The Grey Dust

Ascension (high casual)

Any suggestions?

The idea is basically a magical accountant :P

Ascension (high casual)

Alright so below is my draft. I do need a bit of help with the EXP and history section, as I'm not too sure about the immersion of Lassa culture/Tearianaris kingdoms.

skeleton App.

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Name: R'lyeh Nighttide
Age: 62
Species: Descendant
Blood%: 60% Lassa, 40% Nayu
Gender: Male
Sex Preference: Bisexual
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 122 lbs

Physical appearance:

Reference Pictures

At sea

On land

Description: From his Nayu blood, a medium Skin tone with fine shark-like scales from his Lassa heritage. His white eyes blind from birth as part of his Nayu heritage, along with his dark hair. A definite swimmer in terms of body build typical of one who spends almost their entire lives in the water. A few draconic fins sprouting from his back, one to either side behind his shoulders like vestiges of wings, and one alone the spine from the base of his neck. There are also fins on his arms and legs which can be retracted flat in physical combat as needed.

Apparel: While in water R'lyeh wears next to nothing, preferring the feel of the cool waters on his body. However, while travelling on land, he must wear protective eel-skin robes which help retain moisture and comes with an water-storage harness worn underneath as a complex system of continual hydration and breathing. Over the lower half of his face there is an apparatus designed to resemble the lower portion of a generic face with pipes feeds into the water-storage harness. The robes also feature a hood to reduce exposure to sunlight, and is bioluminescent at night.

Occupation: Elder Archivist for Royal Court of Tearianaris

Spells:

(Lesser Necromancy) Animate Corpse: A spell to animate the bodies of the dead by creating and infusing a pseudo-soul from one's own soul essence into it. The animated corpse becomes a servant of the caster as long as they can continue to link their essence to feed the waning pseudo-soul as over time the Pseudo-soul will decay, and begin destroying its vessel. The animated corpse cannot use any abilities of its vessel, and is generally limited in intellect limited to obeying the most basic of commands to the best of its ability. Requires initial physical contact with the empty vessel to imbue the pseudo-soul.

(Lesser Hemomancy) Blood Mark of Eyes: A simple spell used to provide magical vision over an area marked by a glyph or sigil in the caster's own blood, granting the ability to see as if the caster was physically present where the glyph is. The vision range is equal to that of the caster's but also reveals invisible and intangible things usually undetectable by normal means. The Mark will fade within 24 hours naturally, or when removed by magical means by anyone.

Abilities/Powers:
Lassa 60% - Water manipulation
Lassa 40% - Water healing

Hindrances:
Blind
Anemic
Lassa- 40%+ very easily dried if not wet and the longer left without water can easily be dehydrated and scales will grow weak and flake.
Lassa - 60%+ Cannot breath air.
Unknown Weaknesses:
Nayu - 40% hearing is more susceptible to being damaged by loud noises
Nayu - 60% Susceptible to heat when dry.

Weapons: Ceremonial Glass Orb of the Royal Court of Tearianaris

= IG stuff to be updated as Rp Develops

Personality: (nothing to commit for now)
Vehicle: N/a
Faction: N/a
Pet: N/a
Adv. App.: N/a
Exp: (Not sure how this works)

History:

Ascension (high casual)

Almost done with my App.

Ascension (high casual)

Quite a bit of info to read through, however I am interested from glancing at it briefly.

[Dead Thread]

Well I guess we all gave up.

This thread is now Closed.

[Dead Thread]

Kalico has died.

This is the non-combat part of the encounter, that depending on how things play our, may or may not lead to a combat encounter. Then isn't diplomacy for suckers?

[Dead Thread]

Well done Holy Paladin. It seems you have not only protected my boat, but also managed to figure out the weakness of this beast. Oh yes, Eternity is impressed, well not really for I have all the time in the world to watch should you fail again and again. Perhaps in this incarnation you had succeeded, but in a myriad of others you had failed. In fact, the odds were marked against you, but it seems even some destinies are beyond my grasp, and only the Last of us truly can see all, for it is brother Fate which watches and guides. Now then, let us get down to business with your just rewards.

The beast fell, not with a shriek but with a terrible crashing. Dead flesh disintegrated as the tongue was stricken out by a blade. The life it had, or rather the unlife, was ousted in an instant as the giant serpent's form collapsed unto the boat, threatening to capsize it. Victory was theirs, or perhaps not for pierced into one among them was a fang, steeped in dry venom and rot such that it made the afflicted writhe in agony. The cat was staked down to the ship beneath the giant snakehead, unlucky as always in the cruel twist that a monster would cut him down. Certainly not a very pleasant way to go as the neurotoxin began its work, causing arms and legs to clench, every muscle in the body commanded to contract within moments of injection. Eyes both opened and shut, being torn out of their sockets. blood vessels and airways constricting, fingers and toes tensed at odd angles. The pressure on the detrusor and sphincters, fluids building up to burst, and the pierced heart beating itself to death as its rapid shock turned into useless flutters. Then he died, Kalico the Demon wind, his body giving up the struggle to continue to survive the concentrated amounts of venom being dumped into it. It was not a pleasant death, but neither too gruesome of one, no blood or gore which burst out of him, although he did spring at least two leaks as the last bit of action to clear his bladder and bowels were felt before his demise. And now here lies Kalico, the first of the dead amongst their numbers. his journey cut short.

Upon his last breath, did the others catch a glimpse of One of them who watches over their trial. The man wrapt in haunting white, barely visible as he emerges out of Kalico's frozen mouth upon the same breath. Turning to face them, as ethereal and wispy as the souls which had retreated back into the river in its presence. "How unlucky... I had hoped for another soul... But this will do for now..." It spoke solemnly to the remaining heroes before disappearing just as quickly as it arrived. Death after all was the busiest of all the four, but still had the time to personally collect the soul of a Demigod. Perhaps it was insurance that no one could collect the soul, and hence Death's lingering gaze upon the Collector who cheated Hell out of more than its fair amount of souls, but only as Death allows it. Uxzan visibly affected and the stone one too as they had just witnessed the reality of death here in this moment and where the cat's soul went was still a mystery. Would their former companion be taken by his god? Or will they too be here and abandoned like the rest of these bitter spirits?

The boat pushed on, amazingly moving forward on its own accord despite the dead body which hung off it and despite from the small leak currently being sealed by Kalico's body being impaled by a giant tooth on a large dead snake. It seemed to have a mind of its own, or perhaps a will of its own as it cruised along, the river of souls, no longer encountering anything to stop them for even the dead fear the Void. An existence, no matter now broken such as theirs, was nothing compared to the void of inexistence. That is to be something was comprehendible, but being nothing? That was terrifying to even the dead who had nothing left.

Troves of trees after trees down turning twists, the boat directed itself towards the end of the layer, where the greathall of the Duke sits, closing the pass between this layer and the next. The greathall came into view, or rather just a single long table from which a dead king sat awaiting the heroes. Beside him two bodies, both of disheveled monstrous forms hardly identifiable as humanoid. This was the Duke of hell's palace, a sad meeting point for the fallen and crestfallen. Those who would sear fealty to him, may taste the golden nectar of inebriation perhaps to temporary wash away the cold reality around them. But mortals taste not this foul brew, for it will certainly make you drink more in delirium.

"Welcome legendary heroes to the Winter King's Meadhall..." A somber spirit approached them, dressed as a warrior of old days. His helmet bearing horns as his legless torso manifested itself in a suit of hardened leather. More spirits came into view, as their gaze looked upon each Demigod passing the hall within. "What tribute do you bring to our lord?" There on the furthest side of the table, the Winter KIng himself, wearing nothing more than a meatsuit and loincloth, tankard full in hand as his eyes stared down at the so-called heroes.

[Dead Thread]

Well we have 3 I suppose. I'll get a post up tomorrow afternoon. I am too tired as of now to even begin writing.

[Dead Thread]

@The Grey Dust Sorry about my absence, what's going on right now in the IC

@Weird Tales

Giant snake is attacking. It's scales are difficult to penetrate, however Uxzan's arrows can slip past the scales since they are sleek enough to go between them. And Uxzan has so far attempted and successfully shot at the snake.

Thank you for returning. I was afraid I'd have to write people off so early x3

[Dead Thread]

Listen bro, if you're just going to withold crucial information like this because we didn't declare that we're speciically looking for it, then I don't think this is gonna work. I always assume anything important to resolving an encounter is just outright stated from the get-go. Besides, if you wanted perception checks and the like, you should have hosted this in the tabletop roleplay section.

@Natsucooldude

It wasn't quite withheld, rather I'm unsure of the extent of everyone's powers to sense certain details. But in the future I'll make encounters more straightforward.