Lyla

The Shattered World

@Samdragonx - Welcome. =3

The Shattered World

Two decades ago, alien creatures descended upon the world. The kingdoms of the north, south, east, and west finally joined forces after centuries of backstabbing and warring to counter this threat. However, even with the valiant efforts of the most promising heroes and warriors, the tide of darkness slowly started to shatter the land piece by piece and replaced it with something corrupt and twisted. While there is still beauty in the world, it's all at risk to falling to the dark moon and there seems to be no way of stopping the coming flood.

So desperate times call for miracles and for the first time in recorded history, the land started to see legendary heroes from the past being revived across the world. The mysterious deity Vis is the only one capable of such a feat and many praise her for once more saving her children - even though she does not oft interfere with mortal affairs. The heroes themselves find themselves torn from a time long past to see that kingdoms have fallen, friends have disappeared, and the lands are being change in ways they could never imagine.

Welcome!

In this role-play, player's will be playing revive legendary heroes from the past. The only limitation is that they're human, but other than that, they can be from any setting or culture - be it a desert bandit that acted like Robin Hood or some heroic sky pirate (yes, airships). Though no gunpowder will exist, feel free to extend past technologies to airships or even magitech if you want. Other than that, it's meant to be a role-play with heroic figures facing off some unknown, powerful evil. There are a few rules though, before you express interest.

• I have a vision for this setting, which isn't fully explained, partially to not give spoilers. I won't budge on this, however, I will work with you as best as I can - if you are intent on playing this story with me. If your character doesn't fit, that's okay, I wish you the best elsewhere.
• Characters can, for the most part, be injected into the story at any point I believe.
• I won't kill off the heroes, though doesn't mean things will be easy.
• There will be more slice of life type of scenarios, since I adore them as much as adventure. Drama is accepted here.
• Romance and everything included is fine here, but anything sexual, please take elsewhere to follow guild rules.
• I will be posting once a week at least - if you haven't posted by then, you'll be given one chance to at least explain you're busy but still intend to stay. If I post twice and you haven't been heard from, we will move on without you. I stay at home and this is for me as much as others, meaning if you can't keep up with that posting speed, then this role-play isn't for you.
• The power levels are more epic, but don't create demigods.
• I won't start the role-play until there's at least 4 other committed role-players.

Adventures of the Blood Rose Irregulars

@13org - Odessa put a finger over her own (Odessa's) mouth, not Aimee. =3 Though it's sad she felt babied. Odessa never meant that. ;_;

Knighthood (Closed)

Whisper

Lyla, @Themerlinhawk

Ayala, Crow

Day 1, Morning

Themerlinhawk

Nodding at the assertion that she did not need anything else for the mission he hit the button for the floor with their staging ground on it. Crow could feel Vulture shift on his shoulder to look at the woman standing next to him. It was rather unusual for the bird to take an interest in anyone really. The fact that Vulture was taking an interest confirmed his suspicion that she was unusual in some way. Beyond simply being an incredibly rare breed of Necromancer, it had irked Crow to a certain degree when she had quite literally appeared out of thin air only to be a potentially better Veilwalker than he was. After a few weeks of keeping an eye on her he’d finally given up on trying to unravel her secrets as it had seemed less important than his work at the time. Vulture’s interest however brought his own questions back to the front, though it seemed like at the time she had appeared that they had done a rather thorough investigation into who exactly she was which meant his own questions would probably on illicit similar answers.

“I guess that depends on if a reaper was sent for it. I get the suspicion that if it's still on this side of the Veil that we may have a rapidly decaying entity on or hands. If it is on the other side of the veil we may have an altogether different issue. I don’t particularly relish the thought of crossing the veil in the Narrows. There is no telling what might be waiting for us on the other side. Hopefully you can spot it on the other side without crossing the veil. I should be able to draw it back across if you can find it.”

Absentmindedly Crow brushed his hand over the small silver open base bell on his left hip. It had taken him two decades to find the item. The bell was a wedding gift to one of the legendary Princesses of the Nothern Djinn tribes from a Demon of Yishreenok who had been sent to collect her soul, or so it was said. The demon had supposedly fallen in love with the princess and refused to take her soul. When Yishreenok discovered the treachery it had forced the demon to kill the Princess’ husband. Taking the out the demon had killed the husband. After this the Princess had used the bell to call her husband’s soul back from the grave. In the end Yishreenok had won as the shade of her husband ripped out her heart in her sleep has he could not bare to see her in life without him and so claimed her in death.

The moral of the story went something like: Don’t try to cheat Death itself. What Crow had taken away was that there was a bell somewhere in the step pyramids of the Djinn which could call the dead back to this side of the veil. Once he had finished his induction into the Tower he had immediately set out to claim the powerful death magic tool. Sure enough he had found it buried with the remains of one of the great great granddaughters of the original princess. Regardless of the stories truth the bell had worked as promised and he had been employing its power for the Tower ever since. With a thoughtless flick Crow tapped its edge sending ripples of its power into the other side of the Veil around him. It was not a ring of the bell just a slight discordant note of its power. A single stone dropped carelessly on the edge of a still pond. Vulture suddenly tightened its claws on his shoulder. Bringing him back to the present Crow covered the bell, ending the ripple from it.

As the elevator came to a halt he stepped out and gestured down the hallway. “Hopefully the others are ready for us. Let's go.”

Ayala raised an eyebrow as the man explained the situation and let out a quick, "huh.." Since she had come to the tower, a lot of people were aware she had lost her memory - at least those that cared to even learn a little bit of her. So a lot of things she was able to do, she never had names for or a true understanding. However Crow seemed to fully understand the function of necromancy and she quietly wondered if it would be wise to learn from him. Besides, there was something about that bird on his shoulder to made her feel.. familiar. ".. thank you.." she explained before they got off the elevator, quickly following after. "I didn't realize that was what I was doing - seeing beyond the viel. Unless seeing spirits everywhere is normal for necromancers." She paused dramatically, though only to ponder for a moment. "... also curious if my spirit form is just that - crossing the viel? I'm.. not sure.. either way.." At the end of it, she shrugged. She didn't want to grab at straws that were incorrect and be thought of as uneducated or stupid, but truth be told, Crow most definitely knew much more than she did in spite of her skill.

"Is that the tool used to pull them across though?" she asked causally, gesturing to the bell the man was fiddling with in the elevator. "Certainly has a feeling of necromantic magic anyways." Ayala quickly wondered if that was also normal or not, whether other knights could sense magic. She supposed his reaction would tell her what she wanted to know either way.

Knighthood (Closed)

Geez, I really need to get on a reply today! Stupid life. I even missed a few IC posts for me to read!

Knighthood (Closed)

Works for me!

Knighthood (Closed)

Hm, guess I don't have much of a preference myself, though another captain would make the most IC sense.

Adventures of the Blood Rose Irregulars

Selva "Mjolnir" Bladecross

Name: Selva "Mjolnir" Bladecross
Gender: female
Age: 29
Appearance: Selva has a very strong appearance, one that some find quite intimidating, especially men. She is a little over six feet, and is pure muscle from the shoulders down. With thin light blonde hair down to her shoulder blades and a snarky expression highlighted in dark makeup (obviously to enhance her threatening appearance) she's pretty but in a "I-can-and-will-rip-your-spine-out" sort of way. Selva has deep brown eyes that are small and narrow, with a long thin nose and thick lips. She's quite... thick in all places due to the buildup of muscles, and with her training hard everyday her clothes don't always fit properly, happening to be on the tighter side. Selva is always in some sort of armor, whether it be her casual look (shown in image) or in her true fighting armor which includes a chest plate, helmet and a removal of the material by her hips to leave her in a more functional outfit.
Bio: Selva was born as the eldest child of two into a family of warriors under the Empire. Her younger brother, Elvin, was supposed to be the family heir but he was scrawny and weak with no fighting instincts to save himself. At the time, it was unheard of for a daughter to take over for a long and prestigious line of knights, but no one could doubt Selva's obvious affinity to the battlefield. She was fearless, trustworthy and obviously powerful. At just eight years old, she lifted her father's war hammer with ease, something most grown men could not accomplish.
Like her father Bal, Selva's strength was of what appeared to be almost inhuman. Bal was one of the top officers of the Empire Knights at the time, and was a well respected if not feared fighter. Selva was much like him, they even shared the same fighting styles. Bal's friends referred to his daughter as "Mjolnir", a fearsome weapon capable of leveling mountains. Of course the nickname was heavily exaggerated, but it stuck and now many refer to her as it.
Selva's mother passed away when Selva was 19, leaving her father in distress. He was so traumatized, he wouldn't eat or speak, and refused to leave their home. Selva stepped in for him as his replacement and was a perfect match. They have not requested Bal return since. It has been 10 years and Bal now works as a cook in the city square, he still having trouble with his mind so Selva often returns to care for him. Elvin disappeared around the time of his mother's death, and Selva hisses his name as a coward who wouldn't stay with family through hardship. They haven't heard word from him, and do not mention him.
Fighting Style: Selva fights using a berserker fighting style, relying mostly upon her strength with enough defense to keep her strong against attacks. She is a slow fighter and close range, but if she gets a hit on you, you better bet you will feel it.
Equipment: Selva's main equipment is her 7 foot, who-knows-how-many-pounds two handed war hammer known as God's Fist which her father used to iconically use in battle. It also has a form as as a war axe, where the blunt edges sharpen and thin into sharp blades, but to do this she must really be in trouble because it absorbs all of the little amount of mana she contains in her body. She usually passes out after using it in a fight. This form of the hammer is referred to as "God's Strike."
Her armor, as described in her appearance, is the only equipment besides her hammer she really enacts. She carries a small rapier at her side, but it is almost completely for show.
Skills/Abilities:
Tough as nails- A huge resistance to pain this often mistaken as defense, but it is more she is simply blind to the wounds she has until her mission is complete. That being said, trying to torture information out of her is a no-go.
Boulder breaker- An almost inhuman level of strength, Selva can lift, throw, pull, push and break most anything with or without her hammer. She's a scary broad, man.
She-devil- When angered or annoyed, Selva is practically twice as terrifying as usual. Don't ask me how. When she glares at you, it will feel like the devil himself is threatening you silently.
Other:

Hider

-=Rules=-

1. Listen to the GM(s), If you have a complaint tell me. I am not an evil dictator and if I am wrong I will admit it.
2. Romance and Gore allowed, But keep it in good taste and in site rules
3. Now not all characters will play nice with each other I understand that, but keep the disputes in the RP not in OOC
4. Be civilized and polite please
5. All basic RP rules apply to this roleplay: Power playing, Meta gaming, and others are not allowed.
6. The story isn't exactly set, If you have an idea for a mission feel free to pm me the details and I'll try to work it in.
7. Copy the rules into a Hider in the "other" of your cs so I know you read them.
8. Get into your character's skin become him or her as you are playing have fun and give us insight into their thoughts.
9. Try to keep active, in both the IC and OOC pages please. And even if you don't have anything to say, at least read the OOC.

@Arthanus *wipes brow* Whew! Done! Tell me if anything needs to be fixed.

@Cherrywitch

Le approved from my end! <3

The Shackled Relic

@Noodles@BubblegumQueen@Deos Morran@SimpleD@Holy Grail - Posted! :D

The Shackled Relic

Sofia Oaks

Sofia tensed as she was hugged, giving the man an odd, but somehow thankful look. She didn't say anything though and didn't feel the need to reply in the least - only give subtle feelings of gratitude towards the gesture. Before long though, Kairos chimed in with approval to which she only mentally nodded and looked to her apparent new companion. Quietly, she wandered about the girl, but in the end just offered a soft smile - she could tell there was something about the girl, something normally seen as dark and evil, but Nina hardly seemed the type. Deciding to reserve judgement, she turned towards a small boat that approached, the men giving her questioning gazes. "She is with me," she spoke simply and while they looked at each other in confusion, seemed to accept it. As they got closer, two men offered a hand into the small boat that would take them back to the ship, which Sofia took without hesitation before sitting as the vessel rocked back and forth against the waves.

Suddenly, her mind tinged with alarm as she heard thoughts of one of the strangers - a woman seeking Corda as a target! Apparently the woman decided that this was all madness inside her own head, making Sofia huffed lightly to herself, knowing full well that yelling at her probably wouldn't do much. She had to make it back to the rebellion before the assassin did and warn her. She shot a look towards Nina and pursed her lips. 'We might be making a detour before being able to talk to Corda..' she mentally projected only to Nina, hopeful the girl would understand exactly why.

A few minutes later, the pair was on board the ship, to which Sofia yelled to the captain, "we need to make haste back to Sheolan!" Apparently the warrior was a woman of a more serious tone as the statement put the crew into a frenzy. Looking to Nina, she let out a slight sigh. "... well, we should get out of the way. The mess hall is below deck and.." She tensed slightly as she continued, ".. I suppose you can board in my room.." Unsure of how that'd work out, exactly, Sofia had resigned herself to it since it was the only room left on the ship for the girl. Watching Nina for a brief moment, Sofia suddenly turned around and made her way to the room - regardless if Nina followed her or not.