SilverPaw

Magic RP (Open to new players)

"Well...several questions have occurred to me, but they all pertain to the Lady Sylph or what she said. Summoning a sentient being seems very advanced, and, well it really is amazing that you can do it. But why can we, really? Like she said, I find it a bit strange that we can summon sentient beings and potentially have them do our bidding. Though it does appear that any being with sentience can resist a summon if they so want...That is why you had to give her a gift, right? To encourage her co-operation," Yssil said. He then went on, though on another topic. "As for the rope enchanting, how is enchanting similar to conjuration?"

Prized Bride (A New Beginning)

Ineraz Evrenarth

_{Husband of: Sera @Pupperr and Zeldria @Saltwater Thief
Interacting with: His brides and Keregar @Legion02}

“A good omen indeed,” Ineraz affirmed. “I will go with you,” Ineraz smiled almost sultrily at the Warlord. Not the strangest of herbal mixtures, the most potent of alcohols, the wildest of parties nor the most hallucinogenic of mixtures could possibly compare to the high of a battle, of having won. Recognition however, was perhaps even a sweeter drug. “Oh, you honour me, Warlord,” Ineraz chuckled lightly, despite how even his breathing was starting to strain his back now.

“I will move myself, the brides, and some of my other possessions to your lodgings in Železna Kri in the following days, and when we are ready, we can travel to Kereg-Kor together. And then,” he sighed wistfully, “We shall hunt,” Ineraz smiled wickedly, in anticipation. After a blink or two, long enough to dispel the fantasy of near future fun, Ineraz nodded respectfully at Keregar, merely glancing at the rest of his brood and his other companions, then turned as smoothly as he was able on his heel and walked with a steady precision towards his wagon. He guided or gestured to his brides to follow him, unwilling to show any weakness to Keregar as he walked, though he was really beginning to want a rest given how his damnable back kept screaming at him every second he continued standing.

Despite being exhausted from the injury (more so than from the fight), Ineraz got the wagon ready and his whole group moving in a mere few minutes. He ushered Sera and Zeldria into the wagon, while he split the four hounds into two pairs, a pair with him in the front, and the other with Senn in the back. Ineraz led them to the manor, helped his brides get their goods to their shared bedroom, and dismissed Senn back to his previous duties for the time being. Instead of a Drakkan guard, Ineraz simply had Nor, the large black hound, and Mag, the female grey hound, brought into the manor and took the pair of hounds into his and his Gem’s shared bedchamber, leaving the canines there to guard his girls.

“Eat if you’re hungry. Between the two of you, you can find the kitchens or the great hall easily enough, I’m sure. The hounds are here as a precaution and for your protection. If some imbecile still decides to bother you, I believe in your capabilities to defend yourself. Unfortunately, I shall not be available until this evening or tomorrow morning. When I…return, I will find you to see how you have been doing. As before, you are free to wander the estate. Don’t give my dear hounds too much trouble, though, will you?” he tried going for a light tone, especially with his finishing statement, but his voice was now obviously rougher with the pain he suffered, so his whole delivery was closer to a stiff-sounding order than anything else.

Having no desire to give away much more to the Gems, Ineraz walked proudly but slower than ever before towards his study. Once inside, he locked the door twice. He finally stripped his leather vest, the bloodied shirt underneath, and practically tore away the bandages, uncaring if he damaged himself further. He ignored the pieces of skin that peeled away together with the bandages and the blood that continued seeping from his injured back. Though his father had burned some of his injuries, not all of them were protected from being opened. Ineraz couldn’t quite decide if the cauterization of some or the re-opening of others caused the worse pain. He dropped his vest, shirt, and the bandages to the floor in one bloody heap, then collapsed onto the ratty chaise lounge inside of his office, finally able to relax now that he was away from any prying eyes. He didn’t so much fall asleep as he did slip into unconsciousness.

Summary

Accepts Keregar's invitation. Goes back to his daddy's manor. Gives his brides some guidelines what to do while he's "away" and leaves them just with a pair of doggos as guards. Gets to the privacy of his study and collapses on the sofa. Also, his back is hella painful - because we need some more Drakkan suffering in this world.

I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes!

Asteria

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Asteria carefully licked the blood of her fur-coat, staring at the bone needles she had made. As far as she could see, two were very sharp and the best ones she had made, while six were kind of broken and useless as a weapon. The other seven were average. When her coat was cleaner, she curled into a ball next to Mother Rat and watched Jason, waiting for him to come out of that egg. He soon did, very much different. He was still a slime, just a much…flashier one. But he was most likely stronger now, so who’d care about a detail like that?

“Jason, you changed,” she commented neutrally. Asteria couldn’t claim she had grown any fonder of him during their short acquaintance, but while he was out of commission, his leadership skills, as much as they uncomfortably resembled a dictatorship, still managed to create an obvious absence. Unfortunately, no-one else from this mismatched group seemed able or willing enough to fit a leadership role. They would just have to do with the slime, for now. Not too bad of a deal when he was most likely the strongest one amongst them and had plenty of sense about what to do in a fight as well. “Hey, listen, I made some bone needles, so we could use that hole for a trap instead of storing mana crystals. Unless you have a better idea what to do with them. I don’t think anyone beside you, Digbie, and maybe Asura could use them as a weapon,” she shrugged.

Still curled into a ball, Asteria closed her eyes for a few moments. She stayed fully alert, listening closely to any suspicious sounds, especially paying attention to anything that might signify the goblins’ approach. However, she did want to rest her body as much as she could before the fight, because although she had eaten lizard meat and drank some of their blood, she was still lightly fatigued from the digging, fighting, and being poisoned. She trusted her own senses and felt safe enough being near Mother Rat – who had proven to be quite the force in a fight – to simply rest for a while.

Listening to the goings on in the cave, Asteria resolved to wake up Edward soon if he didn’t do so on his own. He really didn’t need to get skewered in his sleep. Neither did she, but to be truthful, she was anxious enough that despite lying down, her heartbeat was faster than it usually was, and her muscles tensed back up almost as soon as she got them relaxed. At least she managed to control her breathing somewhat, and in an attempt to calm down, she once again called on the magic she knew she had within her, just to feel the energy coursing through her, though as usual, it wasn’t exactly eager to respond. All the while, she kept her ears perked up, waiting for the inevitable attack.

The Hunters Club

Akio Nagasawa

Name: Akio Nagasawa

Age: 15

Gender: M

Hobbies:
- Drawing, painting, photography
- Hiking and long walks
- Taking care of his pet lizard (a male grey-coloured blue-tongued skink, named Sora)
- Playing video games

Pet Peeves:
- Team sports
- Crowds (being squished between all the people)
- Having to repeat himself
- People bugging him (e.g. being told something more than once when it’s unnecessary)

Base Power: Telekinesis. At its basic level, Akio can levitate and manipulate small and light objects within his line of sight using his mind (though gestures can help him visualize what he wants to do more easily). He isn’t sure, but his powers are probably connected with the fact that one set of his grand-grandparents owned and managed a small temple.

History: Middle school was probably the time Akio truly realized how different he was from the other children. Even though his parents and some teachers noticed even earlier that he had an “overactive imagination,” it didn’t trouble him personally until he made the mistake of mentioning it too many times to his school-mates. They first thought he was just playing around, but eventually either accused him of being a liar or simply got annoyed with him. As such, Akio delved rather strongly into several solitary activities.

He got into video games initially just to blend in with others a bit more, which at least prevented him from being a complete loner. His parents tried their all to be as supportive as they could, but Akio knew they worried the more the older he was. Eventually, he simply learned to say that fantasy really interested him, and his mum and dad were both relieved once he convinced them he didn’t believe those things to be real anymore. His dad took him hiking on the rare occasions he had the time to do so, and his mam helped him take care of Sora when he first got him for his 12th birthday, showing him how to prepare the lizard’s food and the like. Akio basically got whatever games and other material possessions he wanted, because his parents believed that was much healthier than him going around trying to convince people spirits were real.

His parents even took him once to a particular temple once, and he learned that it once belonged to their family, though someone else obtained it some decades ago. That visit started Akio’s photo album dedicated solely to temples and shrines, though his attempts to capture a spirit on film have been in vain. He does still secretly keep a sketch-book for depicting the occasional spirit he sees, but he has also drawn and painted several that he only found about on the internet. His efforts to adapt to society’s expectation has gained him the select few friends in school, though he’s still more of a quiet and solitary boy.

Supernatural History: He was very, very young, somewhere at the start of elementary school perhaps, and he had wandered into a forest, getting a bit lost as he curiously went from tree to tree to explore. On the way, he met a very pretty lady standing by a tree and he wanted to ask her the way out. He was almost dazzled by how beautiful she was, but thankfully managed to catch the creepy factor to the scene in time. An incredibly tiny arm, red as if from blood, slowly began descending from the tree and made grabbing motions at him. The lady tried to distract him, but Akio wrenched his gaze away, turned in the other direction and ran. He ran, and ran, eventually making it out of the forest and home. He still remembers that one tree and had avoided that one forest for years, only a year or so ago managing to overcome his fear enough to give it another visit. Even though he had been young and terrified back then, he had indeed drawn about the event. Naturally, his parents weren’t overjoyed when he showed them the picture and half in excitement half in fear tried telling them all about the pretty lady who almost got him murdered. This was one of the major events that made him somewhat more cautious about what to tell whom.

The Hunters Club

Akio Nagasawa

Name: Akio Nagasawa

Age: 15

Gender: M

Hobbies:
- Drawing, painting, photography
- Hiking and long walks
- Taking care of his pet lizard (a male grey-coloured blue-tongued skink, named Sora)
- Playing video games

Pet Peeves:
- Team sports
- Crowds (being squished between all the people)
- Having to repeat himself
- People bugging him (e.g. being told something more than once when it’s unnecessary)

Base Power: Telekinesis. At its basic level, Akio can levitate and manipulate small and light objects within his line of sight using his mind (though gestures can help him visualize what he wants to do more easily). He isn’t sure, but his powers are probably connected with the fact that one set of his grand-grandparents owned and managed a small temple.

History: Middle school was probably the time Akio truly realized how different he was from the other children. Even though his parents and some teachers noticed even earlier that he had an “overactive imagination,” it didn’t trouble him personally until he made the mistake of mentioning it too many times to his school-mates. They first thought he was just playing around, but eventually either accused him of being a liar or simply got annoyed with him. As such, Akio delved rather strongly into several solitary activities.

He got into video games initially just to blend in with others a bit more, which at least prevented him from being a complete loner. His parents tried their all to be as supportive as they could, but Akio knew they worried the more the older he was. Eventually, he simply learned to say that fantasy really interested him, and his mum and dad were both relieved once he convinced them he didn’t believe those things to be real anymore. His dad took him hiking on the rare occasions he had the time to do so, and his mam helped him take care of Sora when he first got him for his 12th birthday, showing him how to prepare the lizard’s food and the like. Akio basically got whatever games and other material possessions he wanted, because his parents believed that was much healthier than him going around trying to convince people spirits were real.

His parents even took him once to a particular temple once, and he learned that it once belonged to their family, though someone else obtained it some decades ago. That visit started Akio’s photo album dedicated solely to temples and shrines, though his attempts to capture a spirit on film have been in vain. He does still secretly keep a sketch-book for depicting the occasional spirit he sees, but he has also drawn and painted several that he only found about on the internet. His efforts to adapt to society’s expectation has gained him the select few friends in school, though he’s still more of a quiet and solitary boy.

Supernatural History: He was very, very young, somewhere at the start of elementary school perhaps, and he had wandered into a forest, getting a bit lost as he curiously went from tree to tree to explore. On the way, he met a very pretty lady standing by a tree and he wanted to ask her the way out. He was almost dazzled by how beautiful she was, but thankfully managed to catch the creepy factor to the scene in time. An incredibly tiny arm, red as if from blood, slowly began descending from the tree and made grabbing motions at him. The lady tried to distract him, but Akio wrenched his gaze away, turned in the other direction and ran. He ran, and ran, eventually making it out of the forest and home. He still remembers that one tree and had avoided that one forest for years, only a year or so ago managing to overcome his fear enough to give it another visit. Even though he had been young and terrified back then, he had indeed drawn about the event. Naturally, his parents weren’t overjoyed when he showed them the picture and half in excitement half in fear tried telling them all about the pretty lady who almost got him murdered. This was one of the major events that made him somewhat more cautious about what to tell whom.

I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes!

Asteria

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As soon as she put the points into Poison Resistance and gained the skill, Asteria felt better; Oberon’s healing and shield were much more effective now. This allowed her to gather her strength, and the next time the pixie cast a spell at her, first a full-body one, she concentrated as well as she could on feeling his mana energy. She thought she got the vague sense of it infusing her and attempted differentiating his mana from her own, then located her innate magic, tried rising it up so she’d be more aware of it, and join it with Oberon’s spell so she’d help it work. Whether what she did was effective or not, she could tell that the pixie’s spell purified the poison from her. An intense sense of relief washed over her as soon as it was gone – there was even a system message to confirm that she was healed, and she did indeed feel much better.

Asteria exhaled lowly and slowly, drained and loose from the fight, taking several deep breaths to collect herself. “Open status menu?” she asked confused, blinking a couple of times to see if what she said had any affect. “I was already…informed that I’m not poisoned anymore. Thank you very much for that. I owe you,” she nodded her head at the male pixie once to show she meant it. He then cast a healing spell limited to her burned area, and she swore she could almost feel the spell if she focused on it intensely, though actually grasping the sensation properly still seemed to be out of her reach for now. After she was fully healed, Oberon went to do some other business. Gone or not, Asteria would remember him for sure.

Finally, back to full health, she now had the opportunity to observe her surroundings. That one loud-mouthed Wisp had flown some distance away, and Oberon apparently followed to talk to her. Edward was passed out on the ground, and Asteria couldn’t help but wonder if he had strained so much only for her sake, and if he had, why he had done it. Mother Rat was still nearby, perhaps simply observing, not having much to do at the moment. Jason was…turning into some sort of an egg?! Maybe that’s what he had been trying to tell them when she was too insensate to pay any attention. There was also a goblin who she was fairly certain had been digging tunnels not too long ago and had just suggested that they should rest up. Seeing as how she had literally been doing that for the past who-knows-how-long, Asteria felt that would be a waste of time in her case.

Having nothing else to do, she turned to the three lizards’ corpses and began extracting their bones. She remembered how poor her last attempt at crafting had been, but a fifty or so percent success rate was better than nothing. She didn’t know if the spikes she intended to make out of the lizards’ femurs, tibiae, ribs, and the long arm bones would even come in handy, but if they did, that would be pretty great. With that in mind, she approached the first corpse and began chewing the meat off the pertinent areas as carefully as she could without damaging the bones. Extracting the leg and arm bones wasn’t that easy and sharpening all of their ends to a point went about as well as the first time she did so. Getting at the ribs was much harder though, because, one, they were connected to the rib-cage and had to be broken off, and two, they were much more fragile and harder to make anything useful of.

Still, after working tirelessly at her self-set task, Asteria managed to extract the three lizards’ bones and got some of them shaped into something that could be called a spike. Depending on the bone, some were a bit longer and tougher, while others were shorter or curvier and more fragile. But even having these at her disposal, she didn’t exactly know what to make of them. “Hey, uh, temporary goblin leader? Sorry if I didn’t catch your name…But do you think you could make traps out of these or something?” Asteria pointed to the meagre number of badly shaped ‘spikes’ if they could be truly called that, looking at the person/goblin she hadn’t interacted with so far.

@Gardevoiran

The Hunter's Club

Looks like it could be fun.

I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes!

Asteria

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Asteria remained lying curled into herself on one side, trying to wait out the shaking and cramps. As the pixie cast some magic on her, she felt getting slightly stronger for a while, but the poison stubbornly persisted. “That helps a bit,” she croaked to Oberon, then asked confusedly “Open what? Still poisoned if that’s what you mean,” she whispered, panting harshly for a while to regain strength after talking so much while in pain. Suddenly, a system message informed her of a level up. Asteria looked at the message blearily and suddenly shouted “8 points to poison resistance!” She weakly waited to see what the effect was, though she didn’t believe that she’d be miraculously healed, but the poison might wear off after a while at least.

Jason was blathering on about something terribly inconsequential some distance away, while Edward had returned from his trip and poured some water on her acid burned stomach. Asteria groaned quietly in relief. “Thanks, Ed,” she muttered, her voice still weak. She then lifted her gaze to the pixie in a request. “Can you try the healing or whatever you used just at the burned area?”

Whether the new poison resistance skill would be helpful and in what way, she’d prefer to be fully healed. She also wanted to help the process along and so she breathed as calmly as she could, trying to relax from the way the pain managed to get her all tensed up and cramping. Then, when Oberon directed the healing and/or shield spell at her abdomen, she would focus on how it felt on her fur and skin and try to feel and draw his magic inside of her body. She wanted to try mixing his magic, which already obviously worked with some sort of intent with her so-far unshaped and uncontrollable energy. Maybe she could heal herself from the inside that way. Though this process required intense concentration in the face of her current suffering, she persisted. She just had to survive and when she was rid of the poison, maybe she could rest for a few minutes. But now was the time to struggle and get through this.

Prized Bride (A New Beginning)

Ineraz Evrenarth

_{Husband of: Sera @Pupperr and Zeldria @Saltwater Thief
Interacting (briefly) with: His brides, Xae @Ellion and Keregar @Legion02}

As they continued wandering the marketplace, Ineraz bought several supplies that would most likely go to Terva, though he’d have to take some to Kereg-Kor as well if that is where he ended up going. He procured two pairs of riding breeches for his brides, despite the hardships he had finding them in the correct size. At least they were available – unlike the leather Gem-sized armour he hadn’t been able to find. They also made a stop to get Zeldria a cloak of her own, and Ineraz watched on in silence as his brides briefly interacted. He didn’t think they would ever get to be friends but as long as they were decently able to cohabit with each other, he honestly didn’t care too much what their relationship was. Of course, it would be quite interesting if he could get to enjoy them at the same time, but he wasn’t fussy enough to force or even encourage it. Especially not when he thought Sera was warming up to the idea of sleeping with him. Willingly. Ineraz quirked his lips in a small satisfied smile which soon transformed into a grimace as he rolled his shoulders, and the still present blazing pain in his back reminded him that he wouldn’t exactly be fully able of any such activity in the near future.

After this latest purchase, Ineraz led his group onto one of the main streets, and it was as if they had crossed some invisible boundary keeping a war zone from overflowing into the relative tranquility of the usual drakken businesses still operating entirely normally elsewhere. Literally the whole street was involved in some sort of a brawl, Drakken pushing each other, pounding on each other, and plenty with their weapons already drawn were charging whomever was closest. Ineraz scanned the battlefield, and almost instantly noted the Warlord of Kereg-Kor and his well-equipped entourage. The Warlord seemed to be in the centre of the fight, and if Ineraz had to offer a guess, the cause of it. Obviously, the entire street-full of Drakken must have been either addlebrained or drunk enough to believe that they could take on the vastly older and more experienced Drakkan, and win. Just as Ineraz set his right hand on the hilt of his sword with a nasty glare full of distaste directed at the crowd, he saw Sera getting knocked over by some random Drakkan in his periphery. With a feral snarl, Ineraz drew his weapon and slashed at the male. The imbecile had been trying to get to the core of the battle and had been distracted enough to get his leg cut away from him. Idiot. Ineraz felt rather righteous as he stood over the Drakkan, who with a gasp first turned to him then to his profusely bleeding thigh. The felled male looked at him in astonishment, slowly blinking as if he couldn’t believe what had just happened. Ineraz sneered at him and put him out of his misery. He then flicked his blade in irritation to get most of the blood off and re-sheathed it.

He had to give himself a moment to breathe and calm his flaming back. After that, Ineraz turned to Sera, who was still on the ground, and offered her his hand. When she accepted, he picked her up – almost effortlessly despite his back trying valiantly to kill him with the fiery aching – and brushed her off. Whether there was actual dust on her or he simply wanted to touch his possession to make sure she was still whole and healthy was anyone’s guess. It seemed like he wanted to do more, but just then another Gem practically knocked into him out of nowhere. Ineraz noted that if she had been a trained fighter, he would have likely been killed already due to being caught unawares. It would have been brilliant too – which Drakkan could possibly expect a Gem to come in charging for the kill? As it was however, the girl stammered out an apology, then threw herself at Zeldria, whom she obviously knew. Ineraz frowned at the pair and assessed his surroundings yet again. His group and Keregar’s were now almost side by side. It was safe to assume that the tanned, brown-haired, and brown-eyed Gem was actually Keregar’s. Ineraz decided to help protect her for the time being.

“Zeldria, Sera,” he growled lowly at them meaningfully. “Take cover by the wagon. Sera, feel free to burn any Drakkan trying to get close. Try not to inconvenience our allies though,” he gestured to Keregar’s group which was close-by and engaging pretty much everyone else. “You girl,” he hissed at the Gem stranger. “Either return to your master or stick close. And don’t die,” he briefly glared at her. “Nor,” he stated as if to the air, but the black hound’s ears perked in attention. “Guard,” he told the beast, pointing him at the Gems. The hulking black beast, followed by a slighter grey hound, ambled towards the Gem trio, to protect them from any Drakken wishing them harm.

Senn, the only Drakkan guard Ineraz had with him for this venture, was already standing with his weapon drawn at the wagon’s flank, attacking any approaching troublemakers to keep them away from the goods. The sandy beige and dark brown hounds were still with the guard, and snapped aggressively at enemy Drakken, helping Senn chase them away. Ineraz took this opportunity, when most of the brawlers were still focused on Keregar, to run to the wagon, climb up on its roof, take his bow from where it had hung over his back, and begin picking off the Drakkan one by one from his relatively safe vantage point. Though every single shot further aggravated his injured back, Ineraz kept at it. He was irritated enough that he didn’t even care how many Drakken were scared away from the combat zone and how many were killed on the spot, their life forfeited due to a petty little fight.

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Some half-hour later, when the street was much bloodier and littered with corpses alongside the still living, and the assailants had either been scattered or slain, the skirmish was finally finished. Ineraz put the bow back around his back, still perched on the wagon, and stretched. His back protested at this action. Several of the cuts there had opened, and he could tell that his bandages were getting soaked in blood, though thankfully it was unlikely that that would be visible over the leather vest he wore over the (probably now bloody) shirt. His arrows had been mostly depleted during the battle, but as it was for a good cause, he did not mind. After wiping the sweat off his brow, Ineraz hopped back down. He checked on his brides, hovering by them while he ascertained whether they needed tending or not.

Finally, he turned and walked the short distance towards Keregar. “Warlord.” Ineraz greeted the older Drakkan with a feral little grin, unable to help his delight even though his back could probably serve as a furnace right now. “Not a bad way to meet,” he smirked and nodded at the felled Drakken, their blood steadily seeping down the path of least resistance, flowing into the gutters and getting into all the little cracks and fissures, but also slowly drying to a darker crimson. “What do you want with me, then?” Ineraz asked this curiously, his query honest and to the point but not without respect. He kept his gaze focused on the Warlord, ignoring the other's brides even though one of them had kind of assaulted Zeldria.

Summary

Thinks about his brides. Watches 'em. Spends more money. Finds Keregar! Gets involved in a street-wide fight. Kills the jerk who knocked Sera over. Advises his brides to take cover and encourages Sera to burn the bastards. Tells Xae to either get back where she came from or stay under his protection while they kill some Drakken. Snipes off NPCs from his wagon like a boss. Speaks to Keregar.

For Greater Evil: An Interest Check!

Interested.