Raikō
Established
Roleplay posts: 29
Physical Description: Raiko’s typical appearance is a set of close-fitting robes under a deep-hooded cloak. Her garments are pure midnight black, all overrun with electric blue lines. The arrangement of the lines is vaguely reminiscent of a pattern, but none is obvious. On close study, it seems almost as if it took pains not to be a pattern. The lines glow faintly, a fact only evident in near-total darkness. In the dark void of her hood, a single thick band of blue glows, even in the daylight.
In combat, she wears a heavy, angular set of black armor. The eye-slit of her visor glows with the same unholy blue residing under her hood.
Registered: Dec 8, 2015 17:40:58 GMT -8
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Post by Raikō on Mar 2, 2016 20:23:21 GMT -8
Raiko rounds the table, and takes a hold of his arm with her right hand. Her left traces the runes, a tiny, inquisitive spark of magic flickering in her fingertips. "Standard, if somewhat uncommon alphabet, relatively modern phrasing" she mutters rapidly to herself. "Lysander's fifth and seventh Leo sequences, conjoined with the Unairu codex, second through fourth precepts, alternate form. An unusual, if effective combination."
The spark of magic grows more probing, like a static shock at the point of contact, before breaking off entirely as Raiko freezes. "They didn't." Another jolt. "A soul inscription, anchored by scarification. By the Goddess, was the person who put these on you trying to drive you insane?"
She relinquishes her hold on his arm, and crosses her arms in thought. "Still, I have to admit, it is an exceptionally effective way to bind combat runes, if an equally dangerous one. You were lucky to survive with your sanity intact, but I have little doubt you've already realized that."
She returns to her chair, her previous sullenness gone in the face of new problems to solve. "I'll need to transcribe your entire runic system, to ensure there isn't any feedback between the weapons I give you and your preexisting effects, and perform some evaluations of your mana capacity, but I do believe I can deliver some items that will meet your specifications. They will not come cheaply, however."
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Alden Marshal
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,420 
Age: 30
Physical Description: Alden is 6 even, with shoulder length messy black hair, and several days worth of beard stubble. He is handsome, with a powerful jaw, mid set cheek bones, and a perpetual grin that makes him seem younger than he really is. His bright green eyes, constantly sparkle with barely contained mirth. He has the lithe well muscled body of a swordsmen, and he moves with considerable grace and dexterity.
If one where to take more thorough examination of Alden's eyes they may notice a further detail. Around the outside edge of his iris's there's an intricate series of minuscule grey runes.
Alden rarely removes his shirt, but should someone see him with it off, they would find his body to be covered in scar tissue. Starting from just below his neckline, there is very little space that does not sport some relic of a past injury. A particularly observant person may also note that among these scars, some are a bright scarlet. These scarlet scars form an intricate series of runes hiding among the others.
Those of a more magical bent may be able to decipher the runes in his eyes and on his skin. Identifying them as sigils more commonly found on magical items. The most obvious effect of the runes on his body, are increased speed, strength, and durability.
The runes on his eyes give him the ability to detect magical auras and residue, as well as allowing him to see through low level illusions and glamours. They also maintain his vision regardless of the current light level, and even if there is a sudden shift. His eyes are also capable of dropping into the infrared spectrum in complete darkness.
The rune work on his body enhances his natural strength, speed, endurance, durability, and reflexes to almost super human levels. The effects make him a formidable opponent for most magical creatures though only because they are supplemented by exceptional skill.
This means that all though he is almost super human in a straight contest of strength or speed he would most likely loose to most other magically enhanced humanoids such as vampires or were wolves.
Alden's runes also greatly increase his healing rate allowing him to recover from injuries that would normally take a few months for a person to recover from in a few short weeks. Not only do Alden's runes accelerate healing they also enhance it. A normal persons body will repair itself until it is functioning again then stop, thanks to the runes Alden's body will continues to fix itself until it is in near perfect condition. His healing abilities enhance his already prodigious stamina as it repairs muscle damage and lactic build up and it also increases longevity as he does not accumulate long term damage as most people do.
Finally his body runes provide protection from people attempts to find him magically. Detection spells will be obfuscated their readings on his location being off by about 20 meters. Long distance scrying and tracking spells are only able to narrow down his area to somewhere within a mile radius. It should be noted that these protections can be overcome by someone with sufficient power or ingenuity.
His runes cannot be removed unless they are cut off of his body using an appropriate ritual knife and magic. If the runes are disrupted in any other way they will simply grow back in a few weeks time.
The final thing that only someone versed in rune craft and enchanting would be able to tell is this: The process of these runes being carved into his bodies would have been unbelievably painful. A normal person would have been driven insane or to suicide if they had this happen to them. During the carving process un-directed magical energies would begin to take hold and tear apart your soul. The pain this would not cease until the rune pattern was completed. This means the pain caused would be on a spiritual and physical level of incredible magnitude.
Clothes and Equipment: Read this post for equipment update: http://thefantasysandbox.boards.net/post/27933
A re-paired and enchanted grey cloak, leather armor, twin short swords, bag of candy, full water skin, a few days worth of travel rations, enchanted leather boots, and a brace of throwing knives.
Player's online availability : On and off during the day, more active during evenings (EST)
Registered: Oct 30, 2015 14:59:43 GMT -8
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Post by Alden Marshal on Mar 2, 2016 22:05:23 GMT -8
"The person who put these on me, was trying to make a weapon. He succeeded, well at least until I turned into a monster."
Alden say's this calmly, as though commenting on the weather. Or at least that's what it seems like. If Raikō sees his eyes as he says this, she would see the rage. A controlled rage perhaps, but it is deep and terrible. It is the kind of anger that would set the world afire, just to see one person suffer. Once again shrugging his shoulders, Alden acquiesce to what he perceives as her demand. He stands up, taking off his cloak, his boots, shirt, and pants. He folds his clothing neatly and setting it on a chair.
Alden stands naked, unfazed by the sudden chill. His body is lithe, but possess the perfect musculature of a well trained swordsmen. If his circumstances were different, than perhaps his body might be considered attractive. Unfortunately his body is marred, it is a lving testament to his suffering. Below his neck, there is not a single inch of his body that does not have some kind of scar. Thin silver scars from whips, ugly puckered white scars from stab wounds, faded red scars from burns, and so many more. The ones that draw the eye though, are the raised red scars that form the patterns of his runes. He raises a hand, pointing at his eyes.
"There are also runes, around the outside edge of my iris."
If Raikō examines Alden's eyes closely, she would see the little black lines. There are four sets of runes, around the outside edge of his iris. First are the runes for modular vision, which instantly adapting and enhancing his eyesight. He could walk through a pitch black room, and see it as though it was in full daylight. If there was a sudden bright flash, he would be unfazed. Second are the runes for detecting magiical residue. Seeing not only if some has magic, but also where magic used to be present. Third are the reflex runes, boosting his reaction to inhuman levels. Fourth and finally are the runes that allow him to pierce through low level illusions.
Raikō had already seen the runes on Alden's right arm, and his left mirrors it perfectly. The runes running up his legs, are similar, though with added runes boosting his speed. What is more interesting are the runes on his chest and back. The runes on his arms and legs, were expertly done and showed an advanced understanding of runecraft. The runes on his body though... They were the work of a true master, and a true monster. The runes for increased stamina, are a bit run of the mill, except they cross interestingly with the healing runes. The two sets of runes combine, meaning that he not only heals faster, but also completely. His body does not cease repairing damage, until it is perfect again. Alden will not carry accumulated damage. He will never suffer from aches and pains, from old injuries. Indeed he wouldn't even have any scars, except whoever carved the runes left a deliberate exclusion for Alden's skin.
There are also runes of obfuscation. Designed to throw off magical attempts to detect Alden. These are actually quite cleverly designed. Instead of flat out blocking, attempts the runes deflect them. Someone attempting to find would be able to tell he was there, but they would think he was in an entirely different position.
Ultimately those were the obvious runes, the ones that are easy to decipher. Only a true master would be able to decipher, the rest of what is there. Assuming Raikō is capable, she would discover the following. The first and most disturbing is the soul catch. Alden's entire runic system is tapped into two power sources, first is of course his natural mana well. The second is the soul catch, which is exactly what it sounds like. The assassin was literally, and unknowingly carrying the soul of every victim he killed. Those souls are suspended with a purgatory realm, and when his well runs dry the runes draw from it instead. It was actually brilliant, if appallingly evil. Depending on how many people the young man had killed, he could be sitting on nearly infinite power.
The next set of runes, are for power regulation. Without regulation his runes would immediately draw upon all of his mana, for one massive burst of strength, healing, stamina or what have you. The regulating runes prevent this, as well as keeping a constant flow of mana to some runes, while only providing flow to others when it is needed. Interestingly the regulating runes are tied directly to his main well. This means that the amount of strength flowing into his runes, can be affected by his emotional state. In a completely neutral mood, he would heal four times faster than a normal man, and be about two to three times stronger, faster, and more durable. Feeling a single emotion very strongly would provide a small, but noticeable, increase to these number. Though if he were exerting control over his emotional state, it wouldn't be affected. If he were to feel multiple emotions very strongly though, the amount of power feeding into his runes could be increased exponentially.
What has been done to Alden is equal part monstrous, and brilliant. His entire body is a magical weapon of the highest order. Not only that, but if his scars are any indication he has skills that would make him deadly regardless. The statement that he is a weapon rings true.
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Raikō
Established
Roleplay posts: 29
Physical Description: Raiko’s typical appearance is a set of close-fitting robes under a deep-hooded cloak. Her garments are pure midnight black, all overrun with electric blue lines. The arrangement of the lines is vaguely reminiscent of a pattern, but none is obvious. On close study, it seems almost as if it took pains not to be a pattern. The lines glow faintly, a fact only evident in near-total darkness. In the dark void of her hood, a single thick band of blue glows, even in the daylight.
In combat, she wears a heavy, angular set of black armor. The eye-slit of her visor glows with the same unholy blue residing under her hood.
Registered: Dec 8, 2015 17:40:58 GMT -8
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Post by Raikō on Mar 3, 2016 10:09:45 GMT -8
Raiko pulls a small stone from a pocket inside her cloak, and holds it for a few moments, before replacing it, and beginning to examine Alden's runes. A few minutes later, a cowled Red Sisterhood mage enters the room and deposits an armful of scrolls and a heavy leather bag on the table.
Raiko unfurls a massive scroll, revealing it to be capable of holding a life-size image of a man, and draws a small set of runes on each corner. A small application of mana sticks the parchment firmly to the wall, and she gets to work. The scroll, and an equally massive partner, are both soon filled with diagrams of Alden's runic layout. As she works, Raiko mutters to herself continually. Most of it is arcane technical terminology, interspersed with expressions of incredulity at the ruthlessness of the runescribe, and the occasional off-key verse of a song.
Finished with her transcription, she pulls a pair of loose cotton pants and a long-sleeved cotton shirt from the bag, and tosses them to Alden. "Put these on, I still need to perform some tests."
A stick of white chalk is procured from the bag, and she sketches a magic circle on the floor. A set of three small runic matrices are placed in the circle in appropriate spots, and she indicates to Alden that he should stand in the middle.
She pulls from the bag a leather carrying case. Unrolling it and revealing the contents to be a set of metal pipes, she plucks the first one, a slender thing about the diameter of a finger, from its place, and hands it to Alden. "Crush this flat, if you are able."
She jots down notes on the results, and asks him to repeat the process with successively larger and thicker-walled pipes, until she runs out, or he is unable to deform them.
Several other tests follow, and reams of parchment are covered with her perfectly-formed writing, before she comes to her last procedure. The toolbag produces a straight-edged stone knife. "If you'll permit, I'd like to test your healing runes."
Should he allow it, she makes a small incision approximately an inch long in his left forearm, and observes the healing process. Another cut is made, this time on his back, deliberately deforming a critical section of the healing sequence, before another incision is made on his right forearm.
Once all her tests are completed, Raiko indicates that he can don his clothing again, and ushers him out. "Your gear will be ready in a week or two. Where can I find you, when I've finished it, and how will you be providing payment?"
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Alden Marshal
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,420
Age: 30
Physical Description: Alden is 6 even, with shoulder length messy black hair, and several days worth of beard stubble. He is handsome, with a powerful jaw, mid set cheek bones, and a perpetual grin that makes him seem younger than he really is. His bright green eyes, constantly sparkle with barely contained mirth. He has the lithe well muscled body of a swordsmen, and he moves with considerable grace and dexterity.
If one where to take more thorough examination of Alden's eyes they may notice a further detail. Around the outside edge of his iris's there's an intricate series of minuscule grey runes.
Alden rarely removes his shirt, but should someone see him with it off, they would find his body to be covered in scar tissue. Starting from just below his neckline, there is very little space that does not sport some relic of a past injury. A particularly observant person may also note that among these scars, some are a bright scarlet. These scarlet scars form an intricate series of runes hiding among the others.
Those of a more magical bent may be able to decipher the runes in his eyes and on his skin. Identifying them as sigils more commonly found on magical items. The most obvious effect of the runes on his body, are increased speed, strength, and durability.
The runes on his eyes give him the ability to detect magical auras and residue, as well as allowing him to see through low level illusions and glamours. They also maintain his vision regardless of the current light level, and even if there is a sudden shift. His eyes are also capable of dropping into the infrared spectrum in complete darkness.
The rune work on his body enhances his natural strength, speed, endurance, durability, and reflexes to almost super human levels. The effects make him a formidable opponent for most magical creatures though only because they are supplemented by exceptional skill.
This means that all though he is almost super human in a straight contest of strength or speed he would most likely loose to most other magically enhanced humanoids such as vampires or were wolves.
Alden's runes also greatly increase his healing rate allowing him to recover from injuries that would normally take a few months for a person to recover from in a few short weeks. Not only do Alden's runes accelerate healing they also enhance it. A normal persons body will repair itself until it is functioning again then stop, thanks to the runes Alden's body will continues to fix itself until it is in near perfect condition. His healing abilities enhance his already prodigious stamina as it repairs muscle damage and lactic build up and it also increases longevity as he does not accumulate long term damage as most people do.
Finally his body runes provide protection from people attempts to find him magically. Detection spells will be obfuscated their readings on his location being off by about 20 meters. Long distance scrying and tracking spells are only able to narrow down his area to somewhere within a mile radius. It should be noted that these protections can be overcome by someone with sufficient power or ingenuity.
His runes cannot be removed unless they are cut off of his body using an appropriate ritual knife and magic. If the runes are disrupted in any other way they will simply grow back in a few weeks time.
The final thing that only someone versed in rune craft and enchanting would be able to tell is this: The process of these runes being carved into his bodies would have been unbelievably painful. A normal person would have been driven insane or to suicide if they had this happen to them. During the carving process un-directed magical energies would begin to take hold and tear apart your soul. The pain this would not cease until the rune pattern was completed. This means the pain caused would be on a spiritual and physical level of incredible magnitude.
Clothes and Equipment: Read this post for equipment update: http://thefantasysandbox.boards.net/post/27933
A re-paired and enchanted grey cloak, leather armor, twin short swords, bag of candy, full water skin, a few days worth of travel rations, enchanted leather boots, and a brace of throwing knives.
Player's online availability : On and off during the day, more active during evenings (EST)
Registered: Oct 30, 2015 14:59:43 GMT -8
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Post by Alden Marshal on Mar 3, 2016 10:22:51 GMT -8
Alden obediently follows the instructions Raikō provides. He easily deforms the first set of pipes, though eventually he would begin to struggle. His current strength seems to be close to four times, what a normal person of similar build is capable of. Alden is slightly puzzled by this. His runes normally only made him, a little more than twice as strong. He nods his consent to being cut, and he has no visible reaction to the pain. Deforming the healing runes, has no effect on their efficacy. Thanks to their anchor on his spirit, the runes do not need to be whole to function. Once again in his own clothing, he answers the final questions on his way out.
"Forward the bill to Reese Cresno, at the Midnight Sun in the city. You can also find me, or someone who knows where I am at the bar."
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Raikō
Established
Roleplay posts: 29
Physical Description: Raiko’s typical appearance is a set of close-fitting robes under a deep-hooded cloak. Her garments are pure midnight black, all overrun with electric blue lines. The arrangement of the lines is vaguely reminiscent of a pattern, but none is obvious. On close study, it seems almost as if it took pains not to be a pattern. The lines glow faintly, a fact only evident in near-total darkness. In the dark void of her hood, a single thick band of blue glows, even in the daylight.
In combat, she wears a heavy, angular set of black armor. The eye-slit of her visor glows with the same unholy blue residing under her hood.
Registered: Dec 8, 2015 17:40:58 GMT -8
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Post by Raikō on Mar 4, 2016 12:06:58 GMT -8
Raiko gathers the scrolls and returns her instruments to her bag. Instructing a Black Tower employee to erase the magic circle, she returns to her office in the workshop.
The windowless space is dominated by a huge table in the center, and a large workbench on one wall. A wall of tools hangs above the workbench. Nearly every other square foot of floor space in the workshop is given over to boxes, shelves, bins, and small tables. Small burnt-out runestones spill out of a crate to provide dangerous stumbling blocks. Scrolls and reference books litter every available inch of the secondary table space, and more of their kind populate the shelves and boxes on the floor. One wall is free of shelving, and a narrow path through the debris circumnavigates the office.
Pulling down some half-finished sketches from the bare wall, she pins the large scrolls to the wall again before falling into a studious posture, an impatiently-tapping finger her only movement. Minutes tick by as she stares at the figures, then a low chuckle emanates from under the hood. The chuckle grows to full-fledged incredulous laughter, her body convulsing in hysterics.
Finally, her mirth dies down to chuckles. "A soulscribed Zieman entanglement spiriphagy sequence," she explains, to no one in particular. "Oh, marry me, you beautiful madman! What depths of insanity could possibly conceive of such a harebrained, reckless, marvelous idea? I'm jealous I didn't think of it first!"
She pulls a sword-sized scroll from a bin and spreads it on the central table.
"That certainly gives me more room to work with. I hardly have to worry about sequences fizzling from power feed issues with the souls of the damned fueling my runes. Now, where did I put that treatise on magical metallurgy..."
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
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She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Registered: Sept 12, 2015 8:27:42 GMT -8
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Post by Grandma on Mar 6, 2016 14:35:50 GMT -8
Moving down a long, empty hall, the sound of Grandma's cane on the stone was the only sound to be heard. She was in a part of the tower that few knew existed and even fewer had visited in person. Reaching the end of the hallway, Grandma would place her hands on the massive doors of metal in front of her, each one containing numerous reinforcement runes. After a moment of channeling, the doors would swing open silently, giving not so much as a creak as she continued into the room beyond.
It was a massive cavern of a room, the ceiling impossible to see in the low light. The room was completely empty, except for a number of objects in its center, all placed there for her task at hand. A recently slain lion laid on the floor, however, its body bore no marks of injury. Around the body of the lion were countless runes, painted on the floor in what appeared to be blood.
Although it had taken her long than she thought it would, she was finally prepared to revive Ukufa. Pulling a small silver jar of sorts from her pocket, Grandma would walk to the middle of the inscription, placing it near the lion's body. About ten more of these silver jars were present, but the others were in a circle around the perimeter of the runes. Satisfied everything was in order, Grandma would walk back so she was standing outside the runes, surveying it all one last time before beginning the ritual.
The way she planned to perform it was rather inefficient, but for her, mana was of no concern. Still, she could almost hear horrified comments by the numerous necromancers and liches souls she had taken about the waste of power about to be performed here. An amusing thought, but an irrelevant one nonetheless, she should simply get on with the experiment.
Shedding her human form, Grandma became one of smoke and shadows as she began channeling into the ritual. The blood runes would begin glowing with a scarlet hue as they were fed power, the various jars with souls in them beginning to become linked to the ritual. Once linked, thin, but noticeable lines of energy began flowing from the outer jars into the lion in the middle. The souls in the outside jars were of mages, but she had no need for the majority of their souls, only a small part of it…
As the last of the outside jars were finished giving what she desired from them, she would begin with the main step of the ritual. Focusing on Ukufa’s jar, she would have it opened completely, the ritual guiding his soul into the body of the lion that still laid lifeless on the ground before her. Now that his soul was almost completely in the lion, she must simply give him a boost…
Dark energies would arc from the runes on the floor and into the lion’s body, both finishing the ritual and inscribing runes on the body. After several seconds of this, the energy would recede, leaving the body of the lion changed. Although it still looked like a lion, it would be of a bluish tint and a number of scars that formed runes would be on its skin.
Her form once again becoming that of a human, Grandma would approach the lion to inspect if the ritual was a success.
“Do you life again Ukufa?”
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Ukufila
Committed
Mreoooow...
Roleplay posts: 84
Age: 42
Physical Description: A large, black lion
Registered: Oct 2, 2015 17:33:42 GMT -8
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Post by Ukufila on Mar 6, 2016 21:20:45 GMT -8
"... I... I..." The black lion began to twitch and growl. His paws stretched and tested out his claws. His mouth subtly snarled, struggling to bare teeth. His tail slowly began to wag. He could barely recognize his own voice. It was deep. It felt different. Everything felt different. He felt... fuzzy? "I... feel... alive. I do... indeed... life!" GRAORAWROAR! The lion rolled over and got up on all fours. He took a deep, raspy breath.  "Hakuna matata mother f&#@ers!"All his memories were intact. In his mind he could still sense the emotions he felt from encountering both Lum'Valia the Holy One and Demigrem the Dark One. Such wondrous feelings from them both! In his new state, he felt strong and mighty. But he also had a greater sense of awareness, of everything. It wasn't just his senses that improved, but also his spiritual awareness from having encountered both beings. He also sensed something else, a power which had eluded him in the past. Mana. "It... is strange." He said as he began to take steps forward, strutting around Grandma, but not aggressively. He would make eye contact and then avert his gaze towards the objects used in the ritual, as if in contemplation. "I see you possess both a sense of consideration and a certain amount of wit, to give me this of all bodies!" He chuckled, as much as a lion's vocal chords would accommodate. "But it is strange... after being separated from my body... I felt many things... I saw many things, and because of it I feel more... 'human', than ever before." The lion ceased pacing and looked straight at Grandma. "Though ironically I doubt that is something you could understand!" He chuckled again. |
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
Clothes and Equipment: ---------------------------------------------------------
She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Post by Grandma on Mar 7, 2016 8:37:22 GMT -8
Grandma would nod in satisfaction once she saw the ritual had succeeded. She would study Ukufa as he moved around in his new body, everything seemed to be functioning properly on it…
“I’m glad you like it, I thought a change from a human body would be good for you. Of course, with the proper training, you will be able to take on that of a human once more if you wish. The fact you feel more human after that ordeal… Highly amusing, but it isn’t a particularly shocking fact for me, you did go through a number of very memorable events in that state.”
His last comment seemed to cause Grandma no small amount of amusement.
“I wouldn’t be too sure about that, although I am not human, I would say I understand humans quite well. Infact, more than most humans, although I do admit my knowledge from memories alone still doesn’t give the whole picture. Some parts of being human are simply too illusive for me to capture in this way.”
Grandma would pause for a moment, as if considering something.
“So Ukufa, what do you wish to do next? Are you prepared for my instruction or do you need to get your bearings first?”
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Ukufila
Committed
Mreoooow...
Roleplay posts: 84
Age: 42
Physical Description: A large, black lion
Registered: Oct 2, 2015 17:33:42 GMT -8
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Post by Ukufila on Mar 7, 2016 17:08:58 GMT -8
Ukufa's maw opened a tad and his tongue hung out, the closest he could manage to a smile. "I look forward to your instruction, of course. And do indeed wish to learn how to transform myself. However, I suspect some of my former servants will come looking for me. With your permission, I would like to add them to the roster of your organization. You may find their skills useful."
Ukufa unconsciously began to lick his arm. He then paused, as if suddenly aware of what he was doing. The body of a lion was no easy thing to get used to. "Ahh, how amusing. Thank you for this. From this day forward, I am no longer Ukufa, but Ukufila, not death, but rebirth. I look forward to being your student." He lowered his head, graciously.
Once again he began to lick his paws. "I believe it is time for me to groom. I am also quite hungry, if you would be so kind. The more recently its heart still beat, the better."
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
Clothes and Equipment: ---------------------------------------------------------
She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Post by Grandma on Mar 7, 2016 17:51:46 GMT -8
Grandma would nod at his first request.
“As long as your servants follow the laws of Isra and can stay out of trouble, they are welcome to live in the Black Tower. We still have some empty barracks they can stay in. Once a few things are in order, I shall teach you the magic required for shapeshifting, I think it will be a priority. You can’t very well go around as a lion in most towns or cities, it simply will frighten the population and draw unwanted attention.”
Channeling into one of her runes, the air in front of them would split, a portal leading to the main level of the Black Tower.
“I approve of your new name, although it’s unlikely, we wouldn’t want anyone to connect you to the Ukufa that attacked Gauldin many moons ago. All shall now know of you as Ukufila, starting with the guards here. Before we get started with your training, you should request the guards to take you to some of our livestock. Once you’ve eaten your fill and inquire into if your followers have come looking after you, meet me in my office here and we can begin the training.”
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Ukufila
Committed
Mreoooow...
Roleplay posts: 84
Age: 42
Physical Description: A large, black lion
Registered: Oct 2, 2015 17:33:42 GMT -8
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Post by Ukufila on Mar 7, 2016 18:07:52 GMT -8
"Very well." Ukufila made his way to the guards, wagging his new tail excitedly. (Lions typically wag their tails back and forth when they feel threatened, but Ukufila didn't know that.) He had them take him to the nearest sheep field. As soon as he saw the sheep, he thought to himself what a perfect opportunity to break in the new body.
The poor fluffy bastards never stood a chance...
As he gorged himself on the cute little critter's kidneys, his nose picked up something interesting, something familiar...
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The Budas
Established
Roleplay posts: 17
Physical Description: Ukufa's servants, werehyenas that can transform at will. They possess 3 forms. Human, hyena, and beast, the latter possessing incredible strength and speed.
Registered: Oct 8, 2015 18:55:29 GMT -8
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Post by The Budas on Mar 7, 2016 18:40:08 GMT -8
After asking around and sniffing their noses, they had finally located their master...
Ifeh lead the group towards the entrance. She was in her human form, a statuesque, muscular woman with chocolate skin and dreadlocks. She was most intrigued by the Black Tower and the rumors they had heard of the place. She hoped her plan would work.
The perimeter guards would be greeted by an odd site indeed. The woman, along with several more hulking men and women, a few hyenas, and a very large reptilian creature would be standing there. Every last one of them would have a resume, including the hyenas and the sauropod, which carried them in their mouths.
After a few seconds, a relatively large bat-like creature would also appear from behind the sauropod. For a split second it'd appear the creature had sprouted wings. It fluttered down to join the other hyenas. It had a resume in one of its claws.
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
Clothes and Equipment: ---------------------------------------------------------
She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Registered: Sept 12, 2015 8:27:42 GMT -8
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Post by Grandma on Mar 7, 2016 19:19:22 GMT -8
The guards at the gate had been alerted to the fact such creatures would most likely be arriving soon and for what reason and were prepared to greet them. Opening the main gate, the group would be allowed to enter. A guard who appeared to be in charge of the gate, would approach.
“I’ve been informed why you’ve come here and for what reason. Please follow me and I will take you to your master, Ukufila.”
Motioning for them to follow, the guard, along with several others, would lead the group over to where Ukufila had recently eaten. They hoped he would still be there, if he had wandered off however, a guard would be sent to fetch him.
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Ukufila
Committed
Mreoooow...
Roleplay posts: 84
Age: 42
Physical Description: A large, black lion
Registered: Oct 2, 2015 17:33:42 GMT -8
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Post by Ukufila on Mar 7, 2016 19:53:48 GMT -8
<Since I control the Budas, I'll take control of them for expediency.>
Ukufila was in the process of taking a nap when the guards approached them. It was the lumbering footsteps of the great beast that finally woke him up.
"AH! MY FRIENDS!" The large black lion arose and trotted towards Ifeh and the others, though he would pause when he realized they were recoiling at his presence. Ifeh in particular looked astonished.
"Master... what have they done to you?" Ifeh bent down to examine the creature. She took several large whiffs of his scent, since to her this was almost as important as Ukufila's personal appearance. She would continue to examine him, pet him, poke at his flesh. Finally, she stood right in front of him, crouched down, and look at him in the eyes. She gently touched his cheek and, when she felt safe, closed her eyes in contemplation.
After about a minute, she open her eyes again and looked towards the others. She nodded. "It's him." She turned back towards Ukufila. "You've... consented to this? If you are a prisoner, we can fight these so-called mercenaries-"
"No my child." Ukufila growled. "Please, we have much to discuss." He said as he trotted towards the center of the group. He motioned the guards to leave them in peace for a bit.
It took quite a while for Ukufila to explain everything that had happened to him. He told them of the experience of his soul being extracted, of being freed of Demigrem, of the truths that Lum'Valia had showed him. Ifeh was in awe and total respect of his words, but a few of the other Budas seemed uncomfortable. The creatures were still adjusting to the alien scent of their former master.
"I have changed, to what extend I do not know. But I feel as if I am on a great journey to understand the world. My eyes are open." He looked up at the looming tower, then at the clouds over head. His head was filled with dreams of powers not of this world, of meeting new people and seeing new things. Good, evil, it all fascinated him equally. "You do not have to join me if you do not wish. But if so, please step forward."
Every single member of the party stepped forward. Ifeh spoke. "You gave us a place to belong. You made us feel like family when our own clans and tribes rejected us. And... to be honest, a few of us are pleased in the change in your outlook of the world. Though we still do not trust the outside world, some of us have wondered if there is a better way. Even among us more..." -at this she looked at a particularly vicious looking young male- "inclined to your old ways, still see us as a family. Whether you choose the darkness or the light, we will fight by your side... Ukufila."
Ukufila bowed his head in respect. "Very well. I believe you will find the Black Tower to be a home for many strange and wonderful vagabonds."
One of the other Budas raised his hand. "And what of Purnata, of Demigrem and Raptor Fletcher?"
Ukufila thought for a moment. "Return to Purnata. Tell them of this place and inform them that they are welcome here as my brothers. Tell them they may join Demigrem if they wish, but should they refuse, they may find safety with us. As for this, Raptor..." He snarled. "Do not concern yourself with him for now. I will deal with him myself should he appear. But I doubt that will happen..."
Ukufila would find the void woman and instruct her to give their new "recruits" proper accommodation. He would also ask Grandma if some of his magically inclined servants could join him in his training, and perhaps even tutor him.
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
Clothes and Equipment: ---------------------------------------------------------
She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Registered: Sept 12, 2015 8:27:42 GMT -8
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Post by Grandma on Mar 8, 2016 15:01:00 GMT -8
Grandma would tap her fingers on the desk in front of her as she listened to Ukufila’s request.
“I shall have guards sent out to show your friends to the empty barracks around the tower. With a bit of work, they will be more than suitable to live in. As for joining you in training, I’m afraid that won’t be possible. I’m not willing to train more than just you at the moment and even if I was, it is doubtful they could perform a good deal of the magic I teach. Your body was resurrected in such a way as to increase your affinity towards magic significantly. Even many talented mages would find the magic I teach too taxing on their physical bodies without such alterations.”
Staring off at the far wall, as if in thought, Grandma would then add something else.
“However, perhaps if your people possess a prodigy of a mage… When your training is finished, we could both instruct them. Although it is rare, such cases do exist.”
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Ukufila
Committed
Mreoooow...
Roleplay posts: 84
Age: 42
Physical Description: A large, black lion
Registered: Oct 2, 2015 17:33:42 GMT -8
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Post by Ukufila on Mar 8, 2016 15:26:55 GMT -8
"Very well. I will respect you decision. You may begin training me any time. However, there is one last thing I wish to discuss, something you might be interested in."
He told her about his... project, and made a request for a lab.
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
Clothes and Equipment: ---------------------------------------------------------
She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Registered: Sept 12, 2015 8:27:42 GMT -8
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Post by Grandma on Mar 8, 2016 19:59:11 GMT -8
Grandma’s face took on a look of seriousness as Ukufila explained his project to her. It was quite an interesting proposition… Yes, she would be quite interested in seeing it to completion. There were few things that interested her anymore, however, this project was full of potential.
“Very well, I think it sounds quite interesting. You shall have the Black Towers resources to use in completing this project, so you will of course be given an area to set up a lab in. I will assist you personally in this endeavor, for it will greatly benefit me as well… As for your training, it shall begin soon. I will contact your shortly through this ring when I am ready.”
At the mention of the ring, she would hand him one of the Black Towers magical communication rings.
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Ukufila
Committed
Mreoooow...
Roleplay posts: 84
Age: 42
Physical Description: A large, black lion
Registered: Oct 2, 2015 17:33:42 GMT -8
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Post by Ukufila on Mar 8, 2016 21:15:22 GMT -8
Ukufila bowed gracefully and slipped the ring on one of his claws.
"Thank you. Now if you'll excuse me I will attend to my people and begin researching at once."
The massive lion nodded and left the room.
<Exit>
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Raikō
Established
Roleplay posts: 29
Physical Description: Raiko’s typical appearance is a set of close-fitting robes under a deep-hooded cloak. Her garments are pure midnight black, all overrun with electric blue lines. The arrangement of the lines is vaguely reminiscent of a pattern, but none is obvious. On close study, it seems almost as if it took pains not to be a pattern. The lines glow faintly, a fact only evident in near-total darkness. In the dark void of her hood, a single thick band of blue glows, even in the daylight.
In combat, she wears a heavy, angular set of black armor. The eye-slit of her visor glows with the same unholy blue residing under her hood.
Registered: Dec 8, 2015 17:40:58 GMT -8
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Post by Raikō on Mar 9, 2016 10:05:51 GMT -8
The hour is late, and the night is dark. Raiko hunches over her workbench, white glowing orbs floating above her. A tiny hammer and chisel gouge minuscule runes into the blade of a sturdy-looking sword. A final serif, and her work halts. With a critical eye, she looks over the piece. Finding no defects, she rummages around in a waste bin until she finds a burnt-out runestone. The small stone sails into the air in one piece - the blade flashes, and it descends in two halves. With a satisfied snort, she sets the sword next to another identical blade and a suit of leather armor.
Poking her head into the workshop floor, she accosts the closest acolyte. "Send a message to Alden, at the Midnight Sun. Tell him I have completed his contract, and that he should come here to pick up his equipment." She hands the unfortunate messenger a sealed scroll. "Deliver this to Reese Cresno, at the Midnight Sun. Alden instructed me to bill him."
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Alden Marshal
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,420
Age: 30
Physical Description: Alden is 6 even, with shoulder length messy black hair, and several days worth of beard stubble. He is handsome, with a powerful jaw, mid set cheek bones, and a perpetual grin that makes him seem younger than he really is. His bright green eyes, constantly sparkle with barely contained mirth. He has the lithe well muscled body of a swordsmen, and he moves with considerable grace and dexterity.
If one where to take more thorough examination of Alden's eyes they may notice a further detail. Around the outside edge of his iris's there's an intricate series of minuscule grey runes.
Alden rarely removes his shirt, but should someone see him with it off, they would find his body to be covered in scar tissue. Starting from just below his neckline, there is very little space that does not sport some relic of a past injury. A particularly observant person may also note that among these scars, some are a bright scarlet. These scarlet scars form an intricate series of runes hiding among the others.
Those of a more magical bent may be able to decipher the runes in his eyes and on his skin. Identifying them as sigils more commonly found on magical items. The most obvious effect of the runes on his body, are increased speed, strength, and durability.
The runes on his eyes give him the ability to detect magical auras and residue, as well as allowing him to see through low level illusions and glamours. They also maintain his vision regardless of the current light level, and even if there is a sudden shift. His eyes are also capable of dropping into the infrared spectrum in complete darkness.
The rune work on his body enhances his natural strength, speed, endurance, durability, and reflexes to almost super human levels. The effects make him a formidable opponent for most magical creatures though only because they are supplemented by exceptional skill.
This means that all though he is almost super human in a straight contest of strength or speed he would most likely loose to most other magically enhanced humanoids such as vampires or were wolves.
Alden's runes also greatly increase his healing rate allowing him to recover from injuries that would normally take a few months for a person to recover from in a few short weeks. Not only do Alden's runes accelerate healing they also enhance it. A normal persons body will repair itself until it is functioning again then stop, thanks to the runes Alden's body will continues to fix itself until it is in near perfect condition. His healing abilities enhance his already prodigious stamina as it repairs muscle damage and lactic build up and it also increases longevity as he does not accumulate long term damage as most people do.
Finally his body runes provide protection from people attempts to find him magically. Detection spells will be obfuscated their readings on his location being off by about 20 meters. Long distance scrying and tracking spells are only able to narrow down his area to somewhere within a mile radius. It should be noted that these protections can be overcome by someone with sufficient power or ingenuity.
His runes cannot be removed unless they are cut off of his body using an appropriate ritual knife and magic. If the runes are disrupted in any other way they will simply grow back in a few weeks time.
The final thing that only someone versed in rune craft and enchanting would be able to tell is this: The process of these runes being carved into his bodies would have been unbelievably painful. A normal person would have been driven insane or to suicide if they had this happen to them. During the carving process un-directed magical energies would begin to take hold and tear apart your soul. The pain this would not cease until the rune pattern was completed. This means the pain caused would be on a spiritual and physical level of incredible magnitude.
Clothes and Equipment: Read this post for equipment update: http://thefantasysandbox.boards.net/post/27933
A re-paired and enchanted grey cloak, leather armor, twin short swords, bag of candy, full water skin, a few days worth of travel rations, enchanted leather boots, and a brace of throwing knives.
Player's online availability : On and off during the day, more active during evenings (EST)
Registered: Oct 30, 2015 14:59:43 GMT -8
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Post by Alden Marshal on Mar 9, 2016 12:33:10 GMT -8
Alden once again approaches The Black Tower. He speaks to the guards, advising them he was summoned by Raikō. Assuming they simply escort him to her work space, he will follow. Once inside, he will give the enchanter a chipper smile.
"Hullo! I heard you finished my gear. Thank you for being so swift."
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