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A bump and a note that Rp information and World information has been expanded.
The Information for the World and the Rp have been updated. Things should be a bit better for everyone who wanted to understand more of the Rp.
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Varesh, faithful to the Silent Lord above, adhered to his vows of service even after so many years of hardship. Born without a voice but brimming with a desire to bring peace to his troubled home, this man traversed the world in search of knowledge that would give his people a way to fight against their ancient shadowy foe and banish them for good.
His search had led him to Apothicus, from there to the adventurers guild, and from there into the forming party calling themselves the Midnight Lace. Whatever that meant..
Through them Varesh had been paired with an accentric scholar by the name of Alister Valencia.
Some would call this non-stop smooth talking magician a visionary, a trail blazer in search of wonders lost to the universe. Varesh wanted to call him insane but had no voice to do so..
The group had cleared a lower rift that had taken place in a long dead volcano, thousands of years had come and gone since the last time of an eruption and yet the ground beneath their feet was still warm to the touch.
Of course that heat could have been a by-product of the cultists work in trying to summon a gateway to the abyss to bring forth a legion of demons to help raze the world back to dust and darkness. The group had been capable and quick in dominating the flow of combat as they cleared the rift with relative ease, leaving only Alister and Varesh alone in the silent world of the rift as they examined its contents hungrily for lost knowledge replicated by the infinity stone.
That usually boiled down to Alister touching something he shouldn't and Varesh getting them out of the disaster alive..
"By the great Gleaming Glitters of the Heaven's! They managed to construct a gateway deep in here? It is actually standing? How though, the heat, the tremors, the constant inconsistancy of magic... something as unstable as one of these would either never function or be destroyed. But here it is!!" Alister was practically giddy in his nature as he took a flurishing step towards Varesh and then quickly pressed his hands to the Omijurian man's shoulders with a lift of his feet. This brought Alister up and off the ground to spin on his palms around the silent comrade.
"Say something! This is a marvel of magic... Dark magic, but who cares!" Alister poked and joked to Varesh before he took a leaping step toward the center of the room.
There in it's center stood a massive gateway arch, comprised of what seemed like obsidian and crystal with mettalic poles and plates. The monstrosity was a great thing in the over all assembly of magical constructs. It presence in such a place meant it was well built and designed to hold up to the force of a Volcano.. literally. The chamber it was housed in was a large rotunda of hollow volcanic rock. The floor was steaming with warmth and lit by torches of the Occult brimming with a brilliant purple flame. Eight were placed across the the circumference of the chamber and they lit the chamber more than one would expect. A purple hue glew across every surface in the chamber, and the Gateway seemed to faintly react as tiny carving in it's face sparkled in the light.
The Cultists may have been slain, but the journey was far from over for Alister. This was evident as he pressed his hands to the gently humming face of the Arch-way and he began to murmur to himself as he tried to understand the arcane runes that were splattered across the face. He knew a few here and there, but it was taking time to discern the proper words to form phrases and sentences.
You couldn't see his face, but every time this man touched Varesh and said something along the lines of 'speak up' it made his face twist into a grimace. All in good fun, he supposed, but his inability to tell the man to shove it was a constant outrage for his normally quite mellow ways.
But if you wanted to find power you needed to follow people that could find it. Varesh had no training in the ways of magic and could not learn even if he wanted to; many powerful invocations required lengthy incantations and even then.. few were the spells that could truly harm a Qatari being for long. Weapons imbued with magic or holy power were best used to deal with that particular menace.
The warhammer resting in his right hand, coated in a fresh paint of bright red blood, showed it could be useful against a lot of other things too. Demonic beings summoned by deranged lunatics like the cultists of this Volcanic hellscape were just one of many that learned what it could do.
Alister was raving like a madman, lips flapping in awe at the crafstmanship of some devils totem, and a part of the holy man prayed for the strength to simply crush the foul thing here and now. It was an abomination of dark magic that could have been the end of every being on the planet once upon a time.
It had been destroyed hundreds of years ago by the jointed efforts of brave men and women who had waged war on this place and shattered the cultists reign for good. But in the rifts, it lived on still. It would be destroyed before he left as homeage to those that had done so in the past. But only once the more experienced practitioner of this strange art learned all he could from it, to better combat it in the future.
Knowledge was power.
Varesh took a step forward and yanked on Alisters shoulder, pulling the man from the gateway his hands were idly climbing over. using what little sign language he could, Varesh tried to explain that hitting the wrong room could 'make boom', accentuating that moment by imitating the sound of an explosion poorly.
Pointing to Alisters eyes and then more aggressively to the runes, he hoped the point would be clear. Look. Not touch.
"Ok, but you see.." Alister was watching Varesh's hands with a slight knick of his own bottom lip between his teeth, and a gentle sigh to the silent partner as he pointed out the clear possibility of an unstable gateway.
"Yes, yes. Boom, big, possible. But you also know that we could possibly harness it for more understanding of the rifts themselves right? No one has ever effectively gotten a gateway working in a rift, and survived to tell about the experience! Imagine if I could! Imagine if I could get it to work and it ported us from this rift into another rift? Or another location in this same rift? [i]Or even to a location back in the true reality of the present!" Alister quickly drew his rapier with his right hand from his left hip and pointed out a few of the runes from a distance to appease his compatriot.
"These runes here signify planar shifting, anchoring, and travel. Think about it, Varesh. Think about stepping through his portal now, in a recreation of ancient history, and popping out the other-side in long forgotten ruins of the present. A connected gateway, or this very chamber, in the present, in a realm where this portal is already destroyed. We could use that knowledge to instill the Infinity Bridge with back-up portals, back doors! A way to send reinforcments to rift parties, a way of giving rift parties a way out.. instead of making them die and come back through their blood-shards. A way to end the deaths of others would promote a grand statment.. It is what I seek, a reason to explore magic, to explore the rifts. Magic is what I desire, Varesh.. to know it, is to know the world."
Alister quickly turned back to the Portal and he lowered his rapier and then he sheathed his blade and stepped to the opposite face of the arch-way. It was there that Alister found a particularly redundant rune that was more or less a sign for beginning. It was commonly used for the charging of power, or the storing of magic, and it was often the first in a sequence of rituals or runic commands to activate grand magic.
"You know, I bet one of those Torches would make a great substitue for Mage-light and I am certain it would burn unendingly." Alister said pointing out the closest torch high on the chamber wall. Alister hoped that Varesh, as the Silent onlooker he was for the moment, would turn to see the brilliant purple flame with his own eyes, and whether he would or not, Alister quickly slipped a hand over the "Beginning" rune in the nature of activating the Arch-way's simpliest function. Charging up power to be used..
Varesh shook his head at the explanation. Backdoors to rifts would be a disaster, as mixing dimensional magic in a rift would be disastrous. Everyone knew that. The last time something like that had occured, a team of rift dwellers had been torn to shreds in a cataclysmic eruption of their rifts reality. Everything that existed within that created world of the infinity stone had shattered.
The party that ventured there have never returned to the infinity bridge.
Caught a little off guard by the magical lighting suggestion he turned to view the torches lined across the area bathing the surroundings with their strange purple luminessence. Such things were not common in Apothicus, but there were other imitations of-
Wait a second!
Varesh turned back to the magician as he slipped his hand over one particular rune. At first it seemed harmless, just idly tracing his finger over the smooth lines etched into the crystaline surface, but the thrum of magic that pulsed in the cavern like an earthquake a moment later only confirmed his fears. That damned fool activated the gateway!
No holy word could stifle the flow of magic to the construct as it began the arduous process of activating one rune at a time as it sucked in the ambient magic around them to fuel its demonic purpose.
One by one the glowing glyphs and sigils flared to life in angry hues of red and purple so bright it hurt the eyes to look upon, an unseen set of runes had been carved into the stone floor surrounding the gateway now began to flare with a similar dull hue as the gate. It was circling around the obsidian arch over and over in an expanding spiral.
Varesh lunged forward and grasped Alistar by the front of his shirt and easily lifted him off the ground, an angry shake as the holy man pointed at the growing spiral with concern. If that thing activated, who knew what would happen. Putting Ali back on the ground, he pointed at the portal and gestured frantically to 'stop'.
"Stop isn't a rune!" Alister angrily kicked the arm of the Omijurian and he spun his body in the grip to drop to the floor and he gave a nod before spiraling his hands about his body before his right hand came twisting and bent upward with extended fingers infront of his face, while his right hand flicked behind his body and his fingers curled into a fist.
"You see, I have a plan! Stop may not be a rune! But Change certainly is a rune!" Alister immediately let his own magic begin to flow from his body, eccentric twirling strings of magic lashed out from his finger-tips and entwined with the magic that sprung from the floor. The red was being latched onto by Alister's blue magic, and the strings and runic symbols began to dance around another.
"Time to give ole Ali a hug Varesh, standing too far away might make it messy. We may not have much wiggle room! But this will be the most marvelous dance!" Alister began to spin his body once more, his quick footsteps preformed a sashe of movements that formed magical runes with his sliding toes and heels, and as each one was made they flung themselves to the Gateway and tried to replace previous runes, and eventually the blue hue of Alister's magic began to more solidly meld with the Red. Now the purple in the room was emphasized by the now purple rings of magic around the room. However the dance was short as Alister stomped his foot to a rythyme that seemed to only play in his head and upon said stomp the magic would pulse ever harder and Alister would curl his body together as if he was about to scream to the heaven's. His magic was pouring out at a pace he hadn't ever tried before and it was draining him much quicker than he anticipated.
"We might, just survive... Maybe." Alister murmured to himself a moment.. "Who am I kidding! I WILL NEVER DIE! Let's ride this Baby all the way home Varesh! Long live Alister Valencia."
Varesh, faithful to the Silent Lord above, adhered to his vows of service even after so many years of hardship. Born without a voice but brimming with a desire to bring peace to his troubled home, this man traversed the world in search of knowledge that would give his people a way to fight against their ancient shadowy foe and banish them for good.
His search had led him to Apothicus, from there to the adventurers guild, and from there into the forming party calling themselves the Midnight Lace. Whatever that meant..
Through them Varesh had been paired with an accentric scholar by the name of Alister Valencia.
Some would call this non-stop smooth talking magician a visionary, a trail blazer in search of wonders lost to the universe. Varesh wanted to call him insane but had no voice to do so..
The group had cleared a lower rift that had taken place in a long dead volcano, thousands of years had come and gone since the last time of an eruption and yet the ground beneath their feet was still warm to the touch.
Of course that heat could have been a by-product of the cultists work in trying to summon a gateway to the abyss to bring forth a legion of demons to help raze the world back to dust and darkness. The group had been capable and quick in dominating the flow of combat as they cleared the rift with relative ease, leaving only Alister and Varesh alone in the silent world of the rift as they examined its contents hungrily for lost knowledge replicated by the infinity stone.
That usually boiled down to Alister touching something he shouldn't and Varesh getting them out of the disaster alive..
"By the great Gleaming Glitters of the Heaven's! They managed to construct a gateway deep in here? It is actually standing? How though, the heat, the tremors, the constant inconsistancy of magic... something as unstable as one of these would either never function or be destroyed. But here it is!!" Alister was practically giddy in his nature as he took a flurishing step towards Varesh and then quickly pressed his hands to the Omijurian man's shoulders with a lift of his feet. This brought Alister up and off the ground to spin on his palms around the silent comrade.
"Say something! This is a marvel of magic... Dark magic, but who cares!" Alister poked and joked to Varesh before he took a leaping step toward the center of the room.
There in it's center stood a massive gateway arch, comprised of what seemed like obsidian and crystal with mettalic poles and plates. The monstrosity was a great thing in the over all assembly of magical constructs. It presence in such a place meant it was well built and designed to hold up to the force of a Volcano.. literally. The chamber it was housed in was a large rotunda of hollow volcanic rock. The floor was steaming with warmth and lit by torches of the Occult brimming with a brilliant purple flame. Eight were placed across the the circumference of the chamber and they lit the chamber more than one would expect. A purple hue glew across every surface in the chamber, and the Gateway seemed to faintly react as tiny carving in it's face sparkled in the light.
The Cultists may have been slain, but the journey was far from over for Alister. This was evident as he pressed his hands to the gently humming face of the Arch-way and he began to murmur to himself as he tried to understand the arcane runes that were splattered across the face. He knew a few here and there, but it was taking time to discern the proper words to form phrases and sentences.
You couldn't see his face, but every time this man touched Varesh and said something along the lines of 'speak up' it made his face twist into a grimace. All in good fun, he supposed, but his inability to tell the man to shove it was a constant outrage for his normally quite mellow ways.
But if you wanted to find power you needed to follow people that could find it. Varesh had no training in the ways of magic and could not learn even if he wanted to; many powerful invocations required lengthy incantations and even then.. few were the spells that could truly harm a Qatari being for long. Weapons imbued with magic or holy power were best used to deal with that particular menace.
The warhammer resting in his right hand, coated in a fresh paint of bright red blood, showed it could be useful against a lot of other things too. Demonic beings summoned by deranged lunatics like the cultists of this Volcanic hellscape were just one of many that learned what it could do.
Alister was raving like a madman, lips flapping in awe at the crafstmanship of some devils totem, and a part of the holy man prayed for the strength to simply crush the foul thing here and now. It was an abomination of dark magic that could have been the end of every being on the planet once upon a time.
It had been destroyed hundreds of years ago by the jointed efforts of brave men and women who had waged war on this place and shattered the cultists reign for good. But in the rifts, it lived on still. It would be destroyed before he left as homeage to those that had done so in the past. But only once the more experienced practitioner of this strange art learned all he could from it, to better combat it in the future.
Knowledge was power.
Varesh took a step forward and yanked on Alisters shoulder, pulling the man from the gateway his hands were idly climbing over. using what little sign language he could, Varesh tried to explain that hitting the wrong room could 'make boom', accentuating that moment by imitating the sound of an explosion poorly.
Pointing to Alisters eyes and then more aggressively to the runes, he hoped the point would be clear. Look. Not touch.
"Ok, but you see.." Alister was watching Varesh's hands with a slight knick of his own bottom lip between his teeth, and a gentle sigh to the silent partner as he pointed out the clear possibility of an unstable gateway.
"Yes, yes. Boom, big, possible. But you also know that we could possibly harness it for more understanding of the rifts themselves right? No one has ever effectively gotten a gateway working in a rift, and survived to tell about the experience! Imagine if I could! Imagine if I could get it to work and it ported us from this rift into another rift? Or another location in this same rift? [i]Or even to a location back in the true reality of the present!" Alister quickly drew his rapier with his right hand from his left hip and pointed out a few of the runes from a distance to appease his compatriot.
"These runes here signify planar shifting, anchoring, and travel. Think about it, Varesh. Think about stepping through his portal now, in a recreation of ancient history, and popping out the other-side in long forgotten ruins of the present. A connected gateway, or this very chamber, in the present, in a realm where this portal is already destroyed. We could use that knowledge to instill the Infinity Bridge with back-up portals, back doors! A way to send reinforcments to rift parties, a way of giving rift parties a way out.. instead of making them die and come back through their blood-shards. A way to end the deaths of others would promote a grand statment.. It is what I seek, a reason to explore magic, to explore the rifts. Magic is what I desire, Varesh.. to know it, is to know the world."
Alister quickly turned back to the Portal and he lowered his rapier and then he sheathed his blade and stepped to the opposite face of the arch-way. It was there that Alister found a particularly redundant rune that was more or less a sign for beginning. It was commonly used for the charging of power, or the storing of magic, and it was often the first in a sequence of rituals or runic commands to activate grand magic.
"You know, I bet one of those Torches would make a great substitue for Mage-light and I am certain it would burn unendingly." Alister said pointing out the closest torch high on the chamber wall. Alister hoped that Varesh, as the Silent onlooker he was for the moment, would turn to see the brilliant purple flame with his own eyes, and whether he would or not, Alister quickly slipped a hand over the "Beginning" rune in the nature of activating the Arch-way's simpliest function. Charging up power to be used..
Varesh shook his head at the explanation. Backdoors to rifts would be a disaster, as mixing dimensional magic in a rift would be disastrous. Everyone knew that. The last time something like that had occured, a team of rift dwellers had been torn to shreds in a cataclysmic eruption of their rifts reality. Everything that existed within that created world of the infinity stone had shattered.
The party that ventured there have never returned to the infinity bridge.
Caught a little off guard by the magical lighting suggestion he turned to view the torches lined across the area bathing the surroundings with their strange purple luminessence. Such things were not common in Apothicus, but there were other imitations of-
Wait a second!
Varesh turned back to the magician as he slipped his hand over one particular rune. At first it seemed harmless, just idly tracing his finger over the smooth lines etched into the crystaline surface, but the thrum of magic that pulsed in the cavern like an earthquake a moment later only confirmed his fears. That damned fool activated the gateway!
No holy word could stifle the flow of magic to the construct as it began the arduous process of activating one rune at a time as it sucked in the ambient magic around them to fuel its demonic purpose.
One by one the glowing glyphs and sigils flared to life in angry hues of red and purple so bright it hurt the eyes to look upon, an unseen set of runes had been carved into the stone floor surrounding the gateway now began to flare with a similar dull hue as the gate. It was circling around the obsidian arch over and over in an expanding spiral.
Varesh lunged forward and grasped Alistar by the front of his shirt and easily lifted him off the ground, an angry shake as the holy man pointed at the growing spiral with concern. If that thing activated, who knew what would happen. Putting Ali back on the ground, he pointed at the portal and gestured frantically to 'stop'.
"Stop isn't a rune!" Alister angrily kicked the arm of the Omijurian and he spun his body in the grip to drop to the floor and he gave a nod before spiraling his hands about his body before his right hand came twisting and bent upward with extended fingers infront of his face, while his right hand flicked behind his body and his fingers curled into a fist.
"You see, I have a plan! Stop may not be a rune! But Change certainly is a rune!" Alister immediately let his own magic begin to flow from his body, eccentric twirling strings of magic lashed out from his finger-tips and entwined with the magic that sprung from the floor. The red was being latched onto by Alister's blue magic, and the strings and runic symbols began to dance around another.
"Time to give ole Ali a hug Varesh, standing too far away might make it messy. We may not have much wiggle room! But this will be the most marvelous dance!" Alister began to spin his body once more, his quick footsteps preformed a sashe of movements that formed magical runes with his sliding toes and heels, and as each one was made they flung themselves to the Gateway and tried to replace previous runes, and eventually the blue hue of Alister's magic began to more solidly meld with the Red. Now the purple in the room was emphasized by the now purple rings of magic around the room. However the dance was short as Alister stomped his foot to a rythyme that seemed to only play in his head and upon said stomp the magic would pulse ever harder and Alister would curl his body together as if he was about to scream to the heaven's. His magic was pouring out at a pace he hadn't ever tried before and it was draining him much quicker than he anticipated.
"We might, just survive... Maybe." Alister murmured to himself a moment.. "Who am I kidding! I WILL NEVER DIE! Let's ride this Baby all the way home Varesh! Long live Alister Valencia."
As it goes, I am a man who wants his players to help support creation of this world, while a large portion of it is created already, but yet to be revealed, so races can always be expanded.
Here are the basics:
Humans(Regional Varying in some ways)
Elves
Dwarves
Gnomes
and Orcs
However, if there is a character involving another race, feel free to pm me or speak here in the OOC about the character and I will happily speak with you about it and try to either make it work or find a compromise.
Here are the basics:
Humans(Regional Varying in some ways)
Elves
Dwarves
Gnomes
and Orcs
However, if there is a character involving another race, feel free to pm me or speak here in the OOC about the character and I will happily speak with you about it and try to either make it work or find a compromise.
It is a Fantasy setting, a high fantasy. The level of magic is as grand a scope the Rp builds it to be. As for the setting, the land is right there. "Azalore" the entire land of which the Rp will take place, when a new region implemented, it will be revealed in the Rp itself, such as the introductory post detailing the beginning Village and area.
"Azalore needs the help of you, you few who truly stand against the odds. However, who are you in the end? Adventurers? Travelers? You aren't much to look at honestly..." - The Caretaker
As it goes, the Rp will take place at the climax of the corruption. It has been slowly developing for a couple years and now the Chosen have risen up and have began an onslaught. Only a few have actually left their solace and have been ravaging the land. These few are the immediate threat, but to reach them alone will not be an easy task. They are wide-spread and they affect the world around them in the worst of ways. It will be up to the players and their beginning adventurers of characters to stop them, as players progress they will grow in character and strength. However they may also die or become mortally wounded, as this is a Grim-Dark Rp.
The location in which you will start is:
Silvershire
Silvershire is a Human origin Kingdom, and it's king was just assassinated by a group believed to be under the command of a corrupted Chosen. Our Players will be already collected at Silvershire's most infamous tavern, the Bloodied Wolf, and it is here that they will be met with an employer. A man who has secretly meddled in their affairs to ensure that no matter what they did, they ended up at this location at this very moment. This man will reveal himself once the rises to the full of the sky, and it is in this ramshackle town that the adventures across Azalore will begin, for the better.. or the worse.
-Cs-
Name:
Age:
Sex:
Race:
Appearance:(Picture Preferred)
Personality:
Backstory:
Equipment:
Misc:(Place anything here that you feel didn't belong in the others, and you want to note.)
Rules:
-No Godmodding
-No Power-playing
-No Bad stereotypes
-No Angsty Stereotypes
-Be respectful
-Please keep in mind, a balanced party is always the most powerful party.
Apologies for the long time getting the OOC up, I am dealing with some shit, but it will be up by tomorrow.
@Zelosse Yeah I really didn't care too much as I put out this cs, half of the fact was that it was you as one of the Co-gms and the second was I never really devoted much time to the Cs.
I'll make a second one and actually try and this time make a humanoid.
Ok, first off. If you aren't referring to Zel, don't mention Zel. Secondly, you can take your leave now.
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