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((Aye, but it's never a good thing when you START with Naga boobs... that's just asking for all sorts of terrible terrible trouble.))

While your offer is sexy, I think I'll just go with the modified robes.  Somehow I don't think whipping my tits out in the middle of a RTD would help me, at all.  Well... maybe, but I really just don't want to go there.

((Oh... y'all in a world of trouble now.  Well besides maybe Akari, OP race making wild magic denizens more friendly to her.))

Quote from: V-Norrec on October 28, 2012, 08:12:51 pm

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Name:Darius Rynear
Race: Cyborg
Class: Mage
Subclass: Technomancer
Primary schools of focus for wizard: Enchantment
Abilities/spells:
Upgrade: Darius can upgrade weapons and gadgets, with both the complexity and cost of energy increasing with the complexity of the target.
Electric Cannon: Darius can pour energy into a cannon on his arm, with the power of the shot varying depending upon how much energy he expends.
Wizard's trait/warrior's item: Mechanical Harmony: +1 to handiwork
Suggested setting: Norrecs

((*offers fist bump over best choice for setting, EVAR!*))

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He said he wanted my setting. . . really I was just being silly and such.  *shrug*  *runs off to cause mayhem elsewhere*

Updated.

The young girl fidgeted at daily inspection.  Her clothes still seemed uncomfortable to her, even months later.  She looked out to the trees growing nearby and breathed out heavily, wishing for a part of her old life, her old friends to come visit her.  She had convinced Sentinal to join her, but she never really got to see him since she was so heavily involved in magical training, and he in his martial training.  "I wonder if they'd let me learn more about swordsmanship..." she thought, barely even registering that the inspector was in front of her as she saluted him and stood for inspection. 

"Sareesa, your collar is undone and your hair is still longer than regulation limits.  I know you just want to learn more about your... gifts, but we consider uniformity of training and appearance to be of utmost importance when fighting demons, so that we can quickly identify rank and speciality." said the inspector marking something down on his form. 

"Sorry sir, I'll have my hair taken care of right away."  Sareesa said mechanically while buttoning her collar again.  Truth be told, she had unbuttoned it earlier trying to get some more air, it didn't really help much though.

There were still several more priests and priestesses to be inspected, Sareesa stood staring off into the distance lost in her own thoughts.  "He's nicer to me than a lot of the other priests... I wonder if it's because I show so much promise, or because they plan on using me to normalize relations with the myriad of Troll tribes because I can speak their language, and am considered as a member of one even.  I'm over-thinking things, I probably just remind if of a favored niece or something." Sareesa thought, though they soon turned away from the inspector and any preferences he might have among the priests and back to other matters.

"I hope I'm on cooking duty next week, when Van cooks the food is always overdone.  I don't see why they don't let me take care of that duty constantly, everyone loves it when I show off what I learned back home.  It's probably to teach us the importance of doing certain things even if we don't like them.  It's a little ridiculous though, why should everyone have to suffer because someone else is a lousy cook."  The inspector soon dismissed everyone and like all the others Sareesa walked over towards the building that housed the library and classrooms in which they were learning magic.

As Sareesa walked she felt a sharp pain shooting up her foot.  She jumped back holding her foot in mid-air with her hands, her other foot keeping it's balance well enough.  She looked at the bottom of her foot, nothing, and then at the ground where she saw a small, crystalline, purple stone jutting out of the ground.  It must have been that which she had stepped on.  She knelt over on the ground and picked up the smallish stone.  It seemed to. . . glow.  She pocked the stone and put it aside to investigate later.  She hurried off to class, eager to learn as much as she could about magic from the masters.

She got into her healing class just in time and quietly sat down in the middle row, trying not to create much of a fuss.  The older priest began to teach his young students, but Sareesa's mind kept drifting back to the rock she had stepped on.  "I've never seen anything quite like it before.  Before I touched it, it was as lifeless as any other rock.  On my touch though... it thrummed with quiet energy.  I wish I was at home, the Elders there would know what this is surely.  Maybe Priest Varsus knows what this is too, but he'll probably want to make sure I can't have it.  Make sure I can't hurt myself or something." she thought, not really paying attention to what was going on.

"Sareesa, give me one way in which you can tell whether or not you will be able to heal someone that has been injured."

"Damn, I should have been paying better attention, he always knows when I'm thinking about something else." she says quickly going through her memory to see if she can remember anything.  "Well, in my experience, you want to clean away any contaminants first, if those are trapped inside it can be worse than the healing itself.  To absolutely tell if you can heal a wound, if you know how large your mana pool is, you can heal a wound about half of it's size in normal circumstances."

". . . Good, leave the anecdotes to me though Sareesa." he said, going back to his teaching.  Eventually the class ended and Sareesa approached him after the other Neophytes had left.  "What can I help you with?  You seemed distracted during my teaching today." he asked.

"I want you to look at this peculiar stone I found earlier today, tell me what you can ascertain from it's details." Sareesa said producing the glowing purple crystal.  Varsus looked at it stunned for a moment.

"Where did you find that 'stone'?" Varsus asked taking it from Sareesa's hands the glow immediately winking out as soon as it left Sareesa's touch.

"I stepped on it outside.  When I went to pick it up it started glowing so I thought it might be important." Sareesa said.  She looked uncertain, as though she expected that she might be in trouble at any moment now.  "I don't know anything about it if that's what you want to know."

"This crystal is used to amplify spells." Varsus explains.  "It seems your talents allows you to activate it without thought, just by essence of touching your skin."  Varsus says as he experimentally puts the crystal to Sareesa's head, the glow returning again as soon as it touched Sareesa.  "This is... interesting." Varsus says the wheels in his mind beginning to turn, trying to come up with reasons for what might be happening.

Sareesa sat in her throne room, God-Queen of the Nether, the only show of holy authority in throughout the whole expanse of hundreds, if not thousands of broken worlds made to form one realm of pure unadulterated evil.  In spite of it's inherent evil, Sareesa had decided to make this her home, to shift the focus away from unprotected worlds, and to live here, in her keep, constantly under siege.  One of her three Archangels entered the room with authority.

"The demons have fallen back Goddess, it is time to harvest the souls of the damned before they can rebirth themselves in some far corner of this wicked place." said the feminine angel.  Her name was Sa'rah, Archangel of Mercy, and as far as Sareesa was concerned the only living being that came close to matching her skill in magic. 

Sa'rah had been one of the original Archangels that were born when Sareesa ascended, and the only one who had survived this long.  Even when her physical form was destroyed, she had managed to rebirth herself in a fiery display of magical prowess, turning all of her assailants into ash as she reformed.  Like most angels, she had no form visible to mortal eyes, but rather existed as spiritual energy inhabiting a physical objects, to those who could see into the world of spirits though, Sa'rah was golden light moving of it's own will.

"That quickly. . . it has only been one year's time since the demons last retreated, perhaps we are finally making progress and they at last begin to run short of numbers.  Although, perhaps after decades of defeat, the demons at last think to use cunning where brute force has failed them."  Sareesa say.  Her form looked very different then it had when she lived among mortals.  Then, she had pale skin and brown hair, fair, though not beautiful, looks.  Now, her skin was brown from a century of exposure to the corrupted light that flooded every corner of this broken world.  Her long dark hair now was bleached blonde from the same light.  Her skin carried scars from her previous battles, scars she couldn't get rid of because so much of her energy was spent in constantly warding this place from any demon's attempts to corrupt the ground they stood on, or even to corrupt the angels who lived inside.

Sareesa and Sa'rah walked together Sareesa at the lead and Sa'rah only a single step behind, to the open Courtyard.  There one thousand angels and the two other Archangels were assembled in perfect formation, waiting to see their Goddess perform The Culling.  Sa'rah stayed back nearly twenty yards away from Sareesa as she took position in the center of the Courtyard.  It was moments like this that she had lived for, all of her angels waiting to see her authority manifest itself in a very real way.  It made the one hundred years with no sleep and no rest worth it.

"My angels, my legion.  Today, you have won another victory over the forces of evil.  Now, see what your efforts have wrought, and watch as the demons lose yet more of their host." Sareesa said as she knelt on the ground her hand held flat against the sandy dirt.  After a few moments a cyclone of blue energy began to form around her growing larger and larger.  The souls of the demons were all being gathered into this one spot, a swirling vortex of magic.  Soon it grew until at last after a solid minute of steadily gaining is size it stopped at fifteen yards wide and nearly a mile into the sky.  Then the magic erupted all at once into one beam of holy golden light eradicating from existence the demon's souls, preventing their rebirth from ever occurring.  The Light was not the only effect, as the angel's watched they felt their own strength grow, the power of their Goddess was infused into their essences.

Sareesa slowly stood up, exhausted.  It would be a week be for she could fight, but still she smiled, another victory against evil, eventually this war would be won, and only Sareesa would be left standing, then she would turn this twisted realm into her own.

((As always feedback is appreciated and don't be afraid to criticize, just make it constructive if you can.  Part of the reason why I'm doing this is to get better so that someday I can write my very own book.   ))

"So. . . same thing as last time... cool.

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