Well to be fair the growth system in Three Houses isn't too different from the old games, the only thing that's different is how class advance works.
In the old games if you entered a certain class, you would be stuck to the class tree. So Myrmidons would always become Swordmasters, or Archers always became Snipers.
It shook up a bit in Fates/Awakening, when anyone can reclass to something else. Although limited. Like Lucina can turn into a Pegasus Knight and reap all the benefits that come with it, for example.
In Three Houses, everyone can become anything they like, honestly it's more or less the Echoes system. However in Three Houses, in order to become something, you needed to be proficient enough in the related skills. For example to become an Archer you needed to have a certain rank in Bow, and to become an Armored Knight, you needed a certain level of skill in Heavy Armor and Axe.
In this RP we can start off at any basic class, but as the RP goes on you will get chances to divert into new professions.
Although weapon skill will actually work a bit differently here. Instead you will be picking your Talents (ie. Sword, Axe, Bow, White or Black magic).
Whatever Talents you possess will affect what classes you will have access to, should you be given the chance to change class, or advance class.
The system is almost done, but for the RP's sake I've made it my aim to streamline the growth process while giving options. Moreover since the RP does run on limited chapters, you may want to think about what you want to end up being as well.
I'll link it in this thread soon as that's done. After which I can focus on fleshing out the nations that are directly involved with the RP.
The Lothian Empire has a long history of conquest and prestige, many great conquerers were Lothian emperors. However in the recent decades it has fallen to civil war or rebellions, greatly weakening the nation. While each have been dealt with, it was at no small cost, such as the loss of the eldest son and the most promising next emperor in generations. The current emperor is a coward who was born in the golden age of the empire's peace, and it ended almost as soon as he took the throne. An incompatible ruler so to speak. He's been in power for almost thirty years with an impressive record of several rebellions and three civil wars. Their territories have shrunk greatly too, though while some lands are still identified as part of the Empire, they are anything but.
The Lyonesse Kingdom was once a simple barony under the rule of ancient Lothian, but had declared its independence some centuries prior. Now it is so different a country that its unrecognisable to anything Lothian. They had harboured no misgivings towards the Empire until a dozen years ago, when an ambassador from Lyonesse was killed by Lothian forces during a rebellion they were quelling. For many in Lyonesse, war is what must happen.
The Kingdom of Reynes is often said to be the sister nation to Lyonesse, as both were once Lothian baronies. Reynes has distinguished itself for its highesr pedigree of knights and due to the countless songs of their deeds is also called the land of fables. Reynes has a history of being helped by the Empire when staving off invaders from across the seas, and wishes to return thr favor.
The other nations are Dyfed across the sea, a land of magic, and Themyscira from which many invaders have come from in the past. There's also Suddene which has a history with the Kingdom of Reynes.
There are other nations on the continent of Alba, is Zion across the Burning Plateau, and Dinas Afaraon the nation of progress.
This is in the process of being made, but among other things here is the premise.
The land of Alba has been thrown into war as the Lyonesse Kingdom has invaded the Lothian Empire. Led by it’s king, Markus Lyonesse the 3rd, they march with the intent of conquest. As an ally of the Empire, the Kingdom of Reynes led by its young, and newest King, Colreye Athelbrus Reynes, leads his armies to support and honor a long-held oath and agreement.
With the Empire’s resources stretched thin, having not prepared for battle, and come fresh from a civil war, the aristocracy is anxious and desperate for help. In the castle town further out from the Lothian capital of Edinburgh, is Garleton. Here, those answering the recruiting call of the Lothian Empire arrive, along with a retinue of Reynes knights and soldiers as fortification. Here, the youngest Lothian Prince, Alnard, takes it upon himself to turn this motley gathering of people into a formidable army.
I'm currently working on the system and gauging people's interest and expectations, so feel free to place any input or ask any questions you have.
EDIT: Completed material so far. Yes, there is enough here to make a character. I am willing to look over characters now.
With the banshees dispatched, the red walls that blocked her path had disappeared, melting away and then vanishing like a fading flame. Up ahead from the back of the theatre was a wall blown out, now crumbling. The theatre's movie curtains fell and showed the hole in the wall in full. She could see out to a street, leading further into the city. There was some signs of chaos, but nothing much, compared to the outskirts that she was in earlier, this was relatively tidy. Was the havoc caused by demons only on the outskirts? That seemed strange. If they rampaged, then they would rampage anywhere they pleased. Regardless the way ahead was clear. An alleyway leading into the main streets. The bus terminal should be just a few blocks down.
A combination of surprise and the sheer power of Mesmund's essentially handcannon created cracks in the icy crown as the giant reeled back. Normally, he would not flinch, but in this case he was surprised by the audacity of this man. He expected a response from the man, but shooting him and insulting him was not one. Most would cower in fear, so to speak. The giant roared in rage as he leaned back forward, swinging his fist along the ground, sweeping it.
Mesmund would jump away without any problem as the ice giant faced him once more, now distance between them. It was going to be a fight.
"You fool! What can a mere human do against a demon?! This is your death wish isn't it?! Then I, Jotunn, shall grant it to you!", with a great roar, the entire car park was beset with ice and snow, as if the voice had called upon a blizzard.
Jotunn - Jotunn, or simply put, the giants of the frozen hell. There are many of them and it appears one has made it to the surface. Their skin freezes all it touches, and their ice-like bodies are sturdy. They appear to be more ice and rock, than they are flesh, meaning rather than bleeding or being wounded, they simply break away or shatter. For their size, they have surprising speed, and their strength is of course not something to be ignored. Their movements are terrestrial as well, so they don't move more than what you can expect a human to do. Their roars and yells are able to blow away beings of smaller weight or size, and even freeze them with enough exposure.
Number: BOSS
Mode: Boss Fight - By stylish, but it's not a free kill. So be careful.
As the lights turned on, the shadows of the theatre became illuminated, revealing some ghost-like figures as they screamed in shock, retreating through the walls behind them. With what seemed to be a look of contempt, each one disappeared, only for the lights to come off again. Once more Kosara felt the same chill from when she entered the theatre. It appears they were responsible for this. There was on difference though... She found herself tumbling forward in a roll as a concentrated blast of what seemed like cold air swooped around and at her. It seems it was time to hunt.
Banshee - Banshees are screaming ghouls. Normally they won't be harmful, but in the wake of the demon horde they are born from the dead humans who have been killed by what appears to be some peculiar demons. For now, their form is incorporeal, until exposed to either some light, or that their advances are broken, forcing them to rebalance themselves, forcing them to be corporeal for a limited time. Among simply charging their opponents, they can give off a shrill cry that stops anyone in their tracks, should they get too close.
Number: Banshee x3
Mode: Free - Be stylish / Warning: Banshees fly, and float and such. They cannot be harmed normally.
The ground rumbled as the figure before him shifted. Slowly, it began to turn, using it's colossal arms to pull itself up. Undeniably this was a giant, or titan, so to speak. The ice-like skin, frozen chains jutting out of it, a gaunt and thick face, and a crown of icicles. This titanic beast had a humanoid figure with two arms and legs, though it's feet seemed more like icebergs, and it's hands like sharp claws with tiny sharp icicles jutting out. A grip from this would surely cause some serious damage.
"Who goes there! You must be a fool to wake a sleeping giant!", as he stood on his two legs, he looked down upon Mesmund. The one who woke him.
"Perhaps you wish to become a mid-sleep snack then?!"
The inside of the theatre was as one would expect, an old theatre, red carpeting and garish beige and gold walling and decoration. The hollywood simulation that many theatres seemed to go with, if they weren't a unique branch at least. In this case though it looks like the cleaning crew was slacking off, with popcorn littered everywhere, dirt trails, broken furniture and slashed walls with claw marks, along with some blood trails covered by the red carpets. There were no corpses, as Kosara can gather, whatever wolves were here had already dragged off and eaten their victims.
Still, the only way forward was through an open door at the end of the hallway just beyond the ticket booth. The hallway's side rooms were simple stuff, like toilets, janitor closet, and there was a lounge just before the theatre's doorways. As she got close they seemed to swing open slowly for her, yet there was nothing.
The theatre still had the movie running, but it was hopeless to watch, the screen itself had been torn up, and whatever picture that was being projected was not visible, yet something was lurking in the darkness of this theatre... More wolves? Possible. But this chill was unlike that of one's instinct alerting them of threat. This was a genuine chill in the air. Still... It seemed whatever it was, wasn't making their move. What to do next... Maybe get some lights in here? Leave? The wall behind the slashed screen looked kind of weak too. Almost as if some kind of demon had smashed it, but obviously not from this side. It jutted outwards toward her like some kind of bruise in the wall. Still, what to do...
Gawain walked the streets with the young boy, he had accepted his offer of help. What else was the boy to do? The only information he has to go on was that the boy wanted to go to the museum. He didn't know street names, but the landmark he gave was a museum just down the main road from the mall that Merlin had pointed out to Gawain in the letter. Almost convenient, but supposedly once they're there the boy can point at where he lives and hopefully he can be safe there. He had to traverse a few streets first though, bypassing some rubble too.
As they were moving through, an atmosphere began to set in for Gawain... Like shadows stalking him. The alleyways to make a shortcut through as the boy stated now felt like traps, but it seems the boy was none the wiser. Regardless he stuck to the open roads where he would have a better shot of noticing new enemies, but alas there were none... That is until he reached the main road. He could see the mall a long walk down the street, maybe something around 15 minutes from where he was, and a museum as he was told by the boy. Interestingly, the boy pointed that they go to the museum,
"I can stay with Mister Boris. He says whenever I have trouble I should come to him", perhaps this Boris can keep him safe, but for now... He sensed something approaching fast.
Black feathers fell from the sky as bird men with red masks descended upon him. Their attacks were swift, and while protecting the boy, Gawain could do no more than evade. Behind him there was a small area just down some stairs he could hide in, after some firm words he would be on his way, and let Gawain deal with these raven nuisances. As they slowed down, he could now ascertain there were two of them, landing on their feet, long spikes jutting out of the bottom of their feet. Balancing on it. As they began to settle, as if rising from the cobblestone pathways and road, were five Gakis. Come to scavenge the black winged demon's supposed kill. Well, perhaps they should start getting used to disappointment.
Tengu - Tengu are fast flying demons, using their fast speeds to smash into an enemy, beating them down, before running them through with the long bone spikes coming out of their feet and talons. The red mask they wear seems important to them, but it can also be a way to figure out their ranking. Generally the longer the nose, the higher the rank. These ones are standard. They are not the sturdiest demons being based off of birds, but they make up for it in speed and flight. Gaki
Number: Tengu x2 Gaki x5
Mode: Free - Be stylish / Warning: Tengu can fly, but not forever.
The shopping village was deserted, well what can he expect at a time like this with a demon attack and all. The shopping village was basically a gigantic carpark with shops flanking it on all sides. There were upturned cars and burning wreckages, like a scene from some zombie movie he can see groups of draugr roaming the carpark area, in search of food or just bored out of their minds maybe? Do draugr think? The only thing that made this scene unique was the sporadic crystals of ice jutting out of the ground, as well was frosted over trees, random buildings, and the asphalt itself. In any case his attention soon turned to the center. Something was sleeping there... With a vantage point he could recognize what it was. A giant, so to speak. It was sleeping... If it woke up with all these draugr it'd be bad news. Quite the fight would ensue. Or so he thought...
The eagle, giant eagle, he saw earlier flew overhead, and gave out a shrill cry. All the draugr looked up in unison, and began shuffling away in the same direction... A demon commander perhaps? This was rare to see, even for a demon hunter, as normally they'd eliminate demons that wandered into their world. But this... This was definitely a coordinated invasion of some kind. Was the giant in the middle part of it? Well he can come down and find out if he wanted... Or walk away. The giant remained asleep, and after maybe a minute or two, the entire shopping village had left him all alone.
The main road led the young half demon lady to downtown. Deserted, as expected, but also in disrepair. She'd comment on how this place was a dump, but all the damage looks new. Traffic lights upturned or outright smashed and broken, electric wires hanging out exposed, signs scratched by what appeared to be giant claw marks, and a few buildings seemed to have their doors completely destroyed by something. Whoever came through here was not subtle whatsoever.
She took but three steps before she saw a man run out of the movie theatre across from her. It's lights flickering and scratched posters with the words showing the movie, "The Grey", seems this place likes to run classics. Regardless before she could reach out to the man who had spotted her, calling for her help, the growl of beasts interjected.
The man in an instant was set upon by a wolf, with two more appearing from the shadows of the wrecked cars. Huge hulking wolves, that were more akin to lions in size than a wolf. The two wolves were simply securing prey, preventing Kosara from immediately helping the man who was suffice to say, definitely dead as he was dragged into the movie theatre.
The two wolves howled, causing the shadows at the ends of the street to shift. Draugr shuffled from their slumber and more wolves joined the pack.
Warg - Wargs are malevolent wolf spirits of Norse mythology, they normally hunt in packs of 3 and execute in synchronicity. Due to their large size, one is normally enough to take down most lesser prey, but three can complicate things. They will normally try and surround their target and lurk just outside of range looking for an opportunity.
The young boy was scared, at first. Whether or not Gawain knew, he did witness him slaying those demons, but he seemed a completely different person helping him now. He nodded silently and got up. A "safer place", he heard. Where in this city could possibly be safe right now? Bringing this boy to be protected by Arthur's legion was out of the question. Perhaps to someplace he can take shelter until the business in the city was over? Based on Merlin's report, demons were all over the streets. Anywhere that was indoors and stayed locked up should be safe... Enough. But question was where.
The only demons not actively breaking into people's homes were Arthur's demons, so it can be safe to assume any house in that area of control was safe. Or perhaps this boy had more family in the city? Well it was up to him. The boy was silent, didn't say a word, or rather, perhaps not sure what to say. This was certainly not an everyday experience after all.
"I-uh... I... Don't know... The patrons I get seem to mention them quite a lot but this the first time I ever seen one...", the guy's answer wasn't particularly helpful, but then again it matched with what was known about Camlann City. Apparently there was a lot of work for a demon slayer here. The patrons talking about demons a lot could just be demon slayers getting a bite to eat there.
"W-well they're all comin' from the city... Saw giant bird awhile ago too. I... I might close up early and try not to bring any into my store...", which was probably wise.
"But if you don't want a bite, w-well, good luck out there".
From here the road had a split between the main road which likely led to the city center, or he can go to the local shopping village if he took a right. He said the demons were coming from the center, but something told him there was something in the direction of the shopping village too... Whatever that may be, was it worth checking out? To be frank, he had a lot of time on his hands, there was no direct objective in mind when was travelling here.
The demons lay dead, crushed and... Well to be frank, they were recognizeable as four demons at the end of Mesmund's pulverisation and retribution for his crumpled bicycle. Watching from the window in the diner though was the owner, wide mouthed at what he watched, just this middle-aged looking man pulling out all these insane demonic chains. He stared not sure in awe or surprise, but in his less-than-ideal composure he stumbled over a chair, catching Mesmund's attention.
It seems the diner was just about to open. Serving breakfast no doubt. "Y-you... Uh, we're open... If you uh... W-w-well just don't... Don't hurt me", the owner was spineless, so it seems.
"B-breakfast's on the house... None of my regulars have s-s-shown up and I think... The... Demons might be why", he continued. So it seems something was happening in this town. Still, was up to Mesmund if he wanted to press on and seek vengeance for his bike, or get a bite to eat first, before doing that.
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