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Starless - Unique Fantasy RP

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Starless - Unique Fantasy RP

I am deeply sorry for how long it took me to write my intro post. For some reason I just couldn't figure out where I wanted him to start or how I wanted to write out his introduction. I apologize if it is a bit lackluster, but it is sure to improve as I find more things for him to interact with and perhaps give him a bit of direction.

For now, I hope what I have is enjoyed :)

Starless - Unique Fantasy RP

Years drifting in and out of consciousness, voices chattering, droning, chanting, and shifting as if out of focus around him. Energies came and went, waxed and waned, but it had no meaning to him. It was like this that Lyrsaeyn spent his last days, in a stupor where nothing could be processed, no true interaction made. He could speak, he could move, but none of it made any sense. He had no reason and to those few who visited and looked after him there was no pattern to his actions.

So it was that when he passed his funeral was carried out quietly, his body buried at the edge of the heartlands just shy of the mountains at its southeastern border. His tomb, as such, was laid deep beneath the earth by those who might have been his family...his children and the magics which they held. To him it was all a blur, as time had lost meaning to him and many ideas crossed this way and that, creating nothing but an incoherent babble of information fed into the disjointed fragments of his mind.

It was maddening, but it did not last forever.

Upon his body's death, Lyrsaeyn's essence was fortified, recomposed and brought back into its own. The fog cleared from his mind and concepts which had before been tied in knots, relaxed and returned to their rightful places. There was release and finally, after a lifetime of loneliness, tragedy, and finally betrayal...there was peace.

For eons he watched the shifting energies of the Heavens, the Merkstave, and the realms of man. It was to him as beautiful as an aurora, but with an endless assortment of textures and feelings to accompany the phenomenal colors and impressions that existed around him. Above him the gods resided, watching over and, at times, guiding those who lived in the realms below. In the Merkstave below there was only writhing void, something one saw at the corners of their vision, darting away as you focused only to return once you looked away.

Fleeting and ominous. He did not watch it often.

As time swept forth, Lyr found himself looking upon the energies which made up his own form and that every one in the plain of stars around him was just the same. Each a soul swept from its body by death and laid amongst the Heavens for all to see, some bright and others so dim as to be imperceptible to the naked eye—though they remained clear in his own.

Yet while it brought to him a sense of tranquility to watch he found himself haunted by a rather curious feeling: Worry. At first he thought nothing of it, but when, with the passing of eons it did not cease to recur he paid mind to it more often. Soon he began to feel it more often and then it began to become panic as the beacons of light around him began to dim and vanish as if snuffed out by some unseen force.

With each disappearance the Seer grew ever more disturbed until it seemed so few remained that he ought to be the next. Yet still he could not find it, this mysterious adversary. Its presence was like the Merkstave and whatever dwelled therein. Fleeting and nigh impossible to pin down for more than a moment.

Still, the loneliness and worry which interrupted his once tranquil thoughts with each event, were dwarfed entirely by the stark terror that was the result of a sudden pull on his essence. The colors began to swirl and twist, rejoining together, but this time they were not the colors of new life, but instead the colors of his own soul blossoming anew. The strength that had touched his soul and called him was tremendous, but before he could even understand what had occurred, it was gone again.

To replace it he found only a vaguely familiar sensation of solidity. More strange was the narrowness of his vision, as while before it had been upon all things, now it was—to his mind—as if he could look only down a tunnel with all else barred from sight.

Then it struck him. He had only felt solidity once before and it had been in life. He glanced down, but what he saw was not the glowing nimbus of his soul in star form, but instead an encapsulated system of energies, circulating and pulsating in patterns all too familiar to the weary seer. In this moment it dawned on him that he was, once again, alive.

A frown crossed his features, eyebrows screwing up, lips turning down. He pushed his hands upwards where he found only the touch of cold stone. The same hard sensation was below him and the energies were mirrored in his surroundings as well. He was enclosed it seemed. Briefly panic set in and he pushed his hands and lower legs up against the ceiling of the stone capsule.

He would have screamed, but his lungs felt as if full of thousands of years of dust, and soon his limbs grew slack once more. He could not rely on his body to escape it seemed, so he would have to rely upon his mind.

At the thought, he shifted gears and the spiritual fibers of the world around him became clearer as he expanded his influence and focused his sight. After several minutes of searching he found what he was looking for, errant spiritual energies, attached to somewhere nearby. Swiftly as he had begun to feel light headed from lack of air, he pulled the spirit to himself and bound it with energies he drew from his surroundings. Then, empowering the being, he had it infuse itself into the stone above him. Finally, with a grinding and a heavy thud, the casket was wrenched open by the spirit, its top deposited roughly upon the ground.

Immediately Lyrsaeyn sat up and took in several quick breaths, before he settled down and began to assess his situation.

He was alone in what appeared to be a remote location. Deep beneath the surface in some kind of tomb...but he was alive. Was this where he had been buried so long ago? How long had truly passed? Why was he back.

Why was he back? His eyes narrowed and he expanded his Sight into the Heavens to find...nothing. Orthus would not answer his call for council, for guidance. He could feel the God's energy, but it was only the remainder of long gone presence. Wherever Orthus was, he had not been there for a very...very long time. Disturbed by his discovery, Lyrsaeyn turned his attention back to his body and his predicament. Using the spirit as hi guide, he picked he was through the labyrinth of caverns which had apparently been built to hide his tomb from thieves and grave robbers. It appeared that it had not worked as upon searching the place he had found none of his tools, but the one still upon his form: Raelia.

With one hand grasping the pendant as it hung about his neck and the other out to stabilize him should he trip or lose his balance, Lyrsaeyn and his spirit guide eventually found their way to the surface. He was in need of sustenance at that point, but he knew he had none. Hopefully he could find some before he died again of hunger and thirst. After all, while he had no wish to dwell long in the realms of man it was clear to him that he had been resurrected for a reason. He would not kill himself for his own selfish wants, if only to honor the will of the God who had brought him back.

With this in mind, Lyrsaeyn set out, the sun overhead and a forest surrounding him, to find what he needed most.

Purpose.

Starless - Unique Fantasy RP

@ravenDivinity

That's alright, and here's Balor's specific location. I haven't really contributed a lot to the lore yet, but I suppose I might get to doing that sometime.

Hider

@Guilty Spark

Wouldja mind working together on it? I've got a bit of lore relating to that area. My character was born there actually :P

Also, I've finally got time to get me a post up. Trying to figure out where I want to start at the moment haha.

Yosh/Gan Character Testing Grounds

Genmyou – The Shade of Clarity

_Suspicions

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As the shrapnel settled, all having passed through his static chakra which had been scattered by the explosion Genmyou walked towards the statue at a diagonal, moving more to its right as to pass it by rather than meet it. As he took this path the clone concealed itself utilizing its cloak, turning entirely invisible even to the eye. Its blade continued to fill with chakra as it canceled its emitted sounds by using chakra to dampen and scatter the waves or soften its footfalls as it ran through the cloud of debris towards Kobuto its movements amplified by lightning chakra running through its form. As chakra burst from Kobuto's book the real Genmyou raised his eyebrow, nonetheless he had figured out the man's method of sensing. Nonetheless, the burst, and his words, appeared suspicious and so it was that 4 meters from the statue he planted his barrier rods into the ground and threw a kunai with wire through the cloud of smoke and towards Kobuto, altering its trajectory several times so it would come from his last position rather than his current one.

The rubble was electrically charged.

The clone sped up its chakra flow, sending more chakra into the blade until its own body was nearly empty. "At least you know that you're cornered," he said in reply. What was Kobuto up to?

[yoshua171 Vs. LilyGold] Magic's Essentials

Well, I think that finishes the fight more or less :)

[yoshua171 Vs. LilyGold] Magic's Essentials

Timore Scarborough

_Finality

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Timore ignored the serpent, not taking its words to heart. "Well then, since you've given up, I presume you'll be willing to come along and see my superiors. They make the decisions, I get to have the fun in carrying them out haha. In all seriousness I'm sorry for the wounds, I can heal you up, or at least soothe the pain, if you like," he stated, the malicious and smug expression fading somewhat as he did. So as to accentuate his intentions to be done with their conflict, he had Metentis search her over briefly, retrieving any of her gadgets so she couldn't resist much on their way back. He'd stow them in a pack and, should she be deemed safe to release by the Academy, he'd give them back later. He even removed his blade and turned it back into its concealed form, donning it once more. He did not however remove the weave of energies around her, using those as a safety measure. He began humming a tune and warmth would wash over her. Her wounds would cease their bleeding and she might even lose awareness of them entirely as he continued.

With that he'd gesture for her to follow as he headed out of the forest--not that she truly had much of a choice.

This had gone rather well, he thought.

Yosh/Gan Character Testing Grounds

Genmyou – The Shade of Clarity

_{Birth of an Assassin}

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With each seal linked to his chakra, Genmyou was nearly prepared. Storing a Fuin kakari within his blade and linking the two slots prepared him for his maneuver. Immediately he released raiton chakra into the Fuin kakari and allowed it to transfer into the papers he had hidden. Thus the earth technique was disrupted for a 4 meter radius around each piece of paper. He released the same amount of raiton chakra from his body into the ground around him as well. The maneuver went off in all the locations at the same time, making it impossible to designate which was the source. Then, tapping the tip of his blade to the ground, Genmyou sent a wave of static through the ground, striking the chakra of the earth technique Kobuto was using so as to abuse its affinity weakness. This took place in a space of 6 seconds.

Moving on he tapped the ground once more and arcs of lightning struck out from each of the pieces of paper, and the rods around his form all at once. The bolts struck the paper shuriken surrounding him setting them off and obscuring whatever line of sight Kobuto might have had of Genmyou. Nonetheless, he knew the man could sense him, the question was, how would he cope when there wasn't just one. With this in mind he preformed three sets of handseals, two were seals, and one was a kage bunshin. The seals completed first, then the clone appeared, but strangely its chakra was sealed as it came into existence. It had another seal on its person as well. As it drew its own Seigennashi no ei, the clone began channeling chakra into the blade. The clone's chakra system was sealed completely, except for a seal of the spider bite upon its palm and using a fuin kakari it could channel this chakra into its blade. Genmyou smiled beneath his mask, having essentially created an invisible entity in regards to chakra sensing as there was only one leak from the clone and that leak was a controlled one.

He wondered how this would play out.

Starless - Unique Fantasy RP

Got work the next few days. I'll try to figure out my intro post either before work or after all this Saturday. Apologies for the wait.

Starless - Unique Fantasy RP

Here's the stand I'll take.

After the Sturmkirks, Volkimir's family, become vampires, the lands which they owned became a barbaric monstrosity, filled with all manner of craziness and shadow. Over time, the Stormlands become known as the Shadowlands. In the centuries preceding the events of the roleplay, the various states of Ansus unite to form the United Kingdoms of Ansus, which eventually rise against the Shadowlands and destroy its influence in the Horror Wars. All this occurs in the 2000 years before the events of the roleplay. The United Kingdoms of Ansus change their name to simply Ansus, with the longer name 'Federation of Ansus.' This happens after the lives of Crow, Ki'ira, Jacaerys, and Altim, who live in an era when piracy is dying and countries start to unify, much like Cynderia.

Before that, a cataclysmic war happens around 29000 PA and ends around 30000 PA. This war is called the Great Hundred Years War, and it is a war waged initially between 5 or 6 separate empires. Unrest after the war leads to balkanization, and the countries are thus split into anywhere from 30 to 100 warring, sometimes feudal states, with surrounding minor kingdoms and provinces. Daen lives towards the end of the Great Hundred Years War. Balor lives before the conflict.

Clarent, Jaralia, and Zhan's lives all precede the Horror Wars, and these three characters may not have anything immediate to do with each other. But they probably had some effect on history relevant to the time periods they lived in.

The rest lived in the time period before the Great Hundred Years war, and they lived closer in proximity to each other. We could probably write a history relevant to and connecting them too.

Is everyone game?

@ravenDivinity

Dis sounds fuuuun :3