Lucius Cypher

Mirror Worlds

Another day of labor, another day for a failed harvest. Donny sighed as he leaned against his shovel, looking at the field before him. He's been working on this farm since he was a small boy, but now he was the only one left to take care of it. His father was drafted off to war, his mother dead from disease, frankly the whole village was close to collapsing. Their local lord was far too power hungry for his own good, taking more than half of the male population to go fight some meaningless battle that Donny wasn't even aware of. Bandits and monsters ravage the countryside but all the militia are gone, and anyone with sense has long since fled for the safety of the cities. Only Donny and a few other brave fools are left. And even he was considering leaving at some point.

All he had was this land and a hut he called home. He supposed that he should be grateful for what he has, but he wasn't sure how long it'd last him. Just two days ago one of his neighbor's got raided. He took down seven men before he was killed, but even then his home was robbed, his lands defiled, and now no one was there to make it arable. Donny wondered how long before his time was up too. As he thought about it he looked off to the valley. Before her death his mother would always tell him about the fairies and spirits in the valley that could help him, so long as he was a good boy. He really wondered if he has earned that right, assuming that it wasn't just a tale told to him to keep Donny on his best behavior.

Still better then sitting around doing nothing. Today's work was done and there was still some sunlight out left before night. The forest was dangerous but he was no coward and besides that, he had some militia training. At the very least his shovel was much more deadly than most would realize. So Donny went inside his home and dressed for some traveling. A thick fur coat for warmth, and a wooden shield for protection. He took a short blade in case he needed to cut through some brush and a shortbow if he happened to find anything worth hunting. He hung a lantern on his belt for light and finally grabbed his shovel; his trusty tool and most reliable weapon. Finally he packed some snack for the trip, a loaf of sweet bread made by one of his neighbors and a skin full of water. With everything packed Donny left his home to head to the valley temple.

"Maybe I'll be lucky and find some fairies or something."

Mirror Worlds

@Azure Sea

Nicu. I'll have Donny chance on by.

D&D 5e - Hoard of the Dragon Queen

I’ve nothing against it.

Mirror Worlds

@Azure Sea

Yup. Classic “Farm boy turned hero” archetype. More importantly he can help the players with exposition and shelter or whatever.

Mirror Worlds

Name: Donny Yang
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Appearance:

Theme:

Specialty in the mirror world: Farmer (Makes helpful items, handles and tames beasts, has decent physical stats but poor at magic)

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Lucilia Riovas & Leith Calder

Lucilia merely smiled and chuckled at the comment about Tyrael. ”No doubt he’s been snooping in my new mailbox. The flowers are mostly harmless, but highly resistant to being torn, burnt, or frozen. At least not until a skilled herbmancer comes by to remove them, but by then I’d have already learned that someone was putting their mitts somewhere they don’t belong.” Truthfully the vines were just a failed product to recreate Khan’s demonic vines. They actually wouldn’t even work unless someone or something demonic tried to enter her office when she isn’t around, so she’d have to talk to Tyrael about what he was doing snooping around.

Aside from that, Lucilia scanned the documents, looking over what was written compared to what Leith had told her. Truthfully, she wasn’t surprised at the threat they faced. Djarkel was never a safe place, but that was also why she sent the students instead of her usual couriers. With all these conflicts happening around the world, along with whatever demonic force was awakening in the Inferno, Lucilia couldn’t just use anyone. As she reviewed the information she looked up to Leith.

”Leith, be honest with me... “ Lucilia closed the books and laced her fingers across her chin, hiding her mouth. Her piercing red eyes looked into Leith. ”Would you still stay at the college even if you had to do more missions like this? With all the dangers and intrigue?”

“Well... yeah.” Leith nodded. ”There are things going on that I would have been ignorant about had I not come to learn about my Hydromancy. I don’t think I’d be able to stand leaving the college to whatever is going on for a chance at less danger.”

Leith looked down at his hands. A small ball of water coalesced above them. He wouldn’t have been able to do that had he not come to the college. He looked up at Lucilia and smiled ”Besides, I still have so much more to learn. I can’t leave after only learning half of what I could do. And I’m alway one for intrigue. I joined Satori’s Investigation Squad, didn’t I?”

Smiling, Lucilia sat back and nodded her head. [color=crimson]”True true. I suppose after all you’ve gone through, of course you’d be willing and able to stick around. So much of the world still left to discover. And no one likes to leave business unfinished. Still… Things will only get more perilous from here on out.”[color] Standing up Lucilia went to the window. It was tinted so that it wouldn’t bother her as much should she have not fed recently.

”It’s no secret that the college is going to war. It’s not a battle that our students have to fight. What you and the others went through is just a taste of what’s to come, and it’ll only get worse. This fear you feel, the uncertainty, this isn’t even the tip of the iceberg. I want to make sure that you know this Leith. So you can make a proper decision.”

Lucilia’s stern gaze continued out of the window towards the Snow White courtyard below. Just contemplating the decisions that everyone has to make. ”If that is all Leith, you are dismissed.”

”W-well… Leith cleared his throat and tried again. ”Well I think it’s better to have the choice in the matter of going to war. But even so, I’ve made friends at the college and the friends I have outside the college will be affected by this war, and I…I will do whatever I can to make sure that they’re safe. So the decision has already been made.” He nodded to Lucilia ”Have a nice day.” With that said, Leith turned and left Lucilia’s office with a frown on his face. He had another choice to make by the end of the day.

Tyrael Marchosias

Back at the mess hall, Tyrael surprisingly was operating the kitchen. Tyrael rarely ever cooked or even ate, and certainly not in the common area here. However for Lyn he'd make exceptions. He was going to make his special "Soul Sandwich", a silly little meal to lightly reinforce his demonic imagery, while hiding the fact that some rather demonic (But mostly harmless) stuff does go into making it.First he started with two long loafs of bread. He would cut the bread into two long halves and toast both sides over a fire until they were lightly brown. Then with a clean knife he'd spread cream cheese, dill, and baby pickles. Pickles which he made himself a few months ago. They had a hint of spice. Next was sliced boiled eggs and duck breast, fresh from the college's own animal hatchery. He had to ask Satori for permission on which animals were okay to butchery, considering her protective nature of the livestock.

Next Tyrael had arranged cucumbers, tomatoes, and sweet onions on a board. Taking out a new, clean knife, he began to slice the three into mostly perfect round circles, equal in thickness. He carefully laid them upon the duck meat as he went over to a stove where there was a bot of water. Inside was meat prepared sous-vide with rosemary and thyme. After ensuring that the meat was fully cooked (It was), he sliced it into long strips and placed that onto the sandwich as well. Then he fried some bacon.

The next part was where Tyrael's occult magic came into play. First he had to return to the Inferno to his own personal store room. Apparently one of his imp guards were shirking their duties because he could see them trying to get into one of his locked cabinents. Nothing too unusual, chances are they're trying to get one of their friends out. Tyrael walked over and grabbed the imps by their necks, snapping their necks and tossing them aside. When he opened the door there were various jars and containers inside, including one of an imp who was stuffed and forced into a jar much too small for him to survive. Tyrael ignored him as he looked for a jar labeled "Tears of the Innocent". And he found the milky clear jar, with what did appear to be tears in it. Opening a portal back into the college he drizzled some tears onto the sandwiches. For salt. Then he put the jar back, closed the cabinet, and preformed the last part of the sandwich making process.

He took a lobster and carefully lowered it into a pot of water, where it immediately started to boil alive. If it could scream in pain it would have echoed across the hall, but fortunately lobsters couldn't do that. What they could do however was die, and as they died Tyrael used his magic to manipulate the soul of the lobster. This was technically more along the lines of necromancy, but Tyrael knew just enough that the craft for the purpose he needed it for. He transferred the soul of the lobster into the sandwich, haunting the meal with it's deep sea flavor. It also kept the sandwich warm. Tyrael made two.

Leaving the lobster for the kitchen staff to enjoy, Tyrael walked out into the mess hall towards the bonfire where he presumed Lyn was at. He had sandwiches as well as drinks, mainly water and juice. He had considered letting her try a little bit of alcohol, however he decided against it. At the very least, not until Mar herself would approve of it. "Lyn. I have your food."

The Hunters and the Hunted - Open for Applications

Awakening to the sound of hoof eats, Domic opens his eyes from his hidden hole in a inn’s stable. He had slept here through the night as the presence of animals, smelly as they are, were comforting to him, and he knew none would dare approach a knight on their lonesome. It helped that Domic had hidden himself in hay. Rising from his slumber Domic grabbed his shield and walked out of the stable, his mouth dry and hungry for food. The townspeople were already busy getting their shops and stalls opened so all he needed to do was make himself more presentable and find someone to do business with.

The massive knight choose a humble little bakery stand, ran by two young women. They must have been children because they barely reached the height of his chest. ”Two pies. And... Cider. Please.” The hulking knight dropped a few coins for his food which the girls served with haste. The pies were filled with rabbit meat and mushrooms, and the cider was made from apples. Not the best food he’s ever had, but good enough to keep himself going. He thanked the two and continued on his way.

He had arrived to this city for a purpose. The life of a knight errant was interesting but had many of its own troubles. His armor for example was in dire need of maintenance; he had done all hthat could with what little he knew about armory but he could tell the overall quality had deminished. His shield was also found lacking, with many holes from blades and lances still present and now o my hidden by a wool banner barring his emblem. He was less of a knight and more of a heavily armored brigand at first appearance, and thus he’ll need to find an organization to assist in maintaining appearances.

And thus Domic finds himself at the royal Hunters Guild. They say mad beasts run rampant in the countryside that are beyond the skill level of most soldiers. Thus the kingdom was looking for the best warriors the land had to offer. Domic wasn’t sure if he wasn’t up to snuff but he’ll find out soon enough. The giant entered the guild and looked around, unsure of where to go. He garnered few stares as it seems not many of the guild’s hunters were as heavily armored as he. He understood why, most perfected mobility over endurance. To each their own.

The knight sat down on a bench near Captain Drystand and his company, paicently waiting for guidance or conversation. No need to be rude and infringe in a conversation in progress. Though Domic will listen in if he could.

The Hunters and the Hunted - Open for Applications

Man maintence hit us at the worse time didn’t it?

Fire Emblem: The Eternal War [ENDED]

@PaulHaynek

Ah, mores the pity. My Emblem fu isn’t as strong as I’d recall anyways. Enjoy.

Site Server Issues - 22nd Jan

Can’t seem to log in using Safari on the IOS. Noticed that happened prior to the server maintenance too. Never happened before, and I typically used Safari to access the guild on my phone.

Google seems to work fine though.