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Iyere ve Valedenia: Of War and Chaos

I will post a military stat sheet for Satyrs, which I will be using later. I have not had much time as of late, but I will try to at lest get some mentor sections going.

Mahz's Dev Journal

Just logged in…wtf with dat font? I liked it…neater. Now it is just…chaos. You italicized the titles? That makes it look…just so weird. The RPGC thing was a nice touch, but personally think the 'latest ICk' is not a good idea. Things seem to crowded.

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Please see my IC post, would this stop anything? My pistol would theoretically tear through the axe unless it was magic, but it is also a statement. I figured an acrobatics-geared combat scene would ensue, plus it is good for moving things forward.

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Rekana was riding into the city that morning, on a 'diplomatic mission'. In reality, he had come to find suitable city for control. The bells were a lovely chime, although he knew not for what occasion. He following the glorious sound into the square on his tri-horned steed.

Ideas were forming. Gears turning at unheard of velocities. He saw the lone rebel amongst the crowd, and the tyrant. A people's hero… Nothing could have been sweeter, so tempting than to expand his reign to the city… He decided: He shot the executioner's axe.

A rebel destroyed the chains. The execution quickly started heading against the Lord. Natural, Rekana led the charge. "Down with the tyrant! Down with the tyrant!". Terror ensued.

After the crowd saw him prominently on his horse, and declared him a hero, he promptly escaped the scene. He hurried to a nearby tavern to regroup, utilized a handy black mask. It looked ominous, but many of the dark satyrs were ominous, and he was 1/4 dark satyr. The tavern keep greeted him.
"Heydil, Va-ye need a stoot von?" Said the keep with the getting in Satyrtounge and the rest in broken common.
"Nyd Tyrz (No Thank You), just some hareboar rack." said the mask satyr, thinking of the delicious hareboar.
"Jey, ze frez zipment here vis vorneeng."
The keep hauled out a ridiculously-sized harbor, split in half. Reckon laid down the pence, and began chewing on the white, beef-like meat.
He finished quickly, but he made sure to lock the tavern door tightly. He did not know much of Lord Jade. One hour after the shot, he looked upon the aftermath from his balcony. He was pleased, as he saw the debris of chaos. Prehaps I should leave a note for my fellow…liberators. In the mean time, it would be wise to call an army…no, no…subtle first, a people's hero, then a surprise twist of brute force. That is the way to win nations.

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Name: Supremi Arkkenruld Aemijisti Rekana-Volon Race: Artidian (Satyr-Elf) Appearance: A Hibrid Artidian, polished black hooves on the legs of satyr with combed, black horse hair. He wears the traditional loose shirt-robe on his fair chest, a perfect white to match his legs. It is a shame Artidians do not produce sexually. His long, pitch black hair flows to his heart's length in perfect lines. Ears pointed at the perfect angle signify his highborn role of leader. His nails are crystal clear, and his eyes blue and piercing. He wears a brown-leather satchel across his shoulder, with a gold button. Other than that, he keeps a cutlass and revolver on his leather and gold-buckle belt. He sports a goatee. Personality: Somewhat brash and arrogant, but he makes up for it in experience and noble graces. Years in the artisan aristocracy have thought him well of ruling a city-state, and now he uses it to dominate the courts. He is a boldest strategic military commander, and one of the most intelligent people in his domain at a young age. Backstory: Rekana grew up in the city state of Crythim in the noble family. He was trained in the aristocratic arts, including language, science, history, arcana, swordplay, dueling, arithmetic and the performing arts. He blossomed in these intellectual pursuits, and was the leader of the Crythim Enlightenment. He faced his greatest challenge when marauding Itauri (Minotaurs) invaded his city state, killing of his kin. He swore vengeance, and vowed to place the head of the Chieftain that oversaw the execution on a metal pike and freeze it in the arcane for display. He did not kill the chieftain, but he lead the resistance to reclaim Crythim. He revolutionary work saved him the accusation of being too young, but in reality it may be partially true. regardless, he is here now, so Crythim mine as well make the best of it. Strengths: Noble Mannerisms–Skilled in flaterry, persuasion, and even deception. He can usually get what he wants from most non-hostiles. Skilled Dueler–Masterful at dueling with both guns and cutlasses, he has the agility of a panther and the bite of a lion. Alchemical Artisan–He is good at potion-making, and has constructed one or two bombs. He can tend to flesh wounds and apply good ointments. Intellegent–He is overall a very astute and knowledgable person, and is easily capable of learning. Weaknesses Young–The pressure of ruling and acting as military commander of a city state is very grueling, especially for a young prince. Arrogant–He is reluctant to listen to advice, preferring to try, test, and note-take regardless of the risk or situation. Greedy–With Crythim in ruins, gold solves many things. Gold buys happiness. Fuck the jets. What do they know about money? Micromanager–He likes to control everything in the military, and has a habit of ignoring his generals. Even if he is not an expert, he considers himself one if he read the book. Fighting Style Rekana has trained for many years to seamlessly alternate between pistol and cutlass, choosing the better one for the situation. He prefers agility to strength, and uses the immense power in his legs to make unbelievable jumps. He is known to jump constantly, remaining in motion, whenever there is a gunfight. in melee, he likes to jump behind the target to backstab. When dealing with a mage, he uses a jump-hot alchemical bomb of his own design to neutralize most magics. Through it all, he keep his commander's hat on. Equipment Jamsnuk Pistol Class XIII–An arcane-crafted wood revolver with gold plating on the trigger and barrel. Serpents are engraved on either side of the barrel, and the arcane wood pours he energy from Rekana's mana reserve to craft the 'bullet'. Arcanika Cutlass–A gold hilt and handle with golden cords strung around it, and a curved silvered blade. Mana also flows through this weapon, adding potency to the attack. Lydwev Belt–A brown-leather belt with a gold buckle and dragon embroidery. 3 satchel pockets with coin and other pocket goods are attached, as well as holdings for his pistol and cutlass. Lydwev Satchel of Alchemical Goods–A brown-leather satchel with a single golden button, decorated with dragon embroidery on the leather and engravings on the button. Various potions and bombs are kept inside the satchel, and can be reached easily. Teriwev Ribez–A loose, white silky shirt with exactly 13 gold buttons along the side. He keeps the top button undone. Tricorner Cap–A admiral's hat, exactly three corners made of black leather and a single crimson plume. Few know, but it is actually attached to his head through magic to keep it from falling off in battle. Enemies: Singularly, the Itauri clan that killed his family. He is wise enough not to hate much else. Allies: The city-state of Crythim. He is too young to make any more. Magic: Arcane energies flow through his equipment and person, aiding him in many tasks. He is skill in alchemy, but he does not use very much direct magic other than stable ones implanted by various mages at his command.

Altrania: After the Fall [Culture Shock Renaissance Imperialism]

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Iyere ve Valedenia: Of War and Chaos

The looming tower of chaos rises from the bowels of the land. The beat of war signals the act of dread: The March on Re, the last city of neutrality. It is unsure who or what invaded, but it is known that they are hostile, and that Re burns to their will. [Will add more, but this is the prelude]

Iyere ve Valedenia: Of War and Chaos

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