Hey yeah! Any one can create a monster as long as they submit here first, once approved, you can post it in the reference sheet!
And yes, sub-classes would be very helpful. Even if the beast your creating is a mountain cat of some kind, it would still be beneficial to the roleplay.
I also like the idea of a mermaid-like creature, but she has wings in this one. So this is what I had in mind: a Sea Harpy. They live along the coastlines in cliff faces where they build their nests, and they are notorious for attacking ships, eating the sailors, and hoarding loot. The Sea Harpies would have some magical capabilities, but nothing over-powering, although they would be dangerous in hand-to-hand combat.
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So, I counted 13 images, I think that's right. What do we got for ideas? Names, origin, etc? Which ones do we like the most?
These are my top three favorites.
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These are my top three favorites.
Johanna blushed a deep shade of red at Asher's correction, "Ah yes, I forgot how far I had travelled..." She offered up weakly.
If one were meant to be a story-teller, it would be Asher. He mesmerized Johanna with the idea of unthinkable amounts of treasure waiting to be discovered and claimed. A small portion of the treasure regained would surely lift her family out of poverty, Johanna was certain. She hung onto every word, storing away information that would be useful later.
As he rose up from the floor, Asher politely excused himself, promising not to touch Johanna in her sleep, and she smiled at that. He had left the scroll out, and she couldn't help but stare at it in wonder. She desperately wanted to examine it personally, but she felt that her actions would be looked down upon, so she resisted. Following Asher's lead, Johanna rose up and moved towards her bed. She pulled the quilted covers on the bed down, and slipped inside. "Good night Asher." Johanna murmured from her bed, the only sound in the room to be heard was the cracking of the wood inside the fireplace.
Closing her eyes, Johanna tried to lull herself to sleep. She laid awake for hours, staring quietly at the wooden rafters above her. Her eyes followed the grain of the wood until she became lost in it. Before she knew it, she had fallen asleep.
Before she knew it, she found herself awake again, from the light shining through the windows, Johanna could tell that dawn was breaking. Sitting up in bed, Johanna looked over at Asher, she could tell he was sleeping by the rise and fall of his chest. The scroll had been on her mind, in her dreams as she had slept, she needed to see the rest of it. If anything, she needed to know where the map would be in present day since it was written so long ago.
Creeping out of bed, Johanna approached the scroll, and knelt before it. She carefully unrolled it, and examined the map upon closer inspection. The longer she studied it, the more she couldn't make sense of it. After a few minutes of confusion, Johanna rolled the parchment paper back up and placed it where she had found it.
If one were meant to be a story-teller, it would be Asher. He mesmerized Johanna with the idea of unthinkable amounts of treasure waiting to be discovered and claimed. A small portion of the treasure regained would surely lift her family out of poverty, Johanna was certain. She hung onto every word, storing away information that would be useful later.
As he rose up from the floor, Asher politely excused himself, promising not to touch Johanna in her sleep, and she smiled at that. He had left the scroll out, and she couldn't help but stare at it in wonder. She desperately wanted to examine it personally, but she felt that her actions would be looked down upon, so she resisted. Following Asher's lead, Johanna rose up and moved towards her bed. She pulled the quilted covers on the bed down, and slipped inside. "Good night Asher." Johanna murmured from her bed, the only sound in the room to be heard was the cracking of the wood inside the fireplace.
Closing her eyes, Johanna tried to lull herself to sleep. She laid awake for hours, staring quietly at the wooden rafters above her. Her eyes followed the grain of the wood until she became lost in it. Before she knew it, she had fallen asleep.
Before she knew it, she found herself awake again, from the light shining through the windows, Johanna could tell that dawn was breaking. Sitting up in bed, Johanna looked over at Asher, she could tell he was sleeping by the rise and fall of his chest. The scroll had been on her mind, in her dreams as she had slept, she needed to see the rest of it. If anything, she needed to know where the map would be in present day since it was written so long ago.
Creeping out of bed, Johanna approached the scroll, and knelt before it. She carefully unrolled it, and examined the map upon closer inspection. The longer she studied it, the more she couldn't make sense of it. After a few minutes of confusion, Johanna rolled the parchment paper back up and placed it where she had found it.
Tzarima, I just needed to know what your plans were for Elrithian. Thank you for telling me.
Rtron, that's all right. I'm sure we'll make another.
Captain, if you'd like to do a De battle scene, that's perfectly fine with me.
Nightwing, I believe the bandit total is eight now.
Rtron, that's all right. I'm sure we'll make another.
Captain, if you'd like to do a De battle scene, that's perfectly fine with me.
Nightwing, I believe the bandit total is eight now.
Asher held an intriguing demeanor about himself, and it drew Johanna to him. It was her desire to know, and the thought of Asher working as a treasure hunter captivated her. As he spoke of his encounters, being stranded, attacked by bandits, Johanna couldn't help but feel inspired. She watched as he leaned back onto his hands with a heavy sigh. Leaning forward, Johanna wrapped her hands around her knees and rest her cheek on top of them. "Tell me some more about yourself. I'm not the only one with a story to tell, I'd wager." Here, she looked again at Asher and offered him a weak smile.
"It is nothing as glorious as your adventures, but my family is notorious here in Sevitel. We once belonged to the inner circles of noble society. The men in my family are all handsome, but it seems that aggression, and drunkenness runs rampant, as for us women, we were all raised to be married off at age fifteen to lords, barons, and the like. However, our overspending quickly led to our debt. We were the wealthiest family in all of Sevitel, four hundred years ago. The man who started it all was Fredrick Valerivicus, he was the first non-noble to be knighted by the King. He had proven himself in battle countless times, and on one occasion he bravely protected the Commanding General from harm when he was severely wounded on the battlefield." Johanna sounded bitter as she spoke about her family, as if she were greatly annoyed by their undoing. And in truth, she was.
"The Valerivicus threw lavish parties every week it seemed, and we squandered away our very last coin till we were penniless. Over the years of extravagant spending, my mother Giovanna, sold many of our family's precious gems, and jewelery. One day, I was suppose to inherit my portion of the family wealth, when that day came, there was nothing for me to receive. Except this." She pulled out a beautiful necklace on a silver chain from beneath her red linen dress. The necklace had a sapphire stone the size of a silver piece, around the stone were roses etched in silver. The gem itself made the necklace valuable, but so did the craftsmanship. She held the pendant in the palm of her hand, offering Asher a closer look at the necklace in the light of the fire.
"The rest of my coin, I have earned that. That is mine to keep and I spend it as I desire, is never wasted on frugality. There was more, to our namesake that is. My father sold his entire armory collection, as well as our family heirlooms. Anything valuable was sold to keep our fires warm, and our bellies full of food and mead." She tucked the necklace back into the hem of her dress and rubbed her hands, as if trying to warm them. "During the riots in Ciola, my brother, Thalien, his store was raided. Chezaré, the inn where he lodged burned down in the chaos. I was being followed home at night, I could feel their eyes, but I could never find them, those who watched me in the darkness. I was attacked shortly after when I was walking home from my shop, The Red Palace. Perhaps you've heard of it? Anywho, after my attack, the following day, a note appeared on my door front. It threatened my very life. And now I'm here." She held up her hands helplessly.
"It is nothing as glorious as your adventures, but my family is notorious here in Sevitel. We once belonged to the inner circles of noble society. The men in my family are all handsome, but it seems that aggression, and drunkenness runs rampant, as for us women, we were all raised to be married off at age fifteen to lords, barons, and the like. However, our overspending quickly led to our debt. We were the wealthiest family in all of Sevitel, four hundred years ago. The man who started it all was Fredrick Valerivicus, he was the first non-noble to be knighted by the King. He had proven himself in battle countless times, and on one occasion he bravely protected the Commanding General from harm when he was severely wounded on the battlefield." Johanna sounded bitter as she spoke about her family, as if she were greatly annoyed by their undoing. And in truth, she was.
"The Valerivicus threw lavish parties every week it seemed, and we squandered away our very last coin till we were penniless. Over the years of extravagant spending, my mother Giovanna, sold many of our family's precious gems, and jewelery. One day, I was suppose to inherit my portion of the family wealth, when that day came, there was nothing for me to receive. Except this." She pulled out a beautiful necklace on a silver chain from beneath her red linen dress. The necklace had a sapphire stone the size of a silver piece, around the stone were roses etched in silver. The gem itself made the necklace valuable, but so did the craftsmanship. She held the pendant in the palm of her hand, offering Asher a closer look at the necklace in the light of the fire.
"The rest of my coin, I have earned that. That is mine to keep and I spend it as I desire, is never wasted on frugality. There was more, to our namesake that is. My father sold his entire armory collection, as well as our family heirlooms. Anything valuable was sold to keep our fires warm, and our bellies full of food and mead." She tucked the necklace back into the hem of her dress and rubbed her hands, as if trying to warm them. "During the riots in Ciola, my brother, Thalien, his store was raided. Chezaré, the inn where he lodged burned down in the chaos. I was being followed home at night, I could feel their eyes, but I could never find them, those who watched me in the darkness. I was attacked shortly after when I was walking home from my shop, The Red Palace. Perhaps you've heard of it? Anywho, after my attack, the following day, a note appeared on my door front. It threatened my very life. And now I'm here." She held up her hands helplessly.
This is Johanna's necklace that she pulls out to show Asher.
Achieving fluidity is hard, and that is why I'm attached to this roleplay so much. And I am very happy that you joined us here in our family. I guess that's what we are, a family. We all work together to make something beautiful, each of us contributes something, whether it is additional information about Aerusya, or whether it's doing a collab, we all help out. And by helping out, we in return, receive the feeling of belonging. It's a good feeling to have.
So, I've been thinking about my next post, and I'm a little stumped. I have a lot of good ideas floating around in my head, but I'm not sure which would be the best choice for us. Now that everyone is pretty much engaged in combat, asides from Elrithian, Narcia, and Tathein, what happens next?
I think before I can make that decision, Tzarima, I'm going to need you to post before I can determine what happens next. Elrithian is responsible for the chaos, so how does he end it? I need some other information before I can even start to write my next response.
So, I've been thinking about my next post, and I'm a little stumped. I have a lot of good ideas floating around in my head, but I'm not sure which would be the best choice for us. Now that everyone is pretty much engaged in combat, asides from Elrithian, Narcia, and Tathein, what happens next?
I think before I can make that decision, Tzarima, I'm going to need you to post before I can determine what happens next. Elrithian is responsible for the chaos, so how does he end it? I need some other information before I can even start to write my next response.
When he had finished speaking, Johanna mulled over his words in her exhausted mind. Assuming from the way that Asher spoke of this "Emerson", she took him to be a kind of mentor, or care-giver. She would ask another time if the chance came. Asher was a treasure hunter, and that was more interesting to her. One could say that Johanna thirsted for knowledge, she wanted to know about everything and anything. Obtaining information of any kind was useful for Johanna. Her practice required her to know a little bit about everything, although, women with any formal teaching other than training in etiquette, the arts, or other domestic activities were often looked down upon from trying to ascend from their role in life. Johanna's profession granted her the ability to gather information informally, while maintaining a comfortable social life, or that was until the beginning of the civil war.
"A treasure hunter, eh? Oh please tell me more about that, that sounds wonderfully interesting. What is it you're trying to find now? Maybe I could help with one of your clues? I could even point you in the right direction. Perhaps you've been asking the wrong people or the wrong questions." Her face glowed from an internal light, the pleasure of happiness and the good company Asher brought. Johanna didn't possess many friends, asides from Thalien, and Chezaré, there was no one she could call a true friend. Her social awkwardness despite her trained manners for etiquette.
Her hazel eyes bore into Asher as she gazed at him, closer to the iris a forest green colour bled out into a light brown exterior. They were large, and wide open with intrigue as observed him in the firelight.
"A treasure hunter, eh? Oh please tell me more about that, that sounds wonderfully interesting. What is it you're trying to find now? Maybe I could help with one of your clues? I could even point you in the right direction. Perhaps you've been asking the wrong people or the wrong questions." Her face glowed from an internal light, the pleasure of happiness and the good company Asher brought. Johanna didn't possess many friends, asides from Thalien, and Chezaré, there was no one she could call a true friend. Her social awkwardness despite her trained manners for etiquette.
Her hazel eyes bore into Asher as she gazed at him, closer to the iris a forest green colour bled out into a light brown exterior. They were large, and wide open with intrigue as observed him in the firelight.
Princess Satienne the Pure: Character Info
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Race: Angardian
Role: Princess Satienne the Pure, is the crown princess to the throne of Angard. Chancellor Nehmor has set out group on an adventure to visit Cherod, and then to journey to the Tower of the Old and sacrifice the Princess if all else fails.
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Race: Angardian
Role: Princess Satienne the Pure, is the crown princess to the throne of Angard. Chancellor Nehmor has set out group on an adventure to visit Cherod, and then to journey to the Tower of the Old and sacrifice the Princess if all else fails.
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