• ASHES BENEATH

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    300 years ago, the entire continent of Fradal nearly fell enslaved to an ancient, evil being of pure power. Some say Eirian was the Primordial Evil, bent on subjugating the world to his bidding. A power-hungry entity that felt nothing other than the inextinguishable desire to rule the masses. They hold Eirian responsible for the bloodbath he created that day in Adrana. They hold him responsible for how the central country of Fradal tumbled down into chaos for fifty long, long years.
          Some say Eirian was an angel, cast down from the realm of the gods in order to help shape the material world. A being of light, misunderstood by those who searched to shape the world in their own image. They say the royal family of Adrana had it coming; their iron-fist rule over the country seemed to be nothing more than deepening already-existing fissures. The natural, equal order of things was crumbling, and Eirian was the only one who could set it right.
          It was the king’s son who proved victorious over Eirian and his armies, in the end. Vermin, he called the not-quite-man, as he drove his sword through Eirian’s heart.
          It took Adrana and its neighbouring countries half a century to recover after the war, but order soon returned when the anti-magic law was passed. Magic wielders had their wings clipped at birth, unable to use their natural gift for the rest of their life. Those who somehow managed to bypass the law, were publicly executed.
          Peace has reigned over Fradal for two centuries now, but the inequality amongst its people has never been greater. Some are perfectly content with the way things are now, while some are becoming more vocal about change.
    Some, who never lost track of what had happened 300 years ago, believe that salvation is near. Because, as the story goes, Eirian never truly died. His body turned to dust after the prince stabbed him, and for decades, his followers have spent their lives trying to raise him back to his former glory.

    Fadral is known as the Center of the Earth, the first continent shaped by the Gods. It exists out of five lands: Adrana, Lirithal, Kaelmoor, Umberveil and Aethirra. Each of these lands corresponds with one of the five Founding Gods (Sovralis, God of Valor and Fate; Lunira, Goddess of Nature and Balance; Kaelen, Goddess of Community and Joy; Umbrith, God of Mystery and Strength; Aetheris, God of Elements and Change), and their descendants (the Anthropes, the Celestials, the Little Folk, the Primordials and the Elementals). Click here for a more thorough overview.

    Adrana lays at the center of Fadral, and rules over its neighbouring countries as well as its own people. It enforces its Anti-Magic Law relentlessly, but change seems to be due soon. The land's social hierarchy is as follows: The Royal Family and their advisers, the Court, the Royal Military, Guild Artisans & Entertainers, the Common Folk (who usually work under one of the Guild Artisans) & Servants.





    Things that need to be in your role sheet:
    - Name
    - Age
    - Race, Class & Role type (what role does your character take in the overarching story of this RPG)
    - History
    - Appearance

    Things you need to think about:
    - What is their stance towards the Royal family of Adrana?
    - What is their stance towards Magic?
    - Who are they loyal to and what is the level of their loyalty?
    - What is their reputation in the capital city and/or beyond?
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    We don't give a shit about anything else, but go ham (H)

    The Royal Family of Adrana, and their Advisers
    The King
    The Queen
    The Crown Prince | Name (Age) | Anthrope | Smiths / Joël
    1| The King's Adviser | Ceridwyn (?) | Half-Celestial | Halbrand / Marthe

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    The Court
    The Courtmaster | Name (Age) | Anthrope | Username / Name
    Role | Name (Age) | Anthrope | Username / Name


    The Royal Military
    2 [t.e.m. 17/11] | The Supreme Commander | Nasryn El-Bukhari (63) | Race | Caeneus / Lene
    The General (2nd in command) (Age) | Race | Username / Name
    1 | The Soldier | Charilaos (35-ish) | Anthrope | Halbrand / Marthe


    The Guild Artisans & Artists
    Master of the Council of Guilds | Name (Age) | Race | Username / Name
    ? [t.e.m. 17/11] | Guildmaster of Fine Painters & Illuminators | Name (Age) | Celestial | lustforlife / Joy
    Role | Name (Age) | Race | Username / Name


    The Common Folk & Servants

    The Royal Butler (leader of the Royal servants) | Name (Age) | Race | Username / Name
    Role | Name (Age) | Race | Username / Name


    Other roles
    1 | The Drifter | Sotiris (?) | Elemental | Halbrand / Marthe
    Role | Name (Age) | Race | Username / Name


    Rules to live by
    - The RPG is set in Vaeloris, the capital of Adrana. You can venture outside of it when necessary, but make sure your character's 'home base' is in Vaeloris, so that you won't end up solo.
    - The stated roles above are suggestions to give inspiration.
    - Don't be a bitch.
    - If neither Halbrand nor Smiths are online when a topic closes, the last person to reply makes a new one and makes us both cohost.
    - Roles need to be actively intertwined with one another, so we heavily encourage talking about relationships before/during the making of your role. We will ask annoying questions if we notice a character is detached from the storyline.
    - Ceridwyn, Charilaos and Sotiris are key characters that act as a driving force to the storyline of the RPG. Their actions aren't set in stone and they are influencable, so make sure your character has a relationship with at least one of them.
    - Reservations last 10 days. When your role is not finished after 10 days and you haven't notified anyone, your spot is removed.
    - If you are inactive for more than 45 days, your role is removed. We're not sending any reminders, it's your responsibility to remind yourself.
    - Since Magic is a very broad thing in this RPG, please run your ideas by us if you're not sure if something is possible.
    - Classes and races need to be balanced. We don't give two shits about gender.
    - We encourage parallell roleplaying. This means that at any given time, you are allowed to write your character in different situations at different times, so long as you clearly indicate said time above your post and don't skip ahead more than a week. Official timeskips will be indicated, but we're totally cool with people skipping ahead or lingering in the past a little bit longer. Just make sure to communicate it all clearly.

    [ bericht aangepast op 7 nov 2024 - 21:41 ]


    How far is far

    Oh this sounds really fun, I'm gonna think about it!


    love me until I love myself

    Is het dus zo dat de royal family van Adrana al heel heftig aan het regeren was voor Eirian om de hoek kwam kijken?


    love me until I love myself

    Just wanted to say: no link at description.


    Don't walk. Run, you sheep, run.

    lustforlife schreef:
    Is het dus zo dat de royal family van Adrana al heel heftig aan het regeren was voor Eirian om de hoek kwam kijken?


    Niet zo tiranniek als nu! 300 jaar geleden hadden ze ook enkel Adrana en niet het hele continent, maar ze hebben altijd scheef gekeken naar non-Anthropes. Er was iets meer begrip voor magie, maar naar Eirian zijn ze er vooral bang van geworden en zijn ze het beginnen onderdrukken.


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    Halbrand schreef:
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    Niet zo tiranniek als nu! 300 jaar geleden hadden ze ook enkel Adrana en niet het hele continent, maar ze hebben altijd scheef gekeken naar non-Anthropes. Er was iets meer begrip voor magie, maar naar Eirian zijn ze er vooral bang van geworden en zijn ze het beginnen onderdrukken.


    Ohjaaaa precies! En wat was Eirans doel precies? Of is dat niet duidelijk?


    love me until I love myself

    lustforlife schreef:
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    Ohjaaaa precies! En wat was Eirans doel precies? Of is dat niet duidelijk?


    Voor de buitenwereld was het voornamelijk macht krijgen over Fadral. Sommige van zijn followers die achteraf zijn opgepakt, zeiden dat hij gelijkheid onder alle rassen wilde.


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    Halbrand schreef:
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    Voor de buitenwereld was het voornamelijk macht krijgen over Fadral. Sommige van zijn followers die achteraf zijn opgepakt, zeiden dat hij gelijkheid onder alle rassen wilde.


    En als ik het goed begrijp zijn de andere koninkrijken daarna dus onder de zoon van de koning van adrana overgenomen?

    [ bericht aangepast op 7 nov 2024 - 12:34 ]


    love me until I love myself

    lustforlife schreef:
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    En als ik het goed begrijp zijn de andere koninkrijken daarna dus onder de zoon van de koning van adrana overgenomen?


    Ja en zijn zoon ook; ik heb niet heel duidelijk bedacht hoeveel generaties er nog tussen zitten maar 2 lijkt me logisch haha


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    THE ADVISER


    Ceridwyn is an ancient Celestial name that is rarely used in these days. It carries the meaning of 'fair, blessed poetry', and when one lays eyes upon Ceridwyn, it seems almost obvious as to why this particular name was gifted to him. Ceridwyn carries his name like a title, refusing to be addressed by courtly monnikers such as 'Lord' or 'Saer'. His name, which carried shame back in his childhood among Anthropes, is something he has pride in, something he's reclaimed after having been shunned for so much of his youth.

    I also know the way the old life haunts the new.
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    Regal as the Winter sun, Ceridwyn captures stares wherever he ventures. True to his name, he is the image of fairness, a near-blessing to look upon. His light blonde hair and bright, apple-green eyes give him a Spring-like appearance, but there is something inexplicably, unnervingly cold about him. Maybe it is his rigid posture, or his pale skin, or the way his Celestial features give him such supernatural grace that he is almost painful to look at. His gaze, however, carries warmth and empathy, and despite his sharp edges, it draws people closer to him.



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    About three months ago, Ceridwyn became a Royal Adviser under the Royal Court. Not much is known about where he came from; his past a thing he does not like to recollect or talk about. Though some were surprised to see a Half-Celestial accepted within the Court, Ceridwyn became a quick trustee among the nobles and a personal favourite of the King's and his family. After the sudden death of the previous King's Adviser, about a month ago, it surprised no one that Ceridwyn followed in his footsteps. Many admire him to stick by the King's side, especially now that the King's mental health seems to be deteriorating. Ceridwyn has dutifully taken on the tasks the King is no longer fit to undertake by himself and is a trusted devotee of the entire Royal Family and the Royal Court.

    The sun said, it hurts to become.

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    Understanding and empathetic, Ceridwyn is a receptacle of not just vast knowledge, but also of an almost ancient kind of wisdom. People do not just seek him out for strategical and political advice, but also personal compassion. He seems to understand people like no other, manages to burrow himself deeply into those things that move a person. He lifts spirits the way only a true leader could, and weaves his way through people's minds and feelings the way only a master poet could. His calm is solid, and never wavers. He is a rock in a wild ocean of uncertainty.

    [ bericht aangepast op 7 nov 2024 - 21:40 ]


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    Bestaat the court alleen uit anthropes?
    Sorry voor al deze vragen oepsie hahah


    love me until I love myself

    lustforlife schreef:
    Bestaat the court alleen uit anthropes?
    Sorry voor al deze vragen oepsie hahah


    Yes! (of toch voor zover iedereen weet en qua uiterlijk) Zal vanavond eens aan Joel vragen om al een praattopic te maken haha

    [ bericht aangepast op 7 nov 2024 - 14:46 ]


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    THE SOLDIER


    Charilaos is an often-used noble Adranean name meaning 'grace of the people'. Abrasive and cynical as Charilaos is, the name does not very much seem to suit him. However, when you get to know him better; when you let yourself be inspired by him, you discover that in the meaning of his name lies truth. It suits him like a crown suits a king.

    Sun: keeper of flame, breaker of day,
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    Sharp and cold, Charilaos is not a very approachable man when it comes to his appearance. Though he possesses a kind of elegance, what with his silky hair and slender frame, it is oftentimes hidden beneath his ruggedness. Having been a soldier in Umberveil for most of his military career, Charilaos is used to not caring much about how he presents himself. Now, in Vaeloris, it makes him stand out among his fellow Royal Guardsmen.
          Something else that adds to Charilaos' unapproachable presence, is his gaze. The colour of his irises is an unnerving, strange shade of bright blue that almost seems purple at times. They are cunning and keen, oftentimes observing you when you least expect it.



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    Two months ago, Charilaos arrived in Vaeloris with half a batallion of injured soldiers who had barely escaped an attack by Primordials on their base. Morale was low, and many of the soldiers were seen as cowards by their superiors, until Charilaos stood up for them. Questioning the King's rule should have been enough to get him executed by grounds of treason, but Charilaos' doubts were echoed by those around him, causing a certain kind of restlessness.
          Though he has since not outright spoken against the King's rule and has been reassigned to the Royal Guard within Vaeloris, some people do seem to be seeking him out. There is malcontentness amongst the citizens, and they draw to him like moths to a flame.

    I gave you my sword, my heart and my faith.

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    Abrasive and not easily impressed, Charilaos is a bit of a cynic. He is careful and calculated when it comes to speaking up, callous if it means saving his own skin, but nonetheless a dreamer. He longs for a world where everyone is equal, where lives don't have to be lost to make sure enough lines are drawn between people. He's guarded and reluctant to open up, but once you get him talking, it is hard not to be entranced by the way he looks at things.


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    THE DRIFTER


    Sotiris is an old Elemental name that means 'salvation'. It is a name not many come to know, as Sotiris does not often share it with the strangers she meets. She enjoys the volatility of a single meeting, enjoys the shroud of mystery two people can cover themselves with, and be comfortable in it.

    My body is burning with the shame of not belonging.

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    Bright as fire, Sotiris is like the literal sun. Her hair is bright orange as the flames of a candle, and her eyes echo her heritage as well. Fire courses through her veins and rests in her smiles and soft touches. She is a force of nature, literally, and often has to hide herself in order to survive. Her appearance draws curiosity, and though she revels in it and oftentimes enjoys the attention, she knows it is also dangerous. Not everyone accepts Elementals, and many would love to extinguish her light.



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    A wanderer, Sotiris has enjoyed creating herself to be a myth. She never sticks to one place for very long, but makes sure to be noticed, makes sure to leave an impression, so that people will whisper about her and carry her further than she ever could. Rumours have built that she's been hanging in and around Vaeloris for a while now, and many are eager to seek her out. She always makes sure that she is the one who seeks them out, under the cover of night.

    My home is a ruin, a cemetary.

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    Sweet as honey, Sotiris is more reminiscent of a candleflame than of a raging fire. She is soft-spoken, coaxing people to speak to her quietly. An air of mystery shrouds her, and she likes to keep it that way. She will rarely open up to anyone, choosing instead to speak in riddles or rhyme, confusing many who come in contact with her. If you make the effort to listen, though, you will find out that Sotiris' words hide more truths than her fantastical lyricism might make you think.

    [ bericht aangepast op 7 nov 2024 - 21:38 ]


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    y'all know i gotta join this

    i'd like the supreme commander or the general

    [ bericht aangepast op 7 nov 2024 - 17:38 ]


    kindness is never a burden.

    Caeneus schreef:
    y'all know i gotta join this

    i'd like the supreme commander or the general


    yo pick one they're both free


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