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BECAUSE I AM SWITCHING ACCOUNTS TO POKE, THIS ACCOUNT WILL NOW SERVE AS A MEMORIAL TO THE ONLY KING THAT MATTERS.
Ostarion, the Skeleton King "Bone is strongest where it's mended."
The victim of a longevity spell that backfired, the Skeleton King Ostarion has built an empire from the bones of his enemies. He lives only to extend his reach, for as long as he is perpetually building and adding to his domain he cannot die. The walls of his palace are formed of fired bone; the streets are paved with bones of every sort of creature and every enemy; and even the wood and other natural features of his land have been swept away and replaced with replicas formed of bone. From the Ivory Forest to Ostarion's towering Throne of Bone, nothing happens in the Empire of Bones without the full knowledge of its Skeleton King.
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Posting to assure you I exist.
Interested. How much people would it take to get this RP off of the ground?
EDIT: Apologies, but I'm going to have to drop out of this Roleplay.
Eh, I'm still here, I guess.
gamer5 said
Also there are no notable human settlements in the Black Forest, just a hut of a madman here and there.
I only really chose the Black Forest because it looked like the most logical place for a minor (major?) secluded cult. If there's anywhere better than that I'd gladly change it.
gamer5 said
More info on Endoleon would be nice.
What kind of information specifically? I'll make an attempt at adding anything necessary.
Backstory's a little short. But there's not much to go on with someone so straightforward.
Name: Endoleon Romulus
Age: Ageless (Eh, technically)
Race None (Eh, technically)
Country of Birth: Black Forest
Country of Origin: Black Forest
Appearance:
Biography: Within the reaches of the Black Forest exists the Order of Volrund. This cult was founded by the now deceased warlock Koryx, who achieved an unnatural power through an enchanted staff in which he crafted; slain by an ancient hero long ago, Koryx's his magical feats and artifacts lived on in the hearts of the Volrund cultists. Dedicated to the advancement of the forbidden arts of the arcane, the Order of Volrund is notorious for it's rituals and experiments. Many of which are deemed unethical by the other races, and are met with hostility - which led to the seclusion of the Volrund deep within the Black Forest.
The shrine of Koryx was created in an attempt to harness the power of Koryx's abnormal staff. The goal of this was to amplify the staff's power. Going as far as to sacrifice a small child in the hopes that it would please Koryx's spirit. Nothing happened. The attempt at achieving power was abandoned with their enthusiasm, along with the Staff of Koryx. In reality, the staff had simply not been used for decades, and was gathering power over time to release. Due to the abandoning, the staff had no release. And instead it condensed the excess power to create Endoleon; arcane energy manifested into a sentient form, Endoleon possesses many basic human senses, and is aware of his own existance. But lacked any motives or aspirations, and willingly ignored any morals. With essentially nothing to keep him in the area, Endoleon wandered beyond the Black Forest (Leaving the Staff of Koryx behind) until he met and allied with Vo’hedoq-gluth, whom he found in the Black Forest at a time for unspecified reasons.
Personality: Seemingly psychotic in nature, Endoleon is aware of the difference between right and wrong, and the concept of empathy, but completely disregards these emotions along with many others. He has a specific, albeit irrational hatred for small and cute races which most likely stems from his origins. He actively looks for excuses to attack them, be it minor or major.
Combat Skills: Being composed of arcane energy, Endoleon conjures temporary weapons made solely out of magic. He utilizes stealth and agility to kill from distances, or to quickly approach and attack targets in melee combat.
Adventuring & Survival Skills: Tracking, has basic knowledge of setting up camps.
Other Skills: Being unaware of his origins, many people do not know that Endoleon has the potential to charge magical items, should they run out of energy for whatever reason. This would leave Endoleon without the necessary power to conjure weapons for a while, however.
Reason for traveling: Endoleon does not have his own motives, and simply follows Vo’hedoq-gluth on his path to redemption.
Other: Endoleon lacks certain needs such as food, and drink.
Name: Endoleon Romulus
Age: Ageless (Eh, technically)
Race None (Eh, technically)
Country of Birth: Black Forest
Country of Origin: Black Forest
Appearance:
Biography: Within the reaches of the Black Forest exists the Order of Volrund. This cult was founded by the now deceased warlock Koryx, who achieved an unnatural power through an enchanted staff in which he crafted; slain by an ancient hero long ago, Koryx's his magical feats and artifacts lived on in the hearts of the Volrund cultists. Dedicated to the advancement of the forbidden arts of the arcane, the Order of Volrund is notorious for it's rituals and experiments. Many of which are deemed unethical by the other races, and are met with hostility - which led to the seclusion of the Volrund deep within the Black Forest.
The shrine of Koryx was created in an attempt to harness the power of Koryx's abnormal staff. The goal of this was to amplify the staff's power. Going as far as to sacrifice a small child in the hopes that it would please Koryx's spirit. Nothing happened. The attempt at achieving power was abandoned with their enthusiasm, along with the Staff of Koryx. In reality, the staff had simply not been used for decades, and was gathering power over time to release. Due to the abandoning, the staff had no release. And instead it condensed the excess power to create Endoleon; arcane energy manifested into a sentient form, Endoleon possesses many basic human senses, and is aware of his own existance. But lacked any motives or aspirations, and willingly ignored any morals. With essentially nothing to keep him in the area, Endoleon wandered beyond the Black Forest (Leaving the Staff of Koryx behind) until he met and allied with Vo’hedoq-gluth, whom he found in the Black Forest at a time for unspecified reasons.
Personality: Seemingly psychotic in nature, Endoleon is aware of the difference between right and wrong, and the concept of empathy, but completely disregards these emotions along with many others. He has a specific, albeit irrational hatred for small and cute races which most likely stems from his origins. He actively looks for excuses to attack them, be it minor or major.
Combat Skills: Being composed of arcane energy, Endoleon conjures temporary weapons made solely out of magic. He utilizes stealth and agility to kill from distances, or to quickly approach and attack targets in melee combat.
Adventuring & Survival Skills: Tracking, has basic knowledge of setting up camps.
Other Skills: Being unaware of his origins, many people do not know that Endoleon has the potential to charge magical items, should they run out of energy for whatever reason. This would leave Endoleon without the necessary power to conjure weapons for a while, however.
Reason for traveling: Endoleon does not have his own motives, and simply follows Vo’hedoq-gluth on his path to redemption.
Other: Endoleon lacks certain needs such as food, and drink.
Nazar had created the first member of the Covenant, a race which pursued order. However, he was not finished in his work. He reached inside of himself once more, and pulled out another small piece of his own essence. Rather than mold it, he crushed it as he did to the grey dirt which covered the seven islands. Rather than becoming stone like, the essence became a silver coloured gemstone. He drifted over to the floating isle in the center, and placed the gem in the middle of it. Burying it in the dirt. Through force of will and magic, the gemstone grew out of the ground as a crystalline silver pillar. He dubbed it the first of many Pillars of Stasis. Nazar repeated this process multiple times until he had reached a point where every island in the realm had at least three Stasis Pillars, excluding the isle in the center; it only had one.
The first member of the covenant had been next to the first Pillar of Stasis since it's creation. And was awaiting Nazar's next act of power.
Using the power in the Stasis Pillars, Nazar replicated and created more members of the Covenant - and created groups. There were mage-like members, with grey masks which covered their faces and black robes who could conjure basic spells which lacked the colours of their true counterparts. And now rouge-like members who wielded daggers unlike the other members of the covenant. Nazar now needed to organize these lost individuals to ensure they follow his rule.
The first member of the covenant had been next to the first Pillar of Stasis since it's creation. And was awaiting Nazar's next act of power.
Using the power in the Stasis Pillars, Nazar replicated and created more members of the Covenant - and created groups. There were mage-like members, with grey masks which covered their faces and black robes who could conjure basic spells which lacked the colours of their true counterparts. And now rouge-like members who wielded daggers unlike the other members of the covenant. Nazar now needed to organize these lost individuals to ensure they follow his rule.
Nazar was content with his single, bland suspended isle. But wanted to spread his influence across his realm further. It was to become his own realm, where individuality did not exist, after all. He conjured more of these suspended islands, using strands of his hair. Like the first, they were all colourless and orderly, perfect. Nazar now needed to link these islands to grant free travel between all of them. He drifted to one of the islands, and took some of the grey sand which had formed on one of the islands. He crushed it in his hands, and it hardened to that of rock. He stretched it between one island until it reached the second island. Nazar made repeated this process, making identical copies of the stone-like bridges until they connected all of the suspended islands in the realm. It formed a perfect hexagon; a large island in the middle, with six surrounding islands - all connected.
Nazar wished to move onto creating subjects. Creatures which pursued complete order, and saw the idea of individuality as an illusion. Reaching inside of himself, Nazar obtained an extremely small piece of his own essence. He combined this with the dirt which covered the islands to create the first member of the realm of order.
The first member of the Covenant.
Nazar wished to move onto creating subjects. Creatures which pursued complete order, and saw the idea of individuality as an illusion. Reaching inside of himself, Nazar obtained an extremely small piece of his own essence. He combined this with the dirt which covered the islands to create the first member of the realm of order.
The first member of the Covenant.
I'm kinda waiting for the trip to Hargeon to begin before I post.
Nazar watched the various gods use their powers to shape the universe to their liking, but he himself wanted no part in it. Rather, he wanted a realm of perfect order for his own use before he brought order to this universe. Nazar drifted farther away from the other gods, considering his work to have little to do with them, and not wanting visitors to the realm he was about to create. He seemingly placed his hand into the space in front of him, and made a downward motion, cutting through a small part of space like scissors. He smiled. What was originally a minor part of the universe had now become an entrance to another entirely new realm, which would serve as a starting point to Nazar's work.
This realm was purely grey, with the atmosphere shifting from a silver colour to white every so often. Nazar wanted to begin shaping the grounds. He made more motions with his hands, and created a single island, due to his lack of experience and sphere of influence, Nazar could not replicate what Ravien had crafted. The ground in his realm was suspended in the air as a floating isle, the ground's colour being simply a mixture of grey and white, much like the realm's atmosphere itself. This did not bother Nazar, as for him, many colours were too individual and disorderly to be included in his work.
This realm was purely grey, with the atmosphere shifting from a silver colour to white every so often. Nazar wanted to begin shaping the grounds. He made more motions with his hands, and created a single island, due to his lack of experience and sphere of influence, Nazar could not replicate what Ravien had crafted. The ground in his realm was suspended in the air as a floating isle, the ground's colour being simply a mixture of grey and white, much like the realm's atmosphere itself. This did not bother Nazar, as for him, many colours were too individual and disorderly to be included in his work.
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