Sarlona is a land unlike any other in Eberron. In Adar, the kalashtar hold their fortress-monasteries against constant siege. Upon the cold Tashana Tundra, savage shifter tribes ally with one another against the cruel Kalaak barbarians. On the Syrkarn steppes, proud eneko and humans disdain all shackles, remaining fiercely independent. But none of these lands are as peaceful or serene as Riedra. Here, the Inspired protect the citizens from the threats of the outside world, be they savage foreigners or cruel Adarans. But there are other threats that need containing. Extraplanar threats. And those are the purpose of the Edgewalkers. An elite force of warriors, the Edgewalkers specialize in finding planar manifest zones and containing the threats they represent. You have each been called by the Inspired themselves to serve in this elite corps. Now you’ve been assembled into a team with other new Edgewalkers, and are about to receive your first mission.
Welcome to the Edgewalkers, an elite group of Riedran soldiers who defend Riedra from extraplanar threats. You are the heroes of Riedra, keeping the commoners safe from threats they can hardly imagine. Some of you channel dark forces, constantly holding yourselves to strict moral codes so as not to fall to altavar influence. Some of you are blessed with power from the il-altas themselves, bringing the same holy power that guides the Inspired to bear against fiends. And some of you are merely superior fighters, showing great promise and talent. Joining the Edgewalkers is not a choice, it is a calling from the Inspired themselves. While the Harmonious Shield protects Riedra from barbaric Tashanans and cruel kalashtar, the Edgewalkers know they are the first line of defense against fiends not from this world.
From across Riedra, you each have been called to serve your country in this way. Raised in the Edgewalkers, your lives have been made up of constant training, testing, and learning. Now, as you all are of age to take on the responsibility of your duties, you will be brought together to fulfill your destinies and protect Riedra.
Despite its vast size, against the kaleidoscopic gas cloud and the shining white orb of the neutron star beyond, it looked like little more than a misshapen speck. Among many other things, including families, it was carrying very special cargo, a changeling newborn - an infant saved from the death of a dying star. Within a few moments, and with a spectacular arcane jump, the spelljamming ship vanished into the phlogiston back to a world called Eberron.
TODAY
Across a lifetime that spanned more than 25 years, there existed three days that, in Jenna’s mind, were fundamental in the shaping of her destiny. The first had come on Eberron, when she was a changeling child on the cusp of becoming a woman. Such a fate would be denied forever to her that day, as her parents were taken from the world she knew, and placed deep underground, slain, to rot for all eternity.
The second day had come a few years later, when grief overtook her heart and she sought out trouble too dangerous, and was killed. But that was not the end of her story. By some interesting twist of fate - it was the beginning. Magic brought her back to the living, and in a Riedran village she was born again. But she was a new person. After many years of extensive conditioning, training, and martial discipline, Jenna had been molded into something that was no longer a teenager during her isolation, but rather the weapon the Inspired would eventually use to combat threats from the multiverse. She was summoned shortly after. It wasn’t a request. It was an order.
And then there was the third day, the last of the days that would close off who Jenna had been and change her into what destiny would have her become. As she walked through the halls, feeling the minds of thousands of beings looking at her like the lapping tides of a churning sea, she knew today was that day.
The day of her first mission as an official Edgewalker.
Notes: First three paragraphs were plagiarized from the book Krakenscourge by John Graham and so have been removed.
Dark clouds blotted out the sky for miles on end. The winds carried whispers and screams that blended together at times into an incomprehensible mess. Bestial and humanoid voices. As terrifying as both were to the youth who could not break eye contact on the former, knowing the source was one head turn away from sight frightened him more. But he had to do it. He always had to turn to move through the nightmare, or be trapped in that place filled with the smell of rotten meat, blood, and something else indescribable.
The world blurs as he turned upon the sight to see...
Focus. Suppress. Soon. Run.
A soft-spoken voice on the wind spoke, freezing the boy mid-motion, and seemingly the world itself as well. Sharp ears twitched and swiveled slightly, but no amount of willpower could be mustered to turn in any direction. As a young mind raced to understand /what/ was going on, a strange compulsion took over. He ran off, clutching his head, and muttering, "No" over and over again.
Think. Focus. Calm. Look.
Again came the voice. But this time he would no heed it. Would not be controlled by it again! Daring not to look even as the ground turned from soggy and uneven to frozen and painful to tread upon, the boy slams bodily into something soft but unmoving hard enough to rebound from it. Acting on instinct, he comes out the roll on all fours, shaking his head, and then looks up to glare at the offending object. Reflexive growls die in his throat as as four towering figures stood before him, uniformed in some fashion, but faces too indistinct to make out. Frantically, the boy -- no older than six full turns of the seasons -- looks between them, squinting fruitlessly at their faces.
Many. Lies. Focus! Quiet...
As jarring as the voice was, the sight of the tallest figure reaching out to him sent the boy over the age. "MURDERERS!" He shouts, seeming to halt the hand's advance. Seeing this, he stood up once more, and continued the barrage. "THIEVES! COWARDS! MONSTERS!!!" With every point made, the figures shrunk before him until all four were eclipsed in his shadow. "BEGONE!!!" A heavy paw comes slamming down on figures and frozen earth, dispersing the figures into shadowy wisps. It takes a few moments of labored breathing, but eventually recovery is followed by self discovery.
'Was that... Is that his paw? What happened to his hands? What... are even hands?' He questioned in mind, bringing up one then two of the strangely familiar yet not so much paws up to his face. In the blink of an eye, tiny, humanoid hands once more filled his vision. As he started to look them over in wondering, a confused, animalistic sounding groan drew his attention forward to the surroundings. It was now he who stood in a great shadow, sending jolts of terror and elation through his being. Too curious and determined to understand, the boy looks up... and up... and up... from his hands until he saw the shadowed figure of a titanic bear.
Fearsome. Truth. Fate. FOCUS!!!
It too seemed confused in the moment. However, the shout on the wind left them both reeling from it. The boy recovers first. Just in time to see the titan's confusion and pained look turned into a fierce and downright murderous one as it now stared fully at him. Now there was only terror. Terror that only grew as the beast raised its paw. Unable to find even the breathe to scream, the boy squeezes his eyes shut, and clutches his head.
A new day has begun.
The Voice flows through a man's mind, drawing him from his sleep. Whereas others stir in their bunks around him, listening intently to the Voice with varying degree contentment or passing acknowledgement of the broadcast, Vuusgar spent the first few moments centering himself, and through subtle and long practiced magic, worked some of the kinks in his muscle. A necessary evil to counteract the downsides to sleeping in a more meditative posture.
'Today will be a good day.'
A different, more feminine voice enters his head, eliciting the faintest of smiles. "Today will be a good day." Vuusgar repeats quietly to himself prior to shuffling out to follow the other trainee Edgewalkers to an open field for morning calisthenics.
For some of you, the summons came from your training director. For some, a direct telepathic message. And for others, you may have been told to come here by an Inspired themself. No matter how, you each now find yourselves in a simple stone room with four others in the colors of the Edgewalkers. The room holds a simple stone table with a jug of water and several clay mugs, surrounded by plain wooden chairs. A pair of tapestries hang on the wall, both altsen patterns. One depicts the symbol of the Path of Inspiration, the other the symbol of the Edgewalkers. Evidently your superior has yet to arrive, leaving you all some time to speak with the people around you, likely your future teammates and the Riedrans you will be trusting your life and soul with in the future.
OOC: Everyone may make an intro post for their characters. Once all five of you have each put up an intro, open roleplay may begin. At the moment it's just you five in the room, nobody else. Let's get this murder spree party started!
A young, beautiful human woman enters the room. She's wearing a very simple, sleeveless white dress with a simple pair of sandals on her feet. She has a small crown of flowers on her head. Her skin is lightly tanned with a few freckles on her face. Her hair is a pinkish shade of red. As she sees the rest of the people she is to be working with, she gives a light bow in their direction. At her belt is a scimitar and in her hand is a gnarled wooden staff. "Greetings. My name is Meiara." She takes a seat in one of the chairs and pours some water into one of the mugs.
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Xenophon: Topaz Dragonborn Fighter (ixi's Dragon of Icespire Peak)
Standing by the window, her hands around her back, Jenna turned around and smiled softly at Meiara. She nodded back and walked over to stand in front of the chair she was going to sit at. Jenna was an attractive young woman - her hair was long, perfectly black, and came to her shoulder blades, tied neatly at the end. She was tan, had no skin imperfections whatsoever, save, perhaps from a few freckles below her eyes - those eyes, which were piercingly yellow. She was wearing a waist high long sleeved black form fitting cloth jacket that was thin and fashionable, yet plain and very functional to move in, no pockets. It had no designs or logos on it, nor did her tight black cloth pants - again, no pockets.
To get more comfortable, she took off her jacket and wrapped it around the chair. Her motions were fluid and controlled. Underneath, a tight dark grey turtleneck body top made of very thin cloth hugged her upper body tightly, like a second skin. It was easy to tell underneath from the curves she had that she was slender, about five foot six, athletic in physique, and had impressive muscular definition, as if most of her life was spent in some sort of martial training that involved constant exercise. She had no weapons - save for a discrete six inch thick tight belt around her waist that housed about a dozen small sharp metal throwing knives from the back.
"Nice to meet you. I'm Jenna."she said, gracefully sitting down. "Happy to be here."
A tall, young man is next to arrive in the room. He wears what appears to be dark blue and hooded jumpsuit appearel with thick boots, heavy duty workman's belt, and thick gloves. He has deep brown skin riddled with scars no matter where one looks at him. The most prominent of which wrap around his throat. His hair is black, and cut close to the scalp in a militaristic fashion; making his more ursine ears stand out all the more. Indeed, he moved with the precision of one used to such settings, and spent the first few moments scanning the room in its entirety from beside the door through blood red eyes. Aside from a simple throwing knife, he did not appear to carry any other visible weapons on his person.
When offered a greeting, he gives a curt but respective bow, but would say nothing. Until bade by a clear superior, he remained by the door with his hands behind his back and posture straight. And he learned his lesson long ago not to go sniffing at people just to be certain.
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When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
A large, well built man comes into the room a few moments later. He wears simple brown and tan clothing, a loose shirt and baggy pants held up by a fraying rope. On his person are a wide assortment of weapons, a greatsword on his left side and a number of handaxes and javelins arrayed symmetrically on his belt. His brown hair is almost completely shaved off, and he carries a look of mild unease.
As he looks around the room, his eyes lock on the bear ears of the man before him, twitching slightly before he tears his gaze away. He moves to the opposite side of the room, taking a seat where he can watch everyone, especially the man. He seems distracted, not paying attention to anything besides the previous man and ignoring greetings.
Heavy footsteps and the movement of armor could be heard down the hallway, growing closer and closer until finally they had reached their destination in front of the meeting room door. A moment later, the door opened to reveal a tall heavily armored figure standing at about six feet two inches. The armor itself was polished to perfection, silvery white steel shone in the light with gold and black accents in just the right places, and in the middle of his breastplate was the sigil of The Inspired. On his hip was a sheathed longsword, the hilt adorned yet again with another emblem. Atop his helmet was a fine long plume of red bird feathers, and soon he would remove his helmet and bow to the people before him.
"Demetrios Zalaoras, paladin of The Inspired. I look forward to working and fighting alongside you all." He would stand straight again, trained dark brown eyes scanning the others in the room. He was quite a handsome man with a clean shaven, chiseled face, with dark brown hair slicked back. His gaze would linger on the figure that stood by the door. "The superior would prefer if you were to sit before they enter the room," The man gestures to one of the open seats at the table. "If you may."
Once it was done (hopefully), Demetrios clears his throat for their attention and speaks again. "Introducing Lady Eidolon Shiharan of Dar Myan." He steps to the side and bows deeply as she enters the room.
since im poopookachoo at descriptions heres ya man Armor isnt as exaggerated tho :P
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Aeydof the Dragons || Wood Elf / Way of the Ascendant Dragon Monk Demetrios Zalaoras || Protector Aasimar / Paladin of Torm Hawke || Kalashtar / Circle of the Moon Druid Morticia || Half-Aasimar Rogue Yvan || Goliath / Path of the Wild Soul Barbarian | Paladin of Helm /ᐠ。ꞈ。ᐟ\
Meiara turns to the standing figure that has yet to speak to them. "These seats are actually fairly comfortable. You can sit down. My name is Meiara, by the way."
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Xenophon: Topaz Dragonborn Fighter (ixi's Dragon of Icespire Peak)
Seeming unconcerned about the twitchy fellow, Vusgaar greeted him the same as the others prior to returning to a rigid, guard position by the door; staring off into the middle distance like a good boy. Though at least once the other man's constant staring warranted a flicker of attention out of the shifter. By then, hearing the sound of heavier foosteps and shifting metal, almost all thought to the others disappears from his face as he turns ready to bow more fully to what he hoped -- sensed might be the superior.
Half-right as he was, Vusgaar kept his gaze lowered and would not come out of the bow until the 'request' was made. "So, shall-..." The shifter pauses, interrupted if only incidentally by Meiara. Aside from a sidelong glance thrown her way, he is prompt in returning it to the chin of Demetrios. "... So shall it be."Without another word, he takes a seat on the opposite end for similar reason as the barbarian. If that happens to place him next to Meiara than so be it. But either way, he more reticent now to speak.
Meiara takes a sip from her mug as the silent man looks back at her. Hmm, he's fairly taciturn. How odd. All will be revealed in time. Her mood is unchanged, her face still bearing a small mellow smile
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Xenophon: Topaz Dragonborn Fighter (ixi's Dragon of Icespire Peak)
Through the door comes a statuesque woman in an altsen patterned dress the color of deep ocean. A crysteel headpiece spirals up above her head. She gives the bowing knight a nod. "Thank you, Demetrios. You may be at ease now," she says, her voice the clear tone of a bell ringing before she turns a glittering gaze onto the five of you. "Welcome to the Edgewalkers," she says simply, moving to the head of the table. "As announced by Sir Zalaoras, I am Lady Shiharan, Eidolon of Dar Myan. I will be officially inducting you to the Edgewalkers and giving you your first mission." She gives you all a warm smile, and her words become suffused by power, ringing in your heads as she intones what must be the ancient ritual of welcome for the Edgewalkers. "By the grace of the il-altas, you have been chosen for greatness. Let their teachings inspire you and guide you along their path as you fulfill your purpose. You are the bastion against darkness, the first line of defense against the supernatural. You are a shield for the innocent against altavar. May the Path of Inspiration give you the strength to follow your teachings and ascend in your next life."
Lore: AnEidolon is the term for the leader of a bastion city. Dar Myan is the port city you all are in currently.
Talaak looks at the Inspired with an air of awe and reverence, setting his jaw in determination as she describes their purpose, "Thank you, my lady. For my soul and the il-altas, I will not stray from the Path. I will fulfill the purpose you give me."
Meiara looks up at the eidolon, her expression unchanged, but an awed look in her eyes. "I will not fail Riedra. I will defend our people against the altavar and live up to my destiny."
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Xenophon: Topaz Dragonborn Fighter (ixi's Dragon of Icespire Peak)
Demetrios sat to the right of Lady Shiharan, resting his helmet on his lap and giving her his undivided attention. Despite his hard expression, through his eyes it was easy to tell that he was quite enchanted with her. He purposefully waits and listens to the others responses, pleased with what he's heard so far, he bows his head to her and says, "I will do everything in my power to assist in defending our great lands. Thank you, Lady Shiharan."
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Aeydof the Dragons || Wood Elf / Way of the Ascendant Dragon Monk Demetrios Zalaoras || Protector Aasimar / Paladin of Torm Hawke || Kalashtar / Circle of the Moon Druid Morticia || Half-Aasimar Rogue Yvan || Goliath / Path of the Wild Soul Barbarian | Paladin of Helm /ᐠ。ꞈ。ᐟ\
Having long since been at a lost for worst since Lady Shiharan entered the room, Vusgaar could only look on in awe at her. It took everything in his power, but aside from a wetness to the eyes, the shifter kept together and simply bowed his head. It took a moment more, but he found the will and words again to say in his baritone voice, "Come what may, we will not falter."
"Indeed, you will stand strong," Lady Shiharan agrees. "And your first mission will call for you to do so." Her eyes turn troubled. "Recently, a hanbanali monolith near the Shanjueed Jungle was destroyed by altavar touched Adarans. With the loss of this protection, fiends from the Jungle have begun attacking a village named Ralia, picking off those at the edges of their fields, destroying crops, and even taking small groups of weaker civilians-like children. We need you to go to Ralia, find these fiends, and destroy them in the name of the il-altas."
Lore: The hanbanali monoliths are pillars of crystal housed within psionically reinforced steel shells. They provide a focus point for the influence of the il-altas, and are considered holy sites. The Shanjueed Jungle is a jungle along the western Adaran border. It is also a Mabar manifest zone, and is infested with undead that occasionally escape. The manifest zone makes it impossible to go through the jungle, making it a powerful defense for the Adarans. A manifest zone is where the influence of a plane is particularly strong, and Mabar is the plane of dark energy, full of undead and hopelessness.
Sarlona is a land unlike any other in Eberron. In Adar, the kalashtar hold their fortress-monasteries against constant siege. Upon the cold Tashana Tundra, savage shifter tribes ally with one another against the cruel Kalaak barbarians. On the Syrkarn steppes, proud eneko and humans disdain all shackles, remaining fiercely independent. But none of these lands are as peaceful or serene as Riedra. Here, the Inspired protect the citizens from the threats of the outside world, be they savage foreigners or cruel Adarans. But there are other threats that need containing. Extraplanar threats. And those are the purpose of the Edgewalkers. An elite force of warriors, the Edgewalkers specialize in finding planar manifest zones and containing the threats they represent. You have each been called by the Inspired themselves to serve in this elite corps. Now you’ve been assembled into a team with other new Edgewalkers, and are about to receive your first mission.
Welcome to the Edgewalkers, an elite group of Riedran soldiers who defend Riedra from extraplanar threats. You are the heroes of Riedra, keeping the commoners safe from threats they can hardly imagine. Some of you channel dark forces, constantly holding yourselves to strict moral codes so as not to fall to altavar influence. Some of you are blessed with power from the il-altas themselves, bringing the same holy power that guides the Inspired to bear against fiends. And some of you are merely superior fighters, showing great promise and talent. Joining the Edgewalkers is not a choice, it is a calling from the Inspired themselves. While the Harmonious Shield protects Riedra from barbaric Tashanans and cruel kalashtar, the Edgewalkers know they are the first line of defense against fiends not from this world.
From across Riedra, you each have been called to serve your country in this way. Raised in the Edgewalkers, your lives have been made up of constant training, testing, and learning. Now, as you all are of age to take on the responsibility of your duties, you will be brought together to fulfill your destinies and protect Riedra.
Stella Diamant, Human Rogue 17 (Swashbuckler), The Exploits of Misfit Company
Kat, Medtech, Cyberpunk: Red
Shi, Changeling Bard 4 (College of Spirits), Tyrant's Grasp
Dani, Human Artificer 9 (Armorer), Skulls and Starships
DM, Project Point (Teams Scimitar and Longsword)
Everything Else!
PROLOGUE - JENNA
25 YEARS AGO, DEEP SPACE
Despite its vast size, against the kaleidoscopic gas cloud and the shining white orb of the neutron star beyond, it looked like little more than a misshapen speck. Among many other things, including families, it was carrying very special cargo, a changeling newborn - an infant saved from the death of a dying star. Within a few moments, and with a spectacular arcane jump, the spelljamming ship vanished into the phlogiston back to a world called Eberron.
TODAY
Across a lifetime that spanned more than 25 years, there existed three days that, in Jenna’s mind, were fundamental in the shaping of her destiny. The first had come on Eberron, when she was a changeling child on the cusp of becoming a woman. Such a fate would be denied forever to her that day, as her parents were taken from the world she knew, and placed deep underground, slain, to rot for all eternity.
The second day had come a few years later, when grief overtook her heart and she sought out trouble too dangerous, and was killed. But that was not the end of her story. By some interesting twist of fate - it was the beginning. Magic brought her back to the living, and in a Riedran village she was born again. But she was a new person. After many years of extensive conditioning, training, and martial discipline, Jenna had been molded into something that was no longer a teenager during her isolation, but rather the weapon the Inspired would eventually use to combat threats from the multiverse. She was summoned shortly after. It wasn’t a request. It was an order.
And then there was the third day, the last of the days that would close off who Jenna had been and change her into what destiny would have her become. As she walked through the halls, feeling the minds of thousands of beings looking at her like the lapping tides of a churning sea, she knew today was that day.
The day of her first mission as an official Edgewalker.
Stella Diamant, Human Rogue 17 (Swashbuckler), The Exploits of Misfit Company
Kat, Medtech, Cyberpunk: Red
Shi, Changeling Bard 4 (College of Spirits), Tyrant's Grasp
Dani, Human Artificer 9 (Armorer), Skulls and Starships
DM, Project Point (Teams Scimitar and Longsword)
Everything Else!
Prologue-Vuusgar
Dark clouds blotted out the sky for miles on end. The winds carried whispers and screams that blended together at times into an incomprehensible mess. Bestial and humanoid voices. As terrifying as both were to the youth who could not break eye contact on the former, knowing the source was one head turn away from sight frightened him more. But he had to do it. He always had to turn to move through the nightmare, or be trapped in that place filled with the smell of rotten meat, blood, and something else indescribable.
The world blurs as he turned upon the sight to see...
Focus. Suppress. Soon. Run.
A soft-spoken voice on the wind spoke, freezing the boy mid-motion, and seemingly the world itself as well. Sharp ears twitched and swiveled slightly, but no amount of willpower could be mustered to turn in any direction. As a young mind raced to understand /what/ was going on, a strange compulsion took over. He ran off, clutching his head, and muttering, "No" over and over again.
Think. Focus. Calm. Look.
Again came the voice. But this time he would no heed it. Would not be controlled by it again! Daring not to look even as the ground turned from soggy and uneven to frozen and painful to tread upon, the boy slams bodily into something soft but unmoving hard enough to rebound from it. Acting on instinct, he comes out the roll on all fours, shaking his head, and then looks up to glare at the offending object. Reflexive growls die in his throat as as four towering figures stood before him, uniformed in some fashion, but faces too indistinct to make out. Frantically, the boy -- no older than six full turns of the seasons -- looks between them, squinting fruitlessly at their faces.
Many. Lies. Focus! Quiet...
As jarring as the voice was, the sight of the tallest figure reaching out to him sent the boy over the age. "MURDERERS!" He shouts, seeming to halt the hand's advance. Seeing this, he stood up once more, and continued the barrage. "THIEVES! COWARDS! MONSTERS!!!" With every point made, the figures shrunk before him until all four were eclipsed in his shadow. "BEGONE!!!" A heavy paw comes slamming down on figures and frozen earth, dispersing the figures into shadowy wisps. It takes a few moments of labored breathing, but eventually recovery is followed by self discovery.
'Was that... Is that his paw? What happened to his hands? What... are even hands?' He questioned in mind, bringing up one then two of the strangely familiar yet not so much paws up to his face. In the blink of an eye, tiny, humanoid hands once more filled his vision. As he started to look them over in wondering, a confused, animalistic sounding groan drew his attention forward to the surroundings. It was now he who stood in a great shadow, sending jolts of terror and elation through his being. Too curious and determined to understand, the boy looks up... and up... and up... from his hands until he saw the shadowed figure of a titanic bear.
Fearsome. Truth. Fate. FOCUS!!!
It too seemed confused in the moment. However, the shout on the wind left them both reeling from it. The boy recovers first. Just in time to see the titan's confusion and pained look turned into a fierce and downright murderous one as it now stared fully at him. Now there was only terror. Terror that only grew as the beast raised its paw. Unable to find even the breathe to scream, the boy squeezes his eyes shut, and clutches his head.
A new day has begun.
The Voice flows through a man's mind, drawing him from his sleep. Whereas others stir in their bunks around him, listening intently to the Voice with varying degree contentment or passing acknowledgement of the broadcast, Vuusgar spent the first few moments centering himself, and through subtle and long practiced magic, worked some of the kinks in his muscle. A necessary evil to counteract the downsides to sleeping in a more meditative posture.
'Today will be a good day.'
A different, more feminine voice enters his head, eliciting the faintest of smiles. "Today will be a good day." Vuusgar repeats quietly to himself prior to shuffling out to follow the other trainee Edgewalkers to an open field for morning calisthenics.
Stella Diamant, Human Rogue 17 (Swashbuckler), The Exploits of Misfit Company
Kat, Medtech, Cyberpunk: Red
Shi, Changeling Bard 4 (College of Spirits), Tyrant's Grasp
Dani, Human Artificer 9 (Armorer), Skulls and Starships
DM, Project Point (Teams Scimitar and Longsword)
Everything Else!
For some of you, the summons came from your training director. For some, a direct telepathic message. And for others, you may have been told to come here by an Inspired themself. No matter how, you each now find yourselves in a simple stone room with four others in the colors of the Edgewalkers. The room holds a simple stone table with a jug of water and several clay mugs, surrounded by plain wooden chairs. A pair of tapestries hang on the wall, both altsen patterns. One depicts the symbol of the Path of Inspiration, the other the symbol of the Edgewalkers. Evidently your superior has yet to arrive, leaving you all some time to speak with the people around you, likely your future teammates and the Riedrans you will be trusting your life and soul with in the future.
OOC: Everyone may make an intro post for their characters. Once all five of you have each put up an intro, open roleplay may begin. At the moment it's just you five in the room, nobody else. Let's get this
murder spreeparty started!Stella Diamant, Human Rogue 17 (Swashbuckler), The Exploits of Misfit Company
Kat, Medtech, Cyberpunk: Red
Shi, Changeling Bard 4 (College of Spirits), Tyrant's Grasp
Dani, Human Artificer 9 (Armorer), Skulls and Starships
DM, Project Point (Teams Scimitar and Longsword)
Everything Else!
A young, beautiful human woman enters the room. She's wearing a very simple, sleeveless white dress with a simple pair of sandals on her feet. She has a small crown of flowers on her head. Her skin is lightly tanned with a few freckles on her face. Her hair is a pinkish shade of red. As she sees the rest of the people she is to be working with, she gives a light bow in their direction. At her belt is a scimitar and in her hand is a gnarled wooden staff. "Greetings. My name is Meiara." She takes a seat in one of the chairs and pours some water into one of the mugs.
Xenophon: Topaz Dragonborn Fighter (ixi's Dragon of Icespire Peak)
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The view from outside was beautiful.
Standing by the window, her hands around her back, Jenna turned around and smiled softly at Meiara. She nodded back and walked over to stand in front of the chair she was going to sit at. Jenna was an attractive young woman - her hair was long, perfectly black, and came to her shoulder blades, tied neatly at the end. She was tan, had no skin imperfections whatsoever, save, perhaps from a few freckles below her eyes - those eyes, which were piercingly yellow. She was wearing a waist high long sleeved black form fitting cloth jacket that was thin and fashionable, yet plain and very functional to move in, no pockets. It had no designs or logos on it, nor did her tight black cloth pants - again, no pockets.
To get more comfortable, she took off her jacket and wrapped it around the chair. Her motions were fluid and controlled. Underneath, a tight dark grey turtleneck body top made of very thin cloth hugged her upper body tightly, like a second skin. It was easy to tell underneath from the curves she had that she was slender, about five foot six, athletic in physique, and had impressive muscular definition, as if most of her life was spent in some sort of martial training that involved constant exercise. She had no weapons - save for a discrete six inch thick tight belt around her waist that housed about a dozen small sharp metal throwing knives from the back.
"Nice to meet you. I'm Jenna." she said, gracefully sitting down. "Happy to be here."
A tall, young man is next to arrive in the room. He wears what appears to be dark blue and hooded jumpsuit appearel with thick boots, heavy duty workman's belt, and thick gloves. He has deep brown skin riddled with scars no matter where one looks at him. The most prominent of which wrap around his throat. His hair is black, and cut close to the scalp in a militaristic fashion; making his more ursine ears stand out all the more. Indeed, he moved with the precision of one used to such settings, and spent the first few moments scanning the room in its entirety from beside the door through blood red eyes. Aside from a simple throwing knife, he did not appear to carry any other visible weapons on his person.
When offered a greeting, he gives a curt but respective bow, but would say nothing. Until bade by a clear superior, he remained by the door with his hands behind his back and posture straight. And he learned his lesson long ago not to go sniffing at people just to be certain.
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
A large, well built man comes into the room a few moments later. He wears simple brown and tan clothing, a loose shirt and baggy pants held up by a fraying rope. On his person are a wide assortment of weapons, a greatsword on his left side and a number of handaxes and javelins arrayed symmetrically on his belt. His brown hair is almost completely shaved off, and he carries a look of mild unease.
As he looks around the room, his eyes lock on the bear ears of the man before him, twitching slightly before he tears his gaze away. He moves to the opposite side of the room, taking a seat where he can watch everyone, especially the man. He seems distracted, not paying attention to anything besides the previous man and ignoring greetings.
Heavy footsteps and the movement of armor could be heard down the hallway, growing closer and closer until finally they had reached their destination in front of the meeting room door. A moment later, the door opened to reveal a tall heavily armored figure standing at about six feet two inches. The armor itself was polished to perfection, silvery white steel shone in the light with gold and black accents in just the right places, and in the middle of his breastplate was the sigil of The Inspired. On his hip was a sheathed longsword, the hilt adorned yet again with another emblem. Atop his helmet was a fine long plume of red bird feathers, and soon he would remove his helmet and bow to the people before him.
"Demetrios Zalaoras, paladin of The Inspired. I look forward to working and fighting alongside you all." He would stand straight again, trained dark brown eyes scanning the others in the room. He was quite a handsome man with a clean shaven, chiseled face, with dark brown hair slicked back. His gaze would linger on the figure that stood by the door. "The superior would prefer if you were to sit before they enter the room," The man gestures to one of the open seats at the table. "If you may."
Once it was done (hopefully), Demetrios clears his throat for their attention and speaks again. "Introducing Lady Eidolon Shiharan of Dar Myan." He steps to the side and bows deeply as she enters the room.
since im poopookachoo at descriptions heres ya man
Armor isnt as exaggerated tho :P
Aeyd of the Dragons || Wood Elf / Way of the Ascendant Dragon Monk
Demetrios Zalaoras || Protector Aasimar / Paladin of Torm
Hawke || Kalashtar / Circle of the Moon Druid
Morticia || Half-Aasimar Rogue
Yvan || Goliath / Path of the Wild Soul Barbarian | Paladin of Helm
/ᐠ。ꞈ。ᐟ\
Meiara turns to the standing figure that has yet to speak to them. "These seats are actually fairly comfortable. You can sit down. My name is Meiara, by the way."
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Seeming unconcerned about the twitchy fellow, Vusgaar greeted him the same as the others prior to returning to a rigid, guard position by the door; staring off into the middle distance like a good boy. Though at least once the other man's constant staring warranted a flicker of attention out of the shifter. By then, hearing the sound of heavier foosteps and shifting metal, almost all thought to the others disappears from his face as he turns ready to bow more fully to what he hoped -- sensed might be the superior.
Half-right as he was, Vusgaar kept his gaze lowered and would not come out of the bow until the 'request' was made. "So, shall-..." The shifter pauses, interrupted if only incidentally by Meiara. Aside from a sidelong glance thrown her way, he is prompt in returning it to the chin of Demetrios. "... So shall it be." Without another word, he takes a seat on the opposite end for similar reason as the barbarian. If that happens to place him next to Meiara than so be it. But either way, he more reticent now to speak.
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Jenna smiles softly and waits patiently, her hands folded on the table, her back straight. "Nice to meet you three. I am Jenna."
Meiara takes a sip from her mug as the silent man looks back at her. Hmm, he's fairly taciturn. How odd. All will be revealed in time. Her mood is unchanged, her face still bearing a small mellow smile
Xenophon: Topaz Dragonborn Fighter (ixi's Dragon of Icespire Peak)
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Through the door comes a statuesque woman in an altsen patterned dress the color of deep ocean. A crysteel headpiece spirals up above her head. She gives the bowing knight a nod. "Thank you, Demetrios. You may be at ease now," she says, her voice the clear tone of a bell ringing before she turns a glittering gaze onto the five of you. "Welcome to the Edgewalkers," she says simply, moving to the head of the table. "As announced by Sir Zalaoras, I am Lady Shiharan, Eidolon of Dar Myan. I will be officially inducting you to the Edgewalkers and giving you your first mission." She gives you all a warm smile, and her words become suffused by power, ringing in your heads as she intones what must be the ancient ritual of welcome for the Edgewalkers. "By the grace of the il-altas, you have been chosen for greatness. Let their teachings inspire you and guide you along their path as you fulfill your purpose. You are the bastion against darkness, the first line of defense against the supernatural. You are a shield for the innocent against altavar. May the Path of Inspiration give you the strength to follow your teachings and ascend in your next life."
Lore: An Eidolon is the term for the leader of a bastion city. Dar Myan is the port city you all are in currently.
Stella Diamant, Human Rogue 17 (Swashbuckler), The Exploits of Misfit Company
Kat, Medtech, Cyberpunk: Red
Shi, Changeling Bard 4 (College of Spirits), Tyrant's Grasp
Dani, Human Artificer 9 (Armorer), Skulls and Starships
DM, Project Point (Teams Scimitar and Longsword)
Everything Else!
Talaak looks at the Inspired with an air of awe and reverence, setting his jaw in determination as she describes their purpose, "Thank you, my lady. For my soul and the il-altas, I will not stray from the Path. I will fulfill the purpose you give me."
Meiara looks up at the eidolon, her expression unchanged, but an awed look in her eyes. "I will not fail Riedra. I will defend our people against the altavar and live up to my destiny."
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"As you command, Eidolon." Jenna says, nodding. "My will is to serve."
Demetrios sat to the right of Lady Shiharan, resting his helmet on his lap and giving her his undivided attention. Despite his hard expression, through his eyes it was easy to tell that he was quite enchanted with her. He purposefully waits and listens to the others responses, pleased with what he's heard so far, he bows his head to her and says, "I will do everything in my power to assist in defending our great lands. Thank you, Lady Shiharan."
Aeyd of the Dragons || Wood Elf / Way of the Ascendant Dragon Monk
Demetrios Zalaoras || Protector Aasimar / Paladin of Torm
Hawke || Kalashtar / Circle of the Moon Druid
Morticia || Half-Aasimar Rogue
Yvan || Goliath / Path of the Wild Soul Barbarian | Paladin of Helm
/ᐠ。ꞈ。ᐟ\
Having long since been at a lost for worst since Lady Shiharan entered the room, Vusgaar could only look on in awe at her. It took everything in his power, but aside from a wetness to the eyes, the shifter kept together and simply bowed his head. It took a moment more, but he found the will and words again to say in his baritone voice, "Come what may, we will not falter."
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
"Indeed, you will stand strong," Lady Shiharan agrees. "And your first mission will call for you to do so." Her eyes turn troubled. "Recently, a hanbanali monolith near the Shanjueed Jungle was destroyed by altavar touched Adarans. With the loss of this protection, fiends from the Jungle have begun attacking a village named Ralia, picking off those at the edges of their fields, destroying crops, and even taking small groups of weaker civilians-like children. We need you to go to Ralia, find these fiends, and destroy them in the name of the il-altas."
Lore: The hanbanali monoliths are pillars of crystal housed within psionically reinforced steel shells. They provide a focus point for the influence of the il-altas, and are considered holy sites. The Shanjueed Jungle is a jungle along the western Adaran border. It is also a Mabar manifest zone, and is infested with undead that occasionally escape. The manifest zone makes it impossible to go through the jungle, making it a powerful defense for the Adarans. A manifest zone is where the influence of a plane is particularly strong, and Mabar is the plane of dark energy, full of undead and hopelessness.
Stella Diamant, Human Rogue 17 (Swashbuckler), The Exploits of Misfit Company
Kat, Medtech, Cyberpunk: Red
Shi, Changeling Bard 4 (College of Spirits), Tyrant's Grasp
Dani, Human Artificer 9 (Armorer), Skulls and Starships
DM, Project Point (Teams Scimitar and Longsword)
Everything Else!