LucidRain

Btw, Frogger, you might want to start a Discord channel for this. It's a good, quick way to communicate with your players.

"Thanks," Visrii murmurs at the black haired woman. It was much more assuring to have someone look sane helping him than Solomon. He stands in a reclusive corner and holds Climax vertically in front of him. He places his cloak in front of him, and a gold coin to carve the runes out with. Standing as rigidly as a rock, he silently begins the Attunement, white mana flowing out from him and the lady. Enchanted Robe People Involved Materials Used

Wait, we can make our sheets up now? Is there a template or do we just go ahead and make our own?

"Actually, normal people live until 50. Warriors and rogues, no less, unless Death claims them in battle. And no, if you group a bunch of assholes together, you'll find the shittest person is the king." Well, if this transit is just going to be talking a long time, may as well Attune and do something useful, then. He took out a pocket-full of gold coin he carried, and picked a reclusive place to attempt to Attune into this robe. Actually, on second thoughts, I'd probably need help with Attuning, can never be sure in other realms. Visrii looked for people who can help in his Attunement. ((Looking for anyone with moderate-to-high SYN for crafting, please.))

Visrii shrugs. "The oldest of my order reached 5 cycles over quarter-century, and The Fading killed him, and he wasn't even a mage. So I can probably tick off a few cycles and I'll drop off like a stray ember."

"I myself am one short of a quarter century; I guess I am the oldest here then." Visrii nodded.

Visrii widened his crooked smile. "Never said I wasn't a deplorable, did I? In any case, I'd probably die off in a couple years, so no harm in doing shit that matters." Visrii turned to Leon. "That sounds about the trend of it. I ain't the only one who people call Evil. Reavers, for one. They use blood magic, and have been persecuted for decades for their ability, no doubt because of fear and jealousy. But no, there is a distinction of magic, a fine distinction, but a distinction no less. Revenants are magi who refused to die when they had used their souls up in their magic. They sap others' souls to sustain their own life. Lightning has been used exclusively by infamous murderers, those who weave destruction with moral abandon. There isn't evil or good magic. But there's magic people tend to use in evil ways." Visrii nodded. "I can probably do with some improvements to armour, this fight isn't gonna get any easier from here on out."

"Of course, I can cast spells other than Lighting or Fire; simply that I prefer it above all else. In any case, magic in my realm is scarce only because of its cost; your lifespan is shortened."

Visrii looked suspiciously at the offer made by the book-flinger, but took it nonetheless. If he trusted him in battle, he had to trust him outside of it. Visrii never really felt hunger. It was part of the Sigil during the initiation, a 3 month training course without food. They were told to draw power from the flame, not from their bodies. Of course, those that didn't fell off. 17 had died during the Sigil. 3 more, during the final courses. Those 5 that survived learned to stop listening to their hunger until it became an absolute undeniable necessity. ...and now he had attracted that recluse, Leon. The so called 'mercenary', the one with the eyes of scarred guilt. "Fire, in its primal form, is greater than what it appears to be. It is comprised of Chaos, Light and Power. I had simply chosen Chaos, which manifests in the form of Lightning. I was one of the lucky few bastards who managed to channel lightning and not be burnt by its Chaos. Of course, people hate what they cannot covet, and they deem it Evil, though I cannot care less."

Visrii waved dismissively. "Flare like fire and fade like ash. Such is the nature of Cinder."

"I was tired." Visrii put simply. "But seriously, us, the 'saviors' of the multiverse?" Visrii gave a bitter laugh. "The multiverse has championed a cesspool of idiots and rejects against eldritch abominations. Whoever's running this show has a shitty sense of humour."

Stifling silence. "Traitor" A field of eyes "Traitor!" A pyre for the dead "Traitor!" A blade, curved in its macabre grace. "TRAITOR!" Visrii woke up, the phantom sounds still ringing in his ears. "Damn it..." He murmured, feeling weak and tired as if he had been fighting an endless battle. He had fallen asleep again, unwittingly during their transit to the town. Thankfully, it looked like nothing had happened since then. Painfully, Visrii stood up, noting dimly that his wounds had partially recovered from the battle. His ankle was still sore, prickling every time he moved it, but it didn't hinder his ability to walk or run. That was enough. But he also noted something else. Sure, the time was night when he had been sucked into this world, and so he had right to be tired. But the other implications still loomed. He held his head and thought no more of the experience. "Where are we headed?" he asked the group in the room.

"Shit." Visrii growled. If only Wyvis was here, he could just make do with the surrounding wildlife, somehow, and find a cure for everything or something. That guy was a whiz at medicine. "I'd shock him out, but it'll make him dumber than he already is. I'll just have to bandage him up, then." Visrii tightly sealed the wound with a medicinal bandage. As an afterthought, he bandaged the guy's mouth too, in case the guy started to ramble again.

Visrii noticed the 'mercenary' grabbing a ribbon, and the sudden change of subject. Visrii caught on quite quickly. "Well, if you insist." Visrii shrugged. Everyone here was so fucking evasive. Speaking of evasive, however, he noticed that the metal golem's passenger finally took to light, though unfortunately, a drunk Kyle was preaching something to them. The passenger was using some sort of exclusion cloak, and a spell that altered their voice. Considering the amount of effort this passenger put into being aloof, they were either a male who was being chased by someone, or a female who was extremely insecure. Visrii banked on the second option. He had enough of people being chased by other people today. Oh, and the drunk idiot collapsed. "Fucking hell." He murmured, before sitting the stupid git upright. "You there! LOTUS and whatever! You have any more of those flowers?"

Visrii smiled crookedly. "Of course, you're a mercenary. That's the easiest one to get out of trouble, right? But," Visrii finally looked at Leon. "You don't look like a normal merc. You look like someone who used to be more, eh?" Visrii grinned. He knew from personal experience. "So... what did you REALLY do?"

Visrii nodded. "Name's Visrii. Blackflame Visrii. What did you do before you came here?"

Visrii spotted the duel wielder in the corner. "You there! Standing in the corner with two black swords! Who're you?" Visrii didn't even look in his direction.

Visrii sighed, and considered tying the damn Kyle guy up, to save everyone else the trouble with dealing with his drunken stupor. Then again, he hadn't done anything excessively idiotic, yet. "We're gonna probably look for more tasks to do, or get rewards from the villager. Though I'd like to know more about these black phantoms we are dealing with."

"Not that I've ever been to one. My Order was paranoid as fuck, and trusted no-one else with their power. Then again..." Visrii laughed bitterly. "They're sure missed being paranoid about their own people." Visrii looks to Alexandria, as if asking permission to knock this Kyle out.

Visrii rolled his eyes. Seriously, with the exception of Alexandria, the company he got himself into were just a bunch of idiots with a lot of irresponsible power. "Shut it, both of you." Visrii turned to the imp boy. "College is like a school, but bigger. Don't know about the other realms, though."

"College? All we have at college is, well, not 'progaming'. Shit about lightwater and revenants and whatnot. I'm pretty sure you're the most knowledgeable out of all of us here, on this 'progaming'."

Visrii scoffed at Kyle. "And they say I'm the foolish one..." Visrii turned to the book flinger. "You go ahead and get beer. There are better things to do for the rest of us."

"Most likely back to the town. We probably should talk back to the villagers, see if they've got any more problems and such." Visrii sits behind the Kyle person, the halberd tip hanging upwards. It wasn't dangerous, but just intimidating. "You probably should be more careful with your weapons. Unless you want to lose your legs by being slapped by a giant metal hand."

"Humans don't catch fire, Alexandria. We die, which on all accounts, isn't much better." Visrii nodded towards the driver seat. "You want to take controls? I'll handle this 'Kyle' if he gets unwieldy."

Visrii Change Log Points moved from INT and CON to 1 Points to DEX and 2 Points to RES. Added Ascendant Power to Crownbreaker's Mark, grants 1 SYN every 2 Levels. Lowered SYN requirements for SYN bonuses.