MULTI_MEDIA_MAN

The Grand Arcanium (An Isolated DnD wizard school rp, new roleplayers welcome)

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...Sort of~

@Rune_Alchemist

OH BOY!

The Grand Arcanium (An Isolated DnD wizard school rp, new roleplayers welcome)

A....summoner?

The Grand Arcanium (An Isolated DnD wizard school rp, new roleplayers welcome)

I hope I'm alive, or else I've got some explaining to do....

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Garanin Stonehewer

Garanin let out a short breath when Dolvin's hand came down on his shoulder. He was tenser than he wanted to be, and the elder dwarf was right, after all. They were all here to learn, regardless of their specific circumstances.

"Aye. Aye, yer right." He gave Vale a moment of appraisal before nodding. "It's good to meet ya, sir Azsier. You've my apologies for my...wariness. Have'nae met any Dark Elves for meself, and I let the stories get into my head I s'pose. I hope for both our sakes that this is the worst encounter we're to have." It was an odd apology, he supposed, but Garanin didn't much care. He was trying to be open with the other students here, at least open about how he saw them. To be totally frank, he wasn't sure what to think of this Vale Azsier. He carried himself with the weight of a true warrior, as opposed to that of a soldier.

It left him both intimidated and interested in this strange individual. After giving the elf a few moments to retreat, Garanin turned back to Dolvin and spoke. "It's been good to meet you, Dolvin. Any idea when Master Rovi will be around? I'd like teh ask him a few questions a'fore we get started."

@Spirit @ReusableSword

Heroes of Beacon - Contest of Champions

Divergent Reality-Oswald

Name: Oswald Connoly

Age: 17

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Weapon: Tenacious Hound- A battle rifle (with an affixed bayonet) which transforms into bastard sword with a fork that travels about three-quarters of the way down the blade. While in its rifle form, the Tenacious Hound fires rounds comparable to the 7.62mm NATO round. While in sword mode, the Hound can channel Dust energy between the forks of its blade and, with a slash of the blade, unleash the energy as a small wave.

Semblance: Oswald’s Semblance remains unchanged- he retains the ability to teleport about 50 feet, in order to get closer to another living creature.

Personality: This version Oswald is much, much less serious than his Heroes of Beacon counterpart, owing to the fact that he has never truly known any sort of suffering in his life. He is a joyous, happy-go-lucky kid, with a heart of gold. Sure, he loves to pull pranks and tell jokes, but there are few people more kind-hearted than he is.

Appearance: Physically, Oswald is an entirely different person. Simply muscular, rather than wide and stocky, Oswald weighs approximately 170 pounds, though his height is unchanged, at 5’10”. The scar on his lip is mostly vanished, owing to a lack of stress allowing it to heal properly, and he lacks many of the bodily scars Oswald has. His armor is quite similar to what he wears now, though the color scheme is vastly different. The brigandine he wears is a brilliant silver color with white trimming, and his gauntlets have essentially been color-swapped, with silver taking up the majority of the gauntlets and black marking the details. His greaves are similarly colored, and his black pants and boots are replaced with sandy-colored versions of themselves.

Emblem: Oswald’s emblem is image of a scarlet mastiff’s head, set upon a white shield background with golden trim. This is in line with his name, “Fierce Hound of the King”

History: Until the day which began the Great Siege of Brookeborough, Oswald’s life was idyllic, if somewhat tumultuous. He fought Grimm, hunted for food, and patrolled the small village he called home.

And on the day that would begin that Great Siege, the man who would carry out the attack that resulted in the deaths of so many…tripped. One rock was all it took to change the path of so many lives.

Divergent Reality-Exile

”You have been accused of conspiracy to commit treason against the people of Brookeborough. We have seen the evidence discovered in your home, and the people have made their judgments against you. We need only one more thing…What do you have to say in your defense?”

Silence penetrated the council’s meeting hall, as the citizens of Brookeborough watched on in worry as to what this man would have to say for himself.

Silence was all they would hear. He had no words, only a subtle shake of his head.

“I see. In light of the evidence brought against you after the search of your home, I have no choice but to declare you guilty. [Stricken from record], on behalf of the council of elders and the people of Brookeborough, I sentence you to exile. You will be allowed one final meal and a last day of rest before you are sent beyond our walls to seek your own fate. This meeting of the council is adjourned. Guardians, bring this man to his domicile and make sure he is comfortable in these last hours. He will likely not feel so again.”

Chatter broke out among the people in attendance, relief and anger flowing through the council hall. Whispers of hatred and confusion struck Oswald’s ears as he followed the senior Guardians who were escorting the middle-aged Engineer out of the hall.

He had to echo their confusion. How could somebody feel so full of hatred at their fellow man as to turn to worship of the Grimm? How could somebody plot the destruction of their neighbors and family while working to protect those same people?

It was insanity, he was convinced. But this man was a threat to their lives. They’d seen the bombs, heard the story about how he nearly blew a hole in the town square when one of his weapons malfunctioned. Thankfully he hadn’t actually primed the explosives as he carried them, or there wouldn’t be much of a town square left for anybody to walk through.

The next morning, Oswald stood atop the wall, alongside the team leaders of the Brookeborough Guardians. He himself wasn’t considered a Guardian, nobody below the age of 16 could be, even if they had passed all of the practical exams. However, he was welcomed among them to watch as the traitor was sent away from the village. Even with a week’s worth of supplies, he was almost guaranteed to die between here and Vale. Even a small settlement would be too far, unless he was secretly a master survivalist as well.

“Good riddance. Sonuvabitch would’ve killed us all if he had the chance. I’d have loved to get my hands on him for an hour or two.”
“Can it, McElroy, you don’t gotta look tough in front of the kid. I doubt any of us disagree. Bastard had to go. Doesn’t mean we gotta sit here thinking about revenge against him. He got caught, we won, he’s not gonna hack it out there two days, let alone a week. Bet you my left axe he ends up Grimm food when he realizes he ain’t got toilet paper out there.” As the elder Guardians laughed, Oswald looked down at the man slowly walking away from the village walls, a hefty pack on his back.

They were right, he knew. That engineer was quite the frail man, even if times of abundance. In the wilderness, two days was generous. He’d likely be so terrified that he’d attract a pack of Beowulves before midnight.

But it didn’t much matter. Exile was one of the only official punishments the village handed out, and it wasn’t done lightly. Few were expected to survive the two-hundred-plus mile journey to Vale, if any at all. Guardians would be easily capable of it so long as they had a weapon, even so little as a wooden spear would suffice for warding off Grimm if one had a capable Aura.
“Hey, Connoly, quit daydreaming! You kids are setting out in a few hours, better get your shit ready!” Shaking his head to quiet his contemplation, Oswald ran after the others.

This would be the last time he thought of the would-be traitor. Nothing had come of it, after all.

The Grand Arcanium (An Isolated DnD wizard school rp, new roleplayers welcome)

That took a bit longer than I'd have preferred, but there we go, a posty

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Garanin Stonehewer

Garanin's eyes widened and he shook his head in a bit of shock as Dolvin introduced himself, accepting the sandwich he was offered with a grateful nod. "Aye, what in the bloody hells are ya doin' here, then?! Ya coulda at least tahld somebody yew were just hangin' out at the Arcanium, the rest of us Dwarves thought you went an' bit the dust!" Chuckling as Dovlin finished his explanation, Garanin nodded and let out a little hum. "Well, I s'pose that makes some sense as well. Cannae believe I didn' recognize yah there, Ahbarer!"

The dark elf's arrival, however, turned Garanin's mood a bit. He perked up when the man spoke about having met Dovlin before, but his guard didn't fall. One might call him prejudiced, but he was fairly certain even most of those people would be a bit cautious around a true Dark Elf. They had a reputation, and for a reason.

"'Ello thar, sir." Garanin only passively noticed that this man before them kept his hand near his weapon, but as a fully armored and armed student in a mages academy, Garanin could hardly fault him. Old habits died hard, after all.

@Spirit @ReusableSword

The Grand Arcanium (An Isolated DnD wizard school rp, new roleplayers welcome)

Garanin Stonehewer

Garanin's response to the other dwarf's greeting was nearly immediate. He stopped, adjusted his posture, and pounded his own left shoulder once. Carefully pulling one of his gauntlets off to properly greet the man, Garanin grabbed the offered hand and gave it a hearty shake. "Aye, that it is, Brother! I was worryin' I'd be one a' the only dwarves in this blasted place! Though I s'pose it figures that the Grand Enchanter bears the Gift, after all."

Taking a step back after the handshake and wiping his already-sweating brow with an arm, Garanin spent another moment looking around, admiring the works on display as he replaced the gauntlet on his hand. As hot as the forge was, it wouldn't do to mess about with all of his gear and end up burning himself on it due to the heat of the forge. That was what padding was for, after all.

"It looks like ah'm the first to arrive? So...how exactly does this whole thing work?"

@Spirit

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What?

@Spirit

Moon's got it. 8 books. Das a lot

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