outcook

MC Name:

         outcook

Character's Name:

         Sylvin Cerusil

Character's Age:

         75

Character's Race:

         High Elf

What magic(s) will you be learning?

         Fire Evocation

Teacher's MC Name:

         Aces__1

Teacher's RP Name:

         Carallia Maeyr'onn

Do you have a magic(s) you are dropping due to this app? If so, link it:

         N/A

Do you agree to keep Story updated on the status of your magic app?:

         Yes

Are you aware that if this magic is shelved, it will be unavailable to use?

         Yes

Sylvin Cerusil thinks of his lost brother in this moment, knowing he would have missed the continued success of his family. 

Sylvin Cerusil stood overlooking the Cerusil manor from a distant hill, reminiscing of all his memories with his brother - stretching from realm to realm, land to land, era by era. The missive still clutched in his hand, Sylvin grieved, regret weighing heavy on his heart. 

Luther von Draco sits in his room, reading over the entirety of the missive with an occasional slow nod. 

Sylvin Cerusil ponders greatly upon first read of the missive, deciding after long consideration to try his best and attend the festival events. 

MC Name: outcook
Persona name: Sylvin Cerusil
Persona ID: 77803

THE DIVADRI OF CELlA’LIN

“To bleed, to take.”

Published: 9th of Amber Cold, 147 SA

  Tales of Origin

Following the tragedy of Almaris, remnants of a forgotten realm and its identity became scarce and dwindling - its citizens, following the travesties, having divided and scattered across the new continent while straying from their familiar paths. Their unfathomable circumstance incurred upon them scorned their very beings. Yet, to the surprise of many, they persevered in spite of the incessant yearning conscious that implored them to succumb to an array of intangible, yet torturous doubts that had intended to consume them in their entirety. Resembling their ancestors, the people of Celia’lin had not wavered in their resolve. With their devout manner, the Celians pursued the ever so faint whispers the stars bestowed upon them, in which they bore unrelenting devotion, for it was their destined light that would guide them in the seemingly never-ending abyss that was their momentary state of being. It was only thereafter that the citizens of Celia’lin were permitted the sanctity of reuniting once more with those they held dear. In light of this reconciliation, the people found their once renowned valor to be restored in heart, with this they found their believed to be lost spirit seemingly anew. In recourse to this revelation, the Celians began to persist as one through great loss in pursuit of restoring their beloved culture and sense of home so their fellow refugees may rediscover their destiny as fragments of a forgotten land that bears the potential to carry on the legacy of their ancestors, and with great intention to bestow their emblem of stars upon new lands residing in Aevos. Thus, the Protectorate of Celia’lin was formed - and with the rapid growth of their populace, it has become consequently evident that the public is in need of a militia force capable of ensuring safety, enforcing laws, and acting as their shield in times of crisis that may befall them. With the enforcement of Celia’lin’s Lady Protector, Illyria Ibarellan, we are graciously pleased to announce the formal creation of the Divadri - to be led and organized by Mordu’Lar Sylvin Cerusil.

The Divadri

The three main ranks of the Divadri

[Diraar, Parir, and Fiyem respectively]

The Divadri’s true purpose consists of embodying the identity of being not only that of the sword of Celia’lin but its shield as well, for they are the true protectorates amidst times of duress and tranquility and shall place their lives at stake without the likes of plagued hesitance for the sake of their beloved land. The militia in question personifies this ideal with grand consistency and remains an exemplary symbol of unity whilst composed of those deriving from a variety of origins and varying upbringings which are to be embraced as one under the congruence of their blade. The Divadri of Celia’lin have and shall forevermore yield from the likes of prejudice in relation to their valiant warriors as this is a pledge deemed to ignite their comradery until they expel their final breaths and they join their forefathers amongst the stars. By virtue of their unwavering vows, the Divadri’s duty permits their irrefutable ability to secure the prosperity of the subjects whom they shield and serve within Celia’lin. Its guard force is to be recognized and categorized into a mere four ranks to limit congested complexity whilst permitting a large realm of growth for those in service to prevent stagnation within the ranks. The aforementioned positions are as follows:


I. The Fiyem - An initial cadet to the force. They are seen as the youthful among the Divadri and are closely observed with mindful vigilance whilst trained so that they may be honed in the requisite skills needed whilst in service of Celia’lin. The Fiyem are the most common amongst the ranks, making up the majority of the Divadri’s forces.

II. The Diraar - Diraar are considered senior to the Fiyem, having proven themselves through dedication and valiance within their practice permitting them the ability to don the red robes which the Divadri adorn themselves with, as a symbol of their insatiable pride for their realm. Although they are not officers and bear no official or substantial authority over the Fiyem. The Diraaar are often personified as illustrations for the Fiyem to follow, as their experiences serve as an example of the growth they shall incur whilst within the Divadri.

III. The Piraar - The Piraar are senior officers to the likes of the Diraar who have pledged themselves to the banner for a prolonged period of time and have shown their exemplary abilities to be an entity unworthy of doubt among their peers as well as the Mordu’lar. The Piraar are tasked to manage and oversee the soldiers of the Divadri as an aid to the Mordu’Lar in establishing a vigorous sense of command and order among the ranks. 

IV. The Mordu’Lar - Presides as the leader of the Divadri, responsible for carrying out the vision of security Celia’lin requires, whether it be grand or minuscule. The Mordu’Lar ensures promises and enacts the wishes of the Council in their entirety. They act as the appointed protector not only that of the history, but the unforeseen future of Celia’lin whilst presiding as the designated commanding voice of the Protectorate’s authority - trusted to adhere the highest of responsibilities in the representation of the realm’s military prowess. 

Additional Information

If the formation of the Divadri finds even in an ounce of interest in you, and if you have a will to serve the Protectorate at a greater level, then we strongly encourage you to seek out enlistment by contacting one the following superiors within the Divadri:

Mordu’Lar Sylvin Cerusil (Disc: fumi__) (Ign: Outcook)

Lady Protectorate of Celia’lin, Illyria Ibarellan (Disc: sailorbty) (Ign: SailorBTY)

AY’PUERAN;
The Honourable Mordu’lar, Sylvin Cerusil, Councilor in the Protectorate of Celia’lin,

Her Excellency, the Honourable Lady Protector, Illyria Ibarellan, The Phoenix of the Protectorate of Celia’lin,

One Man’s Trash
 

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Nestled within the heart of Talar'nor, the bustling ambiance of a Merchant's Festival promises days of enthralling excitement! This lively gathering strives to bring together a diverse assortment of traders and purveyors, each showcasing their finest wares and commodities.

I T I N E R A R Y

TENACIOUS TANKARDS

To commence our wondrous entourage of activities, the Malari Meadery has seen it fit to fill the first of the days to come with a blend of gambling, shanties, and drinks. Notably, the meadery will be orchestrating a competition between those who have a talent for the latter of the three mentioned. The victor shall receive the privilege of selecting an enchantment from the dynamic realms of fire and air.

[ OOC: TUESDAY, AUGUST 22ND, 5:00pm EST ]

BUSTLING BAZAAR

Following the festive day at the Malari Meadery, an array of stalls grace Central District of Talar'nor, offering the participants a chance to peruse and engage in trading. Access to the stalls in question will only be granted upon a pre-payment of 20 minas, and they will be dismantled at the conclusion of the festival.

If such an opportunity is of interest to you, kindly dispatch a message through a bird to Auro'ra Wynasul to express such!

( IGN: Donutxlla ) 

[ OOC: THURSDAY, AUGUST 24TH, 2:00pm EST ]

ANOTHER MAN'S TREASURE

To properly bring to an end the festivities, a captivating auction will be held within the Central District of Talar'nor. Such an event promises an exquisite array of treasures for collectors and enthusiasts. Participate in the art of spirited bidding as timeless relics, carefully sewn garments, and countless curiosities are brought before you.

[ OOC: SATURDAY, AUGUST 26TH, 5:00pm EST ]

AY'PUERAN

Lady Auro'ra Wynasul, Laurir Kaliri of the Laurir'heial, Lady of Festivities, Court Sommelier

SPECIAL INVITATIONS ARE SENT TO THE FOLLOWING:

ARISTOCRACY OF TALAR’NOR

Evarir Thalon Nullivari, and their Talonii | @_Sug

Virar Irelia Py’lrie, and their Talonii | @xoxoMinniexoxo

Virar Aestania Aevaris, and their Talonii | @lillyeavens

Laurir Atul Cerusil, and their Talonii | @amongus

Lauririi Raziel Amethil | @laeonathan

Lauririi Crescence Amlugol | @GrowingIvy

Noron Kraal of Dralguna, and their Talonii | @_hexe_

FOREIGN DELEGATIONS

Duke Johannes of Adria, and his noble pedigree | @Nectorist
King Balon of Norland, and his noble pedigree | @sneakybandit

me n anonymous alexa discussing the political and economic state of the world at this meeting: @AnonymousAlexa

 

Yeah whatever Qizu said +1

MC Name:

         outcook

Character's Name:

         Ilhelm (Renzaar)

Character's Age:

         67

Character's Original Race (N/A if not applicable):

         Human

Transformed form:

         Azdrazi/Nephilim

Creator's MC Name:

         Qizu

Creator's RP Name:

         Ut'torvioth

Briefly explain the lore behind this construct or creature:

Nephilim are the sons of Azdromoth, born through rigorous practice and unfaltering loyalty to their mentors and those who shaped them to be considered worthy of becoming the sacred protectors of the Titan's words and knowledge - as well as protect man from all those who endanger it. They embark on their journey through what is commonly referred to as the 'Golden Path,' where following members or Heralds are taught of the ways of Asioth, the idea of reaching one's true potential and strengthening their soul through the teachings of Azdromoth and his children. 

When one is re-born as a Nephilim, they become capable of wielding high-level spells, powered by the energy of their father that courses through them. The more repetitive their use of these spells and energy becomes at one given point, the more weary and exhausted an Azdrazi will be, likely causing them to be stunned or impaired for a small duration of time. Furthermore, Nephilim are vulnerable to corrupted malflame, the magics of Xannites and blows done by material of Thanium. They can all greatly counter the powerful Draconic magics of these creatures, even lifting their polymorphs if connected in particular ways. 

If this construct or creature has some form of aesthetic choice, can you describe how they look? 

Renzaar is a a 7'5 Nephilim who's skin is a grayish white, eyes of similar hue - his hair pale white in complexion that stretches and curls down his back. He dons either a torn and tattered half-plated half-robed outfit, or a rugged coat and suit which was stretched to fit over the now taller being. 

Do you have a magic(s) you are dropping due to this app? If so, link it:

         No.

Do you agree to keep Story writers updated on the status of your magic app?:

         Yes.

Are you aware that if this creature is shelved, your character may be given the option to revert or be indefinitely shelved?

         Yes.

Memey RP or using this CA for subpar villain/bandit RP can lead to your app being denied, even after acceptance. Please put "I understand" as your response once you have read this part and understand the consequences.

         I understand.

Have you applied for this creature on this character before, and had it denied? If so, link the app:

         No.

I was waiting for this post. o7 

Somewhere did a man, surrounded only by fire and blackened stone - draconic sculptures of the like, cackle in amusement at the various missives sent out today. His amusement shared with a being not too far from him. 

@kindEmperor

MC Name:

         Fourdiks

Character's Name:

         Bob

Character's Age:

         N/A

Character's Original Race (N/A if not applicable):

         N/A

Transformed form:

         Automaton

Creator's MC Name:

         panic_initiator

Creator's RP Name:

         Naele

Briefly explain the lore behind this construct or creature:

Animii, more commonly referred to as Automatons, are beings/constructs formed from intricate clockwork and alchemical metals. They can function in a large variety of ways and come in many different aesthetics and looks. The quality of these constructs depends on the extent of their creator's imagination and passion - as long with their precision and skill when it comes to the clockwork craft. To begin the making of an Automaton construct, the crafter must first create a sturdy - upright skeleton to ensure the Automaton does not crumble from it's own weight. Furthermore, this skeletal frame must hold a large resemblance to the average descendant - granting Automatons a very similar look to human-like limbs and body parts. However, this does not mean Automatons are limited in their construction - for many of them can take the form of a colossal descendant, such as an Uruk, though they would be impaired greatly in it's agility because of the need to support such large weight. 

When talking about such a unique creation, it comes to no shock that they must be powered in a similarly intricate, specific way. This method of power involves connecting a geared heart with tubing to flow throughout the metallic body - lifeblood, similar to the blood which pumps through the veins of humans. This lifeblood, as the name suggests, is what keeps the machine alive - and if it is drained too far of this lifeforce, the Automaton will perish, just like how a descendant may grow pale and limp when sapped of their blood. 

If this construct or creature has some form of aesthetic choice, can you describe how they look? 

Sir Bartholomew Edward Ernest Richard Albert Charles Godwin Stuart William Henry the III, or 'Bob' for short, is a 7'1 Automaton which possessed 4 arms, each with their own unique quirk - interchangeable via the will of his creator. These limbs carry the strength of an elf each, being split from Uruk. The construct follows a sort of aristocrat style, wearing clothing and accessories which match the look. It's head does not include your usual eye shapes in which one peers from - Bob rather having a triangular shaped visor in the middle of his head, where he perceives sight - and two miniscule holes acting as airways to allow for audible speech. 

Do you have a magic(s) you are dropping due to this app? If so, link it:

         No.

Do you agree to keep Story writers updated on the status of your magic app?:

         Yes.

Are you aware that if this creature is shelved, your character may be given the option to revert or be indefinitely shelved?

         Yes.

Memey RP or using this CA for subpar villain/bandit RP can lead to your app being denied, even after acceptance. Please put "I understand" as your response once you have read this part and understand the consequences.

         I understand.

Have you applied for this creature on this character before, and had it denied? If so, link the app:

         No.

"Simplistic enough." Remarked one young Draco, in the chambers of his home. 

Luther von Draco cackled as he showed the Duke's missive to his brother. 

@ItemVendor

Luther von Draco tightened the belts and straps of his armour, his hips weighed by weaponry he had attached. "Finally getting a chance against the ruined King, mm?" He jested to his father with a toothy smile, wandering into the streets of Adria. @ItemVendor

Luther von Draco, in tow with his father, left the halls of Eichenwalde one last time - breathing deeply. Truly, the boy was unsure of how to feel about the sudden leave, but the excitement of the unknown soon spiraled within. 

Frederick looks at the missive and curves his lips, nodding ever-so-slightly. "Damn. That is crazy." Thereafter, the young Prince set it aside and returned to his morning breakfast. 

kazoo is older than me by a  year in game but younger than me by a year irl 💯

Prince Frederick of II, whilst reading the report, slammed in desk in frustation - upon seeing the Sedanian Goats knocked out in just their second game! "Come on, I know they trained our boys better!" 

Prince Frederick II of Sedan bows his head. 

DENOUNCEMENT OF A FALSE NAME
 

Issued and Confirmed by His Serene Highness

15th of The Grand Harvest, 1910

TO House von Vahn,

It has come as a great shock that a cadet branch beneath my name and the name of my family, House de Joannes - has been created without my knowledge, in fact by a woman and man who battle with my allies and kin. While you may be related to us by blood, your actions against House von Draco and House de Joannes make you terribly ineligible for the creation of another House beneath my own. As Patriarch and rightful ruler of Sedan, I hereby declare House von Vahn an illegitimate cadet branch of the de Joannes line and demand that it be dissolved at once. Failure to comply will result in appropriate punishment to all which illegally carry its name.

I wish not to go against my own kin as you have, Lady Aviana von Draco, and I hope you will understand and fix your mistakes. I urge that if there is to be the creation of a new branch, it is sought for with my blessings.


 

SIGNED,

HIS SERENE HIGHNESS, Frederick II of House de Joannes, By the Grace of God, Sovereign Prince of Sedan, Count of Joannesport, Louisville, Haverlock and Döbern, Viscount of Fauconberg, Baron of Avoria and Pyrmont, Protector and Lord of the Valley of Goats and the Haikaprier
 

Somewhere, a Draco frowns upon learning that Aviana had been fighting against her kin.


Prince Frederick II of Sedan is utterly flabbergasted at the formation of a new cadet house beneath House de Joannes - all without his knowledge!

Livius smirked at Avalloc.