Skylez

"A surprising turn of events," remarks an artificer from the bowels of his workshop - looking onto the work in progress that would be one of his finest creation yet. He reached in with a wrench, tightening one of the several cogs. "Magi are a blight, whether using the void, dark, or some deity."

Name: Kaevryn

Age: Early Forties

Race: Human

Gender: Male

Nation of origin: Haense, Carnatia

Combat Experience (N/A, Semi, Fluent): Fluent enough, I rely on alchemy and my devices, mundane things.

Canonist Knowledge (N/A, Semi, Fluent): Semi

Why are you interested in joining (Can be brief): Men need causes, something to drive them - I am no exception.

Minecraft Name: Skylez1

Timezone: CST

How active will you be: An hour or two per day, though more if driven/motivated.

Discord Username (Include numbers): Skylez#7817

Prefer Starfelts and Zarsies' rewrite in all honesty.

What exactly is changed/added from Sug's piece?

Character Name:
Audrick

Character's Age:

18

Character's Race:

Human

What Magic(s) will you be learning?:

The Strength of the Abyss 

Teacher's MC name:

Murdercharls
 

Teacher's RP name:

Abdiel Ipos

Do you have a magic(s) you are dropping due to this app?: 

Forgive me Perrin
https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forums/topic/173068-dark-arts-ma-skylez1/

Do you agree to keep the MT updated on the status of your magic app by using the Magic List Errors topic?:

Yeah

Are you aware that if this magic is undergoing an activity trial and fails said trial, that you will lose the magic?:

Yep

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

No

13 minutes ago, GrimReaper98 said:

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Character's Name:

Audrick

Character's Age:

17

Character's Race:

Human

What Magic(s) will you be learning?:

Thallassos 

Teacher's MC name:

Archangel_Avacyn
 

Teacher's RP name:

The Salt-Knight

Do you have a magic(s) you are dropping due to this app?: 

None at all

Do you agree to keep the MT updated on the status of your magic app by using the Magic List Errors topic?:

Yeah

Are you aware that if this magic is undergoing an activity trial and fails said trial, that you will lose the magic?:

Yeah x2

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

Nah

I'd also like to be added to this discussion if possible, being one of the leaders of Outerhaven.

Thanks-
Skylez#7187

I agree wholeheartedly. Holy healing heavily detracts from the consequence of roleplay when any wound or related problem can be cured with 2-3 emotes of glowy hand RP.

I recall helping one of my fellow ETs with an event, a group of holy mages were tracking down some Aeldinic criminal that arrived in Axios along with his other cohorts. @Ford @GrimReaper98 Various traps were littered around the criminal's place of refuge, bear traps, tripwires, etcetera, you name it. A careless cleric set off bear traps on two occasions, and BOTH times the person had their leg mended up by a 2-3 emote *glowy hand, presses it onto wound* RP; This completely negating any form of consequence or weight that their choice had.

Mundane medical RP is a 100 times more involving and just provides better roleplay for both the wounded and whoever is treating them.

Magical healing in any form, be it holy, so forth, should either be heavily nerfed or just outright removed.

RP has consequence.

+1

No doubt about it, Grim has a good head upon his shoulders.

+1

Is something actually wrong in your head?

Ah yes

Yeah I facehuggered him

Elias nods vehemently at the poster, arms crisscrossing in front of his overcoat.

BASIC INFORMATION

OOC

MC Username: AdeptusMechanic (Will be switching back to Skylez1 come next month)

Discord Username: Skylez#7187  

Have you joined the Renatus Discord server?: I have

How active are you?: Moderately

IC

Name: Adrian

Surname: Richter

Title: Imperial Engineer (Under the Castellan-Engineer, Klaus)

Liege Lord: Aurelius Horen

Gender: Male

Date of Birth: Roughly 1624

Race: Human 

Subrace: Heartlander

Culture: N/A

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION

Height: 5'10

Weight: 144lbs

Eye Color: Deep blue

Skin Color: White, slightly tanned.

Hair Color: Blonde

Markings: None of note

PERSONAL INFORMATION

Residence: Belvitz 

Occupation: Imperial Engineer, Apothecary, Craftsman

CITIZEN’S OATH OF LOYALTY

I, Adrian Richter, hereby swear my loyalty to the King of the Crown of Renatus-Marna, and to uphold and obey the laws of the Crown as its loyal citizen. I understand the penalties and punishments that shall be incurred should I violate these laws.

3 hours ago, J Gecko said:

I have found your event however I wish to schedule this, my discord is Gecko#7153 I just need you to accept it, and we could discuss this further 

3 hours ago, Booklight12 said:

*A red haired man with a cross emblazened on his chest would read over the parchment posted, he grinned as he saw the opportunity at hand and promptly began scriving down his name down upon the parchment so he may be contacted at a later date.. It read*

"Aenley, Red haired man, wears white, can be found as the only red haired human in the dominion or the Hansetic settlement of Keter."

9 minutes ago, Bluee said:

Valor would read the parchment with a grin as he went off to his fellow Vizmak "Should be a challenge, 'owever it ain't nothin' the Vizmak can't 'andle."

Informants will be seeking out individuals via RP within the coming days, stay tuned.

A handful of criers roam about the lands of Atlas, calling off to those they pass and where they find lodgings.

"Seeking those capable of finding lost souls! Men have been lost en route to lands near the Dominion, transporting cargo of some sort! Information on the men and the state of their cargo is needed, additional pay for exceptional efforts! Give a means of contacting you as well a name and you shall be approached in due time!"

Wanted:

Information on missing transporters 

Threat level:

Medium/Hard, depending on circumstance. 

Suggested party number:

3-4 competent individuals 

Description:

The whereabouts of three men who have yet to return, transporting [REDACTED]. Information about the former is needed as well the latter, additional funds will be granted for the recovery of anything notable such as documents. 

Location:

Estimated area

Rewards:

The outcome dictates the reward. Base pay of 400 with opportunities for additional pay.

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Feel free to leave a reply in order to schedule a meeting to get a more definite location, or try finding the location yourself.

Contact AdeptusMechanic once found!

This bounty will follow the Soft PK rules found here.

After a most arduous trek the men bearing dark blue and white finally arrived at the walls of Outerhaven.

Though only a handful in number the lightly-garbed men set to pitching tents along the decrepit walls, cracked and crumpled in some places. Among them were a man foreign to Atlas, sent off from the lands of Axios to those of another - only to now just return in search of a living and those that resided here, his kin.

Rumors of these Lycans spread fast between the party, frightening the more green of the men, as well the foreigner - Elias.

1595 - the past

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((Credit to an unknown Artist))

Mercer found himself back onto the fiery hellscape that he toiled upon near seven decades prior, donned in shoddy ferrum, a crude blade within his mailed clutch.

“Push them from the walls, forwards!”

Bellowed the sonorous man whom led their arduous efforts, Baldur the black.

Ever since the battle of the Gorge the Empire found itself dwindling evermore, vassal after vassal claiming sovereign independence from a collective Orenia. The odds were perpetually situated against those that remained fervent in defense of Johannesburg, once the capital of united man.

A whistle blew amidst the soot covered skies.

This signaled their charge, pitted against the superior manpower and arms of the Coalition; an amalgamation of all those wronged by Oren in times past, Uruk, ‘Fenn,

Dwed, and furthermore, headed by the Stauntons of Courland.

Mercer begrudgingly grasped about the small ladder leading up from his muddied trench, heaving himself into a clamber; leading in tow a small detachment of legionaries that served with him in the Legio I Ioannes, a seasoned lot of middle aged men. Arrows, bolts, and all manners of projectiles whizzed by as the deplorable defenders of Johannesburg emerged from their holes dug within the ash covered earth.

Screams and shouts drowned out the atmosphere, a stone shot meant for the walls behind instead barreled into the rank at Mercer’s left, ensuring bloodied viscera spreaded to and fro in some macabre fashion.

The battle was lost long before it begun, only a handful of meters did they advance before their losses were all too apparent, fallen corpse and cadaver filling their ranks rather than living man; they struggling to maintain the fruitless clash. Legionnaires began to route, mayhaps a loss of heart or a lack of discipline, likely both.

“Back onto the walls, we've pushed enough!”

The commanding Baldur shouted after momentarily disengaging from the bloodied fray.

Thereafter the remaining skirmishers turned suit, rushing back towards the last bastion of the Crownlands whence they rallied hours ago. The backs of men made for ripe targets, and thus many did not manage to withdraw.

-

Several more of these horrid battles were to transpire over the waning days of the Empire, their final throes.

“I have lived steadfast and fierce, I will not kneel to the dogs of war and my wings shall not be clipped by the greedy paws of the Staunton. I live for the Empire! Ave Oren, Ave Horen, Long live the Empire!”

The Emperor of Orenia defiantly declared, lobbing two flasks of alchemical flame onto the stores of Thanhium below.

And all went blue, and then black.

((Credit to Sebastion Horoszko))

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1661 - the present 

((Credit to zez zhaoenzhe))

The small group sought deeper therein the scar of the earth, eventually to come onto a peculiar man-made canal, rivers of sanguine flowing in the stead of water. Occultists of some foul sort were within, the trio to make quick work of the deranged and demented. Their intrusion would be noted however, the flock coming to avenge the demise of their shepards.  

The walls began to close in upon the three, though not of normal brick and mortar, but rather bone and muscle.

“I’ve our rear, move!”

The helmeted veteran croaked as he brandished his poleaxe. The first of the men spared no time, heaving and hauling himself onto the length of rope.

Mercer lunged out, arcing the axehead of his weaponry onto the skull of the nearest mindless. It’d stumble and then fall, though another were to take its place near instantly - not even a buckle in their lines.

The Redshroud took aback, looking onto the second man as the first made it out of harm's way.

“Go Mercer, I’ll stay!”

The young Highlander shouted as the walls neared, encroaching from both corridors, splashing through the muck - soon to be cornered.

“You’ve a life to live, you’ll not throw it away for the dead - no heroics!”

The forlorn knight harshly returned, sending another glimpse over his pauldron - Robert begrudgingly beginning at the rope, though struggling more so than the man that ascended before him - more time was needed.

Mercer nodded in turn, moving to stand as a bulwark of steel and bone against the advancing undying.

Jutting forth he’d impale into the nape of one lively cadaver, point of the polearm piercing though and out the other side. It too fell as the one prior, though another moved to take the freed gap - no respite given.

((Credit to h1fey))

“The Abyss draws near.”

The plate-clad Redshroud uttered to naught but himself, words strained and droned out to those above. Backpedaling, he retracted his bloodied poleaxe; backplate pressing against the stonework now, the two hordes beginning to converge, barely out of arm’s reach.

Mercer heedlessly discarded the lengthy weaponry, dropped as he vied for the armament at his front - withdrawing a mere arming blade of Aurum.

An outreached arm latched upon his vambrace, grappling it. The man’s sword arm jolted out, slicing to free the plate-clad arm.

The dozens did fall upon the platemailed man, the latter staggering and clattering against the floor and wall. His metal leggings strained and gave inwards as corpse upon corpse smothered him, underlying bones crackling as they were fractured and destroyed.

Even so the Darkstalker buckled and writhed, managing to yield a few off him; many more took their place, arms, maws, and fingers pried at the armor he donned. His armet was forced off, binds broken - they would find not meat and muscle, but a chipped and worn skull.

((Credit to tentaclesandteeth))

Next his chest plate bent and broke, a cage of bone lying underneath the steel. Foreign, vibrant energies seemingly teemed below the ribcage, flickering green that shone between the gaps.

--

The Redshroud could truly do little but watch as that too was broken, hoarse screams and shouts of rage pouring out from his maw, the greater undead to be undone by the lessers.

The Darkstalker always carried his phylactery once finally imparted with it, carrying the crystal upon his being made him feel alive, to prove to himself he was still a mortal man. A twisted hand reached within the broken bones to take it, ripping the crystal from its rightful container.

“End it THEN, CRUSH IT!”

His horrid voice screamed aloud, watching as the mindless of the Abyss looked over the gleaming thing within its vile clutches, moving it upwards, jaws to open - and then..

 Undone

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OOC: Had a lot of fun with this guy in the two years I have played him 2016 - 2018.

Really enjoyed my time spent with the Legio I Ioannes, and was arguably some of the best military RP I have had on the server.

Big thanks to @Lyonharted™ and @Vetren54 for that.

Also would like to thank @Swgrclan and @Geo for continuing the story of my guy, back when the Darkstalker ritual was strictly kept between two people.

The traveling red-cloak was already en route to the seemingly accursed lodge, seeking to find the remnants of his comrades there.

He'd hear the crier upon one of the roads leading down south, only hastening his trek, disgruntled. 

IC

Name: Adrian Richter

Condition you fill: Specialist, Engineer under Klaus (Castellan-Engineer)

Race: Human

OOC

Mcname: Skylez1

Come back to me Jentos, take the alchemy pill.

MC Name: Skylez1

Character's Name: Kaevryn

Character's Age: Around 40?

Character's Race: “Human” (Archon)

What magic(s) will you be learning?: Animii Crafting

Link a MA of a magic your character already uses that is in the same archetype as the magic you are self teaching: N/A

How did you learn this magic(s)?: Kaevryn garnered the inspiration and concept to craft Animii from a lucid dream of sorts. Along with this Kaevryn has constructed several magical and mundane devices and contraptions, generally under the mentorship of Avenel.

Phil has given me the thumbs up for this, I’m sure he could confirm below.

https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forums/topic/172347-dreamer/?tab=comments#comment-1625301

MC name of OOC overseer (Note: they must either have a TA in this magic on any character or be a member of the MT): Niv_Mizzet

Offer an explanation of the magic(s) you are learning: Animii in short are mundane automatons that come in varying shapes and sizes. With a bit of trial and error as well ingenuity one could fasten these amalgamations together, utilizing a multitude of materials such as alchemical fluids, cogs, redstone, tubes, and other bits and bobs. Animii generally require a week to create, though smaller things would require less time, etcetera. The construct’s frame must be sound in order to properly function.   

Provide evidence you've a proper means of learning this magic(s): The sections above should have all the required information. I aided Phil here and there with the lore and have a good understanding it.

Do you have a magic(s) you are dropping due to this app? If so, link it: Yes, be rid me of these magic shackles.

https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forums/topic/166701-arcane-sa-skylezs-voidal-shifting/

https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forums/topic/169991-arcane-ta-skylez-teaches-voidal-shifting/

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https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forums/topic/157951-earth-evocation-sa-kaleb-goltmann/

https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forums/topic/166047-earth-evocation-ta-skylez-teaches-how-to-make-rocks/

I now currently hold 3 magics

Do you agree to keep the MT updated on the status of your magic app by using the Magic List Errors topic?: Yes

Have you applied for this magic on this character before, and had it denied? If so, link the app: No

The haggard blonde spent the night as most others, slumped therein his small laboratory within some device that could be likened to a chair. A multitude of small tubes fed into his skin, connected in turn to some tanks that fed alchemical sustenance 

"I want medicine." He droned aloud in a groggy groan, weakly clutching a vial of blue, what he had come to so heavily rely on these past few years.

Adrian gradually managed to uncork the thing, unable to resist the building need and urge. He passed out thereafter downing the concoction, the craving satisfied for now.

-

"A weak husk." 

"Can we use him?"

These foreign voices ran through him, his eyes did open, though no longer did he reside within his home, but rather some unknown chamber of cogs and machinery. The place rife with things only remotely comparable to Golems, though of metal and not stone. These things stared upon him, scrutinizing over his attire and ragged being, studying the only one carried flesh instead of steel.

"Perhaps, he knows now, time will tell."

-

He'd open his eyes once more, though now within the acquainted place, sweat dotting and running down his features. The man looked over to his desk, bits of metal and tools heedlessly strewn about.

A good addition.

HM.. big think