Rune_Alchemist

:: Dragon Heart ::

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For the most part, Ceri kept quiet as she usually did, content to follow along behind Mis as she posed the question of the other peoples abilities. That was indeed something to think about. She wasn't too sure about the others herself, either. She had worked with Mis a lot before, so she was confident she could work with her well enough, but as much as she liked Flavia and Anna she wasn't sure how well she could work with them.

"...uhm, uhm." Ceri stuttered quietly. This was actually a pretty good job suited to her, wasn't it? "I could...sneak in and take a look...?" Aside from her generally quiet and unassuming nature, her robe helped protect her from magical detection as well. It certainly wasn't perfect, but she was confident in herself enough to not get seen...and her running abilities should she be seen.

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I definitely enjoyed your character. She was an interesting read, @Rune_Alchemist.

She's definitely a cute little mischievous royal fairy. I have a feeling that she won't be like being called Old, good thing she's a good liar then. XD

@Landaus Five-One

Note the 'Also puts her own foot in her mouth a lot' part.

She will definitely cause a lot of trouble, but I doubt anyone is going to think she's as old as she is considering she behaves more like a spoiled brat than an adult, heh.

Unheroic: The Fish and The Falls [Closed]

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Everyone was still talking. About magic, their own realms and where they came from. It all just...defied her own understanding of things. Magic did not exist before the black tower fell, and the second fell from the sky. Even then, no one in Ivorthain could use it. Some had tried, obviously. Reverse engineering it, but they lacked the basic understanding of how it even worked and they eventually came to the conclusion - humans in Ivorthain, could not use it. Seeing humans and other creatures here use it, simply did not make sense.

"Sir Pox," Lia turned to the doctor as he quickly decided to scout ahead. "Allow me to assist you. I am not exactly stealthy, but I am durable."

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@Ithradine

And I give you a fairy bard. Do tell if there are problems. Hope ya don't mind me throwing some Irish in here xD

Tania Dearcadh

Name:
Tania Dearcadh

Appearance:
Not even a foot tall, and weighing in at just six pounds, Tania is a fairly typical example of her kind. Small and overall physically unimpressive, while boasting extremely powerful magical aptitude. The small fey creature has beautiful porcelain colored skin, flawlessly made and free of any natural blemishes. Her blue eyes sparkle with an impish mischievousness, and her mouth often is turned up in a suggestively playful smirk or grin. Her white hair is typically kept short, and tied neatly into a pony tail with her elfin ears easily noticeable. Beautiful blue butterfly like wings extend from her back, usually fluttering idly in boredom.

As for clothing, Tania is a lover of luxury and fine silks. Her typical wear consists of a simple and elegant sleeveless black dress with a low cut in the back to make room for her wings. Fine silk gloves are worn on her hands, decorated with frills and lace, with her heels and stockings following a similar style.

When grown to a larger size, she stands at a simple five foot three, and maintains her proportions and other traits.

Age:
112

Race:
Aetheri

Personality:
A hedonistic, selfish little imp who likes harassing elves in all the worst ways.

Tania at her core is a selfish, crass little thing that has a tendency to shove her foot in her mouth. Born from a noble lineage, she has that stereotypical nobility attitude that yes, she is indeed, better than all of you and she wants you to know it. Proud, mildly vain, and more than a little arrogant she's difficult for a lot of people to put up with. Not to mention her seeming constant need to make fun of people. As one might expect, this often ends up with her not having much of a social life. Or friends. Or people willingly associating with her. Not that she minds. Loneliness isn't something she feels.

Better to be alone, than with people who don't accept her.

A bit of a jokester and prankster, Tania goes out of her way to get a laugh at the expense of others with benign pranks. Doodling on someones face with ink, swapping someones expensive ring with a fake one. Putting alcohol in someones non-alcoholic beverage. Those sort of harmless impish pranks that she thinks are pure genius. She has a tendency to latch on quite quickly to anyone who puts up with both her attitude and pranks.

On the more positive side, the Fairy is a bundle of positivity and encouragement. A lover of life and pretty much everyone around her, Tania is quick to befriend and grow to like people. Especially if they're the sad or depressive sort - those really irritate her. You're alive, so live goddamn it! She dislikes morose or melancholic people, and will often do what she thinks is best to cheer them up. Her methods can be a little...harsh, but she likes to think they're the most effective.

Often times likes telling stories, embellished with her illusion magic.

History:
Born 112 years ago to Aetheri nobles Mab and Finvarra Dearcadh, in a hidden Aetheri city in Crimmole, Tania was their first child of three, Tania has had a rather difficult life due to the circumstances surrounding her birth and the abilities she has natural attunement for. Illusions. The art of mischief and deception, rather than the natural elements the Aetheri are known for. A trait that was evident very early in her life, and quickly earned her a place on the fringes of Aetheri society.

Most of her early life consisted of being alone, her parents more or less content to ignore her and let her do as she pleased, as long as she didn't get into too much trouble. The only hard rule, was that she wasn't allowed to practice her illusions. It was seen as unnatural, or at least unpleasant and not something to be done in good company. Being a child of course, she didn't entirely understand, but she complied with her parents wishes for some time. But with such a long leash and the only involvement her parents having in her life being the occasional fancy dinner, eventually something was bound to happen.

The first occasion was when she was playing with other kids, and she accidentally created the image of fire on one of them after one of them made a snide comment about her affinity. She was harshly reprimanded for such an act, and confined to her room for a week. The second was when she knowingly and willfully used her illusions to cause the illusion of a small puppet of her father to mock him after getting in trouble. That went well. Several smaller incidents occurred, and most were accidents. Slips of the tongue, control, what have you.

Bored one night, the Aetheri sneaked out of her room to cause some small mischief. Take a few cookies from the cookie jar, so to speak. She hadn't intended to do anything more, but something caught her interest. The sound of singing, music, laughing and...dancing? Coming from right outside her house, no less! Tania was immediately enthralled, the enchanting sounds causing her to forget what she even left her home for in the first place.

A festival! That's what this was! There was singing, dancing, and all sorts of things going on! A friendly looking fey was even telling stories! She was completely enthralled by the atmosphere. The setting, the scenes. All of it. Compared to the seeming stuffiness of her home, the festival was amazing! She spent hours there that night, among the other commoner Aetheri. Listening to stories - oh and the singing! This is definitely where she developed a love of singing and the arts. She wanted to help him tell his stories, too! She tried using her illusions to try and bring his tales to more life! But it wasn't something they seemed to like, either. Dejected, Tania returned home to angry parents, and her little acts of mischief began growing worse and worse, and her parents had no idea how to deal with any of it.

After a particularly heated argument when she was seventeen, Tania left her home, heading into the thick forest surrounding the hidden city for some peace and quiet. It was there, she met an Elf. A rather funny, clumsy High Elf who seemed to favor a large claymore and heavier armor over her kinds traditional magic and agility. The perfect target for some mischief. Except, when she performed the mischief, the Elf simply laughed, seemingly both amused with both her and her illusions.

Tania didn't know how to respond. No one had ever told her anything positive before. Needless to say, the two hit it off and became fast friends. The two often met up in the forest, over the course of the next decade or so. Happiest ten years of Tania's life, if she had to say. The first actual friendship she had, and they two have more or less been together ever since. The elf was apparently from a commoner family, and he had no talent in magic and was too much of a klutz to have anything dealing with her races supposed natural agility - so hehad decided to do what she could. And that was learn the use of sword and armor.

When the elf said they were leaving to join a group of mercenaries as a soldier, Tania came with her. Didn't tell her parents or whoever where she was even going. Just upped and left. She had no attachments to that place anyways. Her brothers and sisters, despite how well she got along with them didn't need her for anything. The others in her family certainly didn't.

When they both decided the merc life, wasn't for them, they decided to study in Altamea. They separated here, for some time. The elf quickly realized no amount of magic study could help, but Tania was fascinated all the same and quickly took to studies. After she graduated, the two met back up and became simple travelers. Albeit, well equipped travels and one of them with a very strong sense of justice.

This naive sense of justice, would eventually separate them.

Stupid argument over something stupid. Involving some demons, undead, and a cult. The elf couldn't overlook them, even if she wasn't a paladin or some divine warrior. Tania told her it was stupid, that they'd get hurt. They should actually go get help from people that should actually handle this sort of thing, but the elf refused. Unable to leave her alone, Tania went with them to try and help as best she could, but to what end? Tania doesn't know.

There was a fight. She remembers that much, she got slammed with a spell, protecting that elf. The spell nearly killed her, collapsing a part of the cave. What happened to the elf and the rest of the cult? She doesn't know, but she has the feeling it turned out alright in the end. That stupid, naive, adorable elf would be too stubborn to let something like that kill her.

In the end, she's spent the last five years looking for her. Perhaps she'll find her among the sanctuary while she takes a break from life...

For now she'll take it easy. Maybe cause some mischief. Relax a bit and not take life too seriously.

Magic:
Manipulation:
Alteration & Illusion

An odd quirk, perhaps due to some rare lineage, Tania doesn't have the typical Aetheri Affinity for elemental magics. Rather she has been blessed with a potent affinity for Illusions, and some minor skills with Alteration. This has caused her no end of trouble in her life, as among the Aetheri this is considered both a rare, and unwelcome trait. Even so, coupled with the Aetheri's natural talent for magic she has set about refining her skill to impressive lengths.

Illusion: Master
As far as her abilities for illusion based magics go, she typically uses it as a visual trick. Hiding the fact she's an Aetheri for one, and tricking people into thinking she's a kid so she can get free stuff or otherwise get away with some small mischief. Other applications include messing with ones sense of direction, causing sensory effects and other similar effects.

Illusion Spells

Aside from small cantrips related to the schools of illusion, such as creating auditory hallucinations, or small time visual tricks such as conjuring up a small fake object in her hand, she has a few more specialized spells developed after some years of research.

Féin bréagach - A spell developed specifically to create an illusory copy of the user. The copy, for all intents and purposes, is exactly like the caster in every shape and form. It however, cannot be physically interacted with. Touching it will reveal it to be an illusion unless combined with other illusion spells to give the sensation of tactile feedback.

Mearbhall - a simple spell that confuses the victims senses. Alters their perception of the world so that left becomes right, and up becomes down. To put simply, one will think they are going the right direction, when in reality they should run face first into a wall or swing their weapon in the opposite direction. While potent, the spells effects only last a handful of seconds until the mind starts catching up.

Seachmall - A fairly standard spell. Creates a visual illusion of some sort. The smaller and less complex, obviously the easier it shall be to use.

Bréag - A small spell that simply creates a false sensation of some sort. Examples includes a burning sensation, the feeling of wind, tickling the back of someones neck. Combine with other spells to create more complex illusions or effects. Giving an illusion actual tactile feedback, for example. Example: Bréag Seachmall would create a stationary illusion, such as a wall, with actual tactile feedback. The spell aims to prey on the mortal minds rigid view of reality.

Such tactile feedback is however, obviously false as well. While as long as no one checks incredibly hard the illusion will hold, a thorough investigation as well as a perceptive mind would be able to tell the falsities.

Briseadh Am - A complex spell that creates an effect that messes with a persons perception of time. When active, it effectively makes her look like she's moving faster than she is, while in reality you are just perceiving things slower, and thus simply moving slower yourself. However, the spells only effects things in a ten foot radius around her and anyone looking in would be able to easily see the trickery.

Cluiche Luas - A spell similar to Féin bréagach, but of a more personal sort. It creates brief, false 'images' of the person. The spell in effect, simply creates a double that occupies the same space Tania, doing exactly the same thing she does, but before or after she actually moves. Determining which one is actually her, requires either a perceptive mind, the ability to see through illusions, or luck.

Ná dearmad - the bread and butter of illusion spells. Invisibility, of sorts, though this spell is more of a perception dulling effect that makes others simply fail to take notice of the users presence until they are either seen, or the person in question were already aware of their presence.

Alteration: Novice
Recently having found she is able to channel Alteration Magics, Tania is eager to try and explore this path, though she's made little progress. You can be certain she'll use it for mischief.

Skills:
Aetheri Fencing
While it is unarguable that the Aetheri are a physically weak race, it should be no surprise that some of them at least, have taken interest in martial abilities. While not useful against the likes of larger races, learning how to use their weak frames and smaller statures to their advantage in close quarters is the basics of Aetheri Fencing. Tania has been practicing since she could flutter her wings, and knows how to easily deflect, redirect, and otherwise protect herself from blows with her rapier when fighting on even terms as a human.

Aetheri Songstress
Being royalty, she was trained in many forms of higher arts - her favorite, is that of song. Possessing both an enchanting voice, and the ability for illusions she was quite popular in certain Aetheri circles before she left. Doesn't mind putting on a show every now and then, either.

Deception
The key to any good illusionist. Deception. Being able to lie and get away with it, something Tania thinks she does quite well. While it can be called into question sometimes, there's no mistaking she can tell a good story.

Education
Tania loves magic. Plain and simple. She spent some years in Altamea studying, and is a graduate student of 𝙻𝚞𝚜𝚘 𝙿𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚎. While there she went to great lengths to both understand many aspects of magic, be it theory, practice, or anything else. Knows how to read, write, and speak several different languages.

Musician
Tania is able to play a variety of instruments with some skill, from drums, string instruments, to flutes.

Extra:
N/A

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@Ithradine

Would it be possible for an Aetheri to be attuned to Illusion? Or otherwise naturally learn to perform such magics? I was thinking about playing a prankster sort of pixie type of fey that's the black sheep of some Aetheri Royal family. If not, that's fine. Just want to consider my options.

EDIT: Oh, and another thing. When you say they can 'grow in size' for a short time, is that the size of your average human?

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@Ithradine
Huhm

I suppose I could throw my hat into this. Seems like a pretty neato dark fantasy setting.

I think I'll make an Aetheri. You got any specific lore on them? And how long would they typically live?

Tabrasa\- Born of Chaos.

Well I'm going to cut off that post right there before it gets any longer. I'll get part two up either tomorrow or the next day and wrap this up finally.

Tabrasa\- Born of Chaos.

~~The Illuminator~~

Location:
White Dawn

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The snow crunched under her feet as she walked. It was an odd feeling, having so much in her head. It made her giggle. The gift of knowledge was both a burden and a curse. Ah if only they could all see it, too. She wanted to share it. Wanted to give it to them. Wanted to teach. Enlighten. That was what she was here for now, after all. That was her mission. Her job. To be a gate to the Library and teach the mortals.

She paused, her steps carrying her to the edge of the village. A cold wind blew past, carrying with it the smell of freshly cooked deer and fruits from the forest. Failing their planned sacrifice, they had quickly put together something else it seemed. She knew what they were doing well. A feast to honor the pilgrims. Mere fools, they were. They learned nothing. They took it as a sign Lazhria wasn't suitable. That the Illuminator wanted another mind. A greater mind as perceived by them. But no, the Kadisht would not volunteer himself. A coward, but that was fine.

The Library had use, even for those.

Silently, she began walking again. Past the huts the people lived in, the night easily hiding her from any prying eyes should there be any. Slow and purposeful was her steps, yet not slow enough to let think she was aimlessly walking as she weaved through the shadows until she came to the beach where the bonfire was burning brightly. Crowded around it, sitting comfortably in a circle on mats and rugs of animal fur were all the residents of White Dawn. The Kadisht was easy to find, his bright dyed red furs easy to pick out...and the one with the largest amount of food in front of him.

"Are we really sending Cxatha?" Standing at the edge, she could hear the conversation he was having with one of the Lloi's. She leaned closer, a frown forming. Just seeing them angered her.

"There is little to be done. He is the brightest and must be sent. The Illuminator wills it." The Kadisht replied. Oh did he now? La-Zha's frown turned back into a smile. Oh how ignorantly wrong they were. Did they ever even know what the Illuminator wanted? Perhaps in the past, when he first revealed themselves to these people, but if they did they had long forgotten it, it seemed.

Some more conversation. Whispering to the Lloi beside him. What were they saying, in such hushed tones? Her ears couldn't reach, but she knew anyways. Cxatha. Son of one of the Lloi's. A Lloi of which, seemed to disagree. How droll. They planned trickery. To let him leave, but only for a few days before returning saying that reaching the wall was impossible. Pathetic. Had they not sworn, to pursue knowledge above all else? They were letting petty things such as emotions get in the way.

She began walking closer as the Kadisht took a stand. No one would notice her just yet, because she didn't want them too. A little trick of the mind, so they would simply fail to notice her.

"Brothers," The Kadisht began. "Sisters! Friends. The Illuminator has blessed us once more with a year of enlightenment, well being and luxury." Hah...how pathetically false. La-Zha smiled as she arrived at the fur rug he was standing on. She took a seat next to him, grabbing a rather juicy looking deer leg from a bone plate in front of him as he continued. "But as with every year...progress demands sacrifice. Since the first generation we have always honored the White Stars missive. Send a single person to the wall, so that the Library may welcome them." He had started walking by now, making a slow circle around the bonfire so that he could see each and everyone here. "We had planned for a suitable sacrifice in his name - one of the weak of minded, given to the Lord of Knowledge so that he may enlighten them in death." His red colored robes fluttered lightly in the cold breeze of the sea. "But our plans were hindered. Bryyre is a traitor, and Lazhria is to be henceforth exiled from White Dawn, should she ever find her way back here she is to be killed." Walking to a tall, lanky looking boy with sharp features he placed a gentle hand on their shoulder. "In her stead, we must make another. Cxatha, you will go to the wall and make the journey in her stead."

"I would be honored, Kadisht. Anyone would, for the chance to visit the Library. I shall redeem us for the ignorance of that child."

"You shall be recorded in the histories as a Saint, Cxatha." La-Zha merely smiled as she tore another piece of meet off the leg of the deer. She had almost eaten all of it. She hadn't realized how hungry she had been. Or was it something else? She didn't spend too long thinking about it. "But without further ado, we shall begin the festivities! Come, Cxatha."

clap

A small cheer erupted among the populace, the first slow one going unheard.

clap

The second broke through the loud cheers, a piercing thunderclap, silencing them within seconds.

clap

The Kadisht turned slowly, not understanding what had just happened. How had she gotten so close? Without anyone seeing?

clap

"La...Lazhria?" His voice was unsteady as La-Zha smiled up at him from her seat, a bone, picked clean of all of the meat on it held lightly in her hands. "How did...how are you-?!" Silence befell the Lloi's and the hunters. How had they not seen her?

"Surprised?" La-Zha's smile never faded as she waved the bone lazily in the air. Something about the way she moved seemed unnatural. Her joints didn't seem to bend right. "Thought I died or something? Took Bryyre on a wild snow hare chase?" She chuckled lightly, chewing lightly on the bone. The fire crackled in silence. "Well, I did. Sort of. He's no longer with us but he made quite the lovely paint."

Silence.

"Nothing to say? And here I thought talking was the only thing you were good at." Slowly, she stood, her voice dry and humorless as she responded. "That was quite the speech you gave. I have to wonder why you gave the same one the year before. Oh, and how incredibly false it was as well. Lord Iva? Bless your small mind with anything? How arrogant." La-Zha stepped closer, the Kadisht took a step back. Something primal, something was telling him he should flee. Something was wrong.

"Ah, he even knows it." The Kadisht stumbled backwards, heat from the bonfire against his back. "You know what you've done. You know your insults well, don't you? I can see it aaaaaalllll in the dark corners of your mind where you try and hide it." Her voice had odd disjointedness to it as she spoke, it was dry and almost monotone. The rest of the others gathered seemed entirely unsure on what to do. Some of the hunters simply watched.

"I-I don't know how you got back here so easily." He seemed to be calming himself down after her sudden interruption. "Or what nonsense you speak of. Has the Illuminator taken your wits, girl?" He seemed to be ignoring or not noticing her obvious inhuman qualities now. That was fine, and expected.

"No no, he has given me more wits than you will ever have!" An amused chuckle. "Not that you have any to begin with..."

"Insolent...!" He glared at her, but before he could say anything else she interrupted him once more.

"Afraid, Kadisht?" She was so close now. Close enough he could smell a slightly antiseptic smell coming from her.

"Of what?"

"Of being discovered. What Lord Iva will do now that you've offended him?"

"I've done no such thing." He scoffed. "I've led this village to prosperity with his blessing!"

"Then why, oh why have you done nothing but but fatten yourself?"

"I've done no such thing!"

"Have you not? Am I wrong? Are we wrong? He says we're wrong. There is one way, to find out Kadisht. Knowledge above all else. That's what we want. Throw yourself into the bonfire." By now some of the other people had gotten to their feet, most were understandably confused, but did nothing. Unable to decide what they should do.

Poor little fish. So used to being led around, not thinking for themselves.

"I am under no obligation to listen to the deranged mind of a mad woman!" He spat.

"Ah, no? You won't? So we're right then? Of course we are. I know all that there is, and all that there can be. I know your mind, Kadisht. Your selfish, rotten, putrid mind...If you refuse your role so easily...then I shall simply take it."

Re: Zero: The High Council

~Chieko Okawa~

Hero's District, Priestella
Death count: 1
Reset Count: 2

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One instant she had been outside with Wisp and Aki, the next she was back with the others.

What happened? Time had seemed to freeze, and with a blink she was brought back to an earlier point in the day when she had met everyone else and had made the decision to go with Aer to get identification. Did she die? She didn't think she did. Chieko frowned. Then what had happened? Did the reset not happen just because of death? Her death? Everyone's death? Someone else's death, then? Ashton and Flame were busy conversing with Aer and trying to get someone to be a...'leader'. Hmph, well, she wasn't going with anyone they picked.

"...ow." Chieko was bought out of her thoughts by the feeling of someone trying to crush her hand. She cast a glance over to Aerith. Was she trying to break her hand? Because it sure felt like it. She'd might have said something too, but that look Aerith had wasn't...well, it seemed like something had happened on their end. The death grip on her hand supported that fact, at least.

She was torn. She didn't want to say no to Aerith and Hiro. They were nice to her, but obviously something bad had happened and she really wanted that identification. It had gone well last time, hadn't it? Everything taken care of nice and neatly. Mono may have been a jackass, but he seemed reasonable. Mostly. Maybe she could convince Aerith and Hiro to come with them this time.

Ah, where was Aki at when she needed a comfort hug? Making decisions was always easier when she had a little sister to hug.

"Uhm...Aerith do you always try to kill things by crushing their hand?" Chieko replied quietly. "I...don't know what happened but we were safe." She cast a glance over to Aer and Yuuki. Oof, this hurt a lot. Not the hand crushing. Emotionally. "Uhm...maybe you should come with us?" She pulled her scarf over her mouth again before pulling her hand out of Aerith's grip. She hated this.

"W-wait I'm going with you..." She moved back over to Aer and Yuuki, hoping the others followed. She was going to get that identification, and then she was going to go to the adventurer's guild and find some training. She wasn't going to be this weak forever, and when she was a proper hero, she wasn't going to let something like this happen.

Tabrasa\- Born of Chaos.

Oh

He's heading to White Dawn

Hoho

Well

All I'll say is that anyone heading there is going to have quite the welcome once I finish this post of mine.