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The Unwanted. Superpowered RP with a hint of horror.

In a word: YES.

In two words: HELL. YES.

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Fer’ualtha

Her voice whispered the ancient command, signaling the golem to cease its course and stand guard in the meantime. S’varkas climbed the towering nearby tree, knotted with crisscrossing vines that travelled the length of the trunk, making it perfect for ease of ascension. Her eyes followed the small woodland creatures still running from the direction of what could be a whole lot of something.

Or, perhaps nothing?

“You'll be considered the City imbecile if you muck this one up.” She verbally reprimanded herself, continuing the climb to the highest branch, snorting slightly at the thought. “And then what? Cast out by your own people for lack of valid discernment between what's good and evil?”

She'd spent most of her life playing the good daughter, the loyal and honorable one whose concerns always fell on the welfare of her community and her father's wishes. Everything else seemed to matter very little, except now she sensed things were changing, and even her father's well hidden fears were beginning to surface each day of his rule.

S’varkas narrowed her eyes, trying to focus into the distant ground movement. Her sight was fading more often, especially at night, and it seemed that each time she would augment her vision with magic, her human sight would become slightly less sharp. It was a concern, nonetheless, but one that would have to wait. Two figures, no three? Humanoids? One of which appears to be…smoldering as he walked? She rubbed her eyes, hoping that they were playing tricks on her, but the scene still remained the same.

“Have the demon hordes begun their approach?”

She whispered, fear welling up inside her for the first time in a long time.

“Is this the beginning of the end?”

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S’varkas kept in the shadows cast by the canopy of trees and brush, watching as the magically imbued iron giant slashed and stomped its way through the thick vines, fallen dead trees, embedded boulders, and just about any other obstacle that was within its range. Twice the machine stopped, however, as one of it’s servos and pistons misfired and needed a quick calibration before continuing its intended course.

“Shit, I really need to repair you properly when we return.”

She mumbled and shook her head in disappointment, realizing that she’d had this beast for several years, and even the magic within can only do so much before it’s parts begin to decay from the dense moisture that the region can produce on it’s hottest days. Daylight was still hours away, however, and she had to get back soon before she was discovered yet again that she'd snuck out after the city-wide curfew went into effect. But she had to find out what was-

Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by several smaller nocturnal creatures running toward her direction, and past both her and the golem, without even an acknowledgement of their presence.

“Something has them rattled for sure, yeah?” She said, speaking to herself mostly, considering the metal golem understood little of her language save for a few commands in the old arcane tongue.

Sticking close to the thick brush, she continued trudging through the damp ground, careful not to hit a sinkhole or quicksand, which would be more than a bitch to get out of. A flick of her wrist and a whispered incantation created a shroud around her, which blended her body and scent with the surrounding plant life, creating a camouflage of sorts. This was sufficient for scouting and keeping distant enough from the prying eyes of most animals and strangers alike.

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@Americore I figure the distance is about a half mile (1 kilometer?) between S'varkas/Mech and the trio, but Viggo should have no issues hearing and/or feeling the huge lumbering mechs approach ;)

S'varkas on the other hand, you probably won't, at least not right away since she will be in hiding.

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An explosion from far in the distance, followed by a brief tremor that shook the trees, woke the girl from her unusually pleasant reverie, and had her instinctively brandishing a dagger ready to strike at an attacker who wasn’t even there.

“Bloody hells!”

Her heart beat in rapid successions as she leapt to her feet and stood on the thick, strong branch of the massive Tualang tree for a better view of the landscape. Past the blanketed treetops and beyond, a large cloud of black smoke rose above like a shadow over the area, obscuring much of the moonlight that washed onto the surface. The night became even darker then, and S’varkas knew the events transpiring just under two kilometers from her location would be the catalyst her father spoke of so many times before.

“I need to warn them! Wait! No I need to investigate to ensure this isn’t another false entry.”

The momentary thought of her last “warning” never failed to make it’s way into her head, as she once thought the demonic portal had flooded the land with legions of supernatural creatures, which turned out to be nothing in the end. It was something her father, the ruler of the human citadel, had looked down upon considering the amount of time and resources he’d wasted.

S’varkas slung her quarterstaff on her back and quickly descended the tall tree, her bare feet landing on the soft cool ground next to a rather large and remarkable construct made of various metals, miscellaneous gears, hoses, other scrapped parts. The machine stood approximately twenty feet tall, with an exceptionally wide torso and large cannon-sized arms, both made to crush and obliterate. It didn’t move until the girl’s voice command enabled it, and the machine sprang to life, walking forward on two smaller, less bulky legs.

Mech Golem

“Ok, let’s find out if we truly have company…”

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Thanks. Sorry, force of habit. I added the CS to the tab :)

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Name: S’varkas

Race: Human / Half-breed Witch

Class: Scout / Technomancer



Description: She's tall for an average human female, standing about 6ft, lean muscle, browned skin from the sun, tribal tattoos on her face, neck, and various areas on her body. Her black hair, shaved on one side and braided and knotted on the other from never having brushed it. Ritualistic and battle-worn scars of all sizes and shapes zigzag in scattered places across her skin, indicative of a person who sees far too much chaos.

Her leather armor is rather simple in design, and lacking in full protection to make way for more movement, as agility and speed are needed in the wilds of the jungle and beyond. She carries with her two small bone and iron daggers, stored well in a rear leather belt sheath held by sinew and twine. In addition, she carries a staff made of ashen wood and imbued with magical properties of defensive and offensive nature. Iron bandings are clasped firming at the top and bottom and various runic carvings adorn most of its length, with a thin layer of animal hide wrapped in the center.

Abilities:She was born with magic to a Warlock father and human mother, however, not as pure as one full born in the supernatural realm. S’varkas had to be tough and agile to survive in a world wrought with turmoil and destruction. Her swift nature and cunning made her a great scout, and her innate magic allowed her to develop a way to meld and blend with her surroundings, even to the point of hiding in plain sight.

Not necessarily the best warrior, however, she more than makes up for it by deception and distraction before making an escape, allowing her to live long enough to perhaps fight again.

Aside from physical attributes, she has an affinity for technological creations, especially those imbued with magical spells. Her knowledge of tech allows her to not only create, but also to repair as needed, perhaps even those she may come across that have been destroyed years ago by war and natural elements.

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Ok, here's my human character concept...

There is a story behind her "Warlock Father", but it's something that @Mae will need to agree to per the PM I sent :)

S'varkas (Human/Half-Breed Witch)

Name: S’varkas

Race: Human / Half-breed Witch

Class: Scout / Technomancer



Description: She's tall for an average human female, standing about 6ft, lean muscle, browned skin from the sun, tribal tattoos on her face, neck, and various areas on her body. Her black hair, shaved on one side and braided and knotted on the other from never having brushed it. Ritualistic and battle-worn scars of all sizes and shapes zigzag in scattered places across her skin, indicative of a person who sees far too much chaos.

Her leather armor is rather simple in design, and lacking in full protection to make way for more movement, as agility and speed are needed in the wilds of the jungle and beyond. She carries with her two small bone and iron daggers, stored well in a rear leather belt sheath held by sinew and twine. In addition, she carries a staff made of ashen wood and imbued with magical properties of defensive and offensive nature. Iron bandings are clasped firming at the top and bottom and various runic carvings adorn most of its length, with a thin layer of animal hide wrapped in the center.

Abilities:She was born with magic to a Warlock father and human mother, however, not as pure as one full born in the supernatural realm. S’varkas had to be tough and agile to survive in a world wrought with turmoil and destruction. Her swift nature and cunning made her a great scout, and her innate magic allowed her to develop a way to meld and blend with her surroundings, even to the point of hiding in plain sight.

Not necessarily the best warrior, however, she more than makes up for it by deception and distraction before making an escape, allowing her to live long enough to perhaps fight again.

Aside from physical attributes, she has an affinity for technological creations, especially those imbued with magical spells. Her knowledge of tech allows her to not only create, but also to repair as needed, perhaps even those she may come across that have been destroyed years ago by war and natural elements.

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Looks like fun!

Any chance that I could create one of the "unknown humans" that the supernatural beings eventually encounter?

I was thinking a scout of sorts, with the ability to meld with the forest/hide in the shadows, etc, which would be perfect for spying on the new arrivals ;)

The Unwanted. Superpowered RP with a hint of horror.

@DarkwolfX37

Have you sorted out a post to intro Violet? We haven't used the mine yet so you could also have the group find her.

Maybe Jennifer hears her calling out...