Fantasy DUNGEON DELVER: Secrets of Caedia [CS Thread]

[Elenion Aura]

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• Aureliana

  Pyromantic Zealot

  Alias

  The Ascending Flame

  Age

  26 years old

  Gender

  Female

  Race

  Human

  Height

  189 cm

  Weight

  84 kg

  Class

  Cleric

  Affiliation

  N/A

  Homeland

  Vere
• Backstory

  The Burning of Kamarus

  Kamarus once was a small yet peaceful village in the land of Vere. Being the farthest settlement from Lyonesse, the villagers leaned on each other for support. On a particularly uneventful night, this quiet village became the target of a growing cult whose teachings revolved around the worship of Ifri with some flavor of Aric in the mixture. Unseemingly without reason, the cultists set the village and their farmland ablaze in the quiet hours of the night.

  From the Ashes

  When the sun rose and the smoke dissipated, the lone survivor of this fiery attack was a young girl, Aureliana. Unscathed by the raging flames from the night prior, the cultists believed her to be favored by the primordial god of fire. Accepting her into their growing community, Aureliana grew up with the radical teachings that a thriving society can only become possible once they were cleansed by fire and reborn from the ashes.

  Ablaze

  Coined as The Ascending Flame from her adopted family, Aureliana set out to burn the title into the rest of society. With the plan to become a renowned delver, she hopes her efforts will become a stepping stone for the Cult of Solari to grow in influence and power in society.

  The Solari Flame
• Pyroblast

  Fireball

  Description

  A basic but effective offensive spell. The user coalesces flames and releases the attack from their palm(s). Although the blast is only powerful enough to target one enemy, the spell can be augmented by wind magic for an even greater effect. The surrounding area can also be scorched and catch fire from the spell depending on the material.

  Source

  Faith

  Type

  Fire magic; Offensive single-target

  Cauterize

  Feel the Burn

  Description

  A painful, yet highly effective healing spell. Capable of mending minor cuts and bruises to major injuries such as broken bones or lacerations, this spell leaves the receiver feeling as if their wounds were cauterized yet the flames leave their body unharmed.

  Source

  Faith

  Type

  Fire magic; Healing single-target

  Fire Shield

  Blazing Barrier

  Description

  The user can create a 10ft dome of fire around themselves and others. The heat of the barrier wards off close-range enemies and protects against projectile attacks until the shield is broken. This spell weakens the more magic attacks are thrown at it aside from fire and wind magic.

  Source

  Faith

  Type

  Fire magic; Defensive AoE

  Ascension

  From the Ashes

  Description

  Ascension allows the user to transform into a majestic phoenix, capable of flight and shooting out flaming feathers at enemies. The heat of the flames affects both allies and enemies. If the user were to take a fatal blow while in this form, they revert to their original form unharmed but temporarily weakened.

  Source

  Faith

  Type

  Fire magic; transformation
• Miscellaneous

  Misc 1

  The sunfire topaz adorned on her forehead represents her status within the cult, however, its symbolism is unknown to most.

  Misc 2

  Aureliana's power is pulled from her unwavering faith in both Ifri and Aric which necessitates a balance in her consumption of fire. Overuse of flames in a particularly offensive setting overtakes Aureliana's usual calm demeanor into a war-hungry fire wielder.

  Misc 3

  Stemming from her use of flames, Aureliana has a unique hobby of glassblowing. When traveling, most of her income is acquired by selling colorful glass trinkets.

  The Ascending Flame

Character by: Beann

Code by: Ambiloquous

 

[Elenion Aura]

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• Silvander Baumhart

  The Axeman Cometh

  Alias

  Bandit-Slayer

  Age

  25 years old

  Gender

  Male

  Race

  Human

  Height

  6'2 ft | 187.96 cm

  Weight

  -- lbs | -- kg

  Class

  Fighter

  Affiliation

  Mercenary

  Homeland

  Ele
• Backstory

  Flavor Text 1

  Silvander grew up in the humble outskirts of the village of Ele, where hard labor and simplicity shaped his early life. His father, a retired militia member turned lumberjack, instilled in him the values of hard work and discipline, while his mother, the local barkeep, exposed him to the bustling tales of adventurers who passed through their village. Though no stranger to the grind of chopping wood and the basics of combat, Silvander’s heart was captivated by the stories of glory told by travelers and warriors alike.
  
  Among the many adventurers who frequented the family tavern, none stood out to the young Silvander more than Raznar Ryker Sindr, the infamous Burning Spear. Raznar and his warband had taken a liking to the village, often stopping by after their exploits. Silvander marveled at the spear-wielding legend, but his father harbored distrust, warning his son that Raznar was no true hero. Despite this, Silvander couldn’t shake his admiration.
  
  When Silvander came of age, he followed his heart’s desire and set out as a mercenary. However, as per his father’s wishes, he only worked with those who earned his father’s approval. His early adventures were modest, but they allowed him the excitement of exploring beyond his small world. Despite his inexperience, his potential shone through, and soon enough, he caught the eye of Raznar himself.
  
  Raznar, recognizing Silvander’s promise, sought to recruit him into his warband. Out of respect for Silvander’s father, the Burning Spear informed him of his intentions. The lumberjack, however, was vehemently opposed, seeing through Raznar’s façade. What began as a disagreement soon escalated into a duel.
  
  Silvander watched the fight unfold, conflicted. He longed to join Raznar’s ranks but did not want to betray his father. As the duel progressed, Silvander witnessed firsthand his father’s strength and skill, honed through years of hard labor. Yet, Raznar’s youthful ferocity began to overwhelm him. With a decisive leg sweep, Raznar knocked the old man down, pressing his advantage with a smug demand for surrender. Raznar taunted the lumberjack, stomping on his arm and accusing him of holding Silvander back.
  
  Anger surged through Silvander. The respect he once held for Raznar dissolved into rage as he charged forward, continuing the fight in his father’s stead. Despite his fury, Silvander’s inexperience was evident. Raznar easily overpowered him, knocking him to the ground. With a sinister smirk, the Burning Spear left, taunting Silvander with the promise that he could still join the warband once he had grown stronger.
  
  That day, Silvander’s vision of his hero shattered. He swore to himself that he would never become like Raznar. Instead, he would become a true adventurer, one who protected the innocent from brigands like the Burning Spear.
  
  In the days that followed, Silvander visited his recovering father. To his surprise, the old man admitted that there was some truth in Raznar’s words. Though he had wanted to keep Silvander safe, it was clear that the boy was destined for a greater path. Right before he left, his father had decided to give Silvander his most prized possession, the rune of strength amulet. Encouraged by his father’s reluctant blessing, Silvander set out on his journey, determined to carve his own way.
  
  Over the years, Silvander’s name grew as he took on increasingly dangerous jobs. Though he accepted many tasks, it was clear he had a particular taste for hunting bandits, finding them to be the most unpredictable and challenging opponents. His enthusiasm for these contracts did not go unnoticed, and soon he earned the title "Bandit-Slayer," a mercenary renowned for bringing justice to the lawless.
  
  
  

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• There and Back Again

  Boomerang Axe

  Description

  Silvander throws his axes towards the enemy, hitting any enemy caught on its release and return path. Upon catching the axes, Silvander gets a temporary increase in movement speed, allowing him to move closer to his enemies with killer intent.
  

  Source

  Weapon Art (Sledge Axe)

  Type

  Projectile; Self-Buff

  GET OVER HERE

  Chain Axe Strike

  Description

  Attaching his axes to the end of the chain, Silvander swings his chain either in a horizontal or vertical direction, striking at enemy from a distance. Upon hitting an enemy, Silvander can choose to pull himself towards the enemy, dashing towards with great force, dealing bonus damage on their next strike. Alternatively, if the enemy is lighter than Silvander, he instead will pull the enemy towards him.

  Source

  Weapon Art (Sledge Axe, Lumberjack's Chains)

  Type

  Single-Target; Crowd Control; Mobility

  Counterstrike

  Parry and Punish

  Description

  Silvander winds up his shield arm, extending and expanding his shield gauntlet as soon as he is struck. The shield pushes back the attacker with great force, temporarily stunning them and leaving them vulnerable for a punishing strike.

  Source

  Weapon Art (Shield)

  Type

  Defensive; Counter

  Lumberjacked

  Head Splitter

  Description

  Silvander hurls both of his massive sledge axes high into the air, their edges gleaming as they spin. With a burst of raw power, he leaps after them, soaring upward with incredible force. At the peak of his jump, he catches the axes in mid-air and uses the momentum to come crashing down on his target.
  
  As he descends, he channels all of his strength into a single, devastating blow, aiming to cleave his opponent in half. The impact is thunderous, the ground beneath shattering as the force of the strike sends shockwaves rippling outward, leaving a brutal mark of destruction in his wake.
  

  Source

  Weapon Art (Sledge Axe)

  Type

  Single-Target; AoE; Execute
• Weapons & Armor

  Sledge Axes

  These fearsome weapons are a unique blend of precision and brute force. Each axe combines the sharp, deadly edge of a traditional axe with the overwhelming heft of a sledgehammer, focused behind the blade's cutting section. This design allows the wielder to cleave through unarmored foes with deadly efficiency, while also delivering crushing blows to armored enemies.
  
  The weighted heads provide devastating impact, able to both split wood and shatter steel, making them versatile tools in combat. With every swing, these axes can alternate between clean cuts and blunt force trauma, giving the wielder a distinct advantage against any type of foe.
  
  

  Deployable shield

  A gauntlet-like device that can be activated to form into a medium size round shield within a fraction of a second. It extends and expands with explosive force, making it perfect for quick parries. Also can be used as a striking weapon in both shield and gauntlet form.
  
  

  Mask

  A mask protects his face against the elements and airborne pathogens. Gives him an intimidating visage, especially to bandits.
  
  

  Father’s old sword

  A zweihander. Rarely used by Silvander, reserved only for single combat fights.
  
  

  Lumberjack’s Chains

  Long chains that are usually wrapped around his wrists. Silvander has learned to use these chains an unorthodox tool and weapon. Can be used to grab thrown weapons and extend the range of weapons attached to its end.
  
  

  Rune of Strength Amulet

  An enchanted amulet that provides its wearer the strength of 10 men.
  
  

  Geared Up

Character by: TreasureSniper
Code by: Ambiloquous

 

[Elenion Aura]

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• Miette

  Begrudging Healer

  Alias

  Saint Miette

  Age

  32 years old

  Gender

  Female

  Race

  Aasimar

  Height

  172.72 cm

  Weight

  62 kg

  Class

  Cleric

  Affiliation

  Unaffiliated

  Homeland

  Closter
• Backstory

  From the Heavens

  Imagine, if you will, the sky. A deep expanse of blue on a sunny day, with long, white stretches of soft-to-the-touch plains. Legends of inhuman creatures residing within them roam the lands; yearning to venture past the milky white boundaries is a desire that beats in many hearts.
  
  Some ten years heretofore, a saint found herself drowsing on nature’s downy blanket. When she awoke, she knew naught but one thing: this must be the gods’ plan. Tales of Caedia found her ears, and every story shared began to forge a sense of purpose in her heart. Each slam of the Smith’s hammer was another thrum of aspiration. She must descend. She must fight. The gods will it.
  
  So she picks up the staff she arrived with, gives it a little practice swing, and…
  
  And the calm shatters like glass.
  

  Down to Hell

  The gods gifted her with the profound ability to heal with the light. It’s all she’s retained, all she knows from who she was before. To learn something else at this point would only be a waste. This, healing, this is what she’s meant to do.
  
  Her heart beats arrythmically. The will of the gods, her Calling, strike it one way, while her own desires rap to another rhythm. But the Call is a louder song. Instead of leading the charge, she can only provide support.
  
  It’s all she knows how to do.
  
  But that doesn’t mean she has to be happy about it. And she’s going to make it everyone else’s problem, too. She willingly pursues her Calling, while dumping unprovoked insults to anyone and anything that crosses her path. She’s angry, and everyone knows it, but she’s a willing beacon of hate that reluctantly guides those unlucky enough to follow her. And, like, that’s her job, isn’t it?

  Funni Staff
• Repulsion
  

  Eeewwww…

  Description

  A 10-foot radial light radiates from Miette’s body. This glow wards off/repulses “icky” things, namely: poisons, mold, slimes, necrotic energy/the dead, spiders, and drunkards. This light also cures poisons and illnesses, albeit over a three-minute wait.

  Source

  Innate Skill (Aasimar)

  Type

  AOE; Healing

  Saying Grace

  May the gods have mercy.

  Description

  Miette stands in the corner and prays. It takes about a minute. If Miette completes the blessing, all creatures named during the prayer (up to four) heal greatly.

  Source

  Faith

  Type

  Multi-target; Healing; Charged

  Breath of Life

  Get up.

  Description

  Miette can resurrect a creature that has died (of anything but old age) within the last minute. The being returns to life in a weak state, and any limbs lost remain so.

  Source

  Faith

  Type

  Single-target; Resurrection

  Miette: Abscond

  That’s it. I’m leaving.

  Description

  Miette sprouts luminous wings that grant her flight and enchant her weapon. Her first two weapon attacks after she sprouts wings deal extra damage and knocks her target back by 2 feet (if they land.)

  Source

  Innate Skill (Aasimar)

  Type

  Self; Transformation; Mobility; Buff
• Miscellaneous

  Misc. 1

  Miette’s spellcasting focus is her funny staff, which is also her only weapon. The staff can transform into a little star-thing with tiny little wings when not in use. It’s pretty cool, and Miette’s favorite part of being herself.

  Misc. 2

  Miette operates a little clinic straight out of her home when she's not delving. It's rather large, featuring two spare bedrooms for patient use. Fortunately or unfortunately, Miette's bedside manner leaves quite a bit to be desired, so people only go to her little clinic under dire circumstances. Which is her least favorite kind of circumstance.

  Misc. 3

  you KICK miette? you kick her body like the football? oh! oh! jail for delver! jail for delver for One Thousand Years!!!

  Starlight

Character by: gxxberkit
Code by: Ambiloquous

 

[Elenion Aura]

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• Faure

  A Noble Pursuit

  Alias

  The Crownless Queen

  Age

  20 years old

  Gender

  Female

  Race

  Human

  Height

  6'0 ft | 183 cm

  Weight

  123 lbs | 56 kg

  Class

  Ranger

  Affiliation

  N/A

  Homeland

  Artois
• Backstory

  Flavor Text 1

  Artois is a strong, noble nation, of strong, noble people.
  
  But even in this city of airtight, ironclad walls, there will always be those who fall through the cracks, such as young, little Faure.
  
  An orphan since birth, she survived only through sheer determination and desperate resourcefulness.
  
  Her meals were whatever she could get her hands on, whether through digging through trash, or stealing from an unsuspecting merchant.
  
  Her garments were clumsily stitched together from old, rotten patches of cloth and canvas, and her bed were the cold, hard cobblestones of the alleyways.
  
  She lived a wretched, miserable experience; uncared for, unloved, treated as little more than an oversized vermin, blamed for every piece of gold stolen from a merchant's purse, or apple missing from a merchant's stand, regardless of whether or not she was truly the culprit.
  
  And none treated her with as much cruelty and disdain as the passing nobility, who would often kick her aside like a piece of trash sullying their road as they walked by.
  
  And yet, despite the indignity of such horrid treatment, Faure couldn't help but watch on in admiration as they walked away, laughing at her expense.
  
  They all wore such wonderous clothing, spoke and acted with such grace and authority, their bodies were always fair, plump and healthy, and they always had an attendant within arms' reach, ready to cater to their each and every whim.
  
  Faure wanted so badly to be among their number, to wear those elegant dresses, to dance at extravagant balls, and to be weighed on hand, and foot.
  
  Her reverence quickly became an obsession; she would spy on them as they socialized, practiced the way they curtsied, and spoke to one another
  
  All the while dreaming of herself one day joining them.
  But, for all her dreaming, reality was quick to give her a cruel reminder; whether it come from the stinging pangs of her empty stomach, or the angry shouting of one of the local watchmen.
  
  Things came to a head, one night, when someone burglarized the old pawnbroker's shop, and made off with a beautiful broach, the kind fit for a princess.
  
  Naturally, she was the prime suspect for the theft, and a cabal of guardsmen were quick to track her down, finding her practicing her curtsy in a lumber yard on the outskirts of the city.
  
  Although she proclaimed her innocence to the crime, her pleas fell on deaf ears, and the men rushed forward to seize her.
  
  Panicked and confused, Faure instinctively took hold of a nearby axe, and planted it's blade deep into one of the guardmen's outstretched arm, before wresting herself away from their ironclad grip, and fleeing deeper into the forest.
  
  All through the night, she ran.
  
  Until the angry screams stopped ringing in her ears, until the dress she'd worked so hard to stich together was in tatters, until the dark gloam of dusk gave way to the amber twinkling of dawn, and then, until her feet could no longer carry her, and she collapsed, drifting to sleep on the cold, forest brush.
  When she awoke, she found herself on an unfamiliar bundle of straw and hay, in an unfamiliar place, surrounded by unfamiliar voices.
  
  She found herself in a coven of vagrants, vagabonds, and witches, all who were shunned from society for various means, all who had taken pity upon the young teenage girl, who they found collapsed in a heap in the woods.
  
  Faure was grateful for the hospitality, and ingratiated herself amongst their number.
  
  In the years that followed, she paid their generosity back in full; proving herself to be a skilled hunter, and a naturally deft shot with the sling, the bow, and anything else that could be put in her hands and thrown.
  
  Meat, furs and game flowed in abundance, and the coven benefitted greatly from her presence.
  
  No longer was she scorned and unloved by everyone around her, no longer did she sleep on cold, hard stones seeking desperate shelter from the frigid rain, no longer did she go to sleep, dreading if she would be able to eat the next day.
  
  For the first time, her life found a semblance of stability.
  
  And yet, still, she hungered.
  
  For the elegant dresses, the extravagant balls, to be weighed on hand and foot, to be loved and revered.
  
  She still wanted for the noble life that she was denied, to have a kingdom to call her own, to share it's bounty with those who had given her a second chance at life.
  
  Rumors soon reached her of the village of Closter to the east, and the quixotic dungeons of Caedia nestled with hidden treasures and wonders, just waiting to be discovered.
  
  It was not long soon after, that she departed from the coven, with naught but her best fur coat, her sling, her axe, and a dream.
  
  

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• Finders Keepers / One Man's Trash

  Hunter's Sense

  Description

  Faure has a naturally keen sense of perception, giving her a more acute awareness of her surroundings, especially when it comes to the movements of living creatures, whether they be man, or beast.
  
  Hunter's Resourcefulness: When not in combat, Faure can roll 1d20to search her surroundings for materials that can be forged into ammunition for her sling. The following can be found
  Trash/Nothing: Rubbish, unusable, a disappointing waste of time and effort...(On Nat 1)
  Rope/Webbing/Vines/Etc.: Can be crafted into Bola ammunition, which, when thrown, will ensnare a target's limbs and body, slowing their movement. (On 2-6)
  Gunpowder/Sparkstone/Combustibles/Etc.: Can be crafted into Grenade ammunition, which when thrown, explodes in a fiery blast upon impact. (On 7-11)
  Metal Pieces/Shoal/Permafrost/Etc.: Can be crafted into Shredder ammunition, which will split open upon impact, which will rip and tear through flesh, and leave painful, bleeding wounds. (On 12-16)
  Golem Shards/Pure Silver/Crystal Growths/Etc.: Can be used to craft Magic Stones, which deal bonus magic damage to targets. (On 17-18)
  Money: Makes the world go around! Can't be used for ammunition, however... (On Nat 20)
  

  Source

  Class Skill (Ranger)

  Type

  Passive Ability, Resource

  Hack n' Slash

  Great Cleave

  Description

  Faure swings her bardiche in a destructive arc in front of her, damaging all within it's path, as well knocking them back.

  Source

  Weapon Art (Bardiche)

  Type

  AoE, Knockback, Damage, Weapon Attack

  Plink, Plink, Plunk

  Sling

  Description

  Faure loads her trusty sling, and hurls a deadly stone at a target within range. The effect of the shot changes, depending on her choice of ammunition
  
  Faure always carries a sufficient amount of basic throwing stones on her person, and has room to carry, at most, 2 crafted stones.

  Source

  Weapon Art (Sling)

  Type

  Ranged, Damage, AoE, Debuff

  Marked for Death

  Hunter's Mark

  Description

  Places a Hunter's Mark on a target within her sight, giving Faure a bonus to hit and to damage upon marked target. Furthermore, Faure has precise knowledge of the target's position within a range of 180 feet (54 meters), and a vague knowledge of their whereabouts beyond that range.
  
  The mark will wear off after an hour after it's been applied, if Faure places the mark on another target, or if dispelled.

  Source

  Divination Magic (Ranger)

  Type

  Debuff, Vision, Divination
• Miscellaneous

  Misc. 1

  Usually speaks with a prim, proper, and posh accent (or at least her idea of one) in polite company. With less than polite company, she's very quick to show her true colors.

  Misc. 2

  Lost her left incisor tooth in a scuffle with the town guards after she was caught stealing bread, leaving her with a noticeable gap in her smile. Bringing attention to it is a good way to end up losing a few teeth of your own.

  Misc. 3

  Her current record for number of birds slain mid-flight with a single stone is five.

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Character by: @King Crimson
Code by: Ambiloquous

 

[Elenion Aura]

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• Jin Li

  Way of the Blade

  Alias

  The Swordsman

  Age

  20 years old

  Gender

  Male

  Race

  Human

  Height

  5'3 ft | 160 cm

  Weight

  121 lbs | 55 kg

  Class

  Monk

  Affiliation

  N/A

  Homeland

  Vere
• Backstory

  Flavor Text 1

  Jin grew up in Amberfall, a peaceful village nestled in the rolling hills of a far green country. His early life was marked by the quiet, hardworking routine of his family—his father a blacksmith, and his mother a herbalist. But Jin was never drawn to the forge or the fields. Instead, he felt an unshakable connection to the sword, captivated by the tales of warriors and ancient battles that echoed through the village.
  
  His parents, however, saw his fascination as a foolish distraction. They believed his place was in the family trade, chastising him for spending hours practicing with wooden swords instead of helping in the workshop. Their words cut deep, filling Jin with doubt, yet his heart yearned for more than the simple life they envisioned for him.
  
  It wasn’t until a wandering sword master came to the village that Jin found someone who understood his passion. The old warrior saw potential in the boy and began to teach him the ways of the blade. Under his mentor’s patient guidance, Jin learned not just the art of swordplay, but the discipline and honor that came with it. For the first time, he felt a sense of purpose.
  
  However, a tragic raid on the village shattered Jin’s world. The raiders came with a singular purpose—to settle an old score with Jin’s mentor. As enemies descended upon the village, Jin fought alongside his mentor, but the chaos overwhelmed them. In the heat of battle, his mentor was struck down before his eyes, and Jin, consumed by grief and rage, pushed himself beyond his limits. He fought valiantly, his sword a blur of motion, but in the end, he was struck down, overwhelmed by the sheer number of foes.
  
  Everything went dark.
  
  When Jin awoke, he found himself not in his village, but lying on a strange beach, the sound of crashing waves filling his ears. Strangely enough, his injuries had already healed, although he couldn’t remember anything about his past. And so, he made his way to the land of Closter seeking out a way to regain his past memories.
  
  

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• First Form

  Slash

  Description

  Jin channels his swordsmanship into a flurry of lightning-fast slashes upon the area in front of him, targeting the weak spots of opponents caught up in his attack. Each strike is precise and aimed at vital points, such as the neck, joints, or other exposed areas, where his katana can cut through with maximum efficiency. This barrage leaves the enemies stunned for a brief moment while Jin is overwhelming them.
  
  When paired with Pierce, Jin can unleash this barrage while dashing through enemies, striking multiple opponents along his path.
  

  Source

  Weapon Art (Katana)

  Type

  AoE, Physical Damage, Crowd Control

  Second Form

  Pierce

  Description

  Jin centers himself, lowering his body as he grips the hilt of his katana in both hands, the tip of the blade aligned perfectly with his target. In a burst of speed, he lunges forward, thrusting the blade toward his target. This movement is precise, aiming directly at a vital spot—be it the chest, stomach, or throat—designed to pierce armor or flesh alike with minimal wasted motion. Successfully piercing the enemy allows him to reposition instantly, keeping the momentum in his favor and allowing for a follow-up strike.
  

  Source

  Weapon Art (Katana)

  Type

  Single Target, Armor Pierce, Mobility

  Third Form

  Parry

  Description

  Jin assumes a disciplined stance for a brief moment, holding his katana steadily in front of him. His body tenses, focusing entirely on reading his opponent's movements. In this position, Jin prepares to parry or cut down any incoming attacks.

  Source

  Weapon Art (Katana)

  Type

  Defense

  Heavenly Blade

  The Way of the Sword

  Description

  Jin channels his ki, entering a transcendent state where his every movement is in perfect harmony with his surroundings. Time seems to slow for him as his focus sharpens, allowing him to fully unleash the potential of his blade. He gains a temporary boost in movement speed and strength, while all skills are upgraded.
  
  - Slash becomes an even more ferocious assault, with each slash hitting harder and reaching further.
  - Pierce becomes an almost instantaneous dash, covering a greater distance in the blink of an eye. His thrusts are stronger with greater penetration power.
  - Parry enhances his reflexes to an extreme level. The duration of his defensive stance is prolonged, and he is able to counter attack upon parrying a successful melee attack, and redirect the flow of incoming projectiles to send them back.
  

  Source

  Ki

  Type

  Self-Buff
• Miscellaneous

  Misc. 1

  While most warriors carry the scent of steel and sweat, Jin prefers the delicate fragrance of jasmine flowers. He often keeps a small sachet of dried jasmine in his belongings, claiming it reminds him of home and provides peace amidst chaos.
  

  Misc. 2

  Jin loves stargazing. He finds peace looking up at the night sky and often wonders about the stories behind each constellation. His mentor used to tell him tales of warriors among the stars, which inspired his dreams of becoming a hero.
  

  Misc. 3

  Weapons:
  Katana
  

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Character by: @Elijay
Code by: Ambiloquous

 

[Elenion Aura]

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• Redahlia Vahlendein

  Blood and Fury

  Alias

  The Scarlet Knight

  Age

  36 years old

  Gender

  Female

  Race

  Human

  Height

  6’1 ft | 186 cm

  Weight

  161 lbs | 73 kg

  Class

  Paladin

  Affiliation

  N/A

  Homeland

  Kalivan
• Backstory

  The Empire of Kalivan

  Located in the Verdant Highlands of the distant continent of Ryneer, the Kingdom of Kalivan oversaw the lands it ruled for over 250 years. Its rise to power was not a peaceful one, however, being marked by countless years of intense bloodshed and violence against its cutthroat neighbors. For once upon a time it lay near the bottom of the pecking order, despite being situated atop the world. Yet as others squabble regarding the issues of the past, one would stand to look towards the future with lofty ambition.
  
  It was said that the woman who’d become the first queen of her newfound kingdom, Caroline Kalivanna had gained a vision from a figure adorned in crimson attire. As one of the few women berserkers in service to her hometown, she was an intelligent yet violent individual who longed for freedom and peace. The entity showed her a mighty empire spawning from a pool of vigorous ichor; a world united under her aspiring hand and leadership. She was to tame the chaos which infected her neighbors, bringing forth order and stability through a fierce demonstration of strength and blood. She would have its blessing-
  
  The Blessing of the “Skarlet Knight”.
  
  Giving into her relentless rage and bloodshed, Kalivanna was able to unite the various hardy settlements of the Highlands and lead a bloody conquest against their neighboring kingdoms through precision and careful planning. Amongst those that vowed into her service, she hand picked the finest warriors to act as her elites - the Crimson Guard - those fearless and furious enough to do whatever necessary to ensure absolute victory. They wouldn’t fail her. Taking their enemies by surprise, Kalivanna’s forces swiftly cut down all who opposed her, with many records stating how she fought on the battlefield with the ferocity of a demon and the determination of an archangel. Those witnessing her prowess first hand found themselves revering her just as much as they were terrified of her.
  
  After several years of intense fighting, and many gallons of blood spilt across the land, the remaining kingdoms would finally surrender to Queen Kalivanna of the Kalivan Empire, dreading the worst from her ire and fury. Yet instead of assimilating the rest of the remaining territories or executing their leaders outright, she would allow them to continue existing as allies of the Kalivan Empire as a sign of respect. She would help them rebuild their ruined settlements and eventually peace would gradually return to the continent. Thus starting a new golden age for the continent of Ryneer.
  
  Kalivanna’s rage would damper as the years went by, forming her into a strong yet fair ruler till the very end; her visage entering the textbooks as the incarnation of the “Skarlet Knight” herself. Yet despite her dampening temper, her teachings as a berserker would live on in the “Crimson Guard”, preparing new generations of Elite “Fury Knights” in the event such unbridled fury and bloodshed was ever needed again.
  
  Over two centuries later, the rumblings of war would threaten to divide the Empire once more. The very kingdoms which Kalivanna had spared from the beginning had grown more distant from their conquerors, demanding to be fully independent. Negotiation treaties have fallen through; gifts and tribute have been rejected. Soon enough, people will be slain. It was only a matter of time.
  
  

  Violent Beginnings

  On the eve of the imminent war, Redahlia Vahlendein was feeling uneasy. A fully devoted “Fury Paladin”, she had worked tooth and nail to become who she was now. She was a violent child growing up, suffering from explosive behavior at even the slightest inconveniences thrown her way. As the middle child of three within a relatively poor but humble family, one could point fingers to a few potential issues stemming from the household. Though aside from the typical struggles of sibling rivalry, the economic struggles, or the parents' struggle keeping together a family of five, it wouldn’t quite explain the sheer wrath that Redahlia possessed.
  
  As she got older, Redahlia decided to focus her anger by training for the Kalivan military. She often ran from home to watch the soldiers and knights train near the barracks. It was the one place where she felt at peace. She studied their movements, eavesdropped on their stories, and took notes on the odd tidbit of info heard by drill sergeants. She even tried replicating their moves in a dark alley or two, though her frantic and wild swings didn’t quite match the smooth calculated precision the other knights possessed. It was frustrating, but Redahlia continued her self-training.
  
  One night, while heading home from the barracks, thirteen year old Redahlia would find herself assaulted by a couple of older boys. They burst from the dark alleys as they held her in place, attempting to hit and abuse the poor girl for their own sick amusement. They called her an assortment of names and slurs, with one even wielding a sharpened stick to hit and shank her. It was then, in a fit of unbridled rage, Redahlia was able to yank the stick from them and stabbed it into the assailant’s stomach. Then again. And again. She stabbed many deep puncture wounds into the assailant’s body like a needle through a pincushion. The boys were utterly mortified at this display of gruesome violence, hearing every grunt and screaming coming from Redahlia’s mouth as she seemed to take catharsis in this brutal killing.
  
  Yet the kids, numbering four to one, would make the attempt to avenge their friend and give her a proper beating. Redahlia fought for her life, injuring most of the kids with the pike in hand, but she was losing. Just as it seemed she would succumb to their wrath, an armored figure came over to see what was going on. Clad in full black armor from head to toe, it was the unmistakable visage of a “Fury Knight”, a member of the Crimson Guard. His appearance caused the kids to immediately disperse; leaving the two alone in the dark alley. Redahlia was scared, believing she was going to be punished for killing someone. The knight, however, believed to have found someone special. A vengeful crimson-haired girl, having spilt her first blood against one who had clearly wronged her. He had not a single doubt in his mind.
  
  She was a perfect candidate for a Fury Knight.
  
  After years of brutal training, Redahlia would get that wish by the age of 28. By then she was able to learn to control and manipulate her sheer anger, while letting loose on the field of battle and training against her own. She became more calm and collected to the point where she wasn’t simply lashing out at everything. For the first time in her life, she felt like she was mostly in control of herself. Soon she started attracting friends and comrades, helping to further engage with the outside world and its politics. In fact, she was even successful in capturing the eye of a royal sword maiden from the eastern Kingdom of Falinheim - a fine lass named Merrin. They’d visit each other whenever they could; where one thing led to another, leading to the promise that they would one day marry.
  
  

  The Boiling Point

  Yet by the eve of war, Falinheim was one of the few kingdoms that wanted to separate from the Kalivan Empire. And there were plans of invading Falinheim’s royal capital with the Fury Knights leading front and center. Redahlia dreaded this day though refused to show weakness to her fellow knights. The only thing which mattered to her now was keeping Merrin safe and out of the way from their wrath. So long as she could get to her first before everyone else.
  
  So when the Fury Knights stormed the gates of Falinheim that winter, Redahila was the first to break ranks and race towards Merrin’s manor as fast as she could. Even amiss the imminent destruction, no one was to stand in her way - not them and not even her own comrades. Though just as she arrived deeper into town, she’d see Merrin fighting Kalivan common soldiers, with her swift and gracile flurry of swipes and slashes effortlessly dispatching of her quarry. So when the two would finally meet on opposite sides of the battle, there was initially a mounting tension that nearly suffocated the very air they breathed. A fight seemed imminent.
  
  Merrin then lunged at Redahlia, embracing the fury knight with a hug. Despite the situation happening around them, both knew how they truly felt about all this. Their love for one another shined brighter than the fires of war around them. They wouldn’t hurt each other. Though it wouldn’t stop the others on both sides to slay them for their heresies. Needing to leave, the two would proceed to fight their way out of the city. Together, they appeared unstoppable.
  
  Though as they turned towards a breach in the southern wall, an arrow struck Merrin on her side. While she was resilient against her own injury, it had already sealed her fate. No matter how much Redahlia tried her damndest to protect her, the troops just kept coming. Blow after blow. Cut after cut. They began to riddle them down to exhaustion. Suddenly a fellow Fury Paladin would emerge from behind and sever Merrin’s sword arm, tossing them several feet away into the tainted snow. Redahlia was enraged, as she savagely dispatched one of her own comrades in a fit of fury and anguish.
  
  Once she gave herself a moment of rest, Redahlia comforted her dying consort in her arms. A wave of guilt washed over her that told her she failed in protecting the one she loved, despite Merrin not blaming her for all this. With one final kiss, the fine sword maiden would breathe one last prayer before collapsing limp in Redahlia’s arms.
  
  And it was that moment where everything changed.
  
  

  The Scarlet Rage

  Redahlia snapped. Her rage and anguish spiked as she felt her blood boil and seethe at what had just occurred. A disembodied voice urged for her to strike vengeance at those who wronged her; one both familiar yet unfamiliar. But she wouldn’t have the patience to figure that out. Reason was thrown completely out the window as she gave herself completely to her inner anger she had long controlled and suppressed for so long. There was nothing more she had to lose. And let herself loose she did - on everyone and everything in her sights.
  
  Like a raging demon, Redahlia unleashed her inner rage and began slaughtering countless Kalivan and Falinheim soldiers in her wake with little regard to her own health and safety. So savage was her fury and body count, that it forced both opposing forces to temporarily leave the walled city in order to regroup and restrategize against this seemingly unstoppable rampaging killing machine.
  
  For a brief moment in time, the empty ruined city belonged to Redahlia. Her once black armor was now battered and stained crimson with the blood of countless victims, while her face showing fresh deep scars scratched across. She could’ve used this opportunity to escape, but instead she continued comforting the body of her lover. She begged for her to come back to life, for anyone or anything to bring her back. Yet there would be no response. Her broody grief stricken face lowered in despair, feeling Merrin’s pale skin and soft dress one last time before finally leaving the premises.
  
  Waiting for her as Redahlia exited Falinheim through a breach on the south wall of the city, was the rest of the Fury Knights. The strongest and most skilled had made themselves known, including her own mentor that brought her in all those years ago. While they understood her loss, they couldn’t in good conscience let her leave Falinheim alive.
  
  Redahlia was exhausted, but still had a bit more energy left in her. One last fight and she might possibly make it out of here alive. Though as she prepared, the voice from earlier revealed itself a final time, saying something she could not remember.
  
  

  The Calling

  The next thing Redahlia knew, she found herself laying on a beach. Waking up, she’d see her lance laying beside her in the sand, as well as that her armor was now a brilliant scarlet red. And upon her armored torso, was the deep cut of what looked to be a burning cross. Though as she tried to recall what had happened to her, she found herself drawing up blanks. No matter how hard the knight tried, she couldn’t remember anything up to this point, save for a few particular details.
  
  Yet the same rage and anger bellowed within her, deep and utterly agonizing; one which craved for bloodlist. But she did not know why she felt this way. Nor how it came to be. There was also a deep longing heartache for someone she must’ve loved… a name she couldn’t remember for the life of her. There was much to remember, yet so much to learn about this new world she found herself in. With any luck, she might be able to uncover who she once was.
  
  Staggering onto her feet, Redahlia would make her way towards the nearest settlement in the world of Caedia; ready to start a new journey of self-discovery once again.
  
  

  Raedalia and Merrin
• Seeing Red

  Furious Aura

  Description

  Redahlia radiates a permeable aura that drives her and nearby allies to revel in fury, urging them to fight that much harder. All affected would see an increase of their strength for up to three minutes for as long the caster is conscious. Afterwards, it requires some time to recharge before it can be used.
  
  

  Source

  Magic (Paladin)

  Type

  Buff; Self-Buff

  Explosive Outburst

  Crimson Burst

  Description

  Imbuing her lance with boiling blood, it glows a brilliant red-hot crimson as Redahlia lunges forth to stab at her opponent. Upon successfully hitting the target, the infused blood reaches critical temperatures hot enough to combust. Uses vitality in exchange for damage amount. The more vitality used, means the more damage wrought.
  
  

  Source

  Magic (Paladin); Weapon Art (Lance)

  Type

  Single-Target; Weapon Attack

  Relentless Avenger

  Charging Fury

  Description

  With her quarry in her sights, Redahlia raises her lance before charging full speed ahead at her opponent in a straight line. Upon collision, it pushes the opponent back during the duration of the attack, dealing double damage. Can hit up to three enemies in a row.
  

  Source

  Weapon Art (Lance)

  Type

  Multi-Target: AoE: Weapon Attack

  Rip And Tear!

  Butcher

  Description

  There will be bloodshed. When Redahlia downs an opponent to 0 hit points, she proceeds to butcher her quarry with her bare hands, reducing it to gory chunks and killing it instantly. By absorbing its blood, she can regain up to half of the creature’s total health. Can only be used once per engagement.
  
  

  Source

  Magic (Paladin)

  Type

  Self-Heal; Melee Attack
• Miscellaneous

  Misc. 1

  Despite her association with blood, Redahlia actually hates the taste of humanoid blood. That being said, she’s known to be a voracious eater, often chowing down a primarily carnivorous diet. With an exceptionally high metabolism, she’s perfectly capable of turning those heavy calories into energy used for battle. Her favorite meat is cooked lamb; however, she's also interested in trying a well prepared dragon steak.
  
  

  Misc. 2

  In addition to taking great care of her armor and lance, Redahlia also takes extra care when washing her hair (as well as her general hygiene). She is constantly on the lookout for fine soaps, even sometimes going as far as paying top coin to acquire it.
  
  

  Misc. 3

  Back in Kalivan, Radahlia once owned a horse named “Bethaldstad”. A strong stallion, she rode him all across the continent of Ryneer and tended to him regularly. She and Merrin would often ride horses out in the wilderness. He also used him in the annual jousting match competition that the royal court would put together, where she won two of the ten events she participated in.
  
  

  Misc. 4

  Weapon:
  Lance
  
  

  A Warrior’s Sorrow

Character by: @Develius
Code by: Ambiloquous

 

[Elenion Aura]

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• Sertoria

  DEATH'S DISCIPLE

  Alias

  The Centurion

  Age

  36 years old

  Gender

  Female

  Race

  Human

  Height

  5'11" | 180.34 cm

  Weight

  170 lbs | 77.1107 kg

  Class

  Paladin

  Affiliation

  N/A

  Homeland

  Kodok
• Backstory

  Flavor Text 1

  Sertoria's story begins several millennia ago, back during the age where the civilizations of modern Kodok pledged their allegiances to the Demon King of old. Her ancestors, survived the wars of the era, and the years that followed, eventually being cast out of society after the Demon King's fall and left to live in squallor. Generations came and went, as her people attempted to repent for their wicked ways and beliefs. They turned to the gods they had forsaken, offering their everlasting service as penance for the sins of their fathers, grandfathers, and those that came before. Some became champions, others zealots, and even a few simple priests and priestesses of smaller cults and followings.
  
  As the years passed, and new generations came and went, the line that would eventually lead down to Sertoria would find itself enriched in the teachings and ways of Durge, the primordial god of Death. Their early services were in the practice of funeral rites, brought in to cast blessings of Durge on the fallen so that their souls may find their way into his comforting embrance. He would lead them to the afterlife they had earned. Later, however, some of her family would turn to other forms of worship in his name.
  
  Sertoria would come from a branch that found its calling in the ways of death through combat.
  
  Early on, they found their place among the gladitorial pits. Chosen to give proper deaths to condemned criminals at first, they were tools of execution. Later, they became prized champions of martial combat in arena tournaments and grand colosseum battles. Then, mercenary work became a viable option. Spread the word of Durge far and wide, as you travelled the lands doing work for the various employers and guilds of the world. Keep the faith alive, as new gods appeared to overshadow the old.
  
  Eventually, Sertoria would be born. She grew up in the cult, worshiping Durge just as the rest of her family had before her. Trained in combat, she found herself in the gladitorial pits at the age of 16. She fought her way out, proving her prowess with a spatha with ease. She was given a modern version of the armor her ancestors wore that had served the Demon King long ago, made to wear it in remembrance of what her bloodline had chosen to repent for. However, this armor had been blessed by Durge himself, adorned with skull iconography and an imposing skull-like visage that was the helmet's mask.
  
  She rose in rank in her clan, eventually finding herself able to begin mercenary work. For twenty years, she wandered the continent. She poved time and time again that she was a true disciple of Durge, planting the seeds of death so that they would bloom on every battlefield she found herself upon. Using the magics of the cults, she even raised the dead to aid her in Durge's service. Eventually, she would find herself in Closter, finding a little introductory mercenary work before she would move on to one of the guilds.
  
  Maybe he would show her favor when her time finally came, wrapping her in his cold embrace and sweeping her off to some distant, beautiful paradise? She wouldn't dwell on it, though. Everyone's time came eventually, including hers. She would spend her life in his service, while living life to the fullest.
  
  

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• LOREM IPSUM

  PAIN ITSELF

  Description

  Sertoria, as she takes damage from foes, is able to convert the pain inflicted into strength to fuel harder hitting attacks. For up to five minutes, the more she's hit by a foe, the more damage she dishes out in swift responding strikes. Afterwards, she must pull back and rest for a few moments to recuperate. If Sertoria isn't hit during this recuperation phase, she will regain health equal to half the damage taken.
  
  

  Source

  Conditioning (Paladin)

  Type

  Self-Buff; Self-Heal

  MORS VINCIT OMNIA

  DEATH CONQUERS ALL

  Description

  Using arcane knowledge, passed down through generations of Durge worshipers, Sertoria is able to raise the dead as allies in battle. If cast, three skeletons will be raised as allies. If there are dead enemies in the area, those are instead raised as allies. Can be cast up to three times in a battle. Once the battle has ended, undead will return to their dead state.
  
  

  Source

  Magic (Paladin of Durge)

  Type

  Necromancy; Support

  FINIS CORONAT OPUS

  THE END CROWNS THE WORK

  Description

  Seeing herself as an executor of Durge's will, Sertoria believes that for every enemy she dispatches, she sends them into Durge's everlasting embrace. All souls eventually sees the end of things anyway, and she is simply a tool to expedite those Durge deems worthy. Knowing this, Sertoria experiences a brief state of bliss when a foe is slain in Durge's honor. Sertoria regains a small chunk of health after slaying a foe herself. If the foe is a boss or miniboss, she regains half of her lost health back.
  
  

  Source

  Magic (Paladin of Durge)

  Type

  Self-Heal

  A PEDIBUS USQUE AD CAPUT

  FROM FEET TO HEAD

  Description

  Utilizing tactics passed down for millennia, Sertoria has trained to use targeted strikes to bring down difficult foes using her spatha. Weakpoints, like the tendons at the back of the ankles and knees, armpits, vital arteries. Anywhere that can be stabbed, slice, or otherwise damaged will be pinpointed and attacked with determination. Whatever it takes to bring a foe a swift death. When fighting tough opponents or minibosses/bosses, Sertoria strikes at exposed weakpoints for double damage. Can strike a foe three times, and stun them for a short time to allow for allied attacks.
  
  

  Source

  Weapon Art (Spatha)

  Type

  Single Target; Weapon Attack; Stunning; Offensive
• Miscellaneous

  Misc. 1

  Sertoria is covered across most of her body in various scars, acquired from her time in both the gladitorial pits of her homeland in her youth as well as during her twenty year tenure as a mercenary. Most are from blades of varying types, but some are bite marks or from other types of weapons.
  
  

  Misc. 2

  She is actually well read, having taken the time to learn to read and write from other members of her clan. She sometimes reads during her down time while on jobs.
  
  

  Misc. 3

  Despite her training and extensive work as a mercenary, she never quite learned how to swim properly. She can float, of course, but otherwise she flails about in water. Luckily for her, her jobs never really put her near large bodies of water.
  
  

  Misc. 4

  Weapon(s):
  Spatha & Scutum/Towershield
  
  

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Character by: Infab
Code by: Ambiloquous