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Knights of The Dawn Covenant: The Longest Winter

Imma have Kaathe wait ahead for you guys, because I have no idea where he is, just that he's a fair distance from you all

Knights of The Dawn Covenant: The Longest Winter

@Mega BirbOh, I am going to have a talk with that dude...oh wait, I'm not in the story...Kaathe is going to say something about Crossbows in my stead!...of the subject ever comes up.

Ragen Vs Girania

Spring. What a beautiful time of the year. A time, where life flourishes, and nature's wild and calmed beauty is shown clearly and fully once more, after three seasons of lively heat, peaceful passings, and mysterious cold. In Spring, beauty and life can be found everywhere. One of the more notable places being the Mountain Monastery. On it, life flourishes, and the monks live their peaceful lives, thinking that no true danger would come to their home.

...Of course, we can't have them living a lie. True danger can appear anywhere at anytime. It's just a matter of importance, circumstance, and maybe even a bit of boredom. For Girania, it was all three. She wanted to try out a new little technique she created and experiment with it a bit, but she needed some volunteers to assist her. One of her former assistants had been sharing a rumor about monks being strong, powerful individuals with calmed minds and unmatched skill in the martial arts, so she decided to see if they were good enough to help her.

They weren't.

When Girania had initially arrived, she descended down to their monastery grounds. They had simply surrounded the winged woman. She had attempted to use words to get them to assist her, but they had declined. Disappointed, she needed something lift her spirits. So, she decided to help them. She used her Pyromancy to cremate the body of one monk who had died that day. Out of respect for their bond to the man, she she'd a single tear as she spread his ashes across the wind.

Then the strangest thing happened! The monks, who she had helped not a moment ago, had attacked her! She tried to plead them to stop, but it was as if they had gone mad! She managed to evade their attacks, but she just couldn't understand why they attack her. And they kept it up, too. They kept circling and charging, and throwing kicks and punches and swipes and swings at her. Her confusion simply grew as they continued. Then, as if attempting to overtake what was happening, another strange thing happened. They all fell to the ground. Silent.

...

Let's face it. In reality, Girania didn't need volunteers, but subjects that she could experiment on. It is true that she cremated a monk that had died that day, but he was very much alive before she sent a small pebble-sized fireball right through his body, burning through the poor man'a heart. It is also true that she had cried when she spread his ashes, although it was not a single tear that fell from her face, but several that flowed from her eyes. Girania couldn't help it. She found it funny how quickly she turned the corpse to ash. She hadn't done something like that in so long, she had forgotten how simple it was!

The best part was when the monks attempted to attack her. It was adorable. Their faces didn't show anger, but faces can rarely be trusted. However, what they failed to show in their faces, their eyes showed instead. They would allow her to get away with anything Girania had done. She tried to tell them not to attack, as she had planned to bring back a few of them for her experiment, but they didn't listen, and ended up as piles of bloody meat and bone, scattered across the grounds.

It was a shame that she couldn't take back one, but there was some good that came from all this. Their deathly silence made this monastery seem just as one would expect a monk monastery. Quiet, tranquil, and peaceful. Girania stuck around to just let it sight and sound sink in.

Ragen Vs Girania

I'm kinda new to the whole arena thing, so do you mind putting up a link to them, please?

EDIT: How's that? Is that good?

Ragen Vs Girania

Name: Girania Agidyne

Race: Vaenshu

Faction: Felmare

age: 70 (though she looks about half her age)

sex: Female

class: Pyromancer

bio: Girania started off as a nightmare. A horrifying dream that a little Vaenshu girl had after hearing some story about a demon. A dream that was filled with things no child should be allowed to witness. Burning corpses, melting flesh, charred skeletons, and all sorts of agonizing, fearful screams all made their homes within the mind of this little girl. At the very center of this nightmare, a monster that terrified the girl through its eyes alone.
The nightmare continued to haunt her. Once a month, at first, then once a week, once every three days, every other night, until finally, she was forced to see that nightmare every single night. She had experienced it so many times, that her mind and soul had begun to weaken. The nightmare sensed this weakness, and proceeded to take over.
What is left of the girl was hidden away somewhere in her own mind. The Nightmare took over and adopted the name that girl had given it: Girania. Just to torture the girl even further, Girania had took her surname, so that anything she did that caused pain, suffering, and whatnot to others, would be as if the girl, herself had done it.
For the rest of her life, up to the Present, Girania devoted herself to the suffering of others, and the advancement of her fire magic.

skills: The Sigil that can be seen from behind her acts as a symbol of her mastery of fire magic, while also acting as a gate for her more powerful spells. With it she can alter the intensity of her fire, raise a great pillar of flames, and even summon a four-armed construct of flames to assist her.
On her own, Girania is still plenty powerful, being able to conjure and manipulate fire. From basic fireballs, to enchanting weapons and objects, to making an arena of flames, and much more. All at a cost, of course. Growing up as a prodigy of magic, gave her the ability to levitate her chakram, so she can fight without them necessarily being in her hands.
The downside to all of her spellcasting, is that it takes a large amount of energy to use. Likewise, the spells used with her Sigil take even more energy, continue to take from her as she prolongs their use.

Weapon of Choice (WoC): Sun-inspired Chakram

Armour type: Medium

Appearance

appearance of summoned construct

Knights of The Dawn Covenant: The Longest Winter

Maybe after that, I'll make another post that throws Kaathe in a bit deeper to help the others.

Frokane vs....

@Dynamo Frokane
Yeah, I put him in to see if you wanted yours and mine to spar each other or something :)

Anyway, both fights (Irontail vs Daxius/Xing. Yi, and Girania vs Ragen) sound cool! urgh....Hmm...Gah...! Fine! I'll go with Girania vs Ragen for now!

You can choose the arena.

The Odyssey Expedition (Sci-fi/Futuristic RP)

@FlynnMaybe something came up. It happens sometimes, you know.

Frokane vs....

Kenzo

Name- Kenzo "Iron Tail" Cley
Age- 26
Gender- Male
Race- Rakin (Anthropomorphic Life forms that lived in the underground. They are the result of evolution across the centuries. They are a calm race, only fighting out of defence, and hiding whenever possible. Their warriors are agile, but they are also fragile.)
Personality- Although serious most of the time, he tends to rely on his speed, evasiveness, and quick thinking to save himself.
Appearance-

Strengths- Quick, agile, has strong legs, decent strength.
Weaknesses- lack of good physical and magical defense, weapons are almost entirely ineffective against heavily armored enemies.

Powers- Warmth's Aid (applies extremely basic healing magic to disinfect and heal wounds. The larger the wound, the less helpful the magic will be.)
Equipment-
-ARMOR: (A light armor that allows one to easily hide within shadows. The mask is the strongest piece, but can only block dull weapons. Even then, the force of the blow would still be felt by the wearer.)
-WEAPONS: Two (Sharp gauntlets that can pierce stone to a certain degree. They protect a Rakin's real claws) and three (Blades given to Rakin Warriors. They are durable enough to be used as meelee weapons, and light enough to be used as throwing knives. Though they are not the most durable weapon, they are useful in exploiting an enemy's exposed flesh)
History- Kenzo was a child who took his life seriously. Although he, as well as other Rakin Children, was adventurous, he knew danger well and avoided it. When he became an adult, he trained to become a warrior and succeeded. He was given armor and weapons, and was to guard against any who trespassed into his village in the caves. Some would say, his life was normal and even mundane, and they are correct. It was mundane. Until a certain event happened.

A human kingdom, with a corrupted king and queen, sought to clear the caves nearby of any creature they considered "filth." They sent their army to Kenzo's village, and laid siege upon its inhabitants. The Rakin were quick, and used stealth wisely, but when faced against a multitude of enemies, then someone is bound to be found. Many were slaughtered, others fled deeper into the caves, where larger cities would protect them. The warriors stayed behind to keep the human army occupied.

Hours passed, and the battle was close to an end. The Rakin warriors were too few in number, and steadily decreasing. They had to make the decision to seal off the cave entrances near the human kingdom that attacked. They caused an internal rockslide with bombs placed with key parts of the entrances. The force of one explosion rendered Kenzo unconscious.

When Kenzo awoke, he found himself alone. His allies were dead, and the enemy had left. He was alone, and forced to traverse the outside world. Some would fear his Armor's appearance, some would even attack, but he would always run from those he found too mundane. He shouldered no hatred to the humans, but he maintained his distance, for fear that they would trap him like some sort of beast.

Eventually, he would find himself within a strange situation. Trapped within a cell he did not remember being in. Placed in a place that he could not recognize.

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Kaathe Oolacile

Kaathe Oolacile

Appearance:

Armor

Age: 34

Gender: Male

Race: Dark Elf

Rank: Knight Templar

Personality: In a word: Pessimistic. Due to a traumatizing experience earlier in his life, he had forced almost all sense of caring out of his mind. Though he thinks logically, and would still attempt to help someone when needed, he has resigned himself to allowing fate to go whichever direction it wishes. The deaths of others-and even the thought of his own demise-slightly amuses him, as it only proves to him that he may have been right to discard that caring.

Bio: Born in one of the cities of the larger islands of Nalrokar, Kaathe was expected to grow to become one of the strongest in their city. Unfortunately, that was not what he was. Physically, he was weaker than most, and as such, he was constantly berated and beaten. More than once, he found himself in a dispute that left him limping and bleeding after it's resolve.

When he was younger, he tried to get stronger. Learning all that he could in order to prove that he was strong. Of course, his losing streak would not be deterred by this determination. Still, he continued to move forward. Going on with his futile goal.

Eventually, he had gotten into such trouble that he was dying on the ground, a failure. It was at this moment, where he took a look at his life. What had he done? What was the point? Why was he so afraid to lose? Was it death? Was it because he would find himself in a situation just like this one if he hadn't gotten stronger? Well, there he was, and he didn't care.

It was all idiotic anyway. Why try to do something when fate clearly meant for you to do something else? It was a waste of time. His life had been a waste of time.

He survived that little experience, but now he had lost all manner of caring. He would do whatever would normally do, only this time just on a whim. He accepted anything that happened, and simply moved on. It was in the Past anyway. It wasn't his problem anymore. The next time he found himself in a fight, he won. Apparently his new outlook on life had granted him a calmer mind, and a clearer sight. He easily overpowered his opponent with what he learned. Funny how fate works. When he wanted to win, he lost. Now that he could care less, he tastes victory...and it tasted like the air he had been breathing from the moment he was born.

As all others from his near-death experience onward, he joined the covenant on a whim. It was because of this, he had never gone up in rank. Not that he would care, anyway.

Weapons:
PRIMARY:

Spear

Decorated Crossbow

TERTIARY:

Dagger of the Crestfallen

Magic: Illusion

Other:

Opinions on Others

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Here's your example

The squires, the pages, the initiates...they walked onward in the light of day, going about their training and duties. As one would expect, a majority of these youths were excitable, and fantasized about slaying beasts and monsters becoming heroes and legends. How innocent of them. Even when enduring their training and lessons, they dream of how they would earn such titles.

One of these youths was simply making her way, when she had noticed a Dark Elven knight, sitting alone. Curious, she approached him. Her curiosity only grew when she noticed that the knight had a conflicting look on his face. His eyes were half-closed, with a look of melancholy shadowing over them. However, his mouth was slightly curved into a small grin. The girl was confused, as the two expressive looks seemed too incompatible to simultaneously exist on the same face.

Intending to satisfy her curiosity, she looked at him and asked,

"Excuse me, milord. But may I ask you something?"

"What is it?" replied the knight.

"It's just that, you seem to be hiding your sorrow. Why is that? What happened?"

The knight looked at the girl for a moment, and then chuckled quietly.

"You think yourself a good judge of character, child? You seem to have missed your mark this time."

The girl was even more confused.

"It's just these new knights I had passed earlier. They were talking to each other about how they were looking forward to combating strong monsters...How inexperienced. They'll likely meet their deaths once they find how powerful beasts can be. It's a shame really. They might have been dreaming about a chance like this all their lives. Oh well. Whatever happens to them happens, and they will return different than when they leave."

"Sir, why would you say such things?" said the girl, astonished.

"Because it is the truth. There is no guarantee of safe return, and dreams of glory will only hinder them in their little battle. Dreams have no place where they will go. Still, the inexperienced and the foolish will go. Some will die, and others will be broken, but they will move ever onward, I suppose."

The girl looked down. She was regretting ever coming into contact with this knight. The dark elf saw this, and spoke again.

"If you wish to be a knight that survives battles, you must accept the fact that you may die. You must take on the gravity of every battle you have fought, are fighting, and will fight. You will be hurt, placed in bleak situations, and even face your death, but this is a given. Accept them, and you may live through your battles. Cast a blind eye, and you will certainly meet some sort of end. Whatever the case, it matters not to me. Do what you will. Whatever happens will happen. It's no concern of mine."

The girl, now with something to think on, thanked the knight for his time. As she began to leave, she had found that she had not asked his name. So she returned to him and did just that.

"Does it really matter? I'm one of the less memorable knights...fine. My name is Kaathe."

The girl tilted her head at the strangeness of his name.

"Now go. I've a headache from this one-sided conversation."

The girl nodded, and walked off, back to her duties. Kaathe simply continued to look down, and think to himself once more.

Theme Song:

Majula

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Girania Agidyne

Name: Girania Agidyne

Race: Vaenshu

Faction: Felmare

age: 70 (though she looks about half her age)

sex: Female

class: Pyromancer

bio: Girania started off as a nightmare. A horrifying dream that a little Vaenshu girl had after hearing some story about a demon. A dream that was filled with things no child should be allowed to witness. Burning corpses, melting flesh, charred skeletons, and all sorts of agonizing, fearful screams all made their homes within the mind of this little girl. At the very center of this nightmare, a monster that terrified the girl through its eyes alone.
The nightmare continued to haunt her. Once a month, at first, then once a week, once every three days, every other night, until finally, she was forced to see that nightmare every single night. She had experienced it so many times, that her mind and soul had begun to weaken. The nightmare sensed this weakness, and proceeded to take over.
What is left of the girl was hidden away somewhere in her own mind. The Nightmare took over and adopted the name that girl had given it: Girania. Just to torture the girl even further, Girania had took her surname, so that anything she did that caused pain, suffering, and whatnot to others, would be as if the girl, herself had done it.
For the rest of her life, up to the Present, Girania devoted herself to the suffering of others, and the advancement of her fire magic.

skills: The Sigil that can be seen from behind her acts as a symbol of her mastery of fire magic, while also acting as a gate for her more powerful spells. With it she can alter the intensity of her fire, raise a great pillar of flames, and even summon a four-armed construct of flames to assist her.
On her own, Girania is still plenty powerful, being able to conjure and manipulate fire. From basic fireballs, to enchanting weapons and objects, to making an arena of flames, and much more. All at a cost, of course. Growing up as a prodigy of magic, gave her the ability to levitate her chakram, so she can fight without them necessarily being in her hands.
The downside to all of her spellcasting, is that it takes a large amount of energy to use. Likewise, the spells used with her Sigil take even more energy, continue to take from her as she prolongs their use.

Weapon of Choice (WoC): Sun-inspired Chakram

Armour type: Medium

Appearance

appearance of summoned construct

Frokane vs....

I don't have a character thread, so I'll post the here