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[Blade Master Model 42]

In this life, there are many worlds. Separated by space, time, even differing dimensions, they are all nonetheless connected to each other. And in connecting to each other, they weave a great web, unseen by mortal eyes. And at a certain point, they each cross over. That point, is the Nexus. A bastion built millennia ago, by men or perhaps gods, to study and observe other worlds. Those who guard it are sworn never to interfere with the other worlds, only to observe, and to record, and to report, for the benefit of their own societies.

But there is only one who remains. In his desperation, the sole guardian seeks to protect the Nexus by any means he can. By the only means he can. Regardless of what taboos he must break.

We've been doing this for a good long while now. Almost eight years. It seems a fairly appropriate time to revisit old characters, and tell a new tale with them, just for grins. One last hurrah, for old times sake.

So here we go: Legacy FEF! Ten characters from FEF history will come forth to save all of creation with the power of being absolutely broken. Because we're using third tiers. Yeehaw.
Relevant sourcebooks will be here and here and here.

Spoiler: Class Key (click to show/hide)

Spoiler: Terrain Guide (click to show/hide)

Fire Magic has no category effectiveness vs undead
Thunder has no category effectiveness vs monsters

Charming Flute heals MAG instead of 1/2 MAG.
Gentle Flute heals 1/2 MAG at beginning of phase for 3 turns.
Dragon Flute heals MAG+10.

staff formula is modified to: staff%= staff hit + [(MAG - enemy's RES)*3] + (SKLx2) - (distance between units * 5)

Some important gameplay notes: Characters will have parts of their history and memories inaccessible to them, the degree to which will be informed by me after the game begins. If two or more characters from the same game get in, their memories will be even foggier. This will wear off as the game goes on, but initially everyone is going to have swiss cheese brain. Everyone will also be inclined to help- the nature of the spell used to summon everyone is keyed in such a way that it brings those inclined to assist the caster in his stated goal (protecting the Nexus and wider reality specifically), so villain protagonists and people not inclined to work as a group or take orders from anyone won't be a good fit. Lastly, maps will consist of the heroes using the Nexus's Gateway to travel properly between worlds.

Players should submit legacy characters (either from completed or dead games) as First Level First Class. You are free to adjust your characters original build, particularly if they are several versions old, up to and including reclassing. Your original Personal Skills and Faults will be permitted, but if you decide to change your skills, they will be expected to be in line with modern Personal Skill constraints and requirements. Those selected will be leveled up to Level 10 and then promoted. You may either choose to keep your old affinity or roll a new one, but your levels will be rerolled without exception.

IC Thread!

The Players:
1: Alec Slyvir (CrimsonEon): Enchanter
2: Alexander Jorinn (Powder Miner): General
3: Branwen ap Pwyll (IamanElfCollaborator): Valkyrie
4: Catherine Hirana (Twinwolf): Baron
5: Ciera Zephyr Slyvir (swordstar): Falcon Knight
6: Gregor von Hexham (Sirus): Sentinel
7: Hoshiko the Righteous (Chevalresse)
8: Iris (Dwarmin)
9: Julius Orto (Furtuka)
10: Otiros Dryadson (Praefectus Screptum)
11: Vahn Brannon (SeriousConcentrate)

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[Blade Master Model 42]

Reserving a second post in case I need it for anything.

Spoiler: Guess what I'm using it for memes. (click to show/hide)

Culise is responsible for this.


Then Unlurk did this.


and Culise again.

And updates to the Third Tier Classes because I'm sure as shit not re-releasing the book.

Holy Threshold is changed to: The Cardinal can summon a special one tile wall with 20 DEF/RES and 100 HP in an adjacent space once per turn in addition to their standard action. This wall remains in place for 4 rounds, or until it is reduced to 0 HP. Allies can pass through the wall, but cannot end their turn there.

Spoiler: New Heavy Weapons (click to show/hide)

Rng WT MT Hit Crit Ql
Heavy Iron Crossbow (D)
1-2 18 32 75 0 35

Heavy Steel Crossbow (C)
1-2 20  36  75 5 30

Heavy Silver Crossbow (B)
1-2 22 44 70 0 25

[SeriousConcentrate]

Spoiler: Vahn Brannon (click to show/hide)

Name: Vahn Brannon
Class: Fighter Trainee -> Fighter -> Dread Fighter -> Demon Slayer
Character Specific Skill: Miracle
Affinity: Dark
Personal Fault: Withdrawn From Life's Ether: Vahn takes 4x damage from critical hits instead of 3x.
Personal Skills:
Bound By Fate: If Vahn is under 50% HP, +5% Miracle chance.
The Lost Soul Arts: If Vahn lands a killing blow, +5 HP restored.
Fear Death Not: If Vahn's target is under 50% HP, +2 Damage.

Special: Forest Walk, Clear a Path,

Preferred Stats: STR, SKL

Weapon Profs: Bludgeon (C), Axe (D)

Total Level: -
Level/Tier: -

Initial Stats:

HP:   22    (40%)
STR:    7    (70%)
MAG:    0   (0%)
SKL:    3    (70%)
LCK:    2 (+2)   (70%)
DEF:    3   (10%)
RES:    0     (10%)
SPD:    3 (+2)   (65%)

CON:    10
AID:    9
MOV:  5

Initial: +2 LCK, +2 SPD
(Promotion to Dread Fighter: +3 HP, +2 STR, +1 MAG, +3 SKL, +2 LCK, +3 CON, +5% LCK.)

Bio:
To say Vahn has had a hard life is to say stepping in the ocean could get one's feet wet. Born a shameful bastard to a wealthy family traveling in the Gahnawende Rim to the south, his father threw him into a river as an infant in an attempt to drown him...

But he survived, and was discovered by an elderly witch out gathering herbs for her wares. She brought him home and raised him as her own, giving him the name he goes by and teaching him the basics of dark magic. This wasn't to last, either. When he was barely a teenager, a group of bandits raided the witch's hut looking for a rumored treasure she kept. When they didn't find it, they killed her and cut Vahn's throat, leaving the bodies to burn in the wreckage of the hut.

He survived.

Taking old witch Brannon's staff and rosaries, Vahn systematically hunted down each man involved in the raid. He was shot with arrows. He was cut with swords, struck many blows by axes and pierced with spears. He was pummeled with fists when all else failed. Bruised, battered, bloody, and beaten, Vahn survived. The raiders he tracked down one by one did not, save the last. That one was spared to spread the word.

Death was coming.

By the time he was twenty five Vahn Brannon was a feared name, both on the battlefield and among the bandits. He was known across the continent as a man who just would not die, no matter what was done to him. He was famed as a bounty hunter who always caught up to his target. It was whispered that he was a zealot of dark gods who granted their favor for whoever would pay him. He was rumored to be a generous soul who would give away his last penny to the poor and helpless. Legend had it that he was a warlock who stuck only to the shadows and detested daylight, and could tell your fortune from reading your palms. It was said he could see the future in smoke and fire. It was known that he carried a rosary with three bells on it, and the bells only rang when he finished his prey.

Perhaps some of these stories were true. Perhaps all, or perhaps none of them were. And perhaps Vahn's reticence on the matter over the years was meant only to encourage the stories. For what is a mercenary without a reputation?

...

That was until he took it upon himself to save the town of Kovitz, and instead ended up finding the town itself to be hopelessly corrupt and just as bad - if not worse - than the bandits plaguing it. Weary from long years of fighting alone, he reached out for allies one last time. With the fresh views provided by these younger mercenaries, he tempered the last remaining flames of his determination with caution, and discovered the truth of Kovitz.

Once the slaves were freed and the ringleaders in Kovitz killed, Vahn traveled with a few of the mercenaries, eventually leaving his legacy in the hands of Braoul, 'The Jackal', and returned home to the Gahnawende Rim. Old and beaten - but unbroken - he finally managed to end his addiction to painkillers and spent his remaining days as a herbalist with what he had learned from his mother Marigold and what he had figured out over his many years of travel.

Had it not been for the events to follow, the last guttering embers of his life would have ended there in Gahnawende; perhaps to the peace of old age, perhaps to the debilitating toll his body had paid from his pride never allowing it to rest or falter... or perhaps his past may have caught up with him one last time, for even his young allies in Kovitz had never known a world in which the name Vahn Brannon was not used to scare naughty children or strike fear in the hearts of the wicked. It was far from unlikely vengeance would be sought by the sinful, or a misguided heart of justice would seek to slay the Gahnawende Demon and bring an end to over four decades of terror upon the land.

No, fate had one last request of Vahn, but maybe once this was over, his bones could finally rest...

[Chevaleresse]

Spoiler: Hoshiko the Righteous (click to show/hide)

Class: Outlaw->Assassin
Character Specific Skill: Vantage+
Personal Fault: True heroes work alone!: -2 DEF when within 3 squares of 3 allies.
Personal Skill: You cannot slay one guided by JUSTICE!: +10 Critical on counterattacks.
Personal Skill: The Goddess guides my hand. . .: +10 Hit above 50% HP
//Personal Skill (Gained on promotion): . . . and ignites my heart!: +2 AS when under 50% HP
Preferred stats: SKL, LUC

Weapon profs: Bows (D), Hidden (D)

Progression spent: 305/305
HP: 19 [40%]
STR: 4 (+1) [75%]
MAG: 0 [0%]
SKL: 6 [70%]
LCK: 3 (+2) [30%]
DEF: 2 [10%]
RES: 1 (+1) [10%]
SPD: 7 [70%]

CON: 7
AID: 6
MOV: 5

Bio: Hoshiko was born and raised in an isolated region of Yukihana, with her neighbors consisting of the village of her own tribesmen and the occasional raids from the tribe's neighbors, spurred on by the usual causes alongside religious differences; her tribe was devout in their piety to the Fiery Goddess, while their neighbors practiced a more traditional, animistic Yukihanan faith. These raids slowed after the conquest by the tribe that gave the now-unified region its name, though they never ceased entirely. Her father was a little-known but quite talented swordsman with a passionate heart, but her mother vanished when she was very young.

Her destiny truly began when the voice of her Goddess in her dreams lead her to a far-off land in pursuit of justice, to join the rebel organization of the Misguided Children. With them, she fought the forces of the tyrant King Roswell across many lands, eventually gaining the support of the regime in Caelum. Further adventures followed, and many revelations occurred; the humble merchant Ian they had met in their travels was a dragon in mortal guise, and the evil king had the support of a once-banished dragon god. They quested to gain the pieces of the Fire Emblem, shattered into four pieces, to defeat this evil.

Hoshiko discovered that the voice that had guided her thus far had indeed been the voice of her own mother, preparing the archer to succeed her in her duty as the guardian of the Emblem. Tragically, their purposes came to an unavoidable crossroads; the shard commanded her mother to protect the artifact, a duty the guardian held until their death. Hoshiko and her party required the Emblem to purge the world of the evil that threatened to devour it. The result was inevitable, but Hoshiko did not let this push her away from her ideals, and she continued to fight for what she believed in. Eventually, the Misguided Children slew the evil and restored the rightful heirs to their throne; the pink-haired heroine was traveling home to her tribe at last, when a new chapter began in her tale. . .

[CrimsonEon]

Spoiler: Alec Slyvir (click to show/hide)

Name: Alec Slyvir
Class: Bard -> Enchanter -> Spell Weaver
Character Specific Skill: Miracle+
Affinity: Dark
Personal Fault: Losing Nerve: While any supported ally is downed, Alec's Miracle has a -5% chance to trigger.
Personal Skills:
Tough Luck: After successfully evading an attack, Alec gains +10 Crit for the rest of that combat.
Turning Tables: Every time Miracle triggers, Alec gains +15 Eva until the end of his next turn.
//Preserving the Past: When applying an Instrument Performance Item, Alec has a LCK% chance not to expend its QL.

Preferred Stats: LCK, SPD

Weapon Profs: Instruments (C), Performance (D)

Total Level: -
Level/Tier: -

Initial Stats:

HP:    18 (50%)
STR:    2 (00%)
MAG:   4 (55%) +1
SKL:    3 (50%) +2
LCK:    7 (60%) +1
DEF:    1 (15%)
RES:    4 (15%)
SPD:    7 (60%)

CON:    4
AID:     3
MOV:    5

Bio:
  Alec is of a tall and imposing height with long limbs, but is rather light and willowy in build. His hair is a dark brown, worn in a disheveled state with a ponytail tied behind reaching a short bit behind his back, while also sporting a chinstrap beard and stubble that has grown in lately.
  Alec was born to a seafaring family that specialized in trading and delivery of exotic goods aboard a vessel dubbed The Aerthine. Hailing from the Duchy of Masalla, Alec grew up exposed to lavish luxuries and expensive lifestyles- secondhand. He himself was of only modest birth to a shrewd and enterprising woman of Wynar, spending his immediate youth as a troublemaker in the port town before his father deemed him fit to come aboard.
  He would spend years supporting his parents in their business and looking after his younger brother, sparsely staying in touch with his mother and little sister back home. As the time flown by aboard the ship, he has traveled far and wide and met many people of various cultures, all the while nurturing a bad habit of lying and swindling.
  Over time, though, life the sea had lost it's appeal to Alec, and in addition, he had found a strange tablet bearing a series of mysterious songs. Making a deal to his father, he left the Aerthine to explore the world, and investigate the legends and rumors within.

=====
[SPOILERS for FEF2]
=====

  Out on his own, he had investigated many rumors around the lands of June, along with his ongoing research into the stone tablet he had found. He spent many years researching the stone's songs and their curious effect that would rejuvenate those within earshot, while under the patronage of a noble woman of Riem who he had convinced to support his endeavors, under the guise of an appealing suitor.
  Though he had mixed success in his research, his duplicitous nature would catch up to him. After convincing his noble patron to take him to Mireos, he would go on to attempt to swindle donations and money from the various nobles present until, finally, he was caught and apprehended by the Duke of Mireos. Unbeknownst to him and many others at the time, Duke Mireos was planning a rebellion against the Empire, and was all too willing to press Alec into assisting him.
  Alec would spend the next few months working as a spy and informant for Duke Mireos' rebellion, working closely with his daughter, Matilda to expand their influence. As their work continued, they found themselves joining forces with a wayward group of mercenaries- also pressed into service by the Duke- to escort them as they attempted their boldest move yet: to win the support of the province of Kretos, the last step before the rebellion would shift into more open terms.
  Unfortunately, their plot was found out: the Empire had discovered their movements towards Kretos and sent a detachment to apprehend them. Though Alec and the mercenaries would subdue the Empire's squadron, the sudden developments forced Alec to accompany the mercenaries into the mainland while Matilda would go on to rally support elsewhere.
  While accompanying the mercenaries, Alec attempted to establish his informant network within the Empire proper, with only mixed success. All the while, he had slowly begun to open up towards trusting the mercenaries, especially a particular Pegasus Knight of Kretos who had joined them on their excursion. However, after many investigations made, threads pulled, and enemies dispatched, Mireos's rebellion had failed, and the mercenaries were left on their own. However, a curious detail had surfaced: two of the mercenaries had been discovered to have direct blood relations with the Emperor's line, giving them appropriate claim to the throne. Amassing a handful of allies within the Empire's inner circle, the group launches a final, desperate ploy to overthrow the Emperor and install their companion on the throne. A ploy that would, despite great loss, succeed.

  As the new regime took hold, Alec took the mantle of the Empire's Spymaster, its previous incumbent having been killed during the coup. Newly wed with his wife, Ciera Zephyr, he vowed to make the world a safer place. One where he and his wife could live peacefully and take care of the orphaned.
  But first came the transition. And the transition was fraught with danger. Many maneuvers happened on a near-weekly basis against the new regent, whether they be from unhappy lords of other regions, or from remnants of the previous Emperor's circle. Alec worked tirelessly, employing every trick in the book and leaning on the help of his mercenary friends to influence and pressure the politics of the land to give the new regent space to implement their policies.
  Though filled with vigor and purpose for once in his life, the new environment took a toll on Alec. A year had passed since he had begun his work, and it was not about to end. And yet, taking a rare moment of rest at his desk surrounded by his old notes and musical research, when he next woke, his eyes wouldn't recognize any familiar scene before him...

[IamanElfCollaborator]

Spoiler: Branwen ap Pwyll (click to show/hide)

Name: Branwen ap Pwyll
Class: Rider Trainee -> Pegasus Rider -> Valkyrie -> Seraph
Character Specific Skill: Ignis
Affinity: Anima
Personal Fault: Fear The Voice In The Dark: If Branwen is damaged by Dark Magic, halved EVA until her next turn.
Personal Skill: Come Spread Your Wings: Beneath 50% HP, +2 AS.
Personal Skill: Dark Wings, Dark Words:  Against Shamans and their promotions, +2 DMG.
//Personal Skill: Finally I Fly: If an ally is downed within two spaces of Branwen, +10 CRIT until the end of the phase.

Special: Anti-Magic, Canto/Dismount

Preferred Stats: SPD, RES

Weapon Profs: Pierce (C), Lance (D)

Total Level: -
Level/Tier: -

Initial Stats:
HP: 18 (50%)
STR: 4 (60%) +1
MAG: 0 (55%) +2
SKL: 5 (50%) +1
LCK: 3 (10%)
DEF: 2 (10%)
RES: 5 (50%)
SPD: 6 (50%)

CON: 7
AID: 6
MOV: 5

Promotion to Valkyrie: +2 HP, +1 STR, +2 MAG, +2 SKL, +3 RES, +3 SPD, +2 CON/AID, +1 MOV, +5% SKL

Bio:
The Donnar are simply one of the tribes that lives upon the planet of Jaiep. Just as the other tribes of Jaiep live their lives, they move with the islands and leave with the waning tides of life. The Donnar live off the "land" (so to speak) following their prey under the guidance of the shamans, powerful diviners rumoured to possess the power of clairvoyance in regards to the movement of the lands and the tides of magic. Pwyll ap Lleu was the shaman of the Donnar years ago, guiding his tribe to greener pastures time and time again, bringing food, furs and resources to his people through successful and fruitful hunts. The hunts attributed to Pwyll were sung into legend, and Pwyll's name was whispered in the same breath as the gods of the world among the other tribes of Jaiep, hailing him as some sort of god-blessed seer, sent by the heavens to show favour for the Donnar by granting them bountiful hunts. In reality, Pwyll, like his father, was simply a talented astronomer and navigator, able to track the movement of the stars and the winds to easily follow the movement of the herds for the Donnar to hunt; to those unaware of the divination methods of shamans, this seemed like magic, and was effectively magic.

Among those who looked up to Pwyll was his daughter, Branwen. Groomed from a young age to be the successor to Pwyll as the shaman of the tribe, Branwen proved to be a skilled shaman in her own right in divination and hunting alike, even exceeding her father in the art of healing, which Branwen put to use both healing the wounded and healing the tribe's animals used for hunting. The latter managed to net her the affection of a giant raven, now named Cliona, which she eventually tamed and put to use as a mount to ride, soaring out around the world to lead hunts for her tribe. Like her father, she showed a talent for astronomy and navigation, the stars and winds being to Branwen like the back of her hand. Despite her skills, however, Branwen always believed that her father was the best she'd ever known; after all, Pwyll had taught her everything, and if Pwyll had not, then Branwen could never hope to be a shaman, let alone one remotely lke her father. She adored her father, and Pwyll adored her as a father ought to adore his daughter; there was no rivalry to be found, though others said otherwise, suggesting that Branwen was jealous of Pwyll, eager to succeed him as shaman. He was, after all, getting on in age; some looked to Branwen to succeed him, others saw her as hoping for his death, hoping she might prove her worth at long last.

It came as a shock to most that Pwyll rather suddenly died from a sudden and painful illness, especially among the Donnar. Branwen was affected the hardest; she grieved for the loss of her father. The rumours that she sought to take her father's role reached fever pitch and a faction of the Donnar, irked that they had lost the insight of Pwyll's guidance, had the gall to accuse Branwen of poisoning her father, driving the young woman to to fighting a man who had accused her of murdering her father to become the shaman, out of sheer rage and indignation that someone would accuse her of killing her own blood. Eventually, she was forced to isolate herself for a while from the tribe, partially out of fear that there may well have been a civil war due to Branwen attacking another member of the tribe. Solmenly, Branwen entered the wild on her own, during which she honed her skills and trained herself, attempting to become a worthy successor to the hefty legacy she was left with. After a long period of calming down and contemplation, she eventually recovered to take her role as the shaman of the Donnar, the rumours having faded sufficiently and no shaman having proven capable as either Branwen or Pwyll. Her tenure as shaman of the Donnar had led the tribe to a time of fruitfulness and great bounty.

.....Or, at least, it seemed so for a while.

The hunts began to become less and less fruitful; less animals, and those that they found were smaller than usual. The Donnar were not alone; many of the tribes living on the islands of Jaiep had convened meetings with others, as the shamans began to realise that the winds and the stars were dying out, and nature itself was seeming to wane. The world was changing for the worse, and the mystical Gates, portals to other worlds, seemed to contain the answer to the problem. The tribes of Jaiep met to elect a candidate to investigate the Gates, to seek answers from the magic of other worlds, to save Jaiep from the destruction that seemed inevitable. After a long discussion, the tribes of Jaiep elected the Donnar's candidate, Branwen, to pass through the Gates, seek magical expertise or even powerful magicks in and of themselves to restore life on Jaiep to that they had been accustomed to. The end of that quest is shrouded in mystery; it is not known whether Branwen succeeded or not in her search to save Jaiep from catastrophe. It is, however, known that Branwen is one of the scant few heroes among the many the Nexus can call upon who has ever had experience with travel to other worlds beyond her own; her company had been drawn from all over Tardore; from Ssistyl, land of the demihumans, Branwen's home of Jaiep, the knightly Anstante, the dark, fiery Sielon and icy, damned Tangur.

Given her experiences, it seems logical, then, that Branwen was summoned to fight once more, to a world far beyond Tardore. Unable to bring even her faithful Cliona, Branwen found herself, yet again, in a world not her own, to solve problems that threatened many different worlds.

[Praefectus Screptum]

Spoiler: Otiros Dryadson, the Demon Knight (click to show/hide)

Name: Otiros Dryadson
Class: Archer->Sniper->Marskman
Character Specific Skill: Fortune
Affinity: Wind
Personal Fault: Brother in Arms: -2 damage against archer and promotions.
Personal Skill: Military Sniping: +2 base damage against melee units.
Personal Skill: Attack Formation: +10 Hit and Evasion when nearby 3 allies (3 tile range).
Personal Skill: Lethal Range: +10 Critical at melee range.
Preferred Stats: SKL, DEF
 
Class Skills: Ballistician, Overwatch
 
Weapon Profs: Bows (D), Crossbows (C)
 
Level: 1
Total Level: 1
 
Progression Spent:  335/335%
 
HP:  20 (70%)
STR: 5 (10%)
MAG: 1 (-)
SKL: 6 (60%)
CON: 7
AID: 6
LUK: 2 (10%)
DEF: 4 (60%)
RES: 2 (60%)
SPD: 7 (65%)
MOV: 5
 
+2 SPD, +1 DEF, +1 RES.
Promotion to Sniper: +3 HP, +2 STR, +3 SKL, +3 DEF, +4 CON/AID, 6 MOV. +5% SKL
--
Level ups:
 
Current Stats:
HP:  20 (70%)
STR: 5 (10%)
MAG: 1 (-)
SKL: 6 (60%)
CON: 7
AID: 6
LUK: 2 (10%)
DEF: 4 (60%)
RES: 2 (60%)
SPD: 7 (65%)
MOV: 5
 
Supports:
 
Inventory:
 
 
Bio: As many regulars soldiers of Durhiel, Otiros had the dream of joining the castle's elite guard after becoming a powerful and effective archer. It was a long path to the top, so instead of staying around and sticking to the basic everyday drills, the soldier decided to resort to another way to get stronger faster: combat experience.
 
While he could rightfully be considered reckless or even insane due to the single-minded pursuit of his final objective, he would if asked promptly say he was ready and willing to risk his life if that was needed to make him an useful defender of the kingdom of Durhiel.
==
    The long journey Otiros had to go through while guarding Diana which eventually ended in a showdown with a dragon was something of the past now. The crossbowman rose through the ranks, from being just another soldier sent to assist the future queen, to Durhiel's greatest general, using what he'd learned during those rough times to make sure every soldier under his command was as effective as possible. This intense training was to prepare them both physically and mentally, with the intention of creating a corps of professional soldiers that wouldn't struggle under any sort of pressure. During these new times, Otiros finally revealed a secret he'd kept through all of those adventures, even from his liege; that the Iron Soldier happened to far more iron than initially thought. A dullahan; a creature mostly composed of elemental energy, an unstable entity without a proper body, consequently they forge armors both as a method of protection and gain a proper body.
    Thankfully the revelation wasn't something that affected his leadership, since being a powerful and living set of armor drew in many curious recruits.  Spending more time behind the walls training new soldiers to fight still wasn't enough to keep him from heading to the battlefield whenever necessary. Whenever something or someone threatened the kingdom, Otiros was always ready to lead the soldiers in the front lines, inspiring through example and adversity. The necessity of forging a new armor didn't go unnoticed and Diana and Ursa provided him with a more resilient material to create a new set to his liking—and perhaps make him stand out a bit more considering the uncommon color the metal carried.
      As soon as he had more experienced troops under his leadership, Otiros also took it upon himself to patrol Durhiel, both to enforce the law and to strengthen the defense of vulnerable areas of Durhiel, be they subject to either external or internal aggression. Thanks to his armor, inhuman nature and obstinacy, he was crested the Demon Knight in recognition of his service. While it sounded intimidating for a figure tasked with drilling the troops and watching over the kingdom, Otiros was proud to carry it.

[Naturegirl1999]

Can a player who hasn’t played yet join?

[Blade Master Model 42]

Can a player who hasn’t played yet join?

I don't have a hard rule against it, but legacy characters are getting preferred treatment over new ones because of the reasons for which I'm running the game.

[Naturegirl1999]

Ok. I will watch then

[Powder Miner]

Spoiler: Alexander Jorinn, the Original Tank (click to show/hide)

Name: Alexander Jorinn
Class: Knight->General->Marshall
Character Specific Skill: Guard
Affinity: Light
Personal Fault: Damn Siege Mages Sapping My Strength Again: If Alexander is suffering from a condition, he gets -15 evade.
Personal Skill: Twenty Years Stalwart: If Alexander doesn’t move this round, -10 to enemy critical this round.
Personal Skill: Dedicated To Friends, not Kingdom: If Alexander is within three spaces of three allied units, he gets +2 Defense.
Personal Skill: Resolute in the Face of Apocalypse: If Alexander is within three spaces of three enemy units, he gets +2 Resistance.
Preferred Stats: Defense, Health
Prof. Weapons: Pierce (C) Lance (D)
Level: 1
Total Level: 1
Progression spent: 335%
HP: 22 (95%)
STR: 5 (50%)
MAG: 0 (0%)
SKL: 3 (50%)
CON: 9
AID: 8
LCK: 1 (30%)
DEF: 9(+2) (60%)
RES: 1(+2) (40%)
SPD: 2 (10%)
MOV: 4
Bio: A knight taking pride in his heritage and his service to Kesselring- where he was born and raised- Alexander is happy to follow orders- and happier to follow friends. During a conflict, Alexander lost his teacher: something that left him with a bit of survivor’s guilt, and a further dedication to protect his allies, his comrades, and his friends.

...

...or, at least, that's how he was. Journeying with the crew sent to find the Kesselring Dragonstone for Prixima Kesselring -- and then turning against her as her evil was revealed, fighting his way through armies he used to fight alongside, protecting and making friends with a new set of allies, and ultimately helping to defeat the Kesselring ruler and end her ambitions. His own country turning against him provoked a crisis about what it meant to be loyal, worries ultimately soothed through his friendship with Salvatore Vaughn, a friendship that --along with fighting alongside Berebian forces-- put to rest the mistrust of Berebians that had been the result of the death of his mentor Lance, helping to finally soothe the angst and torment that had defined much of Alex's life. The war with Prixima Kesselring had rounded out Alexander's sharp edges

And then the war was over. Alexander didn't have a war to fight anymore, and the dedication to his friends through combat and protection ultimately no longer became a purpose for him to lean on. However, he had a new one to turn to: he had found perhaps unlikely love in the form of Anja during the war, dancer and vendor of fraudulent goods, and afterwards she became his wife, bearing him no fewer than thirteen children, twelve daughters and one unfortunate youngest son. In the years that followed, despite dabbling in Anja's interests, such as a brief stint in theatre, Alex primarily found his purpose in the safeguarding and guidance of his children -- and being a father further helped impart upon Alexander a maturity and poise that he had often lacked in his younger years, for all his might.

Alexander stood ready to pick up his hammer and shield once more should it become necessary, but it would take decades until he did so for real, years and years of peacefully raising his children abruptly leading into the chaos of the Magic Wars and the formidable but likely ill-fated force that was Alex's Legion, Alexander and his family fighting through apocalyptic battlefields.

Still, before that, it seemed one other strange task was before him.

[Taricus]

Spoiler: Sara, She who rides once more (click to show/hide)

Name: Sara
Class: Rider Trainee -> Wyvern Rider -> Wyvern Knight -> Dragon Knight
Character Specific Skill: Nullify (Bows)
Personal Fault: Fast Metabolism. If poisoned, Sara takes an extra two damage per round while it is still in effect
Personal Skill 1: Aggression: If within three spaces of an enemy, AS is increased by 2
-Personal Skill 2: Predator: While over 50% HP, +1 MOV
--Personal Skill 3: Destroyer: +2 base damage while wielding a weapon from the polearms subcategory.

Special: Wyvern, Canto/Dismount
Preferred Stats: DEF, STR
Weapon Profs: Polearms (C), Lances (D)

Progression Spent: 335%

Initial Stats:
HP: 22 (60%) +1
STR: 05 (60%)
MAG: 00 (00%)
SKL: 04 (70%)
LCK: 01 (20%) +1
DEF: 06 (50%)
RES: 00 (20%) +1
SPD: 03 (55%)

MOV 05 (6 When mounted)
CON 09 +1
AID 08 (25 When Mounted)

Bio: A slain soul called upon from death to serve and fight once more. Lacking memories of a previous life, other than that it existed, and summoned forth to fight a new foe. With death itself somehow given pause, Sara does the one she was called upon to do; the one thing she knows how to do beyond a shadow of any doubt or memory.

The only thing she can remember.

To fight.

[Sirus]

Spoiler: The monocle lives again (click to show/hide)

Name: Gregor von Hexham
Class: Soldier Trainee -> Soldier -> Sentinel -> Spartan
Character Specific Skill: Daunt
Affinity: TBD (probably his old affinity, Thunder)
Personal Fault: This Armor is Heavy!: If the character uses all of his MOV in the round, -15 Evasion as he struggles to catch his breath.
Personal Skill: Hold the Line!: If the character has not moved this round, +3 DEF.
Personal Skill: Sworn Protector: If Gregor is within 3 squares of at least 2 enemy units, Support Bonuses increased by 50%
>Personal Skill: Avenger: If an ally is reduced to 0 HP, Crit +10

Class Skill: Anti-Cavalry
 
Preferred stats: SKL, DEF
 
Weapon profs: Pier (C), Lances (D)

Progression spent: 335%
 
HP: 22 (60%) +1
STR: 5 (50%)
MAG: 0 (00%)
SKL: 5 (50%)
CON: 8
AID: 7
LCK: 1 (30%) +1
DEF: 5 (60%)
RES: 0 (30%) +2
SPD: 4 (55%)
MOV: 5

Bio: The fourth child of a gruff and unimaginative Master-at-Arms in the Menelean Army, Gregor tended to be looked over in favor of his older brothers. Thus, he spent a lot of his youth in his books, poring over stories of faraway lands. Gregor ended up following in his family's footsteps, though he always dreamed of a chance to actually see those lands for once.

While Gregor is no mage, scholarship and the magic arts fascinate him and he always takes the opportunity to chat with the Royal Mages or swap ideas with wise men. As a result, his brothers deride him as a "bookworm" while his father openly wonders if Gregor could truly be his own son. Indeed, the only reason they tolerate Gregor is because he's as dedicated a soldier as anyone can ask for when he's on duty.

Gregor went on a number of adventures with his companions in order to foil the Lady Prixima's plans involving dragon stones, and emerged as de facto leader of the group. The young nobleman eventually found himself in battle against Prixima herself, and while he did not strike the killing blow he was there "in the death". He was also there when Prixima's lab exploded. The last thing he knew before consciousness failed was being buried in rubble...

[Furtuka]

POSTING TO HELP REMIND MYSELF TO SUBMIT

[Dwarmin]

Still trying to complete her painting.

"An artist never sleeps...while her work remains unfinished..."

Spoiler: Iris, The Artist of the Abyss (click to show/hide)

Name: Iris
Class: Dark Trainee-->Scholar-->Virtuoso-->Maestro
Character Specific Skill: Sol (Burn through the chaff...and harvest what remains.)
Affinity: Archeus (Thunder) (One of the True Kings, and the sign Iris was born under...now lost...perhaps slain by her own hands.)
Personal Fault: Darkened Soul : If Iris is under 50% HP, -2 DMG
...A dim soul is a fragile thing, flickering on the edge of dissolution. A single breath could end her...or a stronger soul consume her...and a spirit never extinguished retains the fuel of life more headily than one blown out and lit again through the most dark of means.
 
Personal Skill: Spirit Dregs: If the target is over 50% HP, Iris has a +5% of triggering (Sol) until her next turn
...One who has felt the bitter edge of spiritual annihilation, is much like one who has starved. They have lost something precious. They no longer have the peace of mind that comes from a world of plenty-and only foresee the future lack to come...deep down, those who grow hungry enough, will always remain hungry...and are able to perceive with a predators eye, any means of satiation.

//Personal Skill: Estus Vitalem: If a supported ally is attacked in the enemy phase, she has +50% support bonuses until her next turn.
...In Truskhang, the newly dead carry powerful healing items known as Estus Flasks. These precious receptacles hoard the warmth of life, staving off the dissolution of purpose which inevitably leads to undead hollowing. Iris no longer has her flask it seems, and may no longer be one of the dead-but-dreaming, but she seems to have inherited the ability to hoard life energy in the purpose of waxing her own spirit in times of desperate need.

////Personal Skill: The Composition of a New World: When triggering Maestros Return Magic, recover 5 HP.
...As she approaches the culmination of her work, the colors begin to return...and life with it, in joy and terror. Just over the horizon might be her ultimate achievement...she just requires a bit more inspiration to make the final push. A bit more blood, if you please.
 
Preferred stats: Skill, Magic
 
Weapon profs: Dark (E)
 
Level: 1 (0/100)
Total Level: 1
 
Progression spent: 335%/335%
 
HP: 19 (75%)
STR: 0 (0%)
MAG: 6 (50%)
SKL: 7 (50%)
CON: 7 (+0)
AID: 6 (+0)
LUK: 1 (50%)
DEF: 1 (10%)
RES: 6 (50%) (+2)
SPD: 7 (50%) (+2)
MOV: 5

Bio: The Monarchs fall silent, the Fire fades, Kings abandon their thrones-whatever words you use for it, the world was coming to an End. There were some who looked for a path beyond that world, however...

Iris was born of no particular rank-sole child of a pair of bakers-and eventually, she found her calling, and became an artist of some repute. In those times, a painter could live comfortably at the pleasant demands of the nobility. And she lived comfortably, indeed. Her brushwork, impeccable. Her style, vigorous-full of broad strokes, vibrant colors, daring arcs. Her subtle touch imbued with wild, unpracticed magic, bringing her worlds to chaotic, colorful life. She captured other worlds on her canvas, tended them, and made them bloom for others to see. Iris made a sum of wealth, and knew people great and small, and was considered a master of her art. Iris had a life, doing what she loved.

...

And, the Darkness comes on, as it always will, and the colors wash out-and everything fades into slumber. They didn't need painters anymore. They didn't need her. An empty penthouse, at the top of an empty city, in front of a dying fire. She considered what to do, the morning the mark appeared on her arm. Wondering at the cold, creeping up her spine.

Being who she is, she decided to make a new world. A better one. She would paint a new world, the real world, and leave the old and broken one behind. A perfect world, with all sins forgiven, and all things renewed-forever and forevermore, amen.

Iris picked up her brush, and looked at the blank easel. Hesitant marks, unclear and without purpose. Where do you begin? Where did the Gods begin? With Light? ...No. It all begins, and ends, in darkness...she remembers her lessons. Always use the right pigments. Color is important as technique. The principle of the matter is dedication. You must be willing to take a task all the way to it's conclusion. She takes a sharpened painters knife, and applies it to her own skin. Her blood comes out black.

Perfect.

She passed out and died, for the first time, before she was quite finished the outline of the distant mountains, under a newly darkened sky.

...

The woman known as Iris traveled to the Land of True Kings, looking for the right pigments and techniques to finish her masterpiece-that perfect world, she often dreams of, if the newly dead can be said to still dream. It is an amusing irony, she considered, that at the height of her craft she was forced to start over again, learning new ways, and imagining new things, finding the new colors that stood out best in that cold, hollowed out world. There were the critics, of course. Still-rude, clumsy things, with no appreciation for art and beauty. Little better than potters clay, unformed and crude. Yet, they had a use. She made them take her to the very edge of dissolution, and in that precipice she has found the perfection she needed to finish, the absolute moment of certainty between the two extreme points of life and death. She is nothing if not a master artist, and now her brushwork must incorporate crude, forceful strokes of combat, and jagged, frightful lines of violence-but, yes, she will persist until it is done.

It must be perfect. The world she is to create must be without error, or the cycle of briefly flaring flame and ever-quenching shadow will repeat, over and yet over again...it must be without flaw, and she must be perfect, if she is to create a better world, one beyond light and dark.

Maybe it was there, where she could have finally found the perfect place to finish...or perhaps become the person who could have finished it...maybe a touch of Godsblood in the azure paint, would have let her finally fill in the stars of her strange new sky...

But.

Iris yet remained unfulfilled, her dreams unspent. Her perfect world is still to be completed. Perhaps there was no victory in that other world. Perhaps she succeeded in finding Godhood, but nevertheless found her work was not yet complete, and walked away rather than perpetuate another rotation of a flawed cycle. All that is true is that the one walks the realms now has a singular artistic passion not yet quenched...if Iris retains anything, its a consuming desire-the one solidity that allowed her to retain her self in the darkest of days...

The

work

is

not

done.

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