((Magic Canonically comes in way too many shapes and sizes to describe. You should just pick a power and see what happens. If you don't want magic, that's a perfectly fine option, also using artifacts instead of powers is fine too.))
((On the gun thing, guns are most definitely more effective than swords in many instances, but a sword crafted for the slaying of dragons is going to be better for fighting dragons than a powerful gun, just as a gun forged and sealed to slay demons will be better at killing demons than a sword simply forged from a powerful metal.
The A to B thing is poorly worded, I believe that is what GG really meant.
In its simplest form, magic seems to give purpose. ))
((Solawind summed it all up fairly well. Most magic is cast mentally. Only incredibly powerful spells require preparation.))
Projection: Reno can circle through all items stored in his pocket dimension.
Transmission: While focused during battle, Reno can shift a couple of metres away from his current position instantaneously as a reflex ability to dodge the otherwise inevitable attack. He can also utilize this ability to teleport instantly to the current location of the last thrown weapon that he used.
Bio
Reno was born son to the imperial court of her majesty, Natalie Sivis the 3rd. His parents, both high ranking members of the imperial guard, raised him within the fonts of the royalty that they were serving. Reno lived as a little prince until the age of twelve, much like any other kid whose parents enjoyed elevated priviledges behind the walls of Castle Sivis. He was taught, among other things, four different languages, swordplay and martial arts, as well as magic casting and weaving.
At the age of twelve, young Reno found himself enlisted under the military academy of the imperial army. There, he would train and specialize into utilizing teleportation magic to beat his enemies by outmaneuvering them, and bruising them without being expected to attack. His paced fate would continue being weaved by others but himself for six more years, until the day of his graduation came as soon as Reno turned eighteen. The rewards that he sweeped were a masterfully crafted version of the weapon on which he focused during his training (glaive, lance and dagger), and a magic crystal - key to a personal sub dimension from where an entire arsenal of tools and weapons could be accessed instantaneously.
After graduation, class assignments followed. Mercenaries to the throne, all graduates were expected to serve willingfully and sacrifice their own lives to save the crown. Reno's team of five was originally sent to investigate the farthest reaches of the known world, a place of elvish mystery known as Arelia Isles, from which incoming reports acknowledged a looming catastrophe. The unfortunate team ran into trouble as soon as they made it outside of the safety of the human kingdom - surprised by an unprecedented attack from lackeys of Marchosias. The inexperienced team was shredded from the diabolical forces, leaving only a wounded Reno to be spared.
On that day, Reno managed to crawl an impressive one kilometre to the nearest outpost in those wrecked lands. There he was offered help, having been recognized as a member of the imperial army. Mending his damaged body tolled one year of his lifetime, however Reno's vandalized prestige didn't let him retreat to the safety of the inner kingdom. He was bound to complete his quest, no matter what. He spent the following year traversing the plane of existance on his own, searching for a way to reach the faraway lands of Arelia.
Deserted, broken, abandoned and traumatized, Reno has lived a life more fitting to a slave than an individual born in royalty. But there was no room for narcissism in such dark times. And after that year, Reno managed to make it to the land for which he had been searching for over two years.
Inventory
Arcane Necklace. The crystal embedded within vibrates at a key frequency that allows Reno to access his pocket dimension. Within that dimension, Reno has currently stored:
-Moonshard
Reno's most praised possession, this specialized weapon has been forged from pure mithril. The legendary material grants the weapon unmatched durability and ensures that the blades do never turn blunt. The weapon serves as both a glaive if the primary side is used, and a thrown lance that Reno can use to utilize his Transmission ability.
-Lycata
A solid eight inch (~25cm) dagger of reinforced steel. The blade has been silvered in order to make the weapon more effective against shapeshifters and other targets that pose weakness to the metal. Lycata does also carry the thrown property of Reno's Transmission technique.
-Amigo
An ambidextrous handgun that fires 10mm rounds from a 20-round magazine. A reliable countermeasure against more vulnerable targets, and also a method to pick up lightly armoured combatants from a couple hundred metres afar.
-Ordinatus
The Ordinatus is no ordinary gun. This pistol sized monstrosity fires enormous 21mm rounds from an over-and-under barrel setup, with a maximum effective range of 600 metres. Within his pocket dimension, Reno carries four different types of rounds to fire; High Explosive, Armor Piercing, Incendiary Rounds, and the savage 21mm Sharks, which can be fired from double the range of the normal weapon effectiveness and hovers automatically to any targets that the round locks in mid-air.
(20 MM?! Wrist breaker. Upper arm breaker maybe? Not applying logic to this, just trying to imagine and laughing so hard.)
(( I don't care. Nobody asked for your gun reasoning. You are trying to bring in the logic that gun beats sword in a roleplay whose creator specifies that sword beats gun. Please, since you have no intention of joining this roleplay, stop bothering us with your stupidities. ))
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Projection: Reno can circle through all items stored in his pocket dimension.
Transmission: While focused during battle, Reno can shift a couple of metres away from his current position instantaneously as a reflex ability to dodge the otherwise inevitable attack. He can also utilize this ability to teleport instantly to the current location of the last thrown weapon that he used.
Bio
Reno was born son to the imperial court of her majesty, Natalie Sivis the 3rd. His parents, both high ranking members of the imperial guard, raised him within the fonts of the royalty that they were serving. Reno lived as a little prince until the age of twelve, much like any other kid whose parents enjoyed elevated priviledges behind the walls of Castle Sivis. He was taught, among other things, four different languages, swordplay and martial arts, as well as magic casting and weaving.
At the age of twelve, young Reno found himself enlisted under the military academy of the imperial army. There, he would train and specialize into utilizing teleportation magic to beat his enemies by outmaneuvering them, and bruising them without being expected to attack. His paced fate would continue being weaved by others but himself for six more years, until the day of his graduation came as soon as Reno turned eighteen. The rewards that he sweeped were a masterfully crafted version of the weapon on which he focused during his training (glaive, lance and dagger), and a magic crystal - key to a personal sub dimension from where an entire arsenal of tools and weapons could be accessed instantaneously.
After graduation, class assignments followed. Mercenaries to the throne, all graduates were expected to serve willingfully and sacrifice their own lives to save the crown. Reno's team of five was originally sent to investigate the farthest reaches of the known world, a place of elvish mystery known as Arelia Isles, from which incoming reports acknowledged a looming catastrophe. The unfortunate team ran into trouble as soon as they made it outside of the safety of the human kingdom - surprised by an unprecedented attack from lackeys of Marchosias. The inexperienced team was shredded from the diabolical forces, leaving only a wounded Reno to be spared.
On that day, Reno managed to crawl an impressive one kilometre to the nearest outpost in those wrecked lands. There he was offered help, having been recognized as a member of the imperial army. Mending his damaged body tolled one year of his lifetime, however Reno's vandalized prestige didn't let him retreat to the safety of the inner kingdom. He was bound to complete his quest, no matter what. He spent the following year traversing the plane of existance on his own, searching for a way to reach the faraway lands of Arelia.
Deserted, broken, abandoned and traumatized, Reno has lived a life more fitting to a slave than an individual born in royalty. But there was no room for narcissism in such dark times. And after that year, Reno managed to make it to the land for which he had been searching for over two years.
Inventory
Arcane Necklace. The crystal embedded within vibrates at a key frequency that allows Reno to access his pocket dimension. Within that dimension, Reno has currently stored:
-Moonshard
Reno's most praised possession, this specialized weapon has been forged from pure mithril. The legendary material grants the weapon unmatched durability and ensures that the blades do never turn blunt. The weapon serves as both a glaive if the primary side is used, and a thrown lance that Reno can use to utilize his Transmission ability.
-Lycata
A solid eight inch (~25cm) dagger of reinforced steel. The blade has been silvered in order to make the weapon more effective against shapeshifters and other targets that pose weakness to the metal. Lycata does also carry the thrown property of Reno's Transmission technique.
-Amigo
An ambidextrous handgun that fires 10mm rounds from a 20-round magazine. A reliable countermeasure against more vulnerable targets, and also a method to pick up lightly armoured combatants from a couple hundred metres afar.
-Ordinatus
The Ordinatus is no ordinary gun. This pistol sized monstrosity fires enormous 21mm rounds from an over-and-under barrel setup, with a maximum effective range of 600 metres. Within his pocket dimension, Reno carries four different types of rounds to fire; High Explosive, Armor Piercing, Incendiary Rounds, and the savage 21mm Sharks, which can be fired from double the range of the normal weapon effectiveness and hovers automatically to any targets that the round locks in mid-air.
Notes
Noctis imposer.
Projection:
Transmission:
((Accepted. May very well begin tonight.))
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"The best revenge is to be unlike him who performed the injury." - Marcus Aurelis
Appearance: Does four arms count as a power? Cause that's the case with them.
Powers: He has the standard racial traits of a Warforged, enhanced strength and ease of repair. Besides that, he can easily mend infused or non-infused items into his body, able to take the properties of it as well.
(Magic infused items can enhance his body or weapons.)
Immune to his own current.
Enhanced reflexes: Pretty much obvious, he reacts quite quickly, which was necessary for his previous occupation.
3 different types of vision: FLIR, Scan and X-Ray. Scanning allows a general readout on a subject as well as some structural data/history on it. (Not people's history, rather object history.) The scan function is artifact based. Only the scan is actually magic.
Enhanced durability: Compared to living things that aren't using armor or magic.
Bio: FreQuency, like most other Warforged, was made for combat to an extent. In specific, they were made for deterring crime for the most part, killing if absolutely necessary. Now, their creator didn't originally make them for that, they were originally planned to be a bodyguard. This was until Shadowscythe had risen of course. Oddly enough, FreQuency's creator didn't disappear at all.
She had just changed her mind, as she noticed the massive spike in disorder among the populace within the first year. Rogues and Thieves ran rampant in her area of town, so she figured it'd be best to talk to the mayor for permission to put FreQuency into action. He agreed, letting FreQuency be in charge of riot control, crime investigation or guarding important people that were passing by. Unfortunately FreQuency's creator went missing around this time, causing him to resign from his job in order to search for her. He figured that he might be able to get answers if he were to help the Phari.
Inventory: Shock gauntlets/"EG-201"(Capable of Taser stun to frying if necessary), Shock greaves/boots "EG/B-202", Arc Gun "ECR-01". (Has a limited range of 90 meters, sends electricity downrange. Can stun or fry. By fry, I mean think Arc Cannon from Titanfall. Might cause issues for those with weak hearts or pacemakers, as with the other weapons.) Not much else, a bag for carrying excess things. Pretty large bag, typically slung across his back.
Appearance: Does four arms count as a power? Cause that's the case with them.
Powers: He has the standard racial traits of a Warforged, enhanced strength and ease of repair. Besides that, he can easily mend infused or non-infused items into his body, able to take the properties of it as well.
(Magic infused items can enhance his body or weapons.)
Immune to his own current.
Enhanced reflexes: Pretty much obvious, he reacts quite quickly, which was necessary for his previous occupation.
3 different types of vision: FLIR, Scan and X-Ray. Scanning allows a general readout on a subject as well as some structural data/history on it. (Not people's history, rather object history.) The scan function is artifact based. Only the scan is actually magic.
Enhanced durability: Compared to living things that aren't using armor or magic.
Bio: FreQuency, like most other Warforged, was made for combat to an extent. In specific, they were made for deterring crime for the most part, killing if absolutely necessary. Now, their creator didn't originally make them for that, they were originally planned to be a bodyguard. This was until Shadowscythe had risen of course. Oddly enough, FreQuency's creator didn't disappear at all.
She had just changed her mind, as she noticed the massive spike in disorder among the populace within the first year. Rogues and Thieves ran rampant in her area of town, so she figured it'd be best to talk to the mayor for permission to put FreQuency into action. He agreed, letting FreQuency be in charge of riot control, crime investigation or guarding important people that were passing by. Unfortunately FreQuency's creator went missing around this time, causing him to resign from his job in order to search for her. He figured that he might be able to get answers if he were to help the Phari.
Inventory: Shock gauntlets/"EG-201"(Capable of Taser stun to frying if necessary), Shock greaves/boots "EG/B-202", Arc Gun "ECR-01". (Has a limited range of 90 meters, sends electricity downrange. Can stun or fry. By fry, I mean think Arc Cannon from Titanfall. Might cause issues for those with weak hearts or pacemakers, as with the other weapons.) Not much else, a bag for carrying excess things. Pretty large bag, typically slung across his back.
Notes: Hello. Nothing to see here, carry on.
((The bio fells a touch disorganised to me, but otherwise I like it. Accepted.
Just a question though, did you just come up with all this on the spot or did you go to the wiki?))
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Chapter I: Light Awakens
"It always seems impossible until it's done." - Nelson Mandela
The Snake's Hand
As the last light of day slowly shrinks beneath the horizon, the five weary newcomers enter through the small bar's only door. The barkeep gives them a brief smile before returning to his duties. In the back corner, just by the warm glow of the fireplace, the bar's only patrons await them. A man possibly in his late fifties, with black hair, the early signs of gray setting in, well built, wearing a wolf's skin cloak. A knight with gleaming white armour, a massive claymore attached to his back. A woman wreathed in black cloth, a bow strapped across her chest. A red-haired dwarf, furiously tinkering with a gun-like contraption. And a young girl, presumably in her twenties, constantly writing in a leather-bound tome.
The oldest man addresses the new-comers. "Only five?" His voice is deep, though not as rough as one might assume upon first glance. "I had hoped for at least a few more. Luna, fetch us some drinks m'dear." The girl with the book immediately leaps to her feet and heads for the bar. "My name is Alistair Wolff. 39th Grandmaster of the Phari. These are my colleagues, Captain Ceres Branwick." The knight nods. "Journeyman Rina Farrah" The woman with the bow bows, "Balous Longtooth, our blacksmith." He gestures to the dwarf. "And Luna Perdin, our scribe is the girl who just went to fetch us drinks."
"When the White towers fell, us four came here. Samuel, the owner, is an old friend. He's allowed us to use the rooms upstairs in return for a small fee." He glances around the room. "But I am not familiar with any of you. Please, introduce yourselves." Luna returns with 7 mugs of beer. Without even looking, Balous down one of them.
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"The best revenge is to be unlike him who performed the injury." - Marcus Aurelis
((The bio fells a touch disorganised to me, but otherwise I like it. Accepted.
Just a question though, did you just come up with all this on the spot or did you go to the wiki?))
((I already had the idea, but the wiki reinforced my choice of weapons. For backstory, I was kinda lazy...))
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Zaera
Zaera pushed his way forwards through the group, grabbing a mug and pouring its contents into his bag which promptly licked its hem. "I am Seer Zah-era Volf, new to these islands, commissioned by former right-hand antivolf Serra. And hopefully source solution to your problem." Zaera put the empty mug down on the nearby surface of another table and moved aside to allow the other members of his party to introduce themselves, he recognised a couple from the walk over here but hadn't spoken to any of them seeing as how he previously had no clue who he would be working for, nowadays almost everyone looked like an adventurer.
Z cautiously inspected the 'Phari', they didn't look like much other than battle-hardened, but surely they must be strong considering their status as survivors. Zaera then carefully inspected his soon to be comrades, a rag tag bunch with maybe a couple of decades experience between them all, not impressive but not new recruits either it would seem.
Nineball had made his way in as well, not surprised by the fact that there were few interested in risking their lives for a greater cause. Well, all Nineball really wanted to do was find his creator, but saving the world would be a bonus. If there's no world to live in, what's the point of finding someone anyway? He had walked up and observed the group, looking at the surrounding members as one introduced himself. He performed a brief scan to identify any racial oddities and such, only discovering the races he had already known about. Perhaps someone of interest would appear eventually. A member of the group had introduced himself, going by the name of Zahera? The Warforged had something of a HUD set up in his vision and the scan added several spellings of the pronounced name, Zaera was the first option to appear. He explained his origin and said he had hoped to be the source solution to a problem.
Afterwards, Nineball decided he might as well get the introduction out of the way. He walked up looking at the group as he spoke. "I am Type-FreQuency, but I prefer to be called Nineball. I hope to be of assistance to you all. That is all." He stepped back and took a knee, waiting for the rest of the group.
Nineball had made his way in as well, trying to find an alternative to the drink he had been given. Anything machine related would've sufficed, but apparently the girl didn't expect a Warforged to be in the area. It wasn't her fault, so he had waved in a fashion that signaled everything was fine. Nineball's thoughts were quickly interrupted by someone who went by the name of Zahera? It was probably Zaera or something, that's what the autocorrect was picking up at least.
(Brb, will continue post. WIP)
((Sorry, I maybe should have made it more clear. Luna only fetched 7 drinks, but there is 10 people. Alistair & Luna aren't drinking, and she didn't get one for Nineball.))
King takes a seat at the table, sipping at his drink while Zaera and Nineball share their stories. "My name is Renhardt. Kingsley Renhardt." He stares down at his drink for a moment, muttering something about it being weak. "I was in service to Lord Yorhito for much of my life. Until his untimely death." Upon mention of his lords passing, Kingsley sips from his mug again. "I have lived by the sword for more than 20 year, and intend to do so for many more years."
Composing himself, King leans back in his chair. The two yet to speak both seemed to be warriors, like himself. At a glance, they also seemed to be warriors like himself. The machine calling itself Nineball was definitely an intriguing specimen.
((Sorry, I maybe should have made it more clear. Luna only fetched 7 drinks, but there is 10 people. Alistair & Luna aren't drinking, and she didn't get one for Nineball.))
((Thanks for the clarification, I will fix the post. Fixed, check back please.))
As Reno pushed through the wooden door of the small bar, nothing but satisfaction fills his mind. A journey that he was tasked to make two years ago has finally come to a close - or rather, an actual beginning. The small bar was empty, save for a table where four mischievous wardens were promptly waiting for their guests to arrive. Pretty standard for a bar that was called "The Snake's Hand", heh.
These people, however, they weren't just ordinary wardens. Even the youngest one, a girl that appeared to be around her mid twenties, emitted a sense of experience. These people couldn't be others than the Phari of the legends. Their aspects, their diverse identities and their looks, every part of them differed from that of a normal adventurer. Reno had seen enough combat with good comrades to know whether an individual is experienced or not. Still, why would they send out a request for help if they planned to meet up with just five adventurers? Not to mention the fact that the place they chose is... well, definetely not engaging, to say the least.
But what could Reno really say about it? He was a boy of the city, and moreover, the royal court of Sivis. This could be the reason he was expecting more than that. More like an army, or an organized unit instead of a rag tug of adventurers.
As he moved towards the table, Reno bowed in courtesy of his manners, and introduced himself to the Phari. "My name is Reno." He initiated. "Reno of the Sivis. I was part of... the response team that queen Natalie the Third tasked with this mission." As he raised from his posture, he lowered his head in memory of his lost comrades. "Unfortunately, I am the sole survivor of the original team of five." He whispered, so that no others but the folks around the table could hear him.
((Solawind summed it all up fairly well. Most magic is cast mentally. Only incredibly powerful spells require preparation.))
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"The best revenge is to be unlike him who performed the injury." - Marcus Aurelis
(( Too much magic and tech mumbo jumbo for me to handle.
jk just getting down with the app format. I'm going for something a little bit Final Fantasy-like. ))
Reno | 21 | Male | Human
Powers
Projection: Reno can circle through all items stored in his pocket dimension.
Transmission: While focused during battle, Reno can shift a couple of metres away from his current position instantaneously as a reflex ability to dodge the otherwise inevitable attack. He can also utilize this ability to teleport instantly to the current location of the last thrown weapon that he used.
Bio
Reno was born son to the imperial court of her majesty, Natalie Sivis the 3rd. His parents, both high ranking members of the imperial guard, raised him within the fonts of the royalty that they were serving. Reno lived as a little prince until the age of twelve, much like any other kid whose parents enjoyed elevated priviledges behind the walls of Castle Sivis. He was taught, among other things, four different languages, swordplay and martial arts, as well as magic casting and weaving.
At the age of twelve, young Reno found himself enlisted under the military academy of the imperial army. There, he would train and specialize into utilizing teleportation magic to beat his enemies by outmaneuvering them, and bruising them without being expected to attack. His paced fate would continue being weaved by others but himself for six more years, until the day of his graduation came as soon as Reno turned eighteen. The rewards that he sweeped were a masterfully crafted version of the weapon on which he focused during his training (glaive, lance and dagger), and a magic crystal - key to a personal sub dimension from where an entire arsenal of tools and weapons could be accessed instantaneously.
After graduation, class assignments followed. Mercenaries to the throne, all graduates were expected to serve willingfully and sacrifice their own lives to save the crown. Reno's team of five was originally sent to investigate the farthest reaches of the known world, a place of elvish mystery known as Arelia Isles, from which incoming reports acknowledged a looming catastrophe. The unfortunate team ran into trouble as soon as they made it outside of the safety of the human kingdom - surprised by an unprecedented attack from lackeys of Marchosias. The inexperienced team was shredded from the diabolical forces, leaving only a wounded Reno to be spared.
On that day, Reno managed to crawl an impressive one kilometre to the nearest outpost in those wrecked lands. There he was offered help, having been recognized as a member of the imperial army. Mending his damaged body tolled one year of his lifetime, however Reno's vandalized prestige didn't let him retreat to the safety of the inner kingdom. He was bound to complete his quest, no matter what. He spent the following year traversing the plane of existance on his own, searching for a way to reach the faraway lands of Arelia.
Deserted, broken, abandoned and traumatized, Reno has lived a life more fitting to a slave than an individual born in royalty. But there was no room for narcissism in such dark times. And after that year, Reno managed to make it to the land for which he had been searching for over two years.
Inventory
Arcane Necklace. The crystal embedded within vibrates at a key frequency that allows Reno to access his pocket dimension. Within that dimension, Reno has currently stored:
-Moonshard
Reno's most praised possession, this specialized weapon has been forged from pure mithril. The legendary material grants the weapon unmatched durability and ensures that the blades do never turn blunt. The weapon serves as both a glaive if the primary side is used, and a thrown lance that Reno can use to utilize his Transmission ability.
-Lycata
A solid eight inch (~25cm) dagger of reinforced steel. The blade has been silvered in order to make the weapon more effective against shapeshifters and other targets that pose weakness to the metal. Lycata does also carry the thrown property of Reno's Transmission technique.
-Amigo
An ambidextrous handgun that fires 10mm rounds from a 20-round magazine. A reliable countermeasure against more vulnerable targets, and also a method to pick up lightly armoured combatants from a couple hundred metres afar.
-Ordinatus
The Ordinatus is no ordinary gun. This pistol sized monstrosity fires enormous 21mm rounds from an over-and-under barrel setup, with a maximum effective range of 600 metres. Within his pocket dimension, Reno carries four different types of rounds to fire; High Explosive, Armor Piercing, Incendiary Rounds, and the savage 21mm Sharks, which can be fired from double the range of the normal weapon effectiveness and hovers automatically to any targets that the round locks in mid-air.
Notes
Noctis imposer.
Projection:
Transmission:
(20 MM?! Wrist breaker. Upper arm breaker maybe? Not applying logic to this, just trying to imagine and laughing so hard.)
Half full? Half empty? Something else altogether? You decide.
(( I don't care. Nobody asked for your gun reasoning. You are trying to bring in the logic that gun beats sword in a roleplay whose creator specifies that sword beats gun. Please, since you have no intention of joining this roleplay, stop bothering us with your stupidities. ))
((I was going to join, and learn to take a joke for God's sake. Sheesh, people these days have no humor.))
Half full? Half empty? Something else altogether? You decide.
(( I fail to see humour in a discussion that has tagged along for so long. ))
((Accepted. May very well begin tonight.))
"The best revenge is to be unlike him who performed the injury." - Marcus Aurelis
Name: Type-FreQuency "Nineball"| Age: 24 | Gender: Presumed Male. | Race: Warforged (Modernized.)
Appearance: Does four arms count as a power? Cause that's the case with them.
Powers: He has the standard racial traits of a Warforged, enhanced strength and ease of repair. Besides that, he can easily mend infused or non-infused items into his body, able to take the properties of it as well.
(Magic infused items can enhance his body or weapons.)
Immune to his own current.
Enhanced reflexes: Pretty much obvious, he reacts quite quickly, which was necessary for his previous occupation.
3 different types of vision: FLIR, Scan and X-Ray. Scanning allows a general readout on a subject as well as some structural data/history on it. (Not people's history, rather object history.) The scan function is artifact based. Only the scan is actually magic.
Enhanced durability: Compared to living things that aren't using armor or magic.
Bio: FreQuency, like most other Warforged, was made for combat to an extent. In specific, they were made for deterring crime for the most part, killing if absolutely necessary. Now, their creator didn't originally make them for that, they were originally planned to be a bodyguard. This was until Shadowscythe had risen of course. Oddly enough, FreQuency's creator didn't disappear at all.
She had just changed her mind, as she noticed the massive spike in disorder among the populace within the first year. Rogues and Thieves ran rampant in her area of town, so she figured it'd be best to talk to the mayor for permission to put FreQuency into action. He agreed, letting FreQuency be in charge of riot control, crime investigation or guarding important people that were passing by. Unfortunately FreQuency's creator went missing around this time, causing him to resign from his job in order to search for her. He figured that he might be able to get answers if he were to help the Phari.
Inventory: Shock gauntlets/"EG-201"(Capable of Taser stun to frying if necessary), Shock greaves/boots "EG/B-202", Arc Gun "ECR-01". (Has a limited range of 90 meters, sends electricity downrange. Can stun or fry. By fry, I mean think Arc Cannon from Titanfall. Might cause issues for those with weak hearts or pacemakers, as with the other weapons.) Not much else, a bag for carrying excess things. Pretty large bag, typically slung across his back.
Notes: Hello. Nothing to see here, carry on.
Half full? Half empty? Something else altogether? You decide.
((Like DnD warforged? I like it.))
((Thanks, I like Warforged as an idea in general, especially in modern settings. Gives you cool ones.))
Half full? Half empty? Something else altogether? You decide.
((The bio fells a touch disorganised to me, but otherwise I like it. Accepted.
Just a question though, did you just come up with all this on the spot or did you go to the wiki?))
"The best revenge is to be unlike him who performed the injury." - Marcus Aurelis
The Snake's Hand
As the last light of day slowly shrinks beneath the horizon, the five weary newcomers enter through the small bar's only door. The barkeep gives them a brief smile before returning to his duties. In the back corner, just by the warm glow of the fireplace, the bar's only patrons await them. A man possibly in his late fifties, with black hair, the early signs of gray setting in, well built, wearing a wolf's skin cloak. A knight with gleaming white armour, a massive claymore attached to his back. A woman wreathed in black cloth, a bow strapped across her chest. A red-haired dwarf, furiously tinkering with a gun-like contraption. And a young girl, presumably in her twenties, constantly writing in a leather-bound tome.
The oldest man addresses the new-comers. "Only five?" His voice is deep, though not as rough as one might assume upon first glance. "I had hoped for at least a few more. Luna, fetch us some drinks m'dear." The girl with the book immediately leaps to her feet and heads for the bar. "My name is Alistair Wolff. 39th Grandmaster of the Phari. These are my colleagues, Captain Ceres Branwick." The knight nods. "Journeyman Rina Farrah" The woman with the bow bows, "Balous Longtooth, our blacksmith." He gestures to the dwarf. "And Luna Perdin, our scribe is the girl who just went to fetch us drinks."
"When the White towers fell, us four came here. Samuel, the owner, is an old friend. He's allowed us to use the rooms upstairs in return for a small fee." He glances around the room. "But I am not familiar with any of you. Please, introduce yourselves." Luna returns with 7 mugs of beer. Without even looking, Balous down one of them.
"The best revenge is to be unlike him who performed the injury." - Marcus Aurelis
((I already had the idea, but the wiki reinforced my choice of weapons. For backstory, I was kinda lazy...))
Half full? Half empty? Something else altogether? You decide.
Zaera
Zaera pushed his way forwards through the group, grabbing a mug and pouring its contents into his bag which promptly licked its hem. "I am Seer Zah-era Volf, new to these islands, commissioned by former right-hand antivolf Serra. And hopefully source solution to your problem." Zaera put the empty mug down on the nearby surface of another table and moved aside to allow the other members of his party to introduce themselves, he recognised a couple from the walk over here but hadn't spoken to any of them seeing as how he previously had no clue who he would be working for, nowadays almost everyone looked like an adventurer.
Z cautiously inspected the 'Phari', they didn't look like much other than battle-hardened, but surely they must be strong considering their status as survivors. Zaera then carefully inspected his soon to be comrades, a rag tag bunch with maybe a couple of decades experience between them all, not impressive but not new recruits either it would seem.
FreQuency "Nineball"
Nineball had made his way in as well, not surprised by the fact that there were few interested in risking their lives for a greater cause. Well, all Nineball really wanted to do was find his creator, but saving the world would be a bonus. If there's no world to live in, what's the point of finding someone anyway? He had walked up and observed the group, looking at the surrounding members as one introduced himself. He performed a brief scan to identify any racial oddities and such, only discovering the races he had already known about. Perhaps someone of interest would appear eventually. A member of the group had introduced himself, going by the name of Zahera? The Warforged had something of a HUD set up in his vision and the scan added several spellings of the pronounced name, Zaera was the first option to appear. He explained his origin and said he had hoped to be the source solution to a problem.
Afterwards, Nineball decided he might as well get the introduction out of the way. He walked up looking at the group as he spoke. "I am Type-FreQuency, but I prefer to be called Nineball. I hope to be of assistance to you all. That is all." He stepped back and took a knee, waiting for the rest of the group.
Half full? Half empty? Something else altogether? You decide.
((Sorry, I maybe should have made it more clear. Luna only fetched 7 drinks, but there is 10 people. Alistair & Luna aren't drinking, and she didn't get one for Nineball.))
King takes a seat at the table, sipping at his drink while Zaera and Nineball share their stories. "My name is Renhardt. Kingsley Renhardt." He stares down at his drink for a moment, muttering something about it being weak. "I was in service to Lord Yorhito for much of my life. Until his untimely death." Upon mention of his lords passing, Kingsley sips from his mug again. "I have lived by the sword for more than 20 year, and intend to do so for many more years."
Composing himself, King leans back in his chair. The two yet to speak both seemed to be warriors, like himself. At a glance, they also seemed to be warriors like himself. The machine calling itself Nineball was definitely an intriguing specimen.
"The best revenge is to be unlike him who performed the injury." - Marcus Aurelis
((Thanks for the clarification, I will fix the post. Fixed, check back please.))
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Reno
As Reno pushed through the wooden door of the small bar, nothing but satisfaction fills his mind. A journey that he was tasked to make two years ago has finally come to a close - or rather, an actual beginning. The small bar was empty, save for a table where four mischievous wardens were promptly waiting for their guests to arrive. Pretty standard for a bar that was called "The Snake's Hand", heh.
These people, however, they weren't just ordinary wardens. Even the youngest one, a girl that appeared to be around her mid twenties, emitted a sense of experience. These people couldn't be others than the Phari of the legends. Their aspects, their diverse identities and their looks, every part of them differed from that of a normal adventurer. Reno had seen enough combat with good comrades to know whether an individual is experienced or not. Still, why would they send out a request for help if they planned to meet up with just five adventurers? Not to mention the fact that the place they chose is... well, definetely not engaging, to say the least.
But what could Reno really say about it? He was a boy of the city, and moreover, the royal court of Sivis. This could be the reason he was expecting more than that. More like an army, or an organized unit instead of a rag tug of adventurers.
As he moved towards the table, Reno bowed in courtesy of his manners, and introduced himself to the Phari. "My name is Reno." He initiated. "Reno of the Sivis. I was part of... the response team that queen Natalie the Third tasked with this mission." As he raised from his posture, he lowered his head in memory of his lost comrades. "Unfortunately, I am the sole survivor of the original team of five." He whispered, so that no others but the folks around the table could hear him.
((Just wondering whether your still accepting people or not?))