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War Notes

Apologies for the delay. Been a little busy but things are clearing up now.

War Notes

— World's End Strait —

As the giant birds attacked she dove into cover, just as quickly leaving again under a cloak of shadow. A shot from her crossbow did little but startle one of them as it sailed wide of it's target. Szeren hung the weapon on its sling instead of reloading. Such a light crossbow wouldn't have the range that was needed here unless the Roc was already diving towards her.

Instead she slowed her pace, moving from cover to cover through interconnected shadows until she reached the group. Her cloak faded until she was just recognizable from close by.

It looked like a plan was in progress. She reloaded the crossbow and moved to stand against the shadowed wall of a building, blending in with a practiced ease born of necessity. With the weapon shouldered, her eyes scanned the sky as the others moved.

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

— Dragonback —

The hopelessly paranoid knight was in motion before the first flight of arrows had reached the formation. His bad leg was already slipped from the stirrup and he, somewhat less skillfully than he might have hoped, rolled from the saddle to land on the ground in a half crouch. He drew his blade and cast about with his eyes. Some feeling or premonition had set his nerves on edge.

The strange weight in his sword, was it a trick of his mind and the tiresome days on the road or something else.

A heartbeat later his horse screamed in pain and bolted, leaving him open. Indrau swore and made for the safety of his fellow knights.

— Dragonback —

"I'm sure he does a lot of venting, lest he explode."

Suddenly they were under attack. Salz pivoted on the spot, thrusting her burden of children between herself and the wagon. Such a large target couldn't possible come through a volley unscathed however. As a couple bounced harmlessly off of her armour a single one pierced the chain over her shoulder. With a vicious snarl she snapped the shaft near the head between two fingers and reached up into the wagon for her spear, her own height worth of oak as large around as a mans wrist and topped with a slender leaf shaped head as long as her hand.

"Get under the wagon and stay there."

Now she pulled off the heavy canvas cover and used it to cover at least one side of the wagon. Spear in hand she stood over the Sunfield twins.

War Notes

@KoL little busy at the moment, should be posting tomorrow though.

Overlord : Advent of the Gods

posting from the interest check.

Death Knight Kallahar

Behind the Avatar
Name: Katelyn Illyr
Age: 31
Gender: Female
Bio: Katelyn was an ordinary police officer in a small town where the most notable things to happen are the odd traffic accident or public drunkenness. She craves some sort of excitement in her life.

In Yggdrasil she could be whatever she wanted and Katelyn threw her whole self into this game. Under the guise of the Death Knight Kallahar she was a hardcore roleplayer without exception. In all of the years of playing there was never any mention of real life or break from the character she had created for herself. Every job choice was tailored towards adding to this.

Even within her own guild there was no mention of her real life interests or hobbies. There was nothing but the game. Within the guild her own created NPC was a paladin that her character bore a great deal of enmity towards, which was reciprocated. Needless to say her life within the game was a great deal more interesting than her own life, doing much to relieve the day to day tedium.

The character Kallahar is an honorable knight that reveres death as an inviolable law of the world, one that requires swift retribution for any violation. Of course, she is not above looking the other way in the case of her allies.

The Avatar
Name: Kallahar
Appearance:

Under the helmet is lank, black, greasy hair and a pale, unmarked face. Not entirely unattractive but maybe a bath might be in order. She stands at nearly 7 feet in her armour.
Race: Human
Gender: Male => Female in the New World
Character Level: 100
Alignment: -200
Job Class: Fighter
Subclass: Dark Knight, Death Knight, Mounted Knight, Others
Fighting Style: Area and single target damage, team buffs and self buffs. Fights from Horseback or on foot. She protects her allies at risk to herself.
Strengths: High physical damage, medium defense. Can buff allies with the same dark energy that empowers her own attacks. This character is built around constantly gaining back lost health through dealing damage and stealing health from enemies.
Weaknesses: Weak to holy type damage. Her Dark Knight abilities are fueled by using up her own hit points. Kallahar has little in the way of ranged attacks.

The Death Knights reverence of death means that she bears an enmity towards undead that still bear their souls, will make no move to revive fallen allies and make no move to revive herself. The Dark knight class carries its own code of conduct to treat enemies with respect and to fight honorably. These are not game mechanic restrictions but are self imposed.
Equipment:

• Bloodseekers Blade: Attacks steal a portion of the targets life equal to a fraction of the damage dealt through physical attacks.
• Profane Plate Armour: The black armour of a disgraced paladin. Aside from it's high magical and physical defense, it also allows an additional Profane Aura to be activated.
• Bleeding Heart Amulet: an endlessly bleeding heart on a chain. Stores excess healing to allow the bearer to be healed beyond their maximum health value, up to double.
• The Black Charger: An undead mount covered in dark armour that is unique to Kallahar.

Abilities:

• Profane Aura:_Passive Emit a selection of unholy auras (default of two maximum). These can be switched at any time after a short delay.
  
  
  • Soulflay Aura(2 slots): (Enemies, allies, self) Deals damage equal to one percent of the total health pers second to those affected. Undead are healed for that amount instead.
  • Unholy Vigor: (Allies, self) apply an unholy damage bonus to the attacks of those affected.
  • Unholy Strikes: (Self) Apply a greater damage bonus to her own attacks.
  • Deathwind: (Enemies) pushes back against enemies and reduces the amount of damage they deal.
  • Etherfloat: (Self) The Death Knight floats above the ground, gaining a movement speed bonus and falling slowly from great heights.
• Deaths Blessing:_active Used with the offhand, deals unholy damage to a target on contact and heals the user for the amount dealt. Affected by Bloodbane.
• Bloodbane:_passive Recently taken damage is added to the Dark Knights next attack. If no damage has been taken since the last attack then the knight loses health equal to half of it's remaining total to add to the damage. This is applied to every attack.
• Issue Challenge:_active Issues a challenge, gaining a damage bonus against the target if they do not attack the user within 5 seconds.
• Intercept:_active The knight puts their self in the path of an attack meant for an ally, taking the damage instead. Damage taken while performing this ignores half of her armour rating.
• Duskwave:_active Projects necrotic energy ahead of her, damaging enemies and healing her for a portion of the damage dealt.
• Hellbound Fervor:_passive Continues fighting after reaching 0 HP. The time the user remains alive depends upon how much health remained before the killing blow was struck. Being killed from full health lets the user remain active for a full minute. All healing received in this state is negated.
• Mounted Knight:_passive Allows a greater control over mounts and the use of any abilities in combat while mounted.

How a normal human would view me:
There's something not right about her. How she stands, acts, and how she looks at people like simple objects. She projects the same aura as a graveyard or mausoleum. Without a doubt, this is not a person to be crossed.

Re:CREATORS 2nd Offense RP.

The Tyrant Sword

Under the hood his face is covered by a dark iron mask and the voice underneath it is echoed and distorted. The color of his cloak changes freely to match those that he has aligned himself with.

Name: Rook Dalliard (not known to the readers)
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Race: Human

Personality:
Rook Dalliard is an irredeemable coward. Given a fair fight he will run or cheat rather than take it head on. This is something that he has become very good at. That said, he will be true to his word and not leave any task undone. Rook embraces his new fame and has taken to the deceit with enthusiasm and a newfound skill in acting.

His cowardice has lessened over time, if only slightly. Rook will now tackle fights with more focus and drive, planning engagements to give himself as much of an advantage as possible.

He is not arrogant nor entirely humble but instead walks a fine line in the middle. The stories he tells of his deeds have only the slightest of embellishments but Rook won't refute any claims about him made by others.

Rook is also very free with his money and enjoys drinking, gambling and fighting when nothing but his pride is at stake.

Plot Summary of Original content:
Tyrant Sword
[Fantasy][Military][Action]
King Slayer. Massacre Knight. Tyrant Sword. For hundreds of years there have been stories of a mercenary that takes money to accomplish impossible tasks and slay mythical monsters. A myriad of stories are are whispered around campfires and over drinks, sometimes by himself. He is a hero to those he fights alongside and a villain to those against him.

To himself, he is a fraud.

Backstory:
A decade ago in the chaotic aftermath of a battle a mere foot soldier, sick with fear and confused by the mind numbing panic he was experiencing, struck down a knight from behind. The face behind the the black iron mask was withered and old. Certainly not that of the ageless, peerless warrior the stories told of.

So he stole the armour, the sword, and the small fortune in gold coins left with it and fled. The foot soldier took up the guise of the Tyrant Sword, finding his way through trial, error, and the help of the old knights notebook. Eventually the funds run low and he is forced to find work.

Of course the Tyrant Sword can't just take on any job and this imposter is thrown into conflicts that decide the fates of nations and battles with terrible monsters to save captive princesses. Slowly he traces back the true history of the role he has taken and the secrets that the sword and armour hold. As much as he shapes the future of the Tyrant Sword, it's past shapes him as well.

Weapons, Powers & Abilities:

• The Laughing Blade: A weapon of grey steel that looks as ancient as it is, despite the pristine edge. Aside from it's utility as a mundane weapon, the Laughing Blade burns with it's own cold fury, lending it's wielder the strength to match a perceived threat and leveling the field. It possesses a meager will of it's own, expressing itself in fits of mental laughter to anyone nearby as the situation becomes more dire. The sword desires battles of skill and will. The more equal and 'pure' a conflict, the more enjoyment it finds.
• The Fleshsteel Armour: A set of armour that repairs itself and heals the one that wears it. As a consequence of this, damage to the armour is mirrored underneath it to a degree.

Ability: The Living Legend: As the Tyrant Sword travels the world he spreads his story. And the story has a power of it's own. Embellishments that have been added and spread begin to earn a life of their own, imbuing the knight with new strengths and characteristics featured in them. The two factors that affect this are belief and popularity. A tale must be credible enough to believe and widely known for it to have any effect. Something too incredible or simply one with a bad plot would simply be a tall tale.

This ability affects him in the real world as well, blending popular pieces of fan fiction into his story. Like in his own world it requires both a margin of truth and popularity to be of any use.

Author: ▬
Real Name: Himura Akio
Age: 31
Gender: Male

Re:CREATORS 2nd Offense RP.

Round 2, let's go

Hider

Under the hood his face is covered by a dark iron mask and the voice underneath it is echoed and distorted. The color of his cloak changes freely to match those that he has aligned himself with.

Name: Rook Dalliard (not known to the readers)
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Race: Human

Personality:
Rook Dalliard is an irredeemable coward. Given a fair fight he will run or cheat rather than take it head on. This is something that he has become very good at. That said, he will be true to his word and not leave any task undone. Rook embraces his new fame and has taken to the deceit with enthusiasm and a newfound skill in acting.

His cowardice has lessened over time, if only slightly. Rook will now tackle fights with more focus and drive, planning engagements to give himself as much of an advantage as possible.

He is not arrogant nor entirely humble but instead walks a fine line in the middle. The stories he tells of his deeds have only the slightest of embellishments but Rook won't refute any claims about him made by others.

Rook is also very free with his money and enjoys drinking, gambling and fighting when nothing but his pride is at stake.

Plot Summary of Original content:
Tyrant Sword
[Fantasy][Military][Action]
King Slayer. Massacre Knight. Tyrant Sword. For hundreds of years there have been stories of a mercenary that takes money to accomplish impossible tasks and slay mythical monsters. A myriad of stories are are whispered around campfires and over drinks, sometimes by himself. He is a hero to those he fights alongside and a villain to those against him.

To himself, he is a fraud.

Backstory:
A decade ago in the chaotic aftermath of a battle a mere foot soldier, sick with fear and confused by the mind numbing panic he was experiencing, struck down a knight from behind. The face behind the the black iron mask was withered and old. Certainly not that of the ageless, peerless warrior the stories told of.

So he stole the armour, the sword, and the small fortune in gold coins left with it and fled. The foot soldier took up the guise of the Tyrant Sword, finding his way through trial, error, and the help of the old knights notebook. Eventually the funds run low and he is forced to find work.

Of course the Tyrant Sword can't just take on any job and this imposter is thrown into conflicts that decide the fates of nations and battles with terrible monsters to save captive princesses. Slowly he traces back the true history of the role he has taken and the secrets that the sword and armour hold. As much as he shapes the future of the Tyrant Sword, it's past shapes him as well.

Weapons, Powers & Abilities:

• The Laughing Blade: A weapon of grey steel that looks as ancient as it is, despite the pristine edge. Aside from it's utility as a mundane weapon, the Laughing Blade burns with it's own cold fury, lending it's wielder the strength to match a perceived threat and leveling the field. It possesses a meager will of it's own, expressing itself in fits of mental laughter to anyone nearby as the situation becomes more dire. The sword desires battles of skill and will. The more equal and 'pure' a conflict, the more enjoyment it finds.
• The Fleshsteel Armour: A set of armour that repairs itself and heals the one that wears it. As a consequence of this, damage to the armour is mirrored underneath it to a degree.

Ability: The Living Legend: As the Tyrant Sword travels the world he spreads his story. And the story has a power of it's own. Embellishments that have been added and spread begin to earn a life of their own, imbuing the knight with new strengths and characteristics featured in them. The two factors that affect this are belief and popularity. A tale must be credible enough to believe and widely known for it to have any effect. Something too incredible or simply one with a bad plot would simply be a tall tale.

This ability affects him in the real world as well, blending popular pieces of fan fiction into his story. Like in his own world it requires both a margin of truth and popularity to be of any use.

Author: ▬(Red)
Real Name: Himura Akio
Age: 31
Gender: Male

Overlord Roleplay?

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@TheFake I believe that the one who messed up the numbers was @drewccapp tho..? You're correcting the wrong person.

And I also made the same remark a few posts ago anyway...

@Dead Cruiser

Woops, I thought that @vancexentan was using the quote to defend the stats in some way. Anyway, it's not like there's a need for actual numbers anyway.

Overlord Roleplay?

@vancexentan

Also from the wiki:

In YGGDRASIL, there were three different types of job classes. Base, high and rare. Base job classes can be leveled up to 15, high classes can be leveled up to 10, and rare classes, like World Champion or Eclipse, can only be leveled to 5. In fact, some powerful classes were unlocked by PKing heteromorphs without suffering from any penalty while doing so.

so at most either of your jobs could be level 15

Overlord Roleplay?

<Snipped quote by Rune_Alchemist>

I don't think you even need that outlandish of a reasoning. Think about it:

You get off work at 17 get home 18 eat dinner then go to the gym at 19 come back at 20 and play games till 01(ish) till you gotta go to bed to wake up at 07. from 20 to 01 that's about 6 hours of free time and lets say a hardcore gamer dedicates 5/6 of those from games. So their not a NEET just games are their hobby/ competitive gamer.

~8760 Hours a year. 52 weeks x 5 days (excluding weekends) = 260 days, times 5 hours = 1300 hours , but for reasoning lets take 30 whole days worth of hours(720 hours) of those for idk. Your pet Kangroo dying and the crippling depression makes you like nothing in life and all you just want to do is nothing, but lay down and listen to Heavy Metal and sad Alternative Rock... Or possibly Birthdays, work parties, or signing divorce paperwork.

SO, 580 hours a year and the game lasted from 2126 AD to 2138 AD. so 12 years 580x12=6960 hours.

Almost 7000 hours of game play. Again for a person to put in just 5 hours of their day playing something already seems a little much (that's not including those broke weekends where you play it for like 10). No game in existence or any existence can have that much content for a dedicated Player to not have a Broken Godly level char. Shitttttt, you might have 3.

@Thecrash20

look at the characters story though. She's only 21 and has only been playing since her senior year of high school which would have been when she was 18 or so. so that's really only 3 years. of course, with full time play over those 3 years she could still have close to 7000 hours(or more) given that the game had already existed for 9 years(and I'd assume it had been updated regularly during that time) that amount of content sounds easily doable. Especially given the apparently heavy PVP element since apparently people seem to be able to put thousands of hours into the latest CoD games for some reason(which is beyond my comprehension).