/builders/ - Hero and Nation Builders!

>>21589

Name: Miguel Voksheim

Race: Human

Gender: Male

Color: Blue

Character Background: Miguel is Magi-Engineer and tinkerer for the Empire. Stationed at Fort Inemir upon the front with the Theocracy. In charge of keeping the cannons, Clockwork soldiers, Lumia lances, and Arcana Catapults working. At the edge of an important pass into large farmland of the Empire the fort is attacked often, but usually driven off by the army just as fast. As such Miguel was usually bored, so he would tinker away with different guns and Magi-tech. During his lifetime he was able to invent the Lumina Rifle, a hand held version of the Lumina lance. Miguel was slain by assassins shortly after this invention.

Planar Background: Siena was a plane of magic and technology. In the current age the Age of Gunpowder has begun. Armies have begin to only be supplied with gunpowder weapons, and the dominant religion of Zykon's Way believed that magic was evil and should be purged from the world. These nations made up the Theocratic Alliance of Zykon. Empowered by holy powers and constructs their armies marched to take the world. In the West is the Dintral Empire. Ruled by the Star Emperor, a sorcerer of great power and age, who is believed to be of the blood of the gods. They hold against the Theocracy's invasion through arcane magic and constructs augmenting their armies and cannons. Upon the New Lands in the East are the United Tribes. Shamanistic peoples who lack gunpowder weapons not looted or traded for. With their lands being colonized by both the Empire and the Theocracy they have called upon the old magics of the spirits to fight. Old spirits of the wood, treants, and empowered warriors fight for the Union. War rages on and new spells and technology is created all the time. Who knows when it shall end, and who shall be the victor.

Name: Samuel Volksteen

Race: Human

Gender: Male

Color: Purple

Character Background: The Volksteen family were considered undertakers and royal stichers for the immortal king. They are considered to be only in the dregs of the crypts and only have minor influence in the royal courts of the immortal king. Samuel is infact the youngest and when he came to age became a undertaker. But he had considerable skills in the art of the dead raising them unintentionally. He was picked up by royal scholars to hone his skills.

Samuel was a up and coming student of the dead arts. The Volksteens tried to finally have their word in the royal court. But however that all change once the cataclysm started. Zealots of holy fire defile the ancestors and tried to usurp the immortal king. Samuel fought a paladin welding a flaming sword to deny access to the royal crypts. As they both fought the paladin gained a upper hand as he used fire to blind Samuel but Samuel sacrificed himself to plague the paladin with a sickness.

Planar Background: Savkovlakia is a plane of crypts due to most holy wars and insurrections. The Immortal King was once a part of the order of knights who'll practice necromancy. As the old king proven to be corrupt and ineffectual, the immortal king slain him and made himself a lich to rule these lands until they could be stable. So far the immortal king brings others to his side through trade and diplomatic relations.

But the immortal king had many enemies in the royal court many of which want to burn his corpse and many of other corpses as well. They seek to outlaw necromancy and the impure stitching because of the supposed effects on the soul. Some of the radicals even would burn corpses and desecrate tombs retaining some history before the wars. But they're slowly going toward a scientific renaissance due to some discoveries due to the Lich-scientists and human sorcerers discovering some lost alchemical formulas and even a few elements that don't require nature and the dead.

>>21589

Name(What name were you bound by before you found your way here?): Tindarion Bittermoon

Race(The form of your flame molds to a shape, even as starstuff.): Elf

Gender(Are you a male or female? Perhaps your race is without?): Male

Color(As little more than will, you appear a mass of color, roughly holding your form.): Grey

Character Background(Tell about your time before The Nexus.): Tindarion was born, raised and trained to be a servant to the High King of Silvarasnir in the plane of Tingulon. From birth he was trained as an assassin and anti-magus, for magic is ever present in every facet of Tingulon. Tindarion served as a troubleshooter and problem eraser, removing threats and dissidents so the kingdom may thrive. Tindarion served with distinction for seven hundred years, unknown by most and feared by many, a shadow of death left by him and his work. It was a lonely, spartan existence, but he took solace in his service making the kingdom safe.

All that changed one day when he was sent to kill an Inquisitor. He stalked her for days, for her guard was almost always up and she was never alone. However no one is perfect, and Tindarion looked into every aspect of her life. It was there that he found something in her project notes. The Master of Shadows, the man who gave him his missions, had been secretly killing of loyal members of the High kings court to set up a Coup. The evidence was circumstantial but it fit too well for Tindarion to ignore. After extricating himself from the Inquisitor's rooms, he went after the Master. The hunt and fight was long and bloody, many of his brethren fell by his blade, but the finale ended with himself and Master dueling atop the Obsidian tower. Tindarion was victorious, his blade taking off the head of the man he once obeyed. However his enemy used many poisoned weapons and Tindarion had taken many wounds. He died shortly there after, barely leaving a short note attempting to explain the why.

Planar Background(Surely your world was different as well? Tell about it.): Tingulon is a hyper magical world. Elves in their forests and great spires, fight and stuggle against Dragon in their mountain lairs, who sneer at the aquatic coral cities of the merfolk, who prey upon the Orcs and golbins in their badlands from the river. Destruction and creation abounds, maps and terrain redrawn by the century if not by year. War both hot and cold abound and every race struggles for itself.

Name: Azgog Troll King of Durandor

Race: Troll

Gender: Male

Color: Black

Character Background: Azgog son of Gar was the greatest of Trolls to walk the land of Durandor respected by few but feared by all. Before Azgog Trolls were merely another group of unorganized beasts hiding in their dens from the larger predators and terrorizing anything smaller than they. Azgog brought them glory as he was blessed with a mind like a steel trap and strength that let him tear down any foe he faced. Over the 500 years of his life Azgog united the trolls as a raging horde pillaging from the intelligent races and taking down the great monsters taking their riches as his own. As time passed and his horde dispersed to try and fail at their own glory Azgog descended in to decadence as he took tithes from the races of men that were forgetting the terror of his reign and leaving his lair to only remind the extra forgetful why they gave him tithes. This continued until the paragon of humanity was born and started his legend by slaying the great troll lord and freeing his people from under the monsters heel.

Planar Background:Durandor is a land of Wild Magics where monsters roam free and the races of man cower behind their walls. The act of wielding magic is taught to no man as it's nature prevents control, it instead is attained at birth by the lucky few who are either blessed or born to the right species of monster. Trolls are a minor race of monsters wholly unable to wield magic instead posessing a natural resistance to it and an unnatural regeneration allowing bones to set and flesh to mend in minutes from wounds that would cripple for life or take months to heal in the races of man.

>>21589

Name(What name were you bound by before you found your way here?): King Tyrald the Magnificent, second of his name, lord of the house of Jourgald, protector of the realm.

Race(The form of your flame molds to a shape, even as starstuff.): A rather old looking skeleton, dressed in regal robes and ornaments. However, a large sword sticks through his back.

Gender(Are you a male or female? Perhaps your race is without?): Male

Color(As little more than will, you appear a mass of color, roughly holding your form.): Crimson

Character Background(Tell about your time before The Nexus.): King Tyrald the Magnificent was once the king of the mighty nation of Alboros, a proud and splendid country. The son of the king before him, king Yorrick the wise, Tyrald began his rule when his father peacefully died in his slumber. Tyrald however, would not earn the same fate. Beginning his reign rather benevolently, he quickly betrayed himself as a cruel, unmerciful and witty tyrant. Ruling with a mix of madness and fear, he slaughtered any who would go against him, using his surprising oratory skills and charisma to help charm the court to support his illogical decisions. However, he could not talk his way out of everything. After terrible decision after terrible decision, he was soon at war with every neighbor and his kingdom in open revolt.

Unable to match the enemies numbers with humans alone, Tyrald turned to his equally mad royal magicians. Twisted by the magics they held, they taught the king the ability to animate and command large swathes of Golems and other magically controlled beings. However, aa it turned out, simple cloth dummys and dolls proved far more effective when it came to the combat of the day, thanks to their unquestionable(albeit, rude and vulgar nature as war puppets) loyalty. Armed with muskets and cannons, and led by the few loyalists to the king, they successfully turned the tide of the war, pushing out the enemy, and even conquering a few neighbors.

However, on the night of his final victory, Tyrald met his timely end. Poisoned, shot, beaten, stabbed, Drowned then thrown into a inferno. His power gone, the dummy armies fell apart, and the fell mages who taught the king were executed. The loyalists soon followed these fates, as the rebels quickly counter attacked and slaughtered the defenseless citizenry. All mentions and images depicting the king were either vandalized or destroyed, his reign supposedly ended forever..

Planar Background(Surely your world was different as well? Tell about it.): Just a small part of land in comparison to the rest of the vast world, Alboro's was once the premier nation, a jewel like none other. However, because of its strange power, magic was considered twisting and warped, a unnatural ability seen by the people. By the time of Tyrald's death, technology had reached the 1800's, and were quickly approaching another wide scale advance. Although magic was powerful, its dislike and shunning led to most people not wishing to have anything to do with it, its mages only finding service directly to the ruler of the state

>>21592

Health:10(10) Will:10(10) Flame:10

Items:

Knowledges:[Sienna Lore][Weapons Construction I][Magitech I]

Powers:

Bonusses:

-Magi-Engineer: As a magi-engineer and a tinkerer, you know many things about weapon design. Any time you roll to construct a weapon (assuming you have the materials necessary), you gain a +10 bonus to your roll. You may also reroll without the +10 bonus.

Eccentricities:

-Ignorant: Unbeknownst to you and your people, magitech is incredibly hurtful to the multiplanar reality, and your knowledge and use of such technology hurts your image among the residents of The Nexus. -20 to all social rolls while in The Nexus.

>>21597

Health:10(10) Will:10(10) Flame:10

Items:

Knowledges:[Gules Lore][Shifting][Interplanar Theory I]

Powers:

Bonusses:

-Ancient: You are an ancient race, which witnessed the turning of a plane. As such, your will is grand and you command the consumption of additional flame when you would gain it. You gain +1 flame any other time you gain flame.

-Fearless: You stayed to fight for your plane until your very end. As such, you fear very little. You take 1 less Will damage if it is inflicted by intimidation. (If 1 Will damage is dealt, you ignore it.)

Eccentricities:

-Saintly: You are a perceived justice by yourself, and it is very difficult for you to deal with the "wicked". As such, you take a -50 penalty to contracting demons/devils if you're going to break your moral code. Adversely, you can forego this penalty if you take 2 damage to your Will.

>>21615

Health:10(10) Will:10(10) Flame:10

Items:

Knowledges:[Savkovlakia Lore][Necromancy I][Magic I]

Powers: Necromancy (Good),

Bonusses:

-Lesser Royal: Whether or not you held major presence as a royal, you still had an upbringing as such and carry an air about you. People respond well to this and tend to treat you higher than you actually are. +20 to all Social Rolls.

-Necromancer: Once per turn, you may attempt to reroll a necromancy related action if the original roll is under 50.

Eccentricities:

-Virtuous Suicide: Because your death was suicide, it was by your own will that your original body was destroyed. As such, your flame weakens. When without a body, lose an additional point of flame every other turn.

>>21632

Health:10(10) Will:10(10) Flame:10

Items:

Knowledges:[Tingulon Lore][Magic I]

Powers:

Bonusses:

-Assassin Champion: You served as a loyal assassin with no instance of failure, and even went so far as to strike down your corrupt master. With such combat skills, you may reroll a combat roll once per turn.

Eccentricities:

-Quiet: You were an assassin, not a politician. Your job was staying quiet. -20 to all diplomacy rolls relating to asking for information or general conversation. (Meaning contracting demons or other specialty actions are not hindered.)

>>21652

Health:10(10) Will:10(10) Flame:10

Items:

Knowledges:["Hell" Lore]["Demon" Interplanar Theory][Anti-Magic Technology I][Nexus I]

Powers:

Bonusses:

-I Think I Know What's Going On: You have some semblance of understanding of the eternal flame and the Nexus. All rolls relating to gaining a new knowledge have a +30 bonus. If the first roll is under 50, you may reroll without the bonus

Eccentricities:

-Hellborn: Seeing as you are from "Hell", you lack the belief that you could make a contract with a real demon, and despise anything you perceive as holy. You are barred from actions relating to contracting demons and take a -20 penalty on all rolls relating to "holy" things.

>>21794

Health:10(10) Will:10(10) Flame:10

Items:

Knowledges:[Durandor Lore][Magic I]

Powers:[Regeneration, Good: Gain 1 point of health per turn when out of combat.]

Bonusses:

-Unitor: You have an uncanny ability to draw people to you. All rolls to gather followers gain a +20 bonus, and all social rolls gain a +10 bonus.

Eccentricities:

-Dense: You have problems with learning new concepts or ideas. All rolls to learning new knowledges or understanding more than a simple concept take a -20 penalty.

>>21797

Health:10(10) Will:10(10) Flame:10

Items:

Knowledges:[Alboro Lore][Magic I]

Powers:

Bonusses:

-Tyrant Warlord: You are fearless in combat, striking down all who oppose you. Gain +10 to all combat rolls.

Eccentricities:

-Mechanical: Your people have grown to shun magic, as such you have difficulty with it. -20 to all rolls involving magic use, with the exception of magitech.

>>21890

Please roll 1d20 to decide starting locations.

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>21891

Of course!

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>21890

Place

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>21891

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>21891

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>21891

Cmon Daddy needs a new pair of shows

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>21891

Rolled 20 (1d20)

[Zxila] Start

>>21893

With a strike of lightning, you find yourself materialize before a crowd of people(?). Figures of all shapes and sizes stare at you as you idly stare at them from as you hover inches from the ground. Your confusion only grows as realize you are /floating/. You appear to be in some sort of [Recreational District]. Also you're supposed to be dead, you certainly remember dying. You should maybe get that checked out.

>>21894

Lightning strikes the ground as you materialize in what seems to be a [Market District]. Creatures of various shapes and sizes pay you no mind as they rush past to stands showcasing various items. Urns and small stone tablets seem to be the main items of interest along with some sort of small gemstones that glow unnaturally. Additionally you see bodies of clay built in all shapes and sizes, as well as what appear to be some well preserved corpses. Lost between the confusion of the crowd and your own set of questions, you find yourself hovering in the middle of a busy street.

>>21895

Lightning strikes the ground as you find yourself floating inches above the lap of a giant man who fills the room. He laughs and swats at you as you barely manage to throw yourself from the swing of his arm. He laughs, looking down at you. "I see a weak bit of flame has come into my abode! Perhaps I'll gobble him up or put him to work." The room breaks into laughter as you are left hovering a few feet above the floor, naked and confused. Regal banners cover walls, sharing the same emblem. Is this some sort of [Guild Hall]?

>>21897

Lightning strikes the center of the room, a large mural painted across the floor. It is spacious and domed, lit by floating gems that fill the room. This appears to be a sort of [Throne Room].

You count fourteen thrones surrounding you, seven of them filled. A woman without a nose calls out, "And who are you, to enter the spiral of creation, interrupting the kings of kings? Have you no sense, little flame. Speak, for this is the only chance you'll get." She raises a finger, and you feel your body grow into a state of unrest, as if she weakens the very stability of your being.

>>21904

Lighting strikes and you find yourself in the presence of men of stone, energy crackling around them. As if expecting your arrival, the have formed a circle around your place of spawning. One points a spear at you, gems embedded into the head. "Who are you to come among the Last Order of the Holy Angels? Your flame is new and without host. Speak thine name and plane of birth, or be returned to the eternal flame, as we all once were." Angels? They said this was an [Order of the Holy Angels]?

>>21909

Lightning strikes within the room, a box beneath the streets of the Nexus. That is where you expected to find yourself. Salvation. Only it was dark, and strange masked creatures scurry about. As you float, suspended in air, one hops upon your chest. "Thine flame be mine bind unto me unto me!" You shove it off of you as you gain your balance. Was this another hell? Looking around it seemed to be cluttered with merchandise. It seemed you were in a giant shop, underground. It seems you've been reborn in an… [Underground Market]?

>>21913

Lightning strikes the stony outcropping, a [Small Island] the waves washed over. You find your are somewhat transparent, and alone. A slight fog covers the area as waves come crashing over you. You find you are suspended in midair. Three large beams, carved from marble loom over the area in pairs of two. Two of these pairs face in one direction, and one pair, slightly farther away, facing another direction.

Roll 2d100 with actions.

Rolled 67, 52 = 119 (2d100)

>>21926

Name: Samuel Volksteen

Race: Human

Gender: Male

Color: Purple

Character Background: The Volksteen family were considered undertakers and royal stichers for the immortal king. They are considered to be only in the dregs of the crypts and only have minor influence in the royal courts of the immortal king. Samuel is infact the youngest and when he came to age became a undertaker. But he had considerable skills in the art of the dead raising them unintentionally. He was picked up by royal scholars to hone his skills.

Samuel was a up and coming student of the dead arts. The Volksteens tried to finally have their word in the royal court. But however that all change once the cataclysm started. Zealots of holy fire defile the ancestors and tried to usurp the immortal king. Samuel fought a paladin welding a flaming sword to deny access to the royal crypts. As they both fought the paladin gained a upper hand as he used fire to blind Samuel but Samuel sacrificed himself to plague the paladin with a sickness.

Planar Background: Savkovlakia is a plane of crypts due to most holy wars and insurrections. The Immortal King was once a part of the order of knights who'll practice necromancy. As the old king proven to be corrupt and ineffectual, the immortal king slain him and made himself a lich to rule these lands until they could be stable. So far the immortal king brings others to his side through trade and diplomatic relations.

But the immortal king had many enemies in the royal court many of which want to burn his corpse and many of other corpses as well. They seek to outlaw necromancy and the impure stitching because of the supposed effects on the soul. Some of the radicals even would burn corpses and desecrate tombs retaining some history before the wars. But they're slowly going toward a scientific renaissance due to some discoveries due to the Lich-scientists and human sorcerers discovering some lost alchemical formulas and even a few elements that don't require nature and the dead.

Health:10(10) Will:10(10) Flame:10

Items:

Knowledges:[Savkovlakia Lore][Necromancy I][Magic I]

Powers: Necromancy (Good),

Bonusses:

-Lesser Royal: Whether or not you held major presence as a royal, you still had an upbringing as such and carry an air about you. People respond well to this and tend to treat you higher than you actually are. +20 to all Social Rolls.

-Necromancer: Once per turn, you may attempt to reroll a necromancy related action if the original roll is under 50.

Eccentricities:

-Virtuous Suicide: Because your death was suicide, it was by your own will that your original body was destroyed. As such, your flame weakens. When without a body, lose an additional point of flame every other turn.

[Market District]

1-2 Look for a usable body to inhabit

Rolled 72, 41 = 113 (2d100)

>>21926

Name: Miguel Voksheim

Race: Human

Gender: Male

Color: Blue

Character Background: Miguel is Magi-Engineer and tinkerer for the Empire. Stationed at Fort Inemir upon the front with the Theocracy. In charge of keeping the cannons, Clockwork soldiers, Lumia lances, and Arcana Catapults working. At the edge of an important pass into large farmland of the Empire the fort is attacked often, but usually driven off by the army just as fast. As such Miguel was usually bored, so he would tinker away with different guns and Magi-tech. During his lifetime he was able to invent the Lumina Rifle, a hand held version of the Lumina lance. Miguel was slain by assassins shortly after this invention.

Planar Background: Siena was a plane of magic and technology. In the current age the Age of Gunpowder has begun. Armies have begin to only be supplied with gunpowder weapons, and the dominant religion of Zykon's Way believed that magic was evil and should be purged from the world. These nations made up the Theocratic Alliance of Zykon. Empowered by holy powers and constructs their armies marched to take the world. In the West is the Dintral Empire. Ruled by the Star Emperor, a sorcerer of great power and age, who is believed to be of the blood of the gods. They hold against the Theocracy's invasion through arcane magic and constructs augmenting their armies and cannons. Upon the New Lands in the East are the United Tribes. Shamanistic peoples who lack gunpowder weapons not looted or traded for. With their lands being colonized by both the Empire and the Theocracy they have called upon the old magics of the spirits to fight. Old spirits of the wood, treants, and empowered warriors fight for the Union. War rages on and new spells and technology is created all the time. Who knows when it shall end, and who shall be the victor.

Health:10(10) Will:10(10) Flame:10

Items:

Knowledges:[Sienna Lore][Weapons Construction I][Magitech I]

Powers:

Bonusses:

-Magi-Engineer: As a magi-engineer and a tinkerer, you know many things about weapon design. Any time you roll to construct a weapon (assuming you have the materials necessary), you gain a +10 bonus to your roll. You may also reroll without the +10 bonus.

Eccentricities:

-Ignorant: Unbeknownst to you and your people, magitech is incredibly hurtful to the multiplanar reality, and your knowledge and use of such technology hurts your image among the residents of The Nexus. -20 to all social rolls while in The Nexus.

1&2. Wait… What? Alright, calm down and think. I was in my workshop working on the designs for the prototype Lunar Hail Cannon when suddenly I felt a pain in my back. Alright good so far. What happened after that? Think.. I put my hand to it and it came back bloody… then I felt a pain in my head… and I'm here…

"HOLY SHIT I'M DEAD!?" Calm down, calm down. This is no time to panic. This is, however, the perfect time to babble off questions and try to get answers. Like where the fuck am I? (Find out the situation, -20)

Rolled 29, 2 = 31 (2d100)

>>21926

Name(What name were you bound by before you found your way here?): Tindarion Bittermoon

Race(The form of your flame molds to a shape, even as starstuff.): Elf

Gender(Are you a male or female? Perhaps your race is without?): Male

Color(As little more than will, you appear a mass of color, roughly holding your form.): Grey

Character Background(Tell about your time before The Nexus.): Tindarion was born, raised and trained to be a servant to the High King of Silvarasnir in the plane of Tingulon. From birth he was trained as an assassin and anti-magus, for magic is ever present in every facet of Tingulon. Tindarion served as a troubleshooter and problem eraser, removing threats and dissidents so the kingdom may thrive. Tindarion served with distinction for seven hundred years, unknown by most and feared by many, a shadow of death left by him and his work. It was a lonely, spartan existence, but he took solace in his service making the kingdom safe.

All that changed one day when he was sent to kill an Inquisitor. He stalked her for days, for her guard was almost always up and she was never alone. However no one is perfect, and Tindarion looked into every aspect of her life. It was there that he found something in her project notes. The Master of Shadows, the man who gave him his missions, had been secretly killing of loyal members of the High kings court to set up a Coup. The evidence was circumstantial but it fit too well for Tindarion to ignore. After extricating himself from the Inquisitor's rooms, he went after the Master. The hunt and fight was long and bloody, many of his brethren fell by his blade, but the finale ended with himself and Master dueling atop the Obsidian tower. Tindarion was victorious, his blade taking off the head of the man he once obeyed. However his enemy used many poisoned weapons and Tindarion had taken many wounds. He died shortly there after, barely leaving a short note attempting to explain the why.

Planar Background(Surely your world was different as well? Tell about it.): Tingulon is a hyper magical world. Elves in their forests and great spires, fight and stuggle against Dragon in their mountain lairs, who sneer at the aquatic coral cities of the merfolk, who prey upon the Orcs and golbins in their badlands from the river. Destruction and creation abounds, maps and terrain redrawn by the century if not by year. War both hot and cold abound and every race struggles for itself.

Health:10(10) Will:10(10) Flame:10

Items:

Knowledges:[Tingulon Lore][Magic I]

Powers:

Bonusses:

-Assassin Champion: You served as a loyal assassin with no instance of failure, and even went so far as to strike down your corrupt master. With such combat skills, you may reroll a combat roll once per turn.

Eccentricities:

-Quiet: You were an assassin, not a politician. Your job was staying quiet. -20 to all diplomacy rolls relating to asking for information or general conversation. (Meaning contracting demons or other specialty actions are not hindered.)

1-2. "Milday I have no idea where I am or why I am here. I was dying in the obsidian tower, and the next moment found myself here. I did not mean to interrupt the meeting of nobility. Where is the door so I may leave?"

Rolled 6, 28 = 34 (2d100)

>>21926

Name: KIng Tyrald

Health:10(10) Will:10(10) Flame:10

Items:

Knowledges:[Alboro Lore][Magic I]

Powers:

Bonusses:

-Tyrant Warlord: You are fearless in combat, striking down all who oppose you. Gain +10 to all combat rolls.

Eccentricities:

-Mechanical: Your people have grown to shun magic, as such you have difficulty with it. -20 to all rolls involving magic use, with the exception of magitech.

1-2) Ah! So this is the fabled after life! Pah! Whata bunch of lowly peasants! Quick, its time to get their attention! "Ahem! Bow before me in my presence, for your are having the most gracious pleasure of meeting Lord Tyrald, King of Alboro, Slayer of Desmonda, Slaughterer of Cathay, Protector of Cathay, sword of the nether heavens, and lord o fall Aboros!" he says grandiosely to all present around him. "Please, please, contain your excitement! Or I'll contain it for you via trapping in my bronze bull!" He says. "Just kidding of course. my Bull is more like a elephant made of GOLD." Brushing off his ghostly fire stuff, he calms down. Slightly. "Now, as for you lowly plebians, I do have a dire task of retrieving for me some critical knowledge: Where am I? How many times was I stabbed? Is this hell? And if so, where may I go tell the devils in charge how awful they are at torturing you sorry lot? I mean, look at you! Your not screaming at all! Lousy bunch of no-good devils. If I was the leader of this place, I'd have you all tortured, good and proper, I Would! Also, How do I get out of this ethereal form? I am not quite pleased with it." He rattles out, almost too fast for any one to understand.

>>21938

Health:10(10) Will:10(10) Flame:10

Items:

Knowledges:[Homeworld Lore][Technology II][Cybernetics I]

Powers:

Bonusses:

-Courier: You have been trained to transfer data at high speeds and have gained skills in such a field of operation. All actions using your superior reflexes and agility gain a +20 bonus to their roll.

Eccentricities:

-Glitching: Because you relied on technology for so long, it is hard for you to function without it. You suffer a -30 penalty on actions deemed as "highly complex tasks" when not using technology to assist you.

Lightining strikes the ground. You are in a small room with masked creatures of vague humanoid shape scurrying around. Some sort of [Underground Market] filled with vases and other fine pottery, you deduct. You quickly realize you are hovering an odd foot or so above the ground and see another doing the same across the room (>>21909). Odd, he's somewhat transparent and glows with the color red. The entirety of the situation confuses you. Moments ago you had been ripped to shred by bullets from various gangs, but now you are in some run down shop? Your cybernetics don't seem to be functioning either, which is a problem. Best to figure out what's going on.

>roll 2d100 with actions, feel free to fluff interaction with the other PC in your surrounding as a free action

Rolled 44, 1 = 45 (2d100)

>>21956

Name: Niomi

Race: Cybernetically enhanced human

Gender: Female

Color: Pink

Character Background: Niomi is a courier, someone who has been cybernetically enhanced to have better running speeds and with data storage implanted into her brain. Including various tech upgrades to defend the data she is carrying she has had many successful runs in her lifetime. When she died it was not on a run however, as her mother feared, but because she was caught in the crossfire of a gang war unexpectedly while going for food. Still she managed to use her skills to defend herself for a while until both gangs began to focus on her and she was gunned down by superior fire.

Planar Background: A world of eternal light, not from any sort of solar event or magic, but from the sheer amount of technology and electricity flowing through it. This world has no unified name, it's inhabitants did not feel the need to give it one, too caught up in the flood of progress that continues to sweep the land bringing constant upgrades to their tech. When food became scarce food was processed from various substances and humans modified to be able to survive on the processed foods, when the air became unbreathable, modifications were made to everyone so that the toxins could be filtered out. When the sun died the light of technology was enough to shine into the future.

Health:10(10) Will:10(10) Flame:10

Items:

Knowledges:[Homeworld Lore][Technology II][Cybernetics I]

Powers:

Bonusses:

-Courier: You have been trained to transfer data at high speeds and have gained skills in such a field of operation. All actions using your superior reflexes and agility gain a +20 bonus to their roll.

Eccentricities:

-Glitching: Because you relied on technology for so long, it is hard for you to function without it. You suffer a -30 penalty on actions deemed as "highly complex tasks" when not using technology to assist you.

1. Well isn't this interesting, last thing I remember was the fight between the Reds and the Silents, and now I'm here. Probably dead, and if I am then the afterlife is alot darker than they advertised. Guess I should start asking around trying to find out where I am.

2. While I'm doing that give myself a once over, find out what's there, what's missing, and what I can do still, also keep an eye on the glowing red guy, just incase.