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    posted a message on Mysteries of the Ancients [Low Fantasy RP] [Created Using Microscope] [OOC] [Accepting]
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    Two things before i accept this app:

    1. We had a conversation recently in our discord server, and came to a conclusion that the races can have half-breeds with each other, but that the offspring are fertile, that they cant have children of their own. Be sure this is something you're okay with.

    2. Your weapon. ""Liar's skull great knife." This dagger is constructed from the skull of a horrifying beast for the base and a mix of iron and gold for it's blade." One, please specify what kind of skull and how you obtained it, and second, remove the gold from the blade. In the era this is set in, gold is far too rare to be used in weapons-making, and the fact that gold is a "soft" metal doesn't exactly make it a good choice for a weapon either.
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    posted a message on Mysteries of the Ancients [Low Fantasy RP] [Created Using Microscope] [OOC] [Accepting]
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    || Hi, yes, I have a few questions regarding this RP, though I'm hella interested, I'd like to clarify a few things.

    - Is it possible to mix races? To have two creatures from each race 'mate' and create a half-ling?

    - Magic, I do think your take on the magic in a world is perfect, this may be the case for any given world since Magic is rather intense for people to handle, but am I allowed to create my character to be a mage of one element and to not be part of the guild.

    Thank you~


    Gamelord answered the second question as i would have. As for the first, yes, only if the mix makes sense. A Dwarf and a Ztaari wouldn't exactly be "compatible", would they? So you wouldnt be able to play as a half-dwarf-half-ztaari.
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    posted a message on Mysteries of the Ancients [IC]

    Ki'than turned his attention back to the fight. The ztaari was un-wounded, but the human had small bruises all over his body. Both of them were beginning to tire, so the match would be over soon. The human went for a quick and viscous slash with his spear at the legs of his opponent, but they managed to dodge out of the way just in time, and gave the human another bruise on his leg. The human was infuriated at this point, and started swinging recklessly at the ztaari. Though he was doing his best to dodge every attack, the ztaari slipped and fell over, at which point the human dug his spear into the leg of the insectoid.


    "Gah! I yield, i yield!" The ztaari shouted. The human removed his spear and sat down, exhausted. Two Mages approached and began healing the wounded competitors.


    "What an impressive display!" Artemisius shouted. "It seems the first victory of this tournament goes to Jared! Well done, both of you. Now, onto the next battle- Thoan versus Ki'than!"


    Ki'than perked up as he heard his name. He stood and left the cavern, alongside a young dwarf wielding a war-hammer. The two fighters from earlier were now healed and being escorted back to the cavern. Ki'than studied his opponent- he was the epitome of dwarven stereotypes. Short, stocky, muscled, dressed in full armor. Ki'than realized that he would have to do just as the other ztaari had the last round in order to win- evade and punish. He drew his short sword as his opponent readied his war-hammer.


    "Begin!"


    The dwarf began with a quick swing, that Ki'than managed to side-step easily. He then gave the dwarf a small jab with the hilt of his sword before stepping back a decent distance. The dwarf ran forward and made a predictable sideways swing, which Ki'than countered by jumping over and hitting his opponent in the head. His helmet almost rang like a bell as the ztaari retreated once more. The dwarf then took a moment to catch his breath. They then rushed forward once more, making another sideways swing. Ki'than jumped again, but the dwarf adjusted his angle mid-swing, and caught Ki'than on the leg. Ki'than fell over, wounded. His strategy wasn't working. He rolled out of the way just as the dwarf swung down on his arm, avoiding it. It seems avoiding the threat wont work now that he knows how to beat that, Ki'than thought. I'll have to remove the threat from the battle if i want to win.


    "Have ya had enough?" The dwarf asked.


    Ki'than stood, clearly favoring one leg. "Not a chance."


    The dwarf charged again, but instead of dodging, Ki'than dropped his sword and grabbed the war-hammer as it swung, redirecting it, and taking it from his opponent. Ki'than didn't have the strength to weild this, so he tossed it behind him as far as he could and picked up his short-sword again. He acted more aggressively now, giving his opponent an assortment of wounds.


    "Stop, stop stop! You have me beat!" The dwarf admitted.


    KI'than half fell over, half sat down as the crowd cheered his ingenuity and the medic mages came.


    "What an excellent strategy! Well done Ki'than, well done indeed!" Artemisius commentated.


    Ki'than looked over the crowd as people talked, and coins changed hands. Ki'than smiled to himself, trying to think of the advantages he had, and the ones his opponent had. It helped to calm him, sometimes.

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    posted a message on Mysteries of the Ancients [IC]

    Ki'than awoke the next morning, refreshed. He got up from his mattress and saw a few others awake already. Ki'than waited and examined his sword, almost in a trance until around noon. The king made a second speech about unity among the races, which fell on deaf ears for the ztaari. Soon, two names were called, and a human and ztaari stood against each other in the makeshift arena. The insectoid wielded a dagger, while the human, a spear.


    Ki'than decided to try and predict the winner. The ztaari had generally better reactions and speed than the others, whereas the humans had more endurance and durability. In theory, the best chance the ztaari had was to end it as quickly as possible, perhaps by throwing his dagger and getting lucky. That, or evade his enemy and chip at his stamina until he becomes an easy target. The human needed simply one strong blow to incapacitate his opponent. If the human could keep up or predict his opponent well, he would win. If the ztaari could avoid his enemy and land a few cheap blows, he would frustrate the human and win. It all depended entirely on skill.


    Skill is what had stumped Ki'than for the longest time. One could not measure skill, except in a situation where two people are the exact same in terms of advantages and disadvantages, which is impossible. Skill even sometimes turn itself on its own head, in a rock-paper-scissors type situation, where the skill of one may be better than the other, but the advantages the other has are enough to turn the fight around. Because skill is impossible to measure, Ki'than found that he would not always be right in determining the winner, so he instead determined how one would likely win. That was much easier to predict than who would win.


    Ki'than turned his attention back to his sword and waited for his name to be called.

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    posted a message on Mysteries of the Ancients [IC]

    Artemisius stood tall, standing on a large pillar of stone, used as a makeshift podium. He looked out and saw many spectators, at least two thousand, and like the contestants, of every race. Between them and him was a large flat stone plane, presumably the base of an old building that crumbled. A mage from the guild stood next to him. The mage nodded, meaning that his spell was ready. This spell would make it so that what the king said would be heard by everyone, but not by increasing his volume. It would be like the king was standing next to everyone, tanking directly to them.


    "Silence! Please." Artemisius said. He waved his hands to call attention to where he was. "I am glad that all of you have gathered here to watch the three-hundredth annual Ketto Tournament. Today, we have one-hundred and twenty eight contestants to participate! But before we begin..." Artemisius then went on a long-winded speech about the relations between the races, and how unity against the Monsters was more important than anything. "So today, in celebration of our co-operation, this is the three-hundredth annual Ketto Tournament!"


    The spectators cheered at the end of the king's speech, ready for the fighting to begin. The brackets were drawn- a large board hung on an old wall with some parchment on it. Some people were already placing bets. "Now, the first battle- Jared, versus Kimm'Ohn!" Artemisius announced. From the ruins appeared two men- a human and a ztaari. The former wielded a spear, and the latter, nothing but a dagger. Neither had armor. "Begin!"

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    posted a message on Mysteries of the Ancients [IC]

    Ki'than listened to the king, Artemisius, as he gave a speech. The bulk of it was about unity among the races. Ki'than understood and appreciated the fact that the races being united was a huge step forward, but he had heard similar words in his homeland so many times, that the topic had almost become annoying to him. He was then eager to eat the food that was provided.


    Ki'than approached the ztaari table, and took some herbs and a single large beetle. He wanted to fill himself, but not eat too much so that he would be hindered for his first battle. He sat down at a table filled with other ztaari and looked around. Many people were talking, but they also seemed to be eating quite a bit. Ki'than made note that he would likely have an advantage over most everyone from their sluggishness.


    Ki'than was never one for idle conversation, and instead simply observed everyone else as they ate and talked. He observed the dwarves drinking what was likely some form of alcohol. He turned his eyes to the elves, and spotted a severed, with strange eyes. He recognized him as Morniesse, the blind elf he helped sign up before. Ki'than figured that he would likely lose before getting very far, but in the end, it was his choice.


    As everyone finished their food, he noticed the guards escorting some people through a small passage into another area. Ki'than asked the guards what was there. They responded, saying that in there was where they would be sleeping. Ki'than, having finished his meal, decided it was time to sleep. The ztaari lay down on a nearby mattress and soon fell asleep, nervous about tomorrow.

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    posted a message on Mysteries of the Ancients [IC]

    The next evening...


    Artemisius observed as over one-hundred competitors arrived at the ruins. they were soon directed to a nearby cavern where their tokens were inspected. This year, every race, including some who were Severed, had joined. The king smiled as he himself entered the same cavern. It wasn't grand, but it would do. The large cavern had large tables brought in and set with cloth and utensils, and roughly a third of the cavern was taken up for a makeshift kitchen. Between it and the tables were seven serving tables with plates. At each table was laid out a different type of food for each race- the elven table featured fruits and salads, the ztaari table provided roasted insects and a few herbs, so on and so forth. Further back was another cavern where bedding had been setup. They were nothing more than cots with a blanket on top, but it was all that could fit through the passage reasonably.


    The king stood on a platform on the opposite side of the kitchen and called for silence from the crowd. "Welcome all, to the three-hundredth anniversary of the annual Ketto tournament!" A small roar came up from the crowd. Once they quieted down, Artemisius resumed. "Not all of you may know this, but the Ketto tournament was started originally with the intent of bringing the races closer together through sweat, iron and sportsmanship. Three hundred years. Three hundred years of mutual trust and co-operation between all of the races. The Ketto tournament is a testament to our bond with each other, our united goal to wipe out the Monsters and bring peace to this land. So enjoy yourselves! This is a time of celebration, a time of comradery, and a time to prove yourselves to everyone else! Help yourselves to as much food as you wish tonight, and tomorrow, we fight!"


    Another cheerful roar came over the crowd as they began to take food from the serving tables. Though the races generally stuck to their own tables, there were a few wondering what food the other races enjoyed. The cavern was soon filled with laughter and conversation. The king was pleased over how everything worked out, even if it wasn't perfect. He soon left for the city, leaving some guards to watch over the festivities, just in case. Artemisius rode back to the castle with Daniel- the man he put in charge of the tournament. He told the king that the brackets had been finalized. "Good." Artemisius replied. "Bring them back at first light, and make sure everything is ready for the first round by midday. We shall begin then."

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    posted a message on Mysteries of the Ancients [IC]

    Ki'than left the stall after he signed up and made his way to an inn nearby. He had planned on coming to this tournament in advance, so he had saved up a large amount of money for this trip. He rented a room from the innkeeper, and said he'd be back later that night to sleep. The sun's position told Ki'than that it was mid-afternoon in the city. He had nothing better to do, so he browsed the markets near the center of town to occupy his thoughts for awhile.


    He was on his way back to the inn when he saw a bear. A bear with a black coat. Ki'than had read about bears, but had never heard of one with black fur. More notable was the fact that an Elf- a Severed Elf was riding that bear. It was certainly a unique sight for anyone. Ki'than also observed that the Severed was surrounded by young children bombarding him with questions. The Ztaari decided to approached.


    "Hey, kids! Stop crowding him. How do you think he's going to get anywhere if you stand right next to him?" The children payed no heed to him. Ki'than got a little frustrated, but he had encountered young children before. Simple commands hardly ever worked. You needed to appeal to their emotions. To get them away from or to stop them from doing something, fear usually worked. "Don't you know bears are ferocious? They'll eat you right up if you don't stop bugging them!" The children responded this time with frightened shrieks and scattered back to their parents.


    "There you go. Travelling should be a bit easier for you now." The Ztaari extended his hand. "My name's Ki'than."

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    posted a message on Mysteries of the Ancients [IC]

    "Hm?" Ki'than responded, turning around. He saw a naga woman behind him. She had asked about the tournament. "Well, its likely a bracket of fights. Each person gets one weapon, and it's won either by knockout or forfeit. Oh, and you can't kill. Though, i don't think you should bother, what with your arm." Ki'than added. Someone without a second arm, even in a one-weapon duel, would be disadvantaged by not being able to keep their balance as well as others.




    She slithered to a stop, curling her tail up and out of the way of passerby. Swallowing the little surge of annoyance at her arm, she replied, "Oh, I wasn't planning on joining. Probably. I just wanted to know if there was any special ticket or token needed to get in and watch, and where to go."




    "Oh, yeah, if you sign up, you need a coin from the stall that proves you're in the brackets." Ki'than replied. "As for watching, just head east in two days. It's being held at the old ruins."




    "Old ruins, to the east. Thank you." She turned a bit to slither away, then looked back. "Do I really look like I couldn't take care of myself in a fight?" She was genuinely wondering, from the perspective of a stranger, how she looked. All the people in town ignored her missing arm, and old children expressed any interest, though they were mostly just amazed.




    "Well, not entierly. Even if you don't bear a shield or a second weapon, you're sure to have trouble keeping balance, since, well..." He gestured to the arm.




    Hmm. She muttered a bit, half to herself and half out loud. "What if I wasn't fighting with my arms?" Absentmindly, she felt for the chain at her side. She'd kept it, through the years. She'd practiced with it as well.
    "Anyway. Thank you again, sir." She slithered slowly away, still thinking.

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    posted a message on Mysteries of the Ancients [IC]

    Ki'than admired the human city. It took much planning and engineering skill to create walls so long to house the city. Ki'than was sure that, if he put his mind to it, he could probably do the same. However, engineering didn't interest him. The young Ztaari wandered a short while, making his way to the east gate. He knew that the Ketto Tournament was being held in the ruins outside the city. He also knew that it was two days away, but he decided to put his name in the brackets now and not forget to do it later.


    He noticed a new stall set up near the gate, bearing a sign that read "Ketto Sign-up" in the common tongue. Ki'than approached, and inquired as to how he could sign up. "This is a bit boring, but i'm required to read you the rules first before you sign up, alright?" Replied the human woman sitting behind the desk. Ki'than nodded, not particularly caring one way or the other.


    "Well, first, killing is strictly prohibited. All fights last until one person is unconscious or gives up the fight by throwing their weapon to the ground, away from them. Second, each person may only bring one weapon into the ring. And thirdly, if the fight lasts too long, the king himself will call for a halt and judge who did better overall. Breaking the first or second rule will end in disqualification, and if the first rule is broken, you will serve time in jail, or be executed."


    Ki'than nodded, and understood all of the rules. He was given a small piece of parchment, and was told to write his name, race, and the one weapon he would use. He did as instructed, and wrote that he would use a short-sword as his one weapon. He was then given a small coin made of copper, with a symbol on it, similar to a flower, but it only had the petals on it. Ki'than was told that the coin was what he would need to prove he was in the tournament.


    "And one last thing." The woman said. "Arrive at the ruins the night before the tournament, you will be given a meal and lodging. Sign-ups will still be open until the first round begins, but it's the king's way of making this tournament a little more festive." Ki'than nodded and thanked the woman, before leaving the stall. He examined the coin further, but found nothing remarkable about it other than the pattern on it. The Ztaari stuffed it in his pocket and saved it for later.

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    posted a message on Mysteries of the Ancients [Low Fantasy RP] [Created Using Microscope] [OOC] [Accepting]
    Quote from SirEripmav»
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    Name "My name is Morniësse Sairer Lassvant.

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    Accepted! Nice to see you finally made your app. Welcome aboard.
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    posted a message on Mysteries of the Ancients [IC]

    ((OOC))


    The sun rose on the day, shining on the city known as Opes- the human capital city. Within the city walls, the west half was known as the Residential area- this is where people lived. Further south in the same area were the slums. The homeless lived here, supported only by those who have enough generosity to give them coin. To the north were the rich nobles, with extravagant and flamboyant houses, trying to outdo each other. The southeastern part of Opes was the Business place, where craftsmen sell their goods. And lastly, in the northeast was the castle, where the current king of the human empire- Artemisius- resided.


    “I take it preparations have been taken care of?” Artemisius asked.


    “Yes sir, it should be ready within the month.” Responded one of his messengers.


    “Good. This is the three-hundredth anniversary of this tournament, we need it to be better than ever before.”


    “Yes, and we estimate a record number of people will arrive to watch- nearly three thousand, from what I hear. Not to mention those planning on signing up.”


    “With numbers like that, we'll most definitely need to move it to outside the city. The eastern ruins are still unoccupied, correct?”


    “I believe so, sir. Yes.”


    “Make it so that the tournament will be held there. We cannot hold three thousand more
    people within these walls, it would be chaos.”


    “Of course, sir, I shall see to it right away.”


    The messenger exited the room and left the king to his own thoughts. The old ruins… I sure hope nobody makes a fuss about what happened so long ago… We cant even be sure it really happened… but I suppose there will always be the few who believe in those old stories no matter what.


    Two weeks later…


    The king looked over the east wall and smiled. The three-hundredth annual Ketto Tournament was about to begin. It was still two days away, but people were pouring in from the portals in the business district, of every race. This year's tournament was sure to be one to remember. The king was only worried about the old stories of the ruins from so long ago. Most people had likely forgotten by now, but fears about the incident of old were sure to worry some.


    Artemisius turned back from the wall with renewed hope about the occasion. The only thing he truly had to worry about was the fact that the ruins were about two miles from the city. He smiled, and made his way back to the castle. All that I can do now is wait.

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    posted a message on The College of Althalos [Intermediate RP/Fantasy] (OOC) (Always Accepting)

    Sorry i havent posted in the OOC recently- i simply had nothing to contribute to the conversation. But i am still here.

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    posted a message on The College of Althalos [Intermediate RP/Fantasy] (IC) (Always Accepting)

    Tacitus arrived back at his home and shared the news of his acceptance with Artem. Artem had just sent his applications out himself, and was waiting to hear back. Tacitus then went into the house and got a decent amount of bread, meat and cheese to serve as a meal. Artem joined him soon after Tacitus had started. "The one i was tutoring today wants to study with you as soon as possible. He's coming back tomorrow for another lesson with me, what should i tell him?"

    "I dont know. I need to decide on my guild and tell them i've joined tomorrow. In addition, i need to see when i need to show up and for how long each day. Tell him i'll tutor him, but dont expect an exact date for awhile." Tacitus finished his meal and put away the dishes he used. "Ready to spar tonight, old man?"


    "Hah! Oh, i'm going to shut your mouth tonight for sure." The two went outside and drew their swords. "Three..." Artem said.


    "Two..." Tacitus replied.


    "One!"


    ~


    The next morning, Tacitus got up and started stretching. Artem gave him a good fight last night, and he was sore. But Artem would be sure to have pains of his own. Tacitus smiled, recalling last night's events and got dressed to head out. He was going to the Watchmen guild, his most favored guild of the three he was accepted into. He went out, slightly sore into the morning light.

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