fields of magic? Would the increased affinity for magic of the starfallen pass down to a half-breed?

4) I interpreted the restoration field of magic to be quite secondary, so I'm not sure if I would be able to make it more primary for my character. Given that the characters are to be in the Order, I would also include some sort of defensive capability to my character. Is it possible to create a 'healer' type character?

5) Would the characters be starting within the Order? If so, how long would you say they would've been there or is that for us to decide?