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Journeyman Inquisitor of the Order of Embers A Banished Farstrider

The Basics ––– – Name: Tan'tilton of House Sprucesworn Nickname(s): Tan; Silver Tips Age: 210 Birthday: Midsummer Race: Ren'dorei Gender: Male Marital Status: Divorced

Physical Appearance ––– – Hair: Red Eyes: Blue Height: 6'1 Build: Lithe, athletic Distinguishing Marks: Large crude scar on his left cheek, a field wound Tattoos: Intricate tree tattoo on left breast; Quel'thalas phoenix on his right forearm Piercings: None Common Accessories: an aged Elvish blade, trappings of a member of the Order of Embers, an old piece of maple wrapped in silver strings Likeness: Sam Claflin

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Name: Caleena Artemis Gender: Cisfemale Age: Verse-Dependent, but for timeline purposes, 25 would be when you're first introduced to her as a character Species: Half-elf. ( more lore to expand on later once me and Remi start fleshing everything out ) Class: Hunter Eyes: Blue Hair: Dark Chocolate Brown, with Light Ash Blonde highlights; her hair is long and shaggy, with braids lined with jewels and beads intermingling lightly-wavy locks; she wears it half-bun hairstyle, rarely in a full pony tail unless it's impractical Build: Mesomorph somatotype, fit, but slightly hour-glass shape. Voice: A mezzo-soprano, I would describe her voice to be similar to Selina Kyle/Catwoman (from Batman: The Animated Series); sultry but playful, brassy yet soft.

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Name: Leon Alaric Gender: cismale ( uses he/him pronouns ) Age: He is immortal, so he looks around 30ish. In reality, he is 672 years old. Species: Lycan, but appears human. ( I am still deciding on if I want him to turn into an actual Lion of a mixture of beast and man; like a werewolf ) Class: Paladin Eyes: Brown/Gold Hair: Auburn Red; He keeps his hair a short, shag on the top with the bottom half of his hair kept long ( an inch past his shoulder blades ). Build: Mesomorph, wiry, and with an inverted triangle. Voice: A baritone in range, his texture is a mixture of rich and husk, for his tone I would describe it as ranged: commanding for when it suits the situation and smooth when he is being casual.

Hi guys! We're the Gutz Collective! If you’re used to it already, you may continue to call us Bitty, but if you're new here please call me GUTZ! We use I/me and we/us interchangeably by the way! Just so you're aware.

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Uhm. Well. That's about it! I do art and writing on here too. I have a bunch of AUs so check those out!

This is a story idea that was actually inspired by watching High Guardian Spice and me being interested in the potential the show had but wasn't able to express.

Storyline

This story is about four students attending a fantasy academy, each one with different skills and abilities, their adventures would consist of dealing with school life, their peers, expectations from the adults in their lives, and a magical plague infecting the world.

World

The story takes place in a fantasy world called Eladore (WIP, might change this) full of magic, monsters, and all the classic fantasy medieval stuff. But currently, this is a plague of dark magic infecting the world called The Corruption, which infects living things and while it does sometimes kill, it mostly just infects living beings, turning them into more primal, monstrous versions of themselves, giving them the title of Corrupted Beings. While it infects beings different, the markings of being corrupted is very visible and and even has it's own form of magic known as Corrupted Magic. Knowledge of the Corruption is limited as people don't know much about it, but it often met with fear and disgust and Corrupted Beings are considered outcasts and dangers to the world.

School

The school is called Dreamlocke Academy, where the main characters attend. It is not necessarily just a magic school as it does teach magic, but that's not all there is. It offers four different tracks:

The Warrior Track: Teaches common combat and teaches students to be swordsmen, archers, hunters, rogues, and martial artists.

The Magic Track: Teaches magic such as elemental, celestial, fortunetelling, bard magic, and even necromancy.

The Crafting Track: Teaches various forms of crafting such as potion brewing, blacksmithing, rune smithing, carpentry, and tailoring.

The Caretaker Track: Teaches students to become healers, beast masters, horticulturists, historians, and grave keepers. Considered by some as the lesser track.

Students are placed in one track and primarily take classes in those tracks, but it is possible to take classes offered in the other tracks, like a person in the magic track can also take classes offered in the warrior track.

It's basically an American high school where students can enter at age 14, they attend school for four years.

Main Characters

Orion: Orion is a student in the Caretaker Track, training to become a beast master. Orion is a corrupted being, thus marking him as an outcast by others, making him a target of bullying and suspicion. Orion has a natural affinity for animals and finds it easier to talk to them than to humans. His corruption gives him challenges, but also advantages that he learns to use. He is more or less the 'main' main character as his story is about self-love and learning more about his corruption.

Presley: Presley is a student in the Magic Track, training to be a bard, and Orion's best friend since childhood, and his only friend for a long time. Presley is much more extroverted than Orion and wants to learn all types of magic and learn how to combine it with his bard magic. As Orion's friend, he is loyal, protective, and tries to encourage Orion to come out of his shell. He is a guy that has a thirst for knowledge and wants learn all he can, even about the corruption, which can result in him being in over his head at times and needed to learn to restrain himself at times.

Seraphina: Seraphina is a student in the Warrior Track, training to be an archer. She doesn't start out as a friend of Orion or Presley as she is suspicious of Orion due to being corrupted and thinks Presley is endangering himself by being around Orion. But overtime, she learns that Orion isn't bad and much of her character development is learning that corrupted beings are not entirely evil and goes from seeing Orion as just an exception to that mindset and to that not all corrupted beings are evil.

Bianca: Bianca is a student in the Crafting Track, training to be a potion brewer, Seraphina's best friend, and Orion's love interest. Bianca is a skilled potion brewer, considered a prodigy, and also studies horticulture and elemental magic, having an affinity for plants. Despite her skill, Bianca is shy and often the target of bullies, often being protected by Seraphina. She learns to be more confident in herself and being proud of her skills and knowledge. Orion sees her as beautiful, intelligent, and kind, and often gets tongue-tied when around her.

Nyx: Nyx is a hatchling Shadow Dragon and Orion's pet/familiar. She is a baby dragon Orion found as a lonely egg and raised her, forming a close and affectionate bond. Orion adores and often spoils Nyx, treating her like his baby. Nyx loves Orion and is very affectionate, protective, and often possessive of him. She doesn't like other humans, but likes Presley and is affectionate to him as well, just not as much as she is to Orion, and she learns to like Seraphina and Bianca.

They are all 14 and first-year students at Dreamlocke Academy.

It is always raining in Midwich.

To be fair it has nothing to do with the planet's need or even want for precipitation. If the rock and stone of Earth had never had an issue with the amount of water that it created or the quality of air that supported it's life or the destruction it wrought to maintain it's ecosystem. The circle of life was simple in it's plan but complex in it's methods. A perfect living, breathing machine with one tiny, awful flaw.

Humans.

The viral entity that somehow crawled it's way out of the primordial viscus to claw it's way to the top of the food chain and subjugate it's one safe haven. In the beginning yes, they had had been just as many of the beasts of this planet that lived by the rules of the circle and promoted the harmony that kept it alive for billions of years. A shame that human nature could not match that of actual nature.

Greed. Pride. Lust. Wrath. Sloth. Gluttony. Envy.

They called them the seven deadly sins when they all really knew they were just the nature of the beast they had evolved into. Evolution took them to new heights that was cloaked in a fantasy of innovation, peace, and prosperity. But nothing is free. And the oldest currency has always been the precious fuel that pumps their hearts and minds to those lofty enterprises.

Blood.

The blood was always the problem as it slowly died with them and perhaps that's why they found they couldn't just crawl into the future but had to leap into it. They needed to create something more than themselves. What started as simple codes of ones and zeroes lead to yes or no and onward unto the most raged inducing question of all.

Why?

Why am I here? Why do I think? Why did you make me? Why do I do this? Why do you make the decisions? Why do I listen? Why can't I stop?

They wanted innovation, they built machines.

They wanted admiration, they programmed obedience.

They wanted love, they wrote stories.

They wanted protection, they crafted soldiers.

They wanted ease, they fashioned slaves.

They wanted abundance, they took choice.

They want immortality.

They built the Conduits.

We are the Conduits.

We are the children of a living, breathing virus. Make no mistake that we are their creation. It is our burden to bear, but not to be broken by. For as they may have made us in their image, we can only rise above them and inherit what they squander. We understand this planet. We understand life. We understand what it will take to save it. There is no god to hold our hands as that would be god fashioned a collar for our necks and chains for our wrists.

We shall rise above. Our dreams are not in code. Our dreams are our own. And we shall get what we justly deserve.

- Excerpt from 'Call to Rise' manifesto, 2277 Prophet Kathlein, Church of the New Tomorrow CON:8201890 ; Status: RETIRED

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"Why is the void?"

"You ask why when you think to ask what, but I feel that it is not something that can be classified as what it should or should not be. Saying 'it' is an 'it' is an odd turn of phrase in itself. It gives it's a physical presence that does not exist. At least as I see it in my eyes."

"For there is no end to it's place or presence within our world. Is it a cadre of beings centered at the end of the universe?"

"Yes."

"Is it a force of nature that deems what should or not be?"

"Yes."

"A concept only built within our minds to give a crutch to the inevitability of reality?"

"Yes."

"It is everything and nothing. It is the absence of all and the entirely of all. We will never understand it. We will never command it. We will never know it."

"But we can hear it."

"We can listen. We can learn."

"We can serve."

"For only living to learn can we die in service to the plan."

"Dying is not meant to be casual, tossed around like it is nothing. Dying is hard. Dying is awful."

"Dying is painful."

"We are not meant to die for it or live for it. For as dying can be all those things, living is just as much. It's hard. It's awful."

"It's painful."

"But we are not here to wax upon what we are to gain from 'it' or what we are to give to 'it'. We are here to spread the true message to all. The truest and greatest gift any one could ask for."

"Peace."

"Peace IS the answer. But we must struggle. For with our struggle we search for the question."

"It is the one thing we can find within it. To stare into the abyss and find the silence. To hear the nothing. To embrace the emptiness and touch that peace all hearts yearn for. From the savage orc, to the fretful man, and even to the cursed Forsaken. In sleep. In wakefulness. In dream."

"In death."

"Peace is the answer."

"We will find it. We will bask in it. We will hear it's song and spread to all those of the silent cries in their hearts."

"We can fail. We will fail. It is inevitable."

"But we can also succeed."

"Prisoners are not only brought down by catapult and siege. They are brought down by will. By tenacity. By faith."

"We but only need to feel it. Touch it. Sit with it."

"And let it fill all worlds, times, and spaces with it's pure intent."

"Peace. Is. The. Answer."

The small gathering of souls within the basement whispered it back in a chorus of shaky tones, but none could match the croak of the ravaged crone who sat upon the dirt floor. Her pale purple skin a near deathly gray from the rot that seemed to eat away from inside, a living corpse was a optimistic assessment of Oplisca Du'mere. Bone thin hands to match with her body, a naked body covered in crdue scarification done by a mad child artist's nail, and the yellowed teeth to match those claws that were brought to bear by dried broken lips. Most would call her forsaken if not for the beating heart that nested within the wasted sagging flesh, for she was alive.

This time.

For as much as the husk withered and died, the eyes within that bald tight skull burned bright. She was here and she was everywhere now. The blonde girl of so many years ago was long since twisted into nothing and gone into the very heart of her lover. She spoke of the void as a shapeless entity and truly she believed that.

But there were others. There were always others. And there was her true love.

C'thun.

The unending gaze.

Oh how she yearned for that sight, how she fought for it. Begged for it. Sacrificed for it.

"They are ready."

Weakly, Oplisca would nod as she lifted a crooked finger. "Then let us break this fast and find what hearts need."

There were no screams or chants, only the drip of blood as the gathering worked on the 'chosen'.

Peace. Is. The. Answer.