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Syeena Cy'lain

Syeena Cy’lain

Godreacher
Prophet of Fla’vao

History

Syeena was born of the plane of Alara long after the Conjunction of the Shards. She was one of the many female elves to be trained to become the Anima of Naya. With the shards identities fading away, the Elves remained eager to hold onto their identity and at least keep their home lands free of black and blue mana.

Her training consisted of deep meditation, and not much else. Until she was past forty years of life could she begin her training in calling upon the energies of the land, itself, for self-defense. Then, she would stretch her sphere of awareness further outward until it met the boundaries of their lands. Then she could begin to animate nature. When her awareness reached the boarders of the other shards, she began her training in the neutralization of blue and black mana.

Another 40 years she spend learning to defend against intrusions of the mind and the decay of unnatural death. When she could successfully attain these defenses would she go through the ceremonies to become the new Anima. However, a massive attack was focused upon the lands of Naya from that of the remaining Esper. Their unnatural artifice poisoned the minds of her once-friends as well as the beast so reverently held. She needed to protect her land as the Anima of old would have. She called upon all the mana she could, turning the world around her against her enemies.

Then the remnants of Grixis attacked.

She was in such a state of meditation that her mind fell into a cold white until she could feel nothing. She was told that the transformation into the Anima would something like this, but she had no idea the level of exhilaration and fear she would feel. The cold burnt her skin and covered her eyes with soft furs.

However, she was not told that she would return to a physically conscious form.

She opened her eyes and looked at the world around her. It was no longer Naya. The meditation required to become the Anima, instead, sparked her Planeswalker abilities. She’d heard of the ancient Planeswalker Ajani and knew of their existence. Never could she dream of being one herself.

Now a youthful 92, she believes this land, what they call Viragraf, could help her on her home Plane. It could help her free Naya from the purges of blue and of black.

Mana

Being an Elf, her natural affinity leans toward Green. However, her time on Alara and the attempts to conserve Naya, she developed a talent for accessing Red and White mana, as well.

Green

Her strengths lie in the harvesting of large amounts of mana across a large area without need to physically travel it. This mana, when Green, she transforms into defensive forms, usually. She rarely falls into combat, herself. She uses the nature around her to protect herself and those she feels she needs to protect.

She can ground mental intrusions and suppressions (blue) as well as absorption of power and reincarnation (black). However, she can also destroy things, outright, by returning them to their natural form. She can resist Countering effects (can’t be countered, hexproof) and Destroy/Sacrifice effects (indestructible/can’t be sacrificed). This requires much focus, however. If she tries to direct this protection onto others, it’s important that her concentration not break or the effects will fail.

Animating the earth around her is her honed skill, however. She can transform lands into powerful Elemental creatures. But this requires she remain in a meditative state.

Red

A secondary mana to Syeena, Red is utilized for its direct damage (deal X damage to target creature/player) but also to impassion others toward her cause or to simply increase their power (+X/+0, gains trample, gains haste).

White

A secondary mana to Syeena, White is utilized for its granting of vitality (life gain, lifelink) and focusing of martial talents in others (put tokens on battlefield, gains vigilance, gains first strike).

Naya

What Syeena deems as “Naya” mana, it is simply the combination of Green, Red, and White mana. She can unite individuals with nature, itself, to defend against a common enemy. She has honed this since on Omara and has been able to use raw mana from the Plane directly in order to perform spells with a small variety of effects. Regardless, this can turn the tide of a losing battle. She has not been able to perform this without Planeswalking, however. The first time attempting this in her Anima state forced her onto Omara in the first place. She has only studied the mana of Omara and has applied similar effects with it.

Brief personality

She usually holds herself in a regal manner. There is certainly an air of pomposity about her. However, it is understandable. Her upbringing to be the next Anima bred her to hold herself highly. Along with this heightened sense of self-importance comes a heightened sense of responsibility to care for “her” people. She can be quick to anger and just as quick to exact justice (or revenge, however you want to view it).

Syeena goes out of her way to present herself in the most flattering way possible. To be a Godreacher means to present yourself as if you are a god yourself. And she views herself as a kind of ambassador between those bound to a Plane and the Blind Eternities, themselves. Since she does not participate in hand-to-hand combat if she can help it, Syeena doesn’t often wear the most practical clothing during a battle.

Magic: The Custom Set-ening (Recruiting new members)

I'll get my CS in the tab when I get home.

So, just to be up to date, are we currently waiting on more RPers as well as the development of Bellenar? I wouldn't mind if we went to the pad to just throw something together for it. I know you, Vari, had in mind a hippy-esque society. (I'm a creeper)

When there is understanding, there is prosperity.
When there is prosperity, there is community.
When there is community, there is understanding.

Magic: The Custom Set-ening (Recruiting new members)

I edited my CS into my first post (the third post in this thread). Just cause I didn't do anything of interest/importance in that post...so now it has purpose...'cause, you know, that's important...

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Yay! Haha ;)

I'll start working in this when I get home. ^^
Question: will we be able to NPC notable characters from the factions we created? If so, would you like us to fill out a CS for them?

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@Wuldraider I don't mean to sound too harsh, but all of those need a lot of re-wording and re-working. But we'll probably go over that later or through PM.

We've been going over others' in the Pad, though. You should probably check up on it 'cause we've created quite a bit so far.

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Syeena Cy'lain

Syeena Cy’lain

Godreacher
Prophet of Fla’vao

History

Syeena was born of the plane of Alara long after the Conjunction of the Shards. She was one of the many female elves to be trained to become the Anima of Naya. With the shards identities fading away, the Elves remained eager to hold onto their identity and at least keep their home lands free of black and blue mana.

Her training consisted of deep meditation, and not much else. Until she was past forty years of life could she begin her training in calling upon the energies of the land, itself, for self-defense. Then, she would stretch her sphere of awareness further outward until it met the boundaries of their lands. Then she could begin to animate nature. When her awareness reached the boarders of the other shards, she began her training in the neutralization of blue and black mana.

Another 40 years she spend learning to defend against intrusions of the mind and the decay of unnatural death. When she could successfully attain these defenses would she go through the ceremonies to become the new Anima. However, a massive attack was focused upon the lands of Naya from that of the remaining Esper. Their unnatural artifice poisoned the minds of her once-friends as well as the beast so reverently held. She needed to protect her land as the Anima of old would have. She called upon all the mana she could, turning the world around her against her enemies.

Then the remnants of Grixis attacked.

She was in such a state of meditation that her mind fell into a cold white until she could feel nothing. She was told that the transformation into the Anima would something like this, but she had no idea the level of exhilaration and fear she would feel. The cold burnt her skin and covered her eyes with soft furs.

However, she was not told that she would return to a physically conscious form.

She opened her eyes and looked at the world around her. It was no longer Naya. The meditation required to become the Anima, instead, sparked her Planeswalker abilities. She’d heard of the ancient Planeswalker Ajani and knew of their existence. Never could she dream of being one herself.

Now a youthful 92, she believes this land, what they call Viragraf, could help her on her home Plane. It could help her free Naya from the purges of blue and of black.

Mana

Being an Elf, her natural affinity leans toward Green. However, her time on Alara and the attempts to conserve Naya, she developed a talent for accessing Red and White mana, as well.

Green

Her strengths lie in the harvesting of large amounts of mana across a large area without need to physically travel it. This mana, when Green, she transforms into defensive forms, usually. She rarely falls into combat, herself. She uses the nature around her to protect herself and those she feels she needs to protect.

She can ground mental intrusions and suppressions (blue) as well as absorption of power and reincarnation (black). However, she can also destroy things, outright, by returning them to their natural form. She can resist Countering effects (can’t be countered, hexproof) and Destroy/Sacrifice effects (indestructible/can’t be sacrificed). This requires much focus, however. If she tries to direct this protection onto others, it’s important that her concentration not break or the effects will fail.

Animating the earth around her is her honed skill, however. She can transform lands into powerful Elemental creatures. But this requires she remain in a meditative state.

Red

A secondary mana to Syeena, Red is utilized for its direct damage (deal X damage to target creature/player) but also to impassion others toward her cause or to simply increase their power (+X/+0, gains trample, gains haste).

White

A secondary mana to Syeena, White is utilized for its granting of vitality (life gain, lifelink) and focusing of martial talents in others (put tokens on battlefield, gains vigilance, gains first strike).

Naya

What Syeena deems as “Naya” mana, it is simply the combination of Green, Red, and White mana. She can unite individuals with nature, itself, to defend against a common enemy. She has honed this since on Omara and has been able to use raw mana from the Plane directly in order to perform spells with a small variety of effects. Regardless, this can turn the tide of a losing battle. She has not been able to perform this without Planeswalking, however. The first time attempting this in her Anima state forced her onto Omara in the first place. She has only studied the mana of Omara and has applied similar effects with it.

Brief personality

She usually holds herself in a regal manner. There is certainly an air of pomposity about her. However, it is understandable. Her upbringing to be the next Anima bred her to hold herself highly. Along with this heightened sense of self-importance comes a heightened sense of responsibility to care for “her” people. She can be quick to anger and just as quick to exact justice (or revenge, however you want to view it).

Syeena goes out of her way to present herself in the most flattering way possible. To be a Godreacher means to present yourself as if you are a god yourself. And she views herself as a kind of ambassador between those bound to a Plane and the Blind Eternities, themselves. Since she does not participate in hand-to-hand combat if she can help it, Syeena doesn’t often wear the most practical clothing during a battle.

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Hello!
I understand that I might not have the most extensive knowledge, but I've been wanting to do an M:tG RP for a long time. I think I can really get behind this premise.

Hider

How long have you been playing Magic?
I was first introduced by the time Innistrad came out. So 2011.
However, "playing" is of the most loose definition in this sense. I played casually for a little while. I played in a draft with friends once. I participated in a pre-release once. I haven't actually played since the end of Return to Ravnica. I didn't care for the player environment.

But I follow it still. I read articles and follow all the new releases. I even buy decks I build myself. They are not competitive because that's not where my interest lies. I build decks that are thematic to the story I want to tell in the plane they are creating. I also always make Naya/Theme decks from the set.

Favorite mono-color
White
I love the simplicity of White. I just enjoy the way it plays. I like the creatures in white (both aesthetically and mechanically). It's just...nice. ^^

Favorite dual-color
Boros (Red/White)
As much as I like the simplicity of White, I also enjoy the intensity of Red. I appreciate how different they are and enjoy the way in which they interact. I'm not afraid of zealotry when it's for a good cause. xP

Favorite tri-color
Naya (Green/Red/White)
Green just adds more things of what I like to White and to Red. I enjoy natural aestheticism. Natural growth and strength. It's big and powerful, but doesn't exert it unless necessary. It's graceful and serene, but deadly all the same. (I like my extremes ^^)

Favorite plane
I can't say I really have a favorite plane. I liked Innistrad and Theros, though.
I enjoyed the lore and depth that went with Innistrad. I liked how the creatures worked, what they were, and what they did.
I liked the idea of Theros, which played with mythology/religion. That realm of psychology is interesting to me. (My girlfriend is a heathen)

Favorite set
Again, a tie between Innistrad and Theros.
I liked the creatures and mechanics of Theros whereas I more enjoyed the story and aestheticism of Innistrad.

Favorite mechanic
Populate. Bestow/Constellation
I thought Populate was a cool mechanic. It's not too reliable and you have to really try to get what you want.
Bestow forced an interesting choice upon the player, which I appreciated.
I just liked the feel of Constellation (and I've been studying Astrology for years, so I appreciate the name of it, too ^^)

Favorite card
Sigarda, Host of Herons.
Can't touch this...
But no, for real, I just like how she's a strong creature that's hard to deal with. I like the flavor of Heron's Grace, too.

Favorite archetype/deck
Um...I guess anything I can make with Naya colors from a specific set. I don't play conventionally, so this is a difficult question to answer.

What formats do you play?
Same as above.

Favorite format
Same as above.

What is your least favorite thing about Magic?
I guess the players. I mean, it's not that I hate them or hate the way they play. I've watched my fair share of tournaments and such. I just don't have that kind of interest in the game. And with how diverse and in-depth Magic is, I can play it however I like (not that anyone plays like that with me :()

How much experience do you have with creating custom cards?
Over the past few years I've been trying to develop a New Alara set. I love Naya so much, I've created lore that extends from how Alara Reborn ended. I've had discussions with others on the Magic Set Editor forums and did a lot of research on how sets should be built (% of commons/colors, commons explore the world, mythics tell the story, power-levels for casting costs, etc.)
I enjoy the idea of creating my own set, but it's so intensive that I can't seem to keep the dedication to doing it. I would love to have someone collaborate with me (someone who has a much greater knowledge than myself). But, alas, not everyone has the same interests I do...

Design a custom mechanic
Sowing - When this card enters the graveyard from anywhere, you may search your library for a (Basic?) Land and put it onto the battlefield tapped. If you do, shuffle your library.

Sodding X - Whenever a land enters the battlefield under your control, this creature gets +X/+X until end of turn.

Sodding X - Whenever a land enters the battlefield under your control, if this creature has no +1/+1 counters, put X +1/+1 counters on it.

Design a creature
[Hyavali, Nacatl Priestess] 3WW
Legendary Creature - Cat Warrior Monk - R
Lifelink
Cat Creatures you control have first strike and vigilance.
[4/4]

I'm not too sure about the power levels of these cards regardless of my research. It's still hard trying to implement something I've not seen before from examples of existing cards. :/

Design an instant, sorcery, artifact, or enchantment
[Life from Ashes] 2RR
Sorcery - R
As an additional cost to cast Life from Ashes, sacrifice a land and sacrifice a creature.
Exile the top four cards of your library. You may cast any number of creatures and/or lands put in exile this way without paying their mana cost.

Design a non-basic land
[The Lone Oak]
Legendary Land - Mountain Forest Plains Avatar - M
(The Lone Oak isn't a spell, is affected by summoning sickness, and has "T: Add R, G, or W to your mana pool")
The Lone Oak is red, green, and white.
The Lone Oak enters the battlefield tapped. It does not untap unless you control a basic Forest, Mountain, and Plains and does not untap if you control an Island or a Swamp.
4/4

Design a planeswalker
[Syeena Godreacher] R/W R/W G
Planeswalker - Syeena - M
[Whenever a basic Forest, Mountain, or Plains enters the battlefield under your control, put two loyalty counters on Syeena Godreacher.]
-2 Put two 1/1 green and white elf creature tokens onto the battlefield.
-8 You get an emblem with "Lands you control are 6/6 elemental creatures with trample. They are still lands."
[3]
- or -

Hider

The top three were made in quick inspiration from @Wuldraider and @Ryuzaki...
The bottom has gone through many revisions.
Do you have any ideas for a plot/setting?
I'd be more than willing to adapt this planeswalker into any setting, really. 'twould be quite interesting. ^^

Hider

What is the terrain make-up of this world?
I also like the idea of islands. But I would also enjoy varied islands to go along with what @MarsAdept suggested with the Race+Class system. I think it could be a good idea to have each RPer be able to develop their own island/region if they want to (however vaguely...). Of course, it wouldn't go through without your permission. But if we all are interested in different aspects of the world, assign people their strengths, perhaps. But I'm not beyond collaborating the whole for the sake of inclusivity and the prevent anyone from claiming GM authority over IC occurances...I'm blabbering...
What is the level of technology on this world?
I prefer low...but I'm flexible.

What creatures inhabit this world?
I like what @MarsAdept has. Though I think it'd be a good idea to add a race for each single color, even.
Example:
White: Leonin/Elephant
Blue: Aven/Wall
Black: Zombie/Horror
Red: Goblin/Beast
Green: Centaur/Behemoth

And then we should probably think about each color's (or shard's) "big baddie."
White: Angel
Blue: Kraken/Sphinx
Black: Demon/Horror
Red: Dragon
Green: Elemental/Hydra
Does this world rely more heavily on certain colors of mana (such as innistrad being inherently more black)?
If we go with the idea of Islands, probably blue (I know, cliche...but still, it can be done flavorfully).

Are we taking inspiration from any real-world sources?
I'm not >.>

Ally or enemy colors?
I prefer Ally

Who's at war, and for what reason?
Dunno...flexible (and possibly might go against it if I think it could create an interesting story)

And most importantly, what is this plane's name?
Hindserjek
Gloris
Nyalvia
Iskla'poh
Ash'i'lann

Heh...I'm just playing around...
Hopefully to spark some imagination, I guess.

Pokemon - Hoenn: Make a Wish

Sergeant Broadson – Petalburg Woods

A clumsy and stumbling rustle could be heard soon after, and hands clutched a bushes and trees as she tried to make her way through the overgrown Woods. Her hair was a strange purple color, but the roots were visible, making it clear that this was not her natural hair color.

She was mumbling obsenities as she looked around, ignoring the group of Rangers right in front of her. Lain heard her say "Beautifly" and immediately went on edge.

But then she knelt down to the icy mess that covered Dustox. "Fucking cunt," she said, shaking her head in disapproval for the state he got himself in.

"I'm really sorry," she finally said to them directly. "They were on patrol to keep away danger Pokemon and threatening trainers. They were probably just really bored and wanted to battle," she admitted.

Beautifly began to stir awake due to the care of Blissey. She chirped and hummed something that this woman interpreted quite clearly.

"Who in the fucking hell is dumping butts throughout my Woods?" she asked in the most unpleasant of manners.

Lain widened his eyes, surprised that she seemed to care so much, and that these whole Woods were somehow "hers." But he just took a step back and faced Hughes, who was the littering criminal among them. Hughes responded by putting on a dumb face to seem ignorant. But she would have none of that.

"I should get the rest of my fucking Pokemon to fucking kill you, bitch."

Her voice was low and threatening. She only stood to his collar bone and she hardly had anything on her bones, but her intensity took Hughes off guard. She walked right up to his chest and glared into his dumb face.

She stood there for a few moments, silently judging the man. "I, Violet Dandelion, the Gym Leader of Petalburg Woods, order you to pick up every butt you dropped from Rustboro to here. And, while you're at it, you might as well get a pack of non-filters, you fucking pussy," she demanded, adding in an insult which was meant to attack his masculinity.

Smoking in Hoenn wasn't unheard of, though not entirely common. However, their cigarettes and cigars were always organic, biodegradeable, and only purely tobacco with some natural flavors and zero additivies. They were much stronger than any other cigarettes from other Regions, which would even give Hughes a hard time regardless of his excessive smoking habits.

In his familiar fashion, Hughes stood up to the threat. His chest puffed in anger. and red blotches colored his cheekbones. Eloise knew that this wasn't going to be good. Just as Hughes balled his hands into fists, she put a hand on his arm to stop him.

Unintimidated, Violet took a step back to address the group. "Who's the leader, here?"

"That'd be me, Ms. Dandelion," a voice called out from a distance.

The man from the hologram was trudging through the woods. A large circle was upon his back and fin-like appendages wrapped around his body. Sweat covered his face, chest, and back which stained his A-shirt. His boots were slathered in mud. His knees, elbows, and hands were smeared with dirt. What was he doing that was so strenuous? Surprisingly, his voice didn't seem to show any exhaustion.

"Ah, a Ranger," she said, looking at Sergeant Broadson as he neared.

"These Rangers are from Kalos, miss," Broadson continued. "Please forgive their behavior."

His voice was youthful but deep and stern. His face looked aged but showed no deep wrinkles. It was clear he was dedicated to physical fitness that was a degree much higher than Hughes. It was clear he was intense, but of what and to whom was unknown.

"As soon as he picks up after himself," Violet spat out again at Hughes.

"You heard her, Ensign. Get to picking up those butts," he said, pointing to the ground where he could see one sticking up from upturned earth. "Keeper Moon," he said, looking at the correct individual, which surprised them all. "You'll be keeping an eye on him and bringing him back to my camp when he's done. But you're not to help," he ordered.

His voice remained calm and his face was largely unmoving. It was clear he respected the Gym Leader but also the environment.

Hughes wasn't in a position to disobey a surperior, especially in foreign region. Still, he huffed and cursed something under his breath. Virgil sighed and rolled his eyes to himself, unhappy with having to follow Hughes around while he picked up after himself.

"And get rid of those cigarettes," the Sergeant said and tossed Hughes another pack of cigarettes. They weren't labeled, but he opened them and they were clearly non-filters, something Violet had mentioned before he even got there.

A Masquerain and Leavanny appeared out of the Woods and tended to both Beautifly and Dustox. Violet seemed unconcerned about them, knowing they'd be taken care of. It seemed the situation was covered and they could continue without interruption. Hughes would just be behind on the briefing, which was another punishment for disrepespecting the environment of another region carried out by Broadson.

"The rest of you, we're moving out," the Sergeant called out with his immitation of a militaristic command. They jumped in their skin at its intensity but gathered their things and headed out with him. Eloise propped Holly up upon her shoulder until Metagross could carry her himself.

A head seeped out of the top of the mishapen disc around his back. It looked back at the rest of them with judgemental eyes. "Carracosta," he said, which was heard without response by Broadson.

The tortoise kept an eye on them for quite a while, making them all uneasy yet slightly amused. He retracted into his shell when they neared the camp. It was dark due to the canopy above, but a large tent with a fire pit had been made. The tent didn't look large enough for the six of them, however, but none were quite concerned with that. They wanted to rest after the commotion and the long walk they traveled over the past two days.

Carracosta retracted his arms as well when Broadson was close enough. He fell to the ground but immediately performed a skillful Rapid Spin to flip him onto his belly so he could move around without issue. Broadson slipped his shirt off and slung it over a rope that was tied from the tent to a tree nearby. He hung it over the firepit that he bent over to start with his piece of flint.

The scars across his body were more noticeable now. A large gash on his left shoulder was a dark red yet looked quite old. It was now a deformity of his form. Across his right arm were three long scratches which were a pale white against his skin. His back showed scratches and circles of what looked like puncture wounds. It was due to his training against actual Pokemon and their maneuvers. He knew quite a bit about Pokemon in general. Carracosta's shell was also decorated with equally impressive training scars. In the new light, Carracosta's right iris was a stark red in contrast to his left eye. A long scar was apparent across that right eye.

The fire started quickly and the logs around the pit became more visible. "I'm sure you're all tired," Broadson growled with a cigarette in his mouth. His torso didn't help pinpoint his age as it was covered in a mature fur that complimented his physique quite well. With only shorts that went to mid-thigh and 10-inch boots, he clearly wasn't trying to be modest.

"I'm going to the stream nearby. Anyone who wants to wash up, follow me. If you're hungry, there are berries in my pack."

"What about our mission?" Lain asked while shaking his head. He was clearly confused as to the hospitality the Sergeant showed in this time of emergency.

"You'll all be briefed, Captain Ickeringill. I want you all well and rested before we head out. We're spending the night here."

The sun was setting, though it was difficult to tell. Sergeant Broadson led Captain Ickeringill to the stream nearby in order to wash up. Eloise checked up on Holly to make sure she was alright. Metagross made sounds that told Eloise the girl would be fine. Still, Blissey was left outside of her Pokeball in the case Holly's health declined any further.

Broadson led Lain through the dense Woods. They weaved around trees and ferns. There were even some bushes of large, ripe berries that Broadson picked discretely for a small snack.

The stream was deep and clear. The waters were calm and simply drifted from the north to the south. It was a small divergence of a much larger river that started high from Meteor Falls. The waters were pure and clean. The lack of pollution allowed the natural collection of fresh water throughout Hoenn. In fact, that was one of their largest exports.

Broadson bent down to remove his shoes and socks. He then swiftly removed his shorts despite Lain right behind him. Broadson leaned over to cup a handful of water to funnel into his mouth. He then took another and let the cool water to clean the sweat off his face. He stood up and slowly entered the water.

It was soft against his legs and gently pulled at the hairs covering them. The water only made it past his knees, but he lowered himself to sit in the pillowy sediment. He leaned his back against a flat rock and allowed the chilled waters to reinvigorate his body.

Lain was unabashed in following Broadson's lead. He took his time to remove each article of clothing to then fold neatly and keep on a rock nearby. He sank into the chilly waters slowly in order to get accustomed. He took a sip of the water when he was submerged up to his chest. Looking over at the Sergeant, this was clearly to be a time of silence and relaxation.

??? - Verdanturf Town

Before the sun rose, screams sliced through the rested and refreshing air of Verdanturf. Upon discovery of the source, a woman was being chased down by a large man on a scooter. His grin was wicked and wild. The look on the woman’s face was true terror. The man had killed her Pokemon near Rusturf Tunnel. She was now helpless and alone, calling out to anyone for help though most would be asleep.

Forrest – Olburg Woods

The only sounds were that of the fire. The air was still around them and each of them remained silent. The logs in the fire popped, creating an uneven base for the melody of the fire searing. The kids must have heard their yelling at each other. Still, they all remained relaxed before the fire.

Forrest picked Shelynn up and laid her over his lap. Rowan’s head rested against Jeanne’s shins as he sat on the ground. She stroked his hair, lulling him into a restful state. Elizabeth kissed her daddy and mum and set herself to bed. Jerrek remained attentive to the fire, stoking it gently so everyone would be comfortable but so the fire could be put out without much effort.

“What were you fighting about?” Jerrek asked. He wanted to know despite the atmosphere telling everyone the subject was inappropriate.

“Jerrek,” Jeanne said in chastisement.

“No, it’s fine,” Forrest rumbled.

“We were just having an argument,” Valoria confessed.

“About?” Jerrek prodded.

“Team Zodiac,” Forrest answered.

Valoria shifted on the log where she sat. It was clearly uncomfortable for her about which to discuss. “They’ve sabotaged the Ener-Geo Corpoartion. The northern part of the mainland is now out of power, as well.”

“That’s awful,” Jeanne exhaled.

“They also tried to tell us that your Uncle’s murder wasn’t intentional or condoned in their organization,” Forrest added. A quick glare was thrown his way from Valoria. Jeanne looked at him with widened eyes of surprise.

“Was it?” Jerrek asked.

“Maybe,” Forrest responded with flippancy.

Jerrek didn’t push the conversation. He gathered all his tired mind cared.

An hour or so passed with Jerrek playing with the fire and the adults just looking on in concentration and comforting their children. “I think it’s time to go to bed,” Forrest said as he picked Shelynn to cradle her in his arms.

He shifted her so she sat in one of his arms and wrapped around his left shoulder. He then stepped gently toward Rowan. Forrest stirred the boy enough to gain a hold on the boy to position him similarly across his right shoulder. Jerrek lifted himself from the log and followed his father slowly.

The women remained still by the fire. Jeanne reached out for Jerrek’s hand. She pulled him in and forced her lips upon his cheek as a “farewell” and “good night.” The boy was so tired he hardly responded physically to the display of affection.

Forrest took his time to lay out each child and tuck them in to kiss them into slumber. First was Rowan upon the bed under the window in the boys’ room on the left side of the room. Forrest sat the boy upon the bed with a gentle lean. His large hand combed the boy’s hair and he guided his head to his pillow. Forrest helped undress him further so he’d be more comfortable and not have to wake himself later to do it himself. Forrest then pulled the sheet over his body and moved Rowan’s hair from his forehead to lay his lips upon the soft skin.

Jerrek undressed himself and slipped into his own bed against the other wall which was shared with the girls’ room. Forrest stepped quietly regardless of carrying Shelynn and being so heavy, himself. He laid his large hand upon Jerrek’s chest. The hand covered the whole area of his chest and Forrest could feel his heartbeat and the rise of his chest as he breathed shallow and tired breaths. He kissed the boy upon the forehead in the same fashion he had Rowan.

“Good night,” he whispered as he exited the room and closed the door quietly.

He laid Shelynn out as he had Rowan and kissed her as he did the boys. He then checked on Elizabeth who was sprawled out across her bed. He shifted her body to a more comfortable position and neatly laid the sheet across her body. She was clearly stirring from something unsettling. So he kissed her forehead twice and whispered “I love you.” She shifted her head in her sleep as a response. He hoped she’d calm and find rest this night.

He exited the girls’ room in the same fashion he had from the boys’. He then paced toward his own room in silence to remove his pants and change his underwear. He then grabbed a case of cigars and a lighter before returning to the fire where the ladies seemed to stay. On his way out, he grabbed a couple blankets in the case they would be cold.

Forrest walked around the fire and positioned a few more logs upon it. It quickly grew to emit more heat. The blankets were only welcomed by Jeanne who wrapped herself in the quilt. The other remained upon the log on which Valoria sat.

Forrest offered a cigar to Valoria. She accepted without a word and allowed Forrest to light it for her. Forret took and lit one for himself and sat on the log next to Jeanne. His production of body heat was clearly more efficient than Jeanne’s. She was smothering herself with a quilt in front of a fire while Forrest was comfortable only in boxer shorts and a cigar in his mouth. His legs were spread wide with his forearms against his knees.

“I’m sorry for getting so heated,” he apologized to Valoria.

“Your sense of valor is understandable,” she responded calmly without breaking her gaze from the fire. “I just can’t bear to lose any other loved ones.”

“I understand your concern,” Forrest admitted. “And you’re right. We’ve got to be smart about this.”

Feet through grass was heard at a distance behind them. Forrest swung his torso around. He was shocked Medicham hadn’t alerted him. But the silhouette then told him why. It was Janice and Mitchell. Mit was probably the only one who could convince Medicham to keep silent about his presence to Forrest. “Oh, hello!” Jeanne greeted as quietly as she could.

She rose while keeping the quilt around her body to greet them properly with a hug. Forrest followed his wife. He wrapped his long and wide arms around Jane, who was taller but slimmer than Jeanne. He then swung his arm hard and slammed his hand around Mit’s forearm, who did the same in return. They each pulled the other toward himself to embrace in a hug with their free arm.

Jane was already sitting next to Jeanne when Forrest and Mit were finished with their embrace. She wrapped herself in the other quilt available and the two began to fawn over their own and each other’s children. Forrest offered Mit a cigar and his lighter. They seemed to segregate themselves around the fire into quilts and cigars.

The adults then just chatted about life. Mit and Jane held the conversation. It seemed they knew the three needed a lighter topic to lighten their spirits. A couple hours passed before Jeanne and Jane retreated to the cabin for bed.

The two women worked at a the pull-out sofa for the couple to rest for the night. Jeanne then retreated to her own bedroom upstairs.

Mit and Forrest remained at the fire for a long while. They were silent, both thinking of ways in which to increase the efficiency and effectiveness of their training.

Team Zodiac – Mt. Chimney

The two of them had infiltrated the Ener-Geo Corporation easily enough despite the increased security measures. Leo was a fantastic actress and her seductive skills certainly helped with this. Virgo, however, was actually working as if employed there. He knew his geology and was hired to assist a team to collect soil from the mountain that was fertile to the standards of Mt. Chimney Ash Compost. This soil was exported all over the world and relied upon among the natives to enhance the vibrancy and hardiness of their gardens. The Oldale Gardens, kept up by a Mrs. Honnings, was the famous Hoennese landmark to prove the soil’s fertility.

Leo, who had changed the color of her hair and the clothes that she usually wore, made short work of the heat generators which powered the whole of the northern part of the mainland of Hoenn. It was much easier with the Entei she’d befriended along the Firey Path. But there was a Ditto there that tried to fool her and put up a more difficult fight than she thought appropriate.

Virgo just minded his own business, as he usually had. He liked to play in the dirt, and talking with other geologists was most invigorating. Most in the organization didn’t share his enthusiasm for dirt and rocks. Pisces would inquire for further knowledge of some things in which Virgo specialized, but it was few and far between.

The World of Panatha

So, I developed this a few years ago for a Star Wars RP. However, I feel I could make this into a Nation RP, of sorts. I'm not looking to keep this in the Star Wars universe. I'd like to explore the diversity of the planet/realm itself.

More information will be provided upon request, but I'll just put this here to see if any are interested in the overall idea.

I'd like to stress that nothing is set in stone. Most anything can be changed (I'd just like to reserve the Oew for myself xP).

Hider

The heavy and varied terrain of Panatha protects people from each other. Seclusion is easy to find on this planet. Generations passed and this seclusion became the norm. Centuries passed and invading this seclusion was offensive, a taboo. Tribes were small, but inbreeding was never a problem. Arranged weddings allowed for opposing tribes to come together and possibly settle their differences. This rarely occurred, however. A week of peace was welcome, regardless. It’s location in the Outer Rim meant it wasn’t much colonized, if only because of its limited resources.

It could be argued that their beliefs are land-ownership bound, but privacy and seclusion are held before what land they inhabit. Many tribes of the Epicanthix are relatively nomadic, though there are still who create more permanent structures into the ground and practice agriculture. They are able to keep a larger population satisfied but are more apt to attack passing-by tribes. Because of this, they are more apt to be attacked, requiring more resources to keep these armies up. Objectively, these villages are just as efficient as the nomadic tribes since the tribes move more often, attacking and defending themselves much less.

Both the tribes and villages are led by known oligarchies. They are relatively incorrupt, but there are always those exceptions. These ‘Councils’ are made up of the elders who’ve shone that, through their extensive life-experience; they are capable of successfully leading their tribe or village to any victory. Any loss is counted by the total termination of the village or tribe. This ‘termination’ can be the enslavement or melding of or with another tribe or village. It can also simply be that it was killed off entirely. It is currently seen as honorable to have the entire community to be killed. The slavery, though not oppressive, is a stigma that each oligarchy discourages.

Generations passed as did millennia and the amount of conflict only grew as the sense of individualism grew. Sizes of tribes and villages never rose and actually decreased, though this is statistically insignificant. Those who remained nomadic traveled farther distances, gaining space between them and others. Even with more movement or stronger defenses, the villages and tribes knew each other well enough to know what type of terrain they usually settled in and during which seasons. Tribes include, but are not limited to, Mountain, Snow, Forest, and Swamp. Villages include, but are not limited to, Plains, Deserts, Lakes, and Rivers, though the latter is slightly nomadic.

The Mountain Tribes, or those with ‘Grii’ in their names, are strong and agile but not quite resilient or wise. They often become physically ill and are known for their shorter lifespans (around 120 years). However, they are difficult to attack and easy to defend (due to their locations), making their ‘shorter’ lives more peaceful. Hunting is the most difficult of the Grii Tribes, but their prey is varied. Many herbs grow on the sides of these mountains as well. These tribes remain closer to the equator and never ascend high enough to where frost forms. Ironically, the tribes which remain higher upon the mountains are seen as more fortunate since they can handle the thinner air. They favor utilities and tools more than other goods and are often sought after for their inventions. The Grii Tribes share a crest with the image of a club within it and the color brown.

The Snow Tribes, or those with ‘Oew’ in their names, are arguably as strong as or stronger than the Grii but show a greater resilience to their environment. Interestingly, they have the widest range of lifespans, from 115 to 145, and are also the highest and lowest of all the tribes and villages. The Oew are some of the most aggressive and possessive of settlements. They dwell atop mountains as well as the poles of the planet. Those closest to the poles are seen as stronger as and better than those further or atop the mountains. There is also a semi-strict caste system of various levels, though none are truly above others. The Oew specialize in weapons and wield a wide variety. They share crests with weapons, specifically a spear with spikes along the shaft and the color white.

The Forest Tribes, or those with ‘Fiv’ in their names, are known for their ability to travel quickly through the treetops as well as their intimate knowledge of the forests. They are quite difficult to locate, allowing them to live through the typical lifespan of an Epicanthix. Their tree houses are expertly camouflaged, but the travel between the Grii and Udz (since they keep in the forests between them) makes this necessary. They have been attacked many times and have become paranoid of becoming attacked. They use stealth to overcome their foes and are known for their skill movement and silence. Others see them as unnecessarily aggressive while they believe everyone else to be. Communication is not a strong suit among the settlements. The Fiv Tribes share logos with bows and arrows and the color green.

The Swamp Tribes, or those with ‘Saq’ in their names, are quite cunning and unusually manipulative though are the least adapted to their environment. They’ve kept as many promises as they’ve broken, which makes them notorious for their seeming inability to cooperate fairly with outsiders. Some might know of the necessary measures taken by the Saq, however. They are known for making traps within the bogs and bayous they live within. Keeping close to the equator, they inhabit the most humid of environments. Above most anything, they specialize in gaining intelligence and secrets of opposing tribes and villages. Insignias of the Saq all show ropes or chains in their patterns and the color black.

The Plains Villages, or those with ‘Udz’ in their names, are usually quite intellectual and wise. Unlike other tribes, however, they don’t place such high reliance on physical strength and skill in movement and formations. They focus on defense, something the Epicanthix are also not known for. Ironically, the Plains tribes are some of the biggest, but agriculture and ease of building structures allows for greater populations. They live within the tropics of the planet and construct villas out of grass and mud for the elders of the Council while the rest of the population live in ornate tents. Along with their impressive defense, the Udz are known for their craft in shield and armor craft. These people live for quite a long time, usually 140 years. They share a tribal sign of shield and the color beige.

The Desert Villages, or those with ‘Krik’ in their names, are a formidable force to go against for the physical power of their men is only matched by their intimate knowledge of lore and military tactics. Since they live in the desert, they become ill more often than those of other tribes. They are also not known for their dexterity or skills in stealth. The Krik use offensive tactics, but only to drive back those who threaten their solitude. They don’t wish to fight and will tell the intruders to leave before attacking them ruthlessly and completely. The Krik have the most victories in war and, thus, the highest population of slaves. They live in underground tunnels and caves to keep from the sun. Since the presence of slaves is so high, the family is held sacred even above combat and lore. Their signatures share three circles in a line or sometimes interlocking and include the color red.

The Lake Villages, or those with ‘Mil’ in their names, are sternly attached to the native lore of Panatha. Many seers and mystics live along lakes to provide others with their knowledge through visions and whispers from the Wisps. They are quite peaceful and friendly, favoring diplomatic solutions to conflicts with other villages and tribes. The Mil are concerned with their mental and physical health, however, and are so superstitious that it clouds their abilities to think critically They build cabins from the woods they live near, which often causes trouble with the Fiv. Fortunately, the Mil choose their words carefully and don’t take more than they are allowed by the nearby Fiv. The Mil focus on their mysticism over combat and seclusion and will house deserters if their auras are not negative. Interestingly, their superstitions seem to have some sort of viability since they live as long as or longer than the Udz. Their flags depict images of smoke and the color purple.

The River Villages, or those with ‘Tox’ in their names, are quite adaptive to their surroundings since rivers often flood and they are usually targets for attack to usurp key river ways for transportation. As adaptable as they are, they can be quite hospitable as the Mil are known to be but can be just as aggressive as the Oew. If forced to fight, they adapt tactics from the Fiv and Saq but never initiate an attack. Still, their hidden methods are quite effective and difficult to displace when displacement of their village is a determined mean to an end. The Tox live in boats or structures that shelter them from weather but can float down the rivers they inhabit, allowing them to escape should they need to. Along with this, they are the only tribe to flee from conflict rather than admit complete defeat which places them below all other villages and tribes. However, they prize individual and collective life above combat and pride. The Tox live average life spans because of their fleeing. Their logo includes a star or a collection of them as well as the color blue.

Physical maturity is met quite early among the Epicanthix, though varies from individual to individual. Records report full sexual and physical maturity to be around the age of 20 for both sexes. Sexual maturity begins as early as 8 years old and as late 15. Arranged marriages occur between tribes or villages but more often within their own. The children are usually around 16 to 18 years old and are expected to have a child 6 months later (their pregnancies are surprisingly shorter in spite of their lengthened lifespan). These marriages are usually festive and ornate and take months to plan and a week to celebrate. The ceremonies differ from village to tribe but take hours to complete.

Gender is quite an important thing among the Epicanthix. Women are revered and respected and held above men. They are expected to learn the deep lore of their ancestors and learn how to efficiently perform the tasks they are born into. They learn lore and healing before the intricacies of their family’s profession. They are also expected to begin to bear children early and constantly. The men are expected to protect, not only their village or tribe, but the women within them. When attacked, the women are targeted before the men in hopes to kill off their lore and ancestry. Interestingly, neither gender is better to bear than the other. The women within the Council are heeded more immediately than the men. It’s an odd form of matriarchy.

Names are quite important. The firstborn male is to have the first name of the mother’s last name in a hope to inherit her knowledge and wisdom. His last name is that of his father to inherit his strength and cunning. All other sons are to have a first name start with the same letter as their father’s first name but share no other letters while adapting his last name. The firstborn female is to have a first name most similar to the mother’s first name and the father’s last name for endurance and strength to carry on her duties. All other daughters adapt the same patter as the sons, but this is based off the mother rather than the father. During marriage, neither the husband nor wife adapts the other’s name for each are equally important.

Pokemon - Hoenn: Make a Wish

I'm going to be writing a post for both @Aphelion and @Jonnyh447. My goal is to begin having the post sizes cut down markedly. ^^