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[Pancaek]

allright guys, singups are closed. I'll be choosing characters and assigning powers. ETA an hour or two.

[Pancaek]

So, here are our first four legends. I'll include your four starting abilities, if there's an ability you think isn't right for your character feel free to say so, we'll work something out. I'll also include a few question I need answered before I make the first turn; either in the thread or via pm.

Name: Darius Guile, the undying soldier.

Legend: a soldier of Great renown,  it is said he has never died in battle despite innumerable odds, using everything from his trusty assault rifle to a bunch of twigs to achieve his objective. Ironically, he possesses no extraordinary powers, just decent luck and reflexes. His technology is varied, with his preferred melee weapon being simple shortsword.

Spoiler: powers (click to show/hide)

-Lucky G.I.: +1 to all dodge/evade/perception rolls
-Reflexes: unless taken completely unaware, you have a much increased chance of moving/attacking first
-The odds are just never in you favor, or are they?: When facing an enemy many times stronger than you, you gain +1 to all rolls for as long as the enemy is focusing on you.
-Professional soldier: Weapons have no more secrets for you. You immediatly know how any weapon works, no matter how foreign it might be, giving you a +1 to attacking with them. Does not include magical enchantments/effects.

Questions: You mentioned an assault rifle, what assault rifle is it?

Spoiler: Nyaknyak (click to show/hide)

Name: Nyaknyak
Legend: Nyaknyak was perhaps the greatest shaman his tribe had ever known - as great, perhaps as the Old Ones, whose names and deeds were known although they had taken place before time began, and before the tribe existed to witness them.

It was said that Nyaknyak (his family name was taken from him when he underwent his naked rite of passage into shamanic adulthood) could change into the form of any animal of the White North. It was rumoured that he could cure any illness and heal any wound with nothing but the herbs of the Great Forest and the force of his spirit. He could see beneath the snow, and read the tracks of mice, and smell the scent of insects. He could call the forces of nature from the sky: fire, wind, lightning.

One of the earliest tales told of when, out searching for a particular herb in the tundric wasteland - on an errand of apprenticeship for his mentor - he was attacked by a polar bear, having accidentally stumbled upon a mother close to her cubs. Bloodied and driven by fear, Nyaknyak slew the polar bear with his hands, and then, overcome with grief at what he had done, he cried on his knees till his tears froze to the ground. He travelled into the polar bear's spirit, and brought the polar back to life. He learnt the importance of calmness, and resoluteness, and he vowed to protect, whatever the cost, what he saw as the balance between the Way, and his tribe, placing both above all else in the world.

When he returned, his mentor beat him for forgetting the herb, and sent him back out to the wasteland; when he returned once more, his mentor set him free, having mastered all he had to teach - it was said. The Nyaknyak left his tribe to learn, spending twelve years wandering the White North, walking with animals; living amongst animals; travelling where the animal spirits travelled.

Indeed, it was even said that Nyaknyak could travel amongst other dimensions - through a spirit world into which he could fade and return.

When he came back to his tribe, he served them selflessly for many years, and helped them, if not thrive, at least do well in the Great Forest. He was a priest, musician, doctor, elder, teacher, warchief... Over the decades, his deeds became numerous; the songs telling of them perhaps more so.

He never died; he just left.

Spoiler: powers (click to show/hide)

-Healer: you have the knowledge of herbs and healing substances, as well as your innate ability to heal people using your spirit. You also gain +1 when doing so.
-Force of nature: You are able to call upon the wind, fire and lightning to do your bidding, and gain +1 when using these elements.
-shapeshifter: You have the ability to change into animal forms. This is so natural to you that it happens nearly instantly.
-Connection with nature, and beyond: You are able to connect with and speak to animals and nature spirits. If you take some time meditating, you can even step into the mystical spirit world

questions: give me a small description of what a shaman of his tribe would have looked like, if you'd please.

Ok, so there is magic.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Y.W.
Your legend:



  The Dykan clan was under attack. For centuries they had lived as a peaceful tribe along with the others on the mainland. But recently, the Omadaki clan had started their crusade. They advanced their weaponry, invented new battle tactics. The rest of the tribes were unaware of this, until it was too late. Most of them had grown in an era of peace, never knowing the harsh days of war. When the Omadaki came, they fell quickly, not even a single spear or sword to defend themselves with.

  The Dykan's were different. Long banished memories of battle came back. They crafted longswords, katanas, iron shields, bows and arrows, and many more. They held off the Omadaki for a while. Quickly, they became battle hardened warriors. In such a short time, almost all of them had seen many battles. But while their numbers diminished, the Omadaki grew larger and more powerful. They attacked the Dykan. The Dykan were scattered across the continent, adapting to their environment while hiding from anyone they saw, for fear that they were the Omadaki.

  The Omadaki had finally found this group, after five long years. There was not many of the Dykan, but they grabbed their weapons and readied themselves for a final stand.

  The battle was a slow one. The Dykan had positioned themselves well, making their numbers less of a disadvantage. They had practiced combat almost daily. But the Omadaki were trained for war, some fighting since they were born. Slowly, the line of battle crept closer to the Dykans. They were cornered.

  At last, there was only five Dykan left, three women and two men. A young woman walked up from behind them. None of the Dykan recognized her, but they acknowledged her with a nod. They stood their ground grimly, prepared to take as many Omadaki to the grave with them as they could.

  When the Omadaki reinitiated their attack, the five Dykan beheld a sight only they lived to see.

  Even as the Omadaki charged, they fell. Many meters before they reached the Dykan, Omadaki were dying. Holes appeared in their chests. Some grabbed their heart and died. Screams filled the air. Even more blood colored the already red battlefield.

  The unknown woman's face was covered by a black and blue mask. In her gloved hands she held metal contraptions with holes in the front. If one looked closely, one could see projectiles flying from them.

  Once the Omadaki finally got close, the woman threw the metal objects over her shoulders. They disintegrated into black ash. She reached behind her, and from a scabbard which wasn't there a moment ago, pulled a huge black sword. There were glowing blue lines along the blade, especially the edges of the sword. The five Dykan felt her smile. With a sudden surge of adrenaline and bloodlust, they threw themselves at the Omadaki.

  When it was over, the five Dykan and the woman were still standing. Around them lay the bodies of their enemies, in a pool of blood. None of the five Dykan or the woman were harmed.

  The Dykan asked her name, and were each sworn to secrecy. Each of them led their own nations, and became great. They told this story to their children, and they passed it along. The legend changed each telling, but a single detail remained.

  During the battle, the woman's mask fell off and disintegrated. As she fought, her eyes glowed a magnificent blue.


  Stories like this one are everywhere in history. Some say she fought with a crossbow and knives, others with dual longswords. But all of them agree on one thing - first, her weapons and equipment were bright blue and black.

  Her true name was never told, though each of the survivors in each story knew it. So they call her Y.W. - her initals.

How's that?
Yes, it's based off of something else. But it's still relatively original (no it's not).

Spoiler: powers (click to show/hide)

-summon weapons: you can summon weapons at will, formed from a bright blue and black substance. They will disintigrate when not near you or they are discarded. +1 when using these weapons.
-Behind the mask: Your mask and innate powers protect you from mind/perception altering effects.
-Defender: +1 to all rolls when protecting the weak and helping the helpless.
-Magnificent aura: Your aura can inspire allies and demoralize enemies. Allies get bonuses when near you. Weak enemies may even break and flee in fear.

Name: Cultmaster Akinaro
Legend: Cultmaster Akinaro was the head of the Cult of the Arcane (they're not really a cult, just a large (several thousand people) group of mages; the name was originally a placeholder, but it stuck), a group credited with developing a sixth of all spells, rituals, and artifacts to this day. Akinaro was rumored to know all of what the Cult discoveref by heart. Eventually, the War came, and, because most of the Cult was drafted into it, the Cult withered and faded away. Akinaro killed himself in a coffin that contained instructions on how to resurrect him, waiting for the day when he would be needed to lead a new group of aspiring mages.

Spoiler: powers (click to show/hide)

-Magnificus Arcana: You are a master of arcane spellcrafting. You can cast all manner of arcane spells and get +1 whenever casting arcane spells.
-Arcana Ritualis: A quick magic missile is all good and well, but sometimes you need to go bigger. You are able to do rituals to increase the power of your normal arcane spells and cast spells with greater effects. These rituals take a varying amount of time, however, so best not to do them when some guy is about to stick a knife in your kidney.
-Enchanter: You can enchant items with temporary effects on the fly. If you take your time and use a ritual, you can even make it permanent.
-Lich: You are somewhere between life and death, in the twilight of existence every great mage aspires to be. You are immune to poisons and dark magic. You're also getting a bit of a skin condition.

question: Describe how he looked in life to me, please.

[Pancaek]

OK! Do we start? I'd like a bit more background fluff.

I just need everyone to OK their characters and then I'll write the first turn. If you want any specific background fluff you just have to ask and I'll answer. Though your characters are completely new to this world, so I won't tell you everything.

[Dustan Hache]

So, here are our first four legends. I'll include your four starting abilities, if there's an ability you think isn't right for your character feel free to say so, we'll work something out. I'll also include a few question I need answered before I make the first turn; either in the thread or via pm.

Name: Darius Guile, the undying soldier.

Legend: a soldier of Great renown,  it is said he has never died in battle despite innumerable odds, using everything from his trusty assault rifle to a bunch of twigs to achieve his objective. Ironically, he possesses no extraordinary powers, just decent luck and reflexes. His technology is varied, with his preferred melee weapon being simple shortsword.

Spoiler: powers (click to show/hide)

-Lucky G.I.: +1 to all dodge/evade/perception rolls
-Reflexes: unless taken completely unaware, you have a much increased chance of moving/attacking first
-The odds are just never in you favor, or are they?: When facing an enemy many times stronger than you, you gain +1 to all rolls for as long as the enemy is focusing on you.
-Professional soldier: Weapons have no more secrets for you. You immediatly know how any weapon works, no matter how foreign it might be, giving you a +1 to attacking with them. Does not include magical enchantments/effects.

Questions: You mentioned an assault rifle, what assault rifle is it?

M1 Garand, It's semi automatic.
Also, powers look good to me.

[Hawk132]

Questions: You mentioned an assault rifle, what assault rifle is it?

M1 Garand, It's semi automatic.

The Garand is not an assault rifle. If you'd like an assault rifle from the WWII period, try the StG44 (and now I'm back to watching this thread).

[Dustan Hache]

Questions: You mentioned an assault rifle, what assault rifle is it?

M1 Garand, It's semi automatic.

The Garand is not an assault rifle. If you'd like an assault rifle from the WWII period, try the StG44 (and now I'm back to watching this thread).

I am doing WWI, not II. They did not have full automatics back then.

[SaberToothTiger]

But M1 Garand wasn't around WW One, I don't think.

[Dustan Hache]

(ugh, blame Wikipedia..)

[Hawk132]

While most WWI rifles were bolt-action, the BAR was used in 1918. It's more of a light machine gun, but I think you'd like it, Dustan. And now I'm going back to watching once again.

[ATHATH]

Wow, that pretty much nailed my concept on the head.

Do I have a phylactery? If so, what is it?

How about a tall and slim figure, beneath robes that seem to flow perfectly with his movements?

Plot Twist: We're building the antagonists of this campaign, and we'll have to build villains to fight them.

[TheBiggerFish]

((... Holy Henderson... Darn IT.))

[TheBiggerFish]

((Is there a waitlist, by the way?

Here have a sheet anyway.))

Spoiler: Master Artificer Davison (click to show/hide)

Legend:
There's always one man who discovers something incredible, makes the Next Big Thing, builds the latest and greatest computer in their garage starting from raw materials and throwing in a couple of improvements while they're at it.
Well maybe not so much the last one.
For Master Artificer Davison, any of those are just last Tuesday.
His day planner has 'invent world-shattering discovery' blocked in after 'grocery shopping' on Tuesdays, and before Wednesday's 'create sentient life'.
Sadly, he hadn't quite perfected the art of reversing aging when he died of it.
That is, aging running forwards, not backwards.

He also mastered soulbinding, working his masterworks into his very essence.  They disappeared upon his death.

[Loki987]

I know a better legend. Well... I guess it's too late now.

[Pancaek]

@dustan: the good old M1 is fine by me if you're okay with it. I certainly think it's enough of an icon that it would be easy to imagine it popping up in a legend.

-snip-

You can if you want to, your choice if you want one and what it is.

And you can be a "bad guy" if you want. I'm not going to stop you. Whatever you guys decide to do, the world will turn (or burn) with or withour your involvement.

-snipsnip-

Sorry. I've put you on the waitlist though.

Turn 1: Prologue

Darius Guile

You walk, looking at your feet. Another battle, another day you survive the odds. The ashes make little clouds as you plant your feet in the burner soil. Such is war, no honour, no one-on-one battles between heroes. Only frantic firefights and bombs dropping horrid fire on all those below. You're not even sure when this fight began. As you walk, your mind starts to warnder. What war am I even fighting? What f...

You stop. Your eyes focus on the ground below and all you see is fresh grass. You shoulder your rifle and crouch, taking in your surroundings. This is wrong, instead of a battlefield you're on the edge of a lush forest on a nice spring day. The forest is behind you, green and alive. In front, rolling green hills. Behind the hill you can see a plume of smoke. The only sounds you hear are the sounds of the forest behind you, and the faint sounds of steel clashes on steel coming from the plume of smoke in the distance. This is certainly not how you remember the end of a battle going. Still, the nice forest air is better than the smoke of bombed corpses.

NyakNyak

You wander through the snow. How long has it been since you simply left your tribe? Luckily, the furs and skins you wear protect you from most of the freezing cold. You put your arm before your eyes to shield them from a particularely vicious gale.

You stop and take your arm away. Instead of the cold frozen waste, you stand in a lush green forest. This is odd, just a moment ago you walking in the opposite direction fo your tribe in snowy landscape. It's rather nice though, the shade provides a lovely temperature and the forest...is just so alive. It has been a while since you felt so many living things near you. You look up, and through the leaves you can see the blue sky. The only other thing you can see is a plume of smoke, far away.

Y.W.

You awaken from your meditations. You find yourself underneath a tree. In the distance, you see a small town. Smoke rises from its center, and you can see armour-clad soldiers running around...and townsfolk running away. This is no world you've ever visited before. But clearly, the helpless are in need.

Cultmaster Akinaro

You wake up from your undying slumber. At last, new loyal mages to lead! Haha, what a splendid da-

It's rather dark in here. You're obviously in a coffin, underground. The fools, resurrecting you before digging you up. Good help is so hard to find. You knock on the top. What is this, wood? You distincly remember buying a nice marble coffin, with cushions on the inside. Thing cost a bloody fortune, too. The bloody nerve of some people, stealing a man's coffin. What's the world coming to?

[ATHATH]

Wow, that pretty much nailed my concept on the head.

Do I have a phylactery? If so, what is it?

How about a tall and slim figure, beneath robes that seem to flow perfectly with his movements?

Plot Twist: We're building the antagonists of this campaign, and we'll have to build villains to fight them.

Villains to fight antagonists?

Antagonist and villain aren't synonymous. Look up their definitions.

Something was wrong. The ritual required removing him from the coffin, so either someone stuffed me in here after resurrecting me, or used a different ritual. Perhaps my soul roamed and found a different body, although I should remember rising from the dead...

Cast a divination spell that will tell me what went wrong. Inspect my body- is it the one I remember?