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[Ochita]

Urgh... Try to use water magic to not bleed out or anything.

[IronyOwl]

OOC: I should be getting some bonuses now for getting close to the shore even by a little bite. Drzkktizz isn't a complete invalid, he's quite agile.

This is a good point.

Of course, you probably also should have rolled a 3 or higher on one of those three escape/rescue rolls.

[Dave1004]

Hey, IronyOwl. Would it be all right if I made a kind of list of Necromantic spells? The problem is, I only want a list of things in my general ability to cast. Such as that darts spell. Would you be able to give me any pointers or whatnot on how it should work? Right now, it's a major pain in the ass thinking up a spell on the spot. I'm not exactly the most...Imaginative person.

Just a thought.

[IronyOwl]

Well, the real problem is that I still haven't settled on a spell learning mechanic. Once that's in place you might not really need an unofficial spell list.

[Dave1004]

Well, the real problem is that I still haven't settled on a spell learning mechanic. Once that's in place you might not really need an unofficial spell list.

Mm-kay, I'll leave it to you . You should have it kind of like the old Castlevania RTD's reward system...You know, beat a boss, pick a prize. Warriors could get a HP or so boost, and Mages should be able to learn a spell. Learning a spell could make it slightly easier to cast it, rather than doing something random (Like trying to shoot a bullet of water...)

Whatever you do will be fine though. I just don't want to say something like "Bring that dead guy back to life", only to realise that it had a -6 modifier and insta-gibbs me.

[wolfchild]

Get out of the water

[Dave1004]

Get out of the water

Dun...dun...dun..dun..dun..dun..dun dun dun dun

[SeriousConcentrate]

"Oi! You stay the hell back!" Athara yelled at the purple blobby thing as she continued to do what little she could for Ochita.

Yell at the blob to keep it at bay, continuing applying pressure to Ochita's wounds - I don't really have the magic or materials for better care.

(And I'm damn sure not going to try to cast healing spells without a high amount of knowledge/skill because I remember how well that worked the last time I tried to be the medic. >.>)

[Dwarmin]

OOC: Yeah, critical healing fails and hostile summons tend to do most people the most harm in these games.

[SeriousConcentrate]

(Yeah... I know...)

[Tarran]

OOC: Yeah, critical healing fails and hostile summons tend to do most people the most harm in these games.

Oh yes. You and your summons. You and your freaking summons. Don't think I've forgot Staggered Magi RTD.

On another note, signing up for the waiting list because... ehhhh, why not? This seems at least somewhat down my ally, and the waiting list is extremely short. Plus, I thought of joining up, before all the spots were taken. Because I honestly thought it would take ages to empty.

Spoiler: The results of loving half-species, loving dragons, and playing too much Skyrim (click to show/hide)

Name: Pitonous Ross the Swordman. Alternate: Tarran Dur-dukk the Swordman (draconic name). (Main name is human name, draconic name is only spoken by dragons).
Caste: Male Half-Dragon Human.
Major: Longswords/Long Blades (take your pick).
Minor: Fire Magic.
Equipment: Steel Longsword of Major Unbreaking.
Bio: Pitonous is a curious case of inter-species breeding. His existence is subject to wild speculation. But the reasoning that makes the most sense is this:

Pitonous' father was a dragon named "Zal-Sok Dur-dukk" disguised as a human, who had adultery with his mother, named "Onnett Ross". While it may have worked initially, the result of the inter-species adultery was... shocking.

Pitonous is in the general shape of a human, yes, but he is half golden dragon. Most noticeable is his tail--half as long as a normal dragon's tail, but still long. Next most noticeable thing is his left arm: Vaguely human shaped, scaled, five clawed fingers, and something resembling a wing on the underside. Though he is not capable of actual flight since he only has one wing. Pitonous' head is also half draconic: the back of the right side of his head is scaled, and has short spikes protruding backwards. His right eye is yellow--different from his left eye. Both his legs are a morph between dragon legs and human legs: thinner, longer, and stronger than a human leg, with claws, and the increased length of his legs make him slightly taller than he would have been if he was a normal human. His entire back and his chest are also heavily scaled, though few get to see so. Finally, he has the blood of dragons in him, but most of the organs of a human.

As a human, he is a typical white male in appearance. He is decently muscled, agile, and somewhat intelligent. His hair is blond as his dragon scales, and his human eye dark blue.

Pitonous' personality is also half-and-half. The left side of his mind carries a calm, and thinking human personality, his right a powerful, and brutal draconic personality. Whenever put under stress, excited, angered, annoyed, or greedy, his draconic side appears--more as those things increase. As a human, he has a careful, diplomatic, calm, generous, and nice personality. As a dragon, he has a rash, unforgiving, excited, greedy, and potentially mean personality. Usually, the two personalities act as Pitonous in his whole wishes to act, though rarely the two may conflict, where Pitonous finds himself extremely indecisive. Whichever side is dominant can usually be seen by which of his eyes "shine" more: The active personality's eye usually stands out more.

Pitonous, when he was born, shocked his parents. His father was utterly enraged, and his mother was in absolute shock. His father almost put down Pitonous, but his mother managed to convince him to give young Pitonous a chance.

This did not turn out so well. Pitonous was tolerated (barely) by his human father for roughly five years, before his father just couldn't take it anymore, enraged at both the adultery of his wife and the form of his child. He cast them out of his castle, where his mother was forced to work meager jobs. Pitonous suffered in school: many kids treated him poorly, some called him monster, some called him "Goldy boy". Regardless, this severely deteriorated Pitonous' happiness, and by the time he was old enough to get an apprenticeship somewhere he was an emotional wreck.

Worse. When he searched for jobs, all he got were insults and rejections, for two years. Finally, when he was signing up to be a guard, he was rejected and, out of anger, he pulled out the sword of the person who had rejected him and literally decapitated him.

This forced him to flee the kingdom in it's entirety, to wander the wilds. He had kept the sword he had decapitated the man with, and eventually became a decent mercenary. He spent a few years in this state.

Some time later, he decided to start taking jobs from the king of a kingdom. The job: Slay a golden dragon. He had thought it would be a tough fight, but... when he arrived, the dragon instantly recognized and greeted him. It was Pitonous' biological father, Zal-Sok, who had called Pitonous "Tarran" instead. Pitonous was both mildly shocked and half expecting it. Pitonous, after talking to his father for hours and hours for explanations, finally told his father that he had a job to kill him, but could not now that he knew that the dragon was his father. His father, understanding, decided to be easy on his son: He gave his son an unbreakable sword, then flew far, far away to distant lands after allowing his son to take some of his scales. Pitonous returned from the job and consequently became a frequent mercenary for the king.

Fast-forward a few more years, and he gets a strange creature trying to recruit him... He had to leave his shield and armor, sadly, but kept his favorite sword.

His human father is Jaco Ross. His mother, Onnett Ross. His biological father, Zal-Sok. His stepmother, and Anly Ross. Finally, he has a single unrelated (different mothers and different biological fathers, but same "legal" father) younger brother Gannos Ross.

Tribe: A city in a powerful kingdom called Durrain. The city is called Altross. The kingdom follows typical Medieval kingdom government methods and troop setups, though of course with magic included.

Whew! 4827 characters of Bios. Hopefully I will get in in a year or so. I do believe that's the longest one yet in this RTD. Anything unbalanced Irony?

[Tiruin]

Hold on, this still accepts in the waiting list?

Spoiler: *Cheers*, Character Sheet! (click to show/hide)

Name: Fenarel Valarion ,Warden of the Glade

Caste: Male, Elf

Major: Polearms (specifically, spears.) Or just spears.

Minor: Nature magic (Leaning on the Biological side.)

Equipment: Glaive of the Vale: Taller than a normal man and spanning eight feet in height; a light yet deadly weapon with a curved blade. On the hilt is a light etching in silver: "Watcher of the innocent. Defender of the meek."

Bio: Standing at nearly six feet; he has a body suited to that of a sentinel, his skin is light and his hair is brown. His eyes glint with a shade of yellow and he bears a small straight scar on his left cheek. His ears are shaped to that of any ordinary human. His mother was the Head Priest of his village while his father was a Warden, a defender of their home.

His beliefs followed that of his mother, while his acts followed that of his father. In short, he was an empathic person, one that was calm and forgiving, analytical and curious; but when his wrath was aroused, there would be little to calm him down. As such his temper and natural curiosity was the usual cause of an exciting childhood.

When he came of age, he was inducted into the ranks of the Valen Nìr, their name for the village Watch in a broad sense.

Mostly, his early life was normal to say the least. Until "that" day came, an ambush struck the village when it was in dire need, most of its soldiers were stricken by a horrid disease that rotted away flesh and blighted plant life (which did not make them plants though). He was one of the many trained recruits on guard and due to curiosity and boredom, he tried a hint of magic that his mother taught him. Had one tiny word mispelled and a bouquet of snakes appeared. In dealing with them (and not keeping watch), something bad attacked. A being wrought in the cover of shadow that none saw what it truly was.

Needless to say, he forgot his weapon and had to find a new one. The spear of his father lay nearby and the obvious occurred.

Many were slaughtered in the coming battle, due to the nature of his mistake he was forgiven by those who survived (which did not include his parents), but what was once a thriving village was now all lost as their it had been brought to shambles by the thing.Many went their separate ways that day to find greener pastures and a better life on their own.

He traveled the land as a mercenary, selling his blade in protection of others. He alone remembers the very facts of what occurred that day, most of which he would relish to forget. With his father's Glaive in his hand and the oath that he failed etched forever on the handle, he has sworn to keep his promise he made long ago.

Tribe: (Former) member of [name-stricken-out-due-to-guilt]. A small settlement which, as bards say, grew the finest lore keepers and mushrooms.

{Also, I guess it was all in the Bio without me realizing it.}

[Tarran]

Anyway, I guess the waiting list is: Serious Concentrate > adwarf > Tarran > Me.

Serious is already in.

[Dave1004]

*cough*justdoingnothing...*cough*

[IronyOwl]

Right, sorry. Both those characters look fine, no turn expected soon.