AgentofDeath13

The Prince of Amaethea takes hold of the missive handed to him by his friend @JoshBright. After reading it over he ponders the thought and folds it away within his sleeve. "Hopefully one of ours is chosen, but Ahernan Jarad. I should think of who among us is the best warrior. If not me it could be my Maln, or maybe even Khiiral. We will see what comes of it." The Prince smiles as he walks off after having ended their discussion

A young Vilac received the missive on a dead night outside his father’s home. Glancing it over with stormy Horen hues, he memorizes it’s call, but contemplates it’s meaning. Hums escape him as they transform into the uttering of silent parables. Flames to guide him, ash in his wake, he gazed upon a ruinous path inlaid with gold that begins with his fathers midnight sword made of Asioth. His mind as clear as the path before him, his heart set to answer the call. 

MC Name:

         Agentkhov

Character's Name:

         Excelsor

Character's Age:

         1

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

         N/A

Transformed form:

         Automaton

Creator's MC Name:

         Valannor

Creator's RP Name:

         Alatariel of Itnan

Briefly explain the lore behind this construct or creature:

Automaton (Animati) are non-magical alchemical creations or constructs that range from realistic humanoid beings to small metallic creatures. Its beginnings form around the frame of its tubing and cogs and its gear heart which pumps alchemical liquid through its tubing to give it life. At the heart's insertion, the automaton will have no special function or senses, any additional purposes need to be added in after the fact through extra work. Each additional piece requires more and more steps for their functions, alchemical fluids, reagents, and lenses being examples of what can be added to create these extra senses or even an inborn personality. Next up is the obedience vessel, this is a means from which the creator has multiple different means to try and make an animati completely loyal to them, such as deliberately weakening an animati's mind to indoctrinate them or injecting 20 MLs of their own blood into the fluid to mark the creator as the primary master of which they cannot disobey. Third, up is the prosthetic limbs that come with this alchemical crafting. They are relatively more durable and numb to the sensation of touch, but nonetheless the same as normal limbs unless secret and additional functions are added to them. The connection between the tubing and flesh is their weakness as they are bonded with human flesh in their addition to the body. Finally, the culmination of this is the machine spirits. A machine spirit is another alchemical means to attain immortality in which a person creates an automaton husk filled with liquid, reagents, and a mage gold inner layering of the gear heart. All this in turn allows one's soul to reborn into their husk, and continue to do so, avoiding a pk so long as they have a husk to inhabit.

The weaknesses of Automaton remain relatively straightforward. Should one's gear heart be destroyed it will cause a construct to fail much like a human heart. Weak points are also its joints and points of mobility, along with the vessels that act as veins are the main points of weakness externally. Blunt force can dent and sometimes even fracture depending on the material used. Similar to blood loss if an Automaton loses too much fluid it can cease to function, and if its design is poor or inadequate, it may not function at all.

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

Curatrix Model No.1

A clockwork automaton standing at eight feet tall, this construct boasts a robust humanoid frame, fraught with myriad engravings and shapes within the steel of its chassis - fashioned as much as a work of art as it was a practical soldier. Wrought primarily of gilded steel, this automaton is masculine and incandescent, possessed of a fair and stoic demeanor, though kindness and compassion yet linger within its azure gaze. Sockets and holes have been drilled through its golden carapace to allow armor to be solidly affixed to its exterior without the worry of straps or other more fragile components.

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         no

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         yes

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         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

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         no

The Vilac takes the missive in his ashen armored hands and smiles as he looks it over, mulling over the thoughts that dwell in his head before writing a response.

"Hello, Mr. Thelin. I am a knowledge seeker and already a student of the basics of the Alchemical arts, but I would like to speak with you and further my knowledge of the usefulness of the material alphabet. If you would have me, I would like to maybe discuss with you the possibility whether in person or by notes. There is much that I know is tied to the alchemical, but I do not know of them. If I am selected, you may always return my bird to the Aviary in Celia'nor. I remain there for the moment." 

From a Fellow Hoarder,

Marius Vilac

 

MC Name:

         Agentkhov

Character's Name:

         Marius Vilac

Character's Age:

         29

What feat(s) will you be learning?

         Alchemy

Teacher's MC Name:

         MapleSunflower

Teacher's RP Name:

         The White Angel

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

         Yes

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

         No

Are you aware that if this feat is undergoing an activity trial and fails said trial, that you will lose the feat? And that if it is apart of the Lore Games, it might drastically change soon?:

         Yes

Invitation to all Mali and Lliran of Amaethea

It is issued on the 18th of the Amber Cold, 90 S.A

Letter to the People of Amaethea

This missive is distributed to announce the continuation of the line of succession for the Crown of Prince of Amaethea. Prince of Malin'or Kosher Daesmon will officially step down from the throne of Elvenesse. With this, the prince-Heir Acanthus will assume the crown and rise to take his father's place as the prince to represent his people upon the council of Malin'or. 

Letter to the People of Almaris

And with the west of Almaris being plagued with conflict and Turmoil. Amaethea is stuck in the middle, having been brought into the war against the Uruk. That war had exposed many evils and secret deals, and as we have come to see these things in a new light, we now take a new approach. As Lord Exarch and as the current Prince-Heir, I act with the blessings of my maln as I announce this to all the realms of Almaris and their people.

Amaethea now hands the right of Inquisition to the Paladins of Xan. They now have permission, with reasonable exemption from the law, to perform their sacred duties with utmost prejudice against beings of the dark. To combat heresy and aid in conducting trials against suspected Darkspawn. The Life and peace of the people are to be set as priorities in the confines of this writ but let this serve as a reminder to the lands of the west that no dark deed goes unpunished. Where you have all fallen to Darkness, we hope to shine a light and show you what you could have done.

Letter of the Three-headed Drake

Much was discussed with the paladins that led up to the decision of this inquisition. After having spoken with you Elathion, I deemed that the members of the Three-headed Drake should be recognized and thanked for the efforts they gave and the help they provided when Amaethea was attacked by their father. After much debate with the Warden of the Paladins, I managed to secure your safety so long as you leave this place behind. The only request is that you sail away the vessels that currently sleep upon our waters. Should this be done then the paladins will not persecute you and you will be allowed to leave this nation in peace.

Thus, we formally extend invitations to:

Aeve Calithil, @Honourary
Ventys Riv'Mahaen-Prisgoth and their Family, @GlassySkies

The Citizens and Lords of Amaethea

High Prince Vyllaenen, and all those affiliated with Malin’or @Orlanth

Prince Illarion, and the peoples of Celia’nor  @VoxyNoir

Prince Netseth Loa’chil, and the peoples of Nor’asath @ColonelKuehl1

Sir Mika Anarion, and the dwellers of Lubba Keep @mika1278

Arch-Druid Miven Caerme’onn and the inhabitants of the Vale of Nevaehlen @WestCarolina

Arch-Druid Aerendyl Hawksong and the inhabitants of the Mothers Grove @TwilightWolf
Rex Borok and the Horde of Krugmar @DrunkPapaBear
Keeper Alatariel and the knights of the Aengul Xan @Valannor
 

Furthermore, we extend invitations to:

Aster Daesmon and the Citizens of the Cove @HogoBojo

Hareven Lorenthus and the Citizens of Oswin @Keefy

Jarad Munnel and the Citizens of Helious @JoshBright

Evar'tir Oranor and his venerable pedigree @Bhased

Idril Sylvaeri and her venerable pedigree @JJosey

Jeffrey de Wees and his venerable pedigree @Gustando

Lenora Jusmia and her venerable pedigree @Bethinwonderland

Melia and her venerable pedigree @Trinn

[The Coronation will take place on Saturday, August 27th, 3 PM EST]

Uell ito Maruthiran,

HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS, Kosher Fier Daesmon, Prince-Royarch of Elvendom,

Prince of Amaethea, Golden Tiger of the West, Patriarch of Clan Daesmon

HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS, Acanthus Onar Taliame’onn Daesmon Silma Vuln’muriel, the IV

 Heir Prince-Royarch of Elvendom, Heir-Prince of Amaethea

A Unity of Flames

Marius and his betrothed upon their Auric path. The wedding officiated by an unnamed man.

[!]A missive distributed among all the realms of Almaris, the pages slightly burned at the edges and damp from the rain that poured from heaven above.

On the night of this union's birth, the rain was pouring, God was crying, moonlight out, a Drake’s embers flying. Darkness full of fog, limiting the view of men. In a rush, a ceremony held hidden within the shadows of greatness. Two Fires alight, walking down upon a path adorned with gold surrounded by Ruin. 

The last Vilac and a Novellan, descendants of Man; purified by the ideals of Flame, stake their claim upon the lands of the Empire. A betrothal to guide man towards the future. Those who find themselves corrupt will soon turn to them for truth and purity.

Their Kin by the names of Vilac and Renai, may now be seen through the realm, the holders of man's future. The continuation of the line.

A young Kortrevich, once taught by likes of a King and his knights sits within the fields of Acre. The missive handed to him as he tended the fields of the men who sought to teach him humility from honest work. “The divide extends beyond the walls. It can be been seen and felt by even a stranger wandering the lands. Who knows why the leaders make the choices they have, but surely you’d think that they’d see the error of their ways to some extent.” The young lad folds the missive slipping it into his sleeve his mind now muddled with various thoughts, and the naivety that so only comes in youth. With time he drops the thought and picks up his tools once more cutting down grain after grain as he had done for years in honest labor.

Brother I’m sad to see you go but I hope that bigger and brighter things lay ahead for you. Take care of yourself and stay safe as well.

MC Name:

         Agentkhov

Character's Name:

         Marius Vilac

Character's Age:

         20

Character's Race:

         Human

What magic(s) will you be learning?

         Ordained Heraldry

Teacher's MC Name:

         Axeman51, Milenkhov

Teacher's RP Name:

         Vothdrem, Zahkriikyzer

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

         no

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

         Yes

Are you aware that if this magic is shelved, that you may no longer use it in character?

         Yes

MC Name:

         Agentkhov

Character's Name:

         Marius Vilac

Character's Age:

         20

What feat(s) will you be learning?

         Heraldry

Teacher's MC Name:

         Jentos

Teacher's RP Name:

         An-Gho

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

         Yes

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

         No

Are you aware that if this feat is undergoing an activity trial and fails said trial, that you will lose the feat? And that if it is apart of the Lore Games, it might drastically change soon?:

         Yes

MC Name:

         Agentkhov

Character's Name:

         Tony Romano

Character's Age:

         22

Character's Race:

         Human

What magic(s) will you be learning?

         Ordained Heraldry

Teacher's MC Name:

         Qizu, Milenkhov

Teacher's RP Name:

         Morur'ei Zahkriikyzer

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

         no

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

         Yes

Are you aware that if this magic is shelved, that you may no longer use it in character?

         Yes

Voldar Heartstring sat at his desk within the Vanari castle, the letter clutched tightly in between his hands as tears streamed down his face. His glowing gold eyes could bring no warmth or comfort to the sheer pain within his heart as he read the words upon that page. He would have read the letter dozens, no hundreds of times before he finally chose to accept them. He would slowly rise from his seat as he wiped his tears with his cold armored hands. His only solace was wandering around aimlessly until he somehow eventually reached the tree where she had been when he truly met her for the first time. "Cailin... how could this have happened? What was the point of my quest if I couldn't even save You?" His head was flooded with thoughts, memories, and dreams that he had shared with her. He would sit at that tree for hours, as day turned to night, and night to dawn; the young Paladin having nothing on him besides the ring he wanted to give her, that piece holding a promise to have and to hold in love unto death. Thus, there he remained staring at the ring until his thoughts drove him to sleep. A bittersweet respite from the reality of her death, another day of pain and uncertainty awaiting his awakening.

Tony would take a look at the missive and smile as he stood from his seat. “She really did it. I guess it’s time for me to congratulate her and fulfill my promise” With that he would leave the missive upon his desk as he left to go look for Olivia.

MC Name:

         MkIblees

Character's Name:

         Voldar Heartstring-Vanari

Character's Age:

         25

Character's Race:

         Half-elf

What magic(s) will you be learning?

         Paladinism

Teacher's MC Name:

         NorthTitans

Teacher's RP Name:

         Togrim Heartstring-Vanari

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

         no

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

         Yes

Are you aware that if this magic is shelved, that you may no longer use it in character?

         Yes

The Sun Sets on Savoy [PK]

Blood, blood was the source of life to all. It was the Ichor that allowed all of descendant-kind to live, to feel, to love, and to lose. Afterall life was a beautiful and precious thing, and it was in death that that beauty could be found. Lucius was always a peaceful and caring man, and he understood that peace needed more than harmony; it needed strength. In his youth he wandered into the grand city of San Luciano, the place he would eventually call his home, the place where he would define himself. He wore the sun of Savoy upon his back; both as a symbol of pride and a symbol that withheld a deeper meaning. He was all in all a loving man, one who could never fully hate a soul, but he never truly hated a soul as much as he hated his own for staining his teeth with that blessed crimson ichor he so swore to protect.

His writ of disownment came of no surprise to him. Lucius was a family man and he understood that it was family who moves us. They are the ones who drive us into our deepest darkness, and who bring us out into the sweetest reprieve. He had never had a family, not until he made his way to Oren, not until he met the Vuillers. There in their home he found what he had missed, he found what had been stolen from him in his youth. That bond of family led him to be a man he wanted them to be proud of.

In his last few days of life Lucius did his best to act as if nothing had changed. That was how he always was, he didn't want to worry his children or wife with the rumors surrounding him. Should anyone ask him, he would’ve told them the truth, helped them even. The rumors about him were true; he wasn't going to hide it. He was proud of who he was, what he was. He even made a new set of armor with the colors to reflect his darker nature.

The day of the battle started with a bitter morning for him. He felt oddly at peace as a frigid sense of calm washed over him. His bones were cold and frozen as he strolled through the streets of providence, the night dreadful. If only he had stayed home, if only he could have hugged his kids one last time. He went out for a midnight stroll as he was halted by a man who recognized his redesigned guard's armor. He asked Lucius and some other members of the ISA to go look for his friend who had gone missing. The members of his patrol eventually made their way out to the city to the horrid night’s fog that covered the pale moonlight-stricken fields. There Lucius would battle a man he once admired and be slain by the same hands that created so many beauties for him. 

Lucius’s thoughts throughout the fight were simple; he thought of nothing but the blood shed on the field of battle. The exchanging of strikes from the blade of his opponent in the flow of their Macabre dance. As he took strike and gash he would slowly begin to reminisce about the events of his short life. He would begin to see the faces of his darling sons and daughters, his wife, everyone who he ever loved. Then there fell a most awful silence as he thought no more, he made no sound as he died. As quickly as he began to live, he found his life ended as if a bubble had popped, and thus arrived the end of his story.

[!] Lucius had at some point written letters for his beloved family and close friends. His son, Rorik having found them would slowly begin to look for the people and deliver them in the coming days.

Rorik would look over to his father's bloody old armor as he nodded and muttered a quick prayer. "For my father. For his Legacy" He would go and back to focusing on his work as he painted the sun of Savoy on the back of his father's armor.

Lucius Wick leaned against a tree in his 4th brigade armor as looked up from the sheet beside him, a smile falling upon his face as he gazed at the stars. “I knew this day would come. I wish my kids wouldn’t have to hear about this though.” He’d rise from his spot against the tree as he looked at his armor, and at Kosher’s Cross hanging around his neck “May the Empire do with me as they see fit, but maybe this is the beginning of my end” He would walk off back to New Providence where uncertainty and a likely death waited for him.

Voldar would look over the missive, and give it some thought. He would shake his head as he turned his stormy blue eyes to his armor. Setting it down he would finish polishing his Armor. “ Another day, another assignment. I’ll rest once the job is done and this trial is over” He dons his armor and brandishes his whip and blades stepping out of his family’s residence to accompany the Princess wherever their journey may take them on that day.

Discord tag: AgentofDeath13#8334

Skins: Lady Witcher | Gypsy Dancer

Bids: 30 | 35

MC Name:

         AgentofDeath13

Character's Name:

         Voldar Heartstring-Vanari

Character's Age:

         20

What feat(s) will you be learning?

         Alchemy

Teacher's MC Name:

         Lector Oijin

Teacher's RP Name:

         Gundam_Engineer

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

         Yes

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

         No

Are you aware that if this feat is undergoing an activity trial and fails said trial, that you will lose the feat? And that if it is apart of the Lore Games, it might drastically change soon?:

         Yes

MC Name:

         AgentofDeath13

Character's Name:

         Tony Romano

Character's Age:

         19

What feat(s) will you be learning?

         Heraldry

Teacher's MC Name:

         mkaxeman

Teacher's RP Name:

         Jean

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

         Yes

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

         No

Are you aware that if this feat is undergoing an activity trial and fails said trial, that you will lose the feat? And that if it is apart of the Lore Games, it might drastically change soon?:

         Yes

SIGN-UP SHEET:

Roleplay Name: Lucius Wick
Nation of Residence: Oren
Minecraft IGN: AgentofDeath13

Discord : AgentofDeath13#6969

Ign : AgentofDeath13

Skin : Augustus - (10usd)