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✦ Narrator ✦ — "The careful eye sees what the reckless never live long enough to notice."
Location: North Ryke - Dungeon, Floor 1
Time: Early Morning
The battlefield surged into motion the moment Astra committed fully. But while her excitement leads her to attack, the undead skeletons that had swarmed her kept her from getting very far. They threw themselves at her in desperate waves. Clawed hands raked across her cloak and skin. They could not stop her, but they could slow her. Her blows still land, but she takes minor damage and her feint is ineffective due to the sheer amount of skeletons in her way holding her back. The sword-using skeleton sees an advantage and goes to swing his sword at her head, aiming for a killing blow. (Block, Dodge, or Counter)
Talos fell victim to the same sense of excitement. The skeletons piled onto him, hacking and clawing with reckless abandon. Though his strength held firm, the sheer volume of attacks dragged at his movements. Still, though he takes some damage he provides a great distraction for the others. The skeletons swarming Talos parted just enough for the spear to drive toward his midsection. (Block, Dodge, or Counter)
Xian-Fu carved a path of her own through the undead. Her strike reduced the swarm just a little, even as the threat of reanimation loomed. She quickly struck a few of the minor skeletons and jumped back, her hit and run tactics serving her well.
Further back, Percival’s rifle cracked through the chaos. His first shots tore through several of the lesser skeletons, effective, but fleeting. The Staff Sentinel’s influence pulsed and fallen bones began to knit themselves back together.
Then came the kill shot.
The bullet sang.
Ricocheting with impossible precision, it bypassed the battlefield’s chaos entirely striking the skeletal mage squarely in the head. Bone fractured, power faltered. Not destroyed, but close. The reaction was immediate: the skeletons that were reforming fell and the remaining Sentinels switched to offense.
Silas, maintaining distance, unleashed another volley of radiant energy. His beams lanced into the axe-wielding Sentinel and those around it…searing, burning, erasing. Even so, the Sentinel endured, but as it struggled to drag its body towards the source of attack, it became clear it was on its last legs.
Aster saw the opportunity, taking a chance to use his spirit bow once more to end the Axe-Wielders existence. A bow of ethereal light shot forward, reducing the Sentinel to rubble. Three remain.
And at the rear of it all, Taotie remained poised gathering herself as the tide of battle escalated. The probing phase was over. Come next round, she'd be ready to attack alongside Silas.
The Sentinels abandoned their passive defense and struck with coordinated intent.
From the rear, the Staff Wielding Sentinel began its retaliation. It fired a blast of necrotic energy at Percival (Dodge/Evade/Block), recognizing his gun as the biggest threat. But it wasn’t done.
Its staff pulsed once, twice, before a large concentration of necrotic energy formed at its crest. One last desperate attempt. The smaller skeletons all ceased what they were doing, huddling up to the skeletal shaman, forming a cocoon of bone.
Notes:
1. Aster used Spirit Shot, didn't want to write a whole post for him and delay this further)
2. Talos/Astra I assumed you missed the note about the evasion/block action. I didn't want to penalize too crazy, instead I used dice-rolls to determine the outcomes there, but they will need to defend again as they are in melee range. I put the notes in the post this time to see it easier.
3. Treating some single target attacks as AOEs since the skeletons are relatively weak and we want to get to Moons RP and my week has been crazy
Summary: The lesser skeletons numbers are wearing down. Axe Wielder is dead, Staff Wielder is a damaged, the other two are relatively healthy and attacking Talos/Astra. Boss attack coming!
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Character Name: Coriger
Rp'er Name: Proto
Post Frequency: Daily, if available
Current RP: None
Goals: Destruction of Everything
Equipped Titles: Mundane, Normal, Monster, Demon, Thief, Murderer
Class: None
Perks: Born For This
Languages: Common, Abyssal
Height: 5’7”
Weight: 130lbs
Features:
[Avulsion] - A pit in the center of his torso. It is consistently leaking corrupted mana.
[Skin: Black and Red] - In his natural state, Sin looks like a red humanoid with black miasma forming what looks like a fur coat.
[Horns] - Branched extensions of the creature’s skull.
[Claws: Cosmetic] - Sturdy, pointed, nails that grow out from the finger and toes.
[Tail: Cosmetic] - Sin's tail is actually very thin, but the miasma surround it makes it look thicker.
Backstory: Coriger is a relatively young demon, born of the war between the See and the East Empire. A manifestation of all 7 sins, His personality changes depending on the type of sins he is "consuming" from ohters.
Points at Start: 105
Points Earned: 42
Points Spent: 147
Points Not Spent: 0
Stats:
Strength – D (14)
Precision - F
Intelligence - D (14)
Vitality - E (7)
Speed – E (7)
Character Grade – E
Narrator Grade - F
Skills:
Area Knowledge (See of Fae East Coast) F (Native)
Fast F (7)
Magic E (14)
Magic Vampiric F (14)
Magic Range F (7)
Sixth Sense: Aura Perception [Emotions] F (Born For This Discount)
Fighting Style [Wrathful Claws] - F (7)
Technique Core - Linked (Discount)
Abilities:
Hunger Strike F – Magic F
Description: User attacks a single enemy with a black mana blast within 5 feet.
Cooldown: 0 Posts
Greed Pulse E- Magic E, Magic Vampiric F, Magic Range F
Description: User attacks a single enemy with a vampiric mana blast at a range of 30 feet or less.
Cooldown: 1 Post.
Wrafthful Slash F- Fighting Style [Wrathful Claws], Technique Core (Linked)
Description: User attacks a single enemy with both claws. + 1 to Attack.
Cooldown: 1 Post.
Equipment:
Natural Catalyst (Demon Core) – E (28)
Natural Weapons (Claws) - E (28)
Items: Crossmere Reliquary: Function Unknown
Rp'er Name: Proto
Post Frequency: Daily, if available
Current RP: None
Goals: Destruction of Everything
Equipped Titles: Mundane, Normal, Monster, Demon, Thief, Murderer
Class: None
Perks: Born For This
Languages: Common, Abyssal
Height: 5’7”
Weight: 130lbs
Features:
[Avulsion] - A pit in the center of his torso. It is consistently leaking corrupted mana.
[Skin: Black and Red] - In his natural state, Sin looks like a red humanoid with black miasma forming what looks like a fur coat.
[Horns] - Branched extensions of the creature’s skull.
[Claws: Cosmetic] - Sturdy, pointed, nails that grow out from the finger and toes.
[Tail: Cosmetic] - Sin's tail is actually very thin, but the miasma surround it makes it look thicker.
Backstory: Coriger is a relatively young demon, born of the war between the See and the East Empire. A manifestation of all 7 sins, His personality changes depending on the type of sins he is "consuming" from ohters.
Points at Start: 105
Points Earned: 42
Points Spent: 147
Points Not Spent: 0
Stats:
Strength – D (14)
Precision - F
Intelligence - D (14)
Vitality - E (7)
Speed – E (7)
Character Grade – E
Narrator Grade - F
Skills:
Area Knowledge (See of Fae East Coast) F (Native)
Fast F (7)
Magic E (14)
Magic Vampiric F (14)
Magic Range F (7)
Sixth Sense: Aura Perception [Emotions] F (Born For This Discount)
Fighting Style [Wrathful Claws] - F (7)
Technique Core - Linked (Discount)
Abilities:
Hunger Strike F – Magic F
Description: User attacks a single enemy with a black mana blast within 5 feet.
Cooldown: 0 Posts
Greed Pulse E- Magic E, Magic Vampiric F, Magic Range F
Description: User attacks a single enemy with a vampiric mana blast at a range of 30 feet or less.
Cooldown: 1 Post.
Wrafthful Slash F- Fighting Style [Wrathful Claws], Technique Core (Linked)
Description: User attacks a single enemy with both claws. + 1 to Attack.
Cooldown: 1 Post.
Equipment:
Natural Catalyst (Demon Core) – E (28)
Natural Weapons (Claws) - E (28)
Items: Crossmere Reliquary: Function Unknown
Character Name: Coriger
Rp'er Name: Proto
Post Frequency: Daily, if available
Current RP: None
Goals: Destruction of Everything
Equipped Titles: Mundane, Normal, Monster, Demon, Thief, Murderer
Class: None
Perks: Born For This
Languages: Common, Abyssal
Height: 5’7”
Weight: 130lbs
Features:
[Avulsion] - A pit in the center of his torso. It is consistently leaking corrupted mana.
[Skin: Black and Red] - In his natural state, Sin looks like a red humanoid with black miasma forming what looks like a fur coat.
[Horns] - Branched extensions of the creature’s skull.
[Claws: Cosmetic] - Sturdy, pointed, nails that grow out from the finger and toes.
[Tail: Cosmetic] - Sin's tail is actually very thin, but the miasma surround it makes it look thicker.
Backstory: Coriger is a relatively young demon, born of the war between the See and the East Empire. A manifestation of all 7 sins, His personality changes depending on the type of sins he is "consuming" from ohters.
Points at Start: 105
Points Earned: 42
Points Spent: 147
Points Not Spent: 0
Stats:
Strength – D (14)
Precision - F
Intelligence - D (14)
Vitality - E (7)
Speed – E (7)
Character Grade – E
Narrator Grade - F
Skills:
Area Knowledge (See of Fae East Coast) F (Native)
Fast F (7)
Magic E (14)
Magic Vampiric F (14)
Magic Range F (7)
Sixth Sense: Aura Perception [Emotions] F (Born For This Discount)
Fighting Style [Wrathful Claws] - F (7)
Technique Core - Linked (Discount)
Abilities:
Hunger Strike F – Magic F
Description: User attacks a single enemy with a black mana blast within 5 feet.
Cooldown: 0 Posts
Greed Pulse E- Magic E, Magic Vampiric F, Magic Range F
Description: User attacks a single enemy with a vampiric mana blast at a range of 30 feet or less.
Cooldown: 1 Post.
Wrafthful Slash F- Fighting Style [Wrathful Claws], Technique Core (Linked)
Description: User attacks a single enemy with both claws. + 1 to Attack.
Cooldown: 1 Post.
Equipment:
Natural Catalyst (Demon Core) – E (28)
Natural Weapons (Claws) - E (28)
Items: Crossmere Reliquary: Function Unknown
Rp'er Name: Proto
Post Frequency: Daily, if available
Current RP: None
Goals: Destruction of Everything
Equipped Titles: Mundane, Normal, Monster, Demon, Thief, Murderer
Class: None
Perks: Born For This
Languages: Common, Abyssal
Height: 5’7”
Weight: 130lbs
Features:
[Avulsion] - A pit in the center of his torso. It is consistently leaking corrupted mana.
[Skin: Black and Red] - In his natural state, Sin looks like a red humanoid with black miasma forming what looks like a fur coat.
[Horns] - Branched extensions of the creature’s skull.
[Claws: Cosmetic] - Sturdy, pointed, nails that grow out from the finger and toes.
[Tail: Cosmetic] - Sin's tail is actually very thin, but the miasma surround it makes it look thicker.
Backstory: Coriger is a relatively young demon, born of the war between the See and the East Empire. A manifestation of all 7 sins, His personality changes depending on the type of sins he is "consuming" from ohters.
Points at Start: 105
Points Earned: 42
Points Spent: 147
Points Not Spent: 0
Stats:
Strength – D (14)
Precision - F
Intelligence - D (14)
Vitality - E (7)
Speed – E (7)
Character Grade – E
Narrator Grade - F
Skills:
Area Knowledge (See of Fae East Coast) F (Native)
Fast F (7)
Magic E (14)
Magic Vampiric F (14)
Magic Range F (7)
Sixth Sense: Aura Perception [Emotions] F (Born For This Discount)
Fighting Style [Wrathful Claws] - F (7)
Technique Core - Linked (Discount)
Abilities:
Hunger Strike F – Magic F
Description: User attacks a single enemy with a black mana blast within 5 feet.
Cooldown: 0 Posts
Greed Pulse E- Magic E, Magic Vampiric F, Magic Range F
Description: User attacks a single enemy with a vampiric mana blast at a range of 30 feet or less.
Cooldown: 1 Post.
Wrafthful Slash F- Fighting Style [Wrathful Claws], Technique Core (Linked)
Description: User attacks a single enemy with both claws. + 1 to Attack.
Cooldown: 1 Post.
Equipment:
Natural Catalyst (Demon Core) – E (28)
Natural Weapons (Claws) - E (28)
Items: Crossmere Reliquary: Function Unknown
✦ Ichabod Pipton ✦ — "Light guides the wise to knowledge."
Ethereal Luminary | Grand Induction Hall
Ichabod watched as Sa’Saori moved first, his expression as unreadable as ever, though a faint tension flickered behind his eyes. The scrape of steel against crystal causing him to flinch slightly.
“Please do remember this is a cooperative task…” he said evenly, voice calm.“Perhaps a bit of deliberation before touching things might do us some good?”
He let the words settle, not confrontational, but firm, before turning his attention fully to the chamber.
His lantern remained lit as he began a slow, deliberate walk along the perimeter. His gaze passed across each mirrored panel in turn, not lingering on their reflections, but on the behavior of the light striking them.
The beams from the central crystal fractured and scattered, but not without structure. Some reflections were clean. Others warped slightly.
“...we likely need to align the rays of light to a singular point.” he murmured.
He stopped, turning slightly to track the motion of a particular beam as it split, then split again, bouncing across three separate panels before dissipating into nothing.
“Source… distribution… refraction angle…” he said quietly, piecing it together.
His eyes shifted past the mirrors, toward the sealed archway.
More specifically, toward the interlocking crystal plates above it.
A faint narrowing of his gaze.
“…Right.”
He straightened slightly, now speaking clearly to the group.
“I’m going to assume we’ve all gathered the basic objective,” he said. “The crystal is our light source. The mirrors are the routing system.”
A small gesture of his hand traced the path of a beam as it danced across the room.
“And the endpoint…” he added, nodding toward the door, “…is likely those plates above the entrance. Getting through that door is likely our objective.”
He paused briefly. His attention shifted, settling on Alicia. For a moment, he pauseed, measuring his words before speaking again.
“You mentioned gravity magic. How precise is your control? Can you manipulate these mirrors at range? Even slightly—tilt, shift, apply pressure?”
His eyes flicked back to the mirrors.
“If those panels can be adjusted, even by a few degrees, that would be the simplest solution. We align the path directly.”
He paused for a brief moment.
“But…” he continued, his gaze returning to the moving light, “…if they’re fixed...which I suspect they are...then this becomes a matter of finding the correct route rather than forcing one, of course.”
His lantern shifted slightly in his grip, though he still hadn’t activated it.
“We’d need to observe the pattern. Identify which mirrors are true reflectors, which ones modify the beam, and which ones are… something else entirely.”
A faint, thoughtful pause.
“From there, we construct a complete path from the crystal to the door.”
His eyes moved between the two of them now.
“Do either of you have any thoughts?”
Actions:
Uses Arcana - F to try to gauge the purpose trial
✦ @Proto ✦
✦ Narrator ✦ — "The careful eye sees what the reckless never live long enough to notice."
Location: North Ryke - Dungeon, Floor 1
Time: Early Morning
The adventurers leapt into action.
Astra struck first. Her fist crashed into the clustered dead with a force that them apart. The smaller skeletons caught in her blows shattered into loose piles of bone that skittered across the chamber floor. Her second strike echoed just as violently, reducing another small cluster to ruin.
Talos surged forward, his massive frame colliding with the line of larger sentinels. His fist drove upward into the spear-wielding giant, the impact cracking ribs and forcing the creature back a half step…but not cleanly.
The sentinel twisted its weapon, deflecting part of the blow even as fractures spread across its frame.
Gunfire and steel followed.
Xian-Fu’s heavy blade came down like a guillotine, smashing another into the ground, before jumping back tactfully.
Percival’s canister shot tore through a group of lesser undead, blasting them apart in a spray of bone and rusted metal.
Then magic lit up the battlefield.
Taotie’s scattered bolts punched through several of the lesser skeletons, blasting them apart where they stood.
Silas followed, radiant energy flaring, his beams lanced toward the axe-wielding sentinel…but the lesser undead reacted.
Several skeletons hurled themselves into the path of the attack. The radiant magic struck them instead, and where it touched, bone did not simply break…it burned, disintegrating into ash.
Percival’s second shot rang out. The bullet screamed toward the staff-bearing sentinel and struck something invisible.
A barrier. It flickered once, and then, gone.
Aster’s spirit arrow followed a heartbeat later. A streak of pale mana cut through the air. But as if defending it’s king, the sword wielding sentinel charged forward, deflecting the bolt into the ceiling with its bent sword.
For a moment, it seemed the party had gained ground. The chamber floor was littered with broken remains.
The staff-wielding sentinel raised its weapon high, faint runes along its length flickering to life. Pale energy seeped outward, crawling across the floor like mist.
Fragments trembled. Shards dragged themselves together. Skulls rolled, snapping back into place atop reforming spines.
One by one… the fallen rose again.
Not all. Where Silas’s radiant magic had burned, there was nothing left to assemble.
The three weapon-wielding sentinels formed a defensive perimeter around the caster while the lesser undead march forward.
Seeing as Astra and Talos are the closest, the undead begin to swarm them, attempting to slow their path to any sentinels and claw at their skin and flesh.
Summary
1. Any small undead attacked were easily defeated, but are being reassembled by the staff-wielding sentinel, except the ones Silas hit.
2. Staff wielding sentinels arcane shield is gone, for now at least.
3. Astra/Talos need an evasive action to not be swarmed.
✦ @Proto ✦
✦ Alexander Orion ✦ — "Everything I do, I do for the Gods."
Location: North Ryke - Dungeon, Floor 1 | Time: Early Morning
Aster’s eyes moved once across the room. The sealed stone door at the far end. The four larger dead set before it like wardens. The heaps in the corners rising into lesser undead. Too many to waste time guessing. Too many to leave unchecked.
Then Astra moved.
She crossed the distance in an instant and crashed into the dead line with enough force to crack stone beneath her feet. Talos was not far behind. Gunfire split the chamber a heartbeat later as Percival’s first shot through the air, and from beside him Silas and Taotie answered with bursts of radiant light and magic.
For a brief moment, the battlefield looked under control.
The smaller skeletons were frail. Disposable. The larger ones seemed different.
Aster’s gaze settled there. He watched as Percival aimed at the staff wielding shaman, good instincts, he thought.
"Right, that first."
His hand moved in one smooth motion, his ring emulating a while light that became an ethereal bow. He planted his feet, then he loosed.
Actions:
• Action 1: Spirit Shot E – Magic E, Magic Augmenter Range F, Energized E
Description: User shoots an arrow of mana up to 30 feet at a target.
Cooldown: 0 Posts
✦ @Proto ✦
✦ Ichabod Pipton ✦ — "Light guides the wise to knowledge."
Ethereal Luminary | Grand Induction Hall
Ichabod’s yellow eyes shifted toward the small, sharp-featured chaperone as Adelhein stepped forward and named the members of Group Magenta. He adjusted the lantern lightly at his side, listening without interruption as their assigned proctor measured them each.
Sa'Saori spoke, introducing herself with a clear, plain confidence. Fire, close combat, swordsmanship... Ichabod took note of all of it. His gaze looked once toward the elegant blade on her back, then toward the book in Alicia's hands. He was the only human among Fae. It was an odd group, for sure.
That was good.
Ichabod preferred variety. Variety meant options.
He stepped forward just enough for the azure glow of his lantern to catch more clearly across his pale features.
“My name is Ichabod Pipton,” he said, voice calm and even. “No noble house, no grand title. I’m self-taught, for the most part. I've had a few mentors.”
He gauged the reactions of the others before continuing.
“I too have an affinity for fire, and a knack for manipulating darkness or what some might call shadow magic. I can make magic circles, and my physical skills are somewhat lacking.”
His eyes moved briefly between Sa'Saori and Alicia as he continued. The lantern flame flickered once.
“I would very much like to pass this trial, so it's best we get on the same page. I think we establish a system of voting when it comes to making important decisions, since there are exactly three of us. Sound fair?”
A faint smile touched one corner of his mouth then, subtle and sharp. With that, Ichabod lowered the lantern again and let someone else speak.
✦ @Proto ✦
Character Name: Ichabod Pipton
Rp'er Name: Proto
Post Frequency: Daily
Current RP: None
Goals: In the short term, Ichabod looks to join the Ethereal Luminary and become one if its top students.
Titles: Mundane, Prime, Human
Class: Caster
Perks: Magic Circle, Versatile [Ranged Weapon Intelligence]
Languages: Common, Fae
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 190lbs
Features: Blue Hair, yellow eyes
Backstory/Current Life: Ichabod was born into a relatively unremarkable, middle class family living in the capital of Ryke. He showed an affinity for magic early on, and threw himself into his studies using whatever resources he could find. Now, his magic is advanced enough where practice no longer begets ingenuity, and he looks to join one of the most prestigious magic academies in the Ethereal Luminary.
Points:
Points at Start: 105
Points Earned: 0
Points Spent: 105
Points Not Spent: 0
Stats:
Strength - F
Precision - F
Intelligence - D
Vitality - F
Speed - F
Character Grade - F
Skills:
Alchemy - F
Arcana - F
Visual Arts - F
Magic - E
Affinity [Darkness] - F
Affinity [Fire] - F
Magic Range - F
Magic AoE - F
Magic Duration - F
Magic Targets - F
Abilities:
Mana Blast - F : The user fires a burst of mana at the opponent within 5ft.
-Magic - F
Cooldown: 0 Post
Blaze - E: The user fires blasts of fire at up to 5 targets, up to 30ft away.
-Magic - E
-Affinity [Fire] - F
-Magic Range - F
-Magic Targets - F
Cooldown: 1 Post
Midnight Blast - E: The user fires blasts of darkness at up to 5 targets, up to 30ft away.
-Magic - E
-Affinity [Darkness] - F
-Magic Range - F
-Magic Targets - F
Cooldown: 1 Post
Fireball - E: The user fires a ball of fire infused mana up to 30ft away, erupting in a 15ft radius.
-Magic - E
-Affinity [Fire] - F
-Magic Range - F
-Magic AoE - F
Cooldown: 1 Post
Oppressive Darkness - E: The user fires a ball of darkness infused mana up to 30ft away, erupting in a 15ft radius.
-Magic - E
-Affinity [Darkness] - F
-Magic Range - F
-Magic AoE - F
Cooldown: 1 Post
Equipment:
Catalyst [Twilight Lantern] - E
✦ Ichabod Pipton ✦ — "Light guides the wise to knowledge."
Ethereal Luminary | Grand Induction Hall
The quiet glow of Ichabod’s lantern drifted from the back of the platform toward the front, its warm azure flame swaying gently inside it with each stride. He had no intention of missing a single word the proctor said, so he moved with swiftly and with purpose, weaving smoothly through the other potential students.
His messy blue hair fell across his eyes, deep cobalt strands that framed an almost translucent face. The lantern’s glow rose from below, casting a soft light across his pale skin and sharp yellow gaze as it scanned over the other candidates assembled in the hall.
He studied them without staring...noting their postures, their expressions, any details he figured might give him an edge. He wondered about their magic, and how theirs would compare to his. Surely there were powerful mages among them. For a moment he wondered whether his mostly self-taught skills would be enough to pass the trial. But the thought had passed as quickly as it came, his normal level confidence returned with a flicker of the flame inside his lantern.
When he finally reached the front of the platform, he came to a stop among the most frontward candidates, his lantern hanging loosely on the loop of his belt. He straightened his posture and stood at attention, his gaze settling on Proctor Roffimières as he spoke.
✦ @Proto ✦
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