Mining

Name: Cedric Tybalt

Age: 21

Race: Human

Prior Relevant Experience: None

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Name: Sivavir Iheiu'narn

Race: Mali'ame

Age: 67

Do you have any form of Prior combat training?: I am able to shoot a bow however have no military training

Do you live in Leyulin or plan to live in Leyulin?: I plan to

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MC Name: miningtilldeath

Skype ID (optional but very recommended): you should have it. If not ask :)

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A man must do three things to achieve imortality. He must write a book. He must father sons and daughters. And he must plant a tree. These were the words that rang through the clouded old mind of Jonathan Elers, clear as a bell, as he shuffled slowly through woodlands. Eventually, the old man would reach a clearing in the woods, a small, soft smile slowly cracking on his aged features. With a soft grunt, he falls to his knees, landing with a gentle thud on the grass. He fumbles around inside his coat for a moment before taking out a small, slightly withered but still alive sapling.

Some minutes later, the weathered Jonathan Elers sits back, admiring his handiwork. The sapling now snuggly planted in the ground, cool moist dirt piled around it. A book I have written. A tree I have planted. Yet no children have come from me he thinks bitterly to himself with regret. Sighing, the old man begins rising to his feet. Yet the strength evades the old and weathered mage. A look of panic begins to cloud his features for a moment as he lays back on the dirt, wheezing for breath. And then, at that moment, a gentle breeze rolls through, the blades of grass bending and dancing, the old mans thin grey hair swaying at its caressing touch. It was enough to make the old man cease his struggle, a pained smile crossing his lips. The wind, and breezes such as this, had forever been closely linked with his life as a mage of air. It seemed only fitting that one such breeze should herald his death.

A life meaningless to some yet influential to others. A delver, mage, adventurer, leader, follower and teacher. A man who had lived a full and wholesome life always trying to do the right thing. News would spread. Some would rejoice, others weep, and many would simply go on with their lives. Regardless, On the 16th of the Grand Harvest, 1481, Jonathan Elers heart stopped beating, never to beat again.

Normally you just put it in the center of the crafting table and surround it with paper. But I don't think it's possible in Nexus...could be wrong

"Bah, propoganda at it's finest! The high elves are assholes there's no denying that but claiming them to be the children and minions of Iblees?! Ridiculous, just wanting another reason for the world to hate them! The high elves are saying the same damn thing about this coalition. Just because Iblees is back doesn't mean everyone who farts or is mean is an evil servant of Iblees"

 

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"Oren is no pure nation, and I speak as a fellow human. We are not free of the 'filth' as you put it. Do we not also have our assassins that stalk the night? Are there not also humans who would eat the flesh of other descendants and praise the name of Iblees? Our race as as much 'filth' as the Mali. I would even argue that there is more . Do not raise us humans as the pinnacle of equality, for we are anything but. The Mali'aheral foolishly tried to rise themselves above all other mali. It was only a matter of time before the other elves put their foot down."

Jonathan reads the notice with a small smile, nodding to himself and reaching for a quill to sign it. However he hovers the pen over paper as he thinks over the terms. They seek to genocide one race as retribution for that race discriminating and committing genocide against others? Would this not leave us as bad as them? Not all high elves are bigots, just a lot of the leaders... Must an eye be taken for an eye? Nodding to himself, he puts down the quill, leaving it unsigned

He's a solid rper. He's a chill guy. He's AUSTRALIAN. We need more of it. +1

Honestly the only Creatorism rp I see is people running around calling other people sodomites, heretics etc if they don't 100% submit to the creator. It seems very much "With us or against us, respect the creator or die". I understand that it's very much due to Oren's culture but I personally find it off putting.

Interesting. Does that mean a mental Mage could easily stop a Mage from casting by distracting their defenceless mind?

What would happen if a mental mage were to connect to a mage connecting (or even connected) to the void. To use magic a mage has to clear their mind of everything, so would that function as a sort of mental barrier? Also, what would it be like for a mental mage connection to someone who is connected to the void themselves?

The slow, rhythmic clack of wood on stone echoes through the throne room as a man approaches, his cane tapping on the floor with each long stride he takes. Upon reaching a sufficient distance, he would stop and bow his head slightly "Emperor Tuvuya" he says in greeting his voice smooth and clear. Raising his head to look the emperor in the eyes, he continues "My name is Jonathan Elers. You likely do not remember me, but in the days of old Abresi, over twenty years ago, I supplied you with produce regularly" A small smile passes over his lips for a moment at the mention of that, but he continues "In any case, much has passed since then and I have not come here to catch up with you. Mine is a relatively straight forward question. It is in regard to magic, magical communities and the like"

Jonathan stops, surveying the people in the room and their reactions for a moment before turning back to face the emperor "It's no secret that during the Chivay's reign magic was...disdained. Men of Oren would frequently take it upon themselves to rid the world of mages for the crime of being a mage. The empire was all but at a state of war against Raine academy whom solely wished to teach in peace. The same hostility was extended to the late Arcane Vigil, whom at the time had done nothing but be formed" Jonathan takes a breath here, keeping his gazed locked with that of the emperors "Your recent act of restoration, specifically the revoke of the Vizma acts and laws of imperial deviancy are nothing but a step in the right direction. You've proven that you lack the....rashness, to put it kindly, of your predecessors. I now wish to ask how this will carry over into magic and the Empires relationship with magical communities such as Raine. How will magic be regulated, if at all, within your empire. And will a mage be able to once again light his pipe within Oren borders without fear of being crucified or having his head removed" At that, Jonathan falls silent, looking to Tuvuya for his response.

First...oh dear I can't believe I just did that...Anyway this looks good, keep up da good work

Jonathan frowns slowly, closing his eyes as he pieces together the fragmented words the wind brought to his ears. After a while, he slowly opens them once more, blinking with surprise as he thinks to himself. I know of a door beyond the veil of light, shrouded in darkness in mystery... Perhaps worth checking out... Jonathan grunts and quickly hurries off in the opposite direction he was previously traveling

Jonathan sees notice of this guild and sighs softly I suppose it was only a matter of time before the nations of men stopped trying to kill magic wielders and realized magic can be used to further their own blood lust and war mongering. he thinks to himself. Not voicing it of course, as talking to a poster is absurd. He strokes the stubble on his chin as he thinks some more Still, the values and principles this group seeks to uphold are noble. On the surface, this guild would appear more virtuous than the Mages guild. Perhaps I should suss them out, offer my skills. Shrugging, Jonathan turns sharply on his heels and walks off in search of the Waldenian Mage's guild. Never once uttering a word, as speaking to posters is silly

Jonathan, one of the many humans of Raine Academy scowls as he reads the notice. He says nothing of course, as speaking to a poster is ludicrous, but one only needs to see his expression to realise that rather angry thoughts are going through his mind. Grumbling, he walks off

I voted just as this came out, having not seen this. We're now rank 56 ;)

Jonathan Elers
Nicknames: Jon, Jonny
Age: 46
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Status: Alive...not necessarily well, but alive

Description
Height: 6 foot 3
Weight: About 80kg
Body Type: Somewhat lean, thin
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Brown, tinging to grey
Skin: Olive
Markings/Tattoos: N/A
Health: Fluctuating
Personality: Bit of a joker, (especially towards his friends). His jokes may seem hurtful to those who don't know him. Despite this, he's quite loyal when it matters and his serious side is becoming increasingly evident. Often rushes into things without thinking it through properly
Inventory: A cane (crafted by Bernabus Whitewolf) with an eagle head at the top, a pair of brass knuckles, a dagger and sometimes a lock picking set


Life Style
Alignment: Generally speaking, neutral good
Deity: Rocky relationship with the creator
Religion: The creator (but doesn't really follow it actively)
Alliance/Nation/Home: Raine Academy and the Vigils
  Job/Cla ss:   Professor, Regent, Guildmaster
 Title(s):  Guildmaster of the Arcane Vigil, Professor, Ex Regent of the Arcane Delvers, Ex Magister of Malinor,
 Profession(s):  Scholar
 Special Skill(s):  Skilled in magic, quick wit, patient (most of the time)
 Flaw(s):  Often acts rashly, mouth can get him into trouble, weak physically

 Magic 
 Current Status:  Master of Aeromancy and Adept at Pyromancy
 Arch-type:  Arcane
 Sub-Type:  Evocation, Air & Fire
 Rank:  Equivalent to that of a tier 5 in Air evocation (Over a year irl at time of writing this) and equivalent to that of a late t3 in fire evocation (nearly 2 irl months at time of writing this)
 Weakness(es):  His magic has made him rather weak physically. Like all mages, he needs some time to cast (although not too long for air evocation) and once his hands are restrained (shackles, cuffs, rope etc) he is incapable of casting magic. Air evocation is more of a support magic then directly offensive, and is weakened if fighting in an area where there's nothing to throw people against (So if fighting in a street he can throw you against a wall to jolt you, but if it's in a big open plain there's nothing to throw you against)
 Strength(s):  Can throw people off their feet with Air evocation (even if they are armoured) with relative ease, air orbs pack a significant punch. Fire evocation,while no where near as powerful as his air, can be used in conjunction with air evocation to deadly effect
 Current Spell(s):  Air and fire ones (I have lots of different, creative spells, many of which rely on the environment around you. You'll just have to experience them in rp :)  )


 Weaponry 
 Fighting Style:  Brawler if magic is unavailable (So nothing fancy or precise, basically just swinging around the place)
 Trained Weapon:  Knuckles, staff, cane
 Favored Weapon:  Cane
 Archery:  Relatively decent, having practiced archery in his younger years. Capable of using his air evocation and archery in conjunction (with significant concentration) to add a significant amount of extra power to shots

 Biography 
 Parents:  Backstory (so not real players) but Cristian and Helena Elers. Both dead
 Siblings:  None
 Children: None
Extended Family: Considers close friends like family
Pet(s): None

History

To keep it short - Young lad sets out from home at 19 with a thirst for knowledge and adventure. After a (not so) brief tangle with a criminal gang, the hatters, he ends up as a pathfinder for the Arcane Delvers. He's quite happy with this lifestyle, living in Ac'talareh, going on Delves. Eventually, being surrounded by mages, he starts teaching himself the magic of air evocation. Jonathan sees four different Delver leaders in his time - Polgrath (briefly), Artimec, Nienna and then 'the council' (the latter containing himself). He becomes a regent and for some time all is well. Personal failures, mounting work load and relationship problems pile up on Jonathan in his new position of Regent in a guild without a guildmaster. He leaves civilization as a whole for some time for some peace, quite and meditation in the abandoned orcish desert (where he spent some of his training studying wind). When he returns, the Delvers have crumbled. In the fringe, he is rather at a loss of what to do with himself. After briefly trying out the life of a scribe to an Oren Noble house (which he rather disliked), he began to attempt to reform the Delvers in a new image - The Arcane Vigil. Tieing this new and yet at the same time old guild with the Raine Academy, where he some times lectures, he now essentially leads the Vigil. To where, is anyones guess.

((That was a very brief and glossed over history. I may consider creating a more indepth and actually decent piece of writing later :P ))

~~Arcane Vigil notice~~

Notice to all current Vigils and aspiring Vigils! The Arcane Vigil has, regrettably been plagued with inactivity since the Fringe. But that ends now! This new world is quite literally teeming with adventures waiting to be had, knowledge to be recovered and memories to be forged. This organization will be undergoing some changes and developments in the weeks to come, during which time applications will not be accepted. For this, I can only apologies and ask for patience. However it should be noted that the Arcane Vigil will be strongly linked with our new brothers and sisters in Raine Academy. Any aspiring Vigil's should instead apply for the Raine Academy, where you might learn skills that will later prove useful as a Vigil.

The new world of opportunity beckons, Vigils. We will seize it.

Signed, J.Elers

Heh, face reminds me of Palpatine / darth sidious. But it's cool

Do other professions go down as another goes up or something?

I was actually just referring to the picture :P, but now that you mention it I notice a bit of Oberyns personality in there