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A Brand New World
Nianque
Verified Dragon
It began long ago on a world deemed to be a failure by beings known only as the Elder Gods. The planet was shattered, it's core exposed and the land scattered to the winds in the form of floating islands forever orbiting the center. If one wanted water they would have to navigate from the livable islands high above all the way down to where it accumulated at the bottom. What life did evolve had to be able to deal with winds of a tremendous strength which ferries the islands around at incredible speeds. Hurricanes and storms of great strength obscure the planet as they play havoc across the surface of the planet, occasionally reaching lower to get at the few islands of great enough size to support life. This was the harsh and unforgiving world of Abbinah.
Despite the odds being against it, sapient life did eventually evolve on Abbinah. To maneuver about their environment they grew powerful wings that let them fly from from island to island, without worry. In order to combat the powerful winds they learned to master the air itself, the element coming easily to those of the unbalanced world. By working together to retrieve the resources they needed, they learned to avoid strife and though there were many tribes, they were all one people. This though would have all been for naught if they did not have shelter from the harsh wind and thus did they perfect construction. They were the Aviansie.
Life was comparatively simple at first. Though the tribes competed for resources, they never did learned to do warred with each other, that would have been a waste of precious lives. What battles they fought were exclusively small scale and rarely caused death. Due to necessity their grasp on vital crafts, they were a strangely advanced yet primitive people. In those ancient times, the Aviansie believed in a pantheon of spirits which represented the winds swept through the islands, the rock the islands were made of, and the water at the core of the world ruled over by the omnipresent storms above everything. Then a young idealistic chick named Armadyl was born and changed everything.
Though not much is known about what happened, what is recorded is that Armadyl happened upon one of the twelve Elder Artifacts, tools with which the universe and those before it had been created. The power of the Artifact would eventually transform him into a god, turning his soul into essence similar in nature as what the universe was made of. Newly ascended, Armadyl would go on to unite the disparate tribes and lead them to the perfect world known as Gielinor. There they made a new life for themselves away from the hardships of Abbinah and mingled with the other races that other gods had brought to Gleinor.
Wars were fought over the Elder Artifacts and between the gods, eventually culminating in a game held by the Mahjarrat Sliske thousands of years into the future over the most powerful Elder Artifact of all. With the help the Elder God Jas sleeping inside the planet, the gods were stripped of their divinity and given a soul once more to put the contestants on a level playing field. Once the game was over however the gods regained their divinity, but souls are strange things and the power of an Elder God stranger still. Is it so surprising then that the new soul of Armadyl instead of merging with his godly essence instead… disappeared?
Thus Armadyl, the god associated with Justice, Skies, and Equality was reborn somewhere else.
Where though does this new, fledgeling soul go to?
[] A world of magic, only just recovering from a civil war and yet teetering on the brick once more. (Harry Potter)
[] A world locked in a cycle of hatred, where a fragile peace is held by five great super powers. (Naruto)
[] A world of super heroes, though a shadow of death lurks over everything plotting to gain the attention of one most lethal. (MCU)
[] A world caught between a conflict great and terrible, your enemies could be anywhere and subterfuge is your only hope. (Animorphs)
((Note: Using Xander Quest on SB as inspiration.
Can you tell I wrote this when I was half asleep?))
Despite the odds being against it, sapient life did eventually evolve on Abbinah. To maneuver about their environment they grew powerful wings that let them fly from from island to island, without worry. In order to combat the powerful winds they learned to master the air itself, the element coming easily to those of the unbalanced world. By working together to retrieve the resources they needed, they learned to avoid strife and though there were many tribes, they were all one people. This though would have all been for naught if they did not have shelter from the harsh wind and thus did they perfect construction. They were the Aviansie.
Life was comparatively simple at first. Though the tribes competed for resources, they never did learned to do warred with each other, that would have been a waste of precious lives. What battles they fought were exclusively small scale and rarely caused death. Due to necessity their grasp on vital crafts, they were a strangely advanced yet primitive people. In those ancient times, the Aviansie believed in a pantheon of spirits which represented the winds swept through the islands, the rock the islands were made of, and the water at the core of the world ruled over by the omnipresent storms above everything. Then a young idealistic chick named Armadyl was born and changed everything.
Though not much is known about what happened, what is recorded is that Armadyl happened upon one of the twelve Elder Artifacts, tools with which the universe and those before it had been created. The power of the Artifact would eventually transform him into a god, turning his soul into essence similar in nature as what the universe was made of. Newly ascended, Armadyl would go on to unite the disparate tribes and lead them to the perfect world known as Gielinor. There they made a new life for themselves away from the hardships of Abbinah and mingled with the other races that other gods had brought to Gleinor.
Wars were fought over the Elder Artifacts and between the gods, eventually culminating in a game held by the Mahjarrat Sliske thousands of years into the future over the most powerful Elder Artifact of all. With the help the Elder God Jas sleeping inside the planet, the gods were stripped of their divinity and given a soul once more to put the contestants on a level playing field. Once the game was over however the gods regained their divinity, but souls are strange things and the power of an Elder God stranger still. Is it so surprising then that the new soul of Armadyl instead of merging with his godly essence instead… disappeared?
Thus Armadyl, the god associated with Justice, Skies, and Equality was reborn somewhere else.
Where though does this new, fledgeling soul go to?
[] A world of magic, only just recovering from a civil war and yet teetering on the brick once more. (Harry Potter)
[] A world locked in a cycle of hatred, where a fragile peace is held by five great super powers. (Naruto)
[] A world of super heroes, though a shadow of death lurks over everything plotting to gain the attention of one most lethal. (MCU)
[] A world caught between a conflict great and terrible, your enemies could be anywhere and subterfuge is your only hope. (Animorphs)
((Note: Using Xander Quest on SB as inspiration.
Can you tell I wrote this when I was half asleep?))
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Character Sheet
Setting
Nianque
Verified Dragon
Mechanics
Ranking System: Ranks are done with a mixture of letters and numbers. Letters are significant milestones and numbers are progress between milestones.
F=Uneducated, E=Novice, D=Apprentice (OWLS), C=Skilled (NEWTS), B=Expert, A=Master, S=Grandmaster, EX=Impossible
Past Life
Armadyl
Aviansie: An avian race aligned to the element of Air and famed for their skills at crafting.
Aeroy: The Aviansie have a metal which is extremely light weight, stronger than everything except ridiculously high end magic materials, yet acts like leather and dragon hide (weak to melee, resistant to magic, and neutral against projectiles) . From what Aviansie drop I speculate it's some kind of silver/adamant/mithril alloy saturated in magic. The name for it is also original.
Current Life
Ranking System: Ranks are done with a mixture of letters and numbers. Letters are significant milestones and numbers are progress between milestones.
F=Uneducated, E=Novice, D=Apprentice (OWLS), C=Skilled (NEWTS), B=Expert, A=Master, S=Grandmaster, EX=Impossible
Past Life
Armadyl
Aviansie: An avian race aligned to the element of Air and famed for their skills at crafting.
Aeroy: The Aviansie have a metal which is extremely light weight, stronger than everything except ridiculously high end magic materials, yet acts like leather and dragon hide (weak to melee, resistant to magic, and neutral against projectiles) . From what Aviansie drop I speculate it's some kind of silver/adamant/mithril alloy saturated in magic. The name for it is also original.
Current Life
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It's a bird! (Just Kidding)
Nianque
Verified Dragon
"I feel the lightness of my being, soaring perhaps, and then a fall. I let the ground take me. But this is not a sad moment, I am full of pride." - Death on discussing how Armadyl will die.
"I see you are back from the hospital, do you know what it will be yet?"
[] A boy
[] A girl
"Oh that's wonderful! Have you thought about a name?"
[] (write in)
Your first memories are hazy and not well remembered. You spent most of your time asleep, dreaming of worlds and peoples that seemed familiar in a strangely distant sort of way. The one thing that stuck out in your mind however was
[] Air. The feeling of the wind flowing through your feathers and keeping you aloft. It was always there, forever a part of you and the world around you.
[] Birds. You remember an alien people that were so different from humans and yet so similar. They were a light hearted race, but took pride in working together and doing whatever it took to make things right.
[] Justice. The horrors of what were called the God Wars are burned deep into you. So much loss and regret, but all you can do is keep moving forward; forever seeking to cast judgement on those are guilty.
[] Creation. Where others brought destruction and death, you mended and crafted. A sword to act as executioner, armor to protect your people, enchantments to make things easier... there were so many more things you could have made.
There were other things too in the memories that were not yours, things that seemed to dance in and out of your dreams. Did you pay attention to them?
[] Ignore the memories. That was no longer you.
[] Let them come and go as they pleased. It could be useful.
[] Pay attention to them. They were interesting.
[] Devote yourself to the memories. You wanted to know more!
((Note: Armadyl was originally a guy and yes I suppose you could wish for him to be reborn as a canon character. The last two options will affect your childhood in very different ways))
"I see you are back from the hospital, do you know what it will be yet?"
[] A boy
[] A girl
"Oh that's wonderful! Have you thought about a name?"
[] (write in)
Your first memories are hazy and not well remembered. You spent most of your time asleep, dreaming of worlds and peoples that seemed familiar in a strangely distant sort of way. The one thing that stuck out in your mind however was
[] Air. The feeling of the wind flowing through your feathers and keeping you aloft. It was always there, forever a part of you and the world around you.
[] Birds. You remember an alien people that were so different from humans and yet so similar. They were a light hearted race, but took pride in working together and doing whatever it took to make things right.
[] Justice. The horrors of what were called the God Wars are burned deep into you. So much loss and regret, but all you can do is keep moving forward; forever seeking to cast judgement on those are guilty.
[] Creation. Where others brought destruction and death, you mended and crafted. A sword to act as executioner, armor to protect your people, enchantments to make things easier... there were so many more things you could have made.
There were other things too in the memories that were not yours, things that seemed to dance in and out of your dreams. Did you pay attention to them?
[] Ignore the memories. That was no longer you.
[] Let them come and go as they pleased. It could be useful.
[] Pay attention to them. They were interesting.
[] Devote yourself to the memories. You wanted to know more!
((Note: Armadyl was originally a guy and yes I suppose you could wish for him to be reborn as a canon character. The last two options will affect your childhood in very different ways))
But I want to make stuff now!
Nianque
Verified Dragon
The dreams were interesting in a vaguely useful sort of way. You learned what you could from them, but your time was better off spent with your parents as you took in everything you could in and played when there was nothing new to learn. Underneath that curiosity however was that ever existing drive to make something. Wonders of a people that seem so familiar to you play through your mind and you find yourself looking at the world around you and taking bits and pieces of what you dream to go with what you see. Mommy and Daddy pick up on this once you start drawing things you imagine with ink or whatever else you can get your hands on. Daddy kept saying that you were just like your mom and would go onto invent new magic, which sounded fun but there were so many other things you could make too!
They got you all kinds of neat toys to build with and pictures to look like, but that other stuff they got you just did not look as fun. Then one time you got a hold of some ink and you started drawing a staff that you remember, it looked really neat but what if you added some more to it?
Gained Crafting F
When Daddy caught you with the ink, he took it away from you and thought the wand you drew looked very nice. It was not a wand, it was a staff and you were not finished yet! You needed more ink and you needed it now! Daddy was very surprised when the ink returned to you. He kept saying how proud he was that you had managed accidental magic, which was silly because how was it an accident when you really wanted it? They got you a children's quill later that day.
Gained Drawing F
Mommy and Daddy were talking about a new spell she was experimenting with one night. You just had to see what she was doing, it sounded really fun! The door to Mommy's secret room that you were never allowed in was locked though. That wasn't fair! You wanted in so you could see what Mommy was doing, maybe she would let you help! When the door swung open you were so excited and rushed in to see what she was doing, but Mommy was mad with you! Said you were interrupting something really important and it could have been bad. Later after you were punished (pretty lights hurt!) Daddy and Mommy sat down with you to explain and it sounded really bad. The painful lights could have gotten Mommy to if you had came in on the wrong time!
You were really good to Mommy after that, there was no way you would let the painful lights get her too! The sky was really interesting, you wondered if you could make that thing-y that let the big birds pull the little birds? But there were no big birds around to pull you, maybe Mommy could help? You were upset to found out that cool magic that made things fly was only allowed on brooms. That seemed really stupid and you wanted to see what was up there! Maybe there was a floating island up there and they had their own magic?
As you grew older, your ideas got more and more elaborate and Mommy had to talk you down from them saying they were too dangerous. You were not allowed to play with metal as that was sharp and dangerous. Wood could give you splinters apparently and they did not want you to choke yourself with cloth. You made lots of drawings about the staff you wanted to make though, but Mommy kept saying you were too little to make stuff, which was silly because you could make stuff just fine (you drew a picture of her when Daddy said it was an important day, she liked it).
Luna is now 4 years of age. How would you like to dedicate her time?
[] Spend more time asleep focusing on dreams.
[] Go outside and explore!
[] You wanted to make stuff!
[] Make some friends with the other magical kids nearby
[] Mommy and Daddy want to teach you things.
[] Write In
((Note: Luna will automatically dedicate part of her time to certain things, this to just choose what to focus on. Please try to keep write-ins reasonable for a girl of 4 years of age.
Unlike Xander Quest, the ranking system will be a combination of letters and numbers. Letters denote big milestones in a skill, while numbers denote progress between milestones
Oh and please criticize my writing skills.))
They got you all kinds of neat toys to build with and pictures to look like, but that other stuff they got you just did not look as fun. Then one time you got a hold of some ink and you started drawing a staff that you remember, it looked really neat but what if you added some more to it?
Gained Crafting F
When Daddy caught you with the ink, he took it away from you and thought the wand you drew looked very nice. It was not a wand, it was a staff and you were not finished yet! You needed more ink and you needed it now! Daddy was very surprised when the ink returned to you. He kept saying how proud he was that you had managed accidental magic, which was silly because how was it an accident when you really wanted it? They got you a children's quill later that day.
Gained Drawing F
Mommy and Daddy were talking about a new spell she was experimenting with one night. You just had to see what she was doing, it sounded really fun! The door to Mommy's secret room that you were never allowed in was locked though. That wasn't fair! You wanted in so you could see what Mommy was doing, maybe she would let you help! When the door swung open you were so excited and rushed in to see what she was doing, but Mommy was mad with you! Said you were interrupting something really important and it could have been bad. Later after you were punished (pretty lights hurt!) Daddy and Mommy sat down with you to explain and it sounded really bad. The painful lights could have gotten Mommy to if you had came in on the wrong time!
You were really good to Mommy after that, there was no way you would let the painful lights get her too! The sky was really interesting, you wondered if you could make that thing-y that let the big birds pull the little birds? But there were no big birds around to pull you, maybe Mommy could help? You were upset to found out that cool magic that made things fly was only allowed on brooms. That seemed really stupid and you wanted to see what was up there! Maybe there was a floating island up there and they had their own magic?
As you grew older, your ideas got more and more elaborate and Mommy had to talk you down from them saying they were too dangerous. You were not allowed to play with metal as that was sharp and dangerous. Wood could give you splinters apparently and they did not want you to choke yourself with cloth. You made lots of drawings about the staff you wanted to make though, but Mommy kept saying you were too little to make stuff, which was silly because you could make stuff just fine (you drew a picture of her when Daddy said it was an important day, she liked it).
Luna is now 4 years of age. How would you like to dedicate her time?
[] Spend more time asleep focusing on dreams.
[] Go outside and explore!
[] You wanted to make stuff!
[] Make some friends with the other magical kids nearby
[] Mommy and Daddy want to teach you things.
[] Write In
((Note: Luna will automatically dedicate part of her time to certain things, this to just choose what to focus on. Please try to keep write-ins reasonable for a girl of 4 years of age.
Unlike Xander Quest, the ranking system will be a combination of letters and numbers. Letters denote big milestones in a skill, while numbers denote progress between milestones
Oh and please criticize my writing skills.))
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