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Tales in Elysia: The Marauders (Western Sci - Fantasy)

Added Economy to Lore.

Cause this RP is all about getting paid.

Unheroic: A Second Chance [ENDED]

Pox

The Man

The Mask

The Mask

"Don't let the mask scare you. I'm here to help, I swear. Think of me as the big bird of health. CuCaw."

Former Title: Apothecary Heriphox, Chirurgeon Prince of House Apothecary

Nickname/Alias: Pox, The Plaguelord, The Father of Crows

Name: Pox

Age: 33

Pronouns: He/Him

Race: Wood Elemental - Ashwood Line, signified by darken charcaol black skin with very bright willowy hair that grows long and quickly.

The Caleondian Empire was a major power on a world known only as Creation. The older sentient races blood mixed with that of spirits, gods, and elementals producing races that have a touch of magic in their form. Caleondia was built on a culture of arranged marriage and carefully managed eugenics, producing scions that further expressed the powers of the spirits and even reaching to tap into the power of ancient gods, draconic beings of pure elemental power. Every major house is said to have expressed one of the five elements with a long history of ancestral bloodlines.

Personality:
Pox is a man of contradiction, much like his House but there is something about him that remains genuine. He wants to bring some light back into this dark world. He flatters, he encourages, he studies and shares, bringing a sense of child like wonder with him. He loves to laugh and loves to bring cheer and loves to always learn. His curious mind will allow for nothing else. At the same time however, his look and position as an untouchable makes that quite difficult and he is evasive at best when it comes to questions about himself or House Apothecary. Indeed, he gets quite chatty when the conversation goes somewhere he'd rather it didn't, a tell tale sign that he's hiding something. His words are so prepared and reflexive that there is almost something uncanny about them, something unsettling. He can't help but sometimes giving into Gallows humor, considering how he is surrounded by pain and death for most of his life. Gotta stay positive in the face of horror.

Abilities/Powers:
As an elemental blooded, Pox gets some benefits as a results of his blood line, essentially his elemental nature expressing itself in a myriad of ways.

Racial Abilities:

• Sap Blood: Since most poisons and diseases are designed for an inherently animalian system, physical corruption finds little purchase in his partly plant like biology, making him extremely resistant to poisons and diseases.
• Photosynthetic: Sunlight and other sources of strong light are absorbed as nutrition, keeping him going for longer periods without eating. He cannot go without food indefinitely and he still needs water, probably more than a normal person does.
• Lifegiving: When Pox is healthy, his body gives back to the world like a tree or vine baring fruit. He grows edible flower buds in his hair, seeds flake off his skin, and fluids such as tears or blood taste as a very sweet nectar which is nutritious. These components are useful in draughts that are designed for healing or to produce wellness

Magic: Pox comes from a world of spirits and magitech. Magic is a very real and almost every day occurrence. It's study and use are practiced and institutionalized, and becoming a sorceror is an accepted occupation, if branded with a set of stigmas. Pox comes from one of the richest families in Creation and is himself a prodigy.

Support Magic

• Mend the Broken Flesh: A channeling spell. Pox motions his hands as if he is sewing a garment, carefully weaving, threading, knitting. While he works, wounds heal much much faster before parties very eyes. It is not an instant healing, but it is much more thorough that fast healing magic.
• Flawless Diagnostic Technique: With a few seconds of checking the pulse, looking into a patient's mouth, tapping a joint, and other mundane checkup tasks, Pox gets intuitive knowledge of what is exactly effecting the patient, even if its internal. Mundane afflictions are immediately understood but exotic or magic conditions require more study, he just knows that something is wrong and gets some idea of how its effecting the body.
• Contagion Curing Touch: With this lengthy ritual, Pox can attempt to rid a patient of a disease, even without the aid of medicines or instruments. Using acupuncture, he condenses the disease to a single point to be excised or expelled. The disgusting ball of corruption can be seized for other purposes, provided there is a way to store and preserve it...

Offensive Magic

• Choking Gas Cloud: A think bilous green vapor is expelled from Pox's mouth. It makes for great cover as it conceals him, and those within find breathing difficult. Lungs and eyes itch generally forcing organics to flee the area. This gas will not kill targets, only sending them into coughing fits until the gas dissipates.

Mundane Skills

• Medicine:
• Chemistry:
• The Healing Arts:
• Herbalism:
• Social Protocols:
• Academia:
• Geomancy:
• Artifact Craft:cloth, leather work, magitech, blacksmithing

Equipment:

• Tattered Leather Robes
• Sharp Shard of Glass wrapped with linens
• The Plague Lord's Mask - Synonymous to his being, Pox is not far from his stylized birdlike mask. It offers some protection from the outside world in the form of gases and such, but other than that it only stands as an unnerving reminder of the horrors of the days of the Contagion. Only time will tell if there are any additional enchantment imbued into such a legendary object.

Inventory:

• Some Empty Pouches
• Some Empty Glass Vials
• Needle and Thread
• Old Bandages

Origin:

Caelondia

Caelondia, The Center of Creation

Caelondia is an Imperial Oligarchy where the empire known as 'The Realm' is a collection of Noble Houses with each having its own Military, Political, and Economic Power. The Realm is intentionally created in such a way that all facets of production and organization are meant to further the ambitions of the Houses and there is an air of open cooperative spirit and hidden competitive agendas. The Realm follows a mantra of excellence, achievement, all backed with financial, martial, bureaucratic, and even, magical power. To these ends, things like slavery and exploitation of other cultures is seen as normal and acceptable. After all, the Realm is the great defender of Creation, providing to the stability and prosperity to the lands outside of its massive continent island. Outside of the island, the Realm has a strangle hold on claimed 'satraps' city states that gets loser as one goes farther out. Seen from within as great benefactors, other nations of the world of Creation see them as nothing but spoiled inbred lords that think they already own the world.

Creation is a magitech world. Magic is plentiful if regulated, and the gods and spirits are actually everywhere
and their worship is prevalent. This isn't a good thing as much of Creation is still unclaimed and possess many dangers, from man eating predators to hostile elementals. The architecture and vibe is loosely based on Shinto or East Asian themes.

Backstory:
The little lordling grew up the apple of his family's eye. Brilliant, clever, and a willing student, he excelled in his primary and secondary schools and seemed to be an exemplar for House Apothecary. The House was minor compared to the main Noble Houses but provided the alchemical reagents that went into the creation of artifiice. The House owned all the premier hospitals and medical churches and made fortunes on longevity drugs. The young lord took to these trades like a bee to honey.

He however was unskilled when it came to the cutthroat politics of the Noble Houses and slowly distanced himself from the meaningless power plays and red tape. A marriage was arranged, and while he liked his bride to be well enough, she didn't, finding the odd and cryptic tendencies of the apothecaries to be quite revolting. Finding very little acceptance at home, Pox went abroad on 'field surveys' for new magics and new reagents for their trade. While in the 'threshold' Pox experienced life and the suffering outside of the civilized and rich land owned by the Realm. Disease was everywhere, with causes blaming the taxation of the Realm that left its satraps starving. Creating an artifact of his own, his signature mask, he walked with pride among lepers and plague, tending to whomever needed him.

Then the darkness came. An invading force without number that stormed in from the far flung reaches of Creation towards the center. Pox found himself out of the healing houses and onto battlefields, refining his healing magic to something akin to the spread of poison, disease, and entropy. Pox himself even organized an operation meant to inflict a terrible pandemic on the invading forces. This Contagion felled legions, enemy and ally alike, earning him the cruel and fearful names that would haunt him to this day.

It only halted the advanced, delaying them. It wasn't enough, and instead put a target on his back. He defended his triage tent like a demon, felling dozens with medical implements and forgoing his magics to prevent more harm. He was overwhelmed.

And fell. Another feast for the crows.

Other: Pox's coping mechanism is to talk alot and have a hopelessly optimistic disposition. Despite being a lord, he is quite servile when it comes to the health of those around him. Despite the need for him to perform his atrocities, he cannot come to grips of the evils he had committed, and thus is seeking atonement. He wears the mask as a reminder of the horrors he had wrought.

He is also deeply religious. He prays to the gods each morning and evening, offering small sacrifices each day. In his home, he would sometimes commune and be aided by the spirits he shows honor and devotion to, mostly those of health, fertility, peace, wood, seasons, and earth. Religious iconography, temples, holy relics, and ancestor grave sites are thing he holds in high esteem, never taking from such sites unless absolutely necessary and not without much self imposed restitution to the memory of the spirit.

LUMIERE IS MY SENPAI

Fixed it

Lets Play in Elysia - A Shwah 1x1 or Group Interest Check

Link to the OOC!

Still looking for others.

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Tales in Elysia: The Marauders (Western Sci - Fantasy)

@Ryteb Pymeroce

I dont see any problems with this. I think its a great character. the Crazy monk with fire and lightening and hell lets make him a pilot too!

Throw him into CS! And welcome.

Also, bam, discord.
discord.gg/sfDKtJ

With this I'm going to probably make a few NPCs to help round out the crew.

The Sanctuary

”A good start. But the place needs more.
Fear not. I’ll spread the Green.”

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Mirithal just saw the Red Stephanie gave off at her words and it caused it to shrink back, its tiny fists balling as she laid them against her stomach. ”Hateful Crimson, and Seething Rouge. This one doesn’t know these words. But feels red.” She has to take a step back and shakes her head. ”No. This one is good. Needs to be green.” Stephanie’s talk seeming upset the fairy. But it went away when Steph spoke again about the elements, something Mirithal does know. She approached on the ground, her fists ungripping. ”Rising and falling with the tide. Burning bright and sputtering out. I know the whims of the five that . Everything is colors. Even smells. Even voices. The trees see the colors of the sun, how it is held and how it is released. This one feels them, and sometimes can’t help but share them. A reflection. Would like to know the blues of waters, the yellows of air, the reds of fire. It helps grow us all. In return, I can offer the greens of wood. Will be what the children call, fun.”

She tried to smile, but her fairy form didn’t have a mouth. Instead her petals just got a little pinker.

Before any more exchanges could be done, R called them to the tour. This caused the little fairy to scamper back to her husk, her form climbing its height before she disappeared behind the man sized mask. A moment or two later, the glory that was Mirithal began to move again. Its body unfurling and shaking off the dust and bits of dead twig that grew while it was statuesque. It moved slower, more methodically, following at the rear of the group on all fours.

First was the mess hall. A lot of soft barks here. Mirithal found it difficult to navigate the tables without pushing against them, nearly knocking over some benches while moving about the great hall. Its bulk caushing a bench to crash and echo through the room. The giant creature scrambled to move a dozen finger like branches to put it back. It had to shift its form uncomfortably to thin its balk, seemingly to walk on a tight rope. No doubt, it caused a scene to the occupants.

The next was the library and Mirithal stepped away from the group to check the tomes and tomes of dried wood with paint on them. It poked at a book, trying to revive the dead wood, but death and the enchantments prevented it. ”Wwwwwoooood… Wwwwhhiiiieee? Mmmmanyee… Threeeeeeessss…” It struggled to say. If anything Mirithal looked a little less vibrant. It gave off the impression that it doesn’t understand what books were and why they were made out of paper. It had no use for recording information, so it couldn’t quite grasp it.

Finally was another hallway. The Hall of Worlds got the Mirithal into a bit more excitement. It tried to peer into each room, almost pushing its smaller companions out of the way to get a better look. It dropped nuts, seeds, fruit, and petals in its excitement but a stern look would send it back into line. Some of the rooms needed more trees though.

Then a place of learning. ”- I wish for the wisdom to und-“ a voice echoed in its head. It looked on this place as something it would frequent. Magic was needed. Knowledge and learning. It remembered its goal and here among other places would be the first step.

The labs received less enthusiasm but intense concentration as Mirithal found a ‘thing’ on the wall and just stared at it the entire time in the lab. It was trying to figure it out, and failed.

Finally, it was the room, their room. Its room. R suggest they touch the door and the room will personalize. This was of course, over the head of the monster but regardless it did as requested. Finally it was a place it could explore on its own.

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It was the moment the giant door behind it closed that the Mirithal stopped. Something was wrong here. It slowed, its head wiggling back and forth as it looked at the trees, at the green grass. It heard the sound of life, the scramble of rabbits, cooing of doves, the buzzing of bees and dragon flies. It approached, it reached, they reacted, retreating from the new creature. Mirithal recoiled as if it touched fire. Something was wrong.

No color. Nothing. The animals were supposed to be green with flashes of other colors, but instead these things gave nothing. Senseless and pointless things meant to feel like it was populated with life, but that was all it was, feeling. Mirithal looked upon the phantoms with disgust, a rare color even for it.

It lashed out with thorns and vines, spearing the ghosts, impaling them, hoping to make them disappear. It was no good, it was as if the room felt Mirithals desires of a living forest. They just came back a few moments later. It moved on trying to ignore them
The trees, the grass, the reeds and brush. This was more to its liking. The way it delicately grew out of the pool of water and wrapped its way around the archways of an ancient hollow tower. It was a forced green, the trees and plants here did not talk. They didn’t know how. Infants forced to grow to the room’s whims. Mirithal did not mind them. It would care for them.

The tree in the center was most unusual. It shined and shimmered and was white as bone. Mirithal approached, its form pacing about its trunk to take in its features. This was something to catch the eye, the magic of Green… and brown? Earth Magic? It was all centered here into this tree. It cried a babes first tearful call into the world and the Mirithal went to it, wrapping its form around the trunk. It would protect it.

”Hush little one, please don’t cry.”
”-Pray for a new home. A new beginning.”
The voices were calm here as well.

The cold water. Mirithal stood in it. Cool and fresh. It was water, maybe the powers of the Sanctuary could redirect pipes and flush water into majority of the room. It was nice for Mirithal to get a drink, its fingers and toes coiling into the water, the dirt underneath. The soil felt hollow, tasteless. Akin to hard tack and flour biscuits. Mirithal’s Green Magic saturated into every act and every touch but even it had its limits. It supped at the floor but was disappointed. The ground would need tilling and seeding if it was to get anything resembling a decent meal.

It looked up, feeling the warmth of yellow upon its back. Atleast it found the sun. Atleast it shined here in the cold halls of stone. It felt the shine on its face and it exhaled, the twisting of branches in the wind, from its back unfurled bed sized leaves of green, making all of it the likeness of a green flower. It felt calm again. It still needed the nourishment of its roots. It would need to root, or scavenge, or hunt. What did Master R say, something to eat? Surely some rotting thing, or vegetables from another garden. It needed to feed itself, and seed the room. The Green will expand into the sanctuary from here. The stone needed life in its halls.
But it couldn’t leave the white tree or the children of the room. It’d have to step out, a little lesser. It had time now, minutes for its body to mold itself. From its exposed chest, it opened like a bursting rib cage and something stepped forth.

It stood like a man, six feet, but had the features of the beasts, but was inevitably made of bark. It wore leaves as a toga and balanced on its rooting feet with a thick stubby tail. It would have to do.

Mirithal emerged in the hallway and immediately took a left. He tried to head back towards the Mess Hall but ended up taking the wrong direction going towards places unknown. It would however, attempt to go up, see the other places of that the sun touches.

Tales in Elysia: The Marauders (Western Sci - Fantasy)

@Voltus_Ventus

She kind of looks and sounds like a bad ass considering how much 'life' she had to contend with.

@Ryteb Pymeroce

The Trickster Pilot! I dig your airship! I was expecting you to go full on hoverboard but these Ariel Atoms look like a sick ride.

Looks great so far guys!

Tales in Elysia: The Marauders (Western Sci - Fantasy)

Added in a few sample races a character can play as. Will add more when able.

Jigokuraku Academy

Hiroki Sakimoto

The academy just had a way to piss Hiroki off. He read maybe the first two sentences of his letter before tearing it up and throwing it in the trash. Another failure, he first thought, despite all that wasted effort. Giving it everything. He didn't leave a dummy, civilian behind even though it was a trap. He fought a villain that was essentially immune to his power, but he still fought. He forged a team, saving at least one of them. He investigated the bus, tripping up another villain whom was essentially taking hostages, and was maybe two feet away from apprehending him, only to have the buzzer call it. Every time he thought about it, he burned with rage.

He sat back at his desk. He was staying in a hotel for the night, his parents paid for it. They'd have take care of him a bit longer. He set his head down, looking at his hand, how scrapped skin was healing over after the efforts he put into it. He'd have to tell his parents. He'd have to find another school. The application, the drive, the preparation, just to have it stolen away from him again.

Was he a failure? Was he meant to just be? What? He remembered all the good times. How he wow'd his friends, announced he was going to be a hero, how his family rewarded him for every school medal, every physical trophy. How could he screw up so bad. He didn't, it was obviously that damned school. Screw Jigokuraku.

He got up, looking at the trash bin. He hesitated, going back the torn letter.

---

Winter was coming in early considering how cold it was. He was happy for his leathery furred flight jacket this time. No uniform yet. He guessed thats what the first day would be a bout. He hated that he had to do this. If they had such a rubbish first test, what was the rest of the year going to be like. He tightened up his backpack and took a deep breath.

Deep calming breath. Deep calming breath.

Having taken the last step and passing the gates, seeing a typical school building that he wasn't impressed with. It was his first step to being a hero, and to be completely honest, it just didn't feel like it. Getting off on the wrong foot. There were other students here, all hanging out before having to go inside, they had the uniforms, which made Checkers and Loud- Mouth stand out. They had their own school uniforms on which differed. In essence though, under his jacket was the striped green blue tie, blue blazer, and kacki's of another school. So everyone was atleast unified by the fact that they thought a school uniform, any school uniform was appropriate.

@Delta44@Stern Algorithm

"You two again?" Hiroki approached them beside himself. He didn't know anyone else and wasn't in the mood to be blustering nor trying to make friends. He just seemed annoyed, just like on the bus to the exam. He took the blue tooth piece out of his ear. He stared at both of them, hands in his pockets, a quiet moment between all of them. "Same class I guess. If you're here, then I guess Gas Girl's in it. And that disappearing nerd." he shrugged. "Picked the guys that had guts to take on villains. Not the worst criteria." He even smirked smugly. Was that a compliment.

Monster Girl Mecha Academy

Lab Assistant Ray

@Lady Selune

Ray was already trying to hold back the tears as Hyacinth came to her rescue. She was rubbing her eyes and trying to keep herself together while getting essentially mothered. "Im *sniffle* not crying." She said, her voice cracking just a little bit. "Thanks. Thanks. I'm okay." She whiped a bit of goo from her eye before clutching her slat to her chest, looking all happy and preppy again. "You must be Rose. It's nice to meet-"

She suddenly remembered the point of being here and looked at her list. "Rose! Oh, your with this class! Isn't that great. Nice to meet you, I'm Ray. I'll be your training and mission liaison. Just let me know if you need-"

@AdmrlStalfos19

Before she could finish, Cahreli address Ray who brought up some good points. The slime girl put a finger to her chin, as if considering things. "I guess that is true. Safety is paramount, and Doctor Osborne says that we shouldnt get hurt easily. I'll try to see if we can move the tables so that -"

@LemonZest1337

"Oh yeah, Jenny. So that Jenny won't have to bump into anything." She smiled cheerily, now that the situation was settling down. "And its just as well, Cahreli. You and Jenny are part of the same class! That means they'll be plenty of opportunities for you guys to be friends now. Isn't that great?" She beam, her leg even raising a little as if dancing.

@Foster

"And speaking of." Ray looked a little miffed, or huffy by the way her cheeks bulged a little bit. "Felix. I know you're the senior, but you really need to set the example. Shooting spines everywhere and crawling on your team? I mean if Doctor Osborne could see this, he'd have a fit! You can't keep getting into fights. Now then, I think thats, most of-"

@GarlandDaHero

Ray notices the girl in the far corner, the picture matching. "Eileen!?" she asks, her voice echoing. "Eileen right? Im sorry to bother you, could you come over. Meet your team, your part of the class too! It'd be so nice if I didnt have to scream across across- across- ac- ac- aACCCHHHKKKK---SSSSSSS!"

---

Ray seemed to make a horrible face, her joints and form twitching and going rigid, almost as if she was having some kind of psychotic episode or a stroke. Her limbs twisted this way and that in a disturbing terrible way before her entire body seemed to melt into a heap of green goo, clothes and all.

An awkward second later and the goo reformed itself. While it was still, technically Ray, she was way different, taller somehow, better posture and more authoritarian. "Ze am Duktor Rei Ozbourne." It still sounded like Ray too, but much more forceful, demanding, and German. Roxanne would know what happened, and maybe Felix, the Doctor taking advantage of Ray as his living puppet. "Velcum to ze Avalon Mobile Frame Cadet Squadron! Normally, Vi vould give some great speesh and start training opurvations. Vut we have an emergency situation. A rescue op. Easy for you green pilots." Dr. Rei, or Ray paced about the mess hall addressing each one of the pilots before coming to an imperious pose near Roxanne.

"Roxanne, is your Training Instructor, and Field Coordinator. She vill brief ze mission. Zhen I suggest you eat quick and ready your frames. Roxanne?" Giving her the floor.

@BCTheEntity

The Sanctuary

Hello, this one's, no my name is

𝓜𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓵

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Stephanie approached the statue of gnarled wood to speak to the tiny creature. The Nidhogan fairy look at her with almond eyes, averting its gaze, it seemed not to really give off any facial expression, but like R, it was fearful of Stephanie, but did not withdraw, only using the branches of the Nihogans' mask to obscure its form. Stephanie spoke of cute. The whispering voice responded. "Squishies attack small things less often. Though... I wonder-"

R spoke again. The fairy gripped the leaves as he approached. This time she did look back. It was a world of bright white, whiter than starlight, the towers by the sea. It twisted back, allowing the soft verdancy go. The color of empathy, the color of calm, wellness, consideration. The color of life. The Master emanated the life that reflected back upon it. The fairy puzzled this but its released the leaves, walking forward to stand upon the head of its husks, flowers and moss growing where it stood upon the bark of its skin.

"Mir-eh-thal. Mirithal. My name is Mirithal. It is a green name." Nothing but a whisper and way the petals and life seemed to spread back into the body of the monster that she sprung from gave any indication of any kind of pleasantness. Strangely however, the area around the Nidhog- around Mirithal would take a sweet scent of citrus and water lilies. "This one thanks you. Thanks all of the soft barks. This one hopes for friendship. Have nothing outside of the groves. Can offer their splendor. I can spread the Green to this place if it brings the yellow."

The fairy looked at Stephanie, then Asri, each of them offering their own bit of welcome. With each, the petals of the fairy and her wings seemed to flutter. She shoke a little bit, visible golden pollen spilling forth from it. "Why are you being so nice to me?" she asked them, looking to each in kind.

Stephanie interrupted the question, her colors flaming with red and splashing with purples and blues. The fairy tilted her head when Asri commented. "Maybe Stephanie is infested with parasites? The pain brings out the red. She does not hide her colors. This one likes that." It was like when it heard the voices. Coming at random. There were too many right here to listen to any beyond.

The appearance of Tania, one her size, atleast of the form she could make made Mirithal look at herself and then to Tania, comparing features. She almost wasn't paying attention to what the Aetheri was saying. "She brims with yellow. This is a happy place." Could this be what it was looking for.