Fantasy Titans of the Lost World (Open)

[Kylesar1]

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There are 2 types of Gods:

The Otherworldly Gods, who reside in a different realm than humans, only accessible through extreme means that either involve taboo or death. They preside over natural things not found directly on earth (ie, the sun, moon, and stars, the weather, thunder, etc.), as well as Faith-Based Magics like Light/Holy and Dark. The access to these magics have been gifted to these humans by these gods, which is why humans like to say magic is a gift from the gods. They're referring to the Otherworld Gods

Then there are the Ancient Gods, who preside over various forms of nature. They reside on Earth and are almost always in slumber. Fire, Water, Earth, Air, Poison, Ice, etc. While these gods sleep, their essence spreads out over the earth and may inject themselves into humans, giving them natural magic ability. However, this magic is still borrowed from the god. These gods have been around for as long as Earth as been around, and are mostly invisible to being recognized by Earthen Denizens


Humans have always relied on magic to bring out the secrets in the world to make it a better place. Fire, Water, Earth, Air, Thunder, Thauma, as well as the powerful faith-based magics Holy and Dark to do the will of their gods. These magics have been used to make, preserve life, and preserve the sacredness of the land, whether that land is mountains, deserts, plains, etc. They've managed to expand themselves pretty well and advance pretty far while still preserving the world's gifts and nature


However, there are a group of people who believe that the age of the gods is over and that humans don't need them. They accused the gods of toying with them after creation, seeing them as entertainment, letting and even causing bad things to happen, like natural disasters. The leader of this group ended up becoming a king who plunged the world into a dark time by branding magic as heresy and taboo and sending the Church and the Inquisition after them. The preachings spread far and wide over time and Magic became the thing of scorn. Public executions for magic became a constant sight, par for the course, magic-themed books and epics were burned from libraries. This caused the Otherworldly Gods to shun Earth and eliminate access to their powerful tools. He then went about expanding over the entirety of the country, convinced that there are no ancient gods slumbering. Needless to say, in an excavation campaign, he stumbled upon one of these Ancient Gods and woke them up, angering them. This woke up ALL the Ancient Gods, and subjected all its denizens, innocent or not, to their wrath.
They cursed the humans and anyone who worked closely with them (humanoid species). They can't use magic anymore. That gift was stripped from them for their insolence and rebellion. That isn't to say humans were the only users of magic. The entire world has thrived on the mana from the Ancient Gods and in same cases even morphed or mutated. Enchanted Plants you can use to enchant gear, Magic-wielding Animals you could potentially tame. This also means that hostile animals are faster and stronger.........and with no magic of your own, far deadlier. With no magic to fall back on against stronger animals, enchanted Apex predators became apex even over humans. The economy suffered. Career Grand Wizards and Magic Advisors went out of business. Entire magic schools and magic colleges closed down. Magic military brigades disbanded. Apothecary shops closed. Lives lost due to having to adjust to not having healing magic.

Spoiler: Titan of Death

There only seems to be one way to reverse the curse, as told by the Ancient Gods. Destroy their Titans and retrieve their essence. Taking their essence puts the Ancient God back to slumber and returns the magic back to the earth for all and the world to use again. It's not that easy though, as Titans are colossal beings that hold all the magic of an element. Any one Titan can wreak substantial havoc, so the Ancient Gods decided to show a bit of mercy and not release them. Instead, they put it upon them to activate them on their own. Where the Ancient Gods sleep, there is a sigil. Activate it to summon the Titan individually. Then defeat it. Defeating it unlocks that specific magic for use again.


With no magic to assist them, and having to fight forces sent by Gods, the Humans (and humanoids) of the Earth are fighting an uphill battle. Who will you be? A soldier on the frontlines? A seer who works as an advisor? A normal person just trying to make an honest living? What are your goals? What is your calling? No matter what, you'll likely be caught in the crossfire.

Think Shadow of the Colossus​

These are massive, hulking creatures, avatars for all that's known about an element, whom you must kill armed with nothing but sword and bow, one's own wit and skill on the battlefield. Some Titans are unique environments upon themselves. Imagine a giant turtle with forests on its back that you must fight through to get to where you need to go to strike it, or having to take on the wrath of Poseidon himself at sea. Some environments are so extreme that they can't be traversed and you can't make it to the Titan Sigil without magic protection. You're little more than an ant to such power, but an ant's work ethic could very well prevail over all but completely impossible odds.

 

[Birdsie]

Kylesar1 Bakuyoshi FireMaiden Safety Hammer Archdemon
Starting post, yo.

By the way, if my font annoys you (which I understand,) let me know. I am used to Calibri at this point, but I'll use Arial or something if it's too hard on any of y'all's eyes.

Sarastro Lancerose - Redvale, Tavern

Noblemen were coddled from birth, entrenched by servants who cared for them and protected them.

Although the Lancerose were similar in that respect, they were a bit different. A boy of the house was expected, no, rather, required to learn swordsmanship and basic combat by age ten to the degree where he could fight a grown man, at least to a standstill. Girls were expected to master the mystic arts and be capable of - under the matriarch's supervision - summoning a spirit, keeping it under control, making a bargain with it, and then sending it back safely to the other side.

But that didn't change that Sarastro was born with a silver spoon in his mouth.

When his grandmother died and he inevitably set out to explore, even in spite of his extensive squire training, he wasn't quite prepared for the outside world. He knew enough to get by, and learn more, but the experience of having to live and travel like a common man was...

Humbling.

Sobering, even, to the cruelty of reality. Each day provided a set of challenges of its own, and though beset with premature death - knowing none of these experiences would matter in the long run - he faced them bravely.

Tonight, one such challenge was a night at the stables. The various inns didn't have any rooms left, it seemed, so the stablemaster allowed him to spend the night there.

There was a large horse that was fast asleep on the hay. Sarastro decided to place himself next to it. He excelled at dealing with horses since he worked with them from a young age while helping his brother.

The horse seemed too fat to want to move, though. It seems like a waste, since it looked like a pretty good breed.

Sarastro took off the bags on the sides of his own horse - Prince - and threw them down, then took out a winter fur-coat and laid it down as impromptu bedding for his hay mattress, and he laid down on it, using his hands as pillows.

Though cold and slightly exhausted, he fell into the night's embrace without complaint.

*~*~*​

Sarastro's eyes opened lazily. He stifled a yawn and stood up, feeling a surge of dizziness.

He stood still for a moment, trying to determine if it was his condition or just morning fugue. Since he didn't vomit up an ugly pool of bile, he went with the latter and began to stretch and perform morning calisthenics.

He picked up his coat and bags and walked up to Prince, who was himself resting nearby. He wrapped them on the saddle and gave his steed a pat on the head. "Protect these until I come back, please." He gave his horse a kiss on the forehead.

The affectionate gesture was their manner of goodbye. Sarastro refused to leave Prince alone without it since any goodbye might be their last.

He walked to the tavern, thinking of this. Who would take care of Prince when he was gone? Since the other horses seemed coddled, if Sarastro were to die in a minute, Prince would probably be fine and get to grow into a fat, happy horse, if lacking exercise.

Ironically apt, for the horse's name. Maybe Sarastro would have chuckled, if it weren't ironic only if he died.

Sighing, he walked into the tavern and sat down at the counter, sliding a copper piece to the barkeep. "A beer."

 

[Bakuyoshi]

Isla Auscent- Redvale, tavern

Isla slowly walked to a tavern. Walking amongst the many different types of people. She had felt hardly any change in the world. She could see the desperation around her. Many people who once relied on magic still looking for ways to get it back. And yet she only kept walking, not even an ounce of compassion to those around her.

She finally picked a seat. Next to some human man of no concern, she took in the quaint tavern. It was almost as familiar as most inns she had stayed in. All of the small jobs she took as a barmaid or the occasional extermination of magical teleporting rats, man that one was weird. "A bottle of Ale, and if possible I need to figure out where I can get a job." her voice lacked much feeling. It almost sounded like a demand disguised as a question. Her own appearance rough and ragged, where most elves have well kept hair Isla's was messy and unkept, almost like a person with eternal bedhead.

 

[Birdsie]

Sarastro Lancerose - Redvale, Tavern

Sarastro took a sip of his beer, which came in a metal tankard. The bitter taste of alcohol went down his throat and warmed it.

As he let out a satisfied sigh and put the tankard down on the counter, not letting his hand leave it, he turned his head to glance at the ragged-looking elven woman next to him.

"I have a job if you're interested," he said nonchalantly. He paused for the slightest moment, to let the woman realize he was talking to her. "Very little requirement in terms of skill. It's simple, and pays well for what you have to do. Namely, I have a steed named Prince. I'd like someone to take good care of him; the usual of keeping him clean, giving him exercise, and feeding him. As a reward, you get to keep him, plus ten gold pieces upfront, and everything else I own in anywhere from today to, I'd say, three months in the future. I'm open to negotiation. Interested?"

Bakuyoshi

 

[Bakuyoshi]

"Wait 10 gold for horsecare? I'm in, where is this horse and where do I start?" Her tone still lacked much energy but it was clear she was more interested at the mention of the price that was being laid out.

"I mean we elves have always been good with animals, magic or not. So it will be trivial taking care of this stallion!"

Birdsie

 

[Birdsie]

Sarastro Lancerose - Redvale, Tavern

"I guess you can start today," he said, a bit grimly. "Fact is, I'll be dead soon. I don't intend to leave this town, so I won't need a horse to travel again. Unless something drastic happens, which I doubt. Prince is at the stables here, right now. He's a good breed and has chestnut-brown skin. He's very loyal and brave; a good friend. Please, take care of him."

She explained the proficiency of her people with animals, and he nodded briskly while taking a small sip of his beer. When he was done, he replied with a casual tone, "Exactly why I picked you. If I'm forced to give all my possessions to someone, I'd rather an unknown elf who can take care of my friend, than a dishonest priest at the temple."

He took another swig of beer, bringing the tankard to half its capacity. "Anyway, when we're done drinking, we can go there and I'll show you. Unless you have other stuff to do; that's fine too. If that's the case, I'll be here pretty much until I'm either dead or unconcious. Unless I'm sleeping. So, no rush."

Bakuyoshi

 

[FireMaiden]

Primrose Tamlen
Location: Redvale- Inn ~ Tavern
Interaction: Open
Mentioned: Birdsie Bakuyoshi
The town was oddly quiet. Especially for one filled with humans, that, up until she had claimed a room as the sun fell, were constantly making noise. Fighting, selling, gossip. Primrose would have much perferred to have slept outside in the forest, but the kind woman she had helped when first arriving here about three days ago insisted on paying for a room. Apperantly, something nasty would be passing through the forest, and Primrose was just a little elf, she couldn't handle it. Nor would she refuse the offer. It was nice actully, the room was warm, and it had been a few weeks since she had last slept in a real bed, and she didn't mind that her room was a bit small. Primrose normally would have stayed up late, working on preparing ingredients, or doing one of her various other tasks, but there was no need. For once, she was going to get an early night.

**********​

She awoke to a loud knocking on the room door. It wasn't fractic, nor it did it sound in to much of a hurry, but it was obvious whoever it was needed her attention. With a sigh, she lulled herself up from the bed, shrugging off the blanket. There was a slight chip in the air, but it was a comforting one. Tugging her top back into place, Primrose opening the door. On the other side, the inn keeper. A portly man with dark greying hair and a chip on his should like she had never seen. "Sorry to wake ye missy, but your friend only paid for the night and it's time to leave," He said, earning a nod from the young elven woman.

"Alright, alright. I'll be gone in a few minutes," She replied, offering him a tired, but polite smile. He nodded, and left, leaving alone Primrose to gather her belongings. She wasn't sure what time it was, maybe around 9? She knew the inn she was staying at didn't serve breakfast, so after gathering her things, rucksack, plants, and her bow, she headed out of the inn with a friendly goodbye to the owner. The town was still waking up, only a few shops open, non that sold breakfast. Well, the baker maybe, but as Primrose wandered by, it didn't seem like her shop was open yet. The only choice she saw now was the tavern. Normally, she would steer clear of it in the mornings, but she didn't see. The harm now. The drunks had been chased home, and it should be fairly clean.

When she entered, it was desolate, only three other patrons inside. A human man, and a woman sitting at the bar, who may have been an elf, but Primrose couldn't tell from where she was sitting. The last patron inside was another man, seemingly asleep in the corner. She would ignore all of them, taking a seat at and empty table. A woman came over to take her order, and Primrose was delighted to find out they had her favorite ale. It was a sweeter ale, but it wasn't mead. As she sat there waiting, absentmindly patting the table she over heard the human and the other elf talking. The elf wanted a job, and the human had one, but..."Well that's an odd reward," She muttered. Giving away all his belongings? It wasn't any of her business really, but it was still an odd thing to overhear. Espeically when he carried on about him dying soon. Very dramatic.

 

[Archdemon]

Shel - Redvale Tavern
Interaction: Open
Mentions: Bakuyoshi Birdsie FireMaiden

Shel was riding into town on a cart carrying various goods and items, most of which was alcohol and food for the local tavern. It was a quiet and somewhat cool morning, which was quite pleasant. Soon the cart slowed to a stop, and Shel began unloading the cargo and carrying barrels of various ales and beers into the Tavern. It was mostly empty inside besides 5 people, the barkeep, a man and a woman sitting at the bar discussing, another woman sitting at an empty table, and a man asleep in the corner.

The barkeep motioned Shel over and instructed her where to offload the alcohol, to which she did. She went back and forth from the Tavern and Cart carrying supplies and barrels of ale. When she finished she was paid a total sum of 10 gold pieces for the job of protecting and unloading the cart. Shel made her way back inside the Tavern, and sat at an empty table away from everyone else, ordering some breakfast and some water.

Once her food arrived, Shel began eating away as she took out a book to read, hoping to relax before getting another job to do.

 

[Kylesar1]

What makes a beautiful landscape? The life? The vegetation? Maybe it's the sentimental value or maybe the desire to visit that kind of place in person. Perhaps it's the visualization one could attain from looking at it. A tropical paradise with lush perfectly blue water, sipping a creamy alcohol from a coconut while watching hot Tiefling or Orcish babes play some beach game but acting like they're in all out war. Chilling on rocks watching the waves crash talking to the sexiest Sirens one would ever meet

That was the dream, right? That's what made it so desirable, the POSSIBILITY of something ideal. It doesn't occur to you that in reality, by the third hour of watching those babes, you get bored and restless. That coconut-infused alcohol wouldn't taste all that amazing anymore. Those sirens just want to make you their sex slave since you're not really one of them, can't stay underwater.

No matter what you'd visualize, you'd end up visualizing home, the place where your heart is and the community around it is.

As Jabari Asfour took a look of a picture of him with his family, he visualized a desert. The scorching hot land of sand, very little vegetation and very little water. The sifting sands under even the gentlest of breezes. The beautiful undisturbed dunes providing partial shade heavily depending on the position of the big yellow ball in the sky. That desert, that god-forsaken land of seemingly instant heat-stroke yet shivering cold at nights was where he lived, where he loved. However, he couldn't return........not just yet

Jabari Asfour
Redvale- Tavern
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Instead, he was stuck in a place he knew nothing about full of people he knew nothing about, fairly far from his homelands, armed with his weaponry, sure, as well as his falcon trained up by his village's Water Shaman, the elder who supplied the entire village with water enough to make it an oasis and make it easily sustainable. This was all due to the power of Water Magic. Since the magic seal though, ALL of their magic had dried up. With no water, his people were having to shift most of their trade into getting water and not into other things. With no Wind Magic, they couldn't move their sandships. With no Sand Magic, it was harder to deal with intruders who could actually traverse the desert. They went from ghosts in the sand to armed people who simply knew how how work the sand, just a homefield advantage. They couldn't hide their village. Attacks on the village increased as a result, from either vicious animals or other creatures and species.

He sighed and put up that precious picture and looked over his food, steak for him and raw meat for his eagle. He was sent out to figure out where these Titans were and to hopefully locate them for his village. They had to take them down to save the village, at least the ones whose magic they used. Otherwise, they'd have to give it all up, and the Shaman said he wasn't relocating. Those sifting sands would be his grave.


He looked up to the bartender and slid over a single silver coin. "Have you any information on the whereabouts of one of these Titans?"
The bartender shrugged. "King Richard has allegedly sent scouts all over the place, and decreed for every city to scour and look for the Sigils. There hasn't been any luck though. Some scouts haven't returned and some are MIA."
He had been drinking while the bartender talked and slammed his drink on the table at the lack of information. "BAH!" That was the fifth bar he'd been to with no information. Each one took a silver coin and while Shaman supplied him well, he didn't like waste.

Birdsie FireMaiden Archdemon Bakuyoshi

 

[FireMaiden]

Primrose Tamlen
Location: Redvale ~ Tavern
Interaction: Kylesar1
Mentioned: Birdsie Bakuyoshi Archdemon

Primrose thanked the waitress who came back a few minutes later with her food, first taking a long sip of her ale. After spending a few weeks on nothing but berries, rabbit, and water; this was a delicious change. As she ate, she let her eyes wander, back to the man and elf sitting at the bar, and then to an Orc woman who had come in carrying something. Primrose always did like Orcs. Most of them were simple, and somewhat brutish, but they were a decent people. And they tended to be nicer to her than the humans would, so that may come into play a bit here. For some reason, that brought her mind to Maxwell. She needed to call him down when she left, to make sure he wasn't getting into to much trouble.

Anyway, her attention went to the darker skinned human when he said something about the titans. An odd request for sure, but a tavern seemed like an even odder place to ask. Shoving some more food in her mouth, she quickly chewed and swallowed as she got up from her table and approached him. "If you aren't happy with his answer," she started, her words a bit muffled, then followed by a light gulp to swallow the rest of her food, "Why not go out and follow the scouts last known location? If they didn't come back, maybe they ran into one?" She stated, though it maybe sounded like a question. Giving the man a quick smile, she turned and headed back to her table to finish her ale. Maybe he would come and join her? Maybe offer her a job? Honestly, Primrose wanted to see a titan up close, but was smart enough to know sbe xoulsnt possibly do it on her own. She didnt know how to track well enough, and would most certianly die if she wasn't with at least one other person. Plus, with a nifty little placement of her belt so the plants were visible to any curious, an Alchemist would be handy on a little quest like this.

 

[Kylesar1]

Jabari Asfour
Redvale- Tavern​

She had a point. However, information about the scouts and who went where was unknown. Their communications crystals were cut off with the magic seal, so reliable, timely communication was now an extreme luxury. It was decreed where scouts would search, but exactly who would search where. Unless it was released to the public before he showed up, the only people that knew who was missing and the objective area was the scout's unit, those in their ranks, and perhaps their family.............Their family would be a good place to start asking questions then.

Even if he found the scout and the Titan Sigil.........then what? He knew nothing about the Titan, only the god over it. Quat Al'iirada as they called the god or "Willpower" (he knew not of their common name, only the name they gave them. He had read up a bit on the God, but needed further information on the Titan. Maybe he'd consult the library.

He went up to Primrose and sat down in front of her and slid a silver coin over to her. "Do you know anything about this scout's last whereabouts or who they are?" He was taught that these people loved money over everything and most of them wanted money for the smallest things so he gave them a coin a question whether or not they asked for it.
FireMaiden

 

[FireMaiden]

Primrose Tamlen
Location: Redvale ~ Tavern
Interaction: Kylesar1
Mentioned: Birdsie Bakuyoshi Archdemon

Haha! Her little plan worked. Unforntually the human wandered over and spoke to her after she had shoved the last of her food in her mouth. She helped up her hand, index finger extended telling him to give her moment as she chewed and swallowed. That finger would touch the silver, and slid it towards her. "Alright. I can tell you this," She paused, picking it up and handing the coin back to him. "I know absolutly nothing, sorry." A bit anti climatic really, but it was the unfortunate truth. "All I've heard are fairly unreliable rumors about possibly whereabouts. Like there might be one roaming eastern and southern coasts, and there might be one up near the moutians. Don't beleive that one for a minute, I came from up there." She paused, taking a sip of her ale. "I know there's also one rumored to wander around this area, though I haven't heard an exact possible location. I tended to some of the soucts that came back but they were either too scared to talk, or someone had paid them to keep quiet. I think one of them muttered something about the river west of town?" It was probably the first option, but still. Anyway, finishing of her ale, she dug a few coins out of the rucksack sitting next to her. "If you're really dead set on tryijng to find one, me and Maxwell can try and help."

 

[Bakuyoshi]

Isla waited for her beer to come. But it took a while and her own taste for alcohol had gone. And then she heard a conversation over at some point she could not see or bother to look. "Hey these are titanic creatures. If we see one it won't be hard to miss. Or those scouts are too dumb for their own good. I don't give a rats ass either way."

Birdsie Kylesar1 FireMaiden

 

[Birdsie]

Sarastro Lancerose - Redvale, Tavern

"I doubt you can take down a Titan on your own," Sarastro cut into the conversation, deciding he might as well, since everyone else is already doing it. "It's hard enough as it is without magic. You'd need some ridiculous ability to threaten it, let alone take it down. I imagine you'd need at least a platoon of elite soldiers to have even a glimmer of a chance, and even then, the odds are stacked in their favor."

After dropping his five cents into the conversation, Sarastro brought his tankard closer to his lips and tilted it, sipping slowly as he listened to whatever replies came his way.

Bakuyoshi Kylesar1 FireMaiden

 

[Kylesar1]

Jabari Asfour
Redvale- Tavern​

He wrote down some of what she was saying, the locations of where some of the scouts looked. "I can pay you for your help if you tended to them. Maybe we can see if one scout team survived and where they were attacked." Jabari was finally taking a step in the right direction. If she tended to some of the scouts, she was a direct lead.

Then 2 more people spoke up out of nowhere and Jabari realized that they must've been talking too loud. Hearing what they said, he responded:
"Yeah, well a platoon of elite soldiers can't do anything to something they can't find. " Jabari said. He didn't even bother addressing the women who tried to speak up and ended up saying she didn't "give a rat's ass." Why the hell would you speak if you don't care either way? Jabari knew if he spoke to her, he'd end up butting heads and maybe blades with her. He's not here to fight drunks. Best let her ramble.

"Scouts were sent out to find the Titan Sigil. The obvious intent of the Monarch is to find it and then organize a force to go back and activate it." With no magic, the scouts couldn't really get in contact with anyone that fast. That's really the only explanation. Not having the force was no excuse since the Monarch has to be offering one up by sending scouts to find it in the first place.

"And if you know so much about this Titan to know what it takes to take them down, what can YOU tell me about them?" he challenged
FireMaiden Birdsie Bakuyoshi

 

[Bakuyoshi]

"Yeah I'm with the guy with lots of questions. I want to kill them too don't get me wrong. But I think everyone here has the wrong idea. These things can take o- your magic away just like that. Who's to say they can't sick it back on us? Directly or indirectly up to debate. I don't have that big of an idea but I can say the wildlife got magic and we didn't. So really it's not just the titans. It's us, versus the world. And I don't like those odds."
The elf took a drink just as she finished her... well she didn't know what to call it. But she was done dammit.

Kylesar1 Birdsie FireMaiden

 

[Birdsie]

Sarastro Lancerose - Redvale, Tavern

Hoping to put up a grim defiant stand against Sarastro's argument, the foreigner asked him what he knew. Sarastro mused for a moment, sipping his beer before disjointing it from his lips.

And then, it started. The harbinger of the future.

Sarastro could almost feel the heartbeat in his chest for a moment; the muscular beats pulsing through his organs, and going through his bones and ribs, moving his entire chest heavily. A wave of dizziness swept over his head, followed by a sensation of tightness in the right side of the chest, near the lung. Almost instinctively, he started taking big, but subtle breaths with his mouth. More oxygen.

Sarastro brought his finger to his lips for the briefest moment and slid it across the gums of his teeth, before bringing it forward to his eyes.

No blood, only some saliva.

Good. If there's no blood, this wasn't a major concern. Just a minor fit.

"I'll tell you what I know," Sarastro replied somberly after a short moment, rubbing his digits together to get rid of the saliva on his index finger. He turned his eyes to look at the foreigner, put down his mug on the counter and sighed.

"The Gods - right or wrong as they may be - are a supreme authority in this world, and Titans stand many levels above us. We don't know how strong they are, but those scouts didn't come back with good reason. My opinion might not count for much, but this is what I think: Don't focus on some inane nebulous task of slaying idols. Focus on the tangible possibilities - on the people in front of you, and what little you can do to help them."

So he said, with a somewhat raspy voice.

Sarastro then finished his beer with a peculiar expression. Either the man was in a spoiled mood, or his 'standard' resting face simply looked discouraged as a regular thing.

Bakuyoshi Kylesar1 FireMaiden

 

[Kylesar1]

Jabari Asfour
Redvale- Tavern​

"So you know nothing beyond what's said at Sunday Mass." Jabari stepped towards him, his eyes narrowing even more. He was tired of useless information and detractors. All these people, the huge number of people he spoke to before, the bartender, and now this guy and woman who just wanted to tell him to not even try. The Gods put this on them as an entirety. If those Gods WANTED to bring them to ruin, they could literally do it as he spoke. They were wide awake and each one full of earth-ruining magic. "Neither you nor this woman know a thing about these Titans."

"This IS tangible, damnit!" Jabari slammed his fist on the table angrily. "I got people at home who need Water Magic. Our entire way of life is at stake. I'm bringing back the water or I'll die trying! I refuse to sit here like some........kasal!..... and wait to die! It's only a matter of time before we can't sustain our current way of life." Jabari wasn't about to give up before he started. It wasn't happening. He was far from the passive type and his people depended on magic to sustain their way of life. Was it ideal? Not anymore due to the fact that magic was given on a whim, but then again, that was to be addressed AFTER they got it back.

"You and this baqara can lay here and accept this reality. I got a Titan to find." With a hostile squawk directed at Sarastro by Nasir his eagle, Jabari whirled around and turned back to the woman he made an acquaintance out of. "Er....elf lady. When you're ready, I need you to take me to these scouts." He didn't even get this woman's name and yet he was trusting her. It could lead to bad things, but he's fought off the burglar types before. Quite easy in fact.

FireMaiden Birdsie Bakuyoshi

 

[Inheritance]

Archbishop Alarac​

The halls of Thoros were quiet today, even quieter than usual. Not that it was ever loud in the grand church halls-Alarac would never have permitted that. But there was always something going on; whether it was a mass, an interrogation, or the voices that never seemed to leave him alone. Alarac had gotten used to them, as annoying as they might have been, as he had to live with them. He couldn't remember when they started, but he knew he never heard them when he traveled as a saint...but that was a long time ago, in a time almost forgotten to him now. Ever since he had declared himself the head of the new Church, he had done the opposite of the voices, and things had turned out well for him. He figured because he was essentially a God, these were demons of mortality trying to stray him from the path. He had dealt with them a long time, despite what they had said. They were very loud when marching upon the Elves, and he figured that the mortal souls he was setting free were trying to interrupt his path to righteousness. He knew then that what he was doing was right. The voices continued to get louder and louder as he built up his city, and even louder yet as he sent the orders to send the rest of the Snow Elves into slavery.

Yet last week, something extraordinary happened. When he decided that he would personally hunt the titan hunters, and take an active role in destroying his opposition-the voices stopped. There was nothing but silence...the voices no longer called to him. They no longer plead with him. They were gone. At first it stunned him that he could no longer hear, and he was scared his own power was gone...but of course, none could dethrone a God of his power, and his might was stronger than ever. However, the silence was still there.
He had to imagine that it was because now that he had his Capital built, he was ready to dominate the world. Still, without the voices something was missing from his halls. With a call to his worthy grand scribe, he ordered for a collection of Elves to be brought to his holy halls. He needed to have something to look forward too after his hunt was over.

He left his Holy Throne, and prepared his things. He had sat lazy in his halls long enough, and it was time to march. Whoever these fools that dare defied him were, he would find them, and end them. A few guards would be all he would need, just enough to keep him strong with numbers. Not that anyone would defy him. He was a God, and nobody defied a God.

Kylesar1

 

[Archdemon]

Shel
Location: Redvale Tavern
Mention: Kylesar1 FireMaiden Bakuyoshi Birdsie
Interaction: Kylesar1

Shel was calmly reading her book when the Tavern flooded with commotion. A foreign looking man came in seeking information on scouts tracking Titans. An Elven woman with white hair spoke up, and after an exchange promised help. The two at the bar spoke of giving up on the goal, saying that it was impossible. The Foreign man spoke up again speaking that he must bring water magic back to his tribe or they'd be doomed to die off. This resonated deeply with Shel as she closed her book and stood up.

"You seek to bring magic back? Then our goals are similar. I would like to aid you in your quest if you would have me."

Shel may not know the man at all, but if he was telling truth, she would help him. After all she made a promise to the last shaman, and she will carry out those dying wishes of his.

 

[Birdsie]

Sarastro Lancerose - Redvale, Tavern

Sarastro clicked his tongue inaudibly. This guy...

He's getting on my nerves, but somehow... I can't say he's wrong. Why am I afraid? I have nothing to lose... I'm going to die, so why am I forcing myself to be so calm and collected? I should be mad about this. I should be. Why am I not? Is this... did I give up?

Another person - an orc woman - stood up, joining the mad foreigner's quest.

He thought, for less than a second, and decided. Fuck no. Even if it's pathetic, this guy is right...

He almost pitied himself, being convinced by a random man in a tavern. Sarastro clutched the bridge of his nose and argued internally, before nodding to himself

"Damn," Sarastro cussed bitterly, a pit welling in his stomach.

He stood up, chair screeching, and gave Jabari a meaningful look. It wasn't malicious or angry, but it wasn't pleased either. "Wait a moment, please!" he called out, a little dire.

Once he had the foreigner's attention, Sarastro introduced himself out of the blue, "Name's Lancerose. Sarastro Lancerose. I don't even know you, but I can tell you're one stubborn son of a bitch."

He changed his tone, to something reminiscent of impartiality, as he continued, "Truth is, I have a... condition. I'm gonna die in a few weeks, maybe months, without magic - no clue when other than 'soon.' Your village is gonna be the same without water, right? The rational part of me is telling me to ignore you and keep moping about it until I pass out and die, but everything else is telling me I don't have anything to lose... If I'm gonna die anyway, I might as well make the most of it and spit some asshole God in the face, right? I know everything I just said contradicts what I'm about to ask you, but I was too afraid to do it on my own, so... do you mind taking me along with you? I want to die fighting a Titan, or come out of it alive and survive. Both are fine. And if I can help out people in need along the way, that's even better."

"What do you say?" he finished the monologue a little lamely.

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[FireMaiden]

Primrose Tamlen
Location: Redvale ~ Tavern
Interaction: Kylesar1 Birdsie Bakuyoshi Archdemon
Mentioned:

She nodded, "Yeah. I think they might be back at their lords place or hold up in on of the inns, I'm not to sure. They moved from their camp after I patched them up," She explained. However, it seemed their conversation wasn't private like she, well, she didn't expect it, nor did she expect anyone to respect their privacy but jumping in and being somewhat rude? Would you call that rude? Well, it was a little uncalled for. The other elf woman, Primrose couldn't tell if she was interested in joining in or not, but the human man, the lighter one, seemed to have good points. The one who had come over and sat down with her was a little snappy, and didn't seem pleased with the fact the other one bad hadn't spoken up sooner. Ah, humans, they caused so much drama and usually in a very short amount of time. Anyway, Primrose declined to bud in, as she was not the one paying, but one being paid, and just observed. Despite her wanting to comment on the "gods", she didn't. When the conversation finally died down, she looked between the two men. "Well, if he wants to assist, and has nothing to lose but everything to gain, why not let him? It's not an easy quest, that's for sure." She would not to the orc woman she hasn't had a chance to acknowledge yet, "Her too."

 

[Kylesar1]

Jabari Asfour
Redvale- Tavern​

An orc woman spoke up and asked to join. She could very well be the Titan with how she towered over him. He'd heard about orcs and their insane strength even when they didn't look like they had it. He wasn't intimidated though. In fact, he didn't even blink nor hesitate. "Of course. We'll need all the help we can get," he nodded with a smirk at her. Maybe talking a bit louder than intended would yield good results afterall. He was glad to not be the only one who wanted this enough to actually do something

This was confirmed when the detractor guy called after them as he was speaking to the orc woman, asking to join as well. "If you have that condition, that's all the more reason to fight to live. Nice to have you on board Sarastro Lancerose." This entire thing got his heart pumping for a reason other than anger. That had dissolved into satisfaction that he wasn't the only one who needed to destroy them.

He spoke to all 3 of his new acquaintances and decided to introduce himself. "My name is Jabari Asfour. I live in the Deserts of Almawt. Of all the Titans, we need to take down 3 to go back to our normal lives, but Water is the most important because we need it to live." He was fairly certain that these people had their own preferences for which Titan to kill and why that is the case. Right now though, they couldn't find a single one, so they had to take what they could get. "The scouts that went out are where we start. A resident told me they have a unit in this town. I'm sure they'll welcome the one who treated their injuries."
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[Safety Hammer]

Yossarian Valentine
Location: Redvale Tavern
Interaction: FireMaiden Birdsie Kylesar1 Archdemon

Taking a quick gulp of his ale, Yossarian rolled his neck to crack it, loosening himself up for his next big score. A group of new people had just walked into his tavern. Well, it wasn't really his tavern. He didn't own it or anything. But it was his main turf for hunting new marks. He scanned over the group a bit to see if any of them had anything valuable.

The orc woman had some sort of necklace but god knows he would be an idiot to try and steal that. There were two very simple rules that all thieves know: Never beat a giant at Dejarik Magic Chess, and never ever pick the pocket of an orc. With that in mind, he continued to scan the group. The tan looking human was wearing some gold, but only that which was attached to his belt or weapons. And since he didn't really have the time to take off this guys, belt, he moved on. The knight was pretty hot, but had nothing valuable. Or, at least nothing of monetary worth. Yossarian bit his bottom lip and looked him over for a bit longer, before moving his attenting over to the elf.

Bingo.

With a faux intoxicated smile, he slowly sauntered over to the table as if he was just another drunk patron on his way to the restroom, when he "bumped" into the standing elf woman, all while dexterously snatching her sapphire necklace without her noticing.

"So sorry, ma'am. Many apologies." He said, faking a slur over his rather charming accent, before walking back to the bathroom. As he used the urinal, he inspected the necklace. Shoddy craftsmanship, but not everyone was the royal jeweler. The sapphire in the middle was beautiful, though. He inspected it a small bit further, before tucking it into his back pocket , washing his hands, and heading back to his booth.

Job well done.

 

[Inheritance]

Archbishop Alarac
"Only through fire and action can we cleanse our hearts, minds, and souls!"​

"Most Holy One?"

A voice shook him from his trance. He had found meditation to be quite relaxing now that he wasn't bombarded with voices. Now it gave him a chance to ponder his thoughts, and when he looked back on his life, everything seemed...perfect. He had done nothing wrong-ever! He remembered going through his life, and while he could remember the earlier years vividly, he couldn't remember a thing about creating the church and massing the crusade. Whenever he tried, the voices would shout at him, and it would be too painful for him to continue. But now, he could remember everything about the church. His Church. He remembered well his great speeches that rallied the humans, and he remembered well his life leading the Order of the Stars. He remembered the conquering of the Snow Elves, and he remembered how he declared magic illegal. The funny thing was, as he tried to peer into his past, about his days of healing and helping the sick and needy, it got blurry and strange. His own gift of foresight enabled him to not only receive visions of what was to come, but he was able to clearly see his memories. Yet his early days in this world were...gone. He couldn't remember how he got here, nor if he had a family or not. He had no idea why, and he swore at some point he could remember...

But it didn't matter now. He had reasoned long ago that the reason why he couldn't remember was because he wasn't just advocating worship for a God, but that he WAS a God. At the moment, the Church wasn't near strong enough for him to tell everyone this yet, but he would soon. After conquering the Elves and declaring Thoros the Holy City of the world, the Church's strength had gone up. It was beautiful how powerful he and his church was getting, but there were still those that wanted to oppose him. He had convinced a group of men to be on the lookout for scouts that would be trying to find information about the Titans. Bringing back the Titans would bring back Magic...and that was illegal. It was against the "Gods'" will. Whoever had interrupted him had certainly come to speak on this.

"Most Holy One...I come with news about the band of scouts..." Of course. "They were successfully attacked by our band. Your name was not in their banners, but of course it was in their hearts and minds...but uh..." Alarac didn't speak. He didn't even turn around to give the man the pleasure. "A few of them escaped, uh, so we believe. We don't know how many...couldn't have been more than 3. "

"WHAT?!" Alarac stood up and glared at the temple boy who stood cowering before him. "HOW could we make successful contact and not get them all? Clearly it was not successful, and you have lied to me! Do the Gods smile upon servants who lie?"

"N-no sir...I...I have sinned, and I lay myself before the Church and seek Mercy, but in my mercy I seek even more to be taught the error of my ways and to be straightened onto the right path..."

"Your sins are noted, and your willingness to learn is heard. Your request is accepted. Spend the day and night before the Alter without food or drink, and return into the sunlight a new man."

"Yes Oh Holy One. And the Scouts?"

"What town are they near? Where would they have gone?"

"Redvale."

"Good. I will go there myself. The people there are in desperate need of the Church, and they shall be brought salvation."

Kylesar1
(I will post him in the town when people start responding to your tavern speech)