OneEyedChurro

The Dust

Still here, sorry if I haven't been talking.

I've been, uh...place.

Betwixt the Eternal Light

So i've been thinking about how to apply solidification and / or replenishment of memories. The conclusion that I have drawn is this: Sometimes a post will contain an event or place with subtle or slightly more obvious reference to a memory (lost, or still present) belonging to a certain character. If whoever is playing said character notices this reference, PM me immediately and your character will be awarded appropriately. This may come in the form of returning a lost memory, or the manifestation of a memeria based on the memory referenced. You'll have to make sure you're on the ball for this, and read carefully.

@NewSun

Sounds like a cool idea. I think I may give the Prince a few more memories, just to solidify his believing he was nobility/ a prince.

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I can't wait either, i'm going to start work on the opening post tonight.

Just so everybody knows, the IC is going to start with each individual member of the cast –for one reason or another– catching sight of the Turncloak Blade. This will be to speed along the process of all characters encountering each other; otherwise i'm afraid we would be stuck in a solo stalemate for far too long.

@NewSun

Also sounds cool- the Prince would probably believe that the Turncloak Blade knows the way/is part of/ is relevant to the castle he constantly sees on the horizon.

Betwixt the Eternal Light

Memories

I am kneeling in front of a throne, on which there is no one seated. A man is in front of me; he looks like me, though his hair and beard are grey. He wears a crown, and looks displeased.

@OneEyedChurro

Memories:
Maldron is in front of a throne. A man with long grey hair sits on it, with a grand, golden grown, expensive and colorful clothes. His throat is cut wide open, and he gurgles as blood gushes out. Around him are bodies of the King's guard. The throne room's floor is full of warm, red blood. Maldron feels absolutely nothing.

@Laue

Sounds like we're talking about the same person. That could be interesting.

Betwixt the Eternal Light

the Prince of Lies

Given Name

-the Prince does not know his former name, nor if "Prince" was even his former title. Rather, "Prince of Lies" was what he was called by a mysterious being he encountered in this world that he's taken to since calling Tomb; a being that seemed to know more about Prince than he did, himself. While the Prince of Lies uses the long moniker as something of a name, he will oft simply introduce himself as Prince.

Appearance

the Prince of Lies

The Prince is a handsome and young looking man- another facet of his that has led him to believe that he was royalty in his previous life, or something close. His ragged robes still have an air of grandiose to their faded purple color, and his thin breastplate seems to have a more aesthetics or ceremonial intended purpose rather than anything practical.

His hair is long and blonde, and seems to have been styled many times in whatever previous era he came from. While it has since been muddled and messed many times, it still retains its princely look. Deep set brown eyes and an arrow-like face complete his prim and charismatic complexion, complementing the lean a toned muscle the Prince has garnered both in past life and new.

Equipment

- a blade, much longer than it seems it was supposed to be, for it is weighted rather oddly and the Prince sometimes has trouble handling it. Its hilt is as imposing as its wielder, charred and golden and turning at various angles. Other than this, it is a fairly mundane weapon.

- the Prince's pack contains his various other items that he has needed to survive- a small journal and pen, some basic foodstuffs (That often don't sit well in his stomach), and oil for his lantern. There are various other bits and bobbles that he has gathered during his travels more as keepsakes than anything that could be useful.

- an oil lantern, heavy and seemingly made of iron. The Prince has to keep it filled with oil to keep its light bright, but even burning on the residual oils when relatively empty it emits a very faint glow.

Memories

Of another land

I am kneeling in front of a throne, on which there is no one seated. A man is in front of me; he looks like me, though his hair and beard are grey. He wears a crown, and looks displeased. A beautiful dark-haired woman is beside me, and she is crying.

I stand on a stage, feelings of accomplishment and glory being eaten at by fear and dread. An astonished looking crowd stands before me. My hands are shaking. A dark haired woman is on stage next to me, and tears are in her eyes.

I am running- armed men follow me, their uniforms are bright and colorful. They shout obscenities at me. I am afraid. The dark haired woman runs with me.

I am in a small cabin- a forest looks to be outside the lone window. A burly bearded man is wrapping a cut on my arm, and is talking about something. It sounds like blood is rushing in my ears- I can barley understand him. Something about innocence. The dark haired woman is teeming with tears, and holds my hand.

Again, I am kneeling, though this time over a chopping block. Someone is speaking, but I cannot understand them; like the other memory, it sounds like blood is rushing in my ears. The dark haired woman is on the block next to mine, her tears and sadness replaced with stoicism and confidence.

In this land

I am in a stone castle room with an armored man. A Tomb-like being appears, its face shining a blinding light. I feel a great pain throughout my body, and darkness begins to encroach upon my vision.

Awakening

A cool breeze brushed the shoulders of the young man, sending his tousled blonde hair in all directions and opening crusted brown eyes. The young man rose to a knee and wiped his face with a glove hand- Where was he? Who was he? He glanced down at himself, and at his robes. They were purple- or at least used to be purple. It was only when he stood did he realize the oddly heavy sword strapped to his hip. Its weight seemed strange, for it certainly did not appear to be as heavy as it was. It had a golden hilt, now charred, but still oddly pretty.

The young man tucked his hair behind his ears and pulled his robes tighter around him. It was cold, and very barren. The ground was black as ash, and left a crusty residue on his boots when he took a step. It certainly seemed like he was outside, but glancing up he could almost make out something above him akin to a ceiling, as if he was at the bottom of some magnificently big chasm. Perhaps he was at the bottom of a great canyon, or in the maws of a massive cave? Whatever the case, he continued moving- unsure of exactly where he was going.

Eventually, he saw it. On the horizon, a massive blackened castle, as dark as the ground beneath him. It seemed to be made of stone, but reflected what light there was like metal. The man continued on a journey towards this complex- only to make an odd discovery. No matter how far he walked, how hard he tried to reach it, the castle was always on the horizon. Regardless, the young man continued to move towards it. It gave him purpose. It gave him cause.

Betwixt the Eternal Light

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Cool, thanks. Will edit and add momentarily.

Also, @OneEyedChurro, your character sheet makes repeated mention of Prince's sword's unusual weight and length. Out of curiosity, how heavy and long is it exactly? (Feel free to take this question completely out of context and quote me saying it.)

@Ashgan

Aw. I'm really bad with numbers-

It'd pretty much be between a one-handed longsword and a two-handed blade, as if the smith couldn't decide if he wanted the wielder to use one or two hands and just stopped somewhere halfway between the two. It's also fairly thin looking but solid and heavy. Someone stronger than the Prince could probably easily use it with one hand, or switch to two to get harder swings- Prince usually uses one since he's got the lantern in the other. All in all it was my way of sort of alluding that the Prince is fairly weak and not a great fighter.

Betwixt the Eternal Light

Done!

Prince

Given Name

-the Prince does not know his former name, nor if "Prince" was even his former title. Rather, "Prince of Lies" was what he was called by a mysterious being he encountered in this world that he's taken to since calling Tomb; a being that seemed to know more about Prince than he did, himself. While the Prince of Lies uses the long moniker as something of a name, he will oft simply introduce himself as Prince.

Appearance

the Prince of Lies

The Prince is a handsome and young looking man- another facet of his that has led him to believe that he was royalty in his previous life, or something close. His ragged robes still have an air of grandiose to their faded purple color, and his thin breastplate seems to have a more aesthetics or ceremonial intended purpose rather than anything practical.

His hair is long and blonde, and seems to have been styled many times in whatever previous era he came from. While it has since been muddled and messed many times, it still retains its princely look. Deep set brown eyes and an arrow-like face complete his prim and charismatic complexion, complementing the lean a toned muscle the Prince has garnered both in past life and new.

Equipment

- a blade, much longer than it seems it was supposed to be, for it is weighted rather oddly and the Prince sometimes has trouble handling it. Its hilt is as imposing as its wielder, charred and golden and turning at various angles. Other than this, it is a fairly mundane weapon.

- the Prince's pack contains his various other items that he has needed to survive- a small journal and pen, some basic foodstuffs (That often don't sit well in his stomach), and oil for his lantern. There are various other bits and bobbles that he has gathered during his travels more as keepsakes than anything that could be useful.

- an oil lantern, heavy and seemingly made of iron. The Prince has to keep it filled with oil to keep its light bright, but even burning on the residual oils when relatively empty it emits a very faint glow.

Memories

I am kneeling in front of a throne, on which there is no one seated. A man is in front of me; he looks like me, though his hair and beard are grey. He wears a crown, and looks displeased.

I stand on a stage, feelings of accomplishment and glory being eaten at by fear and dread. An astonished looking crowd stands before me. My hands are shaking

Again, I am kneeling, though this time over a chopping block. Someone is speaking, but I cannot understand them.

Awakening

A cool breeze brushed the shoulders of the young man, sending his tousled blonde hair in all directions and opening crusted brown eyes. The young man rose to a knee and wiped his face with a glove hand- Where was he? Who was he? He glanced down at himself, and at his robes. They were purple- or at least used to be purple. It was only when he stood did he realize the oddly heavy sword strapped to his hip. Its weight seemed strange, for it certainly did not appear to be as heavy as it was. It had a golden hilt, now charred, but still oddly pretty.

The young man tucked his hair behind his ears and pulled his robes tighter around him. It was cold, and very barren. The ground was black as ash, and left a crusty residue on his boots when he took a step. It certainly seemed like he was outside, but glancing up he could almost make out something above him akin to a ceiling, as if he was at the bottom of some magnificently big chasm. Perhaps he was at the bottom of a great canyon, or in the maws of a massive cave? Whatever the case, he continued moving- unsure of exactly where he was going.

Eventually, he saw it. On the horizon, a massive blackened castle, as dark as the ground beneath him. It seemed to be made of stone, but reflected what light there was like metal. The man continued on a journey towards this complex- only to make an odd discovery. No matter how far he walked, how hard he tried to reach it, the castle was always on the horizon. Regardless, the young man continued to move towards it. It gave him purpose. It gave him cause.

Betwixt the Eternal Light

I'm really digging this- kinda reminds me of Dark Souls and Numenera.

If you don't mind, I think I'll pitch in a character, as well.

An Age of Empires [Low Fantasy - Advanced]

Yeah, I think what I'll do is have the Grand Triarchate head into Azraca (Meeting the Blind Prophet does sound cool) to try and scope out some suitable land to build a new Grand Ziggurat, all the while another team of Triarchates (probably some that are respected and looked up to or something) head into Vathcras and try and make something happen. Probably a wooden lesser Ziggurat. That's the perfect world idea, though.

Pilgrimage, ho!

What Are You Listening To?

The Ocean- Bathyalpelagic II: The Wish in Dreams

An Age of Empires [Low Fantasy - Advanced]

It's possible but iffy with the Fulmen Nati. They are perfectly open to the existence of gods and pantheons other than their own, and they are also open to the worship of aforementioned gods and pantheons. . .Just so long as THEIRS come first.

Between the Hallucinogenic Incense, the rather well-educated Priesthood, and the fact that literally 100% of the population is Effulgent - it might be difficult to cram in a weirdo mini-pantheon with only one major god that doesn't carry any of the same perks worshiping the native religion does. I am open to suggestions though.

@Terminal

If you read about the Mazdacs, they are utterly insane but in a weird way they actually are tolerant and quite good at coexisting with other religions. Similarly to the Fulmen Nati they have no problem woth other gods. I vaguely mentioned that the Mazdac even affirms the existencd of some other gods, so Ternion could be a part of it.

Maybe your religion could exist in a sort of limbo, partially incorporated by the Mazdac to varying degrees? Some places might reject the Ternion totally, some might see it as a cult, some as a minor pantheon, some as nearing the status of Selijuk, etc.

@Cyclone

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The Vath worship a pantheon. Something I did deliberately since it allows for the incorporation of (foreign) deities. You can assume your god/goddess/gods are being worshipped in Vath albeit under a different shape or name.

@ClocktowerEchos
Hehe, piggy infantry.

@Sini

I should also say that the thing I'd be having Grand Triarchate do is set up a new Ziggurat. @Cyclone, I could see him visiting your nation in person (With a supervising outfit of Oathguards), but @Terminal and @Sini, yours could be fun, as well; perhaps trying to set up a Ziggurat would offend some, though, and require he do it in secret/cleverly? That could be interesting.