Dominions: The Middle Ages [ISRP]

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You are no one in particular, walking down a road nobody travels, going to who knows where, when, much to your surprise, you encounter a scouting party. They seem like local adventures, a small rag-tag group of fellows probably doing work for a lord in the area. A couple are dressed in crude steel, and both carry Halberds. The rest are dressed in mostly simple attire, such as simple leather cloaks, or the most basic of clothes they were able to rip off a dead man. Their weapons vary, ranging from bows to spears to maces to swords. They notice you, and hail you to them.



"Ho traveler! Not many come down this path." Says a man who appears to be their leader. "It's a dangerous one at that, so I can only assume you're mighty brave. Could I ask for your name?" [NAME]



"Interesting!" Exclaims the man. A variety of faces and murmurs between friends erupt from others within earshot, but that's to be expected from a band like this. "Only so many places this road travels, friend. Could I ask where it is you're off too?" [KINGDOM]



List of Kingdoms


"A fine coincidence that is! We're heading that way as well. Join us for a spell, and we'll help you there safely."



Hesitantly, or perhaps not hesitantly enough, you agree to join the mercenaries on their journey. It isn't far into the walk when some of the other mercs introduce themselves to you, and start asking question. A kindly old mage begins to ask you about your magic abilities, [YOUR MAGIC SKILLS, SHOULD YOU CHOOSE TO HAVE ANY] while the two heavily armored Halberdiers ask you about what you have on you. [Inventory] Finally, a young squire asks you what you look like. You’re confused at first, but the other mercs explain that the boys been blind since he was born, and that they keep him on as a scout and a figurative “look-out” thanks to his keen sense of hearing. They tell you to humor the boy, and you agree, perhaps begrudgingly, to describe yourself to the boy. [APPEARANCE]



Finally, the leader of the band himself asks you a simple question; why are you out and about like this? [GOAL]

[Your goal is a new feature, wherein you can choose your reasoning for exploring this unforgiving world. If you set yourself a goal, such as; “I wish to avenge my father!” I will try to form a storyline around that, and provide you with an overarching quest. You may, of course, skip this entirely by simply answering with “Wanderlust.”]



Content with the knowledge they’ve gained, the mercenaries leave you be for the rest of the journey.



Welcome to the world of Dominions! Anything goes, and your characters are limited only by your creativity and your knowledge of mythology. This is a free roam ISRP, where you can do basically anything. As you wander around, you encounter situations and characters which can be dealt with as you please.

Magic:



Magic is divided up into 6 Schools; Conjuration, Alteration, Evocation, Enchantment, Thaumaturgy, and Blood Magic. Each school hosts a multitude of spells, all centered around a specific, and sometimes more general, purpose. When playing as a mage, you will receive three points to divide among the the three schools. These points determine the amount of spells you'll be able to use from any given school. This number can be increased later through various means and events, but this number will be your starting magic skill. Please include your point distribution in the "MAGIC" part of the CS.



Gems: Magic gems are required for all forms of summoning and enchantment, as well as some advanced forms of Evocation and Alteration. Anything pertaining to the undead requires a special kind of magic gem known as a "death gem" to summon. These gems can be recovered easily from a perished undead, but are hard to come across otherwise. As such, it's rare to find anyone not skilled in necromancy who carries them. To activate the power of a gem, you must crush the gem in your hand and then use the spell you wish to use.



Global Enchantments: Global Enchantments are unique spells that affect the world on a global scale. They are incredibly difficult to cast, require unique artifacts and lots of time to perform, and can cause effects of all kinds. Global Enchantments can summon a second sun, cause the whole world to fall into darkness, can cause the trees to unite against the caster’s enemies, and can even curse those who don’t perform specific types of magic. These spells can be dispelled with a dispel spell, by killing the caster, or by destroying the artifact required to cast the enchantment.



The Two Special Schools: There are two special schools in Dominions, Construction and Holy, that cannot be learned by a basic mage. The spells within can only be learned through unique events and teachers throughout the RP.

Conjuration: Conjuration is the school of summoning. It allows you to summon many kinds of animals, spirits, monsters and demons, but it doesn't include much in the way of summoning the undead. All summons will disappear or leave your side after a set amount of time, so use the time wisely.

First three levels of Conjuration

Alteration: Alteration is the school of magic concerned with change. It allows you to change yourself, or the world around you, to fit a multitude of different circumstances and situations. Alteration magic is powerful, and can influence a number of different things, but tends to wear off quickly, and can leave you with a major weakness depending on the spell used. All Alteration spells can be cast on friend or foe alike.

First three levels of Alteration

Evocation: Evocation centers around evoking magic forces to destroy the enemy. It focuses on combat spells, which can be used to cause incredible amounts of destruction, both to friend and foe.

First three levels of Evocation

Enchantment: Enchantment is the school of magic concerned with enchanting your body to make improve it in spectacular ways. Enchantments can be placed on friend and foe alike, and the enchantment school also contains numerous spells for summoning the undead. It is the primary school for raising and controlling the undead.

First three levels of Enchantment

Thaumaturgy: Thaumaturgy is the general school, containing spells for multiple different situations and effects. Many global enchantments can be found throughout this magic school. All Thaumaturgy spells can be cast on friend or foe alike, unless directed otherwise.

First three levels of Thaumaturgy

Blood Magic: Blood magic is perhaps the most nefarious and evil of the magic schools. It takes influence from the other six main schools, but bloodies and corrupts them. Blood magic does not require magic gems, but blood sacrifices instead. All binding and summoning spells require blood sacrifices, and many high level spells do as well. The caster’s own blood can used for low level spells.

First three levels of Blood Magic

[eloos]

Name: Parnell

Kingdom: I am making my way back to Bandar Log, as I was visiting Machaka to tame a giant spider to ride.

Magic Skills: 2 points in evocation, 1 point in conjuration also telepathy

Inventory: With me I bring 10 gems to cast my magic, as well as an old, rusted sword with a set of extremely weak and worn down armor to match.

Appearance: I stand at 4'2, tall for my kind, with fur black as the night, with patches of grey along my flesh. I ride a giant spider also

Goal: My goal is to eliminate all demons for their crimes against my species by assembling us an army.

[Death]

Name: "Fezcaarg Bonecursed." The name is spoken with such gravel you could pave a road with it- the lower jaw of the skeleton moves up and down in some semblance of speech- but the voice that comes out is obviously magical in nature, sounding like two rocks being scraped together.


Kingdom:
"Ermor." The increasingly begrudging voice replies, obviously not liking having to talk so much. 


Magic Skills: The skeleton grumbles, and gives out what could be described as more of a grumble than a sigh, as he does not need air. Two red orbs move  around, like they were in the place o eyes, and his face betrays no emotion. He calmly summons a small bone, which hovers about an inch from his carpals. vertically, with unseen force, it turns horizontal and flies at terrifying speeds toward a nearby tree, it pierces the wood- splintering it all over the ground beneath the mighty oak. He gives a few more displays of his 'Evocation' magic, such as having sharp parts of a ribcage pierce from under the earth, which would make the terrain significantly more difficult to navigate and would have maimed anyone unfortunate enough to be standing in that spot. He uses his evocation to summon bones and parts of a skeleton to be used as projectiles, improvised melee weapons, surrounding himself in a rib cage to defend himself and make terrain generally more difficult to manage. Generally they can be anywhere from insignificantly small to around three metres in height depending on how much power he puts behind them. All three in Evocation.


Inventory: Scraps of what used to be the armour of a proud warrior, dented and battered and rusty and any organic parts covered in a layer of mould. The only other thing he has on his person is a rusted and mostly blunt dagger, that is mainly there for sentimental value; to appease what little is left of his fragmented memory before he became... this.


Appearance: An old skeleton, his clothes are nearly non-existent, being scraps of what they used to be, and bits of chain mail and metal that have gotten caught on his bones.


Goal: To kill the old sonuvabitch necromancer who put him in this sorry state; after that- he doesn't know.

[Bannanachair]

Marked.

[Tikobe]

Ooh! Fun!

Name: Senry Gallans

Kingdom: Shinuyama

Magical Skills: 2 Points in Alteration, 1 in Enchanment

Inventory: Some food, a few bandages for his fists, a pair of magic crystals should he need to raise the undead, which Senry dislikes doing, and his teacher's old staff, the Ōgaiai, a staff made of wood painted red. At it's top is a crystal-like substance that looks eerily like an eye, but Senry has confirmed it is no more than an ordinary crystal of some sort. It's shaft is a straight piece of wood. Somewhere a little below the "eye" is a horizontal piece of wood from which hangs two paper lamps, one right of the staff and the other left. There are three more shorter vertical wood pieces that point to the lamps. The paint on the wood doesn't seem to fade, and the lamps and the staff in total seem impervious to any form of damage, as Senry has tested personally. According to his teacher, it came from Shinuyama and it's name means "Ogre Eye" in Shinuyama's native language.

Appearance: Senry is definitely human, and is a man well into his mid-twenties, and is very muscular and tall. His skin is somewhat tanned after expeditions with other mages and adventurers into lands such as Nazka and T'ein Ch'I, with numerous scars from his adventures, some from fights and some from spells gone wrong during his training. His knuckles are notably callous from continuous punching, even despite his use of spells like fists of iron. He wears worn leather boots with brown leggings and a tan shirt with an orange doublet on top. His fists are constantly wrapped with bandages to help protect them and he wears a leather strap to hold Ōgaiai for him. His face is very rough looking, with square jaw and very intimidatingly outlined features. He has light blue eyes and blonde hair.

Goal: His old teacher who invested time to teach a show brawler's boy magic has had a powerful magic staff passed down their family for the past thirteen generations, the Ōgaiai, a staff his teacher told him came from Shinuyama and it's name meant "Ogre Eye." In addition to the staff, the powerful story of the Ōgaiai and it's purpose were also passed through family, but his teacher would never tell Senry the story, and when his teacher succumbed to illness without a child of his own, Senry inherited the enigmatic staff without the story, and as this story was only ever told throughout the family orally, there were no written records of Ōgaiai's hidden past. With little to go on, Senry decided to journey to Shinuyama to see if the staff's homeland held the staff's secret.

[Bannanachair]

Name: "Gisli Huldarsson," I say proudly.

Kingdom: "I'm going back north to my homeland, Vanarus, to aid in their war against Jotenheim. I'm planning on cutting through Mictlan, Xibalta, Asphodel and Vanheim on this return journey assuming I can get out of Shinuyama, but if you can think of a faster route I'm open to suggestions." I was considering asking this lot what's brought them to this demon kingdom and where they're going, but ultimately decided against it - they have me vastly outnumbered and I'd much rather not be killed.

Magic: "I know the tiniest bit of Enchantment and Alteration, though I'm neither the most knowledgable on the study of magic nor the most capable of performing it."

Inventory: "I have a circular shield in the fashion of my homeland and three weapons to pair it with. The first is a long spear about the height of a man and a half which I use when forming a shield-wall. The second is a sword whose height, including the hilt, would be about that of the ground up to my hip. The third is not really a weapon, per se, though it can be used as one if I'm in a hurry. It is a hatchet which I use to chop firewood for my travels, and I tend to try to avoid using it in fights because I'd rather not have to sharpen it before getting back to work. That said, if I'm ambushed while out collecting firewood it can be extremely useful. I also have two more full sets of clothing, a flask of water, about two days of salted rations and a deck of cards in my leather knapsack in addition to the object which I was this far south to collect. You'll excuse me if I'm hesitant to give you guys information on this; I was told that secrecy is of the utmost importance on this mission."

Appearance: "I'm of about average height, maybe an inch or two taller than the average, but by no means am I abnormally tall. I'm lean, but, once again, by no measure am I anything extraordinary. I wear my bronze hair down to my shoulders, but it is well-maintained. I also wear a full beard, this too being well-maintained and of even length about two inches long at the longest. [just a quick side note, did you know that in real life history the ancient norse/vikings had barbers that they visited regularly, and bathed much more frequently than Christian Europe, sometimes as much as twice a week?]. My eyes are a murky blue, nearly grey, and ever so slightly closer together than the average man's eyes, though you'd have to look closely to see it. My nose is slightly narrow, and my mouth is average, I guess.

My attire is relatively standard, being a woolen shirt of about medium thickness, trousers of the same thickness and material, and neither of them dyed. I have heavier clothing, including furs, in my knapsack for when we get further north. I also have a heavy gambeson and a steel helmet for in the event that we're going to be anticipating combat, but unlike some idiots that I've heard of I prefer not to walk eight hours a day through all sorts of weather wearing my good armour."

Goal: "Well, for the time being it's simply to leave this demon-ridden hellhole alive and deliver the item in question to the Chud who sent me on this mission, and after that I'll continue contributing to the war effort any way my commanding officers see fit. After that, I'll see where my life takes me, I suppose, but I'm not planning on living out the last five decades of my life doing nothing but menial labour once the war is over." What I'm not telling these people is that the item I was sent to collect is an incredibly powerful magic gem which, when used by one of the most powerful wizards in Vanarus, should be able to tip the war in our favour. I also opt against telling them that an Oni (much more powerful than me, but by far not the most powerful Oni who has ever lived) has been trying to track me down for the better part of a week in an attempt to get back the gem which I stole from him.

[Bannanachair]

(I forgot to mention that Gisli is a human; my apologies.)

[Deleted]

Interesting to see you actually make a character, Tim. Good job.
Everyone thus far is accepted. I'll get to work on replies tomorrow

[Bannanachair]

I've made multiple CSes this year.

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Tim: bannanachair.proboards.com/thread/2441/dominions-middle-ages-tim
Tails: bannanachair.proboards.com/thread/2455/dominions-middle-ages-tails
Tik: bannanachair.proboards.com/thread/2449/dominions-middle-ages-tik
Birm: bannanachair.proboards.com/thread/2484/dominions-middle-ages-birm

[Beo]

Name: Sergei Muscle of Vanarus

Kingdom: Ulm.

Magic Skills: No.

Inventory: A steel battleaxe, money, the manual to adventuring.

Appearance: Sergei is bear-like in appearance, being very tall and muscled. His hair is dark brown, as are his eyes. He bears some scars on his face and body. In bear form, he has some white fur around his nuzzle and at the bottom of his four feet.

Goal: To become the greatest warrior the land has seen. Also get a cool greatsword.

[God Bebi Satan]

"Ho traveler! Not many come down this path." Says a man who appears to be their leader. "It's a dangerous one at that, so I can only assume you're mighty brave. Could I ask for your name?"

"AVANERO? WHERE HAVE YOUG ONE? I'VE BEEN SPEAKING TO YOU FOR SO LONG, NOW YOU ARE GONE." A deep inhalation. A sharp exhalation. "My name is Vultus Cygnus-Nepsis. BUT THAT IS NOT OF YOUR INFORMATION. YOU MAY CALL ME VOID."


"Interesting!" Exclaims the man. A variety of faces and murmurs between friends erupt from others within earshot, but that's to be expected from a band like this. "Only so many places this road travels, friend. Could I ask where it is you're off too?"

"MACHAKA. I WISH TO LEARN THEIR WAYS. I WILL SOON LEAVE THIS PLACE, I FEAR WHAT I DO NOT KNOW." Interrogations bothering, scratching away at privacy.


"A fine coincidence that is! We're heading that way as well. Join us for a spell, and we'll help you there safely."

"AAAAAAAAAA"

Hesitantly, or perhaps not hesitantly enough, you agree to join the mercenaries on their journey. It isn't far into the walk when some of the other mercs introduce themselves to you, and start asking question. A kindly old mage begins to ask you about your magic abilities.

"AWAKENED. I HAVE TRAINED IN CONJURATION, I MAY SUMMON THE EVIL SPIRITS."

 while the two heavily armored Halberdiers ask you about what you have on you.

"I CARRY MONEY, A LENGTH OF LEAD PIPE, AND A POUCH OF SAND, GROUND SPICE, AND CRUSHED GLASS, DO YOU WISH FOR AN EYEFUL?"


 Finally, a young squire asks you what you look like. You’re confused at first, but the other mercs explain that the boys been blind since he was born, and that they keep him on as a scout and a figurative “look-out” thanks to his keen sense of hearing. They tell you to humor the boy, and you agree, perhaps begrudgingly, to describe yourself to the boy. [APPEARANCE]

"YOU DO NOT WANT TO SEE MY MANGLED FORM. I HAVE HEALED FROM MY EARLY FORM BUT THERE IS STILL THE VEINS, DEAR GODS THE VEINS. MY ARMS BEND AT IMPOSSIBLE ANGLES AS MY LEGS STRETCH HIGH."


Finally, the leader of the band himself asks you a simple question; why are you out and about like this? [GOAL]

"I WISH TO RETURN TO MY SEAT AS GOD OF THE FUTURE."

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Bebop boy: bannanachair.proboards.com/thread/2452/dominions-middle-ages-bebo
Fadi: bannanachair.proboards.com/thread/2507/dominions-middle-ages-fadi

[Death]

"AAAAAAAAAA" - Void.

Thank you Bebi, you have given me a quote that explains my entire life.

[hygenisthygenist]

Name: “They call me Jean Saint-Monkfish, and I am the last to bear that surname.”

Kingdom: “Acroscephale, as I hear the sages have returned from their seclusion to once again walk with us mere men.” There is a biting, almost bitter tone in his voice.

Magic: “For those of my line, it is not wise to trifle with magic. We must get by on our wits and reflexes alone.”

Inventory: “I carry with me an old sabre that does not show its age, in spite of the large number of my kin it has slayed.” Here he pats the blade, warily.

Appearance: “To gratify my vanity, I have hidden my disfigurements with a white silken mask and gloves. The rest of my body cannot be seen in the folds of my long, dark robes.”

Goal: “There is a sage that went by the name Zargothrax centuries before. He was among those that have recently woken. Generations and generations ago, for reasons that have been lost to time, he cursed my ancestor and his descendents. It was threefold, this curse, in that it had three effects: Disfigurement, sheer unluck in magic, and that we would all eventually come to a violent end by this sword.” Here he pointed to the sabre again and spoke in an angry, determined voice. “I seek to avenge my family by killing Zargothrax with the very sword that has slain so many of my brothers, sisters, aunts, uncles, and my father.”

[forced meme (harambe)]

The young man looked about the group, wary at their intentions yet relieved to see a living- truly alive face. "I am Alatus, son of Adric."

With much reluctance, he answered the second question honestly. "I'm heading to Man," he told them, trying to hide his growing anxiety.

When questioned on his abilities, Alatus was again hesitant. Eventually, he just told them, "Evocation." Then, he set his pack in front of him and showed them the hand-and-a-half sword at his hip. Within the bag was nothing more than food and a small pouch of Pythian coin. He knew it'd been smart to exchange his native Scelerian change.

Alatus felt his paranoia fade with the blind boy, whom he looked upon with pity. "I'm rather tall; always have been, speakin' in terms of age. With that, I carry a long frame, my arms reaching longer than most, and though you could call me lanky, I've done enough work to have some meat to me. My hair is longer than I'd like it to be, and black as night; my eyes are blue, 'like a clear late morning sky' as I've been told. I keep myself clean-shaven normally, but my face has gotten a bit scruffy lately."

Then, when he'd just felt really at ease, they asked him his goal. Should he tell them? Could he? Alatus was certain the people of Sceleria weren't respected, seen as unclean and like to be dead.

"Knowledge," he lied. Or was it a lie? "I seek to learn things that may save my family." In this case, his family was the entire realm of Sceleria, and possibly the rest of Ermor- he hoped, perhaps, that the magic of Avalon could unlock the secrets of the energy that flowed through his veins.

[Daffybebe]

[NAME] He'd glance up at the man. "I believe it is Anteo Mikolov, it has been a long time since someone asked of my name I almost forgot it myself..."

[KINGDOM] He'd take a second before finally answering, "R'lyeh, I believe that is where I belong."

[MAGIC] He wasn't into talking much but he agreed to converse for now, "Basic level one Blood Magic." He didn't sound to proud about it either.

[INVENTORY] As he finished telling the Mage the two men came in asking questions, "The only things noteworthy on me as of now is, My Baselard Dagger, a few roles of cloth and some fruit and water." As he said that he opened his bag to show them his Dagger, it was battle-worn, you could tell it was used before, the handle was wrapped in torn cloth where at the bottom there was in turning Metal piece, you could also see some dried up blood stains across the edges and some even on the point. (Don't know how to describe it much, just look up Baselard dagger)

[APPEARANCE] He'd nod at them before turning to the boy to describe himself, "I'm quite stocky build wise, last time I checked my height I was about 6'2, I haven't checked lately so it may have changed. As for my facial features? I have Amber eyes, not you'll know what that colour looks like, Short messy hair, a Cow's lick on my left side making my hair quite uneven. Clean shave across my neck. All I'm wearing currently is a metal plating a cross my neck with steel Pauldrons on my neck followed by some chain armour down my arm and a leather glove that goes to my elbow. As for my torso, I have a red robe itched under the neck plating with a belt by my waist, the full robe reaches down to my ankles. I'm wearing standard leather pants with knee high leather boots." He'd take in a quick gasp of air after making suck a long statement.

[GOAL] "My goal?" He was quite surprised by the question, "I never really thought of one" He'd bow his head before raising it up again, "Maybe just to make a name, do something instead of lying around feeling useless. Also to progress through the levels of my magic." He seemed quite depressed by the lack of thought he put towards this venture.

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Daffy: bannanachair.proboards.com/thread/2472/dominions-middle-ages-daffy
Harambe: bannanachair.proboards.com/thread/2473/dominions-middle-ages-harambe
Hygen: bannanachair.proboards.com/thread/2474/dominions-middle-ages-hygen