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Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

~| Day 2, 8:55- 9:00 GST |~
~| Aboard the Kaggath, Sith Halls |~

Zanna was only slightly aware of Jayda's troubles, given the Zabrak's pause before finally following her. She was too unnerved by the feeling of the Darkside in that room to care much, however, and simply kept walking. Her mind went over and over what could have left such a mark in the Force, without anyone noticing their arrival and exit. The answers she kept coming up with were...less than pleasant. There's an unknown on this ship. I hate dealing with unknowns. She thought, fists clenching slightly in frustration. She needed access to a lab. Then at least, she could start working with her alchemy to help protect herself, and start forcing the prisoners to acknowledge their emotions. Whether they wanted too or not. The only lab on the ship belongs to Darth Nyiss. Which means I have to talk to her and ask her if I can use her lab. That was...an interesting proposition. Certainly not as unnerving as staying in that room and potentially meeting whatever had killed the last owner of her newest lightsaber, but she would have to be very careful. Darth's weren't known for their generosity.

Zanna was drawn from her musing by the newest Jedi prisoner making another remark. Zanna merely gave a cold smile. Jokes like that would only last so long.

Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

You're up @Themerlinhawk! *enjoys jiggling people a bit too much...*

@Fallenreaper

Don't worry. Sish has the great equalizer. A lightsaber.

Our last march - High Casual (Open)

"Come this way, honored Odysseus."

I imagine the great lie. Creatures that can promise their prey everything, but leave them with nothing. Great hunters skilled at taking the lives of any creature. ;)

Any questions PM me, this goes to everyone. As im off to bed for the night i might not be able to answer a question here in earnest, but i am always open for a chat in a private message!

@Nariata

Annnnnnnd done with both CS and Race Sheet.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Spoiled? Lyn. Nooooo.

Our last march - High Casual (Open)

If the name 'Siren' means what i think, then you have my excitement.

I will be bringing in a new Human Sub-Race with my character as well, so look for that to go live ASAP.

@Nariata

What do you think it means? :p And I look forward to it.

Our last march - High Casual (Open)

Rhian

When life has a madman's soldiers carve out your eyes, you make a new way to see, put gemstones in the sockets, and go join an army to bring him down. What do you do when that army fails, its leader captured, a dragon and horrors chasing you? I'm still working on that.

Name: My name is Rhian Siofra

Gender:I am quite obviously female

Race: Siren (Too be approved.)

Appearance: I stand at five foot five inches, with brown hair. I don't have any eyes. All that's left is scarred holes where the Mad King's forces carved them out. On the other hand, if I am ever required to take off my Seer's mask I simply put in specially made and shaped gems. Specifically, Topaz, Garnet, and Amethyst. I like to put in the Garnets, just to unnerve people. After all, who likes staring into bloodred eyes?

Personality: Optimistic, pig headed, annoyingly cheerful, surprisingly strict, all these things have been used to describe me. When I lost my eyes, I could have just gone down into depression or given into rage like my sister and become a Banshee, slaughtering the Mad King's soldiers. I did neither. I remained cheerful, crafted my new sight, and focused on healing and helping people survive the horrors of war. Well, the horrors after the war is lost, in recent times.

History: I was born into a Siren caravan, like every Siren, with my twin sister. For the most part, our life was relatively normal. We'd go from place to place, avoiding the war whenever we could. We had never helped any one side in a war, so why should we start now? As we traveled and grew up, I was taught the fine art of the Soother. I wanted to help and heal people, so what better skills to learn? My sister, on the other hand, was far more combative, and was being taught the ways of the Banshee.

Of course, everything changed when we stopped at Four Stones, a known gathering place for Sirens. The Mad King's forces attacked, and killed everyone but me and my sister. They cut her throat and carved out my eyes. I remember very little of the event itself. Pain, rage, terror mainly. When I awoke I was alone and in total blackness. They say my sister had disappeared. I'm not sure how long I remained bed ridden before I began to use finesse to craft my special sight, nor am I sure how long it took me to craft the sight, bit by bit, stopping to make sure I didn't kill myself in the process.

It worked, obviously, as now I can see everything in an 'aura' vision. Every color is displayed across my blackness as a soft glow. The sea is soft blue, the dirt soft brown, so on so forth. I am able to tell if something is evil, like a shambler by their soft black glow, or good, like the King Baelnorn by his soft golden glow. Alas, I cannot see through walls with this vision, but darkness has no power over me. You could trap me in a pitch black room and I would still see an notice everything clearly. In addition I can choose to not perceive some things and still see beyond them if they are touching my head or the area around my eyes. Like my mask, for example. I can see clearly around me as if I wasn't wearing it, simply because my aura vision does not perceive it and thinks it does not exist.

With this new vision, I gathered my things (I had precious few items. My Seer's mask, my clothing, and my harp.) and went to join King Baelnorn's army against the Mad King. Not for vengeance, you must understand, but to ensure others don't end up as crippled as I was.

Equipment:

-Basic medical supplies, so I don't have to waste my magic healing minor wounds

-Harp. I must confess, creating lyrics is difficult and something I don't do often, but I can accompany my harp with wordless Siren songs and that often seems to be enough.

-My Seer's mask (see the image given)

Other: I am a skilled Soother, know medical skills to patch up people without magic, I know a few good songs for regular singing, and I'm a fair hand at the harp.

Sirens

Culture: Contrary to popular belief, Sirens do not spend all of their time preying upon other races, drawing them to a watery grave with promises of whatever they desire. Or at least, those of them that do don't do it in a watery grave. Indeed, now that they're doomed to be on the mainland with all the other races, most Siren's agree it is not beneficial to prey upon everything that walks or sails by anymore. However, most of them still have a prejudice against males, only beginning to entertain the idea that males can be used for more than breeding and fighting. Because of this belief, and their singing, Sirens tend to be very....open. Sex, death, religion, whatever the topic an average Siren will quite willingly tell you all about their knowledge, experience, and opinion on it. They're a very chatty race.

A race whose greatest asset is their singing, Siren's put a great deal of weight and respect into how well you can sing, how much control you have over your magic, and your eyes. A Siren's eyes are just as compelling as her voice and naturally those with the prettier and more compelling eyes, better voice, and better control, will get more respect than those who don't. Generally it goes, in terms of those with most respect: Magic control, singing, and then eyes. Ever since the loss of their homeland, they have preferred to be a neutral race, often choosing no sides and helping everyone or no one.

Siren's put a great deal of weight in artifacts an objects from the past, be it weaponry, carved and bejeweled bones, coins, whatever it is, they revere and value them. Especially if they were used by the ancient Seers (those Sirens who could use their singing to see the future). They say they are connected to the Gods. It should be noted, Siren's never name their Gods. There is no God of Light, Death, Life, or even Singing. There are no rituals to pray to the Gods. The Gods are simply there.

Because of their distinct lack of their own homeland, and as a result their habits of travelling around in large groups, Sirens are more comfortable and generally safe feeling in a group. They'll do whatever they can to help and protect the group they joined, and only in extreme circumstances abandon or betray it.

History: For the first several centuries of their existence, Sirens lived on a chain islands, far off from the mainland. There they gave rise to the legends. They'd lure in ships and sailors with their singing, and what that singing promised. The male sailors would be kept to breed with, to inevitably create new female Sirens, the female sailors kept around for entertainment by the Sirens who preferred them to the men.

Some unknown catastrophe put an end to that. There is no lore amongst the Sirens about what happened to their home islands, they merely know that they were forced to live on the mainland and that when they settled here amongst the other races, no more Seers were born to their race. Some claim that this was the first act of the Mad King, others punishment from some divine force for the Siren's years of luring men and women into slavery. Still others claim it was a civil war between the Sirens, and the side with the Seers on it lost. No matter the cause, the Sirens were no longer protected from the wrath of their victims by an ocean, and had to change their ways as such. Most of them did, at any rate.

After a few rocky years, the Sirens managed to become a stable part of the world. A people with no homeland, wandering throughout that world. Sirens have never joined on one side of a war. They've either stayed neutral, or offered their services too both sides. That system worked, until recently. The Mad King attacked a large and well known gathering place of Sirens, killing all but two of the children, teenagers. One girl had her throat slit and then healed, taking away her ability to speak and, more importantly, sing. The other had her eyes carved out. Both were left alive, perhaps as a warning to intimidate the Sirens into joining the Mad King. Instead, it enraged them. For the first time in recorded history, the Sirens marched to war as a unified nation.

Then of course, all hell broke loose, a dragon rose, and most of the Sirens on the battlefield died with the soldiers they had stayed with, singing to keep their courage and strength up.

Notable Racial Traits:

-Singing. Even without using magic to enhance their singing, Sirens have beautiful voices by any one's standard. They are able to sing their natural, wordless, song indefinitely, without pausing for a breath.

-Compelling eyes. Something about a Siren's eyes are alluring. Every race finds themselves drawn to look at them, and trust whatever the Siren is saying. Naturally, most everybody is aware of this threat now, and is resisting even before meeting a Siren's eyes, making this ability largely useless.

-Natural swimmers. A relic of when they lived on islands, Sirens can move through water as easily as they walk on land.

-Long lived. Sirens live typically up to five hundred years.

Magic: One thing to immediately note about Siren magic is that it is very much a support magic. It has a very limited offensive capability.

Siren magic is activated through song, be it the wordless Siren song, or the songs other races have created. With Siren songs, the user has two options. They (if they are a Siren) can go on indefinitely, making their spell more and more complex or powerful. However, as soon as the spell ends the price is drawn from the wielder's body. Energy is taken and if you let a song go beyond your limits, you will die. Nothing will happen, and the wielder will simply drop dead to the ground. The other option is to gradually use up their energy, able to end it at anytime.

For example, a healing spell can either be built up to heal all wounds and injuries of a group immediately, or the Siren can gradually heal the wounds of one person.

Siren magic (if it is wordless) can be identified, to a certain degree, by the sound the user is making.

Offensive: Since offensive spells are required to be quick, and by nature Siren magic is not quick at all (at least if you want to be accurate in any way, shape, or form. One could speak a quick rhyme, such as 'Fire, bringer of light. Fire, join this fight!'. However, it would be completely random what the spell did then. It could hit your enemy. Or you could burst into flames.), there is only one relatively assured way to use Siren magic offensively. Screaming. Wielders of Siren magic who are screaming, the sound clawing at the ears of whoever is listening, can wield the sound waves like a weapon. They can increase it until it hits like a solid object, or direct it so it pierces the eardrums of a specific enemy, causing agony.

Defensive: A Siren mage who is using this magic will have an unnaturally deep tone of voice. They can either create a shimmering shield around them and their allies, a wall of elements, whatever the situation requires.

Finesse: This magic is used for many things, but all of them are subtle and delicate. A Siren using this magic has a high, pure voice. This is the magic sailors heard all those years ago, and this is the magic that drew them to their dooms. It can be used for a variety of things, creating illusions to draw enemies away (or victims closer), healing, manipulation of the elements (most notably used for architecture) or a variety of buffs (an increase in energy, courage, strength, speed, etc.)

A brief list of Siren specialties.

-Soother: A Siren mage who specializes in Finesse, specifically buffing and healing her allies in combat.

-Banshee: A Siren mage who specializes in Offense.

-Huntress: Those Sirens who have clung to the old ways, and specialize in luring enemies to their dooms.

-Architect: A Siren who specializes in using Finesse to raise and design buildings.

-Fortress: A Siren who specializes in Defense.

Our last march - Interest check

My only two questions, currently, are:

Magic. Is there any set system? If not, can we create our own magic?

Tech. How advanced? Early guns or no, basically.

Our last march - Interest check

Interested. I'll have questions tomorrow.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Althalus

Althalus gave as good and formal of a goodbye as he could with the giant half-elf dragging him backwards through the crowd, fervently hoping Alaira hadn't just gotten him involved in a fight with no less than three master mages. Fortunately for the both of them Lan simply gave a sad little smile, and waved goodbye. As he was finally released, Althalus made dramatic and completely unnecessary show of dusting himself off. "I realize that you're much stronger than I am, but do you have to do that? I would have followed perfectly well on my own." He couldn't help but give a smile up at Alaira as she offered, well he was generous in saying offered, to go with him to make sure nothing bad happened.

"Thank you, but I can't let you come along for two reasons: It's going to be incredibly private, and as much as I would love to tell you all about my bloody past, I won't and Mar won't like it either. The point is to get her to open up at this point, not close down. The second reason is that you need to report to Uicle and we definitely don't want him sending Golems to kick down the Den door and find us. I'll be fine. My dodging skills, as you've well noted, are very good. While I doubt Mar will get like that again, I'll be ready for it. Have fun! I'm sure there's someone here you could challenge to a duel and then subsequently beat them into something that only vaguely resembles it's original shape."

Althalus gave an extravagant bow, a wink, and then immediately turned and left, heading towards the Den.

Grey

The voice snorted, a mixture of amusement and disdain filling it's tone. How long have I been gone from the world, that even mortals don't know how their God forged weapons work? Take me to this Tyrael, if you require a demonstration.

Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

~|Day 2, 8:26-8:34 |~

~|Aboard the Kaggath, Prison Complex (Medical Area)|~

Sish raised an eyebrow at the Kel Dor standing in front of him, his own force strength blocking the telekinetic attacks. For a brief moment, he felt a tug on his cybernetic eye, pulling it back into his skin. Then his own force defenses kicked in again, and pushed it back. Presumably, that was the other Jedi who had gotten involved. Seeing as the attack came from behind him, in the same direction of the snake like voice. Sish watched as the Twi'lek darted into the turbolift, taking the panel off. He wasn't going to move until he was sure of where his prey was, and what she was doing. Slowly, as more taunts and insults were slung at him, Sish moved till he could see all of the Jedi and the latest Sith to join, his back towards a medical bay wall. "Worry not," He called out to the snake like figure noticed only out of his peripheral vision. "I don't plan on crippling anyone aside from those who get in my way. Currently, that is the Kel Dor. Also, could you send a team down her to fix the turbolift? The Twi'lek seems to have tampered with it, and I doubt it works anymore."

Sish looked at the Kel Dor, the biggest threat and biggest disappointment. Sish had expected something more. An attack, an attempt at intimidating silence, pushing the Twi'lek out of his way, anything. But no, the jedi was falling back on what essentially amounted to childish taunting in an attempt to distract him, or goad him into making a mistake. "You disappoint me, Jedi. I expected more than a few paltry attacks and insults any child could make. Clever to try and go for my pride. Useless, much like your defense of the Twi'lek, but clever. However, I grow tired of your games. I'm going to take the girl. We're going to leave through the other turbolift. How many limbs you have by the end of that, and how much pain she goes through when I get her, is up to you." Sish reached out with the Force and choked Shiri, yanking the Twi'lek towards him with enough force to hopefully knock over the Kel Dor. His body was filled with Force Speed, ready to act should she try to dodge around him again. As soon as she was within range he'd grab her.