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Latvian Gambit (Alric Please)

Postby Gossamer on April 3rd, 2022, 10:29 pm

It took a whole lot to impress Tall Johnny. He had expected the man to put up a protest at his judgement. Instead, he offered him another piece of the story before quietly accepting Tall Johnny’s judgement and quietly getting to work. Alric didn’t complain. Instead, he went about selecting his team, familiarizing himself with their workings, and talking to them in the way a leader would. However, he delegated and asked advice which left to his own devices and naturally gathered the small team he had and got them on the same boat. Tall Johnny actually physically watched Alric get the four men he selected on his side by giving them control, letting them add their opinions, and then heeding their advice while not turning the project over to any one of them.

He immediately sent a runner to his announcer with some last-minute instructions and found himself rooting for Kalas’ son. That tidbit of information had shocked him inwardly though outwardly he’d shown no signs. Everyone knew of the legend of the Mortanis that had left the Mortanis and lived. It wasn’t just about the hiding from the organization, but it was the fact that somehow, he had hidden from a Goddess who produced pain in her followers on a daily basis if they didn’t commit acts she delegated. Kalas had been built up to be immortal, with incredible pain tolerance. And he’d defied a Goddess who should have had the ability to track him anywhere bearing his marks.

It made Tall Johnny look twice at Alric. Not because he’d claimed that he stood shoulder to shoulder with Gods. Tall Johnny had a secret and that secret was that he had access to things that clued him in when people lied. Nothing Alric said was a lie. Not even the biggest bomb of all. The man stood at the railing in his private booth, not even taking a seat during the entire fight, just thinking things through. In his private booth he could survey his entire kingdom and it really made him think about how things could change in an instant. Something just walked through his back door today that he couldn’t actually put a label on and couldn’t neatly categorize or understand. And when he’d punished the man for his desire to potentially tear apart his establishment, the man had taken the judgement with grace and was following through.

The fight went as Tall Johnny thought it would. He was proud of his gladiators. They were showmen as well as incredible athletes, and Alric had selected some of the best. The desert bred men had specific ways of fighting and because of that were somewhat unadaptable in situations they weren’t comfortable in. They’d put up a hell of a fight as well when the guards had escorted them down to their own holding area. Their leader was a pompous ass. He had the arrogance of an outsider that had already judged Sunberth and found it wanting. His men knew they were in a life and death situation. Iganth’s men hadn’t realized it yet.

He suspected Alric understood the seriousness of the fight.

But what the Benshira didn’t know was that Sunberth tempered men and women. The city molded them and made them so much stronger than they would have been elsewhere. The city was as much of a mental game of survival as it was a physical game. And because of that fact, Sunberth was a stepping stone for most people unless they truly embraced the life and breath of the city and made it their slave. Tall Johnny had done that. So had many others. He knew the minute his men faced the desert men with Alric and this Iganth standing opposite, that he was looking at the winners and losers. It had little to do with skill and everything to do with mindset. His men stood beside the stranger in solidarity. Iganth stood before his men owning them. But they were disquiet. That told Tall Johnny that he might have owned their bodies but their hearts and minds weren’t in it.

James, Ballak, Hunter and Oscar did Tall Johnny proud. He made a mental note to pay them not double, but triple because the crowd was already going wild. Wild in Tall Johnny’s was a level above and beyond and the coin was flying. The owner looked over at his gamemaster who was standing on a small podium above where the bets were being placed and they caught each other’s eye. The gamemaster Trenton gave him a slight nod and his lips curved upwards slightly, indicating what Tall Johnny had suspected. This would be a record haul.

The fighters arranged themselves and before the Benshira and the fight began. Besides Tall Johnny – who had just moments ago stood in his booth alone – forms materialized out of the semi darkness at the back of it. The trio walked forward and joined Tall Johnny, ranged around them. The man glanced on either side of him, met the eyes of the only entity Alric had yet to encounter, and nodded.

“You did good.” The man said, and offered Tall Johnny a smile of approval. The other two individuals Tall Johnny hadn’t met, but he’d been around enough to know what he was dealing with. The man nodded to the bigger of the two gentlemen standing next to Tall Johnny at the front of the booth. “Vas… and Croix.” He introduced. “This is Tall Johnny.” He finished the introductions, and together the four people turned and watched the fight.

“They like their own winning. Say what you will about Sunberth, but Sunberth is loyal to Sunberth.” Croix said thoughtfully. Tall Johnny nodded, agreeing with what Croix said. The first man offered him a smile.

“But if you pit Sunberth to Sunberth, it’s the survival of the fittest. The loyalty dies quickly.” He added. The man was strange, short with a bald head and a physic that wasn’t like the two others. He was soft with jowls and a belly that was rotund. Tall Johnny showed him deference though, a lot of it, and had a respectful gleam in his eye when he spoke to the shorter man.

“He claims he’s the son of Kalas. He believes he’s speaking the truth.” Tall Johnny said to the shorter man. It was more of a question but it was as if Tall Johnny wouldn’t ask him outright. The other two watched on curiously as the first Benshira fell to one of James’ javelins. It wasn’t until Ballack took another one with his spear that Vas turned and answered Tall Johnny’s question.

“Yes, it’s a true story. The whole thing. Kalas walked away from The Mortanis and lived to pass on his bloodline. Alric is really his son.” The big man said, just as another Benshira died by a spear. “That boy has been through more than most. He’s still going through it.” James was down, then shortly thereafter Ballak fell too… not critically, but still fairly out of the match for the moment. Both had put on good showings and it wasn’t by far the worst injuries they’d sustained under Tall Johnny’s employment. Which was a good thing, because if he lost them, Tall Johnny would be pissed.

The shorter man familiar to Tall Johnny turned to the others. “It’s astonishing, isn’t it? He’s been around none of his family or his kind and yet look at the control he has over his power and how much it radiates? I can see why Sran’tuka wants him. But he’s a fool. He wants his body not his mind and that’s a mistake. I think it will cost him in the end.” The stranger said.

Tall Johnny glanced curiously at the man, then looked back at Alric as if looking with fresh eyes. “He’s a mage, isn’t he?” The man stated as Oscar and Iganth engaged and Tall Johnny’s man went staggering, getting in a last-minute hamstring strike through Iganth’s leg.

Surprisingly, it was Vas that answered. “Not exactly. Can he use his djed and is he aware of his power? Yes… its slowly waking up in him and he’s slowly beginning to use it. But he’s been incredibly slow at accepting and even welcoming it. He’s not yet defining himself as a mage, and that was at one time one of the early indicators of insanity. If he accepts it soon and fully utilizes it automatically like he say breathes… then he’ll be a mage. He needs more of a support system. Alone, mages fall prey to their own weaknesses and he has plenty of them. It’s good he found the other Nymkarta. She will be a factor in him forcing to balance himself and be the leader his entire bloodline has been bred to be. He needs more though… more people to lead, to protect, to bond too. When that happens, he will find his stability.” Vas said firmly.

Tall Johnny glanced at him, curious. “No… he’s not destined to be one of my followers. He’s too edgy to get involved with all the possibilities that could be. I think Croix wants him though. So do many others. Ultimately it will be his choice. But whomever takes him will get a boost.” Vas said thoughtfully.

Croix looked actually cross. “That’s not why I want him. I’m just going to keep tabs on him and I want to make sure he eliminates Sran’tuka because I’m not sure anyone else can at this point. We all know what happens if we let another rise to the point he’s at. Galifor was bad enough. Sran’tuka will be far worse. We need to take the lessons of the past to heart. Besides, I think Alric has more mischief in him than he likes to admit. A little bit of my moxy added in will do him a huge world of good. And you can’t tell me you both don’t want to see what he could do with your djed and the essence of your spheres. I’m no different. Humans interact in the world with such different way than we do. It’s been a long time we’ve had one to worry about and another that we are trying to groom to eliminate a problem. Besides, he reminds me a lot of Rideon. He’s one of my favorite priests. Alric is enough like him they could be brothers… though Rideon’s an Isur. That Pitrius has done more with Magecrafting than any living being today and possibly he’s better at it than most of the old Alahean Mages.” Croix said.

“I’ve been there. He runs On The Edge, doesn’t he? Out at the Southern Boarderpost in Kalea.” Vas asked, looking thoughtful. “That window was your work wasn’t it?” He said, referencing the incredibly huge window that ran the length of Rideon’s bar that changed it’s view to display incredibly fantastical views from all over Mizahar and from all time frames. It changed moment to moment and was actually very famous in Kalea. “How old is he anyhow?” Vas asked.

Croix laughed at Vas’ question. “Far older than he looks. My favorites tend not to age and die do they?” He said thoughtfully. The third man, the one that Tall Johnny knew best, laughed as well then nodded in agreement.

More action happened, and the whole place was roaring as the Sunberth natives dispatched the Benshira through good old-fashioned teamwork and a tad bit of luck. The quartet watched on even as Tall Johnny’s smile grew. “The House is making some money tonight.” Tall Johnny offered, then glanced at his gamemaster across the room and down one level. The man was openly smiling now. “Really good money in fact.” He added, a fleeting smile crossing his face as well.

Then it was over. The last Benshira fell and the guards were opening the gates and seeing to the gladiators who were being carried out by those who still could walk. They retreated back through the small tunnel that led to the prep area where there were healers and fellow fighters waiting. Croix and Vas were also there, along with Tall Johnny and someone else. The runner that had taken Tall Johnny’s messages to the announcer re-appeared with a large bag that he handed to Alric. “Do you need a healer?” The facility owner asked, even as Croix stepped up to Alric and the whole world seemed to recede back into the background. Only Croix and Vas stood there a moment. Jade was still in the corner, but he too faded back as Croix approached. He reached out and cupped a hand around Alric’s neck, stroking the back of it near his hairline.

“You did well. I will honor my word to you. It’s already done. The Mortanis will bother you no longer.” He said, and pulled his hand away. There was a mark left on the back of Alric’s neck after Croix’ touch, that of a Vildani. It was a sort of fancy slash, with a sort of spiral wrapping around it and ending in a star. It was small, only a little bigger than a thumb print, but it was still raised and the distinctive first mark of Ionu. “Take a little something of me with you.” He said to Alric. “It’s part thanks and part invitation in case you need me again. I’ll come chat with you any time, for nothing is finished yet and there is far more to come.” He added, shaking his head sadly. “Eyris’ mark might help you some, but you’ll need allies of other sorts. Let me be one of the first. My friends call me Croix, but I am formally known as Ionu. Thank you for taking out the commander. He’s just another head of a multiple headed snake, but every blow we deal to Sran’tuka is a positive step. My divine magic will help you along the way. Use it wisely.” He stated, then stepped back.

Vas did nothing, simply watched, then eventually gestured to Jade. “He might tag along with you for a while. Whether you hold his interest and his friendship will be another thing entirely. Gasvik are fickle, and I don’t hold them to my wishes. They go where they will. But they can be strong allies and even better friends. A pair guarded me for a thousand years while I slumbered in the blood of my offspring. They made sure those offspring survived and thrived so I could return one day. If you play your cards right, you can potentially earn Jade’s loyalty as well. He’s far more than he looks… stronger than men, larger than men, and more intelligent.” Vas said, then glanced at Jade who narrowed his eyes at the God. The big man laughed, walked over to the Gasvik, and gave him a hug. “Keep an eye out on him, will you? Find some common ground.” He advised, then stepped back. The Gasvik gave him an affectionate hug back, his wings wrapping around the other man momentarily. Jade wasn’t the first Gasvik he’d offered to a mortal. Whether Alric accepted or not was up to him.

Finally, Tall Johnny stepped forward. The man with him said nothing and did nothing, his interest in Alric limited. But the man dug into his pocket and pulled forth a set of golden six-sided dice. He offered them to Alric. “Mind you, these are pretty useless in a surprise attack, but once per day you may roll them to improve your luck on anything.” He added. “Roll them twice and your luck will fail you equally as bad. They should last a year or two depending on how well you safeguard them.” He added. “This is me giving you a cut of tonight’s winnings. I was going to offer you cut of the house profits, but as my companion over here suggested, these will be far more useful. Thank you for making tonight’s events lively.” Tall Johnny said sincerely. “You are welcome here anytime, Alric.” He added, then turned, smiled, and disappeared with the shorter heavier man at his side into the crowd.

Vas and Croix…no, Ionu… were already gone. Only Jade remained, lurking on the edge of his vision, watchful. Alric was free to go. There would be nothing limiting him from walking up the steps to the main Casino floor… gambling, getting a bite to eat or a drink, but he could also simply head home for the evening.

His task here was done and evidently the Gods were also done with him. Croix would stay true to his word and the Mortanis would completely forget about his existence.

Alric would find Lys standing with Jade just outside the doors of Tall Johnny, unharmed and slightly confused.

OOC :
I suggest you post a wrap up post, ask any questions you want of anyone before they leave… though Jade is just about the only one left to ask questions of after everyone departs. Jade will stay with you. Lys will be able to see him as well. If he favors her more, he might attach himself to her instead of you. Otherwise you have about a six foot tall gargoyle looking companion that no one can see following you. He is capable of combat (on his own terms) and could carry in flight someone as small as Lys easily in the air in his arms.

You may treat the Gasvik as an NPC. I will not reveal his skillset but you can discover it over time.

The item Tall Johnny gave to you is golden set of Dice of Luck. You roll the dice before making a major action and they provide you with just a little luck. In discord chat, if you decide you want to roll them…. once per day… you can roll a !roll 2d6… and take whatever number that gives you… say 1+5 and add a fifteen to any roll you are doing in chat. This is once per day and if you do it a second time, it will work the same way, but take off whatever score you get in a roll … so say you roll a 4+5 in a 2d6 roll… that’s a negative 45 to whatever the !roll 1d100 is. These dice give you a modifier. Rolling them a third or more roll a day gives you no dice roll modifiers.

You have the first mark of Ionu now.

As always, see me for questions.


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Latvian Gambit (Alric Please)

Postby Alric Lysane on April 4th, 2022, 3:34 pm

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It was with a buoyed sense of selves that the small group half-limped their way out of the Pit, the roars filling them to bursting, the feeling of being alive, of being important, swelling within each of them that were conscious for a few more moments. As the doors closed and they got into the barracks style tunnels the noises faded, though the thumping of boots and all else still followed them, dust shook free from the walls to fall upon everyone in waves, as if a giant heartbeat were proving the building itself were alive. They were surrounded by other fighters, congratulating them upon living for another day – though mostly the other fighters more than Alric, and he was fine with that. They knew them better and he was just glad they had all lived.

“No, not yet. We’ll see to the others first, I’ll live long enough to be seen after, though I probably need a new shirt” he told the healer that approached, taking the bag offered and letting James’ weight be taken by them and hobble away towards a corner somewhere.

He almost flinched backwards as Croix appeared, grasping out for the back of his neck, but he was too tired from the day’s emotional upheavals to do much more than accept whatever was going to happen. Despite the fact that he had done as he had been asked to he was still slightly surprised that the god was pleased, so far he was getting a sense of mischief from him – the whole thing had started with a brawl and kidnapping after all. Instead, though, he was suddenly overwhelmed and his senses flashed bright for a few moments before receding, sensations familiar from his meeting with Eyris and when it was finished the almost double sensation, at feeling the god there right next to him as well as himself, told him what had happened – he had been marked. The knowledge imparted with it flooded his mind, glazing his eyes for a moment before he returned to reality and met the god's gaze.

“Ionu…I was still trying to figure out who you were. Should’ve asked that question instead,” he smiled tiredly, feeling the mark for a few moments when Croix had pulled away, “thanks for telling me about him. It…felt good to do something to fight back for once. Even if the entire evening was all over the place it ended well. I suppose, though, that you all had some fun watching it play out. Perhaps, one day, you and these other allies will help me to see things differently to how I saw them at the evening’s onset…though so much has changed already, it feels. Funny…I’ve never been wise” he snorted softly in amusement.

They were, the both of them, simple and complex at the same time, it struck him. Croix held the sparkle of mischief in his eyes and now he had revealed who he was, why the evening had not gone by any sort of discernible pattern – much like the god himself - came to be understood. He had the sense that, when the complex parts of his future started to rear their heads, then Croix would appear, in some guise or another, to help. There was a different energy about him, now Alric had the chance to not be tensed up and defensive, that seemed different to what he might think a remote deity would feel. He was personable and warm, in his own way, and seemed to leave future meetings lingering in the air between them.

Alric was, however, visibly surprised at the discussion regarding Jade, and the idea that the Gasvik would tag along on his adventures gave him pause. He had the sense that Jade didn’t like him much, or thought much of him, and so he wasn;t sure he liked the idea – especially given the fact that he believed in freedom, that Jade should decide for themselves. Vas seemed to indicate that he would, though, and so perhaps if Alric truly annoye him then he might just leave. Somewhere, though, deep down underneath the surface of the night’s emotions, there was a slight relief that someone with some power and knowledge would be watching over him and Lys – even if they didn’t like the mission for now. He looked at Jade and nodded, making a silent promise to try to make the Gasvik welcome, though he couldn’t promise he wouldn’t frustrate him, he seemed to have that effect.

“If he wishes, he would be welcome,” he said after a few moments of consideration on how to word things, “I don’t think he thinks much of me. But he’s honest and that means more than anything else. Perhaps I can change his mind about me…and I’d be thankful for the extra set of eyes over myself and Lys. I don’t think things will get much easier from here on out”

“We live in interesting times, Tall Johnny, thanks for doing what you did for me,” he said, taking the dice offered and putting them into a pouch at his belt as he met the man’s gaze and then looked at the other man he didn’t recognise with curiosity that Johnny declined to satiate, but with a smile, “I’ll use the front door from now on, and I won’t forget what you did for me. You probably have better people to help you out with things but if you need something done that I can do, then I’ll do it. Anyone can find me at Ruby’s” he nodded the offer, the man turning and leaving with the portly stranger.

And then he was alone with Jade, the fighters already getting tended to by some of the more medically inclined and Alric leaned against the wall with a sigh, pinching his brow as the pain of the slashes across his front started to make themselves known now that the high of the fighting had begun to ebb away. He was tired and he had to find Lys, who he was fairly certain was still curled up in the chair he had left her in and now probably visible. But first he had people to thank and look after, they deserved it. And so, he spent some time making sure that the team who had fought alongside him were okay, that wounds were clean and tended to. He sent for, and got, several bottles of fiery drink and clunked together wooden tankards in his thanks for their help. They were surprisingly cheerful with him despite having gotten injured for him, all but forcing him to sit down and have his own injured cleaned and stitched up before he was finally able to leave them to get drunk with his procurements.

“Let’s go and get Lys then Jade, I assume you know where she is…you’ll have to lead me…please…I’m past proper thinking at this point” he sighed as he slowly made his way up the stairs and towards the exit.

“I’m not fetching anything for you, but I will take you to the girl, she isn’t at fault for your mistakes. Surprising that they didn’t mind your company, perhaps they haven’t spent enough time with you” Jade told him and he chuckled back before the stitches were tugged at and he groaned.

“I know you don’t really want to be around me Jade, you just like Vas enough to put up with me. But…hopefully…you’ll not hate me by the end of the journey. And if you still do…well you can’t always get what you want. Of that, this night, has shown me quite clearly”

“But you got what you need”

“Yes…there is that I suppose”

It was a short journey to retrieve Lys, who wasn’t asleep and instead almost bowled him over with her hug before she heard his hisses and she pulled back with a concerned look. She had heard most of what had happened, and her eyes were fearful, but he hugged her gently and reassured her things were okay, that they’d talk but that now wasn’t the time. They returned to the Outpost apartments and both had something good to drink before Alric lit his pipe and she fell asleep on the couch next to him. As smoke curled around his face, and he watched the fire Lys had helped make, he could see Jade watching silently in the corner, saying nothing.

He had the feeling that it was going to be an even longer season than he had thought at its outset. He looked upon the letter Taz had left for him since his last visit and played the words through his mind with some sadness. A longer season, indeed.


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Latvian Gambit (Alric Please)

Postby Gossamer on April 15th, 2022, 1:38 am

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Experience Earned
Intimidation +2, Socialization +5, Observation +5, Childcare +2. Leadership +5, Brawling +3, Interrogation +5, Persuasion +5, Storytelling +3, Geography +2, Philosophy +4, Teaching +2, Logic +5, Rhetoric +3, Planning +5, Tactics +4, Negotiations +3, Subterfuge +2, Flux +1, Broadsword +3

Lores Earned
Intimidation: Fending Off Threats To A Ward, Childcare: Dealing With Ward/Work life Balance, Croix: Appearance and Mannerism, Vas: Appearance and Mannerism, Jade: Appearance and Mannerism, Interrogation: Being Interrogated, Interrogation: Interrogating The Interrogator, Storytelling: Recounting One’s Life Story, Persuasion: Asking A God For Answers, Interrogation: Interrogating A God, Geography: The Pre-Valterrian Map, Geography: The Post Valterrian Map, Nymkarta: Two In Sunberth, Worldwide >20, Nymkarta: What It Means To Be One, Nymkarta: No Finer Scholars Warriors Or Mages, Treval: Home of The Nymkarta, Knew Very Little Poverty, Had Sewers And High Employment, Pavena: In Ruins, Alric: Westfall’s Line, Alric: Zatani Djedline, Lys: Westfall’s Line, Sunberth: Shadow of Treval; Last Place Someone Would Look, Mortanis: Krysus Driving Them Insane, Kalas: Escaped The Mortanis, Kalas: Infamous, Alric: Mortanis Want Him As A Replacement For Kalas, Nymkarta: Long-Lived Line, Best Of The Best, Philosophy: Life; A Journey To Answer The Question “Who Am I”, Nymkarta: Masters Of Power, Stable Sane People, Nymkarta: Present Day Reputation Product Of Smear Campaign, Rhysol: Behind The Valterrian, Mortanis: Assassins for Krysus, Alric: Has Seen The Possibility Of Being A Future Mortanis/What It Would Be Like, Persuasion: Why Growing Up In Sunberth Sucked, Croix/Vas: Vex Krysus At Every Oportunity, Krysus: Has Caused Croix/Vas And Others A Great Deal Of Trouble, Kova: The Real Truth About Her Life & Sacrifice, Westfall: Kova’s Brother, Westfall: Sacrificed His Life Saving Most Of His Family, Alahea: Thrived Under The Nymkarta, Rhysol: God Of Evil And Chaos, Gasvik: Appearances & Mannerisms; Vas’ Gargoyle-like Creatures, Kalas: Left Alric Where He Would Grow Up Strong/Thrive, Yshul: Put Alric In A Mage’s Path, Krysus: Murder Pain Torture Goddess, Vas: Can Show Possibilities Of The Future, Alric: Knows What Being Trice-Marked By Krysus Feels Like, Florentin Arcadius: Meeting The Real Man In Spirit, Interrogation: Demanding Answers From Florentin Arcadius, Kalas: Known By Legend, Not By Personal Acquaintance, Kalas: Still Alive, Alric Can Still Know Him, Sylir: The Gods Miss Him; Would Let Him Sacrifice Himself All Over Again, Croix: Requests You Kill Mortanis On Sight; Not Save, Mortanis: Beyond Redemption, Krysus: Baby Goddess Protected By Other Gods Including Rhysol, Arcadius: Vessle for A Monster, Florentin Arcadius: Very Angry At, Croix: Knows Alric Was Inducted In The Outpost By Arcadius’ Granddaughter, Arcadius: Doesn’t Know Both Granddaughters Lived, Arcadius: Demanded Of The Gods Why They Hadn’t Stopped The Bodysnatcher, Arcadius: Resists The Body Snatcher At Every Turn, Kois: Laid Waste To By The Bodysnatcher; In Shambles As A Tribe, Teaching: Instructing One’s Enemies The Facts Of Events They Didn’t Understand, Alric: Biggest Problem Is Ignorance, Arcadius: Was Taken Because Of Fatigue, Dreamwalkers: Can Walk The Chavi Of People, Can Alter The Chavi Of People, Nysel: God OF Dreams, Nysel: Selfish Sharing Power, Kalas: Burned Himself Out Fighting Krysus, Kalas: Survived Draining His Djedpool – Mostly Impossible, Gods: To Arrogant To See, Humans: Each Generation Get Stronger, Humans: Get Stronger Because They Breed Fast And Live Life Fast, Alric: As Strong As Ancient Nymkarta, Sran’tuka: Alric’s True Enemy, Bloodline Armsrace: Bloodline Competition To Be The Best Created Stronger Mages Over Time, Nymkarta: Cherry-Picked From Best Bloodlines To Infuse As Much Power As Possible Into Their Family, Alric: Free Because He’s Strong Or Lucky, Alric: Can Take Out Sran or Make Him A Stronger Figure, Alric: Vas Feels He’s Pigheaded Stubborn, Philosophy: The Right Of Power, Sran’tuka: Right Of Power Can Defeat Him, Sran’tuka: Has Artifact That’s An Ancient Medical Device He Used To Take Over Bodies, Alric: Natural Endowments Are A Result Of The Pressures Of Competition and Challenge Based On Innovation And Aggression, Serana: Barren By Sran, Kalas: Gifted Alric His Power Plus His Mother’s Nymkarta Blood, Sran’s Artifact: Medical Device, Pre-Valterrian Used To Store The Souls Of People With Extreme Wounds Until Their Wounds Healed Enough To Restore Them To Their Bodies, Kois: Scattered Worldwide By Sran, Croix: Wants Alric To Kill The Arcadius Lieutenant, Croix: Will Make The Mortanis Forget Alric’s Existence If He Kills The Lieutenant, Iganth: Arcadius’ Lieutenant, Iganth: Means Cold Wind, Rhetoric: Telling Arcadius Off, Alric: Would Be Worthless Raised In A Court, Sunberth: Full Of Scholarship, Alric: His Riches Listed – Awareness of His Past, Incredible Sense Of Self, Love, Family, Fortune of Magical Items, Alric: Feels Sorry For Himself, Philosophy: Wanting Peace Isn’t A Weakness, Assuming There Will Be Peace Is, Arcadius: Loves His People, Loves His Family, Arcadius: Grateful To Alric For Not Turning His Back, Sran: His Reckoning Will Come, Kalas/Serana: Still Alive Because They Are Worthy Adversaries, Not Because They Are Useless, The Gods: Can’t Directly Interfere, The Gods: Can Use Pawns, Slip In Wildcards, Drop Hints, Leave Marks, Carve Unsuspected Pathways. Alric: You Are A Wildcard, Sran: Can Be Waited Out/Doesn’t Have To Be Confronted, Alric: Can Take A Life And Be Reverent Of It, Jade: Sent With Alric To Assist Him, Jade: Will Take Simple Directions, Sunberth: Hates Outsiders, Tactics: Playing Up Sunberth’s Natural Tendencies, Lily: Appearance And Mannerisms, Tall Johnny: Appearance And Mannerisms, Lily: Tall Johnny’s Girlfriend, Gladiator Team: Hunter, Oscar, Ballak and James (Appearances And Mannerisms), Ovek: Appearance And Mannerisms, Iganth: Beheaded By Alric, Ionu: Croix Is The God of Illusions, Vildani: Ionu/Croix’s Mark, Illusionism: Its Full Usage At One Mark



Rewards:
  • Companion Gasvik Named Jade – Will Take Simple Orders, Can’t Be Seen By Most People, Will Stay/Leave Based On How You Develop Its Relationship With You IC.
  • One Mark Of Ionu
  • Tall Johnny's Good Favor
  • Dice Of Luck - You roll the dice before making a major action and they provide you with just a little luck. In discord chat, if you decide you want to roll them…. once per day… you can roll a !roll 2d6… and take whatever number that gives you… say 1+5 and add a fifteen to any roll you are doing in chat. This is once per day and if you do it a second time, it will work the same way, but take off whatever score you get in a roll … so say you roll a 4+5 in a 2d6 roll… that’s a negative 45 to whatever the !roll 1d100 is. These dice give you a modifier. Rolling them a third or more roll a day gives you no dice roll modifiers.
  • 400 GM - (500 GM in Winnings minus 100 GM lost buying the house drinks)
  • Mortanis lose all memory of your existence.

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Thank you for the thread. You earned far more experience than was awarded, but I was forced to cap most of it at 5. Next time we should break a thread like this up a bit. If you have any questions, concerns, or feel I missed anything feel free to PM or DM me about it.


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