Rai

..::Ascension::.. .2 (High-Casual)

Accepted

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@Landaus Five-One@BlackPanther

Rest Easy inn. Sunfire

The inn was rather empty and silent save for the whispering chatter from the few patrons at their tables. Service was understandably slow and the watchful eye of the guards made many feel uneasy. Magnus was approached by a waitress who was rather young. She was a early shift worker and didn't require the sunlight most Sol did in the mornings. She had small wings showing she was a seraphim. A daughter of Mirror just as Lila except she was made for service.
"Good morning sir! I'm Alisa! Pleased to serve you!"

Aris

Behind Magnus was Paon and Velai being questioned by the guard. Paon flashed him his identification card all whilst feigning blindness. Which the guard found a bit curious when he heard that he was seen running while carrying another. This suspicious alignment of details made him and the other guards glance to each other. "All this seems to be in order. May we ask you a few questions outside?" The guard pointed to the door where the other guards were standing ready to exit.

Velai brought her hand up and touched Paon's shirt sleeve. "My friend here was trying his best to save me and a child. Please he is hurt and in shock. Let me answer your questions." Velai knew that Paon could not be blind, but for whatever reason he hid his true nature was a mystery to her. But to repay him for his outstanding performance she caught on quick on how to be of help. The guard nodded despite a brief grimace in his face before the two departed from the inn and were visibly talking near the front of Rest Easy.

Soon after Paons shadow grew thicker under the fires light. It spread to be seen before Paon but only enough for him to see. The shadow room form under the dancing flames as a dragon head and a low laugh could be heard. "Kukukukuh.. So this is where number 13 spends his time? Rather light.." The deep but playful voice of a dragonkin emerged from behind Paon. There was Wasu and all his scaled form. He came down to sit next to Paon with a drink in hand. He sipped it as it was piping from steam. "Ahhh... what a fascinating night. It seems we the 47 of the Dolofon are having another meeting. A shadow gathering."

Wasu placed his cup on the ground before the flames and watched the hues change in color. "I have been tasked with rounding up those of you who are hard to find... So are you ready?"

Hunter x Hunter: 108 Stars of Destiny

Rain

"Rain is The name I go by."
Rain knew little as to why the hunter exams were so straight forward. Supposing it was the means of weeding out the weak he shrugged to it. It would provide great Cover for his deciphering eyes. Most who avoided the straight forward fight were not overly confident in hand to hand combat. He found this intriguing as he himself could easily be seen as a nonfighter and be taken advantage of. It was clear a team of two minds would only serve to achieve so much. He had only a small contingency plan for hand to hand against monsters such as that girl with the claws or perhaps the tribal man who seemed honed from rigorous activity in the wilds.

A contingency plan he held firm on his person that would surely surprise anyone aiming to overwhelm him. But it was best to be swift in situations like that. Situations like this required correct timing he figured. Since he found his ideal partner perhaps attaining a few badges would be a proper secondary step. Rain pondered with his spoon hanging from his mouth.

“I guess a good first step is to reveal our means of success with each other. That way we can organize our strengths and defend our weaknesses.” Rain placed the spoon in the half finished bowl and scanned the area. Besides those making a ruckus for some bonus points, which was clearly to him intended to draw out the strongest and most arrogant one, were quite various characters indeed. It was a bit sad to see what individuals thought this would be a viable thing to do.

Normies was the word for them. At least for Rain. Those who aimed to be a niche hunter. Something that did not involve killing. It was a shame to see such easy prey but. “It’s all going to be too easy once the chaos spills over to the weaker ones on the sidelines.” He mentioned this with a smile on his face as he scooped another ice cream piece into his mouth. “Then we, who seem weak, will shine.” He licked his spoon. “But that’s if it spills over. If not I may have to make it.” He turned his head to the bar and looked at the patrons who were around it. One broke some glass it seemed in preparation it was clear to see.

“I must admit I’m getting a little fired up.”
He lifted his scarf over his face to hide his growing grin. He looked away as he scanned the area. “Have you any plans yourself Brida?” He asked with smiling eyes forming from his cheek bones pressing up beneath the scarf over his nose, chin and mouth.

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New npc

The Basilisk Queen

Name: Ghara The Basilisk Queen
Quote: "After the vile descended had slain my king I have been in search for one. Now that I have him nothing will take him away from me."
Age: ???
Height: 14'5
Weight: 800
Appearance:

A large woman that emerged from a colossal Basilisk. She claims to be the Basilisk Queen who has had her previous king slain long ago. By whom is a mystery. But she was once a feral that shifted into a equally menacing form despite her toxic beauty.

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South field of Sunfire

”That’s enough…”

The cool waves of air surrounding the area Mirror was combating in was visible through frost caking the blades of grass and littered bodies. The mist also gave form to the dome Mirror formed around him and Nuxta. Nuxta was the possessor of the Vrondi King’s Guardian. The dome was formed from mist breaking into the air from shattered pieces of ice that were so miniscule they remained air born in visible spiraling groups. The voice of Nuxta was of a fair man who took poise and elegance above brutish demands.

Though his voice gave a demand, and echoed as it did, it escaped as silver that smoothed the ear drums. However after speaking these words the ice he was incased in began to break from within. A loud shattering boom waved shards of ice across the field with a shockwave that ruptured the ground beneath those within radius. With this shockwave the ice around Nuxta was fragmented to particles that swept a immobilizing cold upon many within the radius even wider than Mirrors aforementioned dome.

Mirror stood close by. His hair and wings waved in the wind with no control before a coating of transparent ice layered his body and held his delicate clothes and features in place. His eyes however remained untouched and blinked beneath a raised arm at Nuxta. It seemed the shock wave only served to make Mirror stand firm. The shards of ice broke from his form however piece by piece as he withstood the force.

The soldiers that were far back were still affected by the shock waves and even some of the cold that now rained down rapidly as snow and ice from above on all in the battlefield. The soldiers who held onto their hopes and kept the wall shield up felt the vibrations and debilitating cold. Many more fell from exhaustion and soon the barrier was shattered with a blade from the giant scaled woman. Her tongue flicked out and showed it was forked and purple with green venom dripping from her supple dark green lips.

Her yellow eyes searched the souls of the soldiers to find Animus. He stood among his fallen comrades with blade pointed up. A few other soldiers retained balance on their feet and chucked spears at the woman. Her blade waved them away with accurate swipes showing she had formidable speed despite her height. The green smog she had behind her flowed now forward and met the bodies of some of the fallen soldiers. The result could be described as nothing other than slow petrification.

Mirror looked back to Lila and the dragon that now was held in her arms. He had no time to deal with her blood lust right now, it seemed the dragon helped her and for that he would be in its debt. ”You’re not going anywhere…” Mirror spoke but he felt himself waver a bit. ”Not yet.. I have a few more left in me…” His head tilted forward but shot back up and ice began to form around his feet and spread across the ground toward Nuxta. ”Then More after that you bastard.”

The ice reaching Nuxta legs went but the body rapidly. The movement of Nuxta’s legs broke the ice and shattered it across the ground. ”I see..” The solemn voice of Nuxta rang out as the ice he broke free from continued to spread. ”It appears as though I must strike you child.” These words gave slow contrast to the swift long step that propelled Nuxta forward. The large armored body created a shockwave with its step and launched the silver spear it ripped from the ground while midair at Mirror.

The spear met the ground and Mirror was no longer there. He left a trail of frost in the air as he spiraled around the spear and now around Nuxtas body. Mirrors legs were missing and his lower half trailed off in the air like mist. ”Roar!” Mirror cried and the trail turned into a long slender dragon made of ice. Its head encased Mirror and as Nuxta broke it to pieces it soared high into the air. There Mirror witnessed the sunlight emerging from the horizon line and smiled faintly. ”This might as well be for you. King. ”

White Whirlwind

A tornado of ice and snow whirled with massive encompassing girth down and around Nuxta. Those in the vicinity would be blown away. Nuxta within the tornado was constantly frozen with ice and snow. However his red eye glow could be seen behind the white whirlwind. With the glimmer of sunlight reaching the field the whirlwind stopped and Nuxta was frozen once more in layers of ice that formed around the armors shape. The red glow could be seen fading away as the glistening ice reflected the hues of the sun in a rainbow array of light.

“My King!”

Screamed the voice of the large woman and she swung her blade into Animus’s, sending him sliding a yard before she dashed over the soldiers and trampled her way to Nuxta. Mirror landed from above before Nuxta and in her path. He turned his head slowly to see the large woman making her way toward him. He readied a blade of ice in his right hand as he only stood halfway in preparation for her approach. He both kept an eye on her but an awareness of Nuxta.

”My dear. It is time we departed. My sister will not be pleased if I collect In the presence of her sun.” The cool voice of Nuxta rang out. The ice laying him began to crack once more and Mirror turned his head swiftly. ”Not so fast I-“ As he prepared to strike again, the temperature dropping around him, he felt the large woman swing her blade from above at him. The wind whistled before a loud clash could be heard between Mirror and the woman. His simple thin blade meeting her large, but proportional to her, sword.

The ice sword held up against hers but the ground around Mirror did not as it crumbled beneath him forcing him to dash to the side and face her. ”Ever since my king was slain I have been in search for another. Finally I have found him. You will not get in the way of I, the Queen of the Basilisk, Ghara. Souls are what I demand and your kind on a spike.” She hissed with venom both figuratively and literally. The soldiers behind them were escaping the smog and evacuating their fallen.

Mirror gritted his teeth. This is bad. He thought and glanced at where Lila and the dragon fell. I should tell them to run. Lila.. I may die here. He smirked and held up his blade. As he did this approaching from his side was Animus. He came to meet back to back with Mirror as both held their blades. One looked to Nuxta another to the Basilisk Queen Ghara. They slid their feet forward in bracing themselves. Nuxta slowly broke from his prison this time and Ghara only watched with a gleeful smile at Nuxta freeing himself. She seemed less interested in murder than being with her supposed suitor.

All was the same however. Despair filled the air beyond the frost that gave visibility to their heavy breathes. Just then a lightning bolt emerged from high above from a few dark clouds that snuck above them all under the guise of snow clouds formed by Mirror. This blue streak of lightning landed between the four and it began to form the figure of a mans body. The lightning jolted about and then condensed to create the beginnings of a person.

After the light faded standing within the scorched mass the bolt created was A masked man who took off his mask as soon as he properly formed. Electricity still emanated from his body with loud cackles that threatened to harm any creature that neared him. ”It is time master.” His monotone and calm voice rang out before he snapped a free handed finger.

The sky, the ground and visible reality itself seemed to cave into a thin white slit in the air that opened up rapidly revealing a swirling two dimensional mass of black and red that turned into a tunnel as it collapsed into itself. The end of the tunnel was another land with various things in the background. It looked similar to a tunnel to nowhere from the sides and from the back it simply looked like a distortion. This man looked to Mirror and Animus with unconcerned eyes before stepping away through the portal himself. His body faded into particles.

Nuxta and Ghara both stepped toward each other and to the portal. With unified steps they entered the portal and both vanished as they disintegrated into thin lines that warped across the tunnel before it collapsed and closed leaving behind a loud shattering boom.
Mirror stood with Animus and both breathed with uneasy expressions. Sweat dripping from their brows and their positions not changing from their preparation to fight. It seemed surreal to them. They were… gone? Animus collapsed while Mirror fell to a knee. He looked to Lila and began to slowly drag himself towards her. ”Who is your new friend?” He questioned when in range of her sharp hearing.

@13org@Deos Morran

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Bloodline Affinities

Review the Bloodline trait tree to grasp a better understanding of what your character can do with what bloodline. For a explanation see below.

Conjuration: Each conjuration spell belongs to one of five subschools. Conjurations bring manifestations of objects, creatures, or some form of energy to you (the summoning subschool), actually transport creatures from another plane of existence to your plane (calling), heal (healing), transport creatures or objects over great distances (teleportation), or create objects or effects on the spot (creation). Creatures you conjure usually, but not always, obey your commands.
A creature or object brought into being or transported to your location by a conjuration spell cannot appear inside another creature or object, nor can it appear floating in an empty space. It must arrive in an open location on a surface capable of supporting it.
The creature or object must appear within the spell’s range, but it does not have to remain within the range.
Matching Bloodlines:Nayu, Sol, Oro, Lassa, Tyro, Seraph

Enchantment: Enchantment spells affect the minds of others, influencing or controlling their behavior.
All enchantments are mind-affecting spells. Two types of enchantment spells grant you influence over a subject creature.
Matching Bloodlines: Seraphim, Tyro, Lassa, Oro, Nayu

Abjuration: Abjuration spells are protective in nature, though some of them have aggressive uses. They create magical barriers, negate harmful effects, harm trespassers, or banish creatures to other planes of existence.
Matching Bloodlines: Sol, Seraph

Transmutation: The transmutation school of magic consisted of spells that changed the physical properties of some creature, thing, or condition. The school was previously known as alteration.
Matching Bloodlines: Nayu, Sol, Oro, Dragon

Evocation: Evocation spells manipulate energy or tap an unseen source of power to produce a desired end. In effect, they create something out of nothing. Many of these spells produce spectacular effects, and evocation spells can deal large amounts of damage.
Matching Bloodlines: Lassa, Oro, Tyro, Nayu, Sol, Dragon

Divination: Divination spells enable you to learn secrets long forgotten, to predict the future, to find hidden things, and to foil deceptive spells.
Matching Bloodlines:Seraph, Sol, Nayu

Illusion: Illusion spells deceive the senses or minds of others. They cause people to see things that are not there, not see things that are there, hear phantom noises, or remember things that never happened.
Matching Bloodlines: Seraph, Sol, Nayu

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Character Sheets

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(+60% Seraphim +20% Sol +20% Nayu)

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(Her Him She He They)

Height

(2'5")

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(25lbs)

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(Suitandshorts)

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(Loudandnoisyandarrogantandanoyingaf)

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(Magoi)

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(weenie)

History

(Yes.TheBorrrriiiiingPart.andhardthinkingpart)

Trivia

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Name:
Age: (Descendants mature like humans up until the age of 20 which they don't show signs of aging for another 30 years and live to be around 200.)
Species: Between Descended and Dragon
Blood%: What % of blood from each race or species does your character have? Must be in multiples of 10 and equal to 100.
Gender: Male Female Both or Neither
Sex Preference: Hetero, Bi, Homo, Cannibalsexual?
Height:
Weight:
Physical appearance: Your Picture &/or Description. Your appearance should match your Blood%. Meaning a 100% Dragon should not appear human unless a shape shifter or magic.
Apparel:Your customized clothing and armor. Quality armor is IG unless achieved through experience or history.
Vehicle: Your transportation and its top speed in mph.
Personality: Brief description on character's quirks, likes, and peeves.
Occupation: Your job if any.
Faction: You may choose a faction or not.
Pet: Only Tamers with experience with elite feral dragon trainers on Gaia's mountain peeks can have full fledged dragons as pets. There are only Dragons on this world, no dogs or cats etc. You may create your own species of dragon and detail its abilities. Fully grown animals that can be used in battle can only be achieved IG for those with no listed experience. Exceptions must ask DM.
Adv. App.: Only those with experience with fighting in elite squadrons on either Fotia or Tearianaris. IG If you want an exception ask the DM.
Exp: Brief description on your character's training.
Spells: Conjuring and other manipulations of dimensions for specific effects. Only 2. If no abilities then 4.
Abilities/Powers: Genetic or enhanced potential. Only 2. If not a spellcaster 4.
Weapons: Your weapon. Only 1.
History: A brief tour into your character's life and how they end up where they are at the start of the RPG.
Trivia: (optional) Didn't know that!

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Ascension .2 is on the works. A new post is up but do not reply until my next post. Which will be dropping today

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Arc #2 Gathering of Light & Darkness.

Boarder of Fotia & Gaia

The suns breakthrough gave a glimmer of a new day to all those who lived on the Edafos. The glimmer of twilight that grew brighter by the minute began to illuminate the scorched and torn battlefields that hosted the bloodied corpses of the fallen. Scattered bodies were lifted and tossed to pits with pitchforks and spears. The morning cleanup began and the paths to trade routes and the like were soon to be reopened and met with new securing force by way of soldiers patrolling the wide and quiet roads.

A blessing for those who feared travel but a curse on their resources as a heavier tax was given to pay for the soldiers. Many new slaves were made from the constant fighting the night and the earlier night before brought as most nomadic villages and towns made by the hard work of noncitizens and citizens alike were burned to the ground. Recapturing these heaps of rubble were now the task of mercenaries and few willing soldiers, including noncitizens who fought to reclaim their homes. It was the morning light that gave signal to these few to reclaim what was lost.

But few cultists remained in such locations and there were hardly a battle to be won. Reclaimed land was most of what it was. The rest were corpses of their loved ones, the ones that lived outside the capitals had their women and children slain before them or worse. All this brutality in the attempt to please the one the cultists worshipped.

A prayer that their goals never meet fruition was embroidered in every heart. The bodies of the innocent were strung up with ropes and pierced with both small and large wooden objects. Other mutilations were done in ways that required countless hours and tedious work. A fear for their brutality was now known throughout the Edafos.

“Get that fire started! We won’t be late for this organized meeting between lords. If we do you might not like what happens to your job!” A booming voice echoed over several men and women all dressed with the same dirty attire. They moved about the interior of a giant machine that hosted nobles of Fotia with elegant foods and workers keeping it all together.

Steam emitted from its sides as workers shoveled coal into boiling containers. Hot air rose and filled large pill like balloons with heated air. The captain of the ship had his hand on a rod that held a gem on its tip. It connected to the ground and a aura could be seen surrounding his body. A Fotian man he was and was shirtless as he whistled along an old Fotian tune sang in bars.

The captain’s voice echoed once more as he spoke into a device within his free hand that was connected to a large tube that went into the walls and down to the lower floors. “Alright..” He grinned. “Lift off.” The Airship lifted into the air from a highpoint in the capital of Fotia. Within the ship sat the king Magnixx and many other royals that had great importance within Fotia.

The ship rose itself into the sky and met the rising sun as it headed for Vrondi. It was after the ship was well away from the volcanic rims of Fotia did the recognition by many royals, whom peered out the glass frames, did they see the colossal size of a dragon covered in what appeared to be stone, like a living mountain side. It soared with its massive all encompassing wings high above the Edafos. If it were not for the clouds below it it would cast a shadow beneath a wide radius below.

Flying about the beast were smaller dragons being ridden by Gaian knights of the elite order. The knights were many as they effortlessly flew about the giant dragon on their own. Atop the giant dragon was their queen and she sat within a dome like structure on the beasts back that almost seemed to have a complete infrastructure. She was seen emerging from the doors of this dome on the back of her glistening dragon.

The dragon’s eyes narrowed on the horizon line and marched forward with careful forward steps that displayed elegance within the violent whirling winds The Queen herself was garmented in a delicately jeweled white garment that revealed the translucent scales over her fair flesh. The beast she rode expanded its wings and caught the winds. It barreled to the side before the wind around it became visible as the trails of cloud it left behind it a loud burst that sent it flying forward and reaching the mass of the giant head of the dragons they rode upright on.

“Always one to be a part of a spectacle when it comes to dragons.” Scoffed the baritone voice of a man confident in himself enough to swiftly mention distaste for the Queens display. It was none other than Magnixx. His voice oozed with amusement that lightened the mood for the royals that stood about the banquet floor nearest to him. His attire resembled his usual shirtless form but he had gold carefully stationed around his shoulders and his pants were nearly glistening with woven silks and jewels placed carefully to resemble armor that hugged his calves. In his hand sat a cup which he held vicariously. Around his shoulders and across his body was a red cloth and on his forehead was the symbol of the dragon slayers. His arms had the familiar tattoo bestowed upon the king of Fotia.

Magnixx let the glow of the rising sun meet his eyes as he peered through the windows of the ship on the far walls. The light engulfed him as he met lips with a silver cup with red liquid within. He lowered the cup to a plate held by a servant standing to his side with a single hand underneath the plate to keep it balanced. This servant wore attire similar to a elite soldier of the royal order, fully attired and equipped with a spear on his back.

He stood firmly to the King’s side holding the silver cup and plate with eyes set on the same vastness of the Edafos that was laid out before them. “It seems all will be taking this opportunity to display their riches and advancements. Such a shame the Queen of Gaia chooses to arrive on Dragons. How vile.” Muttered a Fotian royal who waved himself with a fan made of paper and designed like an angel’s wing. He spoke to another similar to himself but both were a little ways to the side.

It was the grit of his teeth and the tension in his shoulders that gave away the fact Magnixx heard the comment from the royal. With a slow turn of his head he aimed to gaze upon his target, a rage boiling within him. But the gentle white gloves of the spear wielding servant touched Magnixx upon the shoulder. “Sire. I do not wish to tell you what to do. But it was you that informed me none must know of the feelings you harbor.” With a pause Magnixx turned to look at his servant who slowly removed his hand from Magnixx. Both meeting gazes and Magnixx giving in. He returned to the window and the dancing dragons the Queen Allo Niscent had performing aerial acrobatics.

The Fotian Kings look was less amused now and more scorned with drooping eyelids, a vast difference from the Queen who smiled ear to ear as she spiraled about the massive stalagmites that were the scales of the dragon her people rode upon. She was followed by her elites who rode various dragons that were expert flyers. The wind was nothing but paths to ride upon as the Queen led the way creating wind tunnels they all rode upon effortlessly avoiding the pillars of the Dragon’s back. The Queen reached the eye of the beast and waved to it before spiraling off in front of it. The roar that could be heard from the beast echoed over almost the entire Edafos.

The Skyward Throne Room

The return of the Queen was met with applause as she entered the lifted stone doorway with her dragon walking beside her. Her hand was lifted to its side as she strutted and wiped her face with a white cloth equipped to her free hand as she approached a throne. She sat upon the stone throne after applying her heels to the surface of a red carpet and many stairs. She had both hands placed on the arm rests and smirked as she watched the excited expressions of her royal compatriots.

She placed both hands together and clapped and the crowd grew more silent. “I’m glad you all enjoyed the display. Our humble dragoons, the knights that guard the skies, have taken part in this upon my request. All funding for our soldiers is very necessary as they are the most capable of handling any major threat to our capital.” She leaned back more as she spoke and remained smiling with a slight glimmer in her eye like a plot was unfolding to her liking.

Tearianaris: West of Town “Tidal”

Royal Ship of Tearianaris

The center of this structure was filled to the brim with water. It failed to seep through as the occupants inside swam about and moved objects around with little effort making good use of the lack of gravity. The Magoi knew it was not the water allowing their free movement about the interior of the vessel but their Queen, Tydra Nept. The Magoi remained as keepers of the core that guided this contraption on its path. They were below the sphere of water that vibrated with the booms that were timed to a rhythm from a large black orb that had a lighting surface with every touch a man did with his fingers tapping it swiftly yet tirelessly.

He wore a goggled helmet on his head and bubbles escaped from a tank strapped to his back. It was clear he was not a Lassa and yet he made effortless movements beneath the water with his hands. His feet were lifted up and almost seemed to want to float up without him. But as he tapped away his fingers seemed to make him remain like glue. Green lights, red, blue, pink, purple, and all of their spectrums flashed rapidly as he seemed to be vigorously trying to do something. It was clear to only those who knew of the secrets of Tearian technology. He was manipulating the sounds with his fingers and though they were nothing more than sounds they intertwined with the voice of a Lassa woman who stood within a cage.

Though her voice was fair and elegant she was darkened by a velvet curtain that did not show her form beyond her silhouette. She stood within the cage above the man who gripped the sphere. It was after the noises began to reach a higher vibration and her voice grew soft did the Lassa royals within the aquatic sphere swim about in abandon. The music seemed to slowly place them into a trance that took them in spirals that took no consideration of what was land or sky. Beneath the waters one would be standing face to face with another with feet dangled in opposite directions. The voice of the man could be heard as the Tearian form of music continued to blare loudly within the water dome.

Many Lassa danced within the sphere displaying their beauty and elegance. This was all to prepare for the meeting of royals and the underlying desire to show all who lives more luxuriously.

Above it all was the Queen. At her sides were two royal guards who dressed in skin tight black attire with no weapons or armor as most soldiers did. One was male and another female, both young but the male was clearly older. They appeared to be Lassa, just as the queen and stood on her left and right sides. Both shared the blue scales and moist skin of a Lassa. The female was amused and the male looked a bit stern. On both of their hips was a device with a barrel and glowing streaks running down the barrels.

The queen was adorned in countless jewels and a head ornament that resembled every the shells and fins of the creatures of the deep but the colors were mixed together in countless dazzling arrays. Two long beaded ear rings dangled with large sapphire jewels placed carefully within. Her dress was long white with a hint of green and blue. It flowed with a waving like appearance and became multicolored with the suns early rays much akin to the delicate angel fish of the ocean.

Her sleeves were even elongated to cover her entire hand. She lifted a hand that was engulfed by the sleeve to her meticulously manicured face, aquamarine lipstick and pink blush on her cheeks. Her lashes were long and sparkled with small silver glinting droplets as she blinked. The Queen looked near to yawn but only held her sleeve over her lips and mouth. “It’s so boring having to be Queen. Sorry you two have to babysit me while I’m covered like this.” She spoke in a friendly tone to the two next to her.

They were high above the dome within the circular stadium like ship that floated slowly a mile above the highest trees that led to Vrondis territory. The two beside her looked to her, one smiling ear to ear and the other nodding solemnly. “My Queen. It is an honor to be at your side!” The man bowed with a serious composure.

The girl simply chuckled a bit as she let out a “No Problem!” To which the man looked to her. “Do not address the Queen in such a manner!” His voice rising in pitch. Tydra was smiling beneath her sleeve and let out a chuckle as her shoulders shifted up and down inadvertently. “C’mon! This again?” The girl twisted her smile to say. All while eye rolling and looking more antagonized, a groan rattling in her vocal delivery. The bickering of the two amused the Queen for a while as she took her mind off of her responsibilities for just a little while.

Tydra being covered in adornments made her stand out beyond any other royal and being the only other female Queen next to Allo she was pressed by her royal dressers to make her beauty rival the Niscent bloodline. She was quite fair Tydra, but she was cautious beneath the attire and could not flow with natural beauty like Allo. At least this was what she told her closest companions who stood before her, bickering. She decided to calm the situation with a loud clearing of her throat.

"Now, now.. in private we may be cordial. But I agree on such a day we must be as strict and polished as possible." Both nodded in agreement. Tydra ruled her head with a grin emerging on her lips. "It's so good to see you two working together." They both turned their heads the opposite direction of each other when she said this. This act made her chuckle more behind her sleeve. It was not very Queenly to be seen smiling as she does so often in the presence of her closest friends as she was told by royal advisors of previous queens and kings over Tearia.

East of Twilight town

The dark side of the Edafos was now illuminated with light that showed its untouched swamps and decayed life. It was this way quite often within the land of Nero. Death lingered about its vast hostile territories. As one passed to the boarder and beyond the town of twilight one would find the lush greenery to be an inviting change to the drooping wildlands. The more outward beauty of Vrondis territory was no more a sense of taste or preference. The mushrooms and vigorous plants of Nero made beauty not often seen outside of it.

It was this beauty that was held within the black painted hands of a Nero royal. Her face was veiled with a see through black dotted adornment and beside her was a narrowed effeminate chinned Nero man with a mask over his eyes that adorned his head similar to a crown. Within the hands of the fair pale skinned Nero woman was a jar which held a mushroom. In the dark it glowed a green hue that glittered on its many splotches. The glow reflected upon her black dress and the light gray designs.

The man next to her wore black leather top and bottom with silver plates elegantly molded on and into the attire. The black and silver made many appearances within his attire. Pointed boot ends and silver clawed gloved hands. Shoulders and knees given the shape of armor despite the spirals they made on the edges that intertwined within the fabric. The leather appeared very similar to large scales. It was indeed royal attire forged from basilisk hide.

The carriage that brought the two past twilight was surrounded by shadowed warriors riding black steeds. These beasts had flowing white hair and red eyes. The warriors were scaled with sleek black leather made clearly from basilisk hide. Their eyes were pearl white orbs that gave the same pupiless appearance of the blind. Each soldier had a black bandana that swayed in the breeze. The man within the black carriage had on his shoulder a red symbol for the Dolofon. He raised his head revealing a red glimmer of light that escaped his eyes beneath the helmet adornment on his head.

The carriage was soon met with another visitor. Rising from the shadows within the carriage was an elegantly dressed Nero man. Roses of red and black adorned his attire from the ends of his black sleeves to the collar around his neck that lowered to reveal his chest. Slender he was he bowed gracefully to the man and the woman alike. "All is prepared for your arrival me Lord. I have made sure of it, any mishaps will be the Vrondians doing. Or the other kingdoms..." He smiled as he spoke. His eyes not moving in th dark to find a reaction.

He stood still as the man before him sat back and crossed a leg over the other. "Very well. Is that all?" A confidently elegant yet stern voice of The adorned man spoke. He did not attempt to place eyes on the man either. Instead all remained forward facing as they spoke. "All seems to be well." The rose pedaled man spoke, his light hearted tone was contrast to the eerie silence between the man he spoke to and the woman.

This man he spoke with was Sleeth Mythue, the king of Nero. Next to him was his closest kin and seer of fate, Lady Theama of the Mythue bloodline. She was raised from a young age to be a seer and user of the mystic arts. A school of manifestation and manipulation that were often off limits or forbidden by other schools including the Magoi. To see the future was what an ultimate assassin demanded and that was what the Nero people have had for their reign.

"You may go." With those words spoken the man faded to black and the king sat next to his sister with an air of boredom washing over the Kings demeanor as he placed hand to cheek and awaited the arrival to the Vrondi capital. Theama turned to her brother with the jar held out. "I sense this will be a miracle for all descended kind. This day may mark the day we no longer reside in the dark. Our riches will be realised.." Her tender voice spoke at length with a smile planted on her lips.

Sleeth did little to react and merely remained as he were, silent and unmoving. She returned the jar to her lap and kept her hidden gaze upon it. "I'm glad. If not for us then the future of our kind." A scoff could be heard from Sleeth as he sucked his fangs. "To be a part of the others is a dream, not a prediction." His voice was bleak. The King saw the others as cattle more often than equals. A bloodied glass met his lips after he lifted it from a silver plate. "I have no place for dreams."

His reply was met with silence as the smile on Theamas face slowly faded. "I'll dream... for the both of us then." She softly let out as she held the jar closer to her. A desire to be one with the outside world was brightly shining within the shadows of the carriage walls. A small smile could be seen on the face of the king after she spoke.

Vrondi Capital

The sun was rising. So did most of towns people of Vrondi. They woke to decorate the festive city streets and centers with plantations that grew almost instantly into blooming massive flowers. The spores these flowered released relaxes the mind and body and it filled the air of the entire city in no time. It was a bright and early morning. A few Sol men blowing clouds of smoke from large pipes that they shared amongst each other before the rising sun.

Other prepared to charge themselves within the sun's rays ad laid back on the grass. Women and children did this as well as many families sat around the grassy hills of the captial. Mornings were eventful in Vrondi capital. It was even more So as the preparations for the meeting was soon to take place. It was hours from now, but all readiness plans had to be executed. For the most frequented and respected kingdoms of all the lands Vrondi was urged to be spotless today.

Within the town of Sunfire: Rest Easy inn

The soldiers within the town of Sunfire frequented around Rest Easy. As the sun began to rise the weariness of Velai began to overtake her. She was found out by her savior Paon and had little energy left to deny him what he saw. Nor did she have the energy to explain.

The day and night were eventful and for her a moments rest seemed all that mattered. With drooping eye lids she wiped her wet eyes before Paon with her sleeves. “It’s nothing. Please have a room you must rest while you heal.” She tried to take the concern off of her, as her turmoil was emotional.

The clanking steps of armored boots approached the two from their backside. Velai looked back and up to see the towering figure of a Vrondian guard clad in armor fully prepared for battle. He had a calm look on his face that did not welcome pleasantries and stood only to complete a task. “You two. May we have a word?” He asked, his partners standing by the doorway and talking with patrons about what they saw. Their worried glances in their direction gave away the attention these two had on them.

“Yes certainly.” Velai said as she slowly got to her feet. She met the soldier’s abdomen in height and as such she looked up to him. The Soldier awaited Paon to rise as well. “Names and citizenships please.” He asked bringing out a piece of paper and a small feathery scale to use as a pin.

His eyes narrowed on Paon and his wounds. “My name is Velai, I work here and I’m a citizen of Vrondi.” She flashed from beneath her clothes collar a golden badge of the sun engraved with the markings of an official citizen of Vrondi. The soldier nodded and gave a slight smile to Velai before turning to Paon. “And you?” He asked.
@BlackPanther

Gaian Mountains. The Temple of Knowledge

The way the calm nature of Qobo and his monks went about this ordeal fascinated Vulcan. It was indeed to be expected of those who lived in solitude. The drama and trouble of the world below engulfed him and made his fists a bit stale to his mind. He clinched his fist as a smirk emerged on his old lips.

Perhaps a test of might may polish his rusted fists of stone to the luster they once were. He sighed as he was guided to a room away from the mess and troubles of the new arrivals. He wished he could have had the time to bring Magnixx here so that even he too may find peace. Vulcan peered out the openings to the clouds and far off landscapes of the world below the mountain from his room.

He cloaked himself in a garb granted to him by a monk that cloaked his body and shielded it from the winds that bellowed through. It was indeed something to ponder. Within the dragons grasp were two souls, one living and another dead. The dragon seemed relatively fine however. If he was not mistaken he sensed the soul of a wielder of light. A Sol shield guarded the dragon from that much force?

Vulcan could feel the presence of two ancient dragons combining their auras in hostile displays. It was not intentional that they did this, but as a descendant the aura waves felt nearly combined with their proximity to each other. Never has he felt such pressure all at once from dragons. It was a fierce feeling indeed that made Vulcan a bit numb. The sounds were nothing to what one could feel from their souls and the arrival of Qobo and the young Sol girl lowered the pressure a bit.

A Sol? Could she harness enough power to save herself and the dragon? “Strength does not only exist in the ability to destroy ones enemy. But to protect ones loved ones..” His words met the wind as he pondered on his next move. The time for change was certainly upon his old soul for one last time.

@FallenTrinity@Vesuvius00

..::Ascension::.. .2 (High-Casual)

*BOUNTIES*

Dead or Alive
Reward: 200,000 Fotian coins
Poster: Fotia Kingdom

Renegade Gladiator

Theme: youtube.com/watch?v=DNmIqqcUS3U

Ansgar Staudinger

"I fight for no man but myself now. Not a king, not a god, no one. Never again shall I be slave for the entertainment of others, let them come and try to tell me otherwise."

Name:
Ansgar Staudinger

Age:
80

Blood%:
40% - Dragon
40% - Tyro
20% - Oro

Gender: Male

Sex Preference: Hetero

Height:
6'1"

Weight:
220lbs unarmored

Physical appearance:
Perhaps due to the intermingling of equal parts Tyro and Draconic blood, Ansgar's scales take on a fire red hue, matching the harshness of the off yellowish red eyes, though the left half of his face has scars from the time he was forced to remain within the arena. Standing bipedal still, he favors a more normal attire over revelling overtly in his draconic lineage, and his attire shows this. Wearing a wide brimmed conical hat to help conceal his face, though the wings give him away anyways, he wears a rather stiff looking uniform. The dull blue attire was taken from the Fotian mistress' slave driver after he killed him in his escape effort, the wraps covering scars from the irons used to restrain him. Other than the gold colored accents, the attire holds no actual purpose. Well worn, white trousers and boots finish his attire, covering him from neck to toe in material, all minimizing his exposure.

Personality:
Ansgar is not the man he once was, having tempered the rage and fury of his slave fighting days. These days, he often prefers the taverns and seedier dives on the outskirts of kingdoms, such out of the way places often not attracting as much attention. He prefers the quiet relaxation a good tavern can provide, relaxing and keeping his name and reputation unheard. He is not a braggart, despite having good cause to brag, and does attempt to avoid a fight. But, should violence prove necessary, one can catch a glimpse of the passionate fury of old. He fights with no sense of honor or respect, taking any and all advantages in a fight to claim victory, regardless of how much any companions might frown upon it. Ganging up on an enemy, putting a dagger into their back when they turn away, gunning a man down as he runs, so long as it ends the conflict, he will see it done, and will gladly explain the why to those that might turn their nose up at such actions or dare raise a hand to reprimand.

Faction:
None

Exp:
Born into slavery, Ansgar was sold to the arena as the sight of his draconic blood, in Fotia no less, meant he would be ill received elsewhere. Trained by the task masters and other slave fighters from as young as he could hold his oversized sword, he was drilled and beaten and violated on more than one occasion for disobedience, subpar performance, or sheer whim. He developed not only sheer physical toughness and strength, but mental as well, refusing to break despite the abusive nature of his 'profession'. Having developed the physical and mental strength and durability to make it as a slave fighter, he had to prove it. Over twenty years in the arena, from the young age of sixteen, fighting, bleeding, and barely making survival happen at the cost of others. Despite his long running success, the Dragon blood marked him and prevented fame to come, forcing him to learn how to escape, and apply it. After raising the Arena and fleeing Fotia, he would wander, learning to survive in the wilds of most lands and maintain his equipment, doing odd jobs and mercenary work wherever he could. A graduate from the school of hard knocks, indeed, but he carries himself well despite it.

Pet:
N/A

Spells:
Fury of the Scorned - Ansgar only knows one spell, if it could be called that, and it was the only thing that kept him alive long enough to escape slavery. Taking the inner fire of his blood, from the Tyro and Dragon portions, he manifests the flames as a cloak that surrounds his form. Besides the obvious danger this poses to anyone close by or to anything flammable, the aptly named Fury unleashes the last 80 years of simmering rage, pushing him to the very limits of what he is capable of physically. Moving faster, moving greater loads, processing information faster, he forces his body into a state of overdrive. The more danger he is in, the more potent the effects. However, the aftermath when he releases the spell is potent, leaving him heavily drained and exhausted, taking a few days at least before he could even consider doing it again.

Abilities/Powers:
- Heat Detection
- Heat Resistance
- Fire Breath
- Resistance to Bleeding
- Dense, metallic Horns
- Binocular Vision
- Potent Sense of Smell
- Scales highly resistant to both Heat and Cold, stacking onto his natural resistance to heat.
- Wings, claws and strength fitting a Dragon blooded of his size
- Mastery of his Sword

Weapons:
Unnamed Blade - A weapon that Ansgar has had for as long as he can remember, it was the weapon given to him to fight in the arena for the glory and profit of his owner. A rigid, straight blade with only one edge sharpened, the weapon has no ornamentation or fancifulness in design, being forged solely as a war sword. Large for your average Descendant, the blade itself is just over four feet in length, with ten inch hilt and lacking any sort of guard at all, it would not likely be found or even liked by most conventional soldiers or enforcers. However, with training and experience, Ansgar has not only proven it to be viable, but even surpassing other warriors when blades are crossed.

History:
Born a Slave, Ansgar was thrown into the Arenas of his homeland of Fortia, expecting to be dead by his early thirties, and that was being generous. Yet, survive the dragon blooded would, spite and anger carrying him when tactics and reason failed. Even those that tried to bleed him dry on the arena floor found his blood thicker than expected, enough of the Oro blood keeping him from bleeding easily enough for the arena fighters. Always forced to fight without armor, he would accumulate many scars where the scales failed to cover, or failed to protect at times. Yet, in time, he would find an opening after a particuraly nasty fight in the arena, killing the handler assigned to him by his mistress and owner, and escaping in the confusion as he used the fire breath of his lineage to melt the locks of those not confined in cells designed to resist such things. The ensuing revolt would be readily put down, of course, but the instigator was gone, and the man who was to control and watch him, stripped of useful possessions and mutilated. A simple message carved into his chest, something that Ansgar would live by during his wandering, regardless of the happenings of the world. Also serving as a gauntlet thrown to his owner, a dare that she come after him carved into the flesh of her confidant in controlling him.
"Unbound and Free"

Trivia

Ansgar has a rather intense fascination with all things technological, any chance he can get to get his hands on such things, he often spends much of his free time tinkering and manipulating the devices in question, to learn their inner workings. He would go to great lengths to get his hands on an Advanced Apparatus of any sort.

Dead or Alive
Name: Unknown
Height. 5'7
Race: Hybrid Dragonkin
Reward: 50,000 Fotian Coins
Poster: Vrondi Kingdom
Appearance sketch:

Dead or Alive
Reward: 50,000,000 Fotian Coins or equivalent in jewels.
Poster(s): Fotia, Tearianaris

Ziton the Seeker

Name: Ziton The Seeker
Height: 6'3
Race: Generic Descended
Appearance Sketch: (Details: Often seen with a boy said to AKA 'Baqar')

Aletheia the Candor

Dead or Alive
Reward: 30,000,000 Fotian coins or jewels in equivalent.
Poster(s): Vrondi, Tearianaris
Name: Aletheia Aka The Candor
Height: 6'0
Appearance sketch: (Details: Often seen with young accomplice aka Selene)